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beast of burden
a valentines weekend event fic!
fwb!dick grayson x reader: canceling your valentineâs day plans before they even start, a romp with your sneaky link turns into..cuddling with a box of chocolates and a rom com?
content level: hurt/comfort, 18+. NSFW.
opening your eyes, you already know what day it is. you want to scream into your pillow, kick your feet like a toddler throwing a tantrum. but you have classes today, and neither professor is very lenient when it comes to unexcused absences. whatever.Â
coffee in hand, you drag your feet to and from each class, dreading the date you have planned with that guy from that app. god. youâre not sure why you even open them anymore, itâs always the same thing, or the same people with different pictures for different apps. you just donât have it in you to get all dressed up just to go to some bar and get either stood up or have to make small talk for an hour. you walk past a couple making out on a bench, another couple walking with their hands in each otherâs pockets. why canât you just snap your fingers and have that? skip all the texting, the ghosting? snap your fingers and run into the person youâre supposed to be with, dropping your papers as they help you pick them up, apologizing profusely. your hands would touch. and youâd âjust know.â snap and see them across the room at a party, making eye contact, and then spending the rest of your lives together. but unfortunately..Â
you sigh when another couple passes, swinging hands as they walk.Â
you find yourself texting him, canceling. youâd been meaning to walk to the cafeteria, but you ended up here. in front of his place. god, coming here on valentineâs day must look so pathetic. you turn, deciding you shouldnât, not today, but youâre too late.Â
he opens the door, and turns around before he sees you, snapping like heâs trying to remember what he forgot. a warm feeling spreads into your chest, tingling into your fingers and toes. dick grabs his keys off the hook by the door, shaking his head.Â
he stops, saying your name as he startles at your presence.Â
you blink, cursing yourself for even coming to dorm in the first place, putting on a sheepish smile.Â
â..hey, dick.â you could not believe today was going to get any worse, and yet, here you are.
âhey, whatâs up?â he leans against the doorframe, his blue eyes staring down into yours.Â
ânot much.â you say, trying and definitely failing at feigning nonchalance. âwanted to see what you were up to.âÂ
he nods, a small smile turning up the corners of his lips. âi was gonna go for a drive.â
âoh.â you reply, mindlessly.Â
â..it can be rescheduled.â heâs got an amused look on his face as he opens the door wider, nodding you into the room.Â
âwho gave you these?â you ask, your tone incredulous.Â
âiâuh. a girl in one of my classes gave it to me today.âÂ
âwell, happy fucking valentineâs day to you, huh?â you raise an eyebrow, hand on your hip.Â
âyeah, iâd say it has been.â he crosses his arms, returning your look. you sigh, relenting.Â
âiâm..happy for you, dick.â you throw him a lackluster smile, and he smiles back, pulling you over to sit on his bed with him. you lean into him, and he maneuvers you into falling back behind him. you make a surprised noise as he lays back next to you, propping himself up on an elbow.Â
âhow happy are you, really?â his presence over you reminds you what you usually get up to on his bed. you get flustered as he runs a hand through his hair, his bicep on full display. you feel so off your game.
â..what?â you didnât even realize there was a conversation going on still, a bit mesmerized by the way his thighs feel pressed up against yours.Â
âforget it, babe.â the last thing you see is his smirk before youâre lost in his arms, his lips on yours. your tongues meet, and his swipes at your lips before pushing in to bite your lower lip. you moan into his mouth, running your hands up his body. the arm he has curled around your waist goes lower, his hand gripping your ass. you open your legs around him, letting him in as your heels press into his lower back. his cock presses into the junction of your thighs, the combined heat sending your hips rocking against his for some hope of friction. dickâs one to one hundred, and he leans back, whipping his shirt off. it sails to the ground, and you giggle, letting him take yours off next.Â
you watch as he rolls the condom on, admiring the line of muscle stretching from his hips to the tuft of hair at the middle. you donât think youâd be able to handle eye contact, so when heâs ready you turn over, onto your knees and elbows. he notches his tip at your hole, smoothing a hand over your lower back as he deepens your arch. you take deep breaths as he slowly enters you, hearing the groan he tries to stifle from behind you. relaxing, you lay your head down onto the mattress, braced by your forearms. you whimper once heâs bottomed out, feeling the smooth skin of his stomach pressed against your ass, his balls flush with your pussy. leaning over you, going impossibly deeper, he moves your hair away from your face.Â
âfeeling good?â he says, his voice a little tight with need.Â
âyes,â you sigh out, your hands gripping the sheets as he pulls out, coming back with a hard thrust. his pace quickens, the cheap dorm bed creaking slightly in time with the movement of his hips.Â
âprobably not gonna last, baby,â dick starts, pulling you into him, his cock buried deep inside of you.Â
âlook so gorgeous on my cock like that,â he groans, lifting a leg to get more leverage. Â
the way heâs talking to you feels so nice, so simply nice, that you canât really wrap your head around it.Â
you feel a prickle in your eye, and you try to ignore it, try to swallow down the lump in your throat. it feels amazing, like it always does, but your head just isnât in the right place.Â
âyouâre takinâ it so good, love,â dick coos to you. it sends you over the edge. tears burn along your waterline, threatening to fall. you sniffle into the comforter, and dick slows his pace, his brow furrowed. he pulls out, and you start sobbing into your hands.Â
âwoah, woah,â dick sits you up, wrapping you into his arms. it feels so nice, you feel so safe, but you canât help the shame weighing your shoulders down as big, fat tears slide down your cheeks. his hard length presses into your hip and you feel guilty somehow. you know nothingâs your fault, but thatâs not always what youâve been told in the past. he whispers reassuring words to you as he lets you cry it out, rubbing your back. dick listens calmly as you start blubbering about the date you didnât want to go on, the exhaustion that is dating in general.Â
âi just have horrible fucking luck with love, okay?â you swipe another tear away. âpathetic, right?âÂ
at your mirthless laughter, dick shakes his head, vehemently.Â
âdonât say that.â he grabs your hands away from your face, holding them tightly. âseriously.âÂ
you sniffle as he rubs his thumbs across the back of your hands, his expression almost laughably concerned.Â
âi didnât exactly have valentineâs day plans either, you know?â
âi justâcampus just gets so lonely! iâm not exactly like you, people donât just hand me chocolates because iâm pretty and in their class.â you cover your face with your hands again, scrubbing at your eyes. you know you probably look a little crazy right now, but you feel a little crazy. so it works, in some roundabout way. continuity. dickâs eyes are bright as he looks at you, probably giddy that you went and called him pretty.Â
âyouâre not alone. you got me. that might not be enough for you, but itâs enough for me.âÂ
âit is enough for me, dick.â you reply, and his heartbeat is so loud he wonders if you can hear it. pretty ridiculous of him, considering youâre just supposed to be someone he messes around with.Â
you glance down. youâre not really sure when he took the condom off, but itâs by you two on the bed. noticing heâs still pretty erect, guilt blooms in your chest again. he was having a grand âol time before you ruined it, itâs the least you can do.
âiâjust, dick, i feel bad. let me take care of it.â you say, brushing your hair out of your face, hands on dickâs thighs, about to lean down.
âno, honey.â he says softly, his tone making you almost cry again. gently he moves your hands, patting your knee. he gets up from the bed, grabbing his shirt from off the ground. but instead of putting it on, motions for you to raise your arms, sliding it onto you instead, pulling it down over your head. he grabs your underwear, hooking them onto your ankles and sliding them up your legs until you finish the job, slipping them onto your hips. dick wanders over to the trash, disposing of the empty condom. he dresses too, going commando in a pair of sweats (after he throws you a smaller pair with a smile) and a different shirt from his drawer.Â
he grabs the box of chocolates, settling back into bed with you. dick brushes hair out of your eyes, kissing your temple. his arm falls around your shoulders, and you lean into him, your head tucked into the crook of his neck.
âwhat sounds better, legally blonde or sheâs the man?âÂ
you smirk, grabbing a chocolate from the box as he turns his TV on.Â
âwhat, like itâs hard?âÂ
dick sighs, rolling his eyes, and you suppress a smile as you bite into the candy. he laughs when you groan, wrinkling your nose. as you cough, he raises an eyebrow, and you swallow with a grimace.Â
â..cherry.â
âdrama queen.â
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Hi gator! Long time reader, first time requester. Can I get Dick Grayson with a ftm reader who struggles with dysphoria and Dick comforts them? Pure fluff please :)
Dick Grayson x FTM reader
Headcanons
Iâve written headcanons like this before, so there might be some repeating of something Iâve said before. Readers dysphoria is leans a bit on my own, since idk how other people experience it. not that long, but I tried to make it good.
Dysphoria is different from person to person, and how Dick deals with it would also depend on what kind of dysphoria it is.
If itâs the kind where you donât want to be touched or really perceived, Dick wouldnât be as physically affectionate, or would know what areas of your body to avoid. If youâre the kind that needs to feel and look more masculine, then heâs more than happy to help you work out to get a stronger build.
He will never be the type of person to judge you for how you feel or what you might experience. Itâs not his place to decide what you feel or donât feel, all he can do is support you in whatever way you need.
There might be days where Dick is so stressed he canât really think, but even those days he wonât go beyond your limits. It becomes one of his first things to look you over for, using his many years of bat training to see how you stand or hold yourself, to spot if you are feeling dysphoric.
If you just need to cuddle and be held and have your gender affirmed, then Dick will be happy to do that too. The only thing that gets in the way is patrol or hero work, but thereâs a good chance you are a hero too, so.
Other than that, Dick will do what he can to support you through your dysphoria. If it will help, he will even go to Bruce asking for money or a referral to a good doctor to help you get your surgeries.
Dick is also the type of guy to give you compliments, and makes sure to use the more masculine ones. Like handsome, prettyboy, squeezing your biceps and cooing about how strong you are getting.
I think it helps that Dick will never see you as anything but a man. No matter how you present yourself or how you look, you will be his boyfriend, as long as thatâs what you want to be.
Hes just as smitten with you no matter what, even if youâve gone a week or more feeling so dysphoric you donât want to go outside or leave the bed.
If it gets that bad, then Dick will make sure you are eating and drinking right, that you have your comfort snacks and meals, he will drive all the way to Gotham to pick up Alfred cooked meals since they help anyone feel better. Anything he needs to do for his handsome boy.
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BE MINE VALENTINE
Dick Grayson x vigilante!reader || 3873 wc
summary: Valentineâs Day with Dickie Bird. And you decide to take the next step in your relationship.
warnings: fem reader, drinking, unprotected penetrative sex
a/n: man i need a cigarette. and more than the couple of drinks had here. reminds me, dont worry about the drinking and driving you know his bikes are souped tf up. autopilot is a given

You glanced at the ticking clock on the wall for the bajillionth time. Still an hour before you got off of work. Still an hour before Dick picks you up and spirits you away on his motorcycle, off into the neon lights of the Gotham nightlife.
You tapped your fingertips on your desk. With the agitating knowledge that he was going to be here soon, you were way too distracted to work anymore. Hopefully your boss doesnât notice you just fidgeting around and not doing your job.
You let yourself daydream about it while you waited.
The way Dick would roll in, probably dressed in clothes that hug him so nicely thanks to the Waynesâ tailor. The way heâd pull that motorcycle helmet off his head, his fluffy black hair sticking to him with sweat. The way he would toss his head back, giving said sticky hair a run through with his hand. The way his eyes would light up when he sees you stalking towards him. The way Dick would pull you in, his hands naturally going down to grip your hips as he kissed you deeply, not caring if anyone was aroundâ
Bzzt! Your phone buzzed.
Oh, speak of the devil. Dickâs made it to Gotham. The picture he sent you was adorable, a selfie of him smiling wide with Jason and Roy at some bar. Not even close to 5 oâclock yet, mind you, but itâs always good to see Dick with his friends. Youâre not entirely sure he has them in BlĂŒdhaven, unfortunately.
Cute, you text him. Donât have too much fun without me, tho :(
Baby, I could never <3
You looked around the room. Everyone else was focused on actually doing their work, and not up walking around. You could probably get away with itâŠ
After checking one last time to see if the coast was clear, you pulled down your blouse just enough that you could see the top of your breast and just a hint of the Nightwing blue lingerie you were wearing. Tasteful, exciting, just enough to rile him up without actually showing anything Dick wouldnât want his baby brother to accidentally see when he opened this message willy-nilly.
Want a peek? IMG_214.jpg
Please get off work faster đ„ș
Well damn Dick I canât control time
You smiled at your phone, putting it down before you got caught. Looking at that stupid clock again, it was only 20 past 4:00. Ugh. Fine. Guess youâll at least pretend to do your job for another half hour or so.
-
After what felt like years, you were finally on the back of Dickâs bike, clinging to him as he races through the streets of Gotham with a practiced ease. You wished you didnât have this clunky helmet on, so you could nuzzle into the back of his neck. But he insists you wear it. And you do, because itâs nice to have someone care about your safety like that.
The bike rolled to a stop as you pulled into a red light. You were suddenly able to hear the city around you in clarity. So, you dipped closer to Dickâs ear, tapping his shoulder to get his attention.
âDo I get to know where weâre going?â
âWherever the night takes us,â he said seriously.
âSo, you forgot to make any reservations,â you giggled in his ear.
âNo,â he said with mock offense, âI just thought we could have a mysterious adventure. It adds to the sexiness,â
You snorted, âSure,â
Eventually you stopped at an amphitheater, where a local band was playing some good music. Thankfully, Gotham had smiled upon its citizens and granted you a cool, not rainy night. The trees were still lit up with Christmas lights, adding to the normal city glow. All in all, the atmosphere was pretty sexy, youâll give Dick that.
There were food trucks around, so you picked up a few items to share. Some âgourmetâ fries from a truck that only sold fries. Chicken and waffles from a chicken and waffles truck. Boba from a truck selling âMexican-Asian fusion cuisineâ, whatever that was. There was pretty good array of foods here.
You settled into the grassy amphitheater seats to eat and enjoy the music serenading you.
It should be absolutely freezing out, but somehow it was only in the 50âs. Still chilly, but all you needed was a sweater. Strange for February. And well, you hadnât worn a sweater. On purpose. So you were in fact pretty damn cold.
You shivered for a moment, making sure Dick saw but not making it too obvious. Or, at least you thought you werenât being too obvious. Dick chuckled as he took off his jacket, and put it around your shoulders, just like he always does.
âHmm, I distinctly remember your closet having more than a few jackets,â he playfully booped your nose with his fingertip, âand yet you always seem to need mine, how is that?â
You smiled guiltily, âWell. Yours are more comfortable, you see,â
âOh, are they now?â
âMmmhmm,â
He did have a sweater on underneath, making the jacket overkill considering how hot he normally runs. So clearly he not only wanted but expected you to take the jacket. No guilt on your part at all then.
You sat in the grass, listening to the band and talking about anything and everything for a few hours. Most nights, all you have is Dickâs voice over the phone, so it was nice to have him physically there. You could lean against your boyfriend while he told you about his day, actually feeling his body pressed into yours.
Bittersweet, you believe the word to be. That feeling of being so happy here with Dick that it just made you sad. You wished you could have this all the time, but you donât. A warm body to cuddle into, not a pillow. A real voice in your ear, not transmitted over telephone airwaves.
BlĂŒdhaven wasnât far. But goddamn, was it too far.
When you had first met, it was on a weekend when he was in Gotham. Even though you had met in the Batcave, you had no idea he didnât live here full time. Everyone talked about him constantly like he was there, and you knew he had a room in the manor. You just assumed he wasnât as into the whole vigilante thing as the rest of them were. It took you a while to realize that he just straight up left town after a mission was over.
And then when you started dating, it was fine. Heâd take you out for Friday drinks, and sleep in on Saturdays. Youâd partner up on patrols or cases and occasionally heâd take you on Titans missions with him. He made sure you got to spend time together at least once a week, and that had been enough.
But then things got more serious between you two. And suddenly it was Not Enough anymore.
Falling asleep on call wasnât enough. Good morning texts werenât enough. Little weekend dates werenât enough. You needed him with you. You need him close to you all the time, not just some of it.
Youâve been job searching in BĂŒdhaven, but itâs yet to be fruitful. There was also the option of asking him to move back to Gotham, but you werenât sure he would be keen on that at the moment. But either way, something had to give.
You were going to tell him. You had to tell him. You didnât want to ruin this sweet Valentineâs Day if he disagreed with you, but you had to tell him tonight.
And now was as good a time as ever, you supposed. You looked over at him, and he was already looking at you. You blushed, the words now dying on your tongue.
âYou wanna go get drinks?â he asked, oblivious to your conundrum.
âUh. Yeah, sure,â
You took his hand as he helped you up. You brushed yourself off before letting him lead you back to where he parked the bike. His hand was always so warm, even in the chilly night air.
Leaving for the bar was smart, actually, since it was well past sundown and itâs not a good idea to be out in the open air like this in the dark. People still did it, of course, that good olâ fashioned Gothamite spirit coming through. But none of the people choosing to stay sitting in the grass were recognizable public figures like Gotham Prince over here. So moving on to a second location was the natural next step in your night.
Actually nevermind. The lounge Dick took you was probably just as dangerous as staying outside, but he seemed to be very friendly with the owner, so maybe itâs fine. Probably.
You were ushered into some âvip areaâ, which wasnât different from the normal tables area, just a piece of it arbitrarily marked off with a rope. Although, you were still grateful, because these seats looked a little less sticky than the ones just a few feet away.
Soon your favorite cocktail was in your hand. And with a little liquid courage, you can easily start this very important conversation with your boyfrieâ
âBaby, I think we need to talk,â Dick interrupted your mental pep talk.
And goddamn. Were those not words you ever wanted to hear.
âYes, love of my life?â you said shakily.
Dick had the audacity to laugh, âRelax. Itâs nothing bad,â
You audibly let out the breath you didnât know you were holding, âThen why would you say it like that?â
âYouâre so cute when youâre mad,â
âWell, you know what. I have something I think we should talk about too. So like. Uno reverse, bitch,â
Dick eyed you wearily before knocking back his glass, âCan I go first?â
Well, if what he had to say altered the possibility of you moving in together in any way, it would probably be best if you donât bring it up then. Just tell him you no longer need to talk about what you wanted to talk about. So yeah, he could go first.
âShoot,â
Dick set his glass down on the table and turned towards you, giving you his undivided attention. He took both of your hands in his, tenderly holding them, which was either very sweet or very worrisome depending on what was about to come out of his mouth.
âIâve been thinking. Things have gotten very.. serious, to me lately. Between us,â he quickly added, âand donât be mad! But I may have gotten you a job in BlĂŒdhavenâŠâ
He grit his teeth, waiting for you to either stubbornly turn the offer down or even just plain tell him to fuck off. He knew you werenât really a fan of the whole âusing connectionsâ thing, and that you really didnât like it when people told you what to do.
ââŠDoes it pay better than what I have going now?â
âWell, no. It actually pays worseâŠâ he admitted.
âThen how am I going to pay rent, Dickie? BlĂŒdhavenâs housing market is just as bad as Gothamâs,â
âSee, thatâs the thing. Itâs not going to matter that youâre taking a cut because you wonât have to pay any rent. I can make that whole bill disappear,â
You allowed yourself a small smile, hoping that you knew where this was going, âAnd how, pray tell, would you be doing that?â
âWell Iâm magic, for one thing. Learned it in the circus.â
âIs that so?â
âUh huhâŠâ he stopped bantering for a moment, sobering up a bit, âI want you to move in with me, y/n.â
âHmmm,â you pretended to mull it over, âWell, my lease is almost up,â
âYes, in April,â he supplied.
You laughed, of course Dick remembers every little thing you ever tell him. He always does.
âAnd I have been missing you like a phantom limb lately,â
Dickâs eyes softened from nervous to endeared, âI miss you too. So much,â
You shook your head in mock exasperation before taking one of your hands out of his hold, using it to guide his face to you as you kissed him sweetly. You could taste the tequila sunrise on his lips. Dick never was one for whiskey.
You broke the kiss, ïżœïżœItâs a deal,â Dick grinned madly at you, âBut youâre going to have to tell Batman youâre poaching me,â
âYou know what, Iâm okay with that,â
Your boyfriend goes and orders another round to celebrate. While he stands waiting at the bar, you get a good opportunity to appreciate, how you say, the sceneic view. You really gotta send that tailor a fruit basket one of these days. Of course, youâre sure Dick could make any pair of pants look good. That ass was to die for. You definitely know what Ella Fitzgerald meant when she said âworship the trousers that cling to him.â If you were at home, youâd wolf whistle.
âIâm sorry, but I got so excited I forgot to ask what you needed to talk about,â Dick sounds sheepish as he places the new drinks on the table.
You take a drink, ah it hits the spot, âJust that either I need to find a job in BlĂŒdhaven or you need to move back to Gotham. Looks like we were on the same page, as usual,â
âYeah, we are,â Dick says wistfully, âI love you,â
It was nice, how well you and him synced up. Great for vigilante work, and it looks like BlĂŒdhavenâs got a new dynamic duo rather than a solo act now.
âI love you too,â you placed a hand on his knee, ânow letâs finish this round, I want to get out of here,â
âToast?â he held his glass up, âTo the next chapter,â
You clinked you glass to his, âTo the next chapter,â
-
The ride back to your apartment took too long. You were a bit tipsy, but that didnât help. You really really wished you could nuzzle into the back of his neck now, feeling how hot his skin was.
Guess you have to settle for pressing your body into his back. You know he can feel your tits when you do that. And with your arms wrapped tightly around his waist, you can let your hands wander while youâre at it, feeling him up.
He shivers underneath you, and you know thatâs not the weirdly temperate February air thatâs got him like that. You allow yourself a little smirk of satisfaction, but let up so he wouldnât have a wet spot on the front of his pants when you two practically race down the apartment buildingâs hallways.
You fumble with the keys at the door. Dick hangs off of you like a cape, and his chin on your shoulder is not helping the whole unlocking the door thing. You feel his breath hot on your neck as you finally turn the knob and open the portal to that world where just you and him exist. Dick wastes no time in pushing you through the threshold.
He basically slammed that door shut and relocked it as fast as the Flash before caging you against the wall.
Dick eagerly captured your lips with his. You tangled your hands in his hair, and he groaned as you pulled it slightly. He gave your lips a little kitten lick and you opened them expectantly, giving his tongue access to start exploring your mouth. Like he hadnât already memorized every part of it yet. He tasted like, well, tequila and grenadine. Just a hint of sweetness. Not exactly the taste of love but people in clubs mistook for that well enough.
Soon Dick reached his hands under your thighs, hefting you up as you wrapped your legs tightly around his waist. He ground his hips into yours in time with the swipes of his tongue. You moaned loudly as his clothed cock pressed into your clit just right. You gave his hair a little tug in approval. He got the message, breaking away from the kiss to whine at the friction as he continued to rut into you.
âBed?â
âBed,â he panted in agreement.
You wrapped your arms and legs around him like a koala as he stumbled into your bedroom. You thought about how it wonât be your bedroom for much longer and the butterflies in your stomach fluttered.
Dick lovingly placed you on your back at the foot of your bed. You propped yourself up by the elbows to watch him unbutton his shirt as he stood between your knees. You almost went to start removing yours but remembered that it might be more fun to watch him open that present himself. So you just leaned back and enjoyed the show.
Dick had already stripped himself down to his socks before he looked back and noticed that you hadnât followed suit.
âDo you need help?â he smirked.
âMm, just a little, yeah,â
You raised your arms to help him lift your blouse up and over and ohâ
âI forgot about this,â his eyes raked over your chest as he took in the lingerie. A gorgeous balconette, satiny and blue. His blue, specifically.
Dick pressed his lips to the valley between your breasts reverently.
You could only giggle as he quickly moved on to practically ripping off your skirt to reveal the matching panties. Those couldnât stay for long either, though. He stepped back and admired you in the set for a moment, before taking those panties and throwing them off to the side.
Dick kissed you as he pushed both of your bodies down onto the bed. His hands fumbled for your hips, and he broke the kiss briefly to line himself up. You moaned as you felt his tip press through your entrance.
âThere we go Baby. Just a little moreââ he cut himself off with a load groan as he bottomed out.
He let you get used to the stretch for a moment while he started on your neck. It would be a crime if you walked out of this Valentineâs date where you decided on a new level of commitment without a collection of purple marks to show everyone just how serious you two were now. You were one step closer to being irrefutably his, and he needed people to know that.
âDick, move,â
Ah, but maybe he got a bit distracted.
He started a slow, sensual pace. Dick wanted to take his time with you tonight. It was only romantic, for a nice romantic night like this. He watched as your eyes screwed shut, your legs pulling him in closer. He loved getting to see how you reacted to him, always so sensitive.
He crawled further onto the bed, hefting you along with him. Once he got you situated comfortably beneath him, he resumed thrusting into you. You gasped as he hit that particularly good spot within you. Dick smirked as he gripped your thighs, moving them impossibly more apart. He moved closer to cage you into the bed. With the new angle, he sank deeper into you. You moaned as his pubic hair tickled your clit with each thrust of his hips.
Dick was still taking his sweet time as he captured your lips with his once more. Not that you minded. His lips dragged across yours just as languishly as his member dragged against your walls. Very heartfelt, very tender. Like he was savoring the feeling of you beneath him.
âFaster, Dickiee,â you whined against his lips. Okay scratch that itâs been long enough that youâre starting to mind.
âAs you wish~â
Even though your eyes were shut tightly, you could very clearly picture that smug look on his face you knew had to be there.
âAhâ FuckâŠâ you heard him say quietly as he picked up the pace.
And he was right. Now that you were properly going at it, the pleasure spiked in your nerves.
You kissed Dickâs shoulder as he desperately fucked you, now chasing that fiery feeling. Slick wet noises could be heard as he pounded into you, gasping and moaning, the sounds going straight to your pussy. He reached down in between you and found your clit with his thumb.
âMmmph,â
âYeah? You like that?â Dick began rubbing fast little circles over the sensitive bud.
âBabeâ AhhHââ your breath hitched as you came. Your walls fluttered around him, and he gasped, enjoying the feeling. He was close, and the feeling of your pussy spasming was like you were trying to milk him for everything he was worth. Amazing, he would never get used to this.
Once you had ridden out your high, he started chasing his own orgasm, hips brutally snapping into yours. You felt his tip kiss your cervix with every thrust. His grip on your hips was definitely going to leave little finger sized bruises in the morning, but you didnât care.
He looked so pretty right now, sweat sticky hair and flushed cheeks. He had the hottest expression on his face as he rutted into you. He was so much stronger than you and yet so gentle even in his feistier moments like this.
âGod, youâre amazing, DickâŠâ
Dick let out a loud guttural noise as he spilled his seed inside you. You felt the hot liquid seep into your walls.
He went limp and fell into you. Wrapping your arms around him, his heart beat fast against your flesh. His face rested on your chest, and you felt his breath fan against your skin as he panted. Recovering slightly, he slid a hand up to one of your breasts, brushing a thumb over the Nightwing blue fabric of your bra.
âYouâre.. Youâre amazing..â he huffed, âuno reverse, bitch,â
You giggled, bending to press a kiss to his hair.
âLetâs see if you still think that when I forget to do the dishes for a workweek and they pile up,â
âWhy would I complain about something Iâm also not doing?â
Damn. You better start saving up for a wedding.
You laid there basking in each otherâs presence a little longer. You tried to take a good âsnapshotâ in your brain of this moment, how the weight of his body nestled into you, the feeling of his skin, the scent of his sweat mixed with his cologne.
âHey Y/n?â
âMmm?â
âBe mine, Valentine?â
You laughed with all of your chest, âOnly if youâll be mine too,â
âIâm already yours,â you felt his toothy grin against the skin of the boob he had tucked his face into.
âYou down for a second round?â
Dick heaved himself back up, hovering over you, âIf I ever say no to that question, shoot me, itâs an imposter,â
He crashed his lips into you once again. And again. And again. And⊠Itâs gonna be a long night.
-
It was hard as it ever was to watch Dick leave for BlĂŒdhaven, but this time, you had a lot of hope. Just a little longer, and soon, youâll both fall asleep and wake up in his arms every day of the week. Just a little longerâŠ
You can make it just a little longerâŠ
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IF I WAS A RICH GIRL âĄ
pairing: bodyguard!jason todd x bratty!fem!reader x bodyguard!dick grayson
summary: for the first time ever, jason needs dick's help with a client. upon meeting you, dick understands why. you're a handful - bratty, needy, the whole deal. luckily for everyone involved, dick has a soft spot for brats and jason has a tendency to follow in his footsteps.
cw: nsfw (18+), smut, p in v, fingering, threesome, voyeurism, exhibitionism, hair pulling, praise/degradation, gun play, brat taming, dacryphilia
wc: 12.9k
a/n: i did not intend for this to be so long, but i am physically incapable of shutting the fuck up unfortunately. anyways comm for the sweetest ever @fearcvlt. thank you again hehe. as always reblogs and comments are appreciated <3
Dick watched the numbers above the elevator door light up one at a time. Every couple seconds, the soft glow moved one space to the right. It started with 1, 2, 3 and now landed on 67, 68, 69. Finally 70 lit up and a soft ding sounded through the cabin.
He shifted his duffel bag on his shoulder and took a deep breath. When Jason had texted him a few days ago, he made this situation sound dire.
Dick had been in the middle of working out, pulling himself up and down using the rings hanging from the ceiling of the gym. The chime of his phone pulled him from the focus that came with his muscles burning and sweat dripping from his hairline.
'Are we allowed to drop clients?' was the first message he saw.
But then another quickly followed.
'It's been a full twenty-four hours.'
At first he wondered if it was a joke, but Jason didn't really joke about clients.
He tried thinking to himself what case he'd even been assigned to. That gig at the shipping yard had wrapped up by now, and that stalking victim had canceled on them for another security firm.
Then he remembered. That Monday Jason was supposed to start with the senator's daughter.
Something must have really been wrong for him to want to drop that. It was one of the best jobs they'd been offered since starting up their agency. It was full-time protection, meaning round the clock, 24/7 pay. Also a high profile contractor like a senator meant word of mouth getting around to his colleagues, similar types who would want some security for their own twenty-something-aged brats.
'We can't drop her. Maybe I can see about someone swapping cases with you. Did something happen?' was all he responded with.
The reply was instant. 'I'll take literally anything else.'
'She can't be that bad,' he sent in return.
'You take her then. Find out for yourself.'
He rolled his eyes at his dramatics. There was no way you could really be so awful. While Jason didn't joke about work that much, he loved to complain. Shaking his head, Dick typed back a final message.
'Keep your head for the next few days. I'll come see what I can do over the weekend.'
So that was what he planned on doing for at least the next five or so days. He had said the weekend, but it was Thursday now, and he didn't have to do anything else till next Wednesday. Plus, he figured Jason would try his hardest to rope him in for longer if things with you hadn't changed.
He walked into the entrance hall of the penthouse, eyes briefly scanning his surroundings like they always do upon entering somewhere new. The design was sleek. A classy white end table sat below a large mirror with delicate decorations adorning its surface. A plush rug rolled down the hallways to a set of French doors.
One glance around told him this was all expensive. Every detail chosen by someone young, experiencing their first taste of independence. It was cute in a way. At least he thought so. He could only imagine the distaste Jason had reacted with upon seeing the pink candles or vases of dainty flowers.
He continued in the direction of what he assumed was the living room. Though he had only taken a few more steps across the fuzzy rug before he heard loud voices muffled by the doors ahead. He paused and narrowed his eyes for a moment, trying to determine the severity.
The first voice he knew belonged to Jason. It boomed with annoyance, loud and brash. The other was higher pitched. He waited a few moments, feeling out the rhythm of the argument. Back and forth, back and forth. There was no third party, which meant it wasn't any serious danger.
He took another breath and braced himself to be put in the middle of whatever spat you two were having. Jason still hadn't been clear about what his exact problem with you was, so he didn't know what to fully expect. From the few things he had said over the phone, he gained the impression you were just a spoiled rich girl, and Jason's temper wasn't made to deal with any of those.
Grabbing one of the bronze handles, Dick pushed the door open. From where he stood in the alcove that held the doors, he didn't think either of you had noticed him enter.
The scene looked as he expected. Jason leaned against the pristine ivory island in the kitchen while you stood at the back of the large taupe sectional that spanned through the living area. You had your arms crossed over your chest, your foot looking as if you had just stamped it on the hardwood below. Jason, on the other hand, appeared as though he was about to explode. His fingers rubbed at his eyes before he spoke.
"For the last goddamn time, I'm not taking you, so find something else to do.â
"No. It's not your job to tell me what to do. You're only getting paid to follow me around where I wanna go," you retorted.
"I'm not taking you to the fucking mall!" he exclaimed, flinging his arms open, "Christ, you have a cell phone, a laptop, and an ipad. You could probably even use that watch you got on your wrist to shop."
"But it's not the same," you pouted.
Upon hearing that, it seemed like Jason's brain was actually on the verge of malfunctioning. In an attempt to help out, Dick walked the rest of the way in.
"Am I interrupting something?" he asked, his voice much cooler than the tense argument that preceded it.
Immediately, both sets of eyes were on him. Jason's features melted into relief while yours swirled with curiosity.
"Is this your boss?" you asked. Your arms fell to smooth out the small shorts you had on before they rose again to make sure your hair was in place.
Meanwhile, a sneer spread on Jason's face again. "No. We're partners," he said.
"C'mon, Jason. I like to think of us as friends before coworkers," Dick teased and flashed a smile. That earned him one out of you in return. Right then, he knew this would be easy.
He headed over to the area where you stood, and acting charming as ever, stuck his hand out in search of yours.
You gladly returned the exchange, offering your palm up for shaking like a trained puppy.
"I'm Dick Grayson," he introduced. He wrapped his fingers around your hand with a firm grip.
Your smile widened before those soft lips parted to expel the syllables of your own name. You were being so much sweeter now that your sights had been set on someone besides Jason. Jason, who was currently watching with a mix of disbelief and irritation as your bratty temperament melted away before his eyes.
"Would you mind showing me where I could put my stuff?" Dick asked.
"Oh sure," you answered, "Follow me."
You waved him in your direction before prancing through an archway that led to a small area with a few doors and the stairs.
"I'll just show you where everything is while we're at it. That's the main bathroom. That's the office. And then up the stairs is where all the bedrooms are."
He followed behind you through the small room and then up the curved staircase. Jason trailed behind him, watching like this mask of pleasantness would fall away to reveal your true attitude any second.
Your hips swayed as you walked up each step. He felt like the way your ass jutted out a little as they did was intentional, but it didn't matter. Dick could be professional when he needed to be. He kept his eyes averted and stayed along your path.
After the stairs, you led them down a thin strip of lofted walkway that overlooked the living room and kitchen. With one hand on the silver railing, you explained each door that lined the wall as you went.
"That's the smaller living room. That's the second bathroom. That's the guest room Jason is staying in. And here is yours," you said as you got to the second to last door. You pushed it open and gestured proudly at the space.
"Looks nice. Thank you," he said before heading in.Â
He tossed his bag on the bed and glanced around. It truly was nice. The bed looked like one out of a five star hotel. The end tables were polished and seemed as though they'd never seen a visitor throughout their time here. And then there were the floor-to-ceiling windows against the farthest wall. There was nothing to see outside right now. This floor rested so high up, clouds engulfed the glass panes.
"Mhm," you hummed before biting your lip, "And my room is the last door. There's always extra space in my bed if you don't like this one."
"But I thought you said I was a perv for suggesting that?" Jason interjected and shot you a glare from where he leaned against the door frame.
"Ummm, yeah, you are," you deadpanned, "I'm offering it to him, not the other way around like you did, obviously."
"It was a joke," Jason grumbled.
Before the tension could bubble over again, Dick laughed and looked over his shoulder at your teasing expression. "You know, I appreciate the offer, but this looks like more than enough for now."
"Ok, well let me know if you change your mind. I'll let you put your stuff away while I figure out what we can get for dinner," you told him before stepping back out of the room.
Dick waited a few moments to make sure you were really gone before turning to Jason and smirking.Â
"That's who you've been having such a hard time with?" he mocked.
"I swear that's the best she's been all week. When it's just me, she doesn't quit. She goes on and on and on. Whining, complaining. It's borderline harassment to be honest," he responded and crossed his arms.
"Oh come on," he laughed, "She's as hard to deal with as a kitten."
"For you," he responded, "Once she gets bored of you, she'll act the same."
"Guess we're banking on the fact that I'm a lot more entertaining than you then, huh?" he teased.
"Shut up," Jason scoffed before turning and leaving the room too.
Over the next couple hours, Dick got settled in his room and then migrated back downstairs to feel out the situation here. Already he could guess why Jason didn't like you, but if things continued the way they were, he wouldn't mind slipping into his place. A full day of pay, and all he'd have to do is flirt back and forth with you every now and again.
In the living room, you laid back in the corner of your couch. Some tv show played as background noise while you scrolled through your phone. He made an effort to talk to you, to subtly observe more of your personality. Fortunately, you were pretty open to his attempts. Once he found a subject you liked, it was like flood gates opened. You couldn't have been more eager for someone to talk with.
Poor thing, he thought. You had everything you could want, but you were still so starved for attention.
As he listened to you chatter about your favorite tv show or something that happened last summer between you and your friend, he could see the quirks in you that drove Jason up the wall.
For one, you had a tendency to pout. He didn't think you were even aware of it most of the time. While he found it kind of cute, he knew that every time your lip started to puff out, it would send Jason's blood pressure through the roof.
You also were very touchy. Over the course of the short conversation, you drifted from your end of the couch to the cushion right next to Dick. Whenever you laughed your hand landed on his forearm. If he joked around in return, you'd lightly shove his bicep.
It was all pretty juvenile, methods of flirting used most often by kids with their first crushes, but he didn't mind. You were sweet and well-intentioned. Just so desperate to feel wanted.
And admittedly, he played into your desires a bit. He knew Jason would have lambasted him if he was down here right now instead of taking a break in his own room, but Dick didn't really care. Technically, he wasn't the one on call. Though even if he was, it's not like was overtly flirting with you. He was just having some fun and keeping you entertained. A few compliments and well-placed touches. That was it.
He straightened out his behavior a little by the time Jason did return downstairs to join you both for the dinner you'd had delivered.
You stood at the end of the table, graciously distributing the containers of food while they took up a seat on either side of you. Things went pretty smoothly overall. Once you each had a plate with your dishes of choice, you sat down and began to eat.
"You have that big kitchen," Jason commented after a few bites, looking over his shoulder at the room in question, "Do you ever actually cook anything?"
You narrowed your eyes for a moment but responded in the most calm tone of voice. "Yes, I do. But not for you."
Luckily, all that came from the tense exchange was Jason rolling his eyes. Neither of you seemed interested in launching into a full argument when you could focus on the food in front of you instead. A few minutes of quiet passed, but then conversation sprouted back up without an issue.
You asked them how they got into âbodyguarding,â making sure to add that modeling had to have been on the table for Dick. As with most interactions, he responded with a charming laugh. Though this time Jason interrupted to give you the spiel about their past - they worked together under the same mentor at a security company and decided to branch off and start their own as partners.
"Yeah, but why?" you questioned when he concluded his story, "Isn't it like... scary? You have to protect people from stalkers and stuff? That sounds so nerve wracking."
"It's not if you're good at your job like us," Jason dismissed.
Dick saw the frown appear on your face, and he swooped in with an answer of his own to make you feel less discarded.Â
"It can be tense sometimes on rough cases, but it's really rewarding, you know? Getting to help people and protect them from the worst parts of life gives us a purpose," he explained.
"That makes sense," you nodded before laughing a little, "I could never do what you two do. I'm wayyyy too scared of being shot."
Dick chuckled, but Jason's look didn't soften at all.
"What is it you plan on doing with your life?" Jason asked.
His tone was short, prime for judgement, but you tried to let it roll off you. You kept your shoulders back as you answered the question, like it was a part of an interview you'd prepared for.
"I'm not totally sure what I'm gonna do with my whole life, but in the spring I'm gonna start working for my dad as an aide. Like when he takes office and everything."
"So what was the point of you going through college when you're guaranteed a job like that anyways?" he asked next.
Dick shot him a look across the table. It was one thing to respond to your whining, but picking a fight was another. He could see the question pricked at a real insecurity of yours. You bristled and tried not to let the weakness show itself.
"Because," you huffed, "I'm still supposed to know things and have skills of my own. And we're not like the Kennedys or something. I can't get by on my last name forever."
"Right..." he said and redirected his focus to shoveling some more food into his mouth.
Again, Dick took it upon himself to resuscitate the mood. He chatted with you some more about school and potential areas you were interested in for your future.
As things wrapped up and the three of you cleared the table, he finished by offering to take you on that shopping trip you'd been asking about earlier tomorrow. That seemed to be all it took to fully brighten up your mood. You eagerly accepted before heading off to your room for the night.
After you'd left, the room clouded with silence for a minute. The two of them migrated over to the living room. Both him and Jason took a moment to enjoy the peace that plumed up in your absence. It dissipated when Dick decided to speak again.
"You know, part of the reason she gets snippy with you is because you're not exactly pleasant to her," he started.
"No, she doesn't like me because I won't play into her flirty bullshit like you do," Jason replied and shrugged.
"It's more than that. You dismiss almost anything she says, and you try to provoke her into lashing out at you."
"Like she doesn't do the same to me? All that whiny, pouty shit she does for you, she tried for me at first, but I hurt her feelings because I didn't act like it was cute. It's pathetic"
"Alright, but as the professional, you're supposed to keep the appearance that she doesn't bother you. I'm just saying you could try playing it cool around her," Dick suggested.
Jason glared at him. "I wasn't hired to be nice to her."
"You're not getting paid to be an asshole either."
The harsh look deepened in the other man's green eyes. "What are we getting paid to do here exactly? She's not in any actual danger."
So that was his problem.
Dick sighed, but before he could provide some form of justification, Jason was pulling up your case files on his phone. He turned the screen to Dick.
"Look. Read it. Why'd we even accept this bullshit? He basically admits there's no real threat in the request," he said.
Dick took the small device and scanned over the document with his eyes. He didn't have to read it to know why they accepted it, of course. The money was great and the connections they could gain from it would be even better for the firm. He still skimmed the tiny words staring back at him though. The request for protection that asked you be assigned a full time guard in the potential event of political retaliation. Political retaliation that both sides of this arrangement knew was not coming. Your father had won his race by a comfortable margin. No one even attempted to contest the result. All of his positions were uncontroversial as well.
It was obvious to Dick that he and Jason were simple pawns in a power struggle here. They were the expendable pieces your father could tote around and punish you with for whatever reason. Maybe you'd been too outspoken about something. Maybe you had a tendency to get too wild when you went out. Maybe you'd just outsmarted the last move in this lifelong game of chess.
Whatever it had been, this was just the next subtle method of control. He'd seen it before in rich kids like you. Shitty as it was, it was part of this business.
Handing the phone back to the other man, he answered. "You know why we took it. And I know it's frustrating, but not every case is gonna be something out of an action movie. If he wants to pay for someone to ease his mind, then that's just how it is."
"He hired a babysitter for an adult," Jason spat with disdain, "That's all this is. The only thing I'm protecting her from is maxing out daddy's credit card or taking a laced bump at some shitty party."
"There are worse jobs in the world than watching over a pretty girl, Jason," Dick said and rubbed his eyes.
"Oh bullshit. This isn't just watching a pretty girl. This is listening to her run her fucking mouth. It's putting up with her bitching and moaning in my ear 24/7 about how she doesn't want me here."
"Look. It's not that hard to figure out," he interjected, "She was spoiled rotten growing up, but that also means she probably had a lot of people trying to control her life. She's getting her first real taste of freedom being out of college and living on her own, and then her dad takes it away by hiring us. Can you blame her for being a little pissy about it?"
"So what? Poor little rich girl. She has people who want to be involved with her life and make sure she has a future," he scoffed, "If she doesn't like that, she can take it out on her dad. Why do we have to deal with the fallout?"
"I know it's not what you want to be dealing with, but you're smart enough to know that things aren't that simple," he responded, "Everything in this place - the clothes she wears, the furniture we're sitting on, I'd bet even her phone she carries around - doesn't belong to her. None of it comes from her own money. Maybe her name's on the title of this place, but you know it's not really hers. She probably plays nice and puts up with things that don't really bug her to make sure he doesn't start taking it all away or offering to give it to her in the first place."
Jason still wouldn't drop his scowl. He understood Dick was right, but you were so goddamn irritating, he didn't want to admit you deserved even the smallest degree of grace.
"You don't have to act like a boyfriend or even her best friend," Dick offered as a compromise, "All I'm saying is that if you weren't so aggressive from the jump, she might feel more inclined to listen to you."
"She's a grown woman," Jason grumbled with hushed incredulity, "I shouldn't have to handle her like a little girl or a puppy or something."
"You're right. You shouldn't have to. But it's the way it is, so adapt or drive yourself crazy. It's your choice," he said.
"I guess," he huffed before slumping back in his seat a bit.
Dick relaxed back against the couch as well. Looking at Jason now, he couldn't help but think that part of the reason the two of you butted heads at every opportunity was because you both were in the running for the most headstrong person he'd ever met.
The next day, Dick made good on his promise to take you shopping. The two of you drove to an upscale mall and spent the next few hours roaming the wide corridors. He stayed close to your side, his muscular arms covered in the bands of your shopping bags as you led him from one place to the next. You talked his ear off, but he didn't mind. It was better than lounging around the penthouse and listening to you and Jason bicker.Â
And in your defense, while you had him carrying all your stuff, you took plenty of chances to offer to buy him a few things. Anything his eyes lingered on for more than two seconds had you playfully waving around your card. Each time he'd decline. He had to keep some appearance of doing his job. Jason would never let him hear the end of it if he thought he indulged in this shopping spree too.
He was still somewhat playing his part though. His eyes scanned the exits and entries (when they weren't lingering on how your lip gloss shimmered on the soft curves of your mouth). He was focused on making sure no suspicious characters tried approaching you (when he wasn't ogling the way your t-shirt stretched across the swell of your chest).Â
"So only one last place, right?" he checked while you typed away on your phone.
"Yup!" you chirped.
You trotted along a few more paces before coming to a stop in front of a store entryway framed by two dark, tile pillars. The words above glowed in a light, classic font. He eyed it and then shifted his gaze to the display windows. That was when he realized this was a store for lingerie.
He let out a laugh and shook his head. "Really?" he said, raising his brows at you.
"What?" you asked, "Don't tell me you're one of those guys that gets all weird about bras and panties. What do you think I'm wearing under this?"
"I don't really think it's my place to be imagining that," he chuckled.
"Well you don't gotta imagine right now. Just stay close to me while I pick some things out," you replied with your own little smile.
Unlike Jason, this wouldn't be a hill he died on. He followed you into the store and remained quiet within a few feet of you while you checked over the stands for items you liked. You seemed pretty picky when it came to this stuff. Your face contorted into contemplative expressions, weighing if you should go with the lacy black or the baby pink.
"So... do you actually have someone to wear these for or...?" he asked while trying to seem aloof.
"I wear them because I like them," you corrected while shooting him a playful glare, "But to answer your question, not yet."
"Ah, yet," he grinned.
"Mhm. It doesn't hurt to be prepared," you said.
He huffed out a small laugh and kept in line with your footsteps. After a while, you selected a few pairs and seemed almost ready to go. You weaved through the array of perfume stands and seasonal racks. On the way to the register though, your eyes caught on a pair of silk pajamas. They were dainty, thin, and striped. Just the kind of thing that looked as though it was sewn specifically for your closet.
"Oh my gosh. Dick, can you hold this?" you said. The question was pointless as you'd already shoved the basket of panties into his arms before the words finished leaving your lips.
You pranced to the display with the sleepwear and looked it over with adoring eyes. With a wave of your hand, you summoned a nearby attendant to ask for a set you could try on.
Moments later the worker guided the two of you towards the back of the store, showing you the changing area. It was nicer than most shops. A large mirror sat on the wall that was covered in floral paper. Next to it a small door concealed the private fitting section, and in the center was a couple seats.
The woman waved you in. She glanced over each of you with a tight-lipped smile before adding that "your boyfriend" was welcome to wait inside for you.
He opened his mouth to amend her definition of him, but before he got the chance, you chimed in with a cheerful "thank you!"
His eyes zipped from the exiting staff member to you. Upon looking in your eyes, he could see your amusement dancing there. You grabbed his free hand and led him to the plush couches. Then you took off with the pajamas in your hands into the private part of the room.
"So boyfriend, huh? Is that my title now?" he called to you through the open space above the door. While you changed, he set the endless supply of bags down on the loveseat across from the one he chose to sit down on.
"It could be," you replied, "Isn't it like safer if bad guys think a girl has a boyfriend?"
He'd dealt with clients flirting with him before, but never one as flagrant as you. Only one day with you, and he could tell you'd never experienced true shame in your two decades and some spare years of life.
"Yeah, I think so," he chuckled in return. Even though your confidence humored him, he couldn't deny the part of him that was flattered. The same part that got turned on.
Suddenly, the door swung open, and you strutted out. Your luscious legs stretched out from the tiny shorts that bedizened your hips. The button-up top hung off your shoulders and framed the curves of your waist. With a few steps, you stood in front of him, as if you were a model in a fashion show organized personally for him.
"Exactly. So, how do I look, darling?" you teased, doing a little spin for him.
He reached out and grabbed your hips. His fingers dug into your skin, feeling your flesh squish beneath the pads of his digits. Your eyes connected with his as he dragged them up from your waist to your face.
"Stunning, sweetheart," he played right along.
A small giggle trickled from your lips before you turned to the side to assess your appearance in the mirror. He kept his grip on you. Both his and your eyes glided over your frame, lingering on his hands clasped around the bottoms.
"I'll have to get them then," you decided after a few moments.
His pupils shifted up, sparkling under the fluorescents on the ceiling. "I think that's a great choice. Though when you wear them later, you may want to fix the pocket," he said.
Trailing his right hand up from its post on your hip, his fingers coasted over your breast to the shirt pocket that was flipped slightly inside out. He pushed the material back into place, delving two digits beneath the silk flap. The tips teased the curve of your breast. They dragged on the skin just above your nipple through the cloth.
Fortunately for you, he pulled them out seconds later, allowing you to step back and hide the way the small bud had begun to pebble for him. The smirk on his face hinted that he still knew though.
"Ok, well I'm gonna change back. Then we can check out and go home. Maybe we could get some food on the way back or something," you said, laying out the plan as a distraction for the blooming heat you felt in your abdomen.
"Yeah, sounds good," he responded and shrugged.
He watched as you capered back behind that door. You were a tease through and through, and that couldn't have pleased him more. It's what made this all so easy. You could flirt and bat your eyelashes and speak in that seductively innocuous tone, but when you caught scent of any real arousal, you pulled back quicker than a skittish dog.Â
It could make it easier for him to remain professional. A way of keeping him from crossing the line that was supposed to divide him and all clients. But it also made you so much more tempting. An elusive prey animal just begging to be caught.
The rest of that day followed the plan you had set in the dressing room.
You checked out of that last store then had Dick carry your collection of purchases to the car. The two of you picked up some food on the way home. Despite your lavish taste in just about everything else, when it came to dinner, you were a pretty cheap date.
When you made it back to the penthouse, Dick shoulders the weight of everything you bought again. The two of you don't bother asking Jason for help, knowing it would only cause more drama. Instead, he let the thin handles on the bags of clothes and jewelry and trinkets dig into his skin and nearly cut off his circulation.
Besides that though, everything went fine. Jason gave you both a look of disdain when he saw the evidence of your shopping trip, but he didn't comment.Â
Maybe he was taking Dick's advice.
That seemed to be the case even as you came trotting down the stairs not too long later. You'd changed into your new silk set. The fabric didn't leave anything to the imagination in terms of your figure and that was what it did cover. Most of your legs and a sliver of your chest remained exposed to any eyes that should wander by.
You had a little smile on your face as you entered the room. Of course, you knew how you looked. You were bratty, not stupid.
Upon spotting Jason in the kitchen, you headed in that direction. He'd been standing in the corner where the counters met, eating something for a few moments. The calmness of solitude that had previously filled the space dissolved when he caught sight of you.
As much as he couldn't stand you, Jason was still human. His brows raised and his eyes stuck to your scantily-clad body, raking over your curves and smooth skin. You watched with absolute joy as he finally acknowledged you in some way other than a nuisance.
It only took him a few seconds to catch himself, but the damage had been done. You bounded over to stand on the opposite side of the kitchen from him. He kept his eyes down now, intent on trying not to gauge if you were wearing a bra under that skimpy thing by how your breasts bounced.
"So Jason... What did you do while me and Dick were out?" you asked.
"Desperately awaited your return," he grumbled sarcastically.
The question obviously meant nothing to you. He could hear it in every syllable. It served as a placeholder. A plausible reason you could linger around him to flaunt yourself.
His response brought a laugh out of you in spite of the backhanded nature of the statement. "You could've come with us. It probably would've been more fun," you smiled.
"For you maybe."
"Well yeah for me," you said. You pushed off the island and stepped a few paces closer to him. "What do you think of my clothes? They're new. Dick said he liked them."
You did a small twirl like you had in the dressing room. An attempt to lure Jason's gaze back onto you. He didn't take the bait so easily though and locked his gaze on the food he'd been snacking on.
"If you got Dick's opinion, then why do you need mine?" he shot back.
"Cause I want it," you answered.
With a deep breath, he brought his eyes back to you. He could control himself, both his temper and other kinds of impulses. Plus, there was no way he was going to let you win. You had enough smugness in your voice as it was. No way was he gonna make the problem worse by letting you feel as though you had him intimidated.
"Looks the same as the ones you normally wear," he shrugged.
"Yeah, but I didn't ask that. I just wanna know if you like them."
"Why? Are you gonna throw a fit or something if I say no? Call daddy and have him hire someone with better taste to babysit you?" he mocked.
That put a scowl on your face, which made him smile. The two of you worked like a seesaw of emotions, one extreme on each side, animosity shifting so rapidly the bar could never rest at a balanced middle.
"No," you scoffed with a glare, "I was just trying to be nice to you-"
"Oh really? It felt more like you were fishing for compliments to me," he said, "You bought the clothes, so obviously you like them. Why do you need me validating your choice?"
God, this felt so much better than getting worked up over you. Watching your face morph into increasingly petulant expressions gave Jason more joy than imagining the day a month from now when this job would finally be done.
"Whatever," you huffed and rolled your eyes before retreating to the living room to be with Dick.
That was fine with him. He didn't cause a blow up or have to deal with Dick's lecture while simultaneously getting you out of his immediate vicinity. Though, that was probably for the best for reasons other than his anger too.Â
He would never ever admit it out loud, especially not after the point he'd made about it last night, but seeing you in that tiny get up, all desperate for his approval... it had him craving some alone time to quell the heat he felt beginning to simmer within.
He cleaned up his plate that was now empty and then ran a hand through his hair. His eyes shut for a moment, and he let out a sigh. After a few moments, he decided he didn't need to shove down the feelings. He'd been pent up enough over the last week. Nonstop hours of you trying to get under his skin and make him snap. It left him yearning for some outlet, for some relief. Maybe that was why he was so pissed off all the time.
Right now, Dick was with you. The chances of you wandering up to his room to bother him were slim. He could sneak off for a while, spend some quality time with his right hand and chill the fuck out.
So that's what he did. He headed off upstairs and shut the door to his room.
Now you sat beside Dick on the couch as an old movie played on the tv. You were so close to him that your bare thighs rested against the grey cotton of his sweatpants.
It wasn't that late, but only a third of the way into the movie you felt yourself sinking into the cushions behind you, tiredness overtaking your body. Your eyes grew droopy and glazed as you tried watching the action playing out in front of you.
A few minutes later, you started to accept this might be a pointless effort. In your defense, shopping was a tiring activity! Malls were big and required lots of steps to get through. When you combined that with doing all the spending math in your head, talking to Dick, and trying things on, it made sense that you were beat.
You let your head slump over and hit his shoulder. Your temple thudded against the curve of it as a yawn made its way out of you. You brought your legs closer to your body and wrapped one of your hands around his bicep as well. If you were gonna go for an inch, why not take the whole mile?
His head swiveled in your direction when he felt the gentle contact. He didn't protest like you knew Jason would have though. Rather, he let you grip onto his muscular arm and rest against his broad frame before bringing his free hand over to smooth down the nape of your neck.
"Are we still playing boyfriend and girlfriend?" he asked.
Your eyes fluttered open as you tilted your face up to look at him. After a moment's thought, you bobbed your head in a lazy nod.
Upon seeing your confirmation, a lascivious smile spread across his lips. He leaned back further into the couch himself and stretched his legs out onto the extended part of the sectional. Once he was adjusted, he pulled his arm free of your grasp. You showed slight dismay at first, displeased with the loss of support and heat. Though it quickly evaporated as he draped it over your shoulders and pulled you into his chest.
"Well if I was your boyfriend," he said, drawing out the syllables pointedly, "I think we'd be sitting like this."
Even in your tired condition, you felt a bit flustered. You wouldn't show that though. It would take more to get you to willingly show how he affected you. You snuggle into his sculpted side and nestle your face against his chest. Below his skin, you hear the faint but steady beat of his heart.
"You're probably right," you mumbled against the fabric of his t-shirt, "It's comfier like this."
"Mhm. Safer too," he teased.
You nodded, not needing words this time around. One of your arms encircled his waist to keep you snug against him while you continued to watch the movie.Â
It was honestly a miracle in your own eyes that you hadn't passed out yet in the few seconds you'd been sitting like this. He was so warm, and he smelled so good, like fresh laundry. And now his hand had started rubbing up and down your back. The steady rhythm of his palm and the perfect amount of pressure seemed like it would be lulling you into unconsciousness in minutes.
But then he spoke again.
"And if I was your boyfriend, we'd be doing a lot more than just watching this movie," he whispered.
The words hit your ears in soft puffs of air, sending chills down your spine. You bit your lip and willed your eyes to open wider before looking at him again.
"What else would we be doing?" you asked.
"What do you think? With you sitting here, all cute in your little outfit..." he began, lowering his mouth to your neck. A soft gasp left you as he began laying kisses up your throat to your ear. His teeth scraped over your earlobe before his tongue grazed the skin behind it. "I think I'd have a pretty hard time keeping my hands to myself," he finished lowly.
The skin of your shoulders prickled beneath the satiny material of your top and continued to do so down your arms and legs. You weren't completely inexperienced, but you'd never had such intense attention focused on you. You'd never felt like the center of someone's entire world like you did right now.
Your hand lands on his thigh, gripping the meat of it with your fingers. You turn your head into a brief kiss before pulling back an inch.
"If you were my boyfriend, you wouldn't have to keep your hands to yourself," you murmured.
And that was the last thing he needed to hear.
He dove in and kissed you like it was the millionth time. His lips moved against your own sensually before his tongue found its way into your mouth. A tender moan slipped out of you in response. He played the part of your boyfriend better than any actual candidate for the role before him.
Your palm migrated up from his thigh to his lap. With a few delicate swipes, you coaxed a bulge into rising against the fabric of his pants. Your hand then fled the area and trailed up his abs onto his chest. Every inch of him felt as though it had been crafted by divine beings. A gift for anyone who should have the pleasure of experiencing him.
He tugged you closer, guiding you so close that you were all but in his lap. His right hand groped the dough of your ass while his left crept onto your breast and gave it the squeeze he had wanted to earlier in the changing room.
You squeaked like a chew toy in response, which drew a laugh out of him. He teased the mound again by kneading it a few more times. His fingers dragged across the soft curves before zeroing in on your nipple, tweaking and pulling at the sensitive little nub. That brought some whines out of you.
"My little girlfriend's so responsive," he whispered.Â
He knew he was acting like an idiot right now. He wasn't just crossing every client-contractor line in the book, he was practically leaping over them with joy. If Jason came down here and saw this opening to a porno playing out on the couch, he would never hear the end of it. But he just couldn't stop now. The way you arched into his touch was fucking intoxicating. You had him hooked, and he hadn't gotten farther than feeling up your tits.
And then you whimpered and nipped at his bottom lip. It wasn't like you could really defend yourself from his words. Every touch had you keening for more.
He hummed at the mini bite before pulling you closer and deepening the kiss. The arm wrapped around your back continued to support you while the set of fingers that had been playing with your chest fell towards the junction of your thighs. You seemed a little nervous at the start of the descent, but by the time his hand made it there, your legs spread open for him with no hesitation.
Both of your harsh breaths drowned out the sounds from the movie that had been long forgotten by now. And then your soft, sweet moans joined them.
He started out with a few loving caresses over your center. A few pets to get you warmed up. It was all you needed to let out those cute little noises. You rolled your hips at his hand, already signaling your need for more.
Without a second thought, he obliged you. His hand slid beneath your waistband and into your panties before his fingers slotted between your lips, finding your clit with expertise. They danced over your bundle of nerves and pressed down on it. More whines trickled from your mouth. He could only hope his lips on yours did a sufficient job of muffling them.
"That's it, sweetheart," he crooned, "You're so cute. Not worried about anything but feeling good."
You bucked your hips without a care in the world now, just like he said. They rocked up into the friction his digits were providing. Wet sloshing sounds emanated from where his hand moved beneath your shorts.
After a little while longer of just touching, he worked a finger inside of you. Then another. He pumped them in and out, relishing each precious mewl that erupted from you in turn. His digits curled. Each stroke inside you brushed a tender spot that made your thighs quiver and jerk.
"Fuck," you inhaled sharply before reaching forward to try palming at him, a haphazard attempt at returning the favor.
His free hand brushed yours away though. Those cerulean eyes glimmered with cockiness.
"I can take care of myself, baby. I'm being paid to service you, remember?" he purred.
Your eyes rolled back, and your head followed in that direction, hitting the backing of the couch. You weakly nodded before allowing the pleasurable sensations to cloud your head. He just kept thrusting his two fingers in and out while his palm ground against your clit.
You vaguely felt him start to grind his hips against the side of your leg. He used the pressure as stimulation, giving himself some muted relief while tending to you.
In the throes of bliss, you hadn't realized how close you were until the edge was right there. You whined and squirmed, trying to alert him that you were a few skillful pumps away from unraveling.
"Dick... gonna..." you whimpered.
"Yeah, I can tell. You're getting nice and tight," he murmured.
You nodded. Your lip started to jut out, those pouty habits making themselves known in the heat of the moment. He grinned before kissing it away.
"Let go, baby. Soak through your new shorts. Get 'em all messy for me," he cooed.
Your walls clenched around his fingers as your toes curled. It was impossible to resist the urge to release when he was guiding you to it like that. Your whole body tensed up and then relaxed over and over, the highs of pleasure washing over you in waves.
He watched every little move you make, drank it all up like a dehydrated man in the middle of the Sahara.
"You look so pretty while you cum," he praised. You heard him say the words; though, they sounded distant amidst the haze of bliss surrounding you.
When you finished, he could tell you were exhausted. Your eyelids drooped as if keeping them open was an impossible task. You laid there limp beside him, just about ready to melt into the couch.
He chuckled and slipped his hand from your shorts. Bringing his fingers to his lips, he sucked them clean and then ducked in for one last kiss. You squeaked in surprise but didn't pull away. He let you taste yourself for a moment before retreating.
Even though he hadn't cum himself, he figured it would be fine for tonight. There were four weeks left of this job after all. He'd have more time with you. Tonight he could deal with finishing himself off in his room after taking you to bed.
He shut the tv off and then scooped you up. Your body draped between his two arms. You didn't complain or protest; rather, just leaned your head into his shoulder and accepted the aid. He walked with you up the stairs, down the walkway to your bedroom. The last door on the path.
Nudging the door open with his foot, he crossed the threshold into your space. It appeared like the rest of the apartment, just more concentrated. A more pure embodiment of you. All the other parts of this place he'd seen had traces of your personality throughout, but each and every part of this room represented a piece of you.
He didn't spend any time snooping around or getting a better look. Like the perfect gentleman, he placed you in bed, draped a blanket over your body, and made sure you were situated. Then he retraced his steps back out into the hall. He headed down to the guest room and slipped inside, planning on taking care of himself and then passing out for the night.
The next morning, Dick woke to a thudding on the wall behind his headboard. Knock. Knock. Knock. The noises pounded against the barrier in an even-rhythm, every second or so. He wasn't sure how long they'd been going on by the time he reached full consciousness. They'd invaded the last part of his dream, so he assumed maybe a few minutes.
Even though the sounds should probably concern him, all he felt was annoyance. The wall behind his bed was the one connected to Jason's. He figured the noises were a result of him working out or moving some things around. Maybe you two had gotten into another argument and he was packing his things in anger.
Dick dragged himself out of bed and stretched. He'd slept longer than usual last night. A lazy smile rose to his face as details came flooding back to him. How you'd felt around his fingers and whined for him to keep pleasuring you.
Once he'd figured out what the noise was about, maybe he'd head over to your room, see if you were up yet. It'd been less than twelve hours, but he was already craving another taste of you.
He stepped out into the hallway, walking in the direction of the room the noise was coming from. As he got closer, he could hear some grunting too. It sounded pretty intense. Either Jason was working out really hard or you'd really pissed him off. Maybe a combination of both.
"Hey, Jason. Some of us are trying to sleep. You don't need to compete with the construction crews around the rest of the city with all this-" he started to call out, but the words died in his throat as soon as he saw the source of the banging.
He felt like a flash grenade had gone off in the room he was looking into. The source of the loud sounds was no longer a mystery. It was coming from Jason's headboard slamming into the wall. The headboard was doing that because the man in question was kneeling on the bed with you pinned down in front of him, fucking you like he was an animal in heat. Dick saw your body jerk in panic as soon as you heard the sound of his voice close in.
"Jesus, man!" Dick said and spun away from the explicit sight before him. His mind reeled and tried to grasp onto what he just witnessed.
As he was trying to come to terms with the fact that he just saw Jason balls deep inside you, he also realized that the lewd noises weren't stopping. He slowly turned back to get another glance - just a curious one, he told himself.
His eyes found the two of you again. Jason kneeled on the edge of the bed. One of his large hands gripped your hip while the other held your face down against the pillows. Now that Dick was really listening, he could hear your little muffled whines and squeaks.
Jason's body glowed, flush from arousal and shimmering with a sheen of sweat. Your limbs were folded up like pieces of a portable chair. Dick tried not to focus on the flicker of heat in his gut, and instead, think about how even with another set of eyes, neither of you had stopped going at it. In your defense, he didn't think the decision was up to you. Jason had manhandled you into a position that gave him all the leverage.
Finally after another second or two, the other man looked his way.
"You need something, Dick?" Jason grunted as though he'd been interrupted while reading a book rather than pounding you into the mattress.
He blinked at him. "What are you doing?"
"Do you really have to ask that? You're not a prude, and you're far from innocent," he mocked. His voice was breathless as though he found some deep satisfaction in this act. Dick believed that. He'd felt how soft and tight your cunt was last night, warm enough to melt even someone as tough as Jason down a bit.
"I'm not a prude, but you could at least shut the door," he responded. The absurdity of this situation then began to dawn on him. He stepped closer to the bed. "Really, Jason. What the fuck are you doing? She's a client," he finally said.
That brought a laugh out of the younger man. "Client, huh? That's not what I was hearing last night when you had her out on the couch."
Dick tensed in the face of the accusation. Shit. He'd thought the two of you had been quiet enough. He sighed and ran a hand through his hair.Â
"That's different..." he defended weakly.
In reality, he of course knew that it wasn't. Him fooling around with you last night was, on a technical level, no different from what Jason was doing now. Either one if found out by your father, their employer, would get them fired and possibly slapped with a lawsuit.
But he did feel it was honestly different on some level. He'd just been playing with you. Going along with your flirting. Having some fun. Jason was fucking you. Every thrust was like an act of revenge for all the pouting and whining and huffy glares. He bullied his cock deep into your cunt with every swing of his hips. Your body jolted from his momentum, your fingers curled around the edges of the pillow. It was intense and raw.
"It is not," Jason denied, "Plus, I thought you'd be happy. We're not arguing anymore. You wanted me to act cool with her? Well she thinks this is pretty fuckin' cool. Don't you, princess?"
Before you could mumble something against the satiny linens below you, he looped an arm around your neck and pulled you up against him. You squealed at the sharp angle this new position put you at. Your eyes rolled back, and the only sounds that came from your lips immediately were hazy babbles.
You eventually collected yourself enough to nod. He laughed in your ear, slotting his face right next to yours. You could feel his breaths against your cheek, his sweat smearing on your skin.
"Use your words, sweetheart," he purred.
A shudder coursed its way through you. Your dazed eyes opened just enough to connect with Dick's bright blue ones. You didn't know what to say, so you let out the easiest thing you could think of.
"F-feels good..."
Dick nearly winced at the fucked-out sound of your voice. It was sultry and slurred. If you weren't so disgustingly rich, he was sure you'd make a killing doing this stuff on camera.
His eyes scraped over the shape Jason had you propped in now. Your body was arched like a bow, tits bouncing with each of his thrusts. He had your arms hooked over one of his behind your back while his other was wrapped around your throat. Your chin rested on the thick muscles there. Saliva spilled from your mouth while the beginnings of tears pricked at your eyes.
Everything about it was turning him on, but he tried to disguise that fact. He shifted where he stood in an attempt to readjust himself and not let his cock fill out. But then his eyes caught on the slight bulge in your stomach. The faint outline that protruded in rhythm with the man behind you thrusting.
He almost came on the spot. A groan worked its way up his throat, and he ran a hand over his face into his messy hair.
Jason huffed out a laugh at the noise. "You should've seen her. She came in here trying to pick a fight. Probably a warm up before she scampered off to your room to get you to relieve her frustration."
"Nuh uh," you whimpered pitifully.
In response, he released your arms and shoved you down onto the mattress again. You whined at the force he put into slamming your face against the blankets. His hips rutted into you even harder too, clearing any further words of denial from your mind.
"I wasn't asking," he chided. He gave your ass a firm slap before holding onto your hips.Â
You mewled and clawed at the soft bedding.
"Maybe you are being honest though. Maybe you didn't plan on getting Dick to help you out. You probably knew he couldn't give it to you like you needed," he said. His green eyes flitted up to the man standing beside the bed, letting him know it was an open challenge.
Dick knew he shouldn't take the bait. This was weird enough as it was, standing there and watching the two of you fuck. But wouldn't it be weirder not getting involved? If he just left, he'd still be half-hard. He'd probably skulk off back to his room to jerk off, and that would be more pathetic than whatever he was about to agree to.
"Sure, Jason. If that's what you have to tell yourself," he mocked, "She knows how good I can make her feel. She just knows that you're easier."
Jasonâs usual scowl appears on his face. "You cracked first. Gave into her and acted all sweet," he grumbled.
"Yeah, but look at you. She didn't have to work at all to get you to fuck her," he taunted, "I'm sure she'll be so tempted to not act out anymore when this is how you deal with it."
He closed the gap between himself and the bed, reaching for your face. He cupped your jaw and tilted your head upwards to face him. Swiping his thumb over your bottom lip, he smirked at the cute, pouty look on your face.
Jason growled and tugged you back. His hips clapped against your ass. You whined in a mixture of pleasure and pain, screwing your eyes shut. He leaned over your body like a dog guarding its favorite toy while continuing to pound into you.
"You know I'm right," Dick said, "You're so rough because you know you have to compensate."
Now Jason was actually getting a little pissy. He was the one who made this competitive, but it didn't take much to trigger his temper.
He let go of your body and pulled out. "You think you can do better? Go ahead then," he said, gesturing to your twitching form. You whined at the emptiness you now felt, but it did nothing to change his mind. He gave you a quick swat between your legs, ripping a cry from you.Â
"No whining, little brat," he said, "Not when you're getting so much attention. More than you deserve."
Dick watched with interest before connecting his stare with the other man's.
"You just want me to what? Strip down and fuck her?" he asked.
"Why not? Don't act like you don't want to. I can see the tent in your pants," he responded.
Looking down, he knew he was right. The front of his sweats had puffed out with his desire. He didn't bother feeling embarrassed about it right now though. Jason was shameless as could be, so why should he try to keep up an appearance of modesty?
He shrugged and began peeling off his t-shirt before pushing his pants and boxers to the floor. Both pieces crumple up next to his feet as his cock comes into view. He gives it a few lazy strokes while reaching for you.
You glanced up at him, your pupils dilating upon seeing his length. It was slightly skinnier than Jason's but just as long. Your mouth watered for a taste. He chuckled, your admiration stroking his ego.
"Come here, baby," he cooed, much more gentle than Jason.
The sound of his voice revived you from your fucked out state, and you were happy to be guided into his arms. He sat against the headboard and took you onto his lap. Pressing a few kisses to your lips, he ran his fingers down your jawline.
He knew he wouldn't have to do anything to get you ready. You were already dripping onto his thighs from the mess Jason left between your legs. He shifted you around by your waist, laying you back against his chest. The both of you faced Jason who sat at the end of the bed.
"You think you can ride for me?" he murmured against the shell of your ear.
Your legs were wobbly and your mind still felt a little cloudy from the euphoria Jason pumped into your veins, but you nodded anyways, not wanting to disappoint Dick.
He rewarded you with a grin and pecked your temple. "Such a good girl. Gonna show him how sweet you can be when you're treated right, huh?"
Again, you nodded, but he also caught Jason rolling his eyes.
You rose onto your feet and positioned yourself above his lap. He helped you out a little, lining his shaft up at your entrance and sliding it through your slick.
Slowly, you began sinking down on him. He couldn't help the choked moan that slipped out of his mouth. "Fuck, you're tight," he rasped.
You didn't let up, lowering yourself all the way down in one go. Your ass rested against his pelvis, and he gave you a few moments to adjust. Hell, he needed them too to catch his breath. He couldn't cum too quickly right now. Not with Jason watching. He'd never hear the end of it.
But eventually you do start to bounce. His hands hold onto the little divots in your side to help you keep balance. Your warm slippery walls squeeze around him with each of your movements.
More whiny sounds seep from your lips. They were higher-pitched than last night. Less drawn out and delirious. Each time you took him all the way, your hips jerked. He reached around, swirling his fingers over your clit.
"So sensitive," he teased.
You whimpered and continued to bounce yourself in haphazard bursts. Your pussy gushed for him, your juices dripping down to his balls. By the time you finished, there would be a wet patch for sure.
He tilted his head back against the headboard, just letting himself feel for a moment. Meanwhile, your eyes meet Jason's. He had a fist wrapped around his cock. He kept his strokes slow, as if trying to hide the fact that he was doing it at all.
"Feeling good?" he asked, but you know it was intended to mock you, "You like sweet and gentle? Better than how I do it?"
Before you could answer, Dick slammed you down on his cock. Your eyes fluttered, and you loosened up, allowing him to take over in lifting you up and down on his shaft.
"If you're asking, that means you know you're losing," Dick chimed in a sing-song voice.
That just spiked Jasonâs blood pressure. He stood up. "My turn again," he demanded.
Dick openly laughed in his face while continuing to pump you like a fleshlight. "No," he said.
"Yeah. You've had your turn, now it's mine. Give her back," he said. He was getting more agitated because he realized how petulant he sounded.
It only brought more laughter from Dick. "Give her back? What is she? Your favorite doll or something?" he taunted, "It doesn't really seem like she wants to go back to you. I think I'll keep her here till she finishes."
"You're the one who interrupted."
"You're the one who practically invited me to."
"I don't care. You had enough time, now it's my turn to show you. I'll get her at fucking gunpoint if I have to."
Both of them knew he was just blowing off steam. When Jason got mad, he would say things like that without thinking twice. But you'd never heard his voice so gruff, dripping with the potential for violence. When he got pissed at you, he was annoyed and agitated. Frustrated more than anything else. This was something else, and it turned you on.
You clenched around Dick's cock and let out a shaky whine. They simultaneously dropped their bickering and looked at you. Dick slowed the pace as he eyed you, but Jason's lips curved upward.Â
"Oh you like that idea?" he chuckled, "Thought you were afraid of guns, princess?"
"I- I am," you said, trying to backtrack.
His dark locks swayed from side to side as he shook his head. The moment he headed towards the nightstand Dick knew what he was doing.
"Jason-" he started, but his gun was already in his hand. The dark pistol pointed towards you.
"Come here," he said.
Your eyes widened, thighs quivering as Dick stopped moving you and let you slide off of him. He watched as his cock slid out of you, still coated in your arousal. You crawled forward towards the man pointing the gun at you.
He grabbed a fistful of your hair when you were close enough and dragged you the rest of the way. His cock kicked at the yelp you let out.
"That's a good girl. You know to come when you're called," he praised.
You whimpered in response, looking up at him with wide, puppy-eyes. He didn't soften in the slightest though. Scooping you from behind, he dumped you onto your back.
"Spread your legs for me nice and wide," he directed. You clasped your own legs behind the knee and made sure there was ample room for him to get at your center.
The gun remained aimed at you. It kept your heart pumping so hard you could hear it in your ears. A sick combination of fear and lust ran through your limbs. Jason didn't mind the shakiness though. With his free hand, he guided his thick cock back to your entrance and slid right in.
"Fuck, you take it so well for such a prissy little thing," he growled.
He didn't give you the adjustment period like Dick had. Instead, he pushed all the way in and then dragged his hips back before slamming in again. You mewled at the stretch. The sweet burn of him splitting your cunt open.
"Jason..." Dick said again in the tone of a parent about to count to three.
Jason didn't drop it though. He leaned forward, pressing the cool metal barrel against your shoulder and folding you in half under his bulky frame. He was so deep inside you that you couldn't really say he was thrusting anymore. Just grinding his hips. Deep, even rolls. Those tears that had been teasing you before leaked out freely now. You hiccuped out a broken sob as he continued fucking you within an inch of your life.
"She's fine," he grunted, trying to suppress a moan of his own, "Fuck... you know I'm careful."
It was true. Dick didn't actually believe Jason would shoot you, but still, this felt like the exact opposite of what they were supposed to be doing. This was probably the most danger you'd been in over the course of your entire life. It was definitely the first time you'd had a gun aimed at you.
Heat sweltered between you and Jason, making it almost impossible to breathe. Your head lolled back in search of some relief. Some semblance of breathing room. But he was just all around you. Every part of your body felt under his control.
Your vision went spotty for a moment, but when you came back, you saw Dick's face above yours. Jason had leaned back a bit, allowing you to cool down. His hips maintained a steady rhythm though.Â
The older man stared down at you, stroking your cheek gently. He swiped your tears away with your thumb. His palms kept your head cradled as if you were the most precious, fragile thing in the world. It just made you cry more.
"You're so pretty crying like that," he crooned. His knuckles swept over your heated skin. "Such a sweet girl. Not used to getting it so rough."
"She'll be used to it by the time the month is over," Jason said. He put the gun aside now, using both hands to hold onto you.
Dick rolled his eyes and continued showering you with soft words and tender touches. It was like each half of your body was in a separate world.
You could tell Jason was close by the way his thrusts were becoming more sporadic. His breaths puffed out in harsh pants while his fingers gripped you tight enough to bruise. Luckily, you were getting there too.
The only one left behind was Dick, but he wasn't worried. He had the patience for you.
Jason thumbed your clit, dragging you the rest of the way to the finish line. You came with a scream so loud that both of them were thankful the penthouse suite meant no neighbors to hear you. Your body quivered and convulsed. You sobbed out cries for both of them. Your hands flew to Dick's wrist to hold onto something.
Jason kept pumping into you for a few moments more, but you were tight as a vise. He knew he was about to cum, and he knew he should pull out. But as he was going to, you locked your shaky legs around him and shook your head.
"I'm-" you tried before cutting yourself off with a whimper, "I'm on the pill."
In that moment, it was like he heard an angel speak to him. He slammed into you as hard as he could and collapsed onto your body. His larger chest crushed you against the bed, his face nuzzling into your neck as he spilled himself inside you. You swore you heard him whine, but it was hard to tell with everything going on.
He fucked his cum into you, not pulling out until he was completely satisfied. Once he was and that dreamy bliss of post-release had settled over him, he reluctantly rolled off and landed next to you flat on his back. His chest rose and fell with deep, slow breaths.
But you weren't done yet. Dick slid around to where he had been and pushed his cock into your hole that was still leaking Jason's cum.
"The best goes on last," he teased with a lazy smirk.
He sighed, his long lashes dusting his cheeks at the sensation. His grip was much softer. He took his thrusts slower too, knowing your poor pussy was aching from how rough Jason got.
You whimpered and twitched at the slight overstimulation.
"Shhh, doing good for me," he cooed, "Pussy's so warm and soft. She wants me. Iâll make her feel all better."
The sounds coming from where your bodies connected were absolutely obscene. And even though Dick wasn't going as fast, he was getting just as deep. His tip brushed your sweet spot over and over. Your toes curled and your back arched. This time it was Jason you held onto. You gripped his hand tight as you could, and he let you. He didn't baby you like Dick did, but he allowed you the comfort of his large, warm palm around yours.
You were totally gone by the time Dick was ready to let go. He angled his hips to guide you into another release. Your walls fluttered around his length. His head tilted back and he let out a groan, feeling his own peak bubble up inside him.
He came inside too, pumping your cunt full of another load. Like Jason, he fucked it all in. He stayed snug in the tight grip of your pussy for a moment before pulling out. Sticky, white cum gushed out, dripping down onto the bed.
Dick landed on the opposite side of you from Jason. He leaned in and planted a soft kiss on your cheek.
The three of you laid in silence for a little while. For you, it was out of pure exhaustion. You wondered if it was that for them too, or if they were processing what they'd done. The lines they'd crossed and the secret they'd now have to keep.
But you didn't get the chance to dwell on it for too long because soon enough, Dick guided you off the bed.
"Let's get you cleaned up," he said.
With a hand on the small of your back, he led you to your bedroom and into the en-suite bathroom. You assumed Jason stayed behind to take care of the bedding, but you didn't ask.
Dick drew you a bath and helped you in. He did like he said he would, cleaned you up. Every move he made he did so with all the care in the world. Gentle hands wiping the dried drool and tear streaks from your face.
When you were done, he helped you out and dried you off. He let you go about the other parts of putting yourself back together on your own, taking a few moments to tend to himself.Â
You didn't know how the rest of the day would look. If things would be awkward now or if they just wouldn't acknowledge what happened. You waited on your bed for Dick, dressed in a pair of fresh clothes and your skin smooth after being lathered in lotion.
He came in after you a few minutes later. Immediately, your fears of things being weird were extinguished by the smile he gave you. The same charming one he'd had since a few days ago. He climbed on the bed with you and laid back against your pillows. You followed in suit, leaning your head against his shoulder.
You were content like this, just relaxing with him. In the back of his mind, he knew this was the quietest you'd been since he arrived.
Moments later the door opened and Jason came in. He crossed the room without a word. You opened your mouth to ask what he was doing, but he basically answered the question when he reached the other side of your bed.
He laid down next to you like Dick had on your other side. You eyed him suspiciously. Never would you have imagined he'd willingly spend time with you. He caught the look though and gave it his usual frown.
"What?" he scoffed, "I was the one actually hired to watch you. I gotta make sure you're not getting into trouble."
Unlike before, his speaking didn't provoke you to whine or insult. Instead, you smiled and wrapped your arm around his bicep.
"It's ok. I won't make you admit that you wanna cuddle too," you grinned.
He shook his head in denial. "I'm just doing my job," he asserted, "Plus, I think I won the contest, so it only makes sense that I'm the one who stays with you."
"Hey, we never decided on a winner," Dick cut in.
"I mean, we didn't have to because it was pretty obvious."
"Well we got a whole month, so if you're so confident, we can always have a rematch later," Dick challenged.
"Um, you guys didn't even ask for my vote on who I think won," you interrupted with a pout.
They both turn their eyes to you. For once, Jason didnât look at you with total disdain. In this moment, you could see some fondness under the top coat of annoyance.
"There's that attitude. I guess it was naive of me to hope we fucked it out of you," he said.
Dick chuckled at that. "It'll take a couple more rounds before that's even a real possibility."
You glared at the both of them, but like Jason, your eyes didn't hold real anger or frustration now. Only the hope that they'd try to put you back in line again.
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Had to when I saw the quote lol
I love Jason sm đ
Og post @batfam-imagines
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How the batboys would react to you labeling them as your property.
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Bruce: You'd been helping Alfred label things in the attic all day and at the end, you print one extra, pressing a sticker that had "Property ofâ" your name written on it. You stuck it on the breast pocket of his suit before an event you weren't able to go to because of other obligations, just to make sure no one else would try to flirt with him and he didn't even notice until halfway through the evening. It was the most peace and quiet he'd gotten in a while (Aside from a picture in the press with a headline that read "BRUCE WAYNE SO SMITTEN HE'S BECOMING PROPERTY".) When he got home, he gave you a small disapproving glare and pulled it off, watching you frown dramatically. A few days later he hands you a small box with the label inside of it, properly laminated and made into a little pin for him to wear to any event you couldn't be there for.
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Dick: You bought a label maker and were OBSESSED with it, to say the least. What started as a project to organize some cabinets and spices turned into the entire apartment becoming labeled with item names or the stuff that specifically belonged to him or you. You labeled your milk, because you knew he'd finish your very specific kind without caring. You labeled your hairbrush, in hopes he'd stop getting his hair in it whenever he used yours because he couldn't find his. And you labeled him. He frowned, feeling you place something on his back and shrugged his jacket off, checking to see what it was. Your name had been printed on a label, attached to it his jacket. He smirked in amusement, watching you shrug lightly as if you had no idea why he was grinning. Then, he pulled it back on, taking the label maker from you and officially revoking your privileges as he offered to take you lunch, not bothering to pull the label off.
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Jason: You were bored, watching from the couch as he read quietly one evening in his favorite chair. You spent all day organizing stuff around the apartment on his day off with him occasionally looking up to glance at you before turning a page. When you were finally done, he was still reading, almost at the end of the book in his hands. You fiddled with the label maker, pressing some buttons and printing out your name next to the words 'loves Jason' and then stuck it to his sleeve. He didn't even glance at it. So you printed another. And another. Until his sleeve was mostly full, so you stuck the next one on his cheek. That finally broke him and his lips tugged into a reluctant smile, having known the entire time what label you'd been attaching to him. He set the finished book down and pulled the label maker out of your hand, printing one that said he loves you in return, and sticking it on your shoulder before getting up and tackling you on the couch, his arms wrapping around your waist, tickling you as he buried his face in your neck while you laughed.
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Can I request hcs for batboys experiencing the best blowjobs in their life from their s/o who is shy and has no experience in the sexual activities (like this is their first time doing and they were eager to please the boys)?
đ„A/n: YES!!!! TYSM FOR REQUESTING!!!!
đ„Character(s): Dick Grayson x reader, Jason Todd x reader, Bruce Wayne x reader
đ„Cw: smut, blowjob, dirty talk, praise, inexperienced/virgin!reader
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Dick Grayson :
he's more than a little cocky at first, cooing at you and treating you like a precious little angel. your inexperience and eagerness definitely turns him on a bit, and that makes him all the more susceptible to how skilled you are at giving him head
thinks it's cute how shy you are, and definitely wants you to be naked beneath him. he doesn't mind if you touch yourself while your pleasuring him, and thinks it's adorable how your eyes widen when you see how big he is
how is that going to fit in your mouth?
while he does tease and mock you just a liiiittle, Dick isn't an asshole
he talks you through it the entire time as he's gently pushing his cock into your mouth, praising you for taking him so well and brushing the tears from your eyes when you gag on his length
when you start sucking him off, Dick swears he's in heaven. he can't help but buck his hips and grind against your face, and it takes everything in him to restrain himself from grabbing a fistfull of your hair and fucking your throat
his head is tossed back and his thighs are twitching, he's mumbling out praises and unashamedly moaning your name like it's a prayer
if you tease him a bit like he did to you and edge him, he will cry and bitch and moan about it until you let him cum.
also, this man has STAMINA expect him to last a little while. if you end up getting too needy and start masturbating while sucking him off, Dick will instruct you on what to do, what pace you should set, and if you end up edging him, he'll make you edge yourself as well. i don't think he's a very strict dom often, but he is commanding when it comes to this. loooveesss when you moan around his cock, the vibrations make him even louder and he is not ashamed of screaming your name when he comes like a porn star. (literally everyone in a mile radius is traumatized)
for your first time, i dont think he'd make you swallow his cum, and it would take a little while until he asks to cum in your mouth. i do think he prefers if u swallow it though. and if you show him his cum in your mouth before swallowing? be prepared for at least 2 more rounds of him just eating you out cuz that turns him on SO QUICK. he prefers to cum in your mouth but won't for the first time out of fear that you think he's a weirdo (he is)
Jason Todd :
Jason is also big on praising you, especially when it comes to your first time sucking him off. he wants to make the experience as comfortable for you as possible and is adamant about having you tap out if anything makes you uncomfortable
thinks its hot when you kneel in front of him, he has a bit of a size kink and you in a smaller position turns him on more than he'd like to admit
makes you suck on his fingers before he lets you suck on his cock. he's a little bit mean and makes you spit on his dick as lube, there's something about how sloppy it is that makes him feral
holds your jaw while you take him in your mouth and coos the sweetest praises as you adjust to his size. Jason is quick to calm any anxieties you have about not being able to take him, and his hand doesn't leave your face the entire time you suck him off. whenever you gag or gasp around him, his thumb runs soothingly over your cheek and he pulls out ever so slightly
talks you through it at first, giving you firm instructions on how to please him.
"fuuck, yea doll, swirl your tongue jus' like that. see baby, you're a natural, practically made f'my cock.."
lots of soft grunts and groans with the occasional whine. he isn't as much of a talker as he begins to get close, but is still pretty vocal
prefers to pull out and cum on your chest, he definitely would not cum on your face but wouldn't mind cumming in your mouth. your chest is definitely his preference though, and he loves when you look up at him with big doe eyes as his release drips down your front
definitely returns the favor and makes you cum at least twice, and is also big on aftercare!!
Bruce Wayne :
listen, while Bruce is definitely into blowjobs, he gets off on your pleasure more than his own. he'll buy you one of those remote controlled vibrators to use on you while your sucking him off, and increases the vibrations when he's close so you both cum at the same time
very gentle with you. he doesn't want to make you gag or hurt you, and he keeps a cautious hand gently resting on the top of your head as you take him into your mouth
loooots of praise, especially when you moan around his cock from the vibrator
Bruce is very quiet during sex in general, but he's a little more vocal than usual when receiving head. he lets out soft sighs and groans of pleasure, mixed in with praises and affectionate whispers of your name
"yes, darling, just like that... so good f'me..."
his thighs twitch and shudder a looot when you suck him off, and his back arches ever so slightly <3 its a very pretty sight to see
while your first time would probably be in the safety and comfort of your bedroom, Bruce loves the intensity of semi-public sex. he definitely wants you to suck him off under his desk, the risk and thrill of being caught all the more prominent whenever footsteps are heard walking by his office doors
likes teasing you and edging you with the vibrator, he wants this to be a pleasurable experience for both of you but may tease you just a bit about cumming untouched
prefers to cum in your mouth, but he'll ask if it's okay before he does so. its a bit of a dirty secret, but he loves kissing you after you gave him head and tasting himself on your tongue. he isn't exactly possessive, but it arouses him more than he'd care to admit
very sweet with aftercare! he'll chuckle at you a bit if you complain about having a sore jaw, but otherwise treats you very well. he definitely always eats you out after you auck him off, even though you've already came. he also would be into experimenting with the remote control vibrator some more if your interested.... đ
if this seems a teensy bit bad then im sorry, i wrote it while very sleep deprived đ
ANYWAYS!!! HOPE U ENJOYED!!!! plsplsoslspslsps PLEASE send in jason todd asks this is not a drill
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Thereâs A String Tied to My Lower Left Rib, Third From The Bottom
dick grayson x afab!reader
aka the professional boyfriend
warnings: she/her pronouns used, reader wears dresses, sexual content at the end (18+)



Dick Grayson is a vigilante. Heâs a master martial artist and gymnast. Heâs something of a playboy and a heavy flirt. But the claim he really takes pride in is that heâs basically a professional boyfriend. That heâs your professional boyfriend.
And pride really is the right word. Heâs so proud that he gets to have this pretty girl on his arm and buy her pretty things even when you insist you have enough. He loves getting to help you take your makeup off when youâre too tired and make you laugh like itâs his job. Heâs absolutely gratified that he gets to be your prodigal, sweet boyfriend that, despite your protests, insisted on carrying all five of your shopping bags for you.
You step over an uneven stretch in the sidewalk and lean slightly against Dickâs shoulder. âIâm worried the navy one is tooâŠmuch.â You say, thinking back to how the blue cocktail dress fit on you, how it stopped barely below your ass.
He furrows his eyebrows with a pout, âToo much?â
You look over at him, matching his expression. âItâs really short. I mean itâs cute and I like it, butâŠI donât know, this is kind of a fancy event isnât it?âÂ
He puckers his lips, shaking his head. âShortâs good. I like short.â Yeah, youâd noticed with the way his eyes had been glued to the hem of your dress, willing it to slip up just a little more.
You laugh, âAnd Iâm sure you and all the old businessmen will appreciate it greatly.â
His face drops at that, not thrilled at the prospect of those, usually very sleazy, old men getting to see so much of you. âThe black oneâs good too.â
You peer over into one of the bags, âOr thereâs the red one with theââ
Dick shakes his head quickly, âNot red.â
You snicker at that, knowing full well what his problem is with it. ïżœïżœThen why did I get it?â
âJust for me.â He pauses, âOr for something my brother wonât be at.â He mumbles, scanning both sides of the street. He shuffles the bags in his right hand onto his forearm so he can take your hand in his as you step into the road. âNo, the black one looked great on you. And we wonât have to go searching for a matching tie.âÂ
Once you reach the other side he lets go of your hand and he circles behind you, nudging you over to the inside of the sidewalk.
You glance down at the row of bags littering his arms and the red indents beginning to mark his skin. âWill you please let me hold some?â You frown.
âWill you please hold my hand?â He echoes, matching your serious tone with faux urgency of his own. You deadpan him but take his hand anyway. You donât notice it, but heâs got a dedicated gaze focused on your fingers intertwined in his.
You continue on down the street, hand in hand, the warm sun shining on your necks. You pick up the pace a bit as you approach your apartment building, aiming to get the door for your boyfriend. You reach for the handle only for Dick to call out, âDonât touch that!â followed by him clamoring like youâre about to touch a hot coal, rushing over to beat you to the punch.
âOh my god..â you mumble to yourself, biting back a smile. The bags haphazardly fall further down his arms, no doubt uncomfortably as he pulls the door open for you, pretending to be far more eloquent than he actually was. He gestures you in and smiles sweetly at you when you give him a flat look.Â
âWhat is wrong with you?â You ask, glancing over your shoulder at him with amusement glittering across your face as you dig for your keys.
âNot a thing.â He grins, watching with adoration as you open the apartment door. Frankly, youâre surprised he didnât attempt to juggle the bags and unlock the door himself.
He kicks the door shut behind him as you help slide the bags off of his wrists, piling them on the counter. âWhen do we need to leave?â
âUhâŠâ he glances at the wall clock, âNot till seven.â He places his hands nicely on your waist, looking down at your lips. âYou wanna get something to eat before we go?â
You muse, âThis is the one with those mini stakes, isnât it?â He nods. âNo, I wanna get my fill on those. Oh, and the bruschettas! I love these caterers.â
His eyes flicker back up to meet yours, a sly smile playing on his lips.Â
You break away from his gaze and turn to the counter, preparing to scoop the shopping bags up when youâre interrupted by his relentless fervor.
âAh, ah.â He hooks a finger into the loop of your jeans, tugging you back to him. âGive me a kiss.âÂ
âDick.â
âJust one.â Yeah, right. You oblige him though, pushing up on your toes to meet his lips. His thumb strokes your cheek as he kisses you deeply. You break the kiss after a moment only for him to chase your lips to follow it up with another. And then another. And another. He hums against your lips, smiling wide. âThank you, baby.â
You pull back again and smile as you stop his chest with your hand when he follows. âAh, Iâm not new around here. I know where thisâll go if I let you.â
He nods complaisantly, âThen let me.â His eyes are focused on the small space between you, where his touch lingers along your ring finger. You lean up again and place a kiss on his forehead that has him getting hopeful, only to be met with disappointment when you back away from him, bags in hand. He throws his head back with a groan just to really hammer home the severity of his dismay. Â
It doesnât last too long though because the second youâre back in the room heâs trailing after you like a puppy, following you down to the couch. You roll your eyes at him when he opts to sit ridiculously close to you, though thereâs a ghost of a smile on your lips that makes your act lose all credibility.  Â
He nestles his face into the crook of your neck and is clearly very pleased when you wrap your arms around his shoulders. You exhale contentedly, resting your cheek against his head. You lie idle like that for a few minutes, playing with the hair at the nape of his neck and casting a daydreaming gaze out the window. And apparently, he was daydreaming too.Â
âI wanna marry you.â He murmurs into your neck after a while.Â
You laugh incredulously, âHave you been drinking when I have my back turned?â
ââM serious.â He nudges you off him so he can look at you.
You hum, sweeping his hair back from his forehead. âYouâre being veryâŠâ you scrunch up your mouth to the side, ââŠOstentatious today.âÂ
He barks out a laugh, âWow. Word-A-Day teach you that one?â
You shove at his forehead back with no real force, biting back a giggle. His eyes flicker back and forth between your mouth and the crinkle in your eyes as he grins. âIâm going to let that one go because you got me some really nice clothes today. As your repayment.â you say, running your finger over his lips.Â
He takes your hand, pressing a firm kiss to it. âLet me marry you?âÂ
You sigh bashfully, âDickââ
âPlease?â He sticks his bottom lip out and gives you his puppy eyes, causing you to avert your gaze quickly. Youâre not convinced he doesnât have a superpower in that area.
You know heâs not really proposing right now, heâs too much of a romantic to do it like this. Heâs just getting the idea in your head, getting you excited about it. Itâs working.
âIâd be such a good husband to you.â He kisses your collarbone, âSo good.â He murmurs against your skin, lips never departing. You struggle to keep your face neutral, making a point of closing your eyes in an attempt to increase your odds of success. Heâs being nice though, you know. To let you play pretend right now when you know he could break your facade in a second if he really wanted to. Â
âMrs. GraysonâŠâ he squeezes your hips, lips traveling further down. âDoesnât that sound pretty?â
It really does. Youâd be lying if you said you hadnât thought about marrying him before. Heâs nothing if not husband material and honestly you really really want to hear him call you his wife. Call him your husband.
Your hand moves to his hair, petting it softly as he goes on. âBuy you a nice ring. Pretty white dress ân a big party just for you.â He brushes your shirt up and trails open mouthed kisses down your stomach. Your chest feels warm and you can feel your pulse thrumming all throughout your body.
He slowly guides your underwear down your thighs, his lips following the hem close behind. âCome home to you every night, kiss these pretty thighs,â He scoops both of your hands up in one of his, pinning them to your stomach. âKiss this pretty pussy.â He places a chaste kiss on your clit and looks up at you expectantly.
Youâre not nearly as hesitant on this as youâre pretending to be, and you both know it. But heâs perfectly fine with begging a little while you pretend youâre not lightheaded at the idea of marrying him. âIâll think about itâŠâÂ
He grins at you before going in on your core without mercy.
Heâs trying real hard to land that promotion.

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for your eyes only



smut under the cut, minors dni
âïœĄÂ°â© thinking about dick grayson and how he loves his perfect, pretty girl so much. his entire gallery is filled with pictures of you; photos of you that look as if they were taken by a professional photographer with just the right lighting as he captures you in all your good angles (though letâs face itâevery angle of you is a good angle, especially to him) for you to post on your social media, others are of the two of you on dates, his hand in yours or at the small of your back, or nights in with the two of you wearing face masks and stuffing your mouths with popcorn as you watch trashy reality TV shows or riveting drama series on Netflix.
most of his gallery, however, is filled with candid pictures of you that he takes when youâre not looking or he snaps at just the right moments in order to capture the memory; you putting on lipgloss as you use your compact, pictures of your eyes crinkling at the corners as you laugh heartily at his jokes, or grinning and your eyes twinkling with excitement as you play with the puppy the two of you adopted, or those of you with yours lips pursed and brows furrowed slightly as you concentrated on reading a book or drawing, mind too lost in your imagination and thoughts to notice the his phoneâs camera flash in the warm, dim lighting of your room.
but his favorite pictures are concealed in a separate folder, one that requires a password and is guarded by several protections to keep others from potentially seeing or hacking into it. in all honesty though, most of these are videos of you that he likes to look at on those late nights he has to be away from you, just like tonight.
dickâs hand wraps around his cock, thumb rubbing over his thick, leaking tip, copying as best as he could how youâd hold him in your soft hands, pumping his fist up and down his shaft, desperate for some semblance of you as his eyes are glued to his screen, the sounds of his own voice echoing in his earphones (as if heâd ever risk anyone else hearing the sounds youâd make for him).
âpussyâs so good fâme, pretty,â he moans in the video as his hand spreads your folds, watching intently on how your cunt greedily stretches around his cock. âfuckâwonât last long, baby. youâre so fuckinâ tight.â he groans, burying himself inside you as you whine and moan and mewl against his hips snapping at your ass, each of his thrusts causing the fat of it to jiggle, until he finally pulls out, his cum painting your ass with creamy white ropes. but heâs not done yet, not when he scoops up some of it on his fingers and brings it up to your mouthâ the good girl that you were for him, your tongue immediately darts out as you suck on his digits, and he lets out another groan; though this time dick isnât sure if the sound is emanating from the video or from his own lips.
he scrolls through the folder, before landing on his favorite picture of you, knees pressed to your chest, legs spread so beautifully for him, the tip of his cock just a little bit cut off from the frame, your wet hole leaking with his cum, a blissed out, cockdrunk smile on your lips as your eyes catch in the light of the cameraâs flash.
just thinking about that time with you is enough to make him finally cum from his own hand, imagining his fist was your tight cunt he loves so much.
he sighs, sweat trickling down his forehead as he slowly comes down from his highâonly for him to perk up once again, blood rushing towards his cock when he sees a notification pop on on his screen: a message from you.
âfor your eyes onlyâŁïžâ it read.
man, was he lucky to have you.
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Howâd they react to you calling them bro or dude whilst in a pre-established relationshipâŠ(platonic/romantic)
Dick: heâs insulted.
Gutted.
He will try to give you the silent treatment for such a shameful thing but ultimately fails as he ends up being the one pawing at you for attention.
âDo you still like me? Or did you just run out of cute nicknames to call me?â Heâd say one night as your both cuddling in bed together. âIf itâs the later then I can help you find something, just please spare me and donât call me dude or bro anymore.â
Heâd rather you call him Richard-wait, no he hates that even more because to him youâre not meant to use his fully name, only cutesy nicknames thatâd make a grown man sick to his stomach. Nothing else would suffice other than Dickie bird, handsome, babe, hunk, honeybun or anything that wasnât his name.
Heâs go mad or would act delusional and say that everything was fine when everyone could tell that it wasnât. People who know him have personally came to you and begged you to stop calling him dude/bro because he kept talking their ears off about how his beloved partner is torturing him, which ends up torturing them even more upon hearing about his relationship issues.
Dick would even consult Hayley on what he did wrong, only for Hayley to look at him with those big, big eyes of hers. This was not her level of expertise unfortunately. (Head empty, no thoughts. She canât do her abcâs guys itâs a real tragedy.)
Jason: âI just had my tongue down your throat just now and you had to go and ruin the mood by calling me bro. What the fuck.â - Jason at some point.
Itâs a whole mood killer for him to be honest.
Heâs calling you things like chipmunk or sweetheart but here you were calling him dude and bro. He knows for a fact that heâs well and truly out of the friend zone because the shit youâve done together isnât platonic in any sort of way.
Thinks Roy had set you up to call him dude or bro behind his back. (He hasnât)
Jason is petty and will get his own back by referring you as âjust a really good friendâ, âbuddy oâ mineâ or even worse than both of those; âchum.â đ
When you go low, Jason was more then willing to go to the depths of fucking hell to the point it had become a game to see whoâd call out just how stupid this all was, and at the both of you for ever thinking that this was an excellent idea in the first place.
Youâll probs get punishedâŠIâm just going to leave it there and let your minds guess what that âpunishmentâ was exactly.
Damian:
As much as Damian hates it when you call him Dami, he hates it when you call him dude or bro even more, if thatâs even possible.
Damian hates it when you call him dude or bro. Heâs not your dude or bro, heâs your partner and he expects no less then darling, my heart or my beloved.
So you calling him dude or bro is more than enough reason for him to give you the silent treatment.
âUntil you learn that I am your partner, I wonât want to be anywhere near you if youâre going to keep calling me your bro or dude. It is a disservice to who I actually am to you.â He says with a huff and beckons Titus to follow, only for the Great Dane to be left confused as to why his human parents were at a disagreement over something silly.
Also Titus, Ace, Jerry, Alfred the cat, Goliath and BatCow are children of divorce because I said so.
So itâs bests that you apologise while you still can because Damian can hold a grudge unlike any other. Even if you didnât, youâd still crack first before Damian and quickly put an end to calling him dude/bro.
He just thinks being called a dude/bro when in a pre-established relationship is an insult.
He can take a joke but not when itâs aimed at his relationship. Heâs well and truly devoted to his relationship -if weâre to completely ignore the whole being Robin thing- that it might as well be an insult towards him too at this point.
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âââââââââââââââââââFRAT.áDICK THOUGHTS á°.áŁ

PROCEED WITH CAUTION, LADY KILLER AHEAD.á
From your first kiss slash make out with your pussy session with your best friend since childhood, things had been getting a little out of control, letâs say. You could never walk anywhere without the between of your thighs being sensitive from how heâd randomly invite you to his dorm or to a side closet to yank up your skirt, get on his knees and wrap his lips around your clit so youâd have to clamp a hand over your mouth so no one heard you.
Honestly, he was taking a whole new meaning to oral fixation.
âThatâs it, justâ just stay right there,â He mumbled against your cunt, and itâs not like you could move, especially when heâd made it so your legs were spread by his hands like you were the former acrobat here and his mouth was practically making out with your pussy, chin glistening and dripping as well, moaning shamelessly.
It blew your mind, how he could be more vocal than you right now, his own deep sounds followed up with high pitched ones harmonising with yours, backwards cap abandoned next to you. âDickie, mmh,â All this had come to you sexualising the nickname youâd always had for him. The Dickie that had once engaged in pillow fights was now a big fan of getting surrounded by your thighs and making sure you couldnât speak words.
Your shirt wasnât even fully off, just unbuttoned enough to pull down your bra and suck on your tits, though your jeans were fully offâ on days where you wore a skirt he wouldnât even bother to take that off, it turned him on to eat a girl (you) out with his head under her skirt.
At this point youâve narrowly avoided getting kicked from the library five times.
âCâmon, sweetheart, give it to me.â He mumbled, sucking on you, which produced wet noises that set your nerve endings on fire andâ give it to him? What did he want you to giveâ oh.
Somehow your orgasms got more and more intense the better he learnt your body from the inside-out, this time your eyes rolled back and you pulled his hair sharply, which only made him moan as he licked you clean and drank you like a fucking glass of water.
âSo fucking good, baby.â The praise sent a shiver up your spine, as did how his own eyes briefly rolled to the back of his head at how good you tasted, still suckling at your clit and pulling soft whimpers from your throat. His eyes flicked to the clock, and your hand shot out to grab the towel you already had as preparationâ
His hand gently guided yours back into his hair. âNot so fast, baby, we have fifteen minutes.â
Your eyes widened slightly, unable to stop the small sounds from spilling past your lips as his own lavished attention on you. âWhat?â
âLay back, câmon, cause shit, I ainât done.â His grin was devilish, and you knew right then that you werenât gonna walk right after this, not when Dick Graysonâs eating your pussy like heâs on death row.
This wasnât good.
This didnât even have a label.
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dick grayson fucking you raw for the first time
pairings: dick grayson x fem!reader
warnings/tags: smut (18+), unprotected sex (practice safe sex guys), creampie, breeding kink, dirty talk
divider by @plutism
you've always been so careful, so meticulous in the way you both make sure to use protection to prevent any stds or accidental pregnancies.
when dick comes to you one night with his test results from the clinic and it reveals he's clean, he's fucking insatiable. you had already known you were clean from getting tested right after your previous partner and you've been with no one except for him.
you're loyal to him, and he's loyal to you. the way you gasp harmonizes perfectly with his deep groan as he slowly sinks into you, your pussy sucking him in as he thrusts into you without a condom on for the first time.
"fuck," he practically whimpers. "you're so wetâ so warm."
you can feel all of him; feel every bump and ridge of his cock as he pulls back just to roll his hips back into you. your head ends up tossed back, jaw slack in pure pleasure as he fucks you deep and hard into the couch cushionsâ he just couldn't wait to have you.
"i'm gonna cum in you, yeah?" dick grunts as he thrusts deep into you, balls pressing against your ass as he lifts your legs over his shoulders. "you like that? i'm gonna fuck a baby deep into this pussy."
you mewl, head nodding dumbly in agreeance despite knowing he can't, but the thought of dick wanting to breed you has you close to seeing stars.
his hands grip your thighs hard, the soft fat giving way to his slender fingers as he keeps you right where he wants you. drool seeps out of the corner of your mouth, slowly trailing down your cheek and meeting the tears that have left your eyes as soon as dick started thrusting into you with no inhibitions. you're right there, and you know dick is too when his pace starts to falter ever so slightly.
"fuck, yes dick," you moan, voice sweetened like honey as your inevitable orgasm teeters on the edge. "cum inside me. fuck! please, please put a baby in me," you babble.
you grasp his shoulders and pull him towards you so his chest is flush with your own and bring him into a heated kiss. he moans against your lips, and then his hips are stuttering until he thrusts into you as deep as he possibly can.
his cum coats your walls, warmth accompanied by the throbbing of his cock causing you to meet your own end as your pussy clenches down on him, muscles spasming. he sloppily kisses you through it, moans and whimpers escaping his lips in soft breaths against your own as you both relish in the feeling of being so close to one another.
he pushes his cock into you again, sending his cum deeper into you with the movement and earning a muffled squelch from between your legs as you let out a soft moan. he let's his cock soften inside you, using it as a plug as he leans back just enough to look into your eyes.
"i'm never fucking you with a condom again," he breathlessly tells you.
you can't help but nod in agreement as you gently laugh.
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# âWOULD YOU DO ANYTHING FOR ME?, BUY A BIG DIAMOND RING FOR ME?â ââ .⊠( how batboys act when theyâre engaged w reader )
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DICK GRAYSON ââ .âŠ
Over the moon and not afraid to show it. Dick tells everyone the second you say yes. Alfred? He knows. Random stranger in the grocery store? The metro security guy?, Yep, they know too. Heâs got that goofy, lovestruck grin plastered on his face 24/7.
Wedding planning enthusiast. You thought youâd do most of the planning? Wrong. Dickâs fully invested, showing you Pinterest boards of venues, color schemes, and âDo you think Nightwing blue (dollish note: I think â#3366CCâ perhaps?) would be tacky for the napkins?â
Gets sappy at random times. Youâll catch him staring at you with a dreamy look, and when you ask why, he just shrugs. âIâm just thinking about how lucky I am.â, âDick calm down you only proposed like 2 weeks ago.â
Brags to the Batfam constantly. âGuys, Iâm going to be a husband! Can you believe it? Me! Richard Grayson!â Bruce pretends to be joyful a bit but heâs done hearing it for the 777x time but even he cracks a small smile when Dick wonât shut up about you.
Practices saying his vows in the mirror. You walked in on him once, and he was mortified. âOkay, but you didnât hear the good part yet!â, âYou literally finished the whole paper !!â
JASON TODD ââ .âŠ
Acts like itâs not a big deal, but itâs huge for him. Heâll play it cool at first, saying something like, âItâs just a ring, babe.â But deep down, heâs nervous, excited, and trying not to let it show.
Keeps the engagement low-key. Jasonâs not one for flashy announcements or grand gestures. He wants this to be something special between you two, not the whole world.
Protective x10. Now that youâre officially going to be his spouse, Jason is extra watchful. Heâs already looking into ways to keep you safe and makes sure youâre never caught in the crossfire of his vigilante life.
Wants you to be 100% comfortable. He checks in with you constantly about the wedding plans. âWe donât have to do anything big, okay? Just say the word, and itâs done.â Heâll let you take the lead but secretly loves when you include him.
Teases you with the whole âfiancĂ©â thing. âHey, fiancĂ©e. Can you grab my coffee? Oh, did I mention youâre my fiancĂ©e now?â Itâs his way of hiding how excited he really is.
TIM DRAKE ââ .âŠ
Nervous wreck but totally in love. Tim overthinks everything after proposing. Did he pick the right ring? Did he say the right words? Is he even ready to be a husband? But every time he sees you smile, it calms him down.
Keeps it practical. Tim doesnât want a huge engagement party or a grand wedding. Heâs more focused on what your future together will look like your shared goals, finances, and making sure youâre both on the same page.
Researches marriage like itâs a mission. He has books on successful relationships, listens to podcasts, and even makes a checklist for wedding planning. You find it adorable when he starts using color coded spreadsheets.
Loves when you call him your fiancĂ©. The first time you said it, he blushed so hard he had to look away. Now heâs low-key obsessed with hearing it. âYou donât have to keep calling me that⊠but donât stop either.â
Gets emotional when he thinks about the future. You once caught him staring at the engagement ring on your finger, looking teary-eyed. When you asked what was wrong, he said, âI just canât believe youâre actually mine.â (I wouldâve smacked the shit out of him for that, I donât do romance đđȘ)
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⯠WOMANIZER ( you misunderstand the batboysâ intentions about you ! )
â fem!reader, bruce & dick & jason ( separated ), cursing, i believe in the imperfection of dick grayson, based on this req.!!
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. . . BRUCE WAYNE !
THE PARTY AT WAYNE MANOR WAS ALREADY WELL UNDERWAY, with the gothamâs most privileged citizens mingling in perfect suits and ethereal gowns that sparkled like they held all the stars in the universe. you didnât really belong here. or at least, thatâs what you told yourself as you stood near the edge of the balcony, nursing a glass of champagne and pretending you werenât keeping an eye on the man who seemed to command attention wherever he went.
bruce wayne. gothamâs billionaire playboy. philanthropist. occasional heartbreaker. youâd known him for a while, though you wouldnât exactly call yourself friends. he had a knack for being charming in a way that left people breathless, and you? youâd seen through it. or at least, you thought you had.
when heâd started showing interest in youâlingering glances, invitations to these kinds of events that were hosted by him, casual but warm conversationâyouâd dismissed it with a wave of your hand and a gentle no, thank you. bruce wayne didnât date women like you. he charmed them, maybe took them to dinner once or twice and to warm the cold side of his bed, and then moved on to the next glittering distraction. thatâs what youâd always assumed about him, and it didnât help that you were acquainted with one of his exes, a woman who had once rolled her eyes and described him as a man who âlikes the chase more than the catch.â
so when bruceâs eyes found yours from across the room tonight, you bristled. it was hard not to notice the way his gaze softened when he looked at you, the way his smile seemed smaller, less performative and more genuine, when it was directed your way. but you couldnât help but wonder if it was all part of his game. was this just bruce wayne being bruce wayne, setting his sights on some pretty bird for the thrill of it? or was there more to it?
as the night went on, the man found his moment. you were standing near the balcony doors, half-hidden from the crowd, when his smooth voice broke through your thoughts.
âenjoying the party?â
you turned to find him standing a little closer than youâd expected, his hands casually tucked into the pockets of his perfectly tailored suit, the rich fabric complementing his broad shoulders and easy confidence. he looked effortlessly polished, as always, every detail of his appearance considered, from the subtle sheen of his shoes to the faintest trace of cologne that lingered in the space between you. but tonight, there was something different about him, something in his expression that caught you off guard. his stormy blue eyes, always so guarded, seemed uncharacteristically open, revealing an earnestness that made your breath hitch. and there, just beneath the surface, was a vulnerability he didnât often let slip, like he was holding his heart out to you, unsure if youâd take it or walk away.
âitâs fine,â you replied, the words carrying a certain amount politeness as you swirled the champagne flute in your hand. the golden bubbles rose to the surface, catching the soft glow of the chandelier overhead. you took a measured sip and the crispness of the drink did little to soothe the edge in your tone. ânot really my scene, though.â
he chuckled softly. âi had a feeling you might say that.â
âthen why invite me?â The question came out sharper than you intended, but you didnât back down. youâd spent too much time wondering what exactly a man like bruce wayne wanted from you, and tonight you were in no mood to dance around it.
bruce blinked, clearly caught off guard. âi thoughtââ he hesitated, the usual composure faltering ever so slightly. âi wanted you here.â
âfor what?â you pressed, your voice dipping lower, but it carried the sharpness of a blade meant to cut through his carefully built walls. âto add to the collection? to say youâve charmed another woman into falling for you?â
the words hung between you, heavy and biting, and you could see the faint flicker of hurt that flashed in his eyes before he masked it. still, you didnât back down. youâd seen this thing beforeâthe effortless charm, the disarming smiles, the way he made women feel special, if only for a moment. you werenât going to be another one of those fleeting moments, another name whispered in hushed gossip about gothamâs most privileged golden boy. the weight of your words wasnât just meant to confront him; it was a shield for yourself, a barrier you put up to keep your heart out of reach of someone who could crush it without even meaning to.
but bruce wayne didnât flinch. instead, he looked at you with an intensity that made your chest tighten.
âthatâs not what this is,â he said quietly with his voice steady but threaded with softness. there was no defensiveness in his tone, no quick quip to deflect or charm his way out of the accusation. he didnât puff up his chest or offer a rehearsed explanation to save his pride. there was no trace of the man who usually walked through conversations with the ease of someone who always knew the right thing to say.
instead, it was just bruce.
you crossed your arms at your chest, your guard still firmly in place. âforgive me if i find that hard to believe. i know your reputation, and i know you donât exactly have a track record of . . . consistency.â
the man let out a long sigh, running a hand through his perfectly styled hair and glancing away for a moment, as if gathering his thoughts before he let them out for you to hear. when he looked back at you, his expression was differentâsofter, more vulnerable than youâd ever seen him.
âi know what people think of me. but thatâs not who i am with you. you . . . youâre not just some passing interest to me. i donât know how else to say it, but i care about you. more than iâve cared about anyone in a long time.â
his words caught you completely off guard, leaving you momentarily speechless. you searched his face for any sign of deceit, any trace of the playboy side of him youâd come to associate with him. but all you saw was sincerity. it terrified you as much as it made your heart ache.
âyou donât have to believe me,â he added, his voice quieter now. âbut iâll prove it to you, if you let me.â
the vulnerability in his eyes was so raw, so uncharacteristic of the man you thought you knew, that you couldnât help but feel a crack form in the wall youâd built around yourself. maybe he really meant it. maybe this wasnât just a game to him. you didnât know what to say, so you didnât say anything at all. instead, you let your gaze linger on him for a moment longer, trying to piece together the man in front of you with the one you thought youâd figured out. and for the first time, you wondered if maybeâjust maybeâyouâd been wrong about bruce wayne.
. . . DICK GRAYSON !
DICK GRAYSON WASNâT USED TO BEING MISJUDGED. sure, people sometimes underestimated himâwrote him off as just another pretty face, a charmer with a disarming smile and nothing deeper behind itâbut he always found a way to prove them wrong. except when it came to you.
you, with your sharp wit and guarded heart. youâd known him long enough to see past his dazzling exterior, but you also had your assumptions about him, shaped by things youâd heard and what you thought youâd observed. youâd seen him with kory, with barbara, with women who seemed to flock to him effortlessly. to you, he seemed like someone who loved the chase more than the catch, someone who couldnât sit still long enough to really, truly care. and thatâs where the problem began.
it started with a rumor. one of your friendsâa casual acquaintance of dickâsâhad mentioned his âreputationâ in passing, how heâd always been the heartbreaker of gothamâs streets. youâd smiled politely and brushed it off, but on the inside, your walls had risen. and then there were the times youâd seen him turn on the charm with women at galas or events, the way they seemed to melt under his intense gaze. it didnât help that you were certain he could have anyone he wanted.
when dick started paying more attention to you, your first instinct was suspicion. heâd never been anything but kind, but now, his kindness seemed . . . targeted. personal. he asked about your day, remembered small details youâd mentioned weeks ago, found ways to cross your path more often than felt coincidental. heâd even shown up at your workplace once with a bag of takeout, claiming he was âjust in the neighborhood,â though you were sure that wasnât true. it was flattering and sweet, sure, but it also made you wary. heâd been like this with others before, hadnât he?
âlet me guess,â you said one day, crossing your arms as he caught up with you after a late-night outing with mutual friends. âyouâre just doing this for fun, right? another notch on the great dick grayson belt?â
the words stung more than you expected. they slipped out before you could stop them, a mixture of your own insecurities and the walls youâd carefully constructed around your bleeding heart to protect yourself. dick froze mid-step, his easygoing smile faltering for the first time.
âwhat?â
âyou donât have to play dumb,â you continued, keeping your tone casual, though the tightness in your chest betrayed you. âiâm not one of those girls whoâs going to fall for the charming guy.â you gestured vaguely towards him, your hands betraying your nerves as much as your words. âi mean, iâve seen it all before. the sweet smile, the compliments that sound so personal but somehow arenât. youâve got a whole thing, dick. itâs practically a brand.â shifting your weight, your eyes darted away from his for a second before locking back in. âiâve seen it with kory. with barbara. probably with whoever else came before or after. you walk in, sweep them off their feet with your âiâm just a nice guy with perfect hair and a killer backflipâ act, and then . . . i donât know. you move on. itâs just what you do, isnât it?â
the words spilled out faster than you could stop them, a mix of defensive sarcasm and the tiniest sliver of insecurity you hated admitting was there. the way his expression shifted, the way his easygoing demeanor cracked, told you youâd struck deeper than you intendedâbut you couldnât back down now. not when your heart was hammering against the bones of your ribs, reminding you of all the reasons youâd kept him at armâs length.
dick blinked, as if youâd just slapped him. for a moment, he didnât respond, his mouth opening and closing like he couldnât quite figure out what to say. the hurt in his eyes was almost enough to make you regret your words, but you stood firm, heart pounding.
âi . . . wow,â he finally said, running a hand through his dark locks. the tone of his voice was quieter than youâd ever heard it, stripped of the usual warmth and charm that seemed to come so effortlessly to him. his hand lingered at the back of his neck, fingers pressing into the tension there, like he was trying to ground himself. âthatâs what you think of me?â he repeated. his blue eyes, normally so lively and teasing, searched yours for some kind of explanation, some hint that you didnât mean it the way it sounded. but there was no teasing now, no easy smile to smooth over the rough edges of your words.
for once, dick graysonâalways so confident, so sure of himselfâseemed completely thrown, like youâd hit a nerve he didnât even know existed.
in truth, the man was head over heels for you. he didnât know when it had started exactlyâmaybe it was the first time he heard your real laugh, or when youâd gone out of your way to help a stranger on the street, or the way you always managed to keep up with his fast-paced banter. all he knew was that you were constantly on his mind, and he was trying everything he could think of to show you how much he cared. but clearly, heâd been going about it the wrong way.
âlook, i know what people say about me. i know iâve made mistakes, and yeah, iâve had relationships that didnât work out. but that doesnât mean iâmâthat iâm what you think i am.â
âthen what are you, dick?â you challenged, your voice sharp even as doubt began to creep in. âbecause all i see is a guy whoâs used to getting what he wants.â
he let out a breath, shaking his head. âiâm a guy whoâs trying to show you that youâre important to me. that i care about you more than iâve cared about anyone in a long time. but apparently, iâve done a terrible job of that.â
the raw honesty in his voice caught you off guard. for the first time, you saw past the charm and the confidence to the vulnerability beneath. he wasnât trying to manipulate you or play gamesâhe was laying himself bare, and it terrified you almost as much as it touched you.
âyou could have anyone,â you said quietly, your tone softening despite yourself. âwhy me?â
dick stepped closer, his hands in his pockets, as if he was trying to give you space while still closing the distance between you. âyou challenge me. you make me want to be better. and yeah, maybe iâve had a past, but none of that matters to me anymore.â
in the silence that followed, you felt your walls begin to crack. maybe he wasnât perfect. maybe heâd made mistakes. but the sincerity in his eyes was impossible to ignore. he wasnât just saying what he thought you wanted to hearâhe was saying what he needed you to know. you allowed yourself to consider the possibility that he was telling the truth.
. . . JASON TODD !
JASON TODD WASNâT A MAN KNOWN FOR BEING SUBTLE, especially when it came to matters of the heart. his past had been a mess, filled with pain, betrayal, and a long string of failed attempts at normalcy. but despite all the scars, despite the weight of the past, there was something about you that made him want to try, that made him want to be someone better, someone worth your time. yet, every time he tried to get closer to you, it felt like you were slipping farther away, as if you saw him as nothing more than just another guy who wanted a quick flingâsomeone like the men who had come before him, someone who was only interested in getting into your pants.
it frustrated him to no end.
jason knew he wasnât perfect. hell, he knew he had a lot of baggage, a lot of things that would make most people run in the opposite direction. but you? you didnât just run. you were cautious, almost skeptical, like you were holding him at armâs length, convinced he was just another fool who thought he could charm you with a few clever lines and some smooth moves. the way you looked at him sometimesâit wasnât with the disgust or anger he used to see when people looked at him, but something close. disappointment, maybe. like he was nothing more than a shadow of someone who could be worthy of your time.
the thing that gnawed at him the most was that you didnât believe him. you didnât believe that he was different, that he saw something in you beyond the physical. there were days when youâd look at him, laughing at something he said, a playful smile tugging at your lips, and jason would get this flicker of hope that maybeâjust maybeâyou could see him the way he saw you. but then there were the other days. days when youâd pull away, your eyes distant, your words clipped, and it would hit him like a ton of bricks. you were still unconvinced.
it didnât help that you knew his exes, some of the women from his past who had used him or only wanted him for the same thing you feared he wanted from you. and that only made you more guarded, more unwilling to take the chance on him. to you, it was as if he were just another man who came with a history of bad decisions. and to some extent, maybe you were right, but he wasnât about to let that be the end of the story.
one night, after patrol, jason found himself sitting at your kitchen table. you were cooking ( his favorite ) , focused on your task, and he leaned back in his chair, watching you with a quiet intensity. he couldnât help but study youâhow you moved, how your eyes flickered over the ingredients, how you chewed on your bottom lip when you concentrated. he adored it all. and it pissed him off that he couldnât just tell you how he felt without the weight of his past overshadowing it all.
âhey,â he finally spoke up, breaking the silence that had been hanging between you. you didnât look at him right away, too absorbed in what you were doing, but when you did, it was with a look that said you knew exactly what was coming.
âjason,â you sighed, setting the knife down carefully and wiping your hands on the towel. âweâve been through this.â
his brows furrowed, a frown tugging at the corner of his lips. âbeen through what?â he asked, trying to keep the frustration out of his voice but failing. âwhatâs the deal with you?â
you paused, your face softening with an almost sad smile. âwhat do you mean, whatâs the deal with me?â you asked with your voice a mix of amusement and something elseâsomething more guarded. you leaned against the counter, crossing your arms over your chest.
âyou act like iâm just another guy youâre trying to keep at armâs length,â jason said, vulnerable in a way he wasnât used to. âi get it, alright? i do. iâve messed up a lot. but iâm not trying to be just some guy whoâs after your body. iâm not. i donât know what else i have to say to make you believe that.â
your eyes softened upon hearing his rant, but there was still hesitation there, that skepticism that had become so familiar in his interactions with you. âjay, youâre a good guy, but . . .â you trailed off, searching for the words. âiâve seen how things end with people like you. how they use others, and then leave them behind. and iâm not stupid. i can see how you look at me sometimes. itâs the same way you look at everyone else, isnât it? like theyâre just a means to an end.â
jason pushed himself up from his seat, crossing the small space between you in a few long strides. âthatâs not how i look at you,â he stood firmly. âi donât look at you like that at all. yeah, iâve made mistakes. but iâm not the same guy who was a dickhead in the past, and iâm not the same guy who thought he could just charm his way into getting what he wanted. i care about you.â
you let out a breath, dropping your gaze for a moment, and his heart skipped a beat. there it wasâthe doubt, the hesitation that had been there for weeks, lingering just beneath the surface. he wasnât going to let you slip away without trying, not when he knew what he felt. not when it was so clear to him that you were the one person who had somehow gotten through the walls heâd built.
âiâm not asking for anything from you,â he continued, his tone softening as he reached out, gently cupping your cheek with one hand, lifting your face so you had no choice but to meet his gaze. âiâm just asking for the chance to show you. i know you donât trust me yet. i get that. but please, give me a shot. iâm not just gonna walk away. not this time.â
there was a beat of silence between you two, the air thick with everything unsaid. and for a moment, you just stood there, your eyes locked on his, reading him in a way that made his breath catch in his throat. he was giving you everything in that moment, his heart, his truth, all laid bare in front of you. and for the first time, he wasnât sure if you would walk away.
but then, something in your eyes shifted. a small smile tugged at the corners of your lips, and you sighed, reaching up to gently take his hand from your cheek.
âokay,â you said softly, voice almost a whisper. âokay, jason. iâll give you a chance.â
jasonâs heart fluttered in his chest, and a grin tugged at his lips as he leaned forward to kiss you. he was a man who had always been wary of letting anyone get close, but when it came to you, he would do anything to prove he wasnât the same man he once was.
and with that, for the first time in a long while, jason allowed himself to hope.
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uninvited ââ đ. grayson âgn!reader . fluff
âjesus, do you always break into peopleâs apartments?â you hiss, clutching your mug of tea like itâs a lifeline. dick graysonânightwingâstands in your kitchen like he belongs there, his domino mask still on and his lips wrapped around the rim of your favourite mug. the nerve.
âtechnically, i didnât break in,â he says breezily. âyour lockâs terrible, by the way.â
âyou picked it!â
âsemantics,â he quips, shrugging as he takes another sip.
âwhat do you want, grayson?â
he grins at the way you said his name. âthought iâd check in. gothamâs not safe, and youâreâŠâ he hesitates, gesturing vaguely. âyou know.â
âwow. that clears it up.â
he finally puts the mug down, his smirk fading into something softer. stepping closer, he shrugs. âheard about that mugging on 7th. itâs close to your block. thought iâd check in. make sure youâre okay.â
âyou couldâve knocked,â you mumble, but the heat in your tone is starting to flicker out.
âyeah,â he agrees, moving even closer, his voice dipping low. âbut then i wouldnât get to see this.â
âthis?â you echo dryly.
âyou,â he amends, gesturing around the cluttered kitchenâa tea-stained counter, a pile of mismatched dishes, and you, standing in an old hoodie and fleece pajama bottoms.âyou, looking allâŠâ he trails off, fishing for the right word.
âif you say âcute,â iâm throwing you out the window.â
ââŠscrappy,â he offers quickly, holding up his hands in mock surrender. âtotally capable of defending yourself. but, you know, backup never hurts.â
you open your mouth to fire back, but heâs already reaching up, fingers brushing lightly against your jaw. your breath hitches, but you donât stop him when he tilts your chin up, his other hand settling on your waist.
âdickââ you start, but the word barely escapes before he leans in. his lips meet yours, the warmth stealing the breath from your lungs. his lips are soft against yours, but the pressure deepens almost instantly, like heâs been holding back for as long as heâs stepped into your apartment.
your hands falter before they find the front of his suit, fingers curling into the fabric. he exhales against your mouth, and you can feel the curve of his smirk before he angles his head, pushing his tongue past your lips. his hand slides from your jaw to the back of your neck, thumb brushing along your skin in a way that sends heat pooling through your loins. youâre the one to break it, gasping for air as your forehead rests against his.
âyouâre such a pain in the ass.â
his smug-ass smirk returns, cocky as ever. âyeah, but iâm your pain in the ass.â you shove him lightly, trying to ignore how breathless you sound. âyouâre replacing my lock.â
âanything for you,â he says with a wink, leaning in like heâs about to kiss you again.
this time, you donât stop him.
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they're talking.
talking as if they hadn't been taking turns on you for hours, folding you into different positions and buried their cocks between your puffy folds as your freshly-manicured nails rakes their back. "jesus," you took a sharp breath, stomach caves in slightly as dick pushes your knees up to your chest, easily slipping his fat cock into you. you can hear the way he gulped as your dripping cunt throbs around him, his eyes shuts tight, "i swear..." the rest of his sentence grow incoherent as dick leaves sloppy kisses on your neck.
"wait, dickâ" your words were cut off when jason slapped the tip of his cock against your swollen lips.
"hush." jason mumbled under his breath, eyes narrowed when you poked your tongue and lazily runs along the vein on his length. "sorry, princess." dick whispers, his lips forming a small smile. "a bet is a bet, and you lose so..." you rolled your eyes at the way dick pretends to empathise you but he's clearly too pussy drunk to even form something to make you feel better.
dick moved his hips slowly, face buried into your neck. big, calloused palms easily lifts your hips up to bury his cock deeper as he lets out a deep groan. "...so you gotta back it up." jason continues, pushing his tip into your mouth as he watches you instinctively puckered your cheeks and bobs your head up and down with his fingers tangled with your locks to keep your head in place. "fuuuck, startin' to think you purposely lose from how good you're slobbering all over my cock." the both of them chuckled as dick playfully nudges jason in his thigh and clicks his tongue.
"don't be mean." jason scoffs at dick's words.
"i'm not. look at her, she's not even denying it." dick turned his eyes back on you, watching as your eyes gradually gets heavy with your mouth filled with jason's dick as you subconsciously rolls your hips against his own.
"guess she's not."
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