A/N: Just a short little smutty Drabble. Enjoy xoxo
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Dick watched your face as you rode him. You were getting that faraway look in your eyes and that subtle softness took over your features. As you picked up the pace of your gyrations on top of him, Dick slid his hands up your stomach, your skin glistening with sweat. Feeling his hands cup your breasts and tweak your nipples, you bit down hard on your bottom lip. Your nipples had been teased, sucked, and nibbled almost to the point of being raw, but all you felt at the moment was intense pleasure throughout your entire body.
Dick kept up with your rhythm as you undulated on top of him, moving under you to ensure that you could feel every last inch of him inside your velvet heat as you got closer and closer. Your breathing became quick and shallow, telling him to continue just what he was doing to bring you there again. He felt your body begin to shake as you held your breath. The wave of another orgasm was about to break, and he knew that it would take all he had to help you ride this one. Finally, it happened.
The tightness of your pussy challenged Dick’s self control whenever he was inside you. Feeling you cum on him, though, shattered any self control he had mustered every time. As the contractions of your walls bore down on Dick like a vice, his own orgasm took him completely by surprise. He closed his eyes tight and saw a flash of bright white light as you pulled the pleasure from him violently. Each hot jet of cum shooting into your depths only served to bring on more spasms for you, and for a brief few moments, your mutual orgasm had made you one.
You collapsed in a heap on Dick’s damp chest, feeling the sweat cool your skin as you rested for a moment. The smell of the sandalwood candles that had been burning for hours had long ago been overpowered by the overwhelming smell of sex in the room. As you shared the afterglow again, you felt Dick reach up and caressed your slightly damp hair. Stray strands sticking to your forehead. As he held you on top of him, you each felt your breathing and heart rates return to normal.
Summary: You spend your first Christmas with the Batfam.
Characters: Readerx Dick Grayson. THE WHOLE FAM (Minus Cat Mom)
Words: 1.6k
Warnings: Swearing, fluff, presents?
An: Am I a month late? Yep. Do I care? Yeh, a bit. I got distracted. But this was to cute not to share.
“Ok, I think we've got everything,” Dick said, stuffing all the presents into the bag.
“What about Jason's-”
“Yep, first thing I grabbed,”
“And Dami’s-”
“All good, honey. It's right here," he patted the pocket of his winter coat.
“What time are we meeting them?”
“Gotta be at the mansion by 5, everyone else will probably be late,”
“Except Tim,”
“Yeh, he'll probably still be in his room working,” you gathered up the bags of presents, Dick hauling two over his shoulders.
“Well it's just gone 4 think we should go? I don't wanna be late for my first Wayne Christmas,” you said, zipping up your overnight bag.
Xx
You pulled up to the mansion in the rented car, adjusting your coat to keep the tiny flecks of snow from sneaking onto your skin. Your eyes danced over the fairy lights that glittered over the large building.
“Love, this is beautiful,” you said, smiling up at it.
“Yeh, it is,” Dick agreed. You failed to notice his eyes watching you when he said that, he was truly in awe of you. The lights creating a soft glow on your face, you looked like a Christmas angel all decked out in white.
“Master Grayson, Miss L/N” Alfred spoke, seeming to appear from thin air, “allow me to help you with those.”
“It's ok, Alfie we got it,” You smile politely at him, taking your bag in one hand.
“Miss, I must insist. My mother would be turning in her grave if she knew I'd allowed a lady such as yourself to carry her own bags,”
“Well when you put it like that,” you chuckled, handing Alfred your bags. He turned and began heading up towards the building.
“I could use some help,” Dick said, struggling to balance the rest of the bags in his arms.
“I'm sure you can juggle them,” Alfred winked at you, gesturing for you to follow him inside.
“A circus joke? Really?” Dick called from behind you, “you're getting used to the lush life already honey,” he teased running to catch up with you both once he had all the bags stuffed under his arms.
The doors to the mansion flew open and the warmth radiated through your skin. The smell of a warm fire and the pine that decorated every inch of the place filling in your nose. It was the white Christmas you'd always dreamed of. When you were a spy you never got a chance to actually stop and enjoy the festivities and you would be eternally grateful to Bruce for giving you the chance to settle down.
“You two are the first to arrive, let me show you to your room,” Alfred said, guiding you up the stairs.
“Thanks Alfred,” Dick hummed, the man after placing the bags on the ground, “we’ll be down in a sec, let the others know we’re here.”
“I'm certain they are aware,” he smirked, placing your suitcase on the stand, closing the door behind him as he exited the room.
Xx
“Are you nervous?” Dick asked as you were freshening up in the bathroom, he was unpacking all the gifts onto the bed and putting some of your clothes into his closet, for next time. He hoped there would be a next time.
“Why would I be nervous? I've met everyone before,” you brushed it off. You were nervous though, because with Dick being so busy it was down to you to get everyone's gifts and while you were sure they would like them. They were- well they weren't traditional.
Dicks hands wrapped around your middle spinning you towards him, his lips meeting with yours as he pulled you closer leading you towards the bed.
“Maybe we can ease those nerves before my family decides to bother us,'' his voice low and sultry as his lips began nipping your neck.
“Hmm, what did you have in mind, Master Grayson?” you tease, a low growl escaping his throat. His hand sliding up the tight line of your thigh as he pulled you to straddle him. You lean down pushing him onto the bed.
The door flung open and both of your heads shot towards it.
“Little privacy,” Dick said, his hands gripping on your ass.
“Grayson,” the stern voice said, “you should greet a man when you enter his home,”
You rolled your eyes and hoped that he couldn’t see from the way you were straddling his brother. You shuffled, moving to hop off Dicks lap when his fingers dug into your hips,
“In a sec squirt, give me 5 minutes.”
“You'll only need 2,” the boy smarmed, slamming the door behind him.
“Dick,” you slap him playfully, “don't be mean to Dami, he misses you.”
“Yeh, but can't we just make-out for a minute and then we’ll go out?”
'You're re insatiable,”
“Only for you, hon”
His lips meet yours and he rolls you, pinning you underneath him. Forgetting all about the young boy who is probably waiting behind the door to burst in. Your hands gripping onto his shirt while you devour each other.
"We- we should go, the others will be here soon," you mumbled into his mouth. Truthfully you were getting way to worked up and if you stayed like this you would miss dinner entirely.
"Just one more minute," Dick sighs, holding your face close to him as he peppers you with kisses. You pull back but his hand keeps you close as you sit up and fixing your top and redoing your pants while you attempt to fix the mess his hair has become.
Once you are both again presentable he leads you downstairs and into the sitting room where Damien and Bruce are waiting. Steph and Cassie are sitting by the fire, showing each other videos on the phone. Jason is spread over a couch with a book resting on his face. Duke and Tim appear to be plotting something. They looked perfect, like the big family Christmas you had always dreamt of.
"Nice of you to join us," Bruce said, looking up from his conversation with Damien.
"Took you long enough," Damien shook his head at you, taking another cookie from the tray.
"Got distracted, is all," Dick says, pulling you down to the love seat, "we doing presents now or after dinner?" He asks eager to see how his family responds to the gifts you had personally picked out for them. Their eyes all perk up at the question and you can tell it's going to be now.
Quick hands all race to the tree grabbing out individual presents and ripping and tearing at the paper like little kids. You wait patiently not expecting their to be any for you, why would they? It's not like your apart of their family yet, your just Dicks girlfriend and this is only your first Christmas.
"Those are for you," Dick, whispered in your ear. His head gesturing towards the last of the gifts under the tree.
"What?" You give him a quizzical look.
"You didn't think we would leave you out?" Steph pipped up, gathering the bundle and placing it on your lap. "You idiot," she flicked you on the forehead, "this one's from me," she pointed to the one wrapped entirely in purple. You carefully unwrapped it, pulling out the white sweater, it was beautiful and soft.
"Is this-" You rub it on ya face, "-is this cashmere? Thank you Steph," she winked at you. Laying the sweater on your lap you begin to open all the thoughtful gifts they had gotten you, watching closely as they did the same. Waiting for the reactions when they found their way to your gifts.
Jay was the first to open his, "is this a joke?" He chided turning the book over in his hands, "because if it is this is the best gift ever," he opened the book his eyes nearly budding out of his head, "this needs to be in a plastic sleeve," The first edition of Frankenstein had been hard to find, but the look on his face was worth it. The laughter he was keeping in to keep his breath from such a precious item had been worth every penny. "I know Dick couldn't buy anything this good, thanks Y/N" he said coming over to give you a big Jay bird hug.
Damien followed soon after, seemingly confused by the folder that lay in front of him. That was until he opened it and saw his true gift. "Is this?"
"Yep," you said "I liked to come with you."
"Father! Look!" He said holding the folder to his father's face, "Y/N got me a mission for Christmas!" Bruce narrowed his eyes at you before going through the folder. All of your research in an illegal tiger trade operating in Star City. You had wanted to deal with this yourself but new Damien would love the opportunity to branch out. "When do we leave?"
"You'll see I marked the date of their next trade, we can strike then." You smiled proudly, pointing out the dates on the makeshift calendar.
The rest of the Family including Alfred, who you had gotten a vintage tea set that was once a favourite of Elizabeth the First opened your thoughtful gifts. Each more astounding than the last and by the end you were the new favourite of everyone except Bruce. The kids agreed that Dick was banned from getting them gifts and you were now in charge. If you weren't apart of the family before, you sure were now.
You spy Bruce's face forlorn as he was the only one not to receive a gift from you. The only trouble with it was, well it was massive.
"Dinner is served," Alfred called from the dining room and as you entered you saw Bruce's gift already set on top of the mantle.
"What's this?" He asked, probably wondering why the fuck a sheet was hanging from the wall.
"This is from all of us," Dick said, "but it was my beautiful honeys idea," He nuzzled his cheek into your hair.
Very carefully Bruce unveiled the painting all of his kids with him in the middle and Alfred off to the side. It was a master piece and had taken months for you to organise all the kids to sit for it. But seeing the stern and hard Batman cry made your heart swell.
"I just-" you paused, unsure if this was a good cry or if you had overstepped. "I wanted to say thank you for all you've done for me and I know-" you couldn't finish you words as he wrapped you in a bear hug all but squeezing the life from you.
"Thank you," he whispered, "It's wonderful,"
"Please don't squish her," Dick said tapping him on the shoulder. Bruce leant back his hands resting on your shoulder the other on Dicks. He gave you both such an affectionate look. He pulled his son in for a big hug, his voice quiet when he spoke directly into Dicks ear, "Don't mess this up Dick, you better marry this girl,"
"I intend to," he smiled so lovingly watching as you sat down at the table in the seat that had remained empty for far too long.
You weren’t one to make the first move, but you’d waited so long to taste him, and you weren’t disappointed. Dick caught you, wrapping you tight in his embrace as he stumbled back a step, and he opened to you, both of you delving into the kiss with fervour.
His hands splayed over your back, pressing your body into him, he slid his fingers into your hair. Pulling it out of its messy knot and letting it flow through his fingers, Dick tilted your head to get better access to your mouth. You complied readily, gasping as you arched into him and felt the press of his cock against your lower stomach. It made your insides clench and moisture pooled between your thighs.
When he started moving forward, you stumbled over your feet, trying to step backward and stay with him, lips locked. But you failed and nearly tripped and fell, only Dick’s capable hands kept you on your feet. He bent slightly, running his hands down to the backs of your thighs, and he lifted you easily, so you could wrap your legs around his waist as he carried you.
It was an erotic sensation, being carried like that, especially with his cock, long and hard pressing against your core. It made you throb and long for more direct contact, and you wondered just how far this could possibly go. Anyone could walk in here at any moment, but, that just added to the thrill.
Dick settled you on the kitchen counter, sitting on the edge, and he didn't break the kiss even as his hands found their way under your shirt. His thumbs caressed your nipples, making them pebble under his expert touch. You arched into his hands, letting your palms roam down around the waist of his pants, wanting to go further but not sure if that would be too much. But then his hands slid down your stomach, his fingers dipping just barely into your pants, and you moaned as he brushed just above that sensitive set of nerves that was swollen and aching.
“Dick—fuck”.
“Shhhh sweetheart”, he groaned quietly, “Don’t talk—don’t wanna get caught, no matter how cute you sound moaning my name”.
The vibration of his words taunted you and heightened your arousal.
Summary: “Nightwing?”, you joked softly. Dick growled. Hearing you say that name. Fuck. The heat roared and he closed in on you, caging you against the kitchen counter. His breaths were ragged as he looked down at you. Heart pounding rapidly. The lust pulsed behind his eyes.
Warnings – Language. Smut. NSFW. Sex Pollen.
Word Count: 4,063
A/N: — This is the last of my entries for @pricetagofficial‘s writing challenge!! Hope you all love it xoxo
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The steam curled in the air, twisting and turning slowly as you stepped out of the bathroom; towel wrapped tightly around your naked body. Your damp hair hung loose around your shoulders, tiny droplets of water from the ends tracing down into the towel.
The apartment was quiet. Peaceful. You had the place to yourself tonight. Dick was out on patrol, and wouldn’t be back till at least 4am. You padded through to the kitchen, planning to make yourself a hot chocolate to snuggle up in bed with as you finished the last chapter of your book. Perfect.
You bustled around the kitchen, humming to yourself softly, as the kettle began to boil. You jumped and gasped when you heard a loud clatter from the living room. The fear shivered down your spine and made your skin prickle. Your eyes darted around, looking for a weapon. Something to defend yourself with.
The flood of panic throbbed through your veins as you heard more banging and then uneven footsteps, coming towards the kitchen. You tried to reach for the knife drawer but stopped when you heard the voice.
“S-sweetheart?”.
Dick. It was Dick. Your Dick. Relief washed over you and allowed yourself to smile. When he appeared in the doorway, he was still clad in his Nightwing outfit but he looked dishevelled. His dark hair was damp and matted against his forehead, sweat curling it wildly. The skin you could see looked flushed and sticky.
“Dick? Are you ok?”, you started to worry. Was he getting sick? Is that why he was home so early?
“Did something happen?”.
Dick’s domino mask covered his usual ocean blue eyes, replacing them with a cyber white distortion. He felt the heat clawing through him, desperate to burst into flame and consume him. He swallowed, looking over your body. Wrapped up in a fluffy white towel. Bare. He could see the curve of your breasts, the dip of your waist and the full length of your legs. A strangled sound formed in his chest, the blood rushing south.
“Nightwing?”, you joked softly.
Dick growled. Hearing you say that name. Fuck. The heat roared and he closed in on you, caging you against the kitchen counter. His breaths were ragged as he looked down at you. Heart pounding rapidly. The lust pulsed behind his eyes.
“Say that again”, he demanded, his voice clipped with desire.
You shivered against him. The feel of his suit grinding into your body. Looking up in the whites of the mask, you pressed your palm to the centre of his chest, the middle of his symbol.
You had no idea what had gotten into Dick, but you were happy to oblige him.
“Nightwing”, you purred.
Dick crashed his lips to yours feverishly, kissing you with a burning passion. You coiled your arms around his neck, your fingers carding into the back of his hair, tugging hard. He growled and rutted his hips into yours desperately, letting you feel his hard cock.
His tongue stroked along your lips, begging for entrance. You opened the kiss and moaned into his mouth, letting him swallow up the sounds.
Dick whined, feeding off your perfect little sounds. His gloved hands travelled the full expanse of your body over the towel. The sensation of the suit material made you shiver. The fresh scent of your body wash invaded his senses, making his cock twitch painfully against his suit. Fuck. You’d used his favourite. The coconut one. His hips thrust forward again. Fuck, he needed you badly.
His lips dragged across your cheek and down your neck, nipping and sucking on your exposed flesh. Clever fingers found the tie on the front of your towel and he ripped it off in one fluid motion, leaving you completely bare.
“Fuck-sweetheart”, his voice cracked, the neediness seeping through and coating you, “Fuck…please…please let me”, he begged.
He licked over your collar bone before sinking his teeth into the junction of your neck. Fuck. Dick wanted to be careful but he couldn’t control himself, the pollen heightening his arousal. His gloved hands moved up from your waist and palmed your breasts, pinching your nipples. They pebbled instantly. Your head tipped back as you mewled in pleasure. The coarse material of his gloves felt amazing.
“Baby”, he pleaded, “L-let me make you feel good”, he choked out, fingers dipping back down your stomach, dancing just above your pussy, “Please sweetheart…fuck- I need-”.
“I need you too”, you moaned and circled your hips, giving him all the permission he needed.
Pushing you further back into the worktops, Dick let his fingers slip down and through your folds. Even with the suit he could feel your heat. How wet you were for him.
He cursed under his breath and made a husky, guttural sound. The sweat trickled down his spine as he pushed two fingers deep into your core, thumb swiping over your sensitive clit. He was rewarded with a sharp gasp and a moan of his name. It felt like a sharp crackle of electricity, hearing the sounds of bliss leaving your lips.
“That’s it sweetheart”, he grunted, driving his fingers deeper into you, feeling your walls flutter around his digits. You pulled his hair each time he hit that sweet spot inside you. The tingles of pain turning into immeasurable euphoria thrumming through him.
“Fuck you feel good baby”, he murmured and latched his lips back to your neck, intent on marking you. The rush he felt when he saw the blossoming bruises littering your skin made his blood race.
Dick added another finger into your wet heat and thrust faster, feeling your legs start to quiver against him, “That’s it”, he moaned, “Cum for me…you look so fucking pretty when you cum for me”.
His thumb pressed harder against your clit as he stroked it perfectly. The white hot desire felt like molten lava as your climax tore through you. Your forehead dipped forward, pressing into the cool material of his suit, your mind felt a little hazy from the intensity. You pressed a kiss to his chest and shuddered as an aftershock of your orgasm rippled over your body.
“Dick…”, you hummed softly.
You gasped and gripped his bicep as his fingers started to pick up their pace again. Your sensitive walls clenched around him.
Dick panted and pressed his damp forehead to yours, “Baby, sweetheart, please. I need you. I need you so bad”, he moved and began to press kisses to your temple, groaning your name.
Whimpering into his shoulder, your nails dug into his arms, “Dick…”. You could hardly think with the overwhelming pleasure flowing over you. Your hips jerked into his hand and you sobbed.
Taking his fingers out of your core, his face crumpled at the loss of heat. He gripped your hips and rubbed his bulge against your wetness, seeking comfort. An ease for the burn, “Please sweetheart, I'll do anything. Just let me fuck you. Baby I promise it'll be-”, his sentence faded into a desperate moan.
You nodded and purred softly, “Please Dick…”, you kissed his neck, biting down playfully.
You were rewarded with a primal moan, “Fuck…bend over for me baby, over the counter- please- now sweetheart…please don’t tease me”.
Turning on the spot quickly, you bent over the counter, pressing your rapidly heating body into the cold marble surface. You hissed, your palms facing down in front of you.
“Fuck”.
You heard Dick fumbling behind you. Zips ripping hastily and material dragging loudly. You had no idea how his suit worked but you didn’t care. You just needed him.
One of his hands found its way back to your hip, the other tightly gripped his cock, fisting it.
“I - I-”, the words died on his lips as he swept his cock through your slick folds. He whined and jutted forward, inching the tip into your pussy. His fingers dug into your hip and he groaned loudly, trying again, “Fuck- sweetheart…”.
You pushed back and sank more of his shaft into you, singing his name in bliss. He stretched you perfectly, the curve of his cock hitting your g-spot.
A mangled curse mixed with your name left his throat as he thrust deeper into you, unable to hold himself back. Finally burying himself inside your core helped soothe the sharp sting of pain from the pollen.
One of his gloved hands traced up your spine, followed quickly by his burning lips. Thumb pressing on the artery in your neck, enough pressure to make you gulp. He grunted into your ear as he drove faster, feeling your velvet walls spasming around him making it harder to pull out from you.
“Fuck-”, he murmured, his voice thick with lust, “You always feel so good wrapped around my cock baby”.
The blood pounded in his veins, the fire all but consuming him as he drowned in the feeling you provided for him.
“Give me another one”, he begged, “Please baby”.
Dick let go of your throat and snaked it around your front, finding your clit. He flicked his fingers over it as he continued with his brutal pace behind you. You sobbed, feeling your orgasm closing in.
“Dick!!”, you cried out, your nails scratching into the kitchen work surface. Your vision blurred as you came, mind a hazy mess as you rode the waves, rolling over your body.
“Yeah- fuck- just like that baby”, Dick grunted as his pace began to grow uneven. He sunk his teeth down into his lower lip, watching you shaking below him. Soaking in your orgasm. The sight sent him over the edge and he released inside you with a husky groan. Hot seed coating your walls.
Allowing a moment to revel in the feeling, Dick caught his breath back but the oxygen ignited the flames in the pit of his stomach. He felt the desire coiling again, his cock still hard inside you. It throbbed as his seed leaked, spilling between you both.
“Sweetheart”, he murmured, kissing the spot behind your ear, “Please…”.
He pulled back and sobbed as his cock slipped from your inviting core. His face twisted desperately, aching to be back inside you. Dulling the painful want.
Pushing up, you turned around to look at him. His eyes, still hidden by the whites of his mask, you imagined were still black and shining with desire. Your hand stroked along his damp cheek, thumb brushing his lips, “Take me to bed Dick…”.
Turning his head he kissed your palms tenderly, letting your affection caress him. Stoking the inferno of the pollen. He nodded and lifted you easily, carrying you towards the bedroom.
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Dick gently lowered you onto the bed, letting your body sink into the soft mattress. His gaze raked over you, taking in every delicious curve of your body. The desire spread through him like wildfire and immediately he climbed on top of you, kissing your jaw working down to your neck.
You purred with delight, his lips like silk against your skin. Your soft sounds encouraged him as he mapped your body. You felt the firm outlines of his muscles flex as he worked over you. They grew taut and you felt his cock throbbing against you again. Precum leaking from the tip, staining your inner thigh.
“Baby, you taste so good”, he groaned and stretched up to kiss your brow, his hands grabbing at you when he could.
You ran your palms over his suit, the material cold and hard. You wanted him. You needed to feel his skin rubbing against yours. His heat radiating, sparking your own uncontrollable lust. You whimpered, frustrated.
Dick pressed his forehead to yours, “What is it sweetheart?”.
“I want to feel you”, your voice was raw and laced with want, “You”. You put your hands on either of his cheeks bringing his lips to you, ghosting yours over his, “Please baby”.
He ground his cock desperately against your pussy, your whines spurring him on, the sounds drawing all the blood to his cock, “I know, baby”, Dick gripped your hips and he hesitated to pull away, the lack of contact almost too painful to bear.
You slid your hand down his body, his suit fabric rough to touch. You wanted his skin. His hard muscles. You had to feel every inch of him, his need seeping into you.
“Dick please”, you begged, “Take it all off…I need to feel you…I want to see you, taste you”.
Dick shivered at your words, your touches. The thoughts of his naked body pressed into yours sent his mind careening. The fire stoked inside him, venomous want boiling through his system. He pulled back and growled desperately, he wanted to be back on you. Clumsily he tore off his suit, throwing it to the ground. The cool night air licking at his damp skin. He whined and lastly peeled off the domino from his face.
Finally, you saw Dick. You took in his perfect body and swallowed seeing his hard cock throbbing against his abs. It twitched, sensing your stare. Letting your eyes trail back up his body, you saw the lust blown in his eyes, blue dissolved into black.
He crawled back onto the bed, falling easily between your splayed thighs. A soft pant left his lips and he shivered at the touch of your body. It quelled the painful toxic feeling firing through his nerves when he’d separated from you.
“Dick…”, you sighed in pleasure, “You feel so good”. Having his skin rubbing along yours was perfect.
Dick started to kiss down your body, moaning with every kiss against your heated flesh. He nipped and soothed as he went. Teeth and tongue. Over and over. You writhed under him, purring his name. Fingers threading into his curls.
He sank down your body, until he was level with your sopping core. The scent of your arousal was intoxicating as it mixed with his. Plush lips worked over each inner thigh, brushing over where you wanted him the most. Where he was dying to be. God, he wanted to taste you. Devour you until you screamed.
His cock throbbed between his legs, rubbing against the cotton bedsheets. It was a poor substitute for you, but it provided the friction he needed.
“Dick!”, you gasped as his tongue flicked over your clit. He repeated the action and growled, the vibration making you sob.
Slender fingers worked past your soaked folds and eased into your pussy, stroking your tight walls. You cried out and your thighs involuntarily clamped around Dick’s head. He groaned, continuing to work you.
Wet lips wrapped around your sensitive bud, sucking it as his tongue rapidly danced over it. He drank up your moans and thrust his digits deeper into your core, pressing against your g-spot.
You jerked and screamed his name, fingers tugging on his hair as you came all over his tongue. Your slick was mixed with his seed from the tryst in the kitchen. Bittersweet.
Soft, needy kisses littered your thighs and stomach as Dick rose up slowly. He was panting, your desire damp on his face. He was a sight to behold. Fucked out, lust driven.
“Please…please let me fuck you baby”, he begged, grinding his hot, cock against your over sensitive pussy. It pulsed and he grunted as it slipped between your soaked folds.
“Give me another…please, I’m begging you-please”, the tip pushed against your opening and he whined, “Fuck-please…tell me I can”.
You wrapped your legs tightly around his waist and pulled him forward, pushing more of his length into you. You hummed and threw your head back into the pillows, your hair fanned around you, almost looking like a halo. Your skin was covered with a sheen, making you glisten in the glow of moonlight through the window.
“Fuck me”, you murmured, “Please Dick…it feels so good when you’re inside me…filling me”.
Your words, like a catalyst, made the flames erupt deep in the pit of his stomach and roared through his veins. He snapped his hips into yours and sheathed his cock fully inside your pussy.
He growled in delight and pulled your body impossibly closer as he thrust into you, picking up a desperate pace. The way your walls clamped around his cock made him curse. Pulling him deeper.
“Sweetheart”, he whined, “Fuck…I- I-”, he didn’t even know how to finish his sentence. His mind fuzzy with euphoria.
Your nails scratched down his back, leaving angry red marks as he fucked you into the mattress. The bliss taking over your body. You kept your legs around him in a vice like grip, holding as much of his body to yours. You loved the way his solid muscles flexed as he drove into you, pushing you towards your end.
“Dick!”, sobbed and arched your back, pressing your breasts into his chest.
“That’s it sweetheart”, he coaxed, angling his thrusts perfectly. He was so close, he could feel you were too. The pollen made his nerves thrum with intensity. He shuddered and pressed his forehead into your shoulder, biting and sucking.
“Cum for me baby…”, he begged, “Please…fuck, I want- need to feel you cum again”.
The pace and the curve of his cock dragging against your walls pushed you into an overpowering orgasm. Your body felt weightless as your climax ripped through your body, making your ears ring. Your nails dug into his shoulder blades, leaving tiny imprints in his flesh.
Dick’s own desperate moan echoed in your mind as you felt his hot seed flood your insides, coating your pussy. You mewled in delight, stroking your fingertips down his spine.
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His chest heaved against your own, trying to catch his breath. The fire still scorched him, crackling through his frayed nerves. His cock still rock hard inside you. Dick rolled you both over, so you were sprawled out on top of him. He could feel both of your desires leak down his cock. Whining he jutted his hips.
“I know baby”, you whispered in his ear, kissing down his neck and over his collarbone. The tang of his sweat thick on your tongue.
He shivered and rocked you on top of him, you rolled your waist and his cock slipped out, wet and heavy against his abs. The cry he released was depraved and broken. Fuck. He needed to be back inside you. Now. God, if he didn’t get back inside your pussy he didn’t know what he’d do. He felt as though he was burning from the inside out.
“Fuck…sweetheart”, he pleaded, fingers digging into your hips, thumbs stroking over the dips of your curves.
“I need to ask you-”, he words faded as he sank into your touches, pushing him to the brink of delirium. He whined and tried again, his voice husky, “I need-”.
You smiled and pressed your fingers to his lips, winking at him. You started to kiss down his chest, tongue following the lines of his sculpted muscles. You revelled in every twitch he gave you, every whisper of your name. Reaching his navel, you pressed hot, wet kisses to the V of his abs, his cock pulsing painful under you.
“Wait”, he gasped and pulled you up with the last of his energy, “No…”, he murmured, “Not that baby…”.
Pouting, you rolled your hips on his in a sign of protest, catching his cock teasingly. You’d wanted to feel his shaft in your mouth, your tongue swirling up the underside as he painted your throat with his seed.
Dick stroked your bottom lip with his thumb, pressing down gently, “I-I still need you…”.
You kissed his thumb, letting your tongue flick over the pad playfully. You were rewarded with a deep groan.
“You want me to ride you?”, you pushed back onto him, feeling his hot length pressing against you. Your thighs straddled either side of him, preparing yourself.
He moaned loudly, feeling your pussy sliding against his cock. Nodding, he caught your eyes, the blue biting back against the black.
“Please…please fuck me”, he begged.
Needing him, just as much as he needed you, you circled your hips back and his cock slipped into you easily, stretching you perfectly again; the burn deliciously heating your body. Nerves on high alert with pleasure.
You ran your nails down his chest and sighed happily as he filled you completely. His tip bumping against your g spot. Dick closed his eyes, drowning in the sensation, hands grabbing your hips, hard enough to leave finger shaped bruises in the morning. His head rested back into the pillows, a fucked-out look, washing over his handsome face.
“Mmmm, you know I love spoiling you”, you hummed, picking up a slow, sensual pace on top of him, gasping in delight as your clit bumped against his pubic bone.
Teeth sunk into his bottom lip, his black hair plastered to his forehead with sweat. He looked perfect under you as you bounced on his cock.
“God, baby…You feel fucking fantastic!”, he groaned out and thrust his hips up meeting your pace.
When he opened his eyes he saw you riding his cock, skin glowing with post orgasmic bliss and sweat. You looked like an angel, ethereal and all his.
Your over sensitive pussy fluttered around his shaft and he groaned huskily. His calloused hands dragged up your body, palming your breasts before rolling your nipples between his fingers.
“Dick!”, you gasped and sunk further onto him, thighs quivering with impending pleasure.
“Baby- fuck…you treat me so well”, Dick praised and sat upright, wrapping his arms around your waist. His hand splayed on your lower back, guiding your rhythm, coaxing you closer towards release.
Your arms snaked around his neck and you pulled your snapped bodies closer, pebbled nipples scraping over his solid chest.
Breaths mingled together as you both panted, his cock throbbing deep inside your core.
“Cum for me…just one more-please”, he begged, nibbling your lips. His tongue soothing over the bites.
You cried his name as the pleasure took over your body. Vibrating into his. He whined your name, pressing his forehead into your shoulder and released himself inside you again, twitching with bliss. Dick could feel your slick mixing with his seed and he moaned quietly.
Your fingers found their way back into his hair and you carded them through the silken locks slowly. Soothing him. Coaxing him out of his pollen induced state. When his eyes reached your, you were met with the beautiful oceanic blue you’d fallen in love with. He gave you a dashing smile and pecked your lips lovingly.
“You’re amazing...I love you”.
“Mmm...love you too”, you hummed, your breath mingling with his.
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Dick stroked your hips and pulled you closer. Your body moulded into his perfectly. Like it always did. He cuddled you closer, “I didn’t hurt you did I?”, he pecked your lips, then scanned over you. Your skin was decorated with freshly forming bruises and marks he’d left in the heat of passion. He frowned, letting the pads of his fingers stroke over a particularly angry looking bite mark.
“Oh, I'm sure I'm going to hate you in the morning when I have to stand up and go do our grocery shopping”, you grinned and kissed his chest, you could feel his heart still pounding. You hummed, the warmth of his body made you relax.
“I’ll take care of you baby, don’t worry”, he tugged you on top of his broad chest, letting your soft body soothe him. He kissed your lips gently before peppering more over your face and lastly the top of your head.
“Mmm, I like the sound of that”, you snuggled into him further, a small smile curving your mouth.
Dick smirked cheekily, “…Besides who said you were gonna be able to walk for a week?”.
You gasped and slapped Dick's chest, “Dick!”.
He laughed deeply into your hair and held you tighter.
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Summary: You watched in your rear view mirror as the officer got out of the car and you did the unthinkable — you smiled. Of all the police officers, it would have to be him. Only your favorite police officer on the whole force, for crying out loud. Dick Grayson.
Warnings – Language. Smut. NSFW. Nipple play. Very mild gun kink. Slight abuse of authority.
Word Count: 4.6k
A/N: xoxo Happy Valentines Day to my beautiful wifey ❤️😘 @internalsealpanic
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It had been a long, exhausting day when you saw the flashing lights behind you and heard the siren go off.
Doesn't it just fucking figure, you thought. What could have made this shitty day any worse?
A speeding ticket. Of course.
You didn't think you’d even been going all that fast. The meeting you’d been covering for the paper had gone late, though, and you were tired and wanted to get home to your empty, comfortable bed — so it was definitely possible you’d leaned a little harder on the gas than you should have.
You pulled over on the dark road and the police car pulled in behind. You wondered if you might know the cop. You’d never ask for special treatment, of course, but after covering news in Blüdhaven for nearly a decade, the odds are your name might ring a bell and you might get some leniency.
Or get an additional fine, depending on who it was.
You watched in your rear view mirror as the officer got out of the car and you did the unthinkable — you smiled. Of all the police officers, it would have to be him.
Only your favorite police officer on the whole force, for crying out loud. Dick Grayson. It hadn't occurred to you he might be in the car since he'd told you he was working a different schedule. But boy, his tall muscular frame and oceanic blue eyes were a sight for your sore ones. Ticket pad in hand, or not.
He walked over to your passenger side window as the street was quiet and leaned on the window frame with both hands.
“Hello, ma'am”, he said, trying desperately to appear serious despite the smile dancing around his lips.
“Good evening, Sergeant”, you said, smiling back. It was impossible not to despite your vow about ten minutes earlier that you’d never smile again.
“Do you know why I pulled you over?”, he said, eyes twinkling.
“Hmm”, you hummed softly, “Because you've been just looking for an excuse to put me in handcuffs for a while?”.
Now he laughed out loud.
“I can't confirm that for the record, ma'am. But the speed limit here is 40…You were doing 50”, he said.
Cars suddenly whizzed past you on your driver's side.
“Do me a favor — pull in here. You're impeding traffic”, Dick said, directing you to a vacant parking lot for a business closed for the evening on your right.
“Ok”, you nodded. Was he really going to give you a ticket? Shit. Of all people. You didn't think he'd be the one to bust you. And it was only 10 fucking miles over. Fucks sake. What an end to the day. You huffed, pulling into the lot and he followed, no sirens or lights this time, and parked up next to you.
He got out of the car again. Dick was adorable any day but in his uniform, his waist heavily flanked by his symbols of authority — your heart thumped. He could give you a ticket — anytime.
“Please step out of the car, ma'am”, he said, his deep voice made your spine shudder.
Now what?
You could hear his police radio crackle and hiss with insignificant crimes that often took up his time in the dark city of Blüdhaven.
You opened the car door and got out, closing it behind you quickly. You looked up at Dick, always surprised by how much he towered over you when you stood next to him. You weren’t short but he made you feel tiny.
You looked up at him with a face bordering on adolescent pout.
“You're not really going to give me a speeding ticket, are you?”.
Still, the smile danced around his mouth, trying so hard to maintain his law enforcement seriousness.
You always broke him with a laugh. Your sense of humor was one of the many places you felt connected.
“Listen, cop”, you said, mocking the many local teens and their attitude toward the law enforcement you’d heard stories about for years.You crossed your arms, sticking your hip out to the side, “My father’s a lawyer. You wait till he finds out you pulled me over. He'll have your job”.
He laughed out loud again.
“Is that so, princess?”, he teased.
You smiled.
“Turn around and put your hands on the hood of your vehicle”.
You blinked for a second, “Huh?”.
“You heard me. The more you cooperate, the easier this will be for you”, Dick said, once again failing to look entirely serious.
You realised you’d never really seen him face to face without him being a few degrees into a smile when looking at you.
“Now turn around, and put your hands on the hood of your car”, he said, lips twitching at the corners.
Your heart and breathing level increased their beats in simultaneous speeds. You turned around and followed his instructions, placing your hands on the hood. You were entirely alone in the parking lot. It seemed even the cars on the nearby road had stopped.
It was as if the whole world had stopped, breathing along with you, waiting to see what would happen next. No sound was available to mask your thumping heart.
“Now, spread your legs”, Dick commanded.
Your eyes fluttered in shock. You moved your legs apart, swallowing thickly. What was Dick doing? Your casual attire was hardly lust material.
Instinctively, feeling the flare of lust ignite through you, your fingers tried to dig into something like muscled forearms, but only found the unyielding metal of your car hood.
“Wider”.
This time he moved his leg between yours and gently nudged your right leg out further, opening you up wider.
“Is there anything I should know about before I search you — anything you might be hiding?”, he said softly from behind you.
Your eyes closed again. There were a lot of things you were hiding at the moment. And not well, either.
“No”, you whispered.
You felt Dick move behind you, slow and steady like a shadow. His hands started at your left ankle.
Both hands cupped your ankle, massaging it in the guise of a search, and moved up, fingers probing your calf. You could feel the heat, the pressure of his broad shoulders behind your legs.
Now to the knee, his thumbs pressed into the back of your knee, fingers firmly but gently moving over it, and you began to tremble. You could feel it all over. Buzzing like vibrant electricity.
The rough material of your jeans made his movements all the more sensual, rubbing against your soft skin, and still, his search moved higher. His hands moved over your knee to the thigh.
You fought and failed to control a gasp in your throat as his fingers dug into the millions of nerve endings he discovered in your inner thigh, where he seemed to be most focused. Dick’s thumbs rotated and teased your inner left thigh until you lifted one hand from the hood of the car to bite your knuckle.
“Hands back on the car, ma’am”, he whispered, but his voice sounded different. You realised you weren’t the only one feeling it.
“I don't want to have to cuff you”, he said. A light hint of tease tainted his words. You imagined that handsome smirk adorning his face too.
Cuff me, you thought. Cuff me, please. Fuck.
His hands moved up, further, reaching the top of your legs, pushing his thumbs just below your ass and then pulled away.
Again, he started the same movements on your right side, massaging, teasing your leg with his fingers, finding that sensitive spot on your inner knee, and easing up your thigh. His thumb circled, his grip strong. Fuck, you couldn't breathe.
“Are you sure you aren't hiding anything?”, he asked.
You nodded. You were suddenly at a loss for words. And, if you did speak, would it even be coherent?
You felt him against your back now, hands on your hips, tightly holding them.
Then Dick moved his hands slowly up to your stomach — through your T-shirt, up your ribs, under your arms, over your shoulders, stopping briefly to squeeze them.
“You're moving your legs back together again”, he said, putting his hands next to yours on the hood of the car so his mouth was by your ear. Dick’s body was pressed against your back. You could feel his muscles flexing, or was that your imagination?
“I told you to spread them. Now do it”.
You bit your lip and inched your feet further apart.
He moved back from you and placed his hands over yours, on the car, at your wrists, covering every inch with his clever fingers. His thumbs moved in a circle inside your elbows, stroking them up to your forearms, digging into them harder.
You let out a small gasp involuntarily. The clash of so many sensations and emotions was beginning to overwhelm your brain activity. You were nervous and excited. You felt embarrassed but eager.
You wanted desperately to run, while at the same time wanted him to throw you on the hood of the car and fuck you senseless just as badly.
His fingers reached your shoulders again, the pads simulating an actual search poorly by then.
“I can't help but feel like I'm still missing something”, he murmured.
With that, his hands inched their way down from your shoulders and slowly ran over your chest, holding your breasts in his hands, moving his hands over them in gentle motions.
Your nipples, already the first to respond when you were turned on, were already over-sensitive, after his hands had been all over you. With his hands pawing over them — they were so nerve-charged under his touch — impossible to hide. Your eyes clenched shut in embarrassment and sensual agony.
“Sergeant…”.
Behind you, he bit his lip at feeling your pebbled nipples against his palms through your thin T-shirt. He was glad your back was to him so you couldn't see his face.
“I knew you were hiding something”.
“They weren't there before, Sergeant. I swear”, you whispered, feeling flush all over.
Your hips had begun to move with his touch, moving back, urging him to press against you again. Dick was initially stalling, because in doing so, he would be revealing some secrets of his own.
His fingers squeezed your nipples gently at first, tugging on them, and you sighed, finally, impatiently reaching behind you to grab him by his heavy belt and pull him to you.
The hardness against your ass certainly wasn't his gun, and it wasn't helping you gather your thoughts at all.
You moved against him, finally lifting your hands from the car, and reaching behind you to find his neck, pulling his mouth to your skin. Dick moved you both around to lean himself against the car, his hands moving up, under your shirt, your back to his front, moving and softly grinding together.
He moved down to lift you up against him because he was so much taller than you were, and it was hard to reach your neck with his mouth, but Dick managed. You felt his hot breath on your neck, and his hands found your bare nipples, working them harder, squeezing them over and over.
He could feel your heart, feel your sighs coming faster, turning more into ‘Oh....yeahs’. Dick knew where this was headed.
You did too and there was nothing you could do to stop it. You felt the pending orgasm throbbing in the pit of your stomach. The heating pouring through your over sensitive nerves as Dick worked you perfectly.
Somewhat embarrassed, you tried to pull his hands away for a feeble moment.
“No, I...I can't. I...you don't understand. I can't do this in front of you”, you whimpered.
He turned your face to look up at his, over your shoulder.
“Yes you can”, he murmured into your mouth, “And you will…You have to do what I tell you? Remember?”.
His crystal blue eyes held that hint of smile, as delicious as honey.
You knew you were done for. You closed your eyes, and felt him lift you against his solid body again, your hips back to front, feeling him hard against you. His mouth on your neck, whispering to you, urging you on, until you finally felt your aching nipples teased and tugged for the last time you could stand it.
You came shuddering against his body, his arms wrapped around your ribs to hold you up, to feel the shocks go through you. You reached behind you, wanting to feel him, looking for his…
“No”, he said, warmly but firmly.
And you were too tired and hazy to argue.
After a bit, he let you go and you were shyly finding it hard to meet his eyes. He smiled to himself and walked you to the driver's side door.
You stopped before getting in and looked him right in the eye.
“So”, you said smiling, “Do I get a ticket?”.
He laughed softly, eyes crinkling in the corners.
“Not this time, ma'am — just a verbal warning”, he gave his most dazzling smile and winked, “But please be more aware of the speed limit, and slow down”.
You turned to get in the car, and turned back once more, “You sure you don't want to threaten me with a ticket?”.
Dick’s eyebrow quirked up in curiosity.
Your eyes, recovered from your momentary shyness, were hot. He could almost hear them crackle and burn. They reached through his, into his heart and took hold of his cock with both hands — which was coincidentally where your eyes were now focused.
“Because if you wanted to threaten me with a ticket, I've got all sorts of propositions to offer you to try to get out of it”, you said, smiling at him wickedly.
God, was he tempted to write you a thousand tickets. But fuck. He knew couldn't. Fuck, fuck, fuck.
Dick grabbed you by both elbows and pushed you against the passenger door of your car. Your smile never left, eyes locked with his — but you did let out a small, pleasurable gasp with his movement.
He bent his shoulders to look directly into your eyes, his mouth almost touching yours, “I was easy on you this time sweetheart—Remember that”, he growled, using his full authoritative tone.
“Next time, you might not be so lucky”.
You watched his mouth form the words and drowned in the need to kiss him. It was a dark, physical ache. Instead, you just smiled. Fine. You’d play his game. His way.
“All right, Sergeant”, you said softly, “Thank you”.
He backed away from you toward his car, your eyes still locked together. Dick cleared his throat and licked his tongue over his bottom lip, “Have a good evening, ma'am. And please, drive carefully”.
Dick was unable to mask the smile that lit up his blue eyes like moonlight on the ocean. You smiled back, gave him a salute, and with shaking hands you put your key in the ignition. You sat in your car for a few minutes, pondering if turning to a life of crime would be worth it.
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A few days later, Dick heard his phone buzz with a text message. You’d proceeded as usual since the 'speeding incident', talking about work related topics. It was easier that you didn't have to see each other — usually just talking by phone or by text. Looking into each others' eyes might have been hard, especially if other people were around. You knew people would be able to tell instantly something had happened. Especially Barbara. You’d never been able to hide much from your best friend. Plus, she was convinced Dick had the hots for you.
He was certain you’d blush. But he couldn't be so certain he wouldn't have also. Dick was glad it seemed that your little moment hadn't affected your relationship for the worse. He’d been worried you’d avoid him. Maybe even report him. Dick truly did like you and liked giving you information that you needed. Generally Dick enjoyed talking to you in a whole. You had the same sense of humor and laughed a lot. You were gorgeous too. Your sparkling eyes drawing him in, your plush lips looked divine.
However, he couldn't help but have his mind steal back to that night. He couldn’t forget it. He was having trouble sleeping sometimes, thinking of your body shivering in his hands.
His mind was drawn from his fantasy when his phone vibrated. It was you. Telling him you’d heard of reported criminal activity that might take place that night. And an address. Your address.
That was all.
Dick didn't respond. He just looked at the phone for a while until his police radio cracked again. Then he put it out of his mind. After all, his shift didn't even end until the early hours of the morning. What was he going to do? Drive all the way there at 2am?
But that's exactly what he did.
When he pulled up, the house was dark save one light somewhere upstairs. Dick told himself it was insane. But then he closed his eyes, as he'd done many times over the last week, and breathed in the scent of your neck. He heard your struggling sighs. He felt your body warm and tight against his, his arms holding you to him.
He shut the door of his police car. He’d been in such a rush to drive there he hadn't even changed into his civilian clothes. Something told him if you were still awake, you wouldn't mind.
He quietly tapped the sliding glass door but the downstairs was dark. Still telling himself he was utterly insane, he slid the door open. Nothing like a cop breaking and entering, he thought.
Dick’s belt and all its equipment clinked and clanked his arrival. Somewhere upstairs, you sighed in your sleep, sensing it — waking up.
He walked up the stairs, slowly. His nervous energy was more intense than he felt during any bust he made on a regular basis. Why? It was you. It’d always been you. Fuck. He swallowed, his hand tracing up the wood of the bannister.
He still had time to bail on this, he told himself as he walked down the hall to the lit doorway. He still had time to bail. But his body wasn't listening. Neither was his mind anymore. Intent on finding you. Giving himself to you.
As he got to the doorway, you stirred and opened your eyes.
“Fuck”, was all that left his lips.
The room was dark other than a thick candle on the dresser. It lit the pale blue walls faintly. You were sprawled on the bed in a midnight blue silk nightgown, clinging to your body exquisitely, finishing at your mid-thighs.
You lifted yourself onto your elbows. Your nipples were outlined through the nightgown.
“Come on in, officer”, you murmured, voice still heavy with sleep, “I'm sure you've handled worse situations”.
He choked, “Y-You shouldn't sleep with a candle lit”, Dick mumbled, defaulting to focusing on safety, “You could start a fire”.
You snorted, “I knew you were coming”, you smiled at him, “I never have to worry about being safe with you around to protect me”.
Dick’s fists clenched in his hands. He found himself counting to ten trying to control himself. It was simply too much. The sleepless nights. The aching in his heart. In his cock, remembering the other night. Thinking about all the possible outcomes. The darkness that hid him stroking himself hard and fast to take the edge off.
And now, here you were, hair a sleepy mess, naked under a layer of silk, on a bed. With that look in your eye.
Ready. So ready.
He counted to ten again.
You sat up on the bed, “Come here”, you patted the space next to you softly.
He listened, but sat on the edge of your bed cautiously, Dick’s heart was pounding. You moved behind him. He felt your body against his back. Your delicate hands on his shoulders.
“Is there anything you are hiding from me?”, you said playfully, reminding him of his words from earlier in the week.
He smiled. Uh, yeah? He thought. But something told him you’d find it fast. Your hands moved over his back, feeling it rippling with just enough muscle, born of pain and sweat, of years of special police training…maybe even something else you couldn’t quite pinpoint. You moved down his hard arms, pushing your chest against Dick’s back, reaching his waist — and finally finding it.
He grabbed your hands as they took hold of his gun.
“Wait”, he said.
His skilled hands took it from you and carefully emptied it of ammunition. Then he handed it back to you. Your arms under his, holding his gun, stroking it. He swallowed thickly, wondering how those hands would feel on his body.
“Show me how to hold it, please”.
He took your hands in his steadily with the gun in them and you were pleased to feel his trembling in yours. Together you took the gun in your hands, raised his arms, and aimed it, his finger over yours on the trigger. Your heart thundered in your chest.
You let go of the gun and he laid it on the side table. The weight of it making a loud knock on the oak. Your hands continued to search him while your mouth, your hot tongue, moved across the back of his neck and he leaned into it, his hands reaching behind him to find your supple thighs under your silk slip.
“I want the handcuffs", you whispered, nipping his earlobe.
Dick laughed quietly, and reached for them, but stood up and turned you on your back on the bed.
You watched him intently as he kneeled over you, holding his handcuffs over your body.
“You know what darling? I should arrest you”.
“Really? On what charge?”, you grinned up at him.
He pushed his hands down on your arms and said, “For distracting the hell out of a police officer”.
You laughed, the sound made his heart swell.
“I’m serious!”, he said, but the curve of his lip gave him away.
He took the handcuffs in one finger, and lowered them onto your upper right thigh. Slowly, he made a path along your body with the other end of the handcuffs. Over your stomach, up your body, over your nipples, your back arching, your fingers seeking him out.
He dropped the cuffs on the floor with a loud thud.
“Since the other night, I haven't been able to think about a Goddamn thing other than fucking your brains out”, he said, his tone strained with lust.
And that he said it so matter of factly made the impact all the more intense.
That was it for you.
“Oh yeah?”, you purred.
“Yeah”, he answered, feeling your perfect hands under his clothes, opening his buttons one by one.
His shirt over his head, you greedily found his body with your mouth, finding his arms, his chest, his nipples, but then you pulled back.
“W-What is it?”, Dick panted, worried he’d done something wrong.
“Do you know what I can't stop thinking about?”, you questioned gently.
His fingers were in your hair now, your back on the bed, him on one elbow over you, “What's that?”, he said, those shimmering oceanic blue eyes always made you feel naked in the most delicious way.
“Kissing you”.
His eyes warmed.
“We haven't done that yet, have we?”, he nudged his nose against yours affectionately.
You shook your head no, shyly.
“Well I certainly haven't been much of a gentleman”.
You began to say something but then Dick’s fingers found the back of your head, his eyes locked on yours, his thumb finding your lips, opening them to him. Your hands stole to his neck, and your open mouths met.
Explosions of heat burst behind both of your eyes, swallowing all noises of excitement. You pulled him closer, aching to feel all of him at once, desperate for him to know how he made you feel.
Your mouths opened, your tongues found each other, and all his misgivings melted away in the molten lava that was that kiss, your bodies tightly together, your tongues circling one another, your hip locked around his.
“God”, you gasped into his mouth.
“I know, sweetheart”, Dick whispered back.
Your fingers dug into his muscled back and you rolled him underneath you to tease his mouth with yours, tongues taunting each other. He pulled your nightgown over your head and sat up, his mouth eagerly finding your nipple, as he'd been aching to do since the last time.
Your arms locked around his neck as his tongue teased your nipple, easily working an orgasm out of you in moments, his face scratchy against your breast, his teeth teasing you gently.
“Fuck—oh!”, you whispered. There was something underlying wholesome in him, that made you somewhat embarrassed to be so wanton and sexual with him, while still he turned you inside out. His taut tight body, his amazing blue eyes.
You pushed him away gently.
“What is it?”, he asked.
“I want you so badly”, you whispered.
Dick smiled, “Sweetheart—I think I've made it clear the feeling is mutual”.
You went to speak but he cut over you, “I care a lot about you Y/N, you are such a good person—But I want to fuck you until you can't walk. Is that disrespectful? Maybe, but I can’t help it…I want you…All of you—Fuck sweetheart, I really do”.
Your eyes locked again.
“I know exactly how you feel”, you threaded your fingers through his dark hair, tugging it playfully.
“Well then, I think there's only one way to fix it”, he said.
You lowered your eyes, waiting for the inevitable, reaching for your nightgown. He got off the bed, helping you rip the silk fabric away. Dick tossed it to the floor before eying you fully, appreciating your beautiful form.
“You’re so beautiful”.
He leaned over you on the bed, pulling you to the edge, “This way”, he whispered, his gaze boiling over, sending you into the breakable end of the thermometer.
You reached for the button of his pants together and they fell to the floor quickly. Dick held your hips tightly and watched your back arch, your hardened nipples in the air, as he slid slowly, so slowly, inside your tight, wet heat.
“Fuck—I really should arrest you”, he groaned, sinking his teeth into his bottom lip hard.
You nodded quickly, mind reeling at the delicious sensation of Dick stretching you.
He dipped his face down to your ear and whispered, “You have the right to remain silent”.
You laughed, breathily and laced with desire, “No fucking way that's happening”.
“I really hope not”, Dick planted hot, opened mouthed kisses down the curve of your neck as he picked up a dangerous pace.
Harder, faster, he slid deeper inside you, exactly as you’d both dreamed the last week, probably longer, if you’d both dared admit it.
Your fingers were buried in his hair, yanking hard as he found that sweet spot. Faster he moved, harder, deep into your soaking wet pussy.
“Faster—please…oh fuck”, you moaned.
And like you’d requested Dick drove faster. Just like he'd obsessed over, wanting to, needing to, the connection there, every laugh you’d shared, every long, meaningful stare, every smile you couldn't explain — it was lost inside your fucking.
And you felt the rumbling, the inner rumbling, both of you, surfacing, close, closer, faster. You came first, riding it once, twice over, until Dick followed, finally, that blessed relief he'd been aching for. He'd wanted, needed so badly.
Dick lifted you up higher onto the bed and wrapped himself around you. Almost immediately you both gently closed your eyes, both sleep deprived, both exploded with relief.
You whispered his name, his first name, for the first time.
“Dick”.
“Yes?”, he answered quietly, pulling the covers around you both, but suddenly wide awake, on fire, again.
“What will you do if I go 20 miles over the speed limit?”, you asked, a teasing smile on your face.
Dick couldn’t contain the smile and chuckled lightly. He reached off the bed for something and came up with the handcuffs in his hand, “I'll show you”, he winked, “But can I at least take you out for dinner first sweetheart?”.
You blushed but nodded quickly, “I’d really like that”.
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Summary: You're not looking forward to your birthday, but your lovely boyfriend has a plan to cheer you up.
Pairing: Reader x Dick Grayson
Words: 1.6k
Warnings: SMUT, swearing, dirty talk, pet names, fluff.
An: So my birthday is on Saturday, so I made myself this little treat and another to follow tomorrow :)
"Good morning my love," Dick purred, gently pressing kisses into your cheek, "you know what today is?"
"Uhhh," you groaned, you did know what today was and you had been dreading it all year. The culmination of your life until this point, a day that marked all you had yet to achieve so far and how far you still had to go. Throwing the blanket back over your face, you turned from Dick and wished the day away. Dick crawled over you, his stubble grazing your cheek while his body smooshed you into the mattress.
"Honey, you need to get up," He nudged you, slowly rolling your body towards the edge of the bed, "I made plans for us today,"
"Plans? Love, I told you I didn't want to see anyone,"
'You'll like it," he said as your arm and leg hung from the side of the bed.
“Do you promise?" you grumbled into the pillow.
“Cross my heart,” he nibbled on your ear before giving you a push and onto the floor you fell. Dick laughed at the pouty face you made up at him while he peered over the side of the bed. He hopped over you, offering you his hand and you took it pulling him down with you.
“Haha!” You cry, rolling him underneath you and pinning his arms to his sides, “now I've got you!”
“Oh no!” He feigned trying to escape, “OH Villain! What will you do with me now that you have me?” He winked at you.
“Let's see,” you say, taking a quick glance around the room, nothing really useful in reach except, well, you.
“My plans aren't set until about 1 honey, but if you want to take your vengeance on me, now would be better than later,”
“What I hear is we have a few hours to kill?” You ask and he nods in return, “very well then, dastardly Villain prepare to meet your doom.”
“You crafty little minx, I can't believe you fooled me again,” Dick lowered his voice an octave, the words oozing from his throat. With your hands wrapped around his arms you hoisted them above his head, pushing them into the ground. Slowly, you slid your bare pussy up his stomach, the ridges of his abs nudging you clit. Dick flailed his legs, to an onlooker it would look like he was trying to escape. But you knew his game, he wanted you to move faster. His knees pushing moving up to jostle you down to his face.
With your legs resting on each of his arms, you sat. The moan that escaped Dicks mouth reverberating through you, his lips locking onto your clit. Jolts of pleasure tugging from your clit, through your tummy and up to your brain. His firm tongue flicked over it while his chin dug into your opening, creating the pleasure that you craved.
His arms tugged from underneath your thighs but failed to move you from above him. He gripped and dug at your thighs, he was desperate to have a finger inside you. Though he didn't signal for relief so you continued, grinding your pussy onto his face, chasing your high while his nose grazed over your clit. Then he shoved his tongue inside of you, lapping and savouring your juices, moaning straight into your core.
One tap on the leg. You lift up, Dicks face is almost as red as Jason's helmet. "You still breathing lo-"
"Yeh, just needed air to-" he pulled his arm, releasing it from beneath you leg, "Sit back down baby," his hands grabbing onto your thigh lowering you back down onto him.
"Fuck! Dick," you moan his long fingers circling your pussy, while his lips sucked and bit gently on your clit. Plunging them into you expertly curling into your g spot, his moans on your clit making your legs shake.
"You gunna cum for me? Cover my face in your sweet nectar baby" Dick growled, pushing you up just a bit.
"Yes, Fuck- Dicki-" you push down, "so close, please," you beg leaning forward and gripping the side table.
His hands move almost as fast as his mouth, fingers moving deftly to circle and flick at your clit. His long tongue delved deep into your core, swirling around inside you. You feel him chuckle into your pussy, his other hand holding you by the hips to keep you on top of him. "FU- fuuuuu," you cried, pleasure like a typhoon through your body.
You fell back. Your head almost collided with Dicks very hard, throbbing cock. Still half out of your mind you try to press it down, "Boing" you say to yourself watching it spring back into your face.
"Foolish girl," Dick smirks, his strong hands gripping your legs and flipping you around so your chest rammed into the bedside, "you can't stop me," he snarled, his hard cock grinding into your ass. "You've got me aching," his voice broke as his head caught on your pussy, you ground back into him. Your pussy needs him inside.
"Fuck me," you cry pushing back into him. Your hands fisting into the sheets in front of you.
"Need me baby?" He said his arm wrapping around your middle to pull you onto him, "need this dick?"
"Yes," you cry, his hard length stretches you, the wonderful burn as he seated himself fully in your dripping warm pussy.
"Fuck, you're always so warm" he slowly thrust into you, his hands gentle while they roamed your body, feeling every inch of you inside and out. "I love feeling this close to you, having you wrapped around me," he panted. His hold on you tightened slightly, his pace picking up while his hand roamed down. His fingers rubbing on your clit while his warm breath echoed in your ear.
With him surrounding you at all sides you were so distracted by him you nearly fell into shock when you crashed into your orgasm. Your voice cracking, legs shaking, heart nearly pumping out of your chest and your head falling into the bed. So overwhelmed by your own you don't notice when Dick stops his movements. His soft lips placing gently kisses along your shoulder, "happy birthday my love," he whispered to you.
"Do we need to go anytime soon?" You whisper, your face half buried in the sheets.
"No, but I did make breakfast that's going cold on the counter," his kisses trailing up your neck.
"Mm, bacon?"
"Yeh honey, bacon."
"Pancakes?"
"Do you think I wouldn't make bacon pancakes on your birthday?"
"I love you," you smile, turning around to kiss him on his beautiful mouth.
"Love you too,"
Xx
By the time you get to what Dick assures you is his final gift, you were more than happy with the last one. Having spent the last few hours in an empty cinema watching your favorite movies with him and his family. But he assured you this was your real gift, something he'd said you'd been asking for for a while. Of course Dick Grayson would go to this much effort, lining your favorite flowery corner of the manors garden in fairy lights just to give you a puppy.
"Are you surprised," he says, looking at your face as you take in the high-wires that had been put up, the large ladders that seemed to go into the sky.
"Dick," you turned to him with actual stars in your eyes," is this?"
"You said you wanted to fly like me, I'm gonna teach you," he leaned down, capturing you in a kiss.
After about a ten minute crash course on the ground in which he basically said, don't let go until I tell you, and reassuring you that you were a strong and fearless woman who had changed her life on her own, he instructed you to climb. Climb you did, the ground fading away with each step as you rise into the heavens.
"I'm gunna swing first," he yelled from the other side, "go when I say go," you grip the bar in front of you, ears open for his signal. But your eyes are lost in the way he moves like a ballerina of the skies, his legs thrown behind him as he picks up momentum. You barely hear him shout for you, but your body responds. You fall forward your hands dripping onto the bar as you fly forward.
"Jump,"
"Are you crazy?" You shout back at him
"Is that even a question? Jump."
Swinging your legs back, the air pulling you forward. You let go, knowing that he's going to catch you. His hands wrapped around your wrists and he swings you through the air. Both of you are swinging in the stars. His eyes full of wonder, he smiled at you, "muehd m-"
"What? "You say you are unable to hear with the wind in your ears. In a swift move he flings you up, your body floating in the air as you watch him adjust himself on the bar, just when you're about to pass him he reaches out catching you and sitting you beside him.
"Marry me," he asks again, the wind tousling his hair, the stars twinkling in the sky and 7 little heads in the distance poking out a window.
"Don't people usually get on one knee to do that?"
"As the lady wishes," he says, dropping his leg from the bar and swinging himself under it as you grip tight to the wires, "marry me?"
"On one condition," you say bringing him back up to sit next to you, "next time I want a real lesson"
"I think I can manage that," his lips are on yours in an instant, love and devotion poured into his kiss. Maybe birthdays weren't so bad after all
Summary: You find a kitten on your walk and somehow have to convince your boyfriend to let you keep him.
Words: 1.4k
Characters: Reader x Dick Grayson, Damian Wayne, Kitten.
Warnings: Fluff, so much fluff, bonding with the baby bat, helping a lost kitten.
"It's following us," you said to Dick, turning to pick up the kitten that had been following you for the last two blocks “maybe it needs a good home?" You cradled the dirt covered kitten in your arms.
"It's not. It's just doing its normal neighbourhood check," He said, his heart softening when he saw your adorable face holding the kitten in your arms.
'But it's so cute and look, love. It's covered in fleas, this poor baby needs a home," you pouted at him, giving him your best puppy dog eyes while sticking out your bottom lip.
"We can't just be bringing home every lost little kitten you find because they look like they need some love,"
"Why not?" You pout even harder, fluttering your eyelashes at him. You held the sad looking kitty up, hoping its sad little face will help your cause.
"Because our apartment isn't big enough," he sighed, running his hand over his face.
"Remind me again, where are we going?"
"To pick Damian and Tim up from school," you give him a look, raising your eyebrows up at him, he seemed to get what you were implying, "Right,"
"Bruce said it was ok to pick up strays and bring them home. Shouldn't I aspire to be more like him?" you smiled, wrapping the little bundle in your scarf.
“No honey, you're perfect the way you are,” Dick smiled down at you, holding you close to block out the chill of the winter wind, “how about this, we bring it home, clean it up and you can find it a new home?” he mumbled into your hair.
You arrive at the school just in time to meet the boys after class. Tim is still holding his coffee mug in his hand when he spots the two of you, rolling his eyes as he leans against the school gate. Damian looks just as displeased as always, "I'm smarter than the teachers here, why do I have to go?" He whined at his brother, Dick saying nothing as he pulled him in for a quick hug. He was right though, the pair of them were both smarter than you would ever be and you figured Bruce had just sent them here to get them socialised.
Squeezing the little bundle under your arm, you knew someone would appreciate your new friend.
“Damian! Damian! Look what I found,” you cried, excitedly running up to the boy who was hiding his amusement behind a book. You wouldn't have that, thrusting the kitten over the book and towards his face.
“He is very cute, he looks malnourished and are those fleas?” he said, raising his eyebrow at you. He took the little kitten from your arms, tucking him into his jacket.
“Yes, how did you know it was a He?” you asked, but not really surprised that he would.
“I just know,” he smirked confidently under his brow at you.
“Wanna come over and help me clean him up?” Your eyes shifting from Dick to Damian, you had been trying so hard to find an in with this kid and this would be just the thing.
Dick had taken Tim home, while you and Damian had gone to the store to pick up supplies to clean this little critter up. He insisted on getting all the best things for your new friend including a $70 bottle of shampoo. You didn't know why it had to be that one, but trusted that Damian knew what he was doing.
You arrived home to your tiny apartment before Dick, sending him a quick text asking when he’d be home. He replied immediately letting you know he’d be staying back at the manor to help Tim with ‘homework’.
“We need to get him in the bathroom,” Damian said, shutting the door behind you so your new friend can’t spread fleas through your house, “Hold him, yes. Like that,” he said, handing you the fancy brush, “Now you need to start at the ends, to get the barbs out,” you followed his instructions, working to groom some of the knots and barbs from the kitty's fur.
Damian started preparing the bath, placing one of the spare towels along the bottom before filling it an inch deep with warm water. His eyes glanced over to you every few minutes while he checked the temperature of the water. You made sure to follow his instructions to the tee lest you be given the Wayne family scowl.
“Hold him just like this,” he instructed you, moving the kitten around in your hands “Don’t move him. I’m going to start and I don’t want to cut him,”
“Ok good,” he said and you feel your heart swell just a tiny bit. He doesn't look at you as he cautiously clips the knots you couldn't brush away and gently washed the dirt from his fur. You watched intently as this tiny little assassin used such care and grace to clean up the stray, a smile lighting up your face when the dirt is finally washed away, “He's a ginger, I didn't even see under all the dirt.” Damian says excitedly, grabbing the warm towel from under him and picking the kitten up and wrapping him up.
“He’s so cute,” you cooed, reaching out to pat him on the head. How were you supposed to just find this little cutie a new home? He was so adorable maybe you could convince Dick to let you keep him.
“He's perfect,” Damian said, drying him off before setting the little guy on his feet, “Hello, Mr West. You’re going to like it here. My big brother with take good care of you,” he patted the little kitten on the head, before standing.
“Dick said we can’t keep him,” you opened, the fridge grabbing out some snacks and setting them on the counter.
“I’m vegetarian,” Damian said, like you didn’t know.
“Yeah, little dude, I know,” you pulled out a glass of Orange juice and set it infront of him with a cold glass, “Hence the salami, which is for me not you.” The young man eyed you, peering from the plate of cut up fruit and back to you, like he was seeing you for the first time. He took a helping of humus onto his carrot stick and continued eating while you pottered around making a start on dinner. “Should we go and check on Mr West?” you asked when you had everything prepared to throw your meal together when Dick got home.
“I’ll go check on him,” he said, hopping down from the stool and heading into the bathroom.
You phone rings and you see its Dick calling, “Hey love, what’s up? You going to be home soon?”
“Not far away, Tim's project took longer than I though. I'm nearly home,”
“See you soon,” you said hanging up the call, “So how's he going?” you asked Damian when he repapered.
“Scared, but he’s crawled up in your laundry basket, he’ll be asleep soon.”
“Thank you for all your help. I wish I could keep him, but you know how Dick can be,”
“I do. Let me handle it.” he said in a matter of fact tone.
“What?”
“Grayson is a soft touch. I will handle him.” he says confidently, “DO you require my assistance with dinner?”
“I’m all good, do you need help with your homework?”
He says nothing, just looking at you like he can't believe you just asked him that. His gaze almost immediately turning back to his workbook while you put dinner together.
“Honey, I’m home.” Dick called from the front door, but instead of you he’s greeted by a wide eyed boy tugging on his sleeve.
“Grayson, you need to see this,” he says, dragging his brother into the bathroom. Where he had positioned you, the kitten resetting in your arms half asleep, your own eyes looking up at the love of your life. You saw the his eyes narrow down at his brother, “This is your doing,”
“I don’t know what you mean,” Damian said, feigning innocence, “I just thought they looked really comfy. Plus if you kept Mr West, I’d have to come check on him all the time,”
“You’re both evil,” he glares at the both of you giving him those sweet doe eyes, “Ugh, fine,” he sighed, “you can keep- Mr West was it?”
“Yeah, Dami named him.”
“Dami?” he peered down at his little brother who was not protesting the nickname that you had just given him. Damian just shrugged, turning to head back into the kitchen. “Why West?” Dick asked you, taking a seat on the floor next to you and wrapping an arm around your shoulder,
“After Wally,” you kissed down onto his soft little ginger head, “You hear that little guy, you’re staying. Welcome to your new home Mr West,”
