Sighs weakly… Dick Grayson is so cute ok. Blame him.
(NSFW, minors Dni. Fem!Reader, unprotected sex, giggly sex, oral (fem reader receiving), passing mentions of Dick’s first time being with Kori, lots of kissing, gentle sex, breeding, praise, Dick is kind of an asshole… but he’s real cute so he can get away with it I guess. He’s also super whiny.)
…♡…
Dick is pretty sure he hasn’t felt this way about someone since… ever, maybe. But pulling you through the rain and into his apartment did something to him- the way your clothes clung to your body, the giggle you sported while climbing the staircase… it’s driving him just the slightest bit up the wall.
So, of course, when he gets you into his apartment, he’s kissing you before he even gets in the door. Giggling into the kiss, bending you backwards as the two of you trip over the threshold only to catch you when the both of you nearly go tumbling to the floor.
“I love you,” he whispers between quick pecks, the rain-drenched smile never leaving his face for more than a few seconds at a time.
He’s finally happy, for the first time since… well, since Kori, he guesses. Kori had been his first everything, and he still cared for her, but what he feels for you is just so much.
“Let me get you out of those clothes,” he whispers against your lips, lightly kicking the door shut and fumbling as he tries to lock it without looking. “You’re gonna- gonna get hypothermia. Lemme warm you up.”
Your jacket- his jacket, technically, oversized even on him- goes first, thudding to the floor, water weight making it sound like a bag of rocks. He breathes out against your lips, greedy hands fumbling with the laces of your dress. He laughs weakly, like he’s embarrassed, and finally just… gives up. Drops down to his knees and pushes the skirt of your dress out of the way, kissing you over your underwear.
“So pretty,” he murmurs, little pecks turning into open-mouthed kisses against your rain-drenched underwear. “Is this all because of the rain?” He asks, laughing quietly because he’s an asshole, but he’s your asshole, and before you can even mutter a reply he’s tugged your panties down and making out with your pussy.
You lean against the wall for support as Dick moans into you, hands grabbing at your thighs and holding you up. His tongue is warm and, just like everything else about him, seems to be crafted perfectly just for your pleasure. He sucks on your clit, moans against your folds, murmurs “please cum for me please please please” like he’s praying. And when you finally do, he works you through it, before he pulls back with a dazed grin and stands to kiss you softly.
(He tastes like you.)
He finally gets the dress off- giving you an orgasm must’ve cleared his mind, because it comes off so much easier- and before you know it, he’s curled over you while your back presses into the soft comforter of his bed. He giggles, again, and pulls back just enough to trail kisses down your body.
“You’re so perfect,” he whispers. “You’re so gorgeous, baby. You know how crazy you were making me at lunch? God, you’re just irresistible. I love you. I love you so much. You’re so beautiful.”
He pulls your underwear the rest of the way off and stumbles to get his own clothes off, pouting dramatically as you giggle when he has to actually focus on getting his belt and pants off.
His hands are back on you as soon as he stumbles out of his jeans and boxers, hovering over you, just taking in the sight of you spread out on his bed, hair wet, skin sparkling in the low amber light from the hallway. “I love you.” He says softer, more genuinely, his eyes full of adoration.
He kisses you, then, one hand moving to cradle the back of your head and bring you closer to him. His tongue traces the seam of your lips, waiting for you to open to him, licking into your mouth with glee once you yield. He moans, rolling his hips into yours, desperate and wanting. He yearns. His body is burning up with all the desire in his blood, he’s pretty sure there’s steam coming off him when he pulls back to take in the view.
And wow. He loves the view.
He puts his hand on your stomach, soft and gentle and warm as he guides his cock to your entrance with his other hand. He slides in, slow, teasing, chuckling when you whine and squirm.
“Impatient,” he laughs, his hips finally coming flush with yours. His hand moves from your stomach to the mattress beside your head. “You just want more, huh? Want more of me? God, I love how desperate you are. You’re so pretty.”
The words are just spilling out, murmured low and sweet as he slowly rocks forward. He picks up the pace, grabbing the back of your leg with one hand and pushing it up slightly to open up the angle of his thrusts. A hoarse moan spills from his mouth when you squeeze around him, incomprehensible praise following.
“You’re so beautiful,” he whines, curling over you slightly. “You’re so perfect, god, it’s like you were made to take my cock. You were, weren’t you? No other explanation for how- mnh- how fucking perfect you are, you had to have been made for me, shit.”
He’s rambling, sweaty forehead dropped into the space where your shoulder meets your neck, the words mere puffs of air against your skin. He quiets, eventually, when he busies himself sucking hickeys into every inch of bare skin his mouth can reach. It’s a lot of skin.
The hand that had been holding your leg open moves, sliding down the back of your thigh and over until he finds your clit with a practiced ease that just displays how well he knows your body. He’d spent many sleepless nights tracing your body with his tongue, his fingers, his eyes. He knows your body almost as well as he knows his own at this point, eyes closed as he just feels.
He feels you.
“Cum for me,” he begs, and he sounds wrecked, just absolutely gutted just from being inside you. His lips are warm against your throat. “Please, baby, please, just gimme one more, I want it so bad. I need it, please-”
He actually chokes out a sound that sounds like a sob when you gasp, high and sweet, spasming around his cock, nails digging into his shoulder blades as you come undone of his cock.
“Thank you,” he babbles, his thrusts growing faster, more erratic. “Thank you, thank you, thank you, I-I’m gonna give you mine, I am, where do you want it?”
The world drops out from under him when your whimpered “inside, Dick, please” floats into his ears. He groans, lifts his head from the crook of your neck, fixes you with the best smile he can manage. It’s a little wobbly, a little cocky, but full of love.
“You want it inside?” He whispers, nudging his nose against yours all soft and kissing the corner of your mouth between sentences. “Fuck, you really are perfect. So- just so impossibly perfect. I’m gonna cum inside, I am, I promise, I’m gonna fill you up, just like you want.”
He keeps babbling as he fucks into you- ‘gonna put a baby in you’ and ‘you feel so nice’ and ‘so pretty when you know what you want’. He’s desperate, thrusts growing sloppy as he gets close.
And then he curls in on himself, body tensing up like a bowstring pulled taut, shuddering as he cums. He whines, gripping your hip with one hand, a gasping moan escaping his lips.
After a moment, he pulls out, then goes boneless on top of you. The next few minutes are spent with the two of you pressed together, sweaty and satiated, breathing evening out slowly. He begins to pepper you with kisses when he comes back to himself, a lazy smile on his face.
“I love you.” He murmurs again, just to be sure you know it. “Really love you.”
When you wiggle beneath him- probably sticky with sweat and rainwater, he thinks, because the same feeling is clinging to his skin- he hums, pushing himself up and off of you.
He makes his way to the bathroom and wets a washcloth, coming back to wipe your body down softly. He’s gentle, quiet, but he can’t resist leaning in and pressing a kiss to your overly sensitive clit. He does relent when you push on his forehead, a laugh bubbling up from his lips when you whine his name and tug on his hair.
“I’m sorry, baby,” he cooed, moving up the bed to kiss your forehead. “You’re just so fun to tease.”
The rest of the night is full of soft words and aftercare, getting you in the shower and cleaning you up, getting you your favorite snacks from the CVS around the corner from his apartment complex, holding you while you fall asleep.
And at every turn, he’s there to murmur “I love you”. Because he does.
