koriand'r x fem!reader x dick grayson. your partners treat you always so nice, and when you try to return them the favor, they don't let you. ╱ pwp, reader is a pillow princess, mdni.
Your body was folded like a pretzel, thighs trembling against your tits, Dick’s thick cock slamming into you so deep you felt him kissing your cervix. Every thrust shoved your ass up the sheets, your slick dripping down his balls, making obscene wet slaps that echoed off the walls.
Kori’s tongue swirled over your swollen clit, flicking it in time with Dick’s rhythm, her fingers pinching and tugging until your hips jerked helplessly. Your brain was mush, just pretty pink static and the need to cum again.
“P-please—oh fuck, I can’t—” you whimpered, voice cracking into a high-pitched whine as your third orgasm ripped through you.
Your pussy clenched around Dick like a fist, gushing over his shaft, and Kori moaned into your folds, licking up every drop like it was candy.
Dick groaned, hips stuttering. “That’s it, baby. Milk me with that greedy little cunt.” He didn’t stop, kept fucking you through the aftershocks until your legs shook and tears streaked your cheeks.
Kori pulled back, lips shiny with your cum, and crawled up to kiss you sloppy and deep. At the same time, she kneads your breasts, pinching the swollen buds, all marked with her teeths.
“You taste like heaven, princess,” she purred against your mouth. “Want us to stop? Or you gonna give us one more?”
You couldn’t even form words, just nodded frantically, drool slipping from the corner of your lips. Dick chuckled, and flipped you onto your stomach. Your face smashed into the pillow, ass up, and he spread your cheeks wide. “Look at this pretty hole. Still fluttering for us.”
Kori slid underneath you, 69-style, her tongue diving back into your pussy while Dick lined up and pushed into your red folds in one slow, filthy glide.
You screamed into the mattress, fingers scrabbling at the sheets. “T-too much—too full—please—”
“Shh, baby,” Kori cooed, sucking your clit into her mouth. “Just take it, you're doing amazing.”
They worked you like a toy. Dick’s cock stretching your walls, Kori’s tongue fucking your cunt, her fingers rubbing tight circles over your clit. Your fourth orgasm hit like a freight train, vision whiting out as you squirted all over Kori’s face. She laughed, delighted, lapping it up while Dick growled and spilled hot inside you.
When they finally pulled out, you were a boneless mess—limbs twitching, holes gaping and leaking. You tried to roll over, reaching blindly for Dick’s cock. “Wanna—wanna suck you—please—”
Dick caught your wrists, pinning them above your head. “Nuh uh, princess. Tonight’s about you.” He kissed your forehead, gentle despite the mess he’d made of you. “Just lay there and be our pretty little cumdump.”
Kori curled around you from behind, spooning you, her fingers lazily tracing your puffy folds. “We’re not done,” she whispered, nipping your ear. “Gonna keep you cumming ‘til you forget your own name.”
You whimpered, already spreading your legs wider. “Yes—please—more—”
(Wally West, Kon El Kent, Roy Harper, Starfire, Hal Jordan, Barry Allen, Clark Kent)
Synopsis: They're caught dating their friend's sister
Tags: Fluff ♡, a bit suggestive at parts, batfam sister, Nightingale alias
They hadn't meant to keep it a secret for so long, honestly. It's just... how do you tell your friend you're banging their sister? Probably start off by phrasing it better.
"Wally we are in public!" You swatted his hand that was travelling low.
"I'm not doing anything babe!" He feigned innocence but you saw the mischief behind his eyes.
"Uh-huh," You walked further ahead leaving his hand hovering where your waist once was. "Sure you weren't."
"Oh c'mon babe!" He jogged to catch up. Your bags of shopping swinging in his hands.
He settled back into your side with an arm around your waist like it was second nature. It was probably was at this point.
"I'm just saying that if you're tired from shopping I know a few ways to—woah!" Wally's body was tugged after you took a sharp left. It was late on a weekday, so the mall wasn't busy.
You pulled your boyfriend into the empty bathroom, dropping the bags to the floor and pushing him against the wall.
He laughed, "I knew you couldn't resist me."
"Shut up and kiss me."
"On it." The kisses were sloppy and desperate, like any other young couple hidden in a bathroom stall.
Your arms were wrapped around his neck like a viper. Your fingers played with the hairs on the base of his neck.
"You're so hot." He pulled away, just an inch or two to make the comment. His lips were covered in your lipgloss. And you swear there was tears in his eyes.
"Don't ruin this on yourself, babe."
"Okay I'll shut up." He nodded and dove back in for your lips.
At some point during your rendezvous, there was a robbery within the mall resulting in Nightwing—your brother showing up. You hadn't heard the alarms, the shouting or the approaching footsteps. Only realising your relationship was about to be found out when Dick's voice rang through your ears.
"What's going on here?"
You jumped away from Wally at the sound of your brother's voice. You looked up to see him peering over the stall door, head resting on his crossed arms.
"Dick...hi?" You searched your mind for what to say, but you came up blank.
"Hey, bro!" Wally's voice came out as a squeak.
"This is disgusting." You squinted at his remark.
You couldn't tell if he was referring to you being pressed up against his best friend, breathless and flushed—or you making out in a mall bathroom stall.
"I'm not judging your relationship, just your taste in makeout spots!"
"I'm judging your relationship!" A strained voice called out.
"Dick are you standing on Damian!?"
"Red Robin, Nightingale," You and your brother perked up at your father's voice. "Both of you head to The Narrows. I suspect there's a lead in our case there." He ordered.
The whole family was in the Batcave working a case involving Scarecrow.
"I shouldn't need to say this but—be careful." Bruce looked at you both sternly.
The gaze would freak out anyone else but everyone in the cave recognises it as fondness and worry.
"You got it!" You threw a silly salute before heading towards the cave exit, Tim following closely.
"And stick together!" Dick shouted as you vanished into the night.
Gotham could be kinda pretty at night. If you know the right places. You and Tim had split up—even though Dick told you to stick together. It was fine, you could still see each other. Supposedly, Scarecrow had enlisted a group of low-life criminals to transport canisters filled with his newest rendition of fear gas. You were crouched on a rooftop, peering over the ledge, scanning The Narrows for anyone or anything suspicious. It had been 27 minutes and 45 seconds since you arrived...and nothing has happened. Not even a stray cat to coo at.
"Do you want to play eye spy?" You saw Tim freeze and make a confused face at your question through the comms.
"We're on patrol." He deadpanned.
"But I'm so bored!" He sighed as you let your body go limp, half hanging off the building ledge, something you know any of your other brothers would scold you for.
Good thing you were with the one brother who lets you be stupid because he knows somehow you'll always come out successful.
"I'll demote you from favourite brother if you don't play." You threatened.
"I'm not playing eye spy in the middle of patrol Nightingale." He said through his teeth, holding the bridge of his nose.
"I'll replace your position with Damian."
"You wouldn't dare!"
"Oh, I would!" Just as the argument escalated a group of voices emerged from the shadows.
"This is where he said." An older guy, smoker by the sounds of it.
Two younger guys followed him, probably around college graduate age. They slipped into a run-down warehouse.
"There's an open window to the second floor and a back door," Tim informed you, having studied the blueprint beforehand.
"Let's go."
Dick's voice rang in your mind; "Stick together." It was laughable how quickly you and Tim had gotten separated. You hadn't realised the warehouse was designed like a maze. Some thug ambushed you when you entered. They didn't do any major damage—a scratch on the cheek. Worst of all he smashed your comm. You had no way of contacting Tim. Unless you wanted to yell across the warehouse and alert everyone you were here.
You snuck around the building, careful not to make loud footsteps. You're investigation eventually led to a hallway. A hallway you quickly realised reeked of gasoline.
"Shit." You whispered to yourself as the flick of a lighter sounded at the end of the hall.
A trail of fire lit up before you. The flames licked at you costume as you retreated. In the corner of your peripheral you spotted the worst thing you could; explosives.
"Fuck."
The hallway lit up bright and a deadening sound filled your ears. Definitely damaging your eardrums. But you didn't feel the pain of burns or debris crushing you. Instead, you felt a safe embrace that flew you out the shattered window.
"Kon!?"
"Heya babe!" He flashed a smig smile. He settled you onto a nearby rooftop.
"You okay?" His hands cupped your face. His thumb gently grazes over the scratch.
"I'm fine but—Tim!"
"I saw him chasing some guy down an alley amoment ago. He's alright." Knowing your brother wasn't affected by the explosion you could let yourself stare into your boyfriend's lovesick eyes.
"How'd this happen?" He lightly tapped the cut on your cheek.
"Got ambushed by some guy, destroyed my comm. B won't be happy about that..." You grimaced at the thought of returning to the cave.
"Don't worry yourself babe," Kon leaned in and pecked the space between the cut and your eye. "You can always call me—your handsome, super-boyfriend, to cheer you up!"
"What are you doing?" Tim grappled up onto the roof to see something he'd never thought he'd see.
You both stared at Tim like you'd just been caught committing a felony. All you and Kon could do is move your mouths like you were going to say something. But nothing ever came out. Tim didn't need to be a trained detective or a genius to understand the secret he'd just discovered. He really didn't know what to say.
"All I ask is that you never be," He lifted his fingers to form quotations. "cute, in front of me."
"Roy what the fuck!?" You whispered yelled, only wearing a towel as you'd just showered.
Roy was perched on your windowsill. One leg bent and the other aimlessly swinging back and forth.
"Shouldn't be leaving your windows open this late babe," He pointed out before dropping to his feet. "Someone could break in." He sported a stupid grin.
"Roy—"
"You look gorgeous." His eyes raked over your body, watching a few droplets of water slip down your skin.
A calloused hand cupped your cheek and all of a sudden your mind went blank. He stepped closer to fill the space. His hand found your lower back through the damp towel.
"How'd I get so lucky?" He chuckled before swooping in for a kiss.
Your hands fisted the towel. You desperately wanted to get your hands on him, it had been awhile since you two were together. And that was because—
"Dude! What the fuck!?"
Jason was crashing at your apartment. Jason—who although friends with Roy—believed him to be a bad influence and didn't want you two hanging out. Let alone making out. You jumped away from the kiss but Roy pulled you back into his arms. Your knuckles turned white from how tightly you were holding onto the towel, and your sanity.
"Jason get out of my room!" You screamed.
"Why is Roy in your room!?" As his sister, you can confidently tell people that the rumours are true; Jason is a massive drama queen.
"None of your business!"
"I think it is my business why my best friend is in your room, when your only in a towel!"
"Dude," Roy began. Jason just gave a stern look in response. "She's an adult." Roy placed a pile of clothes you had thrown on your bed into your hands. He ushered you back into your bathroom to change.
Their voices were a little muffled but you could make out what they were saying.
"Roy what the hell!"
"Jay—"
"We talked about this!"
"That you don't think I'm a good influence based on my past? Yeah I know we've talked about this—hearing that from my best friend kinda stuck with me!"
It went silent on their end for a moment. The wind came through the open window to fill the void. And your clothes were annoyingly loud in the silence.
"Jason, she's your sister, I get that you're worried for her, but she's an adult. She can make her own decisions." He sighed.
"You know better than anyone how smart she is Jay, trust her—and me—please?"
You crept out of the bathroom, the door squeaking unceremoniously. Jason had his arms crossed, and a sour expression on his face as his gaze flicked between you and Roy.
"You better not fuck this up." That was all he said before exiting your room.
"You let me know and I'll kill him!" He added, shouting from down the hallway.
You shut the door and locked it, sighing. "Where were we?"
The misson had gone south. Like very far down south. So south that Bruce and Dick had sent you away to a safe house and wouldn't let anyone else know where you were south. You hated it. There was absolutely nothing to do and all you could hope for was that Dick would show up and tell you that the coast was clear and you could go home. Glass shattering had your head snapping towards the bedroom so fast you heard a crack. You quickly grabbed your weapons and headed towards the room.
You leaned your ear against the door. There was movement so definitely some kids' stray ball.
"Sunny?" You stood straighter at the nickname and voice.
You swung the door open, your weapons dropping to the floor. There she stood—Koriand'r; your secret girlfriend. Who you hadn't been allowed to call or text this whole time.
"Kori!" You ran to her arms. The Tamaranean lifted you with ease, your body instantly curling around hers like a koala.
"Sunny! Why have you not been speaking to me?" She asked with sad eyes. You gave a nervous laugh.
"Last misson, didn't end so well," her eyes immediately scanned you for any major injuries. "I got out alright—kinda?" She didn't look please to hear that.
"Allow me to assist." She sat you down on the bed.
You winced a little. How exactly do you tell your girlfriend whom you haven't been speaking to for at least two weeks, that you got roughed up and shot at?
"To properly assist I must remove the cloth barrier."
"What?"
Kori was already removing you clothes before you could process what she'd said. You were sat in your underwear. Your bruises and stitches on full display. She gasped.
"Sunbeam! What has happened?"
"Baby it's fine, Dick patched me before dropping me here!"
"What the hell is going on?" Your eyes widened at the sound of your brother's voice.
"Starfire?"
"Nightwing! How dare you!" She got up from crouching in front of you. You took the opportunity to gain some dignity back and put your clothes on.
"How dare I what?" Dick was nothing but confused.
"How dare you hide my lover from me!"
Dick choked on air at the statement.
"Lover!?"
"Kori!" You gasped.
Dick backed up from the angry Tamaranean.
"I just came by to tell you that everything's been sorted, so—"
"So you will give me back my lover?" Her eyes were sparkling with hope now.
Even if you weren't safe to leave you don't think Dick would've been able to deny her to be with you. He was also a little scared of the sudden switch-up.
"Uh, yeah!" She skipped back over to you.
Her hug knocks you both onto the bed. You looked over to Dick and he gave a betrayed look at the fact that you never updated him on your love life. You weren't going to hear the end of this for a while.
Oh shit, he's going to tell Bruce.
"Who's the new girl?" Barry asked.
"This is Nightingale, she is my sister and will be helping out on the case." Barry nodded at Bruce before stretching his hand out to greet you.
"I'm Flash, nice to meet ya!" You shook his hand firmly, giving him a polite smile.
"Nice to meet you too."
A sudden burst of green light brought your attention to the door. Your eyes widened at who emerged from the light. Hal Jordan—your secret boyfriend.
"Well hello." Hal flirted before remembering where he was and clocking who was standing beside you.
"Who's she? New member?"
"Temporary. Nightingale is helping us on our new case." Barry caught Hal up on what he had missed. "She's Bats sister!"
He nodded and gave you a once-over. He knew you were a vigilante, but he'd never seen you in your suits. Damn, you were hot.
"Hal." Bruce called sternly.
"Uh—nice to meet you." He gave a stiff handshake. Trying to act like he'd never held your hands before.
"You too."
"You already know Queen." Bruce motioned towards Oliver, who had a shit eating grin on his face.
"Hey junior."
"Hello Oliver." Bruce gave Oliver an odd look for his mischievous smile.
You gave a small wave to Dinah who sat beside Oliver. She gave a wave and a knowing smile back. Diana and Clark made there way into the meeting room. Shortly after the introductions you all sat down and began discussing the case.
You were stood at the top of the room informing the League of all your collected evidence and leads on the case. Hal knew he should've been paying attention but he simply couldn't pay attention when you looked so good. Your latex suit carved out your figure Hal loved so much perfectly.
"Hal? Hal? Hal!" Barry's voice and shove to the shoulder brought him out of his dream.
"What?" Oliver and Dinah stiffled laughs behind their hands. Barry gave a confused look, whilst Clark and Diana hid small smiles at the exchange. He didn't have to look in Bruce's direction to feel his scowl and glare.
"Sorry, what was the last part?" He scratched his neck.
"I said," You repeated the previous piece of information to him. You tried your best to look him in the eyes and not stumble over your words.
"Got it." He said, although you didn't entirely believe he was actually listening. He still seemed to be distracted by your attire.
"Alright, what was that?" Barry pulled Hal aside after the meeting.
"What was what?" Hal played stupid. He knew exactly what Barry was talking about.
"You know what I'm asking about." Barry settled beside him in the kitchen. He was throwing together a sandwich stuffed with almost everything in the fridge. Hal settled for a coffee.
"C'mon man, tell me." He begged with a mouth full of sandwich. Hal rolled his eyes.
"Okay—but dont say anything." He gave Barry a serious look. Barry only smiled with crumbs on his cheeks. Hal scanned the kitchen, it was just the two of them.
"Okay, me and Nightingale have been seeing eachother for—"
"You're dating Nightingale!?" Barry yelled in shock. Hal felt his eyes twitch at the outburst.
"Hal."
Barry's eyes widened. Hal's body tensed up. He turned around to see you and Bruce in the doorway.
"Damn, good for you."
"Shut up Barry!" Bruce and Hal shouted in sync.
It was another day of sneaking out of Gotham to Central City with the excuse of work. In reality, you're sneaking around with your speedy boyfriend, like college students with strict parents. Except you just have a protective brother who happens to be the colleague of your boyfriend Barry. He'd finally gotten a day off from STAR Labs and thankfully hadn't been much crime activity. It was the perfect time for a date. And maybe a sleepover.
"Stop—I'm trying to focus!" Barry laughed as you poked at him.
Due to you being a public figure restaurant dates were a no. Couldn't risk the paparazzi outing you to your family.
"But you're so cute!" You smiled and wrapped your arms around his neck.
He did his best to watch the boiling pasta. But how could he with such a beautiful woman wrapped around him? One hand stirred with a wooden spoon. It didn't take long for both his hands to settle around your waist though. Barry smiled fondly as your manicured hands cupped his face.
"God, you're so handsome." You purred, biting your lip slightly.
"Is it hot in here?" Barry grinned sheepishly.
"Just kiss me." You demanded in a sultry tone, your nose brushing his. Barry wasted no time diving in to meet your tinted lips.
The simple kiss quickly escalated into more. Since he couldn't treat you to a fancy restaurant date, he did the best he could to improvise by dressing in the only fancy clothes he had. Now his hair was ruffled with you fingers tangled in it. His tie was loose and the top of his shirt was unbuttoned with the collar stood up. You pulled away from the kiss to give your work a once over. He looked at you with a dopey smile. He was flushed all over. The blood rush nearly hid the lipstick marks all over him.
"What are you laughing at?" You giggled even harder at the question. His voice slurred with lovesickness.
"You look drunk."
"Drunk on love." You howl laughed in response. He gripped your hips as you leaned back laughing, your hands resting on his exposed chest.
"C'mere." He quickly lifted you onto the counter. His hands rested very low on your back. Your lips founds his again. And at some point, one of you accidently hit League gadget Barry had left lying around. Caught up in moment neither of you heard it ring. Nor did you see the hologram screen with Batman—your brother appear.
He cleared his throat.
"Oh my god!" You screamed and pushed Barry off you.
Your hands covered the incriminating smudged lipstick. There was no way you were lying your way out of this. Even if he hadn't caught this kiss; what were you doing with Barry? And why does he look like he just fought with Cupid?
"Uh—I—Bats! Didn't see ya there!" Barry stuttered.
"Mhm."
"Bruce?" You piped up. Embarrassment written all over your face.
"Mhm?"
"Can we talk—uhm—later maybe?"
"Mhm."
"Okay—thanks—great talk—bye!" You reached out to shut the device beside you off.
"Your pasta's boiling over." Bruce pointed out before disappearing.
"Oh shit!" Barry cried.
There's was a monster outbreak in Metropolis. Superman was trying to handle to situation as peacefully as possible. He was flying around, trying to tire out the creature so he'd be able to bring them away safely. He swooped around buildings and caught stuck civilians, flying them to safety.
He saved an old lady and her cat, three kids who got separated from their teacher, and a squirrel. There was minimal damage to the surrounding buildings so far.
"Mommy!" A little girl he'd just saved from a falling traffic light ran to her mother.
"Thank you, Superman!" She cried as he hugged her daughter tightly.
"No problem!" He shot back up into the air to continue the fight.
All the civilians were a safe distance away. He was 100% focused, he almost had the creature—a truck was thrown down the streets, towards a woman—towards you. He immediately redirected his attention. Quickly picking you up and flying to a nearby rooftop.
"Honey, are you okay? W-what are you doing here?" His voice quivered as he scanned over you. He instantly noticed the limp in your leg, and there was dry blood on your ankle.
"Uh-I came to the suprise you." You admitted breathlessly from screaming. "Not the kind of suprise I'd hope to give!"
Clark froze, he didn't want to leave you but he didn't want to leave the people of Metropolis to find for themsleves.
"What are you waiting for!? Go!" You shooed him off, but no before he could give you a kiss on the cheek.
"I'll be back!" He shouted as he dived off the building ledge.
"Good luck!"
Clark smiled briefly for the cameras once the fight was over. The creature being ethically dealt with.
"Superman! Superman! Can you spare a moment-"
"I'm afraid I have to go!" He gently removed the microphone that was being shoved into his face. "Take care, everyone!"
He flew off into the sky, discreetly returning to the rooftop he'd left you on.
"Honey! Are you still here?" He called out. He sighed in relief at the sight of you with your ankle bandaged up. Only to freeze at the glare being sent his way. Not be you.
"Batman! What are you doing here?"
"I'd like to know what you're doing with my sister? Clark." He looked to you for confirmation about the situation. He could tell by your guilty expression that you hadn't updated your brother on your love life.
"I believe Ms. Wayne would be better at answering your questions." Bruce turned to face you. You let out a nervous laugh as your brother toward over you.
"Uhm—," You cleared your throat. "Well—you see—uhm—me and Clark are kinda—"
"Get to it."
"Sorta dating?" You told him like it was a question. Something you could backtrack on if he didn't approve.
"I see." That was all he said before he vanished. Claiming he had business to attend to.
"Why'd you leave it up to me?!" You punched Clark's shoulder. He didn't move an inch.
"I'm sorry love," His arms wrap around your waist. "It's not my fault you're keeping secrets though."
Your hands rested on his chest, his heartbeat erratic from the fight, but also you.
"C'mere." One of his large hands found your cheek, pulling you into a sweet kiss.
A/N: Clark Kent is such a "Honey, I'm home!" guy. Hal's my favourite freak I need to write something for him. I need to write more for these characters in general. Currently obsessed with Wally and trying to write something for him rn. I'd love to hear some ideas for these characters!
Kon El who knows how to use his Kryptonian genetics to drive you crazy. His grip on your hips is just strong enough to keep you still under his relentless tongue. He hasn’t stopped in what feels like hours, his endless stamina making it effortless to properly worship you. His tongue flicks over your swollen clit, equal parts selfish and giving. Each precise flick of his tongue over your slick folds sends your head spinning, making that smart head of yours go dumb.
He lets off you with an obscene pop, his boyish grin taking in your blissed out face — eyes screwed shut, parted lips, and heated skin that glimmers in the dim lighting of the bedroom from sweat. He places a chaste kiss on your thigh, a walking contradiction to the lewd mess between your legs. His finger ghosts up between your folds, eliciting a placid whine from your lips.
“Look at me,” He whispers, low and coaxing as he rests his head on your thigh. You manage to pull yourself out of the haze of bliss just enough to obey him. Your eyes crack open, casting down upon the playful glint cast on your boyfriend’s face. His head tilts as his grin widens. “There we go. Good job.” He praised, slipping his fingers into your eagerly awaiting hole as a reward.
Jason Todd
Jason Todd who, despite his rigid nature, is gentle and paired with an undercurrent of subtle control. It pulls you under, washing over you in vigorous heat. Heat that was currently burning every nerve ending in your body, swallowing you whole till all you could do was choke out moans and whimpers of his name. His grip on your quivering thighs was tight, keeping you spread open as he pushed his tongue deep inside your aching hole.
“You’re a fucking mess,” He moaned out, his own eyes hazy from the sweet taste of you. He couldn’t get enough, addicted to every sound and cry you make. You feel his hands dig into the plush fat of your thighs. He somehow manages to push your legs wider, dive deeper, bury himself in the scent and taste of you. A soft gasp slips past your parted lips as he pulls you down more onto his awaiting mouth. His tongue swirled your clit — featherlight in a way that makes pleasure pool in your gut. Your hands tangle itself into the mattress despite the strong urge to tug on his hair. Last time you did that, his fiery blueish green eyes glared at you. It sent a shiver up your spine, one that originated both from indulgent satisfaction and slight fear.
Your hips buck up into his mouth. You can feel the bubbling current underneath the thrumming of your heated skin.
“Jason, Jay, please, please.” You babble out, too high off him and he too drunk off you. You can feel him smile against your sopping wet heat. He wraps his lips around your clit, swiping his tongue over the sensitive bundle of nerves. You grind your hips into his awaiting mouth as your vision flashes white. He lets you ride his face, a soft whimper being muffled by your cunt.
Dick Grayson
Dick Grayson who knows how to balance sincerity with roughness. His grip on your ass guides your grinding movements against his mouth. Your hands clutch onto the headboard, a chorus of moans slipping past your flushed lips. He’s kept you pinned against his mouth since you two came back from the Wayne charity event hours ago. The atmosphere feels thick from the tension that built up between the two of you throughout the night — the teasing touches, exposing outfit, sly words — now you’re paying the price for it.
He builds you up before tearing you down. Over and over till your head is dancing with thoughts of him. You’re sitting on his face but you have no autonomy. His hands are firm, leaving behind an indent where they rest on the globes of your ass. Back and forth he moves you with a precision that makes your pulse quicken. Your legs feel numb, shaking around his head with the effort it takes not to outright suffocate him. Another wave of orgasm crashes into you. You jerk forward, the white burning hot pleasure making you dizzy, roiled by his tongue.
“Dick,” You gasp out, hand tangling itself into his soft black locks. “I said I’m sorry.” It’s all but a whimper, a desperate plea for him to grant mercy. You feel him smirk against your soaked pussy, tongue dragging across your fluttering hole.
“I told you to be careful, babe.” His hand smacks your ass, the stinging pain melting into heady pleasure. He sucks on your overtly sensitive clit and you whine a cry. You buck your hips and lift them, anything to get yourself a breather from his relentless tongue. He hums, deep and condescending as he pulls you back down on his face to coax another mind-numbing orgasm out of you.
Koriand’r
Koriand’r who is the biggest tease of them all. The way her tongue lay flat against your sopping wet heat made you swear you somehow saw Tamaran. Her hand pressed down on your stomach as she took long, slow strokes of her tongue over your swollen clit. She wants you to feel every ounce of pleasure she can give, to bring you to the edge right before pulling away with that teasing glint in her striking green eyes. You tried to roll your hips up into her, you really did. You tried to do anything that would get her to add just a little bit more pressure.
Her sharp eyes narrow to points. Her other hand brushes over your side, following the curves of your body. Her honeyed tongue delves into your soaked heat as a sharp smack against your ass.
“What did I say about being still?” She asked almost mockingly, lips brushing against your clit. It sends a tingle down your legs, tears pricking at your eyes. It’s been too long since you’ve been able to cum. Every light movement against your throbbing heat feels like blissful agony.
“I can’t-“ You clutch the bedsheets as her teeth graze over your sensitive folds, “-take it!”
“Yes, you can, sweet thing.” She peppers loving kisses over your heat, covering her rosy lips in a glossy sheen from your slick. Her thumb pulls your folds apart, practically drooling at the sight of your awaiting hole.
“So pretty. You can take more.” She hummed, sucking on your clit once more.
Tim Drake
Tim Drake who is as efficient at being attentive as he is trained in martial arts. He’s analyzed every micro expression, every breath, every muscle twitch to learn exactly how to please you. He’s perfected it like it’s an art.
His eyes flicker over your withering, heated body. The familiar blue looks darker as he ghosts over your tied hands, how they subtly tug at the silk rope yet you have no desire to break free. The way his tongue slides over your aching pussy, hot and purposeful, has you seeing stars and he just got started. His firm hands are guiding as if discreetly training you, moving your leg so it’s over his shoulder. He wants to be closer, to taste the salty sweetness that is you. He moans against your clit, hands everywhere. One brushes against your thigh, one up your stomach, and to your breast to flick his thumb over a perky nipple. Every movement is deliberately planned to make you fall apart.
“Stay still.” He whispers as you arch your back, toes curling as his tongue glides over a sensitive spot near your slick folds. That’s a new one. His fingers glide over the puddling wetness. His pupils dilate at the sight, getting dizzy off the taste of you. With a low moan, he shoves his fingers inside your velvety walls, curling them just so as he goes back to exploiting the newfound sweet spot. The feeling was intoxicating as it shot tingling pleasure up your legs and down your spine, shimmering deep within your gut. It was almost embarrassing how quickly he was able to pull an orgasm from you each time.
Your body jerks despite his firm command to stay still. You just can’t help it, not when he’s this talented. Your approaching orgasm crashes into you in waves, making your head go blank and your eyes roll back as you buck your hips into his mouth. He’ll let it slide just this once. How generous.
in which, DICK GRAYSON and KORIAND'R have had their eye on their best-friend & have had enough waiting for her to make the first move.
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includes: dick grayson x fem!reader x koriand'r, best-friend!reader, mature content (17+), pwp, piv, threesome, jealousy-play, teasing, dirty-talk, making out, dry-humping, voyeurism, cuckolding, brief slapping, spitting, fingering, oral (f. receiving), palming, hair pulling (m. and f. receiving), cow-girl, face-sitting, creampie, cum-eating, switch!reader, switch!dick, switch!kori, 6.0k words.
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THE APARTMENT was warm, much like it always was following patrol. comforting air crept along the ceiling freely, clinging to the walls and the furniture and the people that made themselves at home in the depth's of dick grayson's couch. both him and kori lounged carelessly together-- a pile of toned and warmed limbs spent from crime fighting away the night. beside them, you laid easily against the couch's throw pillows-- spine decompressing as the movie you had all decided on (something nostalgic, as per dick's wish) echoed throughout the living room.
the smell of popcorn drifted from the coffee table, a bowl of the convenient snack resting teasingly on top of the glass; you reached a hand forward from where you were perched on the other end of the sofa, popping kernels into your mouth effortlessly.
lazy irises of yours gazed towards the couple. dick's hand traced absentminded shapes along kori's skin, and every so often, the girl's lips planted sloppily at dick's pulse-point. it was familiar. normal.
as was the simple pit of jealousy that burned beneath your ribs.
swallowing, you turned your vision back to the movie.
the three of you had fallen into this routine without ever meaning to. long nights blurred and warped into even longer mornings, the sun becoming an awful reminder that you could not spend eternity wrapped up in the amenity of your team-mates; the amenity of your best friends. somehow, though, it became normal for you to crash here, to eat whatever dick burned, to listen to whatever foreign songs kori hummed beneath her breath while you tried not to gawk too longingly.
again, it was easy. familiar.
until it wasn't.
peeking her head out from the crook of her boyfriend's neck, kori tore her vision from the television, allotting it to your frame. hearty cheeks dimpled, and a finger of hers crooked, motioning you closer.
your heart skipped a few beats, though you did not hesitate at kori's silent command. scooting closer, your thigh brushed against hers, palms resting at her ankles. it was light; unthinking. but perhaps it was not so unthinking, because when kori's body seemed to lean into your touch, her smile deepened.
your name echoed gently throughout the room, the sound falling from kori's lips with a certain sort of care that ripped itself through your soul. "you are always so tense after missions," kori commented, quiet enough to almost be hidden underneath dick's laughter at her comment, "even now, resting against me-- your shoulders are like stone."
you hummed, willing the heat that began crawling up your neck to dissipate. "it's the adrenaline," you lied, referring to your nightly patrol, "it'll wear off, kor,"
despite your inadvertent protests, kori's palms still found themselves running along your forearms, all the way up and backwards towards your shoulder blade. "may i?" she asked, green eyes blinking curiously at you. her gaze lingered heavily, question building tensely within the air-- as if her hands on your body were the answer to the inquisitiveness that enveloped her now.
dick glanced over-- damp strands of hair (he had refused to dry his hair properly after his post-mission shower) sticking stubbornly to his forehead. his gaze, you noticed, carried not only something akin to amusement-- but perhaps the same curiosity his girlfriend harnessed as well. permission.
the movie rambled on in the background as you offered her a simple nod.
kori's thumb grazed your bicep, heat prickling beneath her touch. "it is strange," she mused, tilting her head to the side, "when i place my hands on you, your heart-rate quickens," the alien tossed a look behind her to dick, "much like dick's did when i first met him as robin." she swallowed, touch still scorching against your arm, "do you know why that is? perhaps it is a human trait i am unfamiliar with,"
behind her head, you watched dick's face contort into an expression that seemed uncomfortable to anyone who didn't know the man-- but you knew him, and you knew he was fighting back a grin.
your lips parted after a few moments of silence. "i think you know why." the urge to roll your eyes washed over you-- for kori's naivety did not equate stupidity. and in this moment, as you knew koriand'r all too well too, you knew she was weaponizing neither.
the laugh that fell from her lips only confirmed your suspicions. "maybe," she conceded eventually, "but perhaps i want to hear you say it yourself."
envy punctured your lungs as you watched dick raise kori's other hand to his lips, dusting thoughtless kisses along her skin.
"there's nothing to say," you answered simply, ignoring the blood rushing to your cheeks.
"nothing to say," dick echoed, tongue running along the inside of his cheek, as if to himself, "you're not a very good liar, babe,"
you shot the man a glare, nails digging crescents into the plush of your palms; it came out weaker than you wanted though, and landed truthfully instead of coldly-- your expression mirroring a child who'd gotten caught arm's deep into a cookie jar. "what're you even talking about?"
"you," he laughed, the sound raising goose-bumps along your skin, "you get all quiet when you're trying to hide something-- you've always been like that."
the reminder of how long you've known each other-- how well dick grayson knew you-- caused something to churn within your belly. you opened your mouth to protest, brows knitting-- before kori's hand slipped from your shoulder to your jaw, thumb brushing your bottom lip. whatever words you had had, vanished.
"i don't believe it's about lying," kori said, voice laced with amusement, "more just an admission of... uncertainty."
"uncertain?" dick asked, leaning forward to rest his chin on kori's shoulder, eyes lingering intensely on your frame. "'bout what?"
kori nodded, fiery curls bouncing softly. "about what she wants,"
"what i want?" you questioned, a laugh falling from your throat all too shortly, all too breathless.
both kori and dick ignored you, eyes flickering towards each other momentarily-- before landing back on your frame.
you squirmed underneath their gaze, suddenly all too aware of the way your face fit perfectly in kori's palm, and the way dick's eyes scanned your body-- analyzing. dark lashes resting along his cheek, ocean irises locking onto yours again. you shivered.
"this isn't fair," you tried, face contorting into something desperate.
that got both of their attention, all four eyes snapping upwards to yours. "what isn't, love?" kori questioned.
your veins pulsed beneath your skin, finger-tips tingling and ears prickling with heat. "you're talking about me as if i'm not even here," you voice was unwavering, impressively, as kori's digit still pressed lightly against your bottom lip, "you're... acting as if you know how i feel, and you're laughing about it--!"
dick's tongue darted outwards, wetting his lips. "we're not laughing at you." his voice was steady. certain. believable.
"then what are you doing? if not making fun of me," you questioned, eyes lowering and voice trailing off.
"you are misunderstood," kori acknowledged solemnly. "we never intended to make you upset-- all i am is curious about the way you are," she admitted, "curious about the way you get so... bashful, around dick and i."
"i don't get bashful," you snorted, though your voice was thin and unconvincing-- even to your own ears.
dick grinned, jutting his chin forward gently, towards you. "yes you do," he fought, "like right now."
heat bloomed across the expanse of your skin-- your tank-top now painfully revealing.
"you are our best friend," kori continued, "it is only natural i inquire about the way you make us feel,"
"i... what?" you asked, confusion soaking into your expression. "the way i make you both feel?"
"for i have noticed that you are only reciprocal in these feelings." kori finished, ignoring your question. "am i wrong?"
you swallowed deeply, your skin flushing in places you weren't even aware could heat up. "i--"
"what do you want?" dick interjected, voice low. "be honest with yourself," he murmured, circling back to kori's previous comment.
"you're both ridiculous," you finally managed, jaw tightening, "i don't want anything. everything you're... accusing me of, it's adrenaline, i told you."
"so, the way that you stare at kori when you think i'm not looking-- are you saying that's adrenaline, too?" dick asked.
shiiit.
"i don't stare at--" you sighed, "you're imagining it."
"am i?" he asked, tone maddeningly gentle.
kori pressed her thumb harder into your lip, a reminder of the reality of your situation. dick's chin remained glued to kori's shoulder, his gaze warm and taunting-- unrelenting, just as his girlfriend's.
"you're allowed to look at me," kori finally offered, voice impossibly low. her own eyes traced your lips in full now, unashamed in her gawking. "you're allowed to look at dick, too."
"you're allowed to want us," dick added on, blinks slow. purposeful.
you swallowed. "it's selfish."
"it's hot." dick corrected.
"we wouldn't have brought it up like this, had it been upsetting to either of us," he reassured, reaching one of his hands across the small gap between you and kori, his fingers finding the strap of your tank-top, fiddling idly.
"we know what we want-- and it is not to play with your feelings-- so just say with words that it's what you want, too," kori urged calmly, "because your body has said it for you for far longer than you realize."
silence settled heavily between the three of you. the kind that buzzed, electric and full of static. kori's thumb was still against your lip, her skin warm and steady; for the first time tonight, you hadn't felt like there was an insatiable desire burning between your bones that could not be cured. for the first time in weeks, you felt surprisingly close to the edge of contentment-- like this was the crescendo of every yearning thought that wafted throughout your mind, like every flip of your stomach, every jitter within your finger-tips, every throb of your cunt, was finally being answered.
you didn't feel ashamed to be in love with your best friends.
not as you watched kori breathe-- the slow rise of her chest, the curve of her mouth softening. softening as if something inside of her had finally decided that this was a line she wanted to cross. then, so gently you almost missed it, her hand migrated from your jaw to the side of your neck. your pulse raced underneath her palm.
kori's touch was no longer questioning; it was certain.
"may i?" she asked again, quieter this time-- but there wasn't really a question in it.
your answer was barely a nod, but it was enough.
kori leaned forward. the scent of her shampoo-- sweet, intoxicating, something akin to bitter-sweet summer evenings-- hit before anything else. her lips brushed the corner of your mouth, feather-light. not quite a kiss, but something that made your pulse stutter.
from somewhere behind her, dick exhaled-- a low sound, not quite a laugh, not quite a sigh. completion, perhaps.
you were not certain who moved-- whether it was you, desperately clambering yourself into kori's lap, or kori, lifting you easily on top of her-- but you had found yourself straddling the woman. both of your thighs wrapped around her hips, your mouths still connected as you kissed without regard for anything else.
it was growing messy, reckless-- your tongues had not waited to meet, and spit dribbled from the corners of your mouth. the sound of your kisses battled the noise of the long forgotten movie, wet and obscene in comparison.
kori hummed against your lips, her palms finding purchase on the plush of your ass-- holding you impossibly close to her body, tilting her head ever so slightly to deepen the kiss. deepen how close the both of you were, deepen how tightly you both were to be infused with the other's soul.
your own hands had snaked their way to the nape of kori's neck-- fingers dancing along scorching hot baby-hairs, tugging at the roots of the mane of curls that made kori kori.
dark lashes of hers batted gently against your cheek as she continued to suck on your tongue-- sounds emanating wildly from the both of you. vaguely, dick huffed beside you; grumbling under his breath, hand running through the dark locks that slowly dried on top of his scalp.
you attempted to pay the man no mind as you and kori continued to kiss; her hands wandering from you ass to your hips, briefly squeezing and rocking you against her crotch-- you whined, bucking your own hips in response.
what little friction you were craving burned between the both of you. your cunt was throbbing beneath the fabric of your pajama pants, panties dampening with each swipe of kori's tongue along your own. the woman beneath you was not shy in her showcase of affections and desire either-- hips rocking upwards into you with the same amount of fervor coursing through her veins as well.
an evil grin broke out across your face as your hands jumped from the back of kori's head to her tits-- groping and squeezing the fat against her chest overtop of her own tank-top; she gasped, and you took the opportunity to tilt your head and stick your tongue down her throat even deeper than before.
the scene was filthy. with the movie long forgotten, heat radiated off of both you and the alien in extraordinary waves.
if only dick had allowed you to continue; big, sturdy palms found your hair and yanked (as gently as he could, given the action) you backwards and off of the alien. opening your eyes in shock, you were met with a prettily flushed koriand'r, and a mean looking dick grayson-- who, despite the cockiness dripping from his face-- had a slight dusting of pink scattered along his cheeks as well.
"m'getting jealous over here," he murmured, blue irises darting towards your swollen lips, before he brought your face to his.
rolling your eyes, you kissed him back; it was sweet, at first. almost hesitant-- before dick remembered he had just watched you and his girlfriend make-out, and you felt as the rest of his resolve crumbled.
where kori had licked your bottom lip in a sweet command for you to open your mouth, dick bit. it was quick and fairly painless-- but the fat of your mouth still tingled as you gasped at the action, feeling the sudden intrusion of dick's tongue in you own mouth.
the grasp dick had on your jaw was intoxicating. gripping your chin with a purpose, your head was tilted within his palm-- giving himself perfect access to your mouth without him having to ask. the strength he used, skin burning beneath his touch, made your pussy pulse. with little care, your hips bucked instinctively again on top of kori-- and you felt her hands snake their way around your waist, guiding your movements to continue.
"i know," she hummed, finger-tips digging into your midsection, "dick kisses so good, huh? makes you want to grind your cunt against me, right, sweet-heart?"
you moaned into dick's mouth at kori's words-- nodding along to the filth that fell from her lips as though you had no clue what else to do. your hips seemed to move on their own, bucking and bucking and bucking, chasing a friction only kori's body seemed to cure.
dick continued to kiss you back with an intensity that only made your cunt ache desperately-- his tongue, his lips, his saliva purely taking up every thought that floated within your mind. only when he pulled back ever so slightly, did you open your eyes; blinking hazily at the couple, vision flickering between the two of them as if they were god's greatest gift to you.
"hey," dick whispered, thumb running along the bottom of your lip, "did kori tell you you could stop trying to fuck yourself on her?"
a shiver travelled tantalizingly up your spine-- igniting something impossibly needy and loud between your legs.
"well, no--" you tried, before kori's palm met your cheek in a muffled slap!
...
your panties were beyond saving.
"that's right," dick spoke again, paying his girlfriend's hit no mind as he brought his lips impossibly close to yours, forced your mouth open with his thumb and spat right into your mouth. "she didn't."
kori purred beside dick, her hands leaving your waist only to find purchase on dick's cheeks instead-- forcing his face mere inches away from her own. "it's alright," she said, feigned sympathy dripping from her words, "since you simply don't want this," she beckoned to dick by sticking her tongue outwards and slooowly licking her way from his adam's apple to his mouth, "you'll just have to watch dick and i instead."
rendered speechless, you watched painfully as kori and dick's lips found each others-- and the both of them fused as if it was the most natural thing in the world. dick groaned against kori's lips, tongues slotting against the other's with zero regard for you-- who, little by little, was being inched off of kori's lap.
"no, i do want that," you whispered.
when the couple heard you and pulled away from each other, a strand of saliva kept them connected-- green and blue irises boring themselves into your figure.
"oh, you do?" dick asked, cocking his head to the side.
you nodded, head bobbing.
the duo laughed, and kori gently pushed you off of her-- your knees meeting the rug of dick's apartment with a soft thud.
"you should've said it properly, n' like a good girl, when we asked the first time then." dick mother-fucking grayson giggled, leaning forward to suck on kori's neck. they were both turned towards each other on the couch now, bodies facing away from the television, and you, as kori's fingers tangled themselves in dick's damp hair.
"say what you really want," kori addressed to you, your name stuttering from her lips as dick pressed a hot kiss to pulse-point. "then we'll consider it."
no words came to you as you continued to watch dick imprint himself onto kori-- searing lips travelling every inch of her skin, hands fondling and groping where yours had once been-- over top of her tits, onto her toned belly, beneath her tank-top.
the woman whined as, what seemed like an eternity later, dick's fingers finally dipped below the waistband of her sleep-shorts. "dick," she muttered, eyes squinting as her boyfriend's hands slinked south, "isn't this about her tonight?"
your stomach flipped from your spot on the carpet.
how fucking pathetic. you were sure if you had had ears and a tail, they'd be perked upwards and wagging with a stupid amount of anticipation. it was shameful, how worked up you had become, at the thought of being given attention.
not that you cared though. not with the heat that was becoming painful within your lower belly.
all dick did in response, however, was shake his head-- peeling kori's shorts and panties off of her body and tossing them somewhere across the room.
"maybe," he sighed, looking pleased at the way kori's pussy had glistened underneath the lighting of the television, "but i think she's better off sayin' what she wants if she can see what she's missing, first."
dragging a finger through kori's cunt, dick grinned. dimpled cheeks suddenly faced you, pointedly, as two of dick's fingers found kori's clit-- rolling heavy and tight circles methodically.
"isn't that right?" he asked you, fingers unrelenting against kori's clit.
you whined, bottom lip being caught between your teeth as you watched dick continue to finger his girlfriend. "m-mhm,"
dick tsked, vision moving back towards kori's pussy at your response. his pupils were blown, and his digits were steady along kori's cunt-- all the while she shuddered and gasped, hips bucking against his hand in a steady rhythm.
"gods-- dick," she heaved, hands clutching desperately at a throw-pillow. strong thighs closed and re-opened against dick's hands as he leaned forward again-- painting feather-light kisses along her collarbone.
dick's free hand found one of her thighs, shoving and holding it open as his thumb replaced his two longer digits, pointer finger now prodding at her sopping entrance. when the man pressed in, your own pussy pulsed in anticipation, as if you could feel him within you too, and kori's back arched meanly away from the couch.
he hushed kori, finger beginning to pump in and out of her with obscene squelches emanating from her cunt. "see? isn't this what you want?" dick asked you, as your name echoed throughout the room.
"yeah, yes-- please," you stuttered, your own grip on your thighs going iron.
dick added a second finger, crooking them within kori juuust right-- causing her to cry out in pleasure. "c'mere then; come put your mouth to use, prove that you want us to fuck you."
he motioned with a jut of his chin towards kori's weeping cunt-- and you, making no mistake, crawled between her legs.
pressing kisses up kori's thighs, you watched her shudder against dick's fingers; the man knuckles deep within his girlfriend. your lips dampened with your saliva and her sweat-- an oddly sweet and exhilarating taste filling every possible sense.
when your lips reached impossibly close to her pussy, dick finally pulled his fingers out-- they shone obscenely underneath the lighting of his living room, and, shameless, dick popped them into his mouth. he groaned at the taste of her, using a sturdy hand to push your face into her cunt. "she tastes so good, so sweet," he moaned, "try for yourself."
(you could've sworn the tiniest of whimpers fell from kori's lips).
you peppered hot and teasing kisses to her cunt, feeling her fingers explore the back of your head-- pulling you closer to her. with a certain dip of your head, your lips connected to her pussy-- wet kisses painted across her folds with reckless abandon.
kori moaned into her fist, head tilting backwards onto the couch as dick stuck his fingers back down onto her clit-- rubbing, rolling, pinching as if only to tease his girlfriend as you finally stuck your tongue out. dick had been right; as you swirled your digit along kori's folds, a passionately sweet taste annihilated your senses. kori's slick dampened the lower half of your face, and you continued to lap at her as she tugged you impossibly closer to her pussy.
"yes--!" she gasped, hips bucking against your face, "just like that,"
flattening your tongue, you dragged it up and down again and again and again along kori's cunt-- chasing her pleasure as if it was your own. dick's fingers remained glued to her clit, pushing her closer and closer towards her release; glancing over at the man above kori's toned thighs, you saw how he was palming himself.
despite your best friend doing nothing to deserve it-- one of your hands left kori's thighs, and reached beside her to dick's. you gave his leg a hearty squeeze, muscle thick underneath your palm-- before moving towards the outline of his cock. your ministrations at kori's pussy, however, remained unrelenting. curling your tongue and poking it forward, your appendage breached her entrance; slick sweeter than ever before. you moaned against her at the taste, hand curving delightfully against dick's bulge.
you heard the man hiss, his own hips jutting forward ever so slightly to keep your hand against his hardening cock-- the pressure of your palm against him just enough to keep his satiated for now. "shit," he mumbled, watching you begin to tongue-fuck kori, "aren't you the over-achiever?"
at his teasing, you managed to flip him off; the sound of dick's laugh reverberating throughout his living room playfully. you felt a finger-- one of dick's, that had been incessantly rolling kori's clit-- push forward to flick your nose gently, before going back to their previous action. you grinned against kori's cunt. she clenched around your tongue, throbbing underneath the sheer desire to cum.
kori's fingers still remained curled along your head, keeping you impossibly close to her pussy. her chest was heaving, a glittering sheen of sweat glistening against her apricot skin. "it d-does not matter," kori mumbled, hips steadily rocking against your face, "she's doing such a wonderful job,"
dick hummed in agreement, your palm still rubbing and aiding the dull throb underneath his sweatpants. "that's right," he purred, "being such a good girl for us."
breaking the rhythm that had lapsed over the room, kori cried out-- back arching off of the couch again. at her pleasure, dick glanced downwards to see that you had, somehow, managed to pull your face away from kori's pussy. in the abcense of your tongue, however, you had stuck two of your own fingers inside of the woman; crooking and curling them against kori's g-spot, pistoning them in and out and in again.
the combination of your fingers, as well as dick's, had kori spiraling quickly towards an orgasm. her legs twitched in an attempt to close around the two sets of hands that ambushed her pussy, but dick's grip of her legs kept her spread and open for the both of you. "take it," dick groaned, bulge grinding into your hand, "i know you can, kor,"
"please," you whined helplessly, fingers sliding in and out of kori with ease-- "i want you to cum on my fingers so bad, baby,"
hearing your pleas, kori shuddered; her mouth fell open, the slightest trail of drool beginning to seep down her chin, and the silent cry of her orgasm washed over her. the intensity had you reeling-- watching kori's cunt weep and pulse right in front of you, you couldn't help it; your mouth found her pussy again.
dick grinned widely, his fingers also keeping a steady pace against her clit-- your mouth and his digits now pushing her orgasm, milking every single tremour and twitch her body could provide.
"that's it," you hummed, muffled vibrations sending shocks up kori's spine, "been wanting this so badly."
green irises blew open, and kori suddenly gasped-- her entire body aching away from your actions. "it's too much!" she sobbed, pussy beginning to ache with overstimulation.
there was a pause in your movements, to dissect kori's face, and-- god. several curls stuck to her forehead from sweat, and her cheeks were tinged a deep shade of orange; if you squinted, you could even pick up flickers of emerald and ivy dancing within her irises. she was stunning.
pulling away, you used the back of your palm to wipe your chin; not before licking any remaining residue of kori from your lips, though. dick delivered a few careless smacks to her cunt, causing the alien to jolt, before pulling his hand off of her. he too, stuck his fingers in his mouth-- desperate to taste whatever lingering traces of her orgasm remained seeped into his digits.
warmth radiated off of all three of you-- and you pressed your palm, harder than before, onto dick's cock. he exhaled shortly at your action, cobalt irises blinking down at you through thick lashes as your voice broke through the comfortable silence that had formed.
"can i fuck you now?" you questioned, to neither one of them in particular. on any other occasion, you would have despised sounding so desperate; but your own pussy was pulsating with a need you were sure now, had grown insatiable. it clenched and throbbed against nothing, craving nothing more than to be filled by someone's fingers, mouth, or cock--
"well you've certainly earned it, love," kori said eventually, after letting her breathing even; "dick," she mumbled, tilting her head towards the man, "lie down on the couch."
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there was no way to tell how long you had been riding dick's cock, save for that the movie's credits had longed ended. your bare body glistened underneath the soft lighting of the living room, hands holding steadily against the back of the couch as you rocked back and forth, grinding your cunt against the bottom of dick's lower stomach. he throbbed inside of you, his own hips rocking upwards to meet your sloppy bounces, moans muffled by kori's cunt.
"f-fuck," you breathed, head tilting backwards to expose your neck to kori-- who, from her seat on dick's face-- leaned forward to suck and kiss and lick at your throat. she too was bare, and grinding her own cunt down onto her boyfriend's mouth-- reveling in the feeling of his big, sturdy palms grasping and molding the flesh of her ass underneath his grip.
the tip of dick practically abused your g-spot-- rubbing again and again and again along the spongy tissue within your cunt, every vein and every ridge of his cock massaging your insides. "you feel so good, dick," you moaned, ass slapping against dick's thighs as you continued to ride him.
in response, all the man could do was moan against kori's folds-- causing kori to moan against your neck.
every sensation you had was being ravaged all at once. the room stunk of sweat and sex and lust, not a single coherent thought beyond fuck me floating around any of your heads. it was almost too much-- but perhaps, that was what made it tantalizingly enough. every second you had spent yearning for something more with your best friends, remained now a thing of the past as your pussy squelched around dick. there was no telling where you began and where either kori or dick ended-- only the sensation of being filled, being stuffed, consuming your mind.
"you like-- haah-- being used like this, don't you?" kori asked dick, suddenly, reaching behind her to grab a fistful of raven locks. through hazy, tear-ridden vision, you watched dick nod-- his tongue still working tirelessly at his girlfriend's cunt. kori tugged, and the man whined from beneath her; you felt his cock twitch impossibly within your pussy, and you grinned.
bringing your body upwards, you slammed down onto the length of dick once again-- causing his back to arch off of the couch, and hips to stutter against yours. he throbbed again, growing desperately, achingly hard within the plush and warmth of your cunt.
"you gonna cum, dick?" you asked, eyes rolling into the back of your head as you continued to riiide dick into the couch. frantically, you watched the man nod-- his chin dripping with kori's slick, and palms gripping almost painfully hard at her thighs.
kori laughed-- an airy sort of sound that broke through one of her moans. you joined her, hands diving into the thick mop of curls on top of her head.
"'course," you quipped, hips speeding up on top of dick, "such a slut for us."
with kori's teeth sinking into your shoulder, suddenly-- (dick had begun spelling his name out against her pussy)-- your cunt fluttered, strangling the man's cock. and that was what sent dick over the edge; a strangled set of moans and expletives flew from his mouth, muffled by kori's cunt, as dick's cum flooded your cunt. his cock throbbed and throbbed and throbbed-- hot ropes infiltrating your womb as if there was an endless supply. you moaned in tandem, too, the sensation of being filled up letting you teeter precariously close to the edge of your own orgasm.
without thinking, you reached upwards softly-- gripping kori's face, only to smash your mouths together. kori made of a sound almost akin to shock, before kissing you back with no hesitation. it was just as sloppy as kissing her before had been; drool everywhere, lips swollen, and cunt's throbbing-- puckering and sucking on the alien's mouth messily.
just as her hands found your hair-- you paused, pulling off of her; pleasure wracked through your body, and you wanted to speak before your orgasm hit you. "shiiit," you moaned, pussy clenching desperately onto the cock within you, "k-kor," you gasped, "switch with me,"
kori had not faltered at your words-- pulling herself off of dick's face with little struggle, her cunt was sopping and easily sucked in her boyfriend's cock as she took the seat you had once been. you, on the other-hand, placed yourself easily onto dick's mouth, ignoring any protests falling from the man.
coincidentally, though, you did not think you had heard any.
you sighed, back arching as dick's tongue began to lap your cunt-- the taste of your arousal and his cum bombarding his senses. he whined underneath you-- crying out about how it was t'much! but you hadn't paid him much mind as your hips rocked against his mouth. you were chasing your orgasm now, grinding your cunt down onto dick's tongue with little regard for the man beneath you.
"c'mon dick," kori cooed from behind you, tone mockingly sweet, "you can take it."
a laugh broke itself from your chest as kori mocked what dick had told her earlier-- before plump lips wrapped around your clit. you gasped, hips stuttering on top of dick's face as he sucked harshly on your sensitive bundle of nerves.
much like your alien counter-part, your hands had found dick's hair with no issue-- pulling on it as a means to make yourself cum on your best friend's mouth.
dick had had the same plans too-- his hands, momentarily, found your hips to raise you off of his face, and he muttered (voice terribly fucked out), "please, baby-- please, cum on my tongue-- we taste s'good together, it's all i want,"
cutting him off with a slam of your cunt back down on his face, you moaned as his tongue curled its way inside you-- prodding at your insides, coaxing your orgasm out.
his efforts proved fruitful as your pussy began to spasm along his mouth-- hips rocking forward desperately to draw every last twitch and flutter and pulse of your cunt, out. your mouth had fallen open silently in an 'o' shape, eyes screwing shut in pure ecstasy.
dick moaned whorishly beneath you, as if he, too, could feel the pleasure that prickled your finger-tips-- the taste of your cum coating his tongue, your lust causing his vision to blur. the sound of skin slapping-- kori's ass now against dick's thighs-- echoing distantly throughout the room as your own thighs closed desperately around dick's head.
"holy shit, dick--!" you cried, legs twitching.
he groaned between your folds, hands keeping your cunt impossibly close to his face. "m'not done," you heard him say, twisting your head backwards to watch kori fuck herself onto her boyfriend's cock. she moaned and whined feeling his appendage keep her terribly full, the tiniest bulge in her lower belly appearing every time she slammed herself down onto him again.
your cunt fluttered, and the hot, raging sensation of needing to be filled again consumed you; "you better-- fuck-- not be," you whispered, grinding down onto dick's mouth, "wanna watch you fill kori up,"
from behind you, kori moaned-- the idea of dick's cum stuffing her cunt entirely too intoxicating. the feeling of it dripping down his shaft as he continuously pulsed inside of her, perhaps even the feeling of you licking it out of her-- made her hips stutter, a slutty little whimper falling from her lips. "god--"
"then i want you to fill me up," you moaned, pussy drooling into dick's mouth, "again n' again n' again."
the words tumbled past your lips with a reckless sort of passion, absorbing and engorging every feeling of lust, desperation, love-- that had somehow tangled itself between you and your best friends. from beneath you-- dick's hands gave a hearty squeeze to your waist, keeping you anchored to him (perhaps in more ways than one). behind, kori had snaked her fingers onto your wrist, threading her steady and slender ones with yours; the three of you somehow seemed to move in sync, and despite the absolute obscenity of the entire night-- you felt oddly at peace. oddly wholesome. oddly, not overwhelmed-- at home.
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pairings | wally west, dick grayson, garth, koriand'r x fem! reader
summary | the threat's ended for now, but they can't find it in themselves to rest, not without finding you.
a/n | div credit as always to @toxisyddy <3
WALLY WEST
Ash settled like dust across his shoulders, his thighs burned, his feet ached, and there was a cut across his cheek that stung fiercely. Blood still sluggishly oozed from the wound, leaking down over his lip and staining his mouth with the metallic taste of rust. Wally heals faster than most, and for this cut to still be bleeding means it'll probably scar.
Wally's not particularly concerned with the possibility, nor can he bring himself to join the relieved celebrations of his friends when he can't seem to find you anywhere.
You're one of the most capable people he's ever met, strong, reliable, smart. Pretty, his mind so helpfully supplied.
You might not have been part of the Titans with him, preferring to work alone most of the time, but Wally trusted you wholeheartedly. He trusted you could look after yourself. If anyone could make it through an apocalyptic event, it was you.
Still, for every second that passed and Wally didn't catch a glance of you, his anxiety grew.
Where were you?
He sees Dick start to approach him, undoubtedly to check up on him, but Wally can't take it anymore. Mentally, he writes a note to apologise to his best friend later, but first, he needs to find you.
He tries your comms several times, the dread reaching a crescendo in his being with every failed attempt to contact you, every street he runs through that's bare of your person.
Wally's about five seconds from calling for a League-wide search party when he finally stumbles across you. He's by your side in an instant, heart hammering in his throat and tears threatening to well in his eyes and spill down over his cheeks.
You're slumped unconscious, eyes closed and sickeningly still as you lie on your side, cheek pressed against the grimy alley floor. He calls your name, nearly sobbing in relief when his fingers find the faint but steady thump of your pulse.
Dust, debris and blood cover your person until he can barely make out the colour of your suit, nor can he locate the source of the blood or even if it's yours.
He doesn't dare move you, wary of potential neck or spinal injuries, but his hands still frantically search for injuries. Distantly, Wally's aware that he's calling for help, but he can barely hear the sound of his own voice outside the blood thundering in his ears.
It's with panic threatening to swallow him whole and one shaky hand cupping your cheek that you come to, voice hoarse like you'd been chewing on gravel.
"Wall—" you break into a hacking cough that leaves you gasping for air, each pained sound striking Wally like a physical blow, "Wally?"
"Yeah, it's me, honey. Don't— don't try and speak, just stay still. Help's on the way, okay?" His voice is as shaky as he feels, but he tries his best to hold it together, for you.
"Honey? That's'new," You hummed quietly, eyes slipping closed again, body unintentionally relaxing with the knowledge that Wally was by your side.
"I'll call you whatever you want, just keep those pretty eyes open for me, yeah? Where are you hurt?" He tries to keep his voice level, professional, like he's done hundreds of times before. But this isn't one of those hundreds of times— this isn't some stranger in front of him now— it's you.
"Side. M'side." You whimpered, raising a shaky hand to your ribs, pulling your hand back to showcase the crimson blood staining your glove.
"That's— ok, just let me—" He pulls our hand away, replacing it with his own, pressing down on the wound even when you cry out in pain..
"I know, I know it hurts, I'm so sorry, baby."
"M'so tired, Wally." Your words come out closer to a whine, a half-aborted sob catching in your chest from the concoction of pain and fear swirling in your veins.
"I know, I know you are, just—" His chest rattles with a cry of his own as his thumb rubs soothing circles over your cheek, "just hold on, help's nearly here, just a few more seconds."
You're worryingly silent, prompting Wally's chest to start heaving in panic again, "hey, hey, hey, eyes on me, remember?"
"Wally?" you rasp, hazy eyes focused on him as best you can in your condition, "I really like you. M'sorry we didn't have more time."
"Don't you dare. Don't— don't give up." He pleads, tears sliding free from his waterline and soaking his mask.
"We—we have time, all the time in the world. Just please..." Wally trails off, words failing when he realises you can't hear him anymore.
"No, no, no, no. Please. Please don't do this to me." He hauls you into his arms, burying his face in your neck as he rocks back and forth.
"Flash!" Suddenly, there are hands gripping his arms, prying him away from you, even as he screams and thrashes.
"No, what are you doing? She needs me! Let me go!"
"Flash, Flash, calm down. Wally!" His vision clears enough to register that it's Dick standing in front of him, gripping his cheeks and forcing Wally to focus on him rather than you.
"Dick, I—she—" He stammered, unable to hold the sobs at bay any longer.
"I know, buddy, but she's going to be ok."
"Promise?"
Dick hesitates a little; he knows he shouldn't, but Wally sounds so small, looks one step away from shattering completely, "I promise. Look, they're taking her to the watchtower, let's get you cleaned up and then we'll go see her, ok?"
"ok."
The second Wally gets to the watchtower, he's speeding to the infirmary, settling into a chair at your bedside and refusing to leave. Even when Dick tries to get him to clean up, the best he can manage is a wet wipe over the speedster's face like he's cleaning up a messy toddler.
"Wally, seriously, she wouldn't want you to—"
Dick's attempt at an intervention goes out the window the second you let out a small groan and your eyes start to flicker open. Wally's on his feet instantly, chair scraping across the floor as he leans down to cup your face.
"Mm, Wally?"
"Yeah, honey, I'm here. I'm right here." He let out a relieved laugh, tears welling in his eyes again.
"I feel like shit, don't let me do that again." You groaned, and Wally's laughter turned somewhat hysterical.
You'd never get the chance to. You'd be lucky if he ever let you out of his sight again.
GARTH
He's exhausted. Beyond exhausted, really. His entire body is one big ball of pain, and all Garth wants to do is collapse face-first onto the nearest surface and sleep for a month, at least.
Roy claps him on the back, but Garth barely hears a word he says, too busy scanning his surroundings, hoping to catch even a glimpse of you.
Finally recognising Garth's not paying the slightest attention, Roy pulls back with a concerned look. "Hey man, you good?"
"He's looking for her." Donna wriggled her brows suggestively, letting out a giggle as Garth's cheeks flushed pink.
"Who?"
"You're so oblivious." Donna rolled her eyes, shoving Roy for his obliviousness and giving Garth the opportunity to escape.
Donna wasn't exactly wrong. Instantly, he's on the lookout for you, pushing through the crowd of heroes and rubble until he finds himself in a park of all places.
The space is somehow mostly untouched by the carnage, the soft, green grass tickling the soles of his feet that mindlessly carry him through the park. It's quiet, peaceful, the sort of place you'd gravitate towards, probably the reason he'd ended up there.
You were similar in that vein, outsiders. Even with the Titans who'd become his family, Garth still often felt just a twinge off kilter, like he didn't quite belong.
Yet you never made him feel like that. If anything, being in your presence was the most he'd ever felt at peace, like he was where he was supposed to be.
You were special, you were—
The sight of a familiar glove, lying across the ground in his peripheral vision, has Garth's heart stopping. Adjusting his trajectory, his panic crescendos as he rounds the tree blocking his view, only to find you curled up against the roots.
Dropping to his knees, he calls your name desperately, tears already welling in his eyes as his hands cradle your face.
"Mm, Garth?" You grumble hoarsely, blinking lethargically up at the hulking mass of panicked man suddenly in your sunlight.
"You're... You're ok?" He exhales, heart still pounding against his chest in panic, threatening to burst from his chest.
"Wha? 'Course I am."
"I thought—" Garth swallowed shakily, "I saw you lying here and I thought you were hurt, or—"
"M'fine." You reassured, bringing a hand up to hold his, "just tired. S'been a long day."
"So you decided to what? Take a nap on the ground here?"
"Exactly." You nodded sagely, like you couldn't see a single thing wrong with your decision.
"You couldn't make it to a bed anywhere?" He sighed exasperatedly even as his gaze turned fond.
You're already shaking your head, eyes sliding closed again as you relax against the grass. "Too far. Now shhh, it's sleepy time."
With a swiftness and strength belying your rampant exhaustion, you've managed to pull Garth down into the grass next to you, swinging a leg over his hip and snuggling into his chest.
His poor heart, already run ragged from the scare you'd unintentionally given him, starts hammering against his rib cage once more. Muscles rigid and tense, it takes Garth a few minutes to calm down, hesitance lacing his movements before he eventually wraps an arm around your waist and tugs you closer.
You don't speak again, but you let out a pleased-sounding hum at the gesture before your breathing evens out, and you fall asleep on his chest just like that.
He's a little envious of how simply and quickly you succumb to sleep, when, despite his own exhaustion, Garth doubts he could get a wink even if he wanted to.
Not that he's too upset with the prospect. For now, Garth's more than content to let himself enjoy the moment, memorising the feel of you in his arms and, for the first time, truly allowing himself to imagine a future full of moments like this.
KORIAND'R
The threat is neutralised, the fight long over, but Kori can't combat the nervous, frenetic energy buzzing beneath her skin.
She can't find you.
You always check in, even if you're dead tired and on the brink of death itself, you always manage to contact her, to let her know you're ok. But it's been hours since she heard from you, and even as she tries her best to quash the negative thoughts, Kori feels as if she's on the brink of a breakdown.
It wasn't like you were in separate parts of the globe either; you'd been fighting alongside the Titans in Bludhaven, slipping seamlessly into the team dynamic even if you weren't technically a member yourself.
Were you alone? Hurt? Scared?
She knows she shouldn't entertain such thoughts. You were probably fine, likely held up doing your part to help in the aftermath. You always were.
Still, that anxious, uneasy pit in her gut grew until it weighed on her like a physical burden. Kori's aware she's spiralling, that she needs to slow down and take a breath, but she just can't.
Not when you could be dead. You could be dead, and she'd have been none the wiser. You could have died, alone and in pain and —
"Starfire!" At the call of her name, Kori turns, "There's someone trapped under the rubble here!"
She's moving before Roy finishes speaking, forcing herself to push all thoughts of you to the side. Right now, someone needed her help, someone—
Kori's knees falter, causing her to stumble a little as Roy exclaims in shock.
When had she landed?
She'd been flying, that much she remembers, but then Kori had seen the arm poking out from beneath the slab of concrete wall. Even covered in dust and coloured a sickening grey, Kori could recognise the pattern of your suit.
A wail builds in her throat, and suddenly she's flinging slabs of cement like they weigh nothing.
When had she moved?
Her hands were tearing through the wreckage with a single-minded focus, an agonised sob wracking her frame as the debris cleared enough for her to see you.
"Oh shit," Roy whispered in the background, before he too was moving, sliding to his knees beside a hysterical Kori as the alien pulled your limp form into her arms.
"Oh shit," he hissed again, when the form of a small child you'd evidently been shielding with your own body was revealed.
Miraculously, the kid stirs seemingly completely unharmed, peering up at Arsenal as the archer swoops him up easily, scanning for injuries as he heads for the improvised medical tent.
"Raven, Kori needs you." He grimly calls, trying to put aside his own grief for the sake of the child you'd sacrificed yourself for.
That's how Raven finds Kori, wailing into your hair as she clutches your body like you'll evaporate if she relaxes her grip even a fraction.
"Kori, I'm..." Raven trails off, resting a consoling hand on her friend's shoulder, only to pause in surprise when she doesn't quite feel the nothingness she expected from you.
"Kori! Kori, she's alive!" Raven exclaimed, already conjuring her magic, kneeling opposite you and the distraught Tamaranean.
Kori's too far gone to hear a thing Raven says, her cries turning to soft sniffles when you suddenly lurch in her grasp, bursting into a fit of hacking coughs.
"What—What happened?" You wheezed, sluggishly attempting to orient yourself.
"You were squished." Kori half laughed, half sobbed. "Raven unsquished you."
You take a few moments to register her words, letting the oxygen flow into your aching lungs. "You know, if this is the reception I get after a life-threatening injury, maybe I should do it more often."
"Don't even joke about that!" Kori hissed, tears still marring her cheeks, before she leaned down to kiss you, pouring every ounce of love and desperation into the action as you melted against her.
So worth it.
DICK GRAYSON
Dick's pretty sure something in his arm is broken, if the dull ache that's steadily increasing and the limb's uncooperative nature is anything to go by.
He's never been more thankful for the adrenaline coursing through his veins, especially when he's still searching for you; he can't afford to be waylaid by something as meagre as a broken arm.
"Help!" A small voice catches his and every hero in the vicinity's attention, but Dick's the closest, and instinct has him moving to the little girl's side in a blink.
She’s hysterical, holding onto her baby brother as they both blubber out words Dick can hardly decipher. Taking her hand, Dick lets the girl lead him through the streets as fast as her little legs can take her.
"S’all my fault!" She hiccuped, "She got hurt saving us."
Before Dick can ask for my information he catches sight of what she means. It’s you. Slumped against a wall with a sickening amount of blood staining your side. He can’t tell if you’re breathing and you don’t even flinch when he frantically calls your name.
Scooping the girl and her brother up in his arms, Dick quickly closed the distance, setting them to the side as he checks your pulse.
It’s clinical, robotic movements that are second nature to him by now. Even then, there’s a minute tremble to his hands as Dick mentally prepares himself for the worst.
At the feel of gloved hands on your face and neck your eyes spring open, dazed but still alert enough to recognise the man crouched in front of you.
Dick nearly swears in relief before he remembers the little audience sniffling at his side.
"Nightwing? What… where are the kids? Are the kids ok?" You try to sit up, looking around in alarm as Dick firmly tried to keep you in place.
"They’re here, they’re both fine, not a scratch. Why don’t you worry about yourself for once?" He tries for casual but misses the mark so spectacularly that even in your near delirious state you can hear his concern.
"I look that bad huh?" You try to joke, only to wince at the stinging tug on your injuries.
"Never, you’re as gorgeous as always." The conviction in his voice takes you aback, leaving you speechless as your sluggish mind fails to articulate a response.
You’re suddenly very aware of how close he is, of the gentle way his hand cups your cheek, his thumb rubbing absentminded circles into your skin.
Leaning into his touch, your eyes slip closed without your permission, a wave of exhaustion consuming you, weighing down your leaden limbs.
"Hey, none of that now. Keep your eyes open, you hear me?" Dick snaps, shaking you slightly when you fail to comply with his demand.
"M’sorry birdie." You hum mournfully, unable to even open your eyelids that suddenly feel heavier then ever, "m’trying, m’just so…tired…"
"No! Don’t you dare give up on me. You’re ok, you’re gonna be ok, you’re —" His voice tapers off, as tears suddenly blind his vision and his chest constricts.
He’s vaguely aware that the little girl beside him has started to cry again, but Dick can’t even find it in himself to comfort her, not when he’s barely holding it together himself.
A firm hand clasping his shoulder brings him back from the brink of a complete panic attack and Dick turns to stare frenzied and wide eyed at Star Sapphire.
"Nightwing, I can heal her, but I need you to calm down."
"You can?" He doesn’t dare get his hopes up but already his breathings started to come easier as he stares at the heroines determined face.
"I can, but I need you to focus on your love for her."
Had she been anyone else Dick would’ve scoffed, but it’s easy enough to comply with the request.
Loving you comes as easily as breathing to him, if anything, he’d be unable to not focus on his complete and utter adoration.
Dick watches with bated breath as Carol’s hands hover over your side, a bright pink light caressing your form as she sets about healing the damage you’d sustained.
Your eyes flicker open, alert and confused as you crane your neck to stare at Star Sapphire and then him and Dick nearly sobs with relief, pulling you into a desperate hug that has you squeaking.
He holds you gently, unwilling to exacerbate and lingering injuries, but tightly nonetheless as he buries his face in your shoulder.
"I nearly lost you." He croaks, "You nearly —"
"Are you boyfriend and girlfriend?" A little voice suddenly interrupts him, and Dick pulls back swiftly, suddenly aware of their audience, cheeks flushed slightly.
"What?"
"The pink lady says you're in love. I think you should get married and have babies." The girl nodded knowingly.
Dick takes a few seconds to ponder her words before turning to you with a grin, "Well, you heard her."
You roll your eyes, but your face is unbearably fond as you place your hands on his neck. "Take me to dinner first"
pairing: Koriand'r x f! reader (has a pussy + fem pronouns) x Dick Grayson
summary: you & kori punish dick for vanishing
cw: cucking, voyeurism, fingering, pet names, implied poly, kori kinda doms u both
froggi yaps -> this is sooooo short im sorry </3 the real reason i never finish kinktober is cause writing smut burns me out >.< hopefully this is still enjoyable despite the length (thats what he said)
You whine at the feeling of Kori’s fingers curling inside of you. You arch your back, head falling back into the plush of her chest.
She has you spread out, each of her muscular thighs hooked over yours to keep you nice and open. You’re perfectly on display like this, the perfect sight to punish your boyfriend with.
Dick watches with a dry mouth while Kori’s middle and index fingers pump in and out of you, glistening with your slick. You know this must be killing him, you recognize the tension in his shoulders, the barely withheld restraint.
“Doesn’t she look so pretty like this?” She coos, making eye contact with Dick over your shoulder, “did you not miss this when you were away?”
Through the tears caught in your fluttering lashes, you can just barely make out the scrunched nose and slight flush of shame on Dick’s face. Good. It’s the least he can deal with given he ran away to Gotham and went radio silent for a week.
Dick wets his lips. “I-I missed you. Of course, I missed you. I—”
“You what?” Kori’s tone is icy.
Kori speeds up, her other hand reaching around to rub at your clit. The pleasure ties you up in knots, has you trying to close your legs only for her to pry them open all over again. You squirm in her arms but her pace doesn’t one falter, pads of her fingers pressing into that spot that makes your eyes roll back.
And then you’re falling apart in her arms, muscles spasming, blackspots clouding your vision. You soak Kori’s hands, the bedsheets, everything.
When you come to, she’s peppering kisses up your cheek and temple. “How’re you feeling, sunshine?”
“G-good.”
“Good,” she smiles at Dick, “if you ask really nicely, I’ll let you lick her clean.”
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