The reader wishes Dick a ‘very’ good morning.
Pairing: Dick Grayson x Reader (Y/N)
Warnings/Promises: SMUT, oral (male receiving), fluff
Word Count: 1090
Note: I don’t care what people say, it is perfectly acceptable to wear socks in bed… especially when your SO is also prone to ice feet. *sticks out tongue* Anywho… trying a new fic rotation schedule. Are Tuesdays okay, with the series and requests still coming out on Friday? Having three (or more) coming out on the same day is a bit much. Let me know of any feedback you’ve got. Tag lists, requests, and general comments are always open. Enjoy!
You were cold. You didn’t like being cold. Especially on a rare sleep-in morning. So you grabbed the winter sheet with both hands and tugged it with all your might. A minute or so later, it was tugged away.
“Seriously,” you hissed. You turned, ready to steal the sheets back even at the cost of waking him up but stopped short. With a sigh, you settled back into the pillows and observed him.
Halloween had been pretty hectic this year. Multiple rogues, and several working together to cause the most chaos they could. Dick’s under-eyes were darker than usual. And now that you’d thought about it, he’d only come in a few hours ago. For all the crazy nights and late hours, his face looked the most peaceful when he was asleep. You’d had an easier time of it as dispatch. And as such, technically needed more sleep instead of a morning fight.
So, you snuggled closer to him and went back to sleep.
***
Sleep-in mornings also meant an 80% chance of waking up horny.
In only a few hours of extra sleep, your feelings for Dick had flipped 180 degrees. But you still didn’t want to wake him.
He groaned in his sleep and the edges of his mouth twitched. The way his eyes were moving behind his lids, he must have been having a good dream.
Oh. Maybe you could… no. He needed to sleep. Needed more than just a few hours of it. But you know how to do it without waking him up. He really likes it. Yeah, and then he wakes up and- And ravages you. Ravaging is not resting. No. But- No.
You huffed, falling back into the pillows. Dick hummed in his sleep, thrusting his hips.
Fine.
Doing your best not to shift the sheets too much, you flipped so that your bottom half was outside, and your head was under. It didn’t matter that you were in sweats and socks, your legs were chilled. If this worked, you would be warm soon enough too. Dick was wearing similar attire, but the sweats were old and the elastic was long gone. Meaning that you could untie the string holding them tight around his body and easily get to his cock.
Already your mouth was watering. And he wasn’t fully hard yet.
Dick gasped in his sleep as you began to slowly pump his length. It swelled and warmed in your hand. You twirled your thumb around the top, smiling as you were rewarded with a bead of precum. His hips gave another jolt, pumping himself in your hand. He whimpered as you sloppily kissed up and down his cock.
“Y/N,” he moaned.
You froze, minimizing your hand movements until you were sure he was still asleep. Then you took the head into your mouth, humming at the taste. Taking him further, you gripped his base. With your other hand, you found that small spot behind his balls and made him gasp louder than before. His hands clawed at the sheets. You like to call it his only weakness. He called it ‘cheating.’ Never stopped you from using though, and you kept pulsing pressure on it while taking him further.
A flush had crept into your skin. And you were pressing your thighs together. If he were awake, Dick would make some comment about how you liked sucking him off more than he did.
“Y/N.”
Oops.
The sheets were pulled away and you stifled a grin as Dick visibly had to take a moment having seen you with your lips around his cock. “Good morning,” you hummed, devilishly licking him from balls to tip.
“’Mornin’,” he breathed. His throat constricted as you went back to work. “Not that I’m complaining, but…” he choked back a moan as you swallowed him down. “Y/N, not that I’m complaining, but what brought this on?”
“Wanted to make you feel good and rested. Needed you.”
He gave an airy laugh. “And this helping me rest?” Before you could make him cum, he pulled you away from his cock. “Am I allowed a request?”
You smiled softly. “Of course, baby. What do you want?”
A second later, he was tugging your sweatpants off. His were tossed to the floor too. Then you were sitting on his abdomen while his hands slid up under your sleep shirt to your breasts. You rocked back and forth across his stomach. Each time his length trapped between your bodies twitched, you shivered, making Dick all the more eager in his pinching of your nipples. Your shirt joined the pile.
Dick guided you to finally sink down on him. Both of you gave a series of stuttered sighs until there wasn’t any more space between your thighs and his hips. You began to rock. Feeling him bump against every inside inch of you. Whimpering as his grip on your hips guided you up so he could thrust. You braced on his chest, clawing and shuddering.
“That’s it, Y/N. Ride me. It’s my turn to make you feel good. Need you,” he whined.
Jumbled sounds fell through your parted lips. From under your lidded eyes, you could see Dick doing his best to hold onto his composure. Waiting for you. You bounced harder, racing to catch up.
“Don’t fight it, baby,” you said. “I’m so close.”
He sucked on his thumb and took it to your clit. You went rigid and cried out. He followed you shortly, tightening his grip on your hips and holding you down to feel every burst of his cum inside you. When he was spent, he helped you fall back to your side of the bed. You ignored how sweaty your bodies were and did your best to lay as close to him as you could.
Dick’s phone pinged. He groaned rolling over to it but reading it changed his mood. “Thank you, Cassandra.” He left it on the nightstand and turned back to you, curling you into his chest. “She’s back in town and Bruce says she’s got my shifts today.”
You bit your lip. “So… you get to be home all day?”
He heard the hopeful twinge to your voice. “I do.” A grin spread across his face, spreading further to yours. “Do you want waffles for breakfast?”
As lovely as that sounded… “can we sleep for a few more hours? Waffles for lunch?”
Dick kissed the tip of your nose. “Of course.” He smirked. “Only if I get to wake you up this time.”
“Deal.”
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