You were fixated on Dick’s oral fixation. You’d been his best friend since you were kids, and he’d always been doing something with his mouth— whether it be backchatting to an authority figure that wasn’t Alfred, beatboxing with his mouth at the worst times, clicking his tongue and winking when he wanted to make a point, you got the gist. Though it wasn’t exactly good for your concentration, not when he grew up so fine, with perfect lips that matched his perfect face.

Ugh.

You were the bookworm to his frat king, while you were actually studying he was living it up with his letterman jacket that matched his hair, with a cherry — see what he did there — lollipop between his lips at all times. The girls found it hot, and as reluctant as you were to admit, you did too.

He was the guest of honour at every frat and sorority party, but he was missing one right now, missing the making out with girls cause they randomly kiss him, to hang out with you. Granted, he wanted your attention so he could chat about Sarah Godfrey’s ass, but he found himself having an urge to whistle at your ass lately. Fuck, woah, no, you were his best friend, he couldn’t think like that.

“C’mon, sweetheart,” He groaned, taking the lollipop out from his perfect, tempting lips with a slick pop, giving you a look that you knew said ‘wuss’— shit, his lips really were distracting. What had you become, getting a fixation on his own fixation?

“M’bored, stop studying.” Dick pouted like a petulant puppy, as if he wouldn’t ever grow up but he was just unintentionally doing more to distract you with his lips. Honestly, though, you were way too pretty to study that much— hey, his head needed to rein it in, that was a very forbidden thought.

Even if the view he was getting of your neckline was something he was not complaining about, he wasn’t a fan of looking over books, more like having fun.