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captainsophiestark · 2 months

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Unexpected Guest

Dick Grayson x Reader

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Written for my personal fic writing challenge for 2024, Sophie's Year of Fic! Featuring a new fic being posted every Friday, all year long :)

Fandom: DC

Summary: Dating a vigilante sometimes leads to a few false alarm scares, but Dick Grayson couldn't be happier with how well his partner rolls with his crazy family.

Word Count: 1,410

Category: Fluff

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Crash!

My eyes shot open at the sound of a noise from the living room of the apartment I shared with my boyfriend, Dick Grayson. The man in question still snored peacefully next to me, annoyingly, but a quick glance at the clock told me why. It wasn't quite 5am, and Dick had been out patrolling until one in the morning. I listened carefully for any other noises in the apartment. I didn't want to wake my poor boyfriend up unless I absolutely had to.

After a few minutes of nothing, I heard another crash followed by a tense voice and what sounded like hushed swearing. This time, I didn't hesitate to roll over and whack Dick on the chest, hard.

His eyes shot open and he was half sitting up when I managed to throw a hand over his mouth to keep him from giving away that we were awake. My wide eyes must've tipped him off to something being wrong, because I immediately saw him shift from sleepy to ready for action.

Slowly, I dropped my hand from his mouth and leaned in to whisper in his ear.

"There's someone in our living room. I heard two crashes and someone swearing."

Dick nodded once, then motioned with his hands while mouthing 'stay here'. He hopped off the bed, grabbing his escrima sticks from where he'd thrown them onto the dresser, then stalked towards the door with catlike grace and stealth. After a minute, I decided I couldn't just let him go alone, superhero or no, so I grabbed the bat I kept by my side of the bed and followed after him.

Dick popped out the door, and after a moment without hearing anything, I followed, bat at the ready. I found my boyfriend with one hand on his hip, weapons down, staring into the kitchen. I followed his gaze to find none other than Jason Todd in our kitchen, a mixing bowl and some eggs in front of him and a look with a significant lack of guilt on his face.

"What? I was after somebody and it dragged me all the way to Bludhaven. I needed a place to crash that was closer than Gotham."

Dick and I both shook our heads. As the oldest of a very high number of siblings, his apartment had become a second home base for every single other batkid. When we'd finally moved in together last month, he'd warned me I needed to be prepared for things like this.

"Glad you know to help yourself, Little Wing," said Dick with a sigh, waving one tired hand to Jason before turning and heading back to bed. I squeezed his shoulder and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek as he passed me, then headed into the kitchen with a smile.

"My tax for you making me think I'd have to fight off an assailant with a bat at five in the morning is my own serving of whatever you're making," I said, taking a seat on one of the kitchen island stools. Jason raised an eyebrow at me.

"You're not going back to bed?"

"Nah. Unlike Dick, I got to bed at a somewhat reasonable hour last night, so the adrenaline dump isn't threatening to put me to sleep. I'd rather hang out with you, especially since you're a better cook than Dick and I combined. I'm not missing out on that."

Jason snorted, cracking an egg and resuming his cooking all the same.

"Dick contributes nothing to your combined cooking score," he said. "I'm pretty sure he's burned cereal before."

I laughed. "Yeah, I'm pretty sure you're right. He's gotten better though. We watch the Food Network and look up recipes to make together, and I can trust him with way more than I used to be able to."

"If you could teach him anything it'd be a miracle," said Jason with a snort. I just hummed, trying to pick up some new skills of my own as I watched Jason cook.

"To be totally fair to him, I once forgot what I was doing and strained soup because I was on autopilot for pasta."

Jason barked a laugh, unable to hold himself back, and looked at me with a grin and a raised eyebrow.

"Really?" I nodded. "That's pathetic."

I just shrugged. "Yeah. But at least there's not a lot of places to go but up, after that."

"I guess so."

Jason and I chatted as he cooked and I watched, keeping our voices low so Dick could sleep—although, after the night he'd had, he'd probably sleep through a train in our living room. After breakfast, Jason decided to go down for a nap on the couch, passing out almost as soon as we'd put the last few dishes in the sink. I just smiled, threw a blanket over him, and wandered back into the bedroom to find Dick.

It was late enough in the morning now that my boyfriend was officially up and about, stretching by the bed with his hair still a little messed up from sleeping. I grinned and flopped down against the headboard as he crossed the room to the dresser to pull out clothes.

"How's Jaybird?" he asked. "Still a good cook?"

"Still a great cook. And he's good. He seems a little wiped out from patrols and stuff, though. He's taking a nap on the couch right now."

Dick smiled and shook his head. "I get up and he goes to sleep. Typical."

"Clearly he's avoiding you."

"Clearly."

Dick and I shared a smile, and then he sighed.

"I'm going to take a shower. Hopefully Jason will be up by the time I'm out, because I actually have things to do today."

I smiled, shifting on the bed to pull the covers over myself. "I'm sure you can be quiet if he's not. Wake me up when you're out of the shower, okay? A post-breakfast nap sounds too good to resist right now."

My boyfriend laughed. "Alright, will do. I'll wake you and Jason up when I'm out."

"Mhm. Good luck with him."

"Thanks, I'm gonna need it."

I closed my eyes, getting comfortable and ready for my nap, but before I drifted off I heard Dick's shuffling footsteps crossing the room to stand by my side of the bed. A second later, he sat down next to me, the bed dipping under his weight. I cracked an eye open to squint at him.

"What do you want?"

He grinned at me and chuckled.

"Don't worry, I'm not going to interfere with your nap. I just... I wanted to say how much I appreciate you, and how good you are with my family. They mean the world to me, but I know having vigilantes dropping in at all hours of the day and night can be a little much to deal with. So thank you for being so wonderful about it, and about them."

I sighed, sitting all the way up and propping myself up on my hands to look Dick in the eye.

"Dick, I love you. And I love your family. Sure, it took a little getting used to some of the vigilante stuff, but the longer I know them the more I love them. You don't have to thank me for anything. They're my family too."

Dick absolutely beamed at me, wrapping one arm around my back and pulling me in for a kiss. I immediately reciprocated, tangling one hand in the hair at the nape of his neck. I smiled into the kiss and a moment later, Dick deepened it. We were right on the edge of escalating into something more, but both thought better of it at the last moment.

"I should take a shower," he said, still looking a little reluctant as he pulled away.

"Yeah, and you should stop interrupting my nap."

Dick snorted, rolling his eyes as he finally stood and headed for the bathroom. I grinned after him as he went, flopping back down onto my pillow only as Dick closed the bathroom door.

I took a deep breath and sighed, a smile on my face, as I closed my eyes for the second time. I heard the water start in the bathroom, and a faint smell of breakfast still hung in the air. I was surrounded by people I loved dearly, and who loved me right back. No matter the scare Jason had given me when he'd shown up, I couldn't ask for a better start to my morning than this.

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superhero--imagines · 4 years

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A/N: I liked this request so much, I’m making it into a (short) series. Maybe three/four parts. This is mostly going to be a comedy, so feel free to leave any critiques you have in the comments! If you want to be tagged for the series just lmk!

You met Nightwing first. You were a hostage during a bank robbery that had gone bad. Not that you were worried, you were sure any second now a superhero would come bursting through that door to save the day.

This is the third time this week you’ve been inconvenienced by a villain. You pull out your textbook. All these villains are really starting to get in the way of your study schedule.

If you’re going to be stuck here for a while, you might as well catch up on studying for your test. You can’t have read more than ten pages when Nightwing comes bursting down from the ceiling.

Hooray, at long last your hero has arrived.

You’re about to pack up your things and get ready to leave when you notice someone’s holding a book out to you.It’s Nightwing in all his glory, scanning the cover of you book.

He looks younger than you had thought, in fact you can even see a few dots of acne on the sides of his face. He’s so close you can smell his aftershave too.

“Gotham university? Cool! I go th-“ suddenly his mouth clamors shut. “I-I mean, it’s really good to see more woman getting a good education and developing themselves” it’s a weird compliment, especially considering women in this city tend to be more educated than men considering the Wayne Foundation’s work. But you don’t want to make a big deal out of it.

“Thanks” You take your book back and head on your way. It’s only later that night when you’re about to wind down for the night finishing the chapter you started during the bank robbery, that you notice Nightwing autographed the cover

“What does he expect me to do? Tear of the cover and frame it?” You shake your head, but you can’t help but laugh. What a funny man.

You meet Dick Grayson shortly after. Well, meet is the wrong word. You’d say it was more like Dick Grayson met you.

You always knew of him, everyone did. He’s the school’s golden boy after all. All dimpled smiles, and shiny baby blue eyes, he had a legion of women trailing after him everywhere he went.

A golden boy who, for some reason chose to sit next to you in the 10 a.m lecture course, abandoning his usual spot surrounded by his fan girls.

You usually sit in the middle, not too close, and not to far. An inconspicuous place, for a person who doesn’t want to attract too much attention.

“Woah is that Nightwing‘s autograph?” The golden boy’s grinning as he looks at your text book. You can feel the eyes bore into you. “How did you get it?”

“I was a hostage in a bank robbery” the words leave your mouth in a monotone. It’s only after you’ve said it that you realize you have most of the classes attention now.

Right, inconspicuous.

“Are you okay? That must have been pretty rough.” Another classmate asks, her names Cassie or Cassandra or something. Almond shaped eyes bore into you as you shrug.

“Stuff like that happens all the time in Gotham, it isn’t that big of a deal”

Everyone in class thinks you’re super cool after that.

“Hey (Y/N), you wanna join our study group?” It’s a few of the girls from your class, Cassandra the girl from earlier, and a blonde name Stephanie. You know her name because she’s always getting called on by the professor for not paying attention.

You’ve seen them hanging out together before, and you found yourself a little jealous of their friendship. Maybe the three of you can be friends like that too.

“Sure”

The night air is warm, it’s hard to believe it will be fall in a few more weeks.

“This humidity is crazy” Dick says rubbing his neck.

It’s even harder to believe the golden boy is walking next to you too.

When you showed up at the apartment in the nicer part of campus, you weren’t expecting to see Dick open the door. You should have realized, of course Dick’s friends with the coolest girls on your class. And of course they host their study group out of his apartment. Being Bruce Wayne’s adopted son certainly comes with it perks. His apartment was so fancy, it had a chandelier in the foyer.

Still it was kinda fun. Though honestly calling it a “study group” was going too far. It was basically ten minutes of studying and two hours of chatting. Then all of a sudden Stephanie and Cassandra wanted snacks and alcohol. Frowning as they rummaged through Dick’s kitchen only to find cereal and milk.

And that’s how you ended up here, walking side by side with the golden boy himself. You’re walking on the outskirts of campus in the nicer part of town, heading towards the convenience store.

You’re not really sure why he had to come along, probably because it isn’t safe to walk alone so late at night.

“So you met Nightwing huh?” Dick says to break the awkward silence. You can’t help but raise an eyebrow. He’s weirdly obsessed with that hero.

“Yeah, why are you a fan?” You ask, you don’t miss the slight blush that forms on his face.

“Kinda yeah, what was he like?” His eyes are bright as he looks at you, the blush only creeping onto his face further. You think back, it was a brief encounter, you didn’t really think anything of it.

“He has acne” You can tell by the look on Dick’s face that wasn’t what he wanted to hear.

“Y-yeah and what’s wrong with that? It must be from stress, and it must be hard keeping a good diet when you’re fighting crime all the time.” Dick’s flustered. He’s getting awfully defensive for a complete stranger.

Suddenly it hits you like a lightening bolt. The golden boy had a crush on Nightwing. You totally get it, all those muscles in that skin tight suit, you’d be lying if you said you weren’t a little turned on yourself just thinking about it. You steal another glance of his blushing face. If anyone has a chance with Nightwing it’s Dick. Who wouldn’t be weak to that smile and charm? You totally ship it.

You place a hand on his shoulder, baby blue eyes meet your own. You’re looking at him with such serious eyes, he wonders if you’re going to tell him something reassuring about acne or how Nightwing is an an amazing hero.

“I support you.” You tell him with a thumbs up.

Richard has no idea what you’re talking about, but he doesn’t want to embarrass you.

Then all at once it hits him, like a lightening bolt. (The sane lightening bolt that struck you a few minutes prior) He must have given away that he’s Nightwing! You’re really smart, he’s noticed you’re name on the dean’s list almost every semester.

But how’d you figure it out?

His hand flutters to the side of his face, fingertips brushing over the few pimples that popped up last week. You must have realized who he was since the acne spot matched the place it was on Nightwing!

He stares at the thumbs up you gave him. this must be you showing support for his vigilante activities!

He feels his eyes water slightly as he nods. He’s always known you were a gentle and kind soul. But he can’t believe you’re supportive as well, he feels himself falling even further in love with you.

“Would you mind keeping it a secret?, it’s good to know I have a friend like you to support me but not everyone does, yknow?” You nod, he’s Bruce Wayne’s adopted son. It makes sense those old-money geezers have narrow minded views on love. They probably want him to be with a nice girl from a wealthy family.

It must have been so painful for him growing up, hiding who he really was. Wishing he could just be loved the way he is, but knowing deep down that there were parts of him those people would never accept. Your heart aches for him.

“Don’t worry, just follow your dreams, I’ll keep your secret!” There’s fire in your eyes, and Dick brushes away the tears that have formed in the corner of your eyes.

The two of you board the miscommunication train without another thought, walking side by side with completely different interpretations of the conversation you just shared.

You excuse yourself to the bathroom when you get back, after heaving two large bags of snacks onto the dining room table.

Stephanie looks at Dick expectantly when she hears the bathroom door shut.

“So how’d it go? Did you guys get closer?” She practically bouncing as a smile spreads across Dick’s face.

“You know, I think we did!” He’s practically beaming, his grin so wide it almost consumes his face. Stephanie lets out a squeal and Dick laughs.

Well you two are closer now, but not for the reason he thinks.

You’re washing your hands, taking in your reflection. You’re not really sure why, but you have this feeling that school’s going to get a lot more interesting now.

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cas-backwards-tie · 6 years

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Just The Girl

Officer Grayson x Partner!Reader

Request: Hi, if you're still doing songfics, can you do a Dick Grayson x reader with the song Just The Girl by The Click Five. Where the reader and him are partners in Blüdhaven Police Department. Thanks in advance :)

Warnings: Teasing, Sarcasm, Arguing, Snide Comments, Blood, Injuries.

A/N: Honestly when I pictured this it was just in little snippets so I’m gonna try to write it that way too. I really felt I couldn’t give this a sad or ambiguous ending so I had them make up <3 Officer Grayson deserves more love!

She's cold and she's cruel But she knows what she's doin'

“Get down!” She ordered as I questioned her judgment... is she serious? No way. “Do you trust me, Grayson? GET DOWN” she shoves me down under the desk as the counter gets shot a couple inches to the right of me.

I don’t protest as she removes herself from cover and walks into the line of fire. One shot, two shot, three shot and nothing. “Come on! Help me cuff them.” She walks back into my view as she waits at the entrance to the barkeeps counter.

Damn...

She pushed me in the pool At our last school reunion

“Isn’t it so weird that we went to the same high-school and didn’t even know each other?” She asks me as we sip our drinks by the pool, the moonlight causing her hair to darken, casting a shadow over her face. Her eyes still shine with excitement from the party as she speaks happily. Her dress sparkles on the side as the pool-light shines onto her left side, the dress shining emerald crystals in the cool blue night.

“Yeah... isn’t that odd...” I stare at her, wishing it was only us at this party, a party for two.

“It sucks that no one’s swimming though... if I had known there’d be a pool then I would’ve brought a swimsuit.” She jokes, turning around to place her drink on the table beside her.

“Yeah... what a shame.” I play along, putting my drink down next to hers, stepping a bit closer... this is the moment.

“What a shame is right, so... why don’t we change that?” The last of her sentence comes out too late as I’m already falling, ready to meet my end.

“Y/N!” I say frustrated as I shiver a bit from the cold water now enveloping me as she’d pushed me in the pool. Swimming to the edge I hold my hand out to her. “A little help, Y/N?” I give her my best puppy-dog eyes.

“Uh, yeah, I don’t think so Grayson.” She winks and sips her drink casually, not bothering to help me out of the pool.

She laughs at my dreams But I dream about her laughter

“Really? That’s so weird, what the heck!” she laughs at me, putting her drink down in the cup-holder as she turns from looking at the people walking down the sidewalk to me.

“I mean, I did say that I had a weird dream last night... I kind of prefaced it.”

She continues to laugh, breaking only for a moment to reply, “I know... it’s just that, that was so random!”

I roll my eyes playfully as I watch her laugh, looking back to the road a small smile starts to spread itself across my face.

Strange as it seems She's the one I'm after

'cause she's bittersweet She knocks me off of my feet And I can't help myself I don't want anyone else She's a mystery She's too much for me But I keep comin' back for more She's just the girl I'm lookin' for

She can't keep a secret For more than an hour

“So... Can we go back to your place, now?” Jason asks as we leave the diner, Y/N accompanying me to stall Jay.

“No!” She’s too quick to answer as Jason’s taken aback by her answer, looking at her strangely for her little outburst.

“Why not?” Jason questions as we walk to the crosswalk, waiting for our turn.

“Because! Then it wouldn’t be a surprise, silly!” Y/N quickly clamps her mouth shut as I look up at the sky out of laughter and slight frustration at her behavior... too excited to keep a secret.

“You’re throwing me a surprise party?! At your house?” Jason asks with excitement and I shrug, trying not to show them my smile.

She runs on 100 proof attitude power

“Are you kidding me? What were you thinking! That was stupid! You didn’t have to tell him that!” Y/N waves her gun around and I really hope it’s on safety.

“But I got him to surrender, didn’t I?” She crosses her arms and gives me a pointed look.

“And, you also lied to him. We’ll never be able to meet those demands!” She stomps away, leaving me to deal with the captain.

And the more she ignores me The more I adore her

“Come onnnnn... Y/N. You can’t ignore me forever! I’m your partner, we have to communicate, otherwise this won’t work out too well.” I try to get her to talk to me, but she just taps her pen against her desk and rolls her eyes to the ceiling, making a show of her annoyance.

“You’re gonna have to speak to me eventually.” I huff and walk back to my own desk.

What can I do? I'd do anything for her

“Look, if you help me with this... you know... your job.... then I’ll get you your favorite donuts!” I bribe cheerfully as I cruise down the road, turning to her once we reach the red-light.

She chuckles to herself... “You think just because I’m a cop I’ll fall for the donut bribe?” She finally turns to me, one of her brows quirked up.

“No... but I know you and honestly who would deny free donuts? I mean, come on! That’s a pretty sweet deal.” I smirk, turning back to the street as it’s a green-light.

“Fine! But we’re not talking about the date... strictly business.”

“Deal.”

And when she sees it's me On her caller ID She won't pick up the phone She'd rather be alone

Waiting for her to pick up the ringtone finally goes to voicemail. I sigh and press the red button as I look down at my ‘Recent Calls’... three calls and she hasn’t picked up, I’d be worried if it wasn’t for the fact that I knew she was annoyed with me for standing her up on our third date.... our last date.

But I can't give up just yet Cause every word she's ever said Is still ringin' in my head Still ringin' in my head

Though I knew why she was annoyed that I stood her up... due to a situation coming up, and my inability to tell her the truth, which was that I was saving people from a bank robbery, she thought I just wasn’t serious about ‘us’... if there was an ‘us’ anymore... but knowing how she’s made me feel these past few months, I know that I can’t just let her go... I won’t.

She's cold and she's cruel But she knows what she's doin'

Knows just what to say So my whole day is ruined

“Are you coming... or...?” She turns to look back at me, waiting for me to lock the car as she cocks her gun, ready for action.

“Give me a sec.”

“Yeah... I think I’ve given you plenty in the past.” She heads in first, kicking the door open as quietly as possible which wasn’t very quiet she announces our presence.

Though I was annoyed and frustrated by her comment, I can’t let it get to me as I have a job to do... we, have a job to do.

Cause she's bittersweet She knocks me off of my feet And I can't help myself I don't want anyone else She's a mystery She's too much for me But I keep comin' back for more Oh, I keep comin' back for more She's just the girl I'm lookin' for Just the girl I'm lookin' for Just the girl I'm lookin' for She's just the girl I'm lookin' for Just the girl I'm lookin' for Just the girl I'm lookin' for

“Okay, I will admit that you did a pretty good job back there... thank you.” she smiles weakly at me as she presses down on her bleeding side.

“Of course, anytime.” I try to give her a smile in return but I’m too worried about her to do that. “Just... please, Y/N... give me another chance, I know now isn’t the time but please... I’m sorry.” I look over at her as I put my keys in the ignition and turn the car on.

“Fine... I guess everyone does deserve a second chance... just don’t screw it up.” She chuckles a little until she groans in pain.

“Let’s get you to a hospital.”

“It’d be highly appreciated.” She jokes as I turn on the lights and zoom through the city.

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bubsdolan · 3 years

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if it hasn’t been asked, first time giving Gray head or a handjob -ohdolans 💜

ok i can imagine the first time you give grayson head, hes putting your wants and needs before his own. he’s making sure you’re comfortable, that you don’t push your boundaries and overwhelm yourself. of course he praises the fuck of you, constantly making it vocal how good his sweet and innocent girl made him feel.

you could sense how stressed grayson was the minute you entered his bedroom. after not hearing from your boyfriend all day and him not responding to your ‘on the way baby’ texts, with a ‘drive safe i love you’, you knew he had overworked himself and was yet to take a break from his many business ventures.

ethan let you in, greeting you with a warm, welcoming hug and explained how grayson hadn’t left his room since his workout at 7am this morning. he had deadlines to meet and the only way he could meet them was to shut the world out- but you were one part he could never neglected.

“hey bear,” you whisper agasint his skin, tiptoeing into the room and hugging a tense and tried grayson form behind. he relaxes at the feeling of your hands slipping under his shirt and scratching at his pecks. your warmth the first he had felt all day as he refused to move from his desk.

he spins the chair around to face you, pulling you forward to straddle his lap as his meets your lips in a desperate hungry kiss. he forgot you had made plans to come for dinner, but he was so relived to see your pretty face. to have you in his arms again.

“hey baby, missed you.” he mumbled over your lips, his hands resting on your arse cheeks as he held you safely in his lap. your own hands worked at the tight muscles of his shoulders, whilst staring lovingly into the melted chocolate of his eyes. the burnout visible as you see him physically and mentally relax, groaning in pleasure.

“let me help you,” you whisper seductively in gryasons ear, overcome with a newfound confidence as your breath was warm and tempting but in turn made gray confused at what your intention were. it was only when he saw you drop to your knees in front of him and pull at the waist band of his tracksuit bottoms did his heart rate increase.

“baby you don’t have to.”

“gray, i want to. please” grayson couldn't resist your puppy eyes, the feeling of his dick hardening and your delicate fingers desperately working to free him, was enough for him to give in. he lifts his hips off the chair and allows you to pull his pants down, his own hand now pumping at his dick as he watched you with a cocky smirk lick your lips in awe at the size of him. he was proud, cocky and so turned on right now.

“tell me what to do,” your eyes meet his, making him melt under you spell at how innocent you looked on your knees for him. so greedy for his cock.

“of course angel. can you spit in your hand and grab the tip for me?” his voice was soft and gentle, so patient with you as he guided you through your first time pleasing him. his cock throbbing as you do as he instructed.

squeezing slightly, you get a feel for his dick, hot and pulsing. he closes his eyes when that happens, letting his head fall back agasint the chair and humming in approval when you start to move your hand in firm strokes.

“can you, ah… go faster?” he asks, voice breathy as you comply. staring to get more comfortable as being to rub him at a faster pace. decide you needed to taste him, eager to please so you take it one step further.

you move your mouth over the tip of his head, red and glistening, and you spit. watching it run down the side of his cock as you take your tongue to guide over where his sensitive veins ran. his cock twitching in your mouth as he bucks his hips slightly due to the pressure.

“doing so well for me baby, such a pretty little mouth- fuck.” grayson praises, running his fingers through your hair in a comforting manner as he encourages you. blown away by how quickly you were picking up on deep throating him for the first time at your own pace.

letting your tongue do most of the work, you lick and press wet kisses to the his dick, using one of your thumbs to flick his wet slit and your hand cupping his shaft. he lets himself enjoy the attention, eyes still closed and cock still hard.

you open your mouth and let him fuck up onto your tongue, licking his whole shaft. your eyes boring up at his as you witnessed the way he reacted to your mouth, getting so turned on at the sight of having grayson at your mercy. he watched you with a smirk at the way you clenched your legs together.

“oh, fuck that feels good,” he encourages.

you begin slowly, sucking on the tip with hollowed out cheeks and he can’t help himself. he moans and his breathing staggers. as you start to bob your head, avoiding teeth and trying not to go down too far, he keeps his hand on your head, encouraging you to take more and more down until his cock touches the back of your throat.

you gag a little and pull back, strings of spit connecting your lips to his cock still. tears pricking at the corners of your eyes as you waited for grayson to instruct you once again.

“please, don’t stop.” he begs, his neck craned to look down at you, watching your mouth on him. he groans, and you take him back onto your tongue, towards your throat again, but not too far as you were still adjusting to the size of him.

“ah, i’m gonna…” he starts, but whimpers as you pick up the pace.

“i’m cumming, oh fuck, fuck, i’m—” you feel his cum spill on your tongue. you decide to swallow it, sucking him through his orgasm in which his hips buck again, and he has to grab a fistful of your hair in order to resist himself from plunging his cock to the back of your throat and face fucking you at his demand.

“i love you,” he grunts, “so much.” emptying out the last of what he had to offer you. small droplets of cum dribbling down the side of your lips.

he comes down from his intense high, trying to catch his breath as he reaches for your hand to help you up from your knees. he situations you between his legs after dressing himself, leaning in to plant a kiss onto your now swollen lips and tasting himself.

“did i do ok?” you shift awkwardly between his thighs, your fingers pulling at the baby stands of hair at the nape of his neck as you feared his reaction. he had received head many times before, but nothing would compare to the feeling of your tight lips around him. it was heavenly, making it extra special that the person making him another-worldly was his soulmate.

“fuck baby, you were perfect,” he kisses away your worries. being the sweet and attention boyfriend you fell head over heels in love with. “now let me take care of my girl.”

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