Lolita 𐐪𐑂 Dick Grayson

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"You're such a bad girl" Dick wrapped his hand around my small neck. I gulped and felt the palm of his hand harshly squeeze against my throat.

"I just wanted pleasure" I gasped reaching for his shoulders. He grabbed me by the waist and shoved me onto the bed behind me. His hands had ripped off his uniform collar off leaving him in a white tank top.

"So you go sleeping around with my brother" he scoffed pulling my cotton shorts down. I watched as they ripped in half and laid on the floor.

"It's not like you would let me fuck you, you know how hard it's been seeing you in those tight shirts every day?" I groaned crawling up against the bed frame. His large figure towered over me as he brought me closer to him. His warm breath ran down my cheek. My lips carefully grazed against his as he spoke once more.

"I'm the only one who can do you right" He trails his fingers up my stomach and below my chest, "not those immature pricks who can barely make a peep out of you" suddenly his hand slides under my bra and wraps around my soft breast.

"Than show me, Dick. Make me only crave for you" I whispered sliding off my panties with my right leg. His hand stops my leg and he continues to pull my undergarment off completely on his own. I arch my back falling flat on the bed.

I can feel him grab my legs and place them over his shoulders. His fingers dig deep into my sides for better control. I bite down on my nails sensing his tongue roam around the inside of my thigh. Everything felt like paradise.

"Just let me fuck you already" I muttered under my breath, shaking my head from the dirty thoughts I kept playing in my head. My mechanical pencil flies out of my hand and onto Sophie's foot. Soon reality comes back to me.

"You good?" She asks giving me back the pencil. I look at her and nod while giving her a sly smile. I look up at the board and see new equations written down. I quickly jot them down not understanding anything before Dick erases them to move onto the next problem.

His hair is tossed around and he looks like he could blend in with all of us. His eye bags show the lack of sleep he's been having and so does the lack of emotion in his voice. He needs me just as much as I need him. For the love of-

"Can someone tell me what the answer to question 3 is?" He asks the class twirling an expo marker between his fingers. The girls in the front shyly raise their hands and blush when they're called at.

Wrong. Wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong. The bullshit coming out their mouths exhausted me. Quietly, I distract myself from my ugly daydreaming and hide my phone under my desk. As it lights up I see new messages from Tim.

I guess my number was able to successfully get through for I had begun talking to Tim two days ago on Monday. He seems like a sweet boy, very sweet, very innocent. He always smiles at me and I guess I feel like a new person around him, a cleaner version of myself. But he'd never be like his adopted brother whom I found out was Dick.

He had sent me a pic of him looking down drinking out of a coffee cup and texting along with it 'my third cup'. I must have admitted I did giggle for a slight second. He was very cute. But he seemed too . . . he just wasn't Dick.

'try water darling before you overdose on coffee' I pressed send and scrolled to the top to the very start of our conversation. I smiled seeing his quirky remarks. I guess I was too invested in his childish puns I didn't see Dick standing next to my desk with his arms crossed until Sophie kicked my shin. I yelped jumping in my seat.

"Give me the phone now" he opened his hand out and waited for me to place my phone there. I was frustrated, to say the least, that he was treating me like an actual student. I followed his order almost immediately so he could leave my sight quickly. Very odd seeing I've always never paid attention to him while he played cop.

Thankfully there was only 10 minutes of class left and those quickly past. Everyone packs up and rushes out hearing the bell ring. Sophie leaves me knowing I have to retrieve my phone and Dean is quick to touch my hair playfully and trail behind Sophie.

I walk up to Dick's desk and stand there until he finally pays attention. Seconds pass and he looks behind me. The room is empty and my foot impatiently taps against the floor.

"Give me my phone back" my hand reaches down to my device laying on top of his math books. Obviously he's quick to grab my hand and keeps his hand wrapped around my wrist.

"Let's discuss your attitude in class, Lo" he stood up very harshly I felt the desk come forward to me just by a slight inch, "I don't appreciate you going on your phone the whole time and giving me snarky comments while I'm trying to teach" he growls gripping onto my wrist with a greater force.

"Stop being an asshole and give me my phone back" I try pulling away twice but it's no use. I glare at him and see him glare back. With my other hand I finally get his grip off me and take my phone from his desk.

"Why is it that you're misbehaving here and not in the streets?" He asks walking around his desk and blocking my path. His arms cross over each other once more. My eyes glance at the veins popping out and at the clock saying I have a minute to get to lunch.

"If I wanna participate in school activities I have to have a clean record" I huffed and stepped around him, "now may I have a pass, Mr. Grayson?" My hand gives him a late pass and I wait till he takes it and writes his name sloppily with the same expo marker he had minutes ago.

"I thought you didn't like calling me that, Lo" his hand ran up and down his face as he gives me the pass. His eyes no longer showed the emotion I groaned for but were dull. Poor thing.

"Goodbye, Mr. Grayson" I ignored him and opened the door to see empty hallways. Behind me the door slammed. I hate him so fucking much. I hate him. Gosh, why do I hate him. I hate that he's the only one who makes me crawl back to him. I don't wanna know about anyone else, I don't want to be with anyone else.

Oh, Mr. Grayson. If only you knew.