CAN U PLS DO THE RED HEAD SQUAD (wally, roy, kori, and barb) x hyper fem reader that takes them with her shopping every chance she gets but this time she takes them to a victoria secret or sumthing like that and have them pick out sum sets for her to wear later on (little does she know itll be soon than she thinks)
"Have you ever tried this one?"
Blurbs; Roy Harper, Wally West, Barbara Gordon (As batgirl), Kori Anders x hyper fem! reader
Summary: Taking them lingerie shopping
TW: Dirty talk, smutty-ish, kind of public display
A/n: hopefully this redeems me bc everyone thinks I've got something against redheads :(
"Okay, woah. Hold on. Pause. Rewind," Wally hissed, his voice cracking slightly as a furious blush crept from the collar of his hoodie all the way up to his freckled ears. "We are in… the forbidden zone."
"Don't be dramatic, West. Come in here." You grabbed his wrist, dragging him past a display of lace bralettes.
Wally looked around like a man who had accidentally stepped onto a landmine. He shifted his weight nervously, running a hand through his messy hair.
"I'm just saying, if Dick catches me standing under a sign that says Very Sexy Bombshell, I will never live this down. Roy will print out the footage and frame it," he muttered, though his eyes darted nervously to a sheer red matching set hanging on a rack right next to him.
"Oh? Does something catch your eye, speedy?" You leaned in close, resting your chin on his shoulder and dropping your voice to a purr. "Since you're so generous carrying my bags, I figured I'd let you pick out a few sets for me to wear… later."
Wally swallowed hard "Later? As in… later later?"
"As in whenever I decide to put them on," you giggled, tapping his nose.
"Go on. Pick a couple out. I want to see your taste. If it's any good, I'll treat you"
That was all the permission his brain needed. The second the nervousness cleared, his cheeky smirk returned.
"My taste? I've got the best taste," Wally teased. He pulled out a pastel pink lace garter set, dangling it from one finger. "It's Cutesy. You'd like it"
He zipped to the back wall and picked out a ridiculously sheer black mesh corset with matching straps. "And this one because… well, because I'm a man with working eyes and a heart condition."
"Wally!" you laughed, snatching both sets from his hands.
"What? You asked!" He crossed his arms, trying to look suave and failing miserably because his fingers were twitching with nervousness. "Besides, I have to picture how it's gonna look when—" He cut himself off "You know. Later."
"Right. Later," you grinned, grabbing his belt loop, dragging him toward the back hallway where the fitting rooms were "Why wait?"
Wally stopped dead in his tracks right outside the plush curtain "Wait. Hold the phone. Why wait? You mean, here? Right now? Like here?"
"Unless you'd rather wait until we get all the way back to your apartment," you murmured, pulling back the curtain to reveal the spacious room. You tugged him inside by his collar before he could even process it. Slipping inside and clicking the lock shut behind him.
"Okay, so," Wally started, his back pressed up against the full-length mirror as you set the shopping bags on the bench "This is… highly illegal? Probably? I feel like the security lady at the front desk has a sensor for this exact level of public misconduct."
"Relax, speedy. No one's looking."
You unbuttoned your top, letting it slip down your shoulders until you were standing in front of him in your baby pink bra, before unhooking the black lace corset he'd picked out to try on.
Wally's cheeks went bright red, his eyes dropping down to your chest, and then darting back up to your face, then back down again.
"You're doing this on purpose! It's because I ate the oreos isn't it?"
"Do you like it or not?" You turned around, holding the black lace up against your body, looking at him through the mirror with a sly smile.
"Do I—" Wally let out a breathless laugh, stepping up right behind you until his chest was flush against your back. His hands came around your waist, resting gently against your hips "Baby, I think my heart rate just broke the sound barrier."
He leaned his head down into the crook of your neck, pressing a hot kiss to your skin that made a shiver run down your spine.
"You know," he whispered against your ear "if you wanted me to see you in this… you could've just asked. You didn't have to torture me in front of thirty shoppers"
"Where's the fun in that?" you murmured, turning in his arms to face him. You draped your arms over his shoulders, playing with the soft hair at the nape of his neck. "Besides… you look adorable when you're flustered."
"I am not flustered," Wally argued instantly, though his hands immediately tightened on your waist, pulling you so close there wasn't an inch of air between you. He leaned down, pressing his lips to yours in a hungry kiss that instantly proved just how impatient he really was.
"Okay," Wally panted, a cocky grin breaking across his flushed face. "Maybe a little flustered. But if we're staying in this fitting room… you're definitely not leaving anytime soon"
"Is that a threat, West?"
"Promise," he smirked, dipping his head down to catch your lips once again.
"Roy, if you roll your eyes any harder, they're going to get stuck back there," you murmured, adjusting your purse on your shoulder.
"I'm not rolling my eyes. I'm calculating how many arrows I'd rather take to the thigh than spend another forty-five minutes watching you debate between two identical shades of lipstick," Roy replied. He was carrying three massive shopping bags with one arm.
"You love it," you hummed, taking a sharp left and heading straight to Victoria's Secret. "And besides, this stop is actually for you."
Roy paused crossing his arms over his broad chest. His eyes swept over the endless racks of sheer lacey bralettes, and heavily perfumed displays.
"Oh, really? You buyin' me a satin robe, babe? 'Cause I wear a size medium," he drawled, leaning his shoulder against you as you dragged him deeper into the store. "Or are you doing that cute thing where you're bribing me so I don't leave you stranded at the food court?"
"I'm letting you pick out a set for me to wear… later," you whisper playfully, leaning in close "Consider it a reward for not complaining too loudly."
He didn't even hesitate, bypassing the sweet pastel displays entirely and stopping right in front of a rack of sheer black strap lace.
"This one," Roy said smoothly, snatching it off the rack by the hanger and dangling it in front of you with a sultry look in his eye. "You're wearing this."
"Roy!" you hissed, feeling a sudden flush heat up your cheeks despite yourself.
"You're gonna be saying that plenty when we're back home," he snickered, leaning down so his mouth was brushing the shell of your ear. "Now go take it to the dressing room. I'll wait right here like the dutiful boyfriend I am."
Five minutes later, you emerged from the fitting room, your original outfit back on, but the black lace set hidden neatly underneath your clothes.
You handed the empty hanger back to the clerk, paid at the front, and walked back out to Roy, who was leaning against the storefront wall, casually checking his phone.
"Ready to go?" you asked "We can hit your food court now."
"Whatever you say, gorgeous," he drawled "Lead the way."
"Ugh, my feet are killing me," you sighed, sliding into the vinyl booth at the food court.
Roy slid right into the booth beside you, tossing his arm over the back of the seat.
"Come here then," he said, patting his thigh. "Sit on my lap."
You didn't need to be asked twice. You swung your legs over, setting yourself down flush against his lap "See? You can be sweet when you want to be."
"Sweet?" Roy barked a laugh. His hands came around your waist, resting heavily on your hips. "Sweetheart, I haven't been sweet a day in my life."
Before you could reply, his hands slid up under the hem of your top. His calloused fingers brushed against your lacey set.
Roy's hand paused, his fingers lightly tracing the elastic border of the bralette. A slow smirk spread across his face as he realized what you had done.
"Well, well, well," Roy whispered, "Look at you. Couldn't even wait until we got home, could you?"
"Roy, stop—" you argued, your face instantly going up in flames as his hand slipped lower, palming your waist and tugging you impossibly closer into his lap.
"Shh," he rasped, breath hot against your ear as his other hand slid around to hook around the back of your neck, holding you in place. "Keep it quiet, princess. Look around. There are about fifty people eating pretzel bites thirty feet away from us. You wanna make a scene?"
"You're an ass," you whimpered, shivering as his thumb slid under the waistband of your bottoms, teasing your cunt.
"Yeah, but I'm your ass," he smirked
You bit down hard on your lower lip to stifle a tiny gasp as he explored. Your fingers clutching tightly at the leather of his jacket.
"Roy… people can see," you breathed out, your voice trembling as he found your clit.
"Nobody's looking at us, babe. They just think we're being cute," he murmured against your throat. He deliberately shifted his hips beneath you, letting you feel just how hard he was "Besides… you put this on for me. It'd be rude not to sample the goods."
"You are horrible," you whispered, burying your face in his shoulder as a sharp wave of pleasure hit you, making you squirm against him.
"Shh, shh, shh," Roy coaxed teasingly, his hand working under your lace thong, circling and flicking until you were tearing up from trying to stay quiet "Careful now. You move like that again and everyone's gonna know exactly what kind of dirty little secret you're wearing under that pretty outfit."
He leaned back just enough to look at your flushed, teary-eyed face.
"Now," Roy smirked, "You wanna keep shopping, or are we going back to my place right now?"
As you took the opportunity to whack him across the face.
"Barbara, if you stare at that floor plan any longer, I’m going to assume you’re planning a heist on the mall," you hummed, your glossy lips curving into a smile as you pulled her by the elbow through the mall.
"I am not planning a heist," Barbara shot back instantly, tossing her hair over her shoulder. "I am sulking because you promised me coffee twenty minutes ago."
"First lingerie, then coffee," you declared, dragging her straight into Victoria's Secret.
Barbara came to a screeching halt "Wait—woah, woah, woah. We are not—this wasn't on the itinerary!"
"It is now, baby," you smirked, leaning close enough for her to smell your sweet perfume. You grabbed her hand, lacing your fingers through hers and pulling her past racks of lace and silk. "And since you're like the best girlfriend ever, you're going to pick out a few sets for me to wear… later."
"Later?" Barbara asked, her composure shattering into a hot flush that spread all the way down her neck. "I—you—later?"
"Unless you're chicken?" You raised an eyebrow.
"I am not chicken!" she argued defensively, stepping up to a rack of sheer blue lace. She grabbed a plunge bralette with matching garter straps. "There. This one. It would make your eyes pop, or whatever. Now can we please lower your voice before someone I know recognizes me?"
"Oh, you have excellent taste!" you squealed, not planning on shutting the fuck up.
You didn't give her a chance to escape. Before she could retreat toward the exit, you snagged her by back of her blouse hauling her right into the fitting room with you and clicking the lock shut.
"Hey! What are you—" Barbara argued.
The space was tiny and entirely overwhelmed by the scent of vanilla. Barbara looked like a deer in headlights, as you casually stripped out of your top right in front of her.
"Like what you see, hero?" you teased, slipping into the dark blue lace set.
"You're… you're the worst," Barbara stammered, her blue eyes wide, darting from your waist up to your chest, totally unable to look away.
You stepped into her personal space, pressing her against the wall until her thighs were pinned between yours. You reached up slowly sliding your hands over her shoulders and leaning in until your lips brushed her ear.
"Wait—mmh," Barbara let out a gasp as you pressed a wet kiss to her neck and started sucking lightly.
"You like that?" your voice dripped with filth. You shifted your hips against her thigh, making her smack your ass in response. God, you could be such a dog.
"We're in a public mall, someone's going to hear—"
"Then keep your mouth shut," you giggled against her skin, leaving another bite mark on her collarbone before slipping your top back on over the lace set, and unlocking the door.
Five minutes later, Barbara was a wreck. Her hair was messy and her face was burning a violent shade of red as she sat across from you at a small table outside a sweet tea shop in the middle of the mall.
"I don't know how you convince me to do these things."
"Because you love me," you smiled innocently.
You reached up, wrapping your finger under the lace strap or your lingerie, pulling on the elastic and then let it snap violently against your bare skin with a sharp clack.
"Stop doing that!" she scolded
"Why? Does it make you think about taking it off me?" you teased, leaning forward over the table.
Before she could form a coherent sentence, you wrapped your lips around the plastic straw of your iced tea. You let your tongue slide up and down the plastic casing, slicking it completely with saliva, letting drool dribble down your chin before licking it off.
You pulled the dripping straw from your mouth, leaning across the small table, and shoved the wet plastic straight between Barbara's lips.
"Drink up, hero," you taunted "You look thirsty."
She took a shaky sip off your filthy straw, her face so hot she felt like she was going to combust right there.
"We're going home. Right now. Get your bags." she snapped at you. Shit. This wasn't going to end well with you, testing her limits barely ever did.
"Oh, this Earth ritual of 'retail therapy' is truly the most magnificent creation of your species!" Kori squealed, her bright eyes practically glowing with joy as she strutted down the mall beside you.
You were wearing matching couples outfits, pale pink babydoll dresses with kitten heels.
"Right?" you giggled, swinging your hips in sync with hers and lacing your arm through her warmer one. "And guess what, Star? Our next stop is the absolute best one yet."
You steered her through the mall and into a Victoria's Secret.
Kori gasped, clasping her hands together in sheer delight as she took in the endless displays of lace. "Oh! A boutique entirely dedicated to delicate undergarments! It is so bright and lovely!"
"Lingerie," you corrected with a sly smirk, leaning close to press a sticky-sweet kiss to her cheek. "And since you've been literally the best about carrying all my bags, you get to pick out some sets for me to wear… later."
"Oh! The enticement garments! You wish for me to select the attire that will grace your body?" She let out a joyful laugh. "This is a responsibility of great honor! Come, we must find the most stunning ones!"
She dragged you down the main aisle, her long fingers floating over the racks with absolute enthusiasm.
"Look at this one!" Kori giggled, holding up a bubblegum-pink lace corset with floral embroidery and matching straps. "It is so sweet and pretty! It matches your Dii-oor lipstick! You must have it!"
"Ooh, Kori, that is so cute," you hummed "What else?"
"Hmm…" Kori zipped over to a sheer lavender satin plunge bra with barely three scraps of fabric and matching garter straps. A teasing grin replacing her sweet expression as she held it up against your chest. "And this one. Because the lavender will highlight the softness of your skin… and because I wish to see how fast I can rip the straps off with my teeth."
"Kori!" a dirty laugh escaping your lips. "In public?"
"I am merely stating my intent, my sweet star," Kori purred, stepping into your personal space and using her height to tower over you, her hand sliding down to squeeze your hip firmly. "Now, take them to the cashier. I am far too impatient for us to linger here any longer."
The second everything was paid for, Kori had your hand in a iron grip leading you straight out to the parking lot where your car was.
"Kori—" you gasped as she hauled you back over the leather seats, tossing the bags aside into the footwell.
She popped the tags off the lavender satin set, slipping the bra over your shoulders and pulling the matching lace bottoms up your thighs. She looked breathtaking standing over you in her own hot-pink lace set.
"I did pick them out for you," you giggled breathlessly, reaching up to tug at the pink straps covering her chest. "I just didn't realize you'd be in such a rush."
"I am always in a rush when it comes to you," Kori purred against your lips.
She didn't waste another second. Kori shifted her weight, sitting straddle over your lap, her toned thighs pinning yours down against the leather seat. She reached down, hooking her fingers into the edge of your brand-new lavender lace, pulling it roughly to the side.
"Wait, Kori, don't tear it—"
"I will buy you ten more," she promised.
A/n: pls dont bang in the fitting rooms. And comment that u love this rn bc this took me two crash outs and four whole hours to write 🔫🔫🔫🔫
can u tell i lost motivation towards the end. i'll redo kori's i promise.
