roy harper, dick grayson and you making out sloppy style ˚.✦
Your back was pressed against the wall, Roy’s hands gripping your waist like he was afraid you’d disappear, while Dick crowded in from the side, one palm sliding up your neck to tilt your head exactly how he wanted.
Roy kissed you first, messy and open-mouthed, tongue sliding against yours with zero shame. Saliva slicked your lips, a thin string of it catching when he pulled back just enough to breathe before diving in again. Dick didn’t wait his turn. He leaned over Roy’s shoulder and caught your mouth next, softer at first but quickly turning hungry, licking into you while Roy’s teeth grazed your bottom lip. Their tastes mixed together, something sweet and completely addictive. You could feel the wet heat of their mouths trading off, tongues tangling with yours in a sloppy rhythm that left your chin shiny and your head spinning.
Roy made a low sound in his throat, pressing his body flush against yours so you felt every line of him. Dick’s hand slipped under your shirt, fingers warm on your skin, while his lips moved from your mouth to the corner of Roy’s jaw, kissing him too. It turned into a three-way mess, mouths sliding together, tongues brushing in the middle, saliva dripping down your chin and probably theirs too. The sounds were obscene too, wet smacks and soft gasps filling the tiny space.
Then Roy suddenly pulled back, breathing hard, his freckled face flushed dark under the faint emergency light leaking through the door crack. His eyes looked a little wide, a little scared underneath all that heat.
“We’re still friends, right?” he asked. “I mean… this doesn’t fuck everything up?”
You and Dick both paused, lips still parted and glistening. A tiny giggle bubbled out of you first, then Dick’s followed right after, soft and just a tiny bit condescending in the sweetest way.
“Of course we are,” you said, already leaning back in, pressing a sloppy kiss to the corner of Roy’s mouth.
Dick mirrored you, nipping at Roy’s bottom lip before murmuring against it, “Duh, Roy. Best friends.” His voice had that teasing lilt, making Roy's ears red.
Roy let out a shaky breath that turned into a laugh, but before he could overthink it again, you and Dick were on him together, mouths claiming his at the same time. Tongues sliding wetly, saliva mixing in that delicious three-way tangle once more and Roy melted back into it, hands clutching at both of you like he never wanted to let go.
dick grayson and roy harper's morning routine with you. ˚.✦
Roy is always the one waking up earlier. At seven am sharp, even without an alarm. He spends the hour it takes Dick to wake up training and smoking in the balcony. Then Dick appears leaning in the door frame scolding him about smoking with the door open. Roy fix it with a quick kiss and a tight hug with his hands around his waist.
"Is she still asleep?" he asks, voice rough after smoking.
Dick nods, running a hand through Roy's red locks. His hair has been getting longer, enough for him to have that hot slick back look and to grab a handful of hair.
"Like a princess," Dick answers, with a smile.
Roy smiles at the comment, pressing Dick closer to him. The scent of him completely intoxicating.
"Should we wake her up?" Now Roy has his hands inside of Dick's shirt, feeling all the muscles of his back, perfectly toned and slightly sweaty for sleeping with other two people.
"Maybe," he purrs, loving the way Roy's nails feel in his back. "She was up late grading some papers, tho."
Dick remembers listening to you complain about your student terrible reading comprehension and way of expressing.
Roy chuckles low against Dick’s neck, the sound vibrating through both of them.
“She gets this tiny crease right,” he lifts one hand from under Dick’s shirt to gently tap the spot between his brows, “here. Like she’s personally offended by bad grammar and misplaced modifiers. It’s fucking adorable.”
Dick tilts his head so Roy’s lips brush his temple.
“Adorable’s one word for it,” he murmurs. “Devastating is another. You ever catch her reading their essays out loud to herself in that disappointed-teacher voice? I almost came in my pants the first time I walked in on it.”
Roy groans.
“Don’t. I’m trying to behave for at least five more minutes.”
“Since when do you behave?”
“Since I realized if we both go in there horny and handsy she’s gonna threaten to grade our bedroom performance and assign us extra reading on consent theory.”
Dick snorts, then sighs happily when Roy’s fingers resume their slow, possessive drag up and down his spine.
“She would too,” Dick says. “And she’d use that red pen. The one that bleeds through the page.”
They both shudder theatrically, then grin at each other like idiots who know exactly how much they love being put in their place by you.
Roy ducks his head, nosing along Dick’s jaw.
“I’m so gone for her,” he admits, quieter now. The morning roughness in his voice has softened into something rawer. “Like… stupid gone. I catch myself thinking about what kind of lunch she’d like on a random Tuesday and then I have to sit down for a second because my chest feels too tight.”
Dick’s arms come up around Roy’s neck properly now, fingers threading through longer red strands and tugging just enough to make Roy’s eyes flutter.
“I know,” Dick whispers. “I keep a stupid little running list in my notes app. ‘Things she smiled at this week.’ Coffee with oat milk, that ugly orange cat video, when you call her ‘trouble’ in that specific drawl… I add to it like a lunatic. Yesterday she laughed at one of my dumb puns and I almost put a fucking heart emoji next to it.”
Roy pulls back just far enough to look at him.
“You’re such a sap, Grayson.”
“Says the guy who keeps her favorite hoodie under his pillow when she’s not here.”
Roy doesn’t even try to deny it. Just smirks, sheepish and proud at once.
“She smells like vanilla and that bergamot hand cream she likes. I sleep better when it’s there.”
Dick’s expression goes unbearably tender.
“She’s our girl,” he says simply, like that explains everything.
And it does.
Roy exhales through his nose, forehead dropping to rest against Dick’s.
“Yeah. Ours.” A beat. “Think she knows how bad we’ve got it?”
Dick laughs under his breath.
“She graded my last attempt at dirty talk like it was—’” He cuts off, blushing high on his cheekbones. “She knows.”
Roy barks a laugh, loud enough that they both freeze and glance toward the bedroom door.
Silence.
Still asleep.
Roy lowers his voice again, but the grin stays.
“I’m gonna marry her someday,” he says, like he’s talking about the weather. “You in?”
Dick doesn’t even blink. “Been planning the playlist for the reception since last spring.”
Roy’s brows shoot up.
“Already?”
Dick shrugs one shoulder, smug.
“You think I’m gonna let you or Ollie handle the music? We’d end up with three hours of Springsteen and AC/DC. She deserves better.”
Roy snorts, then kisses him slow, tasting like cigarette smoke and devotion. When they part, Roy’s voice is barely audible.
“Love you both so fuckin’ much it scares me sometimes.”
Dick cups Roy’s face with both hands.
“Good. Means it’s real.”
They stay like that a minute longer (chests pressed, breathing in sync) until Dick finally tips his head toward the bedroom.
“C’mon. Let’s go remind our girl she’s got two very stupid, very in-love boyfriends waiting to make her coffee and grovel about how late she stayed up working.”
Roy grins, already moving.
“And maybe a shoulder rub. She gets all stiff when she’s hunched over papers too long.”
Dick laces their fingers together as they pad quietly down the hall.
“She’s gonna wake up grumpy and gorgeous and complain we’re both too clingy.”
roy harper and dick grayson finding you asleep in the edge of the bed ˚.✦
They've been returning home late these past days. Later than ever, way past midnight, when your eyes are dry and you can't focus on the subtitles of whatever show you're technically watching with them (but who cares when they're never at home).
That situation makes you question things, about if what they do outside is only vigilance, if it's a subtle way of letting you know that they prefer to be the two of them together and not with you.
The bed you have is huge, it has to be, your boyfriends are always bulking and become stronger every day. You usually take the middle, letting them appear in the middle of the night, wrapping their hands around your waist and falling asleep to your heartbeat. Today, you take the edge of it, letting enough space for them to cuddle each other.
It was also a way of telling them that something was wrong, hoping that they know you well enough to notice. Notice you, notice the change and do something about it.
You end up falling completely asleep at about 2 a.m. with some wet stains in your pillow.
It takes them an hour to arrive silently, getting rid of their suits while they talk in whispers. They make sure to not be too loud and get in the bedroom as silent as possible. Then, in the pale moonlight, they see you.
Not starfished on the bed with your mouth open and snoring softly, not doom scrolling half asleep on your phone. But in the edge of the bed, almost in fetal position, taking up the least space possible.
"Dick, babe," Roy calls him in a whisper because the man was focused on putting his pajama pants on. "Look."
Dick looks at you from above his shoulder, realization hitting him all of a sudden. "Something happened."
"Mhm," Roy agrees, biting the inside of his cheek. His mind is already working fast to figure what to do.
They stand there for a long moment, frozen in the soft dark of the bedroom, the only sound the faint hush of the city twenty floors below and your slow, uneven breathing.
Dick finishes tugging the waistband of his sleep pants up, but he doesn’t move closer yet. His eyes trace the curve of your spine, the way your knees are drawn in tight, how your hands are curled near your face like you’re trying to hold something fragile together even in sleep. The damp patch on the pillowcase catches the moonlight and it might as well be a neon sign screaming you fucked up.
It takes them two minutes of finally understand what they've done.
Roy rubs a hand over his jaw, stubble rasping under his palm. “We’ve been ghosts lately,” he mutters, voice barely above breath. “Not even ghosts. Fucking absences.”
Dick’s throat works. “I thought… I thought she was okay with it. She never said—”
“She never says,” Roy cuts in, sharper than he means to. He exhales through his nose, forces himself quieter. “She doesn't want to be the needy one. You know that. She’d rather curl up small and wait for us to notice than ask for attention and risk hearing ‘not tonight’ one more time.”
Dick’s shoulders drop. He looks suddenly younger in the dim light, the cocky Nightwing swagger stripped away until it’s just Dick staring at the person he loves most, realizing he might have been letting them slip through his fingers without even meaning to.
Roy steps forward first, always the one who moves when the air gets too heavy. He rounds the bed on silent feet, careful not to let the floor creak. When he reaches your side he crouches so he’s level with your face. For a second he just watches you breathe, the tiny flutter of your lashes, the way your lips are pressed thin even in sleep like you’re still holding the hurt inside your mouth.
“Hey,” he whispers, barely a sound. His knuckles brush your cheek, feather-light. “Sweetheart.”
You don’t stir right away. Roy glances back at Dick, who’s already crossing to the other side of the bed, moving like he’s afraid the mattress will betray him if he breathes wrong. Dick settles on the edge, close but not crowding, one hand hovering over your hip like he’s asking permission from the universe itself.
Roy tries again, voice softer than you’ve ever heard it outside of the three of you tangled together after a bad night. “Baby. C’mon. We’re home.”
Your lashes flutter. A small, confused noise slips out. You blink slowly, eyes glassy with sleep and the remnants of earlier tears. For a heartbeat you don’t seem to register who’s there, just that someone is touching you gently, that the bed doesn’t feel so empty anymore.
Then it clicks.
You tense.
Roy feels it under his fingertips, the way your whole body locks like you’re bracing for disappointment. His heart does something painful and ugly behind his ribs.
Dick leans in, voice cracked. “Hey. No, don’t do that. Don’t pull away. Please.”
You swallow. Your gaze darts between them, wary, waiting for the punchline, for the we’re sorry but we have to leave again in twenty minutes. When it doesn’t come, your lip trembles once before you trap it between your teeth.
Roy’s thumb strokes the apple of your cheek. “We saw you,” he says simply. “You never sleep on this side of the bed. We’re idiots, but we’re not blind.”
Dick reaches out properly now, fingers threading into your hair. “We should’ve seen it sooner. I’m sorry.” His voice splinters on the last word. “We got so caught up in the rhythm of the job, in each other out there, and we… we left you waiting in the quiet. That’s on us.”
You blink fast, eyes shining again. “I didn’t want to be clingy,” you whisper, voice raw from crying and trying not to. “You guys are... there’s so much at stake out there. I didn’t want to make it harder.”
Roy makes a wounded sound in the back of his throat. “You’re allowed to make things harder. You’re allowed to need us. Fuck, we want you to need us.”
Dick shifts closer until his thigh presses warm against your hip. “Middle,” he says quietly, the same word you’ve said to them a hundred times when you crawled between their bigger bodies and let them wrap around you like armor. “Come back to the middle. Please.”
You hesitate, looking between them like you’re afraid it’s a trap that’ll vanish if you reach for it.
Roy doesn’t wait for permission this time. He slides onto the bed, long limbs careful, and tucks himself against your back. His arm comes around your waist, heavy and sure, palm flat over your stomach like he’s anchoring you. Dick mirrors him from the front, pressing his forehead to yours, nose brushing yours, one hand cupping the back of your neck.
“You don’t have to talk right now if you don’t want to,” Dick murmurs against your skin. “But we’re not going anywhere. Not tonight. Not tomorrow night. We’re calling it, we’re off the grid for at least the next forty-eight.”
Roy’s lips brush the shell of your ear. “We’re gonna fix this,” he promises. “Starting with holding you until you believe we’re not leaving again the second your eyes close.”
You let out a shaky breath. Then another. Slowly, muscle by muscle, you start to unclench. Your hand finds Dick’s wrist, fingers wrapping around it like a lifeline. Your other hand reaches back, searching, until Roy catches it and laces your fingers together over your stomach.
The three of you lie there in the pale moonlight, breathing in the same rhythm for the first time in weeks.
☆/ dick grayson x fem!reader x roy harper. eiffel tower , dom!reader , threesome. +18
"Holy shit, Roy. You don't even know how fucking tight his ass is," you groaned, sliding the tip of your strap just a little deeper into Dick's ass.
"Yeah, well. His tongue is doing -fuck- is doing a marvelous work here," he pointed with his sight down because his hands were busy guiding Dick's mouth around his cock.
"Ngk!" Was the only thing Dick managed to articulate. But as stupid as he is, he received two spanks. One on his face's cheek, the other in his ass.
"Good boys don't talk with the mouth full, slut."
"That's right, little puppy," Roy snarled, grabbing a fistful of Dick's hair to keep his head stationary, forcing him to swallow deep. His thick, veiny shaft pulsed inside the boy's throat. "You just open up and take what we give you. Say thank you with your lips, not your tongue."
Your own movements grew harder, driven by the raw sight of Roy dominating the boy's mouth. "He's not just a mouth, Roy. He's a perfect fucking hole," you growled, yanking Dick's hips back against your own pelvis. He was pinned, his back arched, bent over, his ass high and his face low, the ideal Eiffel Tower setup.
"Hear that, slut? You're built to take it," you hissed in his ear, then slammed your hips forward. Your hard, rubber cock drove past his tight resistance, right up to the base. Dick's body spasmed, a strangled whimper escaping him, which was immediately cut off by Roy's cock filling his mouth to the gag point.
"Look at him, Roy! He's crying again," you barked a laugh, reaching around to grab Dick's balls, squeezing them just enough to make his eyes water even more. "You like being fucked senseless, don't you, Dick? You aren't happy with one hole being filled, you need both completely uselles, you greedy whore."
Roy pulled back just enough for Dick to gasp a painful breath, then thrust again, making the boy's head snap back. "He loves it. He loves being stretched and taken. Look how wet his little hole is for you," Roy pointed the tip of his own cock at Dick's slick, gaping asshole. "Fill him up, sweetheart. I want to feel him break."
"With pleasure, honey," you mocked his own voice, then grabbed his hips and started a piston-hard, unrelenting rhythm. Each thrust of your strap-on drove deeper, harder, making Dick's spine pop and his ass cheeks slap wetly against your hips. Roy drove his cock in just as hard, filling Dick's mouth with a rough, rapid pace.
You both fucked him in unison, a grinding, brutal rhythm that made his entire body shudder and shake violently. The pleasure was too much for the boy, his muscles tensing for a climax that he wasn't allowed to take.
"You'll take our loads, little whore," Roy muttered right before a choked, final grunt. He pulled out of Dick's mouth, thick ropes of spit and come trailing from the boy's chin. "I'm done. Your turn to ruin him."
You wasted no time. With a guttural roar, you focused every ounce of your climax into the last, deepest thrust, feeling the strap-on bottom out inside his gut as you came, pulling out with a messy, satisfied gasp. Dick was left a pathetic, shaking mess, ass burning, mouth dripping, and completely wrecked by two dominant cocks.
