#griffin lovell x reader

[what-the-dark-has-foretold]

To Dare or Not to Dare

Griffin Harley x fem!reader

Navi.

Note: i wanna suck him off so badly he deserves it!!! 😭

Autumn Festival 2024

Warnings: modern au, a lot of plot, griffin curses a lot? But it feels in character so..., light miscommunication but neither overly dramatized nor superangsty, mdni, nsfw, smut, blowjob (mentioned several over several months), (eventual) piv sex (incl. fingering + female receiving oral sex, light pussy slaps), beginnings of aftercare, reader is a virgin, griffin is implied to be a virgin/not very experienced, he briefly picks her up

Note 2: Robin is Griffin´s younger (half) brother. The gala Griffin was at was hosted by his father and colleagues who are a rich, rascist and (partly) misogynistic people. Also please read "Babel"!

Wordcount: 2k+

While Anthony was on a work trip, you had spent more time alone with Griffin than you were used to. Unlike the others – mostly Anthony and Robin – you had not learned how to deal with his outbursts just yet. So, when he came home, cusses flying from his lips, you could only watch with widened eyes.

You flinched when the door slammed shut. Cursing followed the sound, and you jumped up to see Griffin - beyond pissed off - carelessly kicking his shoes off. He ran a hand through his hair and looked around the living room. For a moment, his gaze met yours.

“It´d probably be better if you stayed away for an hour or so. I can take care of dinner.” Although not often apparent, his worry for you tended to shine through. He knew he could be ruthless when pissed off.

“Was it that bad at the gala?” you asked, carefully.

Griffin threw himself on the couch with a groan: “It was fucking hell.” He laid a hand over his eyes in an attempt to ground himself.

“Is there something you need?” you tried.

A dry chuckle escaped him. “Lots of alcohol.”

But you had already started thinking. What could help him? Anthony usually let him rant his heart out and Robin would start complaining with his brother – kind of in solidarity; it was adorable.

Maybe you could help him too? Find your own way, something only you had to offer him. What you…oh.

Unsure, you gnawed on your lower lip. Your heart thumped harshly in your chest, yet you couldn´t get the thought – the idea – out of your head. He needed relaxation. You could give him that; clumsily, uncertain, but determined! Slowly, you walked towards him, settling down beside him on the couch, fingers reaching out towards his shirt. Then you paused.

For a moment, you watched Griffin silently. He rolled his neck, his shoulders; he seemed so tense. The words left your mouth before you could stop them.

“I…I could help you relax.”

The man huffed a laugh. “You wanna massage me? While that does sound good, I´m not sure if-“

“No,” you hastily interrupted him. His eyebrows shot up at the sight of you struggling for words, eyes narrowing in confusion when your fingers lightly tugged on his clothes. “Like… I could…suck you off,” you whispered the last part, looking anywhere but at him.

He took a sharp breath. “What?”

“I mean, I just thought I could help you out…you know? You seem so tense.”

“I don´t know!” he spluttered but made no attempt to reject your advances. “Do you…do you actually mean it?” You nodded, your tugs on his trouser getting surer with each passing moment. “I…okay,” he let out, quietly. With a gentle smile you noticed how he had already started to relax.

Griffin watched with wide eyes as you sunk to your knees, absolutely transfixed when you tapped his legs for him to make space for you; giggling, shy and cute. His breath came out laboured, jaw clenching at the feeling of your hands gently running up and down his thighs. You had done this before, he was sure. But he knew better. Even though the way you squeezed at just the right spots and – oh god. He could only watch in awe as you leaned forward to press a kiss to his crotch. The groan he let out was guttural, tightly fisting the blanket underneath him so he wouldn´t cum in his pants. Your lashes fluttered against his jeans; his heart pounded when you shyly looked through them, as if asking if you were doing well.

Shakily, he set his hand on your head, though not having the strength for a proper pat. It was enough for you, however, straightening your posture and grinning happily up at him. He cursed under his breath.

“Go for it,” he nodded at you, hoping you wouldn´t see the blush dusting his face. His eyes never left your face while you worked on his trousers and he saw your eyes widen when, finally, his cock sprung out. A hiss left his lips.

“Fuck, ah, you´re fine,” he told you, noticing your spiking nervousness. But you only beamed up at him.

“Your voice is so much lower than usual.”

He huffed a laugh and ruffled your hair, smiling at the way you scrunched up your face at his actions.

“Just,” you bit your lower lip, “Tell me if I´m doing something wrong, okay?” you nearly whispered.

Griffin´s heart threatened to burst out of his chest. He could only nod, slightly dazed. Seemingly satisfied, you bashfully spit in your hands and wrapped one around his base. A moan left his lips, and he forced himself not to move.

Then, you softly kissed his tip, and he thought he died. Unable to do anything but watch as you licked him from base – he shuddered – to tip; repeating the motion, taking more and more – and more – into your mouth until the wet warmth enveloped him fully. He threw his head back in pleasure, not knowing what else to do with his body. You were absolutely perfect to him,

“-making me cum soon, fuck, baby, I´m gonna cum,” he moaned out while you bobbed your head. You let out the cutest giggle at that, the vibration making him finally release with a choked groan. He swore he saw god that night.

It became a bit of a habit. Whenever he came home angry or frustrated, minutes after he had locked himself in his room, there you were, shyly knocking at his door, looking up at him through your lashes in a way that made him melt.

It took him three months to realise that something wasn´t right. So often had you given him utter bliss – three, four, five times, somehow getting better each time – and yet, he had not gotten a taste of you yet.

You flinched when you saw him sitting on his bed, eyebrows furrowed and his right foot tapping the floor impatiently.

“What the fuck is going on?”

“What?” you breathed out, worried.

“What is this,” he gestured in-between you both.

“I don´t know what you mean,” you murmured, closing the door behind you and nervously walking towards him.

He clicked his tongue and stood up, tugging you closer to him.

“We haven´t even kissed.”

“Huh?” your heart skipped a bit.

“Do you know how often you sucked me off?”

“You kissed my cheek afterwards, every time!”

“I kissed your –“ he let his head fall unto your shoulder. “For fucks sake,” he squeezed your hips, “please don´t tell me you thought I didn´t want more.

You visibly shrunk back at that.

He let out a hiss, evidently annoyed at you.

“What?” you asked him.

He raised his eyebrows.

“What?” you asked, starting to get genuinely nervous.

“Do you honestly believe I'd just use you like that?”

You looked away, shy under his heavy gaze.

“I don't mind.”

“Bullshit. Of course you care. What the fuck are you on about,” he gripped your face and forced you to look at him. “You always care. That´s what I like about you. That´s why I like you. As if I'm letting you suck me off and throw you away after, I'm not an asshole,” he glared at you.

Tears started to well up in your eyes.

“What now,” he sighed, but he was searching your face for any hints of hurt, panicking slightly.

“You're so sweet,” you finally managed to sniffle, and he tensed. 

Softly, you traced the blush on his cheek, completely ignoring his furrowed eyebrows. He sighed again and relaxed. For a moment, he just watched you, cupping your cheek gently to see you nuzzle into his hand. 

“C'mon, on the bed,” he murmured and picked you up to place you on the mattress.

The expression on your face made him nervous, so he pressed a quick kiss to your lips to distract himself, then focussed on taking off your clothes. He was careful when he peeled off your tights, albeit a little clumsy. His touch was comforting and made you close your eyes as he gently nudged your body into more comfortable positions.

Fingers caressed your inner thighs, and soft lips followed them soon. A whimper escaped your lips, hips lifting slightly to get him closer. Griffin hummed, but firmly pushed your body back down and positioned himself between your legs. You had to force yourself not to move much when he finally took off your panties.  He lowered himself, putting himself face to face with your twitching pussy. He sighed in nervous bliss and watched in awe as already the touch of his breath made you shiver in pleasure. Gently, he parted your folds, his eyes shutting at the smell that awaited him. He groaned and resisted the urge to ground his hips into the mattress.

Hot breath fanned against your core and for a moment you thought he was hesitating, as if unsure about what to do. But before you could dwell on the thought any longer, he ripped a sweet cry from your lips, nipping on your clit – once, twice – then delving into your heat. His hums of satisfaction vibrated against your sensitive skin and had you writhing. Even after he had placed his arms on your stomach to keep you still, you managed to twist your body underneath his hold.

"Jesus Christ, let me fuck my girlfriend in peace," he groaned and lightly slapped your pussy. The cry he drew out of you like that made him perk up with interest. He filed away that information for a later time.

It was hard to get you to cum on his tongue. Inexperienced flicks against your clit, eventually evolving into sucks; a finger – soon two – finding your hole and pressing inside; the movement first unsure but finding a rhythm that made you keen after a bit of trying.

When, at last, he succeeded in giving you an orgasm, he broke away from your body, fingers carefully leaving your hole. They were replaced a moment later by the hot tip of his cock.

“Is this alright?” Griffin panted, flushed face right above yours. You could feel his breath fan across your equally heated skin. A nod was what he got as response from you, too dazed by him encompassing you to properly formulate a sentence.

He dropped into you, lips crashing against yours the moment he finally pressed into you.

His mouth caught any whines at the stretch, hands massaging your hips in order to ground you. He moved gently inside you, letting you adjust slowly. A groan rumbled in his throat when he felt you soften underneath him.

His movement remained slow and steady, opting instead to focus on giving you pleasure. Unpractised fingers fumbling to reach your clit, watching in awe at the way your mouth opened at the stimulation. His pace was steady, but whenever the flick of his fingers drew out a particularly sweet cry from your lips, he couldn´t help snapping his hips against yours, reaching so deep inside of you, you groaned against each other’s lips.

The way your heat enveloped him – far better even than your perfect mouth – he felt his orgasm fast approaching. Spurred on by your moans he sped up, soon creating wet smacks as he thrust into you. His sounds were so pretty, tears hung to your lashes – tears that he kissed away gently as he began to rut into you – once, twice, thrice –

He ground his hips against you until he came inside you with a desperate groan, thrusts stuttering. You followed suite – so unexpected to him that he lost all strength and nearly crushed you with his weight, ultimately dropping unto you, the way you clenched around him nearly unbearable.

You stayed like this for a while, one of your hands running through his hair, the other comfortably laying on his back. Lazily, he rolled his hips into you, helping you ride off your orgasm – you could feel him twitch inside of you, no doubt overstimulated.

Yet, neither of you seemed to care. All that mattered was that you finally laid together.

Griffin propped himself up on his arms. You watched as strands of his hair fell to cover his eyes and reached out to brush them aside.

“You´re real pretty, you know? Always were to me.”

“Hm, yeah?” The smile you sent up at him made him blush, but he only shook his head, grinning.

“Yeah,” he moved down to press a kiss to your waiting lips. “The prettiest.”

[what-the-dark-has-foretold]

If anyone reads/has read babel, pls request something with griffin (x reader)

[what-the-dark-has-foretold]

I'd suck off Griffin so well 🥺 he deserves it!!!!! 🥺