─── DAD’S BEST FRIEND DICK GRAYSON .ᐟ who calls you kiddo in the most inappropriate moments when really, he absolutely shouldn’t. he shouldn’t be doing all this in the first place. but here you are, inside his car, nestled in his lap, with dick’s fingers pushes down your throat and his hand snuck under your tank top, twitching your hardened nipple, his mouth busy sucking on your boobs, “y’know you’re killing me, right, kiddo?”

he bullies the walls of your pussy with his cock and you rock your hips, bouncing in his lap, begging for release. your eyes rolls in pleasure and you keep sucking on his fingers, tongue twirling lazily, “doing so good for me, doll, keep going. i wanna feel you come on my cock.”

─── DAD’S BEST FRIEND DICK GRAYSON .ᐟ who is, oh, so kind and charming, the type of man who lights up the room, who makes you feel good about yourself without even trying. he touches you more than he should, maybe. dick ruffles your hair with a smirk peeking in the corner of his mouth and his hand just happens to slide down your waist when his passes by, more often than he should. you think it’s innocent, accidental. in his eyes, you are his best friend’s kid, no matter how old you get.

it doesn’t help that you’ve always had a crush on dick grayson. a dirty little crush you kept inside your heart for many, many years. a silly crush that keeps you up at night, with a vibrator pressed against your puffy clit, seeping through every inch of your body until you leave a leaking mess out of your little cunt. dick is so sweet and funny. and he is so incredibly amazing. unfortunately, he’s your dad’s best friend and he twice your age. he would never look at you. right?

─── DAD’S BEST FRIEND DICK GRAYSON .ᐟ who can’t keep his eyes off you. when you greet him with your little awkward, “hi, dick!” you become so soft and shy around him. his last name rolls off your tongue and you greet him with the softest gaze when you look up to him with doe eyes. you say his name, your lips curled into the warmest smile and that alone makes his cock twitch hard in his pants.

you’re on his mind more than he would ever wish to admit. he thinks of you with his fist tight around his cock until cum leaks out white and sticky and his mind goes blank. he thinks about you on your knees in his shower, lips wrapped around the tip of his cock, throat struggling to adjust to him. he thinks about bending you over and shoving his cock inside you, feeling your pussy walls stretch and swallow him whole. he hates himself for it. and truthfully, you don’t make it any better.

almost every time he comes over to see your parents, you’re already there, dropping by to talk to your mother or spending the weekend at their house. he’ll catch you wandering around in skirts that shouldn’t be so short. skirts that force him to look away or short tank tops without a bra, soft nipples peeking underneath.

you’re doing it in purpose.

DAD’S BEST FRIEND DICK GRAYSON .ᐟ who is disgustingly obsessed with his best friend’s daughter and the guilt eats him out from the inside. from the outside, though, everything seems fine. perfect. he’s perfect. he’s dick grayson. with his middle-aged man humor and so amazing personality, he’s kind and sweet. a role model. everyone looks up to up him— yourself included.

deep down, behind his caring nature, under his kindness and charm, that bright smile and playful laugh hide a pervert. a pervert who can’t stop watching the sway of your hips when you wander around in places where he shouldn’t even be allowed to look at you.

you flaunt yourself in pretty skirts, in short dresses that hug your body perfectly and his mind forces him to wonder if there’s anything underneath or just a wet mess leaking down you thighs. you tease him, you push him around your family friends, at parties and dinners, knowing there’s absolutely nothing he can do about his cock bulging hard and painful in his pants and the drops of precum warning to leak out.

he thinks about bending you over in the same skirt, pussy clenching against the girth of his cock, sucking him in, balls heavy with cum ready to spill inside your needy walls. he’d pull you inside the pantry, no questions asked. no, he can’t. he’s done if before and he will do it, but an awful sense of remorse will always take over him. and you pull him right back in, each time, without fail. he can’t resist you.

dick grayson is dirty pervert who wants to get on his knees for a girl half his age and sink his face between her wet folds and feel her sweet juices drip down in his mouth. he hates himself.

but instead, dick praises you on your latest achievements, with a glass of red wine in his hand, a big smile on his handsome face, “atta girl, bet your parents are so proud of you,” while your dad fixes some pipes in the kitchen.

he’ll drop by your apartment sometimes, where you live alone, where he can throw away his morals.

“atta girl-” if anyone would ever find out a man twice your age— worse, you dad’s best friend—shoves his cock raw inside your cunt at midnight when you’re supposed to be sleeping, pretty face buried in your pillow— if they ever heard the way your lips parts agape with need and ecstasy when his cum fills your pussy up to the brim; dick grayson would be a dead man.

“just like that, i’m so proud of you, kiddo. look how well you take it.”

it’s dizzying and mind numbing how much you want dick grayson. all those years of wishing he would pay attention to you, your crush, the nights spent wishing he would sneak in your bedroom: they’re all paying off. despite his age, you’ve always thought of dick as the most handsome man you’ve ever laid your eyes on. pretty. charming. so incredibly smart and capable.

you’d wish he’d sneak after midnight and wake you up, mouth clashed against your lips in the hungriest kiss, his bulge pressed against your ass. he’d slip the pajama shorts down your thighs and fuck you dizzy against the mattress, hips rolling hard, fingers down circling your puffy clit. and now, he’s all yours.

His hand brushes yours under the dinner table — barely a touch — but his pulse spikes. He shouldn’t be doing this. Not here. Not with your father across from you both. He keeps talking about work like nothing happened, but his thumb stays pressed to your palm.

“You can’t look at me like that while your dad’s in the same room,” he murmurs without moving his lips, voice a low whisper that vibrates against your ear. “It’s cruel.”

You laugh at something he says, head tilting back, hair falling over your shoulder. Dick doesn’t laugh back — he just stares. Like he wants to memorize the sound.

He stands behind you in the kitchen, not touching, just close enough that his breath ghosts along your neck. “Move,” he whispers. You don’t. He doesn’t either.

He leans down to grab something from a lower cabinet, whispering as he passes you, “You’re doing this on purpose.”

His eyes flick to your lips every time you speak, like he’s waiting for an excuse to kiss you. Every. Time.

“You know I’d ruin everything for you, right?” His voice is shaky, raw. “Just say the word.”

He catches your wrist in the hallway, body blocking the view from the living room. “Go back out there first. If we leave together, he’ll know.”

“Sweetheart,” he warns quietly, “if you keep touching me like that, I’m going to forget we’re supposed to be behaving.”

He pretends he’s looking at his phone, but he’s watching your legs cross. His jaw flexes. Hard.

“You wearing that because you knew I’d be here?” His tone is light. His eyes are not.

Your dad jokes about Dick needing a girlfriend. Dick’s eyes meet yours across the table, and he smirks. “Yeah… something like that.”

He holds the door open for you, hand resting a second too long on the small of your back.

“You’re trouble.” “You like trouble.” He doesn’t deny it.

He’s usually good at controlling his expression. Except when it comes to you. With you, every emotion leaks out of him like truth.

He’s leaning against your car, helmet in hand. “I’ll take the blame if we get caught.” You tease: “Caught doing what?” He smiles. “Don’t make me spell it out.”

You’re reading on his couch. He watches you instead of TV.

“We shouldn’t be doing this,” he whispers. You whisper back, “But we are.” He closes his eyes like that truth physically hurts him.

He texts you from across the living room: Stop staring at me like you own me.

Your dad leaves the room. Dick immediately steps into your space, forehead resting against yours. “Two minutes. That’s all I needed.”

He finds your necklace on his passenger seat. Instead of returning it, he slips it into his pocket. Now it’s his.

He gives you his jacket. It’s too big, smells like cedar and a hint of cologne. You put it on and his hands fist at his sides.

Your phone buzzes: don’t call me dick in front of your father. i almost swallowed my tongue.

You brush lint off his shirt. His breath stutters. It’s so small, so innocent — but your touch always undoes him.

He doesn’t look away when you catch him staring. “I’m not ashamed to want you.”

He parks farther from your dorm so no one sees his car. “Text me when you’re inside,” he asks. Not a request.

Your dad teases him: “You’re family.” Dick laughs. You swallow. If only he knew.

He whispers against your ear while hugging your father goodbye. “Come out to the porch in two minutes.”

He doesn’t say “goodbye” to you. He says “later.” Like it’s a promise.

“You’re the only place I ever feel calm,” he admits, voice tight with honesty.

In the car, his hand finds your knee. Slowly. Carefully. Possessively.

He reads your expression before you speak. “You’re thinking too loud,” he says softly.

You ask what he wants. “Something I shouldn’t.”

You reach for his tie. He grabs your wrist — gentle, but firm. “If you take that off, I’m not walking away.”

His thumb traces the inside of your wrist. “Your pulse always jumps when I touch you.”

You walk past him — he inhales sharply. “Don’t… do that walk when I can’t touch you.”

Your dad leaves to get drinks. Dick leans closer. “Kiss me quick.” You do. He looks wrecked.

He sees someone else flirting with you. He doesn’t speak. He just steps into your space and stares them down until they leave.

“You know I’m older. You know I should stop this.” He says it like a confession. He means none of it.

Your lipstick smudges onto his collar. He doesn’t wipe it.

He sits on the couch beside you. Too close. His knee touches yours. He doesn’t move.

You tease, “Why do you stare so much?” “Because I can’t touch you.”

“You think I don’t know what you’re doing? Wearing shorts around me?” His voice is a whisper that burns.

He stops you from walking away with two fingers hooked in your belt loop.

“You’re going to kill me,” he breathes, voice strained. “And I’m going to let you.”

He drops you off at school. “Be good,” he says. You grin. “Define good.” He curses under his breath.

He doesn’t like pictures of himself — except the ones you take.

Your texts make him grin like a boy again. Your calls? He leaves whatever he’s doing.

“You don’t get it,” he whispers. “I don’t want anyone else.”

Your dad calls his name from another room. Dick steps away from you so quickly it hurts.

He stops on your doorstep. You say his name. He walks back.

“You make it very hard to be the good guy.”

His hand lingers on your waist. Too long. Too familiar.

“Tell me to stop.” You don’t. He smiles. “Didn’t think so.”

He holds eye contact too long. Always too long.

“Your dad trusts me.” A beat. “He shouldn’t.”

He’s quiet for a moment, voice low. “I think about you more than I should.”

You rest your head on his shoulder. He immediately freezes — then melts.

“You fit against me too well,” he says, voice cracking like it’s a problem he can’t solve.

He looks at you like he’s choosing you over the world. Every. Single. Time.

✅ Dick Grayson Kink List (suggestive / roleplay-friendly)

Kinks / Interests:

Secret touches / stolen glances

Forbidden romance / risk of being caught

Flirty teasing / playful humiliation

Soft domination / subtle power play

Whispered commands / obedience play

Protective possessiveness / jealousy

Light bondage (wrists tied with scarves or hands held)

Neck kisses / nuzzles / shoulder kisses

Being admired / aesthetic appreciation (body worship implied, not graphic)

Close physical proximity / intentional closeness

Wearing each other’s clothing

Slow, lingering hand-holding / skin-to-skin contact

Flirtatious teasing in public

Eye contact domination / seductive staring

Gentle biting / nibbles (implied, not sexualized)

Risk-play in non-dangerous situations (walking close to someone, hiding from your dad)

Soft verbal dominance / controlling attention

Morning-after cuddling / possessive cuddles

Cold nights shared under a jacket / blanket

Secret kisses / forbidden caresses

Ticklish teasing / playful pushing

Clothes-pulling / tugging (skirt or jacket)

Silent communication / smirks and glances

Using tone of voice to control attention

Slow dance / close dancing without touching anywhere sexual

Accidental touches that linger too long

Limits / Hard No’s:

Sexual acts with anyone underage

Non-consensual sexual acts

Extreme violence or abuse

Graphic pornography / genital-focused content

Kinks / Interests:

Forbidden / secret romance: The thrill of being caught, teasing in front of your dad, whispered messages, stolen touches.

Control & subtle domination: Telling you where to stand, how to move, or when to stop; playful power-play that’s all mental tension.

Teasing / flirtation: Lingering touches, “accidental” brushing against your legs, soft whispers that make you shiver.

Possessive / jealous energy: Marking his attention, subtle jealousy when others look at you, asserting dominance with presence alone.

Verbal teasing / commands: Low whispers, playful threats, and coy suggestions meant only for you.

Physical closeness / proximity play: Standing close, leaning in, pressing against your back or shoulders when nobody sees.

Subtle bondage / restraint play: Tying wrists with scarves, holding hands tightly, soft restraint during secret moments.

Neck / shoulder kisses & nuzzles: Intimate, teasing, non-explicit, meant to claim attention.

Clothing-related play: Wearing each other’s jackets, tugging on collars, adjusting skirts or ties playfully.

Slow-burning attention: Eye contact domination, smirks, smoldering looks, and the art of waiting.

Risk play in safe settings: Whispering things in public, brushing against him in ways only you know, lingering hand contact in plain sight.

Sensory teasing: Running fingers along skin, brushing hair behind ears, subtle touches meant to make him lose composure.

Morning/after cuddle dominance: Possessive wrapping, controlling the blanket, holding you close, taking up space.

Silent communication: Smirks, glances, shifts in body language that speak volumes without words.

Playful frustration: Making him wait, teasing him with glances or actions, intentional delays that increase tension.

Flirtatious public interactions: Small touches in crowded rooms, leaning close in whispers, “accidental” brushing.

Light bite / nip play: Teasing nibbles on neck, shoulders, or ears — non-explicit, reaction-focused.

Attention control: Making you respond to him before anyone else, giving instructions you can’t refuse without consequence.

Possessive gestures: Arms around waist, hands on small of back, keeping you in his space intentionally.

Limits / Hard No’s:

Any sexual activity with someone underage.

Non-consensual sexual acts or assault.

Graphic pornography (genitals or explicit sexual acts).

Excessive violence, physical harm, or abuse.