Trixie, orphaned daughter of a failed rising mafioso and a prostitute is adopted by bruce wayne, where her days of being robin are short and disappointing to everyone. She begins to make a name for herself.
in conclusion, Trixie (oc/reader) is adopted by bruce wayne and fails as robin.
Jason is queer, defensively closeted. Dick is openly queer, Bruce doesnt mind, but Dick is perfect, Jason is far from it.
In conclusion, when Roy, Jason's best friend gets in drag, alcohol-induced thoughts stir some feelings up.
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Shared memories don't just haunt one (Discontinued, i may return to it) šš„
ā¾ Harleen Quinzell/Jason Todd
The joker ruined the lived of both Jason Todd and Harley Quinn. Jason Todd returns from the dead, Ā Complications seem to chase him down. A certain clown is haunted by guilt, but blinded by love.
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You dont need to say it, we all, most of us knew it was going to happen.š„š¤”ā¤ļøāš„
ā¾Roy Harper/Jason Todd & brief appearance from the outlaws team (Kori, Bizarro, Artemis)
Jason and Roy have sex, nobody is shocked.
Dick Grayson
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ā¾ Dick Grayson/Wally West/Reader
Dick and wally are so entranced in eachother, they forget their third. Finally, ignorance from their partners and rejection from the team forces reader away. (LAUFEY REFERENCE..)
the mass majority of these are found on my ao3, @hoodedfics
Your graduation cap weighed heavy on your head. Your neck ached from looking down at what you held in your trembling hand.
With wrinkles and droplet stains all over the photograph, you could barely make out the two small figuresāyoung vigilantes posing for a picture. No, vigilantes arenāt supposed to be photographed, much less be taking selfies of themselves. But what Batman didnāt know wouldnāt hurt him.
The red suit of the boy in the polaroid bled out to near white. You couldnāt see his smile anymore either; just the outline of a black āRā where his heart was.
Your quieter figure was almost as faded as his once bright one, but you could still make out the joy in your eyes.
You wished you could see his eyes instead.
Not the dull, foggy blue that haunts your nightmares, but the bright sapphire that was your light of day. You wanted to see the eyes that could tell you everything; whether he was feeling guilty about his new found wealth or proud that he was helping others.
But his eyes were closed in the picture, for his smile was too big to keep them open.
He was bright and warm like the sun, and you were just the moon.
And without the sun, the moon canāt shine.
Someone called out your name from afar. You didnāt move from your position under the bleachers.
Families cheered above you, and graduates celebrated from the field; it was almost deafening.
You stayed quiet, hoping to skip the whole day without being noticed. You shouldnāt have been there anyways. You flunked half of your sophomore year and nearly all of your junior year.
You didnāt understand why you werenāt expelled or at least held back. Maybe admin just felt bad. Or maybe they just wanted to wash their hands of you.
You heard footsteps approaching and tucked the photo into your gown before anyone could see it.
āNot gonna walk the stage?ā
You didnāt lift your head. āItās just a piece of paper.ā
The gravel crunched as he sat beside you.
āIām sure your mom still wants to see it.ā
It was quiet. The parents and graduates went silent as the valedictorian delivered her speech. You managed to hear the echo of her voice. Not that you wanted to hear her, though.
ā-to be here before you all. I couldnāt have done it without my family, friends, and teachers that pushed me to keep going,ā she paused.
You felt him shift beside you but neither of you said a word.
āAs you may have noticed, a few chairs have only a cap and gown draped over them. We felt our graduating class wouldnāt be complete without those we have lo-ā
You stopped paying attention when his voice vibrated through your head. āItās kind of cold today.ā
You nodded in agreement. āMaybe itās a freak cold front.ā
āThen itās probably Dr. Freeze,ā he nudged you teasingly. You shivered at the contact. The long toga draped over your shoulders wasnāt enough to shield you from the cold that consumed you when you felt his touch. āSorry. Maybe itās me,ā he apologized quickly. He tried scooting away.
āItās okay,ā you replied, looping your arm with his and resting your head on his shoulder before he could move any further. You caught a glimpse of the familiar āRā on his chest.
He said your name, but it sounded wrong on his lips that time. Almost like a gurgle. Like he was loosing his breath. Choking.
Your eyes trailed up from his chest to his face.
Or at least what was left of it.
You froze, nausea hitting you like a train. His skin was bruised and bleeding, his flesh exposed from severe burns, and there was a jagged āJā cut across his cheek.
Jason Peter Tood looked the same as he did the last time you saw him, including the foggy eyes that werenāt the right shade of blue.
You couldnāt remember what he looked like before Batman pulled the limp body of your best friend from the rubble.
A voice called out your name. A jolt went through your body when you feel a hand on your shoulder.
āAre you alright?ā
Bruce Wayne infiltrated your senses. His expensive cologne covered the smoke and burning flesh you smelled a moment ago.
The empty space beside you didnāt feel as cold. A handkerchief wiped the hot tears from your face. Tears you hadnāt noticed were falling.
āYour mother asked me if I knew where you were.ā
You took the handkerchief from his hand against your cheek. Bruce removed his other hand from your shoulder. Turning away, you finished wiping your tears, disregarding the mess you were making of the billionaireās belonging.
There was a heavy silence between the two of you. It was like the world stopped to listen to the words of two broken hearts.
āThey had a seat for him. A few others too.ā Bruce tried to keep his voice steady, but you heard the slightest waver. He cleared his throat.
The billionaire then reached his hand into the inside of his coat and pulled out a sleek leather diploma cover. āItās just honorary,ā he opened it and showed you the name printed onto the diploma, ābut Iām glad they thought of him and the others.ā
āIn honor of Jason Peter Todd,
forever remembered by Gotham Academy
Class of XXXXā
The words didnāt bring you comfort. They just made you miss him more. You shouldāve been able to share that moment with him.
āHe wouldāve wanted you up the-ā
āIām tired of hearing that.ā You interrupted. Bruce gently closed the cover and tucked it away.
You stood up, not wanting to give him another chance to speak. When you dusted yourself off, the picture slipped out of your gown before you could secure it.
Bruce reached down to pick up the worn polaroid. You held your breath but instead of blowing up, Bruce smiled. āJasonās copy is still framed in his room.ā
You blinked, not sure of what to say.
He pressed the picture onto your palm. āItās less worn. I think he has a few other photographs of you two in his drawers.ā
Bruce seemed to hesitate, then he cleared his throat once again. āIf youād like to see them someday, the doors of the manor are always open for you.ā
You couldnāt hold it in any longer. You crashed into Bruceās arms. The heavy cap slipped off your head and fell down to the ground. Bruce slowly wrapped his arms around you, holding you tight.
āIām sorry.ā He whispered. You buried your face into his chest, letting his attire muffle your sobs.
āI shouldāve taken more photos,ā was all you could mumble back.
an . inspired by my recent grad! congrats to class of 2026 <3
jason todd x f!reader, drugs, making out, suggestive
You were in the backyard of the manor with your boyfriend, his siblings, and a few of their friends, sitting in a circle around the bonfire.
You were perched comfortably on your boyfriendās lap who currently had a joint in his hand while the other resting underneath your shirt on your belly.
It wasnāt unusual for Jason to smoke āin fact you were quite used to him smoking in your shared apartmentās fire escape. You even smoked with him once, though it had only managed to make you cough up the bitter taste and you never tried it again. You did eat edibles with him āon rare occasions when he chose to forgo the usual blunt and eat a hash brownie instead.
What surprised you was that Dick, Tim, Wally, Roy and even Barbara (who only took a drag) smoked. Jason had told you they only ever smoked weed and that too on rare occasions.
Bruce being out of Gotham on a mission and leaving the manor to his kids while Alfred accompanied him just gave them an open opportunity. Not that Bruce minded or theyād even listen if he did.
The martinis you had been sipping on āthat Barbara had prepared for herself, Cass, Steph and youā were beginning to make your eyes feel heavy.
You took a sip and leaned back against Jason, resting your head in the crook of his neck where you could smell his cologne that you got him for christmas.
He leaned down and pressed a kiss to the top of your head and let his head rest on top of yours as he took another lazy drag.
āPizzaās here, whoās getting it?ā Tim asked, glancing at his phone.
All of them said Damianās name in unison.
āYouāre the youngest thatās the rule,ā Dick chuckled and held his hand out for Jason to pass the blunt to him.
Damian huffed and stood up, making his way inside the manor to get the pizza.
āJay, I wanna try,ā you said, watching Dick smoke a drag and pass the joint to Roy.
He looked at you for a beat too long as you stared back into his blue-green eyes, perfectly framed with long black lashes and currently shaded with redness.
āLetās try something,ā he murmured, āCome here.ā
He cupped your cheek with one large hand and took a long drag with another, holding it in while rubbing his thumb on your lower lip as a gesture for you to open your mouth.
You had seen and read about shotgun kisses multiple times in your life but had never tried it and the thought of an audience being present around you while he transferred smoke in your mouth was enough to make you blush and rethink your proposal.
But one look around the circle made you realise that no one was looking at your way.
You obliged and opened your mouth, letting Jason lean down and blow the smoke directly into your mouth and before you had the chance to cough, he sealed his lips against yours.
His other hand traveled to your waist as he sucked in a harsh breath and pulled you even closer to him until your chest was pressed against his.
The weed was already getting to his head because he always got just a bit more clingy and horny every time he got high.
You were guessing the joint was now in someone elseās hand because Jason was holding you with one hand on your waist and the other on the back of your head, pulling you in. Like he would combust if he didnāt have a death grip on your whole body.
He let out a shaky breath as his tongue teased the seam of your lips, making them part. He took the opportunity and shoved his tongue in your mouth, rubbing against your own and your lower lip, making you let out quiet whimpers.
You felt his sharp teeth tug at your bottom lip and bite enough to draw blood before he licked it clean. You gasped and felt Jasonās lips curl into the kiss like he was enjoying this way too much. You grasped his bicep, digging your nails as if to ground yourself while he devoured your mouth like he would die if he stopped.
Behind Jason, you heard Dick let out a whistle. āItās those damn shotgun kisses Iām telling you,ā he commented, making Steph laugh loudly before you felt something soft hit the side of your head.
āJason let the poor girl breathe,ā Roy huffed out a laugh but Jason didnāt budge, only kissing you harder as if to prove a point.
āJay!ā Cass snickered as you felt yet another marshmallow hit your head.
You pulled away from Jason but he leaned forward as if he could catch your lips with his again but you put a finger on his lips, backing him away. His mouth red, swollen and glistening. His cheeks flushed red while his hair looked tousled like he had just gotten out of bed.
āThanks for the free porn Jason,ā Tim commented, throwing more marshmallows at Jasonās head.
āThought Iād do you service since you donāt get any,ā Jason replied, giving Tim a tight smile.
Beside him, you were still flustered. You were doing your best to hide your face in his shoulder because Jason wasnāt big on pda, he barely even kissed you when out in public so this surprised you to say the least.
āWhatās wrong?ā Jason checked, looking down at you when everyone else once again got busy with their conversation.
āNothing,ā you replied.
He put his finger under your chin, making you look up into his eyes that were filled with amusement. āAre you blushing?ā
āStop,ā you huffed, pushing his face away, making him snicker.
āBabe itās okay, Iāve walked in on Dick and Babs multiple times. He really doesnāt care where he is itās horrible.ā
āIām fine promise,ā you replied. āI just wish we were alone right now,ā you murmured, fiddling with the hair at the nape of his neck.
āWe can go upstairs, my childhood bedroom has a really sturdy bed believe me,ā he offered with a wink that shouldnāt have been as attractive as he made it look.
āNo you freak,ā you giggled, flicking his forehead.
āI have a situation, help me out here,ā he groaned lightly and shifted in his seat to make you feel the situation he was talking about.
āJason!ā You hushed, covering his mouth with your palm.
He chucked again as you felt him kiss the palm of your hand before you pulled away and another joint miraculously made its way into Jasonās hand.
You rested your head ln his shoulder while he held your waist with one hand and brought the joint up to his lips with the other, taking a drag.
You stared at his perfect side profile, his button nose, his rose coloured lips, his deep eyes that you could drown in, his beautiful tuft of white hair that you brushed away from his face every morning because it had got long enough for him to scrunch up his nose as the strands tickled him.
You wanted to groan at how pretty he was.
You looked even closely at the freckles dusting his nose and cheekbones. You loved tracing them with your eyes, drawing constellations out of them every time he fell asleep with his head on your lap. You loved pressing light kisses on the little heart shaped freckle that was right below his lower lip.
You let out a sigh, making Jason look at you with a raised eyebrow.
āDo you want more?ā He asked.
āNo,ā you replied, still feeling flushed.
He kissed your forehead and went back to the conversation he was having with his brothers.
āOn second thought,ā you began and he looked at you again.
āLetās go see how sturdy your twin bed really is.ā
You did not have to tell him twice.
made some changes in this one so if youāve read it before, shhhh
likes comments and reblogs appreciated! hope you enjoy <3
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"Kory..."
You groan, eyes squeezed shut and you're exhausted, letting out huffs of exhaustion as you continue to be follow Kory onto the rooftop of the Titans building. The sunlight streams in hot, golden strands, beating down on you.
"It's like, 6AM. Everyone else is sleeping."
Like all sweethearts, Kory felt that with the messiness of being a superhero, she's been disconnected from you. And what other way to bond with your closest friend, than waking them up at the asscrack of dawn to do something new every second morning?
"Kory, I'm hungry." You whine.
Kory ignores you, continuing to roll out her yoga mat and she inhales sharply. The morning air is crisp and she settles down on her mat, legs folded and she glances towards you, expectantly.
And you whine, but comply.
Mimicking her motions, and you settle down on your own mat, fingers laced in your lap and you let out a deep breath, back slumped like a capital C and expression scrunched because it's like the Sun just gets brighter.
And Kory giggles. "Open your eyes."
"We're literally facing the Sun. It burns and I could go blind." You deadpan, blinking rapidly because fuck, your eyes are so dry right now.
"Better to go blind, than to not see the world."
Her voice is something that's so sweet. So saccharine that it takes you a hot minute to realise that she's saying some bullshit and you turn to face Kory, instead.
"Who taught you that?"
"I came up with it." She beams, dimples deepening in her tanned cheeks and you hum.
"I can tell."
You allow yourself to bake in the warm, golden sunlight bathing the both of you as you face the ball of gas and you peek at Kory from the corner of your eye.
Her lashes are resting on those stupidly high cheekbones, full, mauve toned lips curled into a soft and almost appreciative smile and her hair flows down her back like a river of magma. Voluminous, so flattering and you swallow hard.
She looks like some kind of deity.
"You look like a sexy orange."
You watch the way her lips purse, dimples deepening in her cheeks as she tries not to laugh before her eyes flutter open, and she looks at you, head cocked.
"Can you take anything seriously?" She hums, lips quirked in amusement and you shake your head.
"Definitely not, no." You blow out a breath. "And if you take it seriously, it's an even harder no."
ā¹ā”š„ā”ā¹
Yoga's definitely not for you, but watching Kory do it, is a salve to your wounded ego.
Because never once have you ever been insecure about being inflexible.
"Kory, my knees."
"It's only been 12 seconds." Her belly flexes as she giggles, her arms raised over her head and they're straight as an arrow.
Her chest heaves with each deep and even breath she takes, her little cropped shirt mocking you as it flutters in the warm, summery breeze that makes you wish you took off your hoodie but you know damn well, you're not even wearing a sports bra under it.
You're facing her.
Her gaze doesn't waver.
How are her eyes so magnetic, when she doesn't even have a fucking pupil? Just... A green orb in a socket but you feel like they're pulling you in.
"You're staring." Kory comments, her voice quiet alongside the chirps of the birds, and you let out a breath. Heavy, shaky and so, so unfit.
"Really?" You puff out. "I couldn't tell on account that I'm looking at you."
And she sighs, almost dramatically and she lowers her arms for a moment, signalling that it's a switch of position. "Do you have to be so negative?" She questions, and immediately, hits Warrior I again, but this time, with the other leg.
You mimic her stance.
"Kory, I'm sweating at 6AM." You grumble.
"This is the first position." She reminds and your expression nearly crumbles. Your arms hurt, your back hurts, your ankles are aching and your eye's twitching.
"Oh God." You pant. "I think I'm dying."
And she laughs. It's soft. It's melodious. She laughs like if a Disney princess was from an alien planet and had ass for days.
"Well, at least you'd die looking very... Dewy." She reassures. Before her eyes look you over. "Are you regretting not changing into something suitable?"
And you swallow. "No." You lie. You're sweating balls. "I'm very comfortable."
"Just take off your hoodie, I'm not judging."
"I'm not wearing anything underneath."
And Kory blinks. Slow and careful. And there's not a thought behind those eyes.
"They're just breasts? Look, I'll evenā"
"No." You interrupt. "There are cameras here and no free shows."
Her lips purse and her brows furrow in that cute little frown she does when she doesn't understand something, "Humans are so odd."
You don't look up when you're in child's pose.
It just doesn't feel right and the coolness of your yoga mat feels so good against your forehead. Your body's aching from the stretches, your brain's just a bit fuzzy because how does her sweat smell like cinnamon?
Your shoulders are so relaxed, your arms stretched out ahead of you, your knees tucked to your chest and you let out an even breath.
"This is nicā"
"And into downward dog."
You listen to the way Kory rustles, her body moving and your gaze flicks up.
"Kory!" You nearly scream. "I can see your whole pussy."
Her legs are straight, feet and palms flat against that violet yoga mat, and you can see all the muscles in the backs of her legs flex with the strain.
But you can really focus on, is the outline of her cunt through those yoga shorts, pulling taut against puffy folds and you try not to stare too hard when she peeks at you from between her legs.
"Are you enjoying the 'free show'?" She teases you, lips curled and her hair falling forward in a gorgeous gradient of pinks, reds and oranges, the golden sunlight barely able to filter through the strands.
"No." You breathe out, your cheeks are burning and your ears feel hot. "It feels like you just flashed me."
"You're welcome." She gleams. "Now, get in position."
"Can you turnā"
"There is no time."
No matter what, your gaze keeps flickering up. If you stare hard enough, you can see the subtle pulse of her cunt with each exhale she lets out, and you swallow hard. Lowering your head and trying to calm your racing heart because is this what a crackhead feels like when they see a dealer that's out of their budget?
"You need to keep your head up to open up your chakras." She gently chides you.
"Kory, I can see your chakra."
And she snorts. "Just do it." And she pauses. "And it's my nirvana."
"I'd say it's your Narnia." You murmur under your breath, before following her instructions, and you tip your head back, letting out an even shakier breath.
And your gaze flickers towards her chest, and your breath stutters. Her shirts riding up, and you're catching a whole view of underboob, topped off with pretty nipples, pebbled. And you swallow.
This is totally normal. It should be normal. It doesn't feel normal but it's probably normal.
But you know:
It's not normal.
It's not normal that your heart's pounding like a meth head's. It's not normal that you're fighting demons to not blow a thin stream of air in the direction of Kory's stupidly close pussy, just to see if she'll feel it.
And it's definitely not normal to hope she does.
ā¹ā”š„ā”ā¹
"And now, we go into a straight arm side plank and lift your other leg. And then, I'll hold your foot and you'll hold mine."
You stare at Kory in pure silence.
"What kind of ecstasy do you do, to think I can do that?"
And she smiles, inhaling sweetly and she stretches her arms overhead, forcing your gaze to lower to her tightly toned tummy and the soft swells of her breasts that peek out from the frayed edge of her croptop.
"The ecstasy of life."
You frown.
"You keep saying shit like that and I'll push you off this roof."
"You silly thing," she coos, her lips curl before she reminds you, "I can fly."
The positioning is awkward, especially since Kory didn't tell you that she'd switch your legs. And you'd look like the literal scissors emoji together.
You keep your hand on her ankle, grasping her foot for dear life and you feel how gently her manicured fingers wrap around yours. And you'd feel guilty for your dragon claw grip but her core strength is better than yours.
"Kory, my tummy hā" Your gaze flickers down to where her shorts is practically translucent, white fabric stupidly clear and you can see every pretty, silky fold and you lose your balance. Tumbling and you land hard on your ass.
"Oh!" Her voice is so sweet as she moves towards you.
"Are you okay?" Her thigh's tucked beneath one of yours, and her other thigh, is tossed over your remaining leg in a way that's so leisurely.
But your breath stutters.
"Kory, Kory, we cannotā You're too close." Her hand moves to cradle the side of your face, dark tumeric coloured brows furrow in confusion and she moves closer. "What do youā oh..."
She glances down to where there's mere inches between your crotches, her lips parting before she bites down on her bottom lip, gaze flickering to your face.
"On Tamaran... This is how friends bond."
"Girl, you come from a porn planet, don't you?" You huff out, pushing yourself up on your elbows and you watch the way her lips curl, and her dimples deepen.
"Maybe." And she leans closer, hands braced on the yoga mat and you can feel the way her breaths ghost over your face.
And fuck, her eyes are so pretty.
"But I've never practiced my customs with anyone here on Earth, aside from learning the languages." And she tilts her head, lashes fluttering so sweetly and you have no idea how she gives you doe eyes with no fucking pupils but she does. "Would you embrace my customs with me?"
Oh my God, are you being gaslit?
"Uh huh." You nearly stutter, big doe eyes focused on Kory and the way her smile widens, pointed canines peeling just a bit. Before she croons, her palm warm against your cheek.
"Good girl."
And you're down bad.
ā¹ā”š„ā”ā¹
The first time your tongue slides against hers, your brain shuts off entirely. Your thighs parted to accommodate her waist, your ankles locked behind her back and her lips pressed so sweetly against yours.
Kory's fingers remain laced with yours, hips pressing against yours like she's trying to get friction some way or another and she smiles into the kiss.
It's so subtle. Her tongue brushing against yours, gossamers of saliva stringing between you and your brain's so fucking fuzzy because all you taste is toothpaste and mouth between you.
And she pulls back, her lips glossy and kiss swollen, as she peers down at you, her lashes fluttering and she hums.
"Does it feel good?" She's soft, fingers tracing along your palms as she keeps them pinned on either side of your head, expression so sweet and adoring.
"Huh?" Your voice cracks. And she snickers. "Wow. For the first time, you're taking something serious."
She dips her head and all you smell is fucking citrus and sweetness. Her lips press against your pulse and you feel the way she lingers just to feel the erratic pump, before she moves. Down, down, down.
Until she's at the dip of your clavicles, exposed by your oversized hoodie and her hands slide down, grasping at your waist and giving you the sweetest squeeze.
"I won't take this off." She whispers. "Because it'd be a free show." And she moves her hands towards the edge of her own shirt, grasping the flimsy fabric and pulling it overhead.
"But I'll take this off." She discards the fabric. "Because I don't care about free shows."
And your face is burning. You're staring up at Kory like she invented AO3 because God, you might be falling in love.
Vibrant sunlight surrounds her like a halo, her hair's a flaming crown and her skin looks like molten gold.
And those eyes. A shade of green that would make you weep if you saw it anywhere else and your voice cracks in a mumbled 'wow' when she guides your hands to her chest, and the weight has your mind stumbling like that old vine of that guy leaving his trailer.
And you giggle.
"So pretty." You whisper softly, your thumbs brushing over her nipples and the way she sighs has your cunt throbbing in your shorts. Her hand feels warm as it rests on the back of your neck, and she stares down at you, perched on your lap with rosy cheeks.
And you dip your head, licking a long wet stripe from the crevice between her tits, all the way up to the hollow beneath her ear. And Kory shudders, eyes fluttering shut as she feels the way you suck marks into her skin, dotting her flesh all the way until you get to the swell of her tits.
And your mouth's so warm, her nails digging into your neck as your tongue swirls around a pebbled bud, your other hand gently tugging at her unattended nipple.
"Oh..." Her lips form the prettiest 'o' shape. "Just like that..."
Kory moans and it sounds like a fucking symphony, and suddenly, it's all you wanna hear. Morning, noon and night.
You're sucking attentively, lavishing her chest in kisses and nips, sucking hickeys into the skin until she's panting, belly dipping inward and hips twitching needily.
"That's my girl..." She croons so prettily, looking down at you with hazy eyes and parted lips. "Feels so good..."
And sooner than you'd guess, your shorts and panties are discarded, and so are hers. One of your thighs are braced against Kory's shoulders, her knees digging into the mat on either side of you.
And she's focused.
Gently sliding her clit against yours until she's feeling her thighs quiver and buckle.
"You're so wet." She whispers softly. "So pretty." She's bringing a hand down to part your plump lips, staring down at your glossy folds like they're something to be worshipped and she glides again.
And again.
And again.
Her lips pressing the softest kiss against your ankle, her brows twitching into a furrow and she feels the way your hips buck, eager to meet each grind of hers.
And she sighs.
"You're so soft." She whispers. "So delicate, so lovely."
Kory's brain is a mushy haze. Friendship's never felt so... Good.
The burn in her belly feels damn near instant when it's taken lovers nearly hours to even light the flame, she can't get enough of the way you watch her from beneath fluttering lashes. Your pussy sticky against hers, your hands grasping at the curves of her waist with desperation like you want her closer.
Your hands slide up her sides, cradling her chest and you moan at how her hips twitch, cunt pulsing against yours and it feels so nasty when Kory lifts her hips, and you watch the way the sunlight catches the sticky strands of slick that connects you.
And you barely make an audible sound when you feel two of her fingers sink into you. Your head lands against the mat beneath you, your eyes fluttering shut and you know.
You bring one of your hands down, between her thighs and your fingers drag through her slippery folds, shaky digits fumbling for her clit and the way she gasps has you clenching around her fingers.
You do those circles with your fingers, the sticky bud threatening to escape your fingers with each shlick but your persistence makes Kory's tummy flutter.
Kory leans down, her lips pressing against yours as she bucks her hips in time to the pumping of her fingers, her tongue curling against yours.
This doesn't feel like friendship.
It doesn't feel like friendship when she's clamping down on your fingers, when she's spitting into your mouth and licking it back up again. Her forehead against yours as she comes on your fingers, your other hand tangled in her hair and you whine when you feel the way her palm grinds down against your clit, hard.
And you're seeing stars behind your eyelids, your ears filled with her panted breaths and praises.
You feel warm.
So... So... Warm.
And you're floating, whimpering when she pulls her fingers out of you and listening to her longful sigh when you do the same.
There's a quiet silence that blankets the moment that's otherwise filled with birdsong and the sounds of early morning traffic from the city. And Kory hums softly, her breasts pressed against your chest as she presses her cheek against yours.
She brings up a hand, flexing and scissoring her fingers to see how the sunlight illuminates your slick.
