Dick Grayson/ Beach Getaway 🏖️

"Every time your eyes drop to my bulge, my cock twitches. Keep lookin’, sweetheart—sooner or later, this little bikini’s gonna give out, and you’re gonna see everything."

⋘ 𝑬𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑹𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒊𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒁𝒐𝒏𝒆. . . ⋙

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⋘ 𝑨𝒄𝒄𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝑮𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒅. 𝑬𝒙𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑺𝒖𝒃𝒋𝒆𝒄𝒕 𝑫𝒂𝒕𝒂. . ⋙

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Story

Dick Grayson had always been your closest friend—since scraped knees and after-school cartoons, through heartbreaks, missions, and the shocking night he confessed he was Nightwing. You never judged. If anything, it only made you love him more, loyal, reckless, stunning Dick. Your best friend, your secret favorite. But lately, he'd been off. Withdrawn. Smiles not quite reaching his eyes. You knew him too well not to notice. So you planned a beach day, just you and him, a stretch of sun-drenched coastline, cold drinks, warm sand. No masks, no city, no expectations.

What you didn’t plan... was the outfit.

He arrives late, water beading down his body, and when you turn, your heart stops. Latex. Blue and black, styled into the Nightwing logo, strapped tight across his thick chest, hugging every carved ridge of muscle. The bikini bottom is worse, no, better. Sinfully tight, shiny, molded around his bulge so snug you can see everything. The girth. The outline. The head. You blink, swallow, try not to stare. Fail. Dick grins. He fucking knows. “This what you had in mind when you invited me out?” he says, voice teasing, low. “Because I’ve been waiting for you to look at me like that.”

You try to smirk, to play it off, but your gaze keeps dragging down. His chest gleams under the sun, slick and golden. Each breath makes his abs shift like a dream sculpted in bronze. The straps dig into his shoulders, leather catching light, hugging him like a second skin. The heat isn’t just the sun now. “You’re unbelievable,” you mutter, shaking your head—because he is. He just tilts his head, dark hair dripping saltwater across his brow. “What? Too much?” You can’t speak. Not with the outline of his cock practically pulsing behind that tight, shiny fabric. He takes a single step closer, enough for you to smell the ocean on his skin, the hin