Pairing: Dick Grayson x Fem Titans! Reader
Summary: You knew your friend with benefits slash boss was clingy, and you were trying to work around it. It was just that Dick was irresistible, and you always had trouble rejecting him.
Tags: Porn with Plot, I repeat this is mostly PLOT, Friends w Benefits, Fuck Buddies, Teammates, Smut, 18+, Wall Fucking, Standing Fucking, Dick in vagina sex, Condom (wrap it up, lads), Confession, Arguments
A/N: GAH I've been waiting sooooooo long to post this, you guys don't know, but there just never felt like a right time with all the writing challenges and season changes GAAAH Don't let the smut fool you, this is an intense confession fic. It's also my first time writing a magic reader, so lemme know what you think? 🥺👉👈
“Yes-yes, fuck yes,” you panted naked with your back firmly pressed upright on the wall, folded in half and feeling all the more used for it.
Dick was out of his uniform too, toned, sweaty, gorgeous as he pounded up into your tight wet heat, hips pistoning into your slick like a man possessed. Like a man who could just as easily take responsibility in the bedroom as he did your Titans expeditions. Fuck.
It was clear now, more than ever, that he was a natural leader who knew the best rewards after a mission well done was becoming the embodiment of sex. Dick Grayson was so hot, and he felt so good, more magical than any of your spells. You clenched around him at the thought, making him groan.
“Ngh! You're doing so well, baby, you're so wet for me. So, so, so perfect. Just, keep – shit – keep taking me, mmm yeah, just. Like. That,” Dick punctuated those words with every thrust of his big, fat cock, bringing your pleasure out of you as your legs swung loose over his shoulders. You were trapped, squeezed between him and this wall, pressed into the space with no easy escape, even if you tried to fly away.
“I'm trying,” you breathily laughed, practically writhing when his pace began to speed up. “But I— ah!”
“I'm fucking your pussy too good?” Dick grinned back, frantically rutting into you to prove his point.
“Yes!” You gasped, panting. “Yes, don't stop. Please don't stop. Give it to me.”
Ever the people pleaser, Dick gave it to you. Fuck, did he give it to you as he hit all the right spots, kissed your lips, rubbed quick fingers on your clit…You could barely move as he made you feel everything he wanted you to, as he moulded your cunt into his own personal cock sleeve, shamelessly using your body as a tool for his own entertainment. As if this was as much of a reward for him as it was for you.
Dick breathed words of sin into your ear as he pushed you closer and closer to your peak. “Yeah, I'll give it to you. You deserve it. You're always so good for me— nghh, I'm close too.”
“Dick – ah! – please,” his thrusts staggered for a beat, and suddenly, you couldn’t take it anymore. It felt so good, too good, your mind refused to think, it couldn’t think. He was making you go dumb, confidently pounding the thoughts away with his thick cock. He was making you cum and you couldn't hold on any longer. “Please let me, please. It's…it's too much, I can't— Dick, please.”
“It's OK, baby,” Dick cooed, resting his forehead on yours, words steady despite the delicious way his hips were snapping into you. The growing sloppy sounds of your skin slapping together making your pussy quiver. Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! “I'm with you – shit – I'm there too, baby. You're so precious, you're mine,” Dick whispered possessively into your throat, buried to the hilt. “You deserve this. You deserve this. You can let go now.”
And just like that, you saw white, he let out a long, satisfied groan as he ground up into your sensitive hole, spurting his seed into the condom…and then…that was that.
But Dick was a clingy person. It was something all the other Titans had been telling you since you joined a year ago, and you were not at all surprised that extended to the bedroom as he fell onto your body and tried to keep you there.
The behaviour was dumb, even a little cute, but as your orgasm flew away, so would you. It was just the way this arrangement was.
Now, if only he could get the memo.
“That was good,” Dick murmured into your lips when you pushed him back so you could stand, clearly much too soon for his liking. You were hopeful he would let it go as you held your ground and breathed a sigh of relief when Dick eventually made his way to his bed alone after a few more failed attempts to convince you to follow.
“Yeah,” you eventually agreed, flying around to pick up your things on the floor of his room in the Titans’ current headquarters, wondering if tonight had been a mistake after all.
You had both just finished a mission with a group of heroes. You had recently been trying to cut down how much you slept together, but avoiding Dick became impossible when he signed you up for this mission, citing your value as a magician and looking breathtaking the whole time. From every angle and at every moment.
You couldn't help but play along with all his flirting attempts whenever any of the others weren’t paying attention. Especially when, on the plane ride home, Dick shoved a gloved hand between your legs and ordered you to spread them, grinning a pretty smile like Christmas came early when you did.
But now it was time to go.
“No, really. It was amazing. We have so much sexual chemistry,” Dick continued dreamily, half sitting up as he watched you float around the room from his bed. “It’s like we were made for each other.”
You internally laughed at the ridiculousness of that statement. Friends with benefits weren’t exactly built to last, you didn’t say. Plus, he was technically your boss. You knew how this could end, and it wouldn't be good. You had to control this before it spiralled out of control. So you were leaving and promised to steel your resolve better next time. This was a mistake you really shouldn't make again.
“I'm gonna go now, I have to restock my pellets at home. I'm missing zip ties, too,” you fixed your uniform back on and checked your utility belt one last time. “Hey! Do you think that we would be a better team if all of us had identical belts, because I have some of Gar’s sleeping pills in here, and I don't think I should be the only one carrying them.”
“We can talk about that in our next meeting,” Dick yawned.
“Yeah, you're right,” you nodded, giving him a salute and finally heading for the door on foot now. “Anyways, this was fun, but I gotta go. Bye—”
“Hold on!” Dick called quickly, sounding alarmed.
“Hold on?” You startled, whipping around in response. “For what? Did I forget something?”
You stared expectantly. “Then…?”
“I was just, well,” Dick licked his lips. “I was just thinking, you know…there's this place that recently opened that I've been wanting to go to and it's got the food you like….” He grinned, wiggling his eyebrows. Did he really think that made anything clearer?
You slowly nodded along, waiting for more. “Uh-huh.”
“Just trust me, you'll love their menu.”
“And I'm going because…?” You didn’t understand.
“I just thought it'd be nice,” Dick shrugged with one shoulder propped up on his pillow. “We haven't been spending as much time together lately, and I think that should be rectified.”
Oh no. Not after what you literally just promised yourself.
“Ah, well,” you fiddled with your belt, unsure how to say this. “I'm interested, but I can't. Take Wally or Donna or something. I'm busy. Magic contracts, you know?”
You pulled one – a silver, long, semi-transparent document that sparkled in your hands – out of the pocket dimension you had been keeping it in as proof. It was a bodyguard case, with a mythical being currently being hunted down by a bad one, seeking help, and you would be occupied for the better part of a month dealing with it. You didn’t need any more plans.
Dick tilted his head, casually studying the sheet. “Well, I wanted to go with you.”
You looked down at him, raising a brow as you re-hid the contract with a neat twist of your hand. “Why's it matter which friend you take?”
“Because you like this food,” he replied, a little quieter.
“Dick,” you rolled your eyes, putting your hands on your hips. “Wally would eat a table if it was offered to him, and he's your best friend. Just go with him,” you waved him off, and made your way back to the door. Seriously, you had seen that speedster eat a restaurant out of food one time, Wally would suffice. You didn’t understand why Dick thought anything els—
“It's OK, I can just wait until you're not busy,” and oh, for fuck’s sake.
“That's not necessary,” you almost snapped, keeping your back towards him.
Dick immediately retorted. “I know it's not necessary. But, like I said. I feel like we don't hang out enough. So, this is just my way of making it happen.”
“We never hung out before all…this…” You weakly gestured to him, who was still naked under the covers, leaning up into an enticing pose like that girl from the ‘draw me like one of your French girls’ thing. Like he wanted your eyes to focus on him. Like he truly thought you might miss him otherwise.
“Yeah, I know,” Dick hummed. “But sleeping with you changed things; we know each other better now than just colleagues. And I always wanted to hang out with you.”
“I just don't think it's appropriate.”
“What do you mean ‘appropriate’?” Dick began to joke. “What are we, in some kind of business partnership? What's not appropriate about hanging out with friends, or, well, I never fully saw you as a friend, but— ”
You huffed, crossing your arms protectively at those words. What was he getting at? “I don't know if I should be offended.”
Dick fully sat up then, appearing genuinely surprised by your reaction. “What, no, I didn't mean it in a bad way. I meant, you know, I knew from the moment you walked in that I want you, and I know you feel it too, otherwise we wouldn't be here.”
You took a deep breath. “...But what does this have to do with us hanging out as frien—?”
“That's just it. I don't think we should be friends anymore. I can't do it.”
Your soul practically jumped out of your throat.
“I want to be more than friends with you. I like you,” you stilled, too shocked to speak as Dick stumbled to his feet to put his boxers on and wrapped an arm around your waist to stabilise himself. The sight of him, of all people, losing his balance, made this confession all the more believable, and your heart was convinced he at least believed it was true. “I don't think I could be more obvious about that.”
This wasn’t real affection. It couldn’t be.
Dick was your boss, he was a friend with benefits, and he liked you. This was already too messy, and you hadn’t even properly replied yet.
There was a pregnant silence as you both absorbed what he had just said. Once you did, you removed his arm from your waist and broke it, ranting unhappily.
This was not supposed to happen. How had this happened? “Where's this coming from?”
Dick chuckled, looking at you with a softness that made you itch. “I realised after that time with the robot serpent when you dropped me a couple of months back.”
You blinked, battling against the dread that threatened to overwhelm you. “You mean when I laughed at you for missing your grapple and dropped you into the swamp by accident?”
“Yup. You called my ass fat and wouldn't stop laughing to yourself even during the debrief, that's when I fell for you.”
What? “No, you…didn't,” you awkwardly protested.
Dick’s good mood completely disappeared then.
You briefly closed your eyes, thinking about all the choices you had made in your life thus far and questioning whether you deserved this before sighing long-sufferingly. “So what? Dick…I told you this was supposed to be casual.”
Dick swallowed, wariness now all over his expression as he shifted his weight between his legs like he was weighing his options. “I know. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to catch feelings…it just…happened.”
“Why can't you just stop feeling that way?”
He froze, openly gaping at you for a moment before asking, “What?”
“Maybe if we stop fucking,” you started pacing.
Dick stared. “You're not serious, right?”
“Why wouldn't I be serious? It makes sense. If we just spend more time apart, you'll forget how you feel, and then we can just continue like normal.”
“So…you're…no. Wait, what?”
“I think that was pretty clear.”
Dick massaged his nose bridge, eyebrows furrowed in concentration. It looked like this would be a long night and not in a good way. Dammit. This was exactly what you didn't want to happen. Suddenly, you felt anger fill you because you had told him—
“No, that was confusing as all hell,” Dick said, sending you a pleading look. “You don't seriously think that just spending time apart will somehow make everything go away, do you?”
You threw your hands up. “Well, you said you only started feeling like this after we started sleeping together, so—”
“That's so…no. We can't rewind time.”
“That's true,” your mind whirled with newfound hope. “It's not my speciality, or yours, but I'm sure Raven or one of the others could find a way to safely remove our—”
The world-famous, inspirational, larger-than-life Nightwing actually flinched at that. He loudly scoffed but was unable to hide the hurt in his low voice as he asked, “It's that bad that I like you that you want to what? Give me amnesia so that I don't remember how I feel?”
"Yes!" Your eyes widened with relief at his understanding as you paced to the other side of the room. “That's a great idea. That should be easier, and I doubt you'll feel any pain, I swear Martian Manhunter has a way to—”
But Dick walked up and firmly gripped your shoulders with a look so intense it shut you up.
“I don't want to remove my memories of us. I don't want to do it, I'm not going to do it.”
You squinted. “...Why not? This is clearly a problem, so—”
“That's not how you solve this. That's not a healthy way to deal with these kinds of situations…” he dropped his head down, hair hiding his features from you as his voice broke. “Is it really that bad?”
Dick met your eyes, desperation you had never seen before making his pretty sapphire irises shine. “I'm sorry, I…I didn't mean for this to be a whole problem. If you don't want to go to the restaurant and you don't want to take this any further, we don't have to. But those are my memories. Mine. I'm keeping them, I want to remember you.”
You couldn't do this. You couldn't— “...You're OK with breaking things off?”
“Do you see another solution? I don't.”
“The solution is you just— you ignoring your feelings.”
Dick made a wounded sound and reached out, bringing your chin around to face him with a weak smile playing at his lips. “How is that fair to me? I like you, I like you a lot, alright? I want to hold you all the time. I want to kiss you and take care of you and throw myself in front of danger on missions to protect you and tell everyone how proud I am to be with you. I want you to stay. Every time, after, I want to cuddle, I want to tell you all my secrets, and you tell me yours, and I want to go home with you and— I can't ignore how I feel. I'm sorry,” Dick whispered.
You harshly swallowed, stepping back. It was too much; this had to be a misunderstanding. But he sounded sure. “So that's it then.”
You both breathed for a moment…until.
“Could you tell me what's so repulsive about me that you don't like?” A tear fell down Dick's cheek, and he wiped it away before it could reach his shaky smile. The sight made you feel like the worst scum on Earth. It was like making a child cry; he was so beautiful, you had to be the devil to be the cause of this sight.
But you couldn't back down.
“Oh, stop it, it's not like that,” you mumbled, crossing your arms and looking away. You couldn't look at him like this.
“Then what's it like?” Dick asked, sounding a little angry even in his melancholy. “Because it seemed like you were pretty disgusted by the idea of me liking you to the point you would stoop to contemplating time travel to stop it from even happening. So excuse me if I feel a certain way…”
You bit your lip, arms tightening on your chest. “It's not like that, OK? And I just told you, I wanted this to be casual, but—”
“So you feel nothing. Nothing at all,” Dick concluded, but you didn't like the finality of his words.
“I don't feel nothing,” you corrected, collapsing onto the floor in front of his wardrobe turned away from him. He didn't protest the distance. “You're my friend, but—”
You looked over your shoulder to see that his lips were curved into something that was the opposite of happy. You rushed to explain. “It's not that simple, OK? I didn't come to this team to…I came to get experience and to get connections and—”
Dick didn't let you finish. “So that's what this really was. Another way to network?”
You fully turned around from your seat on the floor, offended. “No! I said that's why I joined the Titans. I ended up making friends and we ended up doing…this, but I didn't come for that ultimately so…”
Dick's eyes narrowed. “How is this relevant then?”
“It's relevant because it means that I don't know what to do with this situation at all, OK? I just don't know and don't want to get voted off the team or be accused of favouritism or anything like that. I’ve worked hard to get here,” you could imagine it now, the scowling looks, the whispered words. You didn’t want to be undermined and made into someone’s side piece because the mighty Nightwing got a little protective occasionally.
Dick bitterly laughed, sitting on the edge of his bed and beginning to tap his foot on the floor. “That ship has already sailed.”
“Everyone knows we've been hooking up,” you blanked.
“By ‘everyone’, do you mean…?”
Dick half smirked, bringing a knee beneath his chin as the other foot continued to tap. “I mean, everyone, so really there's no negative because we've not been discreet enough, and maybe that's my fault for always flirting with you in front of them, but nothing bad will happen.”
“What's wrong with it? What's so wrong with it?” Dick pressed.
“You're basically my boss,” you spluttered. “We're not supposed to have an intimate relationship.”
“Again, that ship has sailed. I don't know how else to put it to you.”
Dick had a quick reply to that one, too. “Friends with benefits fall in love all the time.”
You bristled, eyes snapping to him. “I don't need reasons to reject you.”
“You don't,” Dick conceded, frustration draining out of his voice, tapping coming to a halt.
“But?” You waited, tense.
“No, you're right,” Dick sighed. “You don't.”
The two of you sat in a charged silence for a long time, you on the floor and him on the bed. Just…thinking it all over. Because Dick really didn't seem to care, he thought every single one of your concerns were non-issues, and he was saying he accepted rejection.
It honestly…surprised you, it made you question things. Not just yourself but…
“…You really like me?” You asked.
“I do,” came the gentle affirmative. “I think you're gorgeous and funny and so kind under all this bullshit.”
Dick wetly laughed. “Seriously, how did you expect me to not fall for you?” He met your eyes, and a shiver ran down your spine. So much so, it made you contemplate and ponder and reconsider until something inside you realised he was right. Not much would change, not much at all would change, except positively, since you already knew you felt a certain way towards him, too, even if you had been disregarding it all this time.
Dick was convincing, every bit the natural leader you knew him to be, and he seemed to still like you, no matter what you said.
Maybe…well, it wouldn't hurt to entertain him a little.
You swallowed, braced yourself and focused on that optimism.
“Where is this restaurant, by the way? Where specifically?”
Dick's eyes instantly lit up, as if waking up from a long, draining slumber. “Just in one of the seaside towns nearby. The jet would get us there in five minutes, promise.”
You swallowed, working up your courage. “...What's on the menu?”
“[Your fave food]…” Dick studied you, cautious with his guard up. It wasn't high enough; you could see the cracks, but maybe that was the point. Nightwing could be emotionless, could give nothing away, but Dick wanted you to know how he felt, even to his own detriment. Suddenly, you believed his confession completely. “Why?”
“I wasn't lying, I really do need to restock my pellets and zip ties and I am busy…but…maybe…”
Dick immediately sprung up to a stand and approached the wardrobe you were still leaning on, enthusiasm clear in his warm tone. “Yes, anytime you want and any day.”
Dick kneeled down in front of you and looked at your face. You didn't know what your features looked like right now, but you knew something got through when he smiled teasingly. “You know I'm flexible, baby.”
You shyly laughed, readjusting your utility belt. “OK.”
Neither of you reacted, and then.
Dick looked as though you just promised to give him a billion dollars, solved climate change and brought world peace all with one word. “Thanks for giving me a chance,” Dick mumbled, grabbing your hands and leaning forward to rest his forehead on your shoulder. You didn't move away. In fact, you leaned into it. He was so warm. “I promise you'll fall for me by the end of it. Just hold on until then.”
“...I think I can do that.”
Dick's lips stretched into a grin on your skin, and as promised, you fell.
A/N: P.S. I cannot believe this is like the fourth thing I’ve written where I’ve made Dick kneel in front of you, I think something’s wrong with me fvgbhj
