— Stargirl
Pairing: Dick Grayson x fem! reader (has a pussy + fem pronouns) x Wally West x Roy Harper x Garth x Victor Stone (at the same damn time!)
Summary: during a game of Never Have I Ever, you let it slip to your friends that you're insecure about having sex (& they set out to change that)
Word Count: 4.4k
Content/CW -> fem! reader (has a pussy + fem pronouns), gangbang, insecure! reader, inexperienced! reader, slight awkwardness, slight awkwardness, sleepover games, lots of praise, fingering, pussy eating, double penetration, face fucking, cum swallowing, lots of fluids, creampie, unprotected sex, mentions of aftercare
froggi yaps -> honestly i rewrote this twice and im still not happy w how it turned out but </3 i just needed to finish it and move on. i see why people don't write abt 5 men at the same time now :,) although i think i could finish the sex pollen ver. with just four of them...we'll see ;) enjoy
You wish you hadn’t said that. Based on the blank, owlish stares of your teammates, you’re not sure they’ll ever see you the same again.
Leave it to Wally West to pipe up first. “You’re joking.”
You shake your head, reaching for your half-empty cup of soda. The wide brim of the plastic helps hide the shame rushing to your face, your awkward, embarrassed smile comfortably hidden in the safety of a Solo Cup.
“You really think that?” It’s Garth that speaks next, quieter and more concerned than the speedster had been.
His eyes are stormy, lips pulled into a frown as he looks you up and down. You shrug weakly in response, discarding the cup back on the side table next to you.
It had been a mistake to do this, really. Half of the team away on some mission to find one of Rachel’s demon half-brothers, and the world oddly quiet for a night, it was Roy who’d suggested you all hang out. You risk a glance at the redhead, manspreading on the couch with an arm slung just behind Dick’s shoulders.
It’s not entirely his fault. Sure, he’d been the one to suggest you hang out, but it was Wally who’d suggested the game of Never Have I ever. The game that had just trapped you three rounds into the game with one simple phrase: Never have I ever had sex.
You’d hoped to quietly shrink away while the guys talked about their own experiences, ready to shrug yours off with a sly smile and ‘a lady never tells.’
But Victor Stone is far too observant for that, and all too late did you see that look in his eyes before he asked you why you weren’t drinking. And cornered by the five men, alone in the Titans living room, you froze.
You couldn’t lie to them. Literally couldn’t lie to them, given Dick and Victor would notice the slight shifts in your behaviour.
“I’ve done stuff,” you explained a little too quickly. “I just…never wanted anyone to see me like that.”
“Why?” Roy had asked.
It was a weak attempt at a self-depricating joke that brought on the stunned silence.
“Who would want all this?” You laughed, “I’ll spare them the trouble.”
And thus the silence had begun, each of the men in the room confused on how someone as gorgeous as you could be so insecure.
Garth still stares at you, not taking your shrug for an answer. His fingers are tight around his own cup, warping the plastic ever so slightly.
You cringe. “We really don’t need to talk about this, it was a joke and—”
“Any guy would be lucky to have you,” Roy says, and something in the way he looks at you has changed. “I hope you know that.”
It’s so sickly sweet coming from him, coming from any of them, that it takes you aback. You can only nod awkwardly, letting your eyes flutter closed and taking another drink while you hope this conversation comes to an end.
It doesn’t.
“Seven minutes in heaven,” Wally declares, followed by a string of groans.
Dick grins wickedly. “What, you want to make out with me in a closet?” “Tempting,” he says, shooting Dick an equally wicked grin. “But not for us.”
You know what he means immediately, shrinking in on yourself more. The very thought of being locked in a dark closet with any one of your very hot, very kind teammates has your heart racing. A wave of dizziness crashes over you.
“Seriously, Wally,” your voice shakes, “it’s fine.”
And then he leans close to you, lips barely an inch from yours. “You don’t want to spend seven minutes with me?”
Heat pulses in the pit of your stomach, rushing through your veins and straight to your face. Wally’s gaze burns you, bores holes through your pupils until you’re forced to look away.
“Who said it would be you?”
He gasps, wounded, and settles back into his seat. Garth cracks a smile from next to you, the ghost of a flush on his cheeks. You take a breath, trying to calm your uneven heartbeat.
“Then who would it be?” Victor asks, and suddenly your mouth is impossibly dry.
You shrug weakly. “I-I don’t know.”
The thought of any of them having you like that, seeing you like that, has more hot shame shower over you. You cross your arms over your stomach and lean back into the couch cushions.
“We could spin a bottle?” Roy offers unhelpfully, and it’s only now that it dawns on you that they’re being serious.
“Spin a bottle?” You say reluctantly.
“Or you could choose.” He’s grinning ear to ear, a knowing glint in his eyes. “Up to you.”
You finish the rest of your soda and find yourself wishing there was something a little stronger in your cup. “Spin the bottle it is.” It’s five minutes later that you’re sitting in a circle on the floor, an empty protein shaker bottle laid out in front of you. The men look almost comical like this—criss crossed like a bunch of school kids, eagerly watching as you lean forward and spin the cup.
You flick it hard, watching as it spins, and spins and spins. It slows on Dick, turns to Victor. You hold your breath. It slows more, sputtering on Wally before finally landing on Garth.
Relief splashes over you like cold water on your face. If it had to be anyone, you’re glad it’s Garth.
Wally crosses his arms over his chest, “lucky bastard.”
You pretend not to hear it.
You rise to your feet on shaky legs, Garth parroting the motion. The pantry—the designated ‘closet’ as Wally had declared it—stares at you mockingly. Each step feels weighted, like the floor is going to open and swallow you up right now. And part of you hopes it does.
Garth holds the door open for you, ushering you into the dark before following after and closing the door behind you. It’s a tight fit with the both of you, his broad shoulders blocking your only exit. You swallow.
“Hi,” he says.
“Hi.”
“How are you feeling?”
“Fine, I—we don’t have to do anything, you know? Not if you’re uncomfortable.”
“You’re so pretty,” he says quietly, taking a step towards you. “I hope you know that.”
A soft hand cups your chin, tilting your head to look at him. You gasp, lips parting just enough for him to brush over them with his thumb.His thumb dips between your lips, mouth instinctively closing around to suck on it.
He groans, a grin on his face. “You’re a natural, baby.” And then he’s popping his thumb out of your mouth and leaning in to kiss you, the salty taste of his skin flooding your mouth. One of his hands grips your hip while the other cups the back of your neck, pulling you as close to him as possible.
He juts a knee forward, angling you so you’re just barely resting on it. He grins it into you and you whimper, heat swelling in your clit, a new wetness spreading in your panties.
On instinct, you grind your hips down into him, little whines being swallowed up by Garth before anyone else can hear. He slides his hand up your side and under your shirt and bra, thumb swiping over your nipple.
“You’re so pretty,” he mumbles against your lips, trailing down to kiss along your jaw, “you make such pretty sounds.”
You tug at his hair, dark strands like silk between your fingers. Garth uses his leverage to grind your hips down harder, forcing you further down on his thigh. You moan, lewd and loud, echoing off the walls of the pantry.
Garth grins ear to ear, pulling his mouth away from where he’s been sucking on your neck and dropping to his knees in front of you. He’s quick to tug your pants down to your knees, kissing up your thighs. His thumb rubs circles on your clit, tongue greedily drinking up the wetness at your entrance.
You fist your hand in his hair, your other hand braced on the wall. YOu’re thankful for his strong hand on your hip still, knowing you would’ve dropped to the floor by now otherwise.
“You taste so good.”
“I-I do?”
He wraps his lips around your clit, nodding. “Mhm.”
You let your eyes flutter closed, focusing only on the feeling of Garth’s tongue exploring your folds and the way your knees shake unbearably around his shoulders.
“So pretty and you taste so good,” he looks up at you through those dark lashes, face covered in your juices. “I feel so blessed to taste such a pretty girl.”
You part your lips, about to say something when there’s a loud banging at the door.
“Seven minutes is up!” Wally calls, and you resist the urge to cry, feeling on edge from having Garth’s face buried between your legs.
He smiles apologetically, planting a quick kiss to your temple. “Sorry.”
You take a minute to redress yourself and gather your bearings, somewhat embarrassed by your disheveled appearance and your swollen lips. It’s silent when you sit back down, feeling the weight of everyone’s eyes on you.
You spin the bottle again, watching as it turns and turns, and lands right on Roy Harper. He tilts his head, red hair falling into his face, and flashes you that damn grin. Something warms in the pit of your stomach.
You’re shakier on your feet now, knees quivering with the fading pleasure of your ruined orgasm. Roy rests a gentle hand on the small of your back to guide you back to the pantry, dipping his head down to mumble in your ear.
“You alright?” He asks, “we don’t have to do anything if you’re overwhelmed.”
You shake your head, fighting back the spinning in your head and the racing in your chest. “I-I wanna.”
His smile only grows, “atta girl.”
Roy ushers you into the pantry and closes the door behind you, cheekily winking at the other guys before sealing the two of you in the dark. He takes a step towards you, chest pressing into you and a hand cupping your cheek.
“So,” he says, not breaking eye contact, “where did you and Garth leave off, hm?”
There’s something in the way he’s looking at you, something intense and deep and new. You look at him through your lashes, swallowing away your last bit of shame.
“He was…eating me out.”
“Mhm, and did you like it?” You can only nod, your mouth impossibly dry. Roy leans in, dipping his head down to slip his tongue in your mouth and run it along the length of yours. His other hand slips down into your pants, fingers rubbing along your folds.
You groan, Roy biting down on your lip and gently tugging. He slips a finger inside of you, the thickness of it making you clench down. Slowly, he pushes it all the way in and curls it into the sensitivity of your walls. You throw your head back, clawing at his shoulders.
Roy grins against your mouth, “you like that, pretty girl?”
You nod, breathless and at a loss for words. Roy slips another finger inside of you, scissoring them to better spread you open.
“Tell me,” he kisses his way down to your neck, “use your words.Tell me how good it feels.”
“F-feels so good, Roy, fuck.”
He grin, grazing his incisors on the side of your neck. “So pretty for me,” he groans, pumping his fingers faster. “How could you possibly think someone wouldn’t wanna see this?” Roy snatches your wrist with his free hand, dragging it down until you’re cupping the growing hard on in his jeans. He groans at your touch, curling his fingers harshly into your walls.
“That’s how gorgeous you are,” he mumbles, sucking on your collarbone. “See what you do to me?” You swallow, whimpering. Roy drops your hand, tugging your pants and panties down to the floor. He lowers himself to his knees, looking up at you from between your legs before hooking one of your knees over his shoulder.
His tongue finds its way to your clit, swirling around it while his fingers thrust in and out of you. You feel that heat starting to build in your tummy, your hand fisting in Roy’s hair and tugging until he moans against your pussy.
You’re so lost in everything that you don’t hear anyone knock until Roy pulls away, frowning at you from the floor.
“Times up,” it’s Dick this time, and you swear you hear the smirk in his voice.
You blink away the tears of frustration welling up in your eyes and go to grab your pants only for Roy to snatch your panties away and stuff them in his pocket.
“I don’t think you’ll be needing those.”
“Roy!”
You pull up your pants, the seam rubbing against your poor, sensitive pussy. Roy stands in front of you, helping you adjust your clothes, strong hands rubbing the wrinkles from your shirt.
You’re thankful for Roy’s guidance coming out of the closet, your own limbs bending like jelly with every step. You barely feel their eyes on you anymore, every feeling drowned out by the throbbing in your pussy and the way your juices are dripping down your legs.
You’re about to settle back into your spot on the floor, the conversation they’re having sounding distant and underwater, when Wally grabs you and tugs you into his lap. You stumble and fall right into him, too weak and blissed out to make a snide comment or fight back.
He presses a kiss to the side of your head. “Enjoying yourself?”
You hum in agreement, letting your head lull back and rest on his shoulder. He taps your face gently, “think you can keep going, baby?” You nod lazily, “need to cum.”
And then you’re spinning the bottle again, the colours a blur as it spins and spins and spins. You relax into Wally, feeling his hardness directly beneath your dripping pussy. You can’t help but rock your hips a little into him, trying to gain some friction.
The bottle slows to a stop right in front of Victor, who eyes the little rocking motions you’re making on Wally with a smile. Wally helps you to your feet, fingers hesitant to release your hips.
Vic half catches you in his arms, “someone’s eager.”
The cool metal of his body helps settle the scorching heat that’s had you sweating, his strong arms feeling like heaven around you. You grab at him desperately, the walk to the pantry a blur until he’s shutting the door and smashing his lips against yours.
Your hand trails down the metal of his torso until they reach the fabric of his pants, feeling around his crotchplate only to find he’s already loosened it. It clatters to the ground and then you’re wrapping your hand around his length, feeling how hard he already is for you.
Victor grabs at your ass, yanking down your pants and rubbing a thumb over your clit. You shiver, free hand pulling his head down so you can kiss him. The taste of his soda and something citrussy fills your mouth, the taste enough to make you whine.
“Fuck, you taste so good,” he groans. “Need to fuck you.” You nod wordlessly, squeezing the base of his length. His hands reach for your hips and then he’s pulling you into his arms and slamming your back against the shelves of the pantry. Packages fall, the shelves shake but lucky for you, stay intact.
You reach a hand between your flushed bodies to guide his tip to your dripping entrance, already thoroughly prepped from Garth and Roy. He slides in easily, the thickness of his cock stinging a little as it stretches you out.
You rest your head on his shoulders, moaning into his ear as he rocks his hips and bottoms out inside of you.
“You’re so tight,” he grunts. “Feels so good.”
“Vic, fuck, go faster.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
He picks up the pace, every slam of his hips knocking the breath from your body and making your back ache from where it hits the shelves. You bite down on your lip in an attempt to suppress the sounds slipping through, but that only makes him slam his hips into you harder.
“Make such pretty sounds for me, baby.” He coos, “look so, so pretty like this.” You rake your nails down his shoulders, desperate for anything to ground you while he fucks the life out of your pussy. His cock fills you so perfectly. Hitting every spot inside of you until your eyes are rolling back and you’re sure you can’t take anymore.
“Take it so good, baby, fuck.” And maybe it’s his lewd words or the edging you’ve experienced tonight but that’s all it takes for you to be sent over the edge, your orgasm rolling over you. Your pussy clamps down hard around his cock and you bury your face into his shoulder to keep yourself from screaming.
You cum so hard it feels like you’ve been flashbanged, your vision and hearing falling away from you. You’re vaguely aware of a knock on the door and some talking, and then you’re being moved away from the darkness of the pantry and back to the soft glow of the living room.
Victor’s at your side now, tapping your face. “You still with us?” You nod weakly, giving him a shaky thumbs up.
“Think you can keep going?” It’s Dick who asks, sitting on your other side, obvious hard on through his jeans.
You swallow. “I-I want to keep going.”
He shakes his head, just once, and then he’s shimmying himself out of his jeans and freeing his cock from his boxers. He taps the tip of it against your face, smearing his precum on your lips. You open your mouth, looking at him through your lashes while he slowly pushes himself inside.
The salty taste of him hits you immediately, followed by the stretch needed to take him into your mouth. Dick cups your chin, rubbing a thumb along the side of your mouth to get rid of any drool.
“You’re so pretty like this,” he says, “wish I could look at you forever.”
Someone lifts your hips slightly, slinging your legs over their shoulders and dipping their face between your legs. You squirm a little, pussy burning from the overstimulation. You blink a few times and just barely manage to make out Wally’s face between your legs.
He winks at you. “Enjoying the show?” You nod weakly, taking more of Dick in your mouth until he’s bottoming out in your throat. You gag, more drool and spit leaking out the corner of your mouth and dripping down your chin. He wipes it off with a smirk.
Wally’s tongue slips inside of you, lapping up the leftovers from your orgasm. His thumb rubs slow circles on your clit while his other hand is pressed against your stomach.
Dick pulls out for a minute, letting his cock hit your cheek and smearing spit along your skin. “Wally, switch.” And the redhead does what’s asked of him.
Dick lines his cock up with your entrance, a hand pressed over your stomach, while Wally rotates with him and rubs his hard cock against your mouth. Someone prods at your side and through your half-open eyes, you just barely make out Garth—hard and smiling sheepishly.
You grab his cock, squeezing the base a little too hard when Dick enters you in one, fluid motion. His cock makes you ache, the overstimulation already creeping up inside of you. You let your eyes flutter closed, mouth falling open to take Wally between your lips.
He slaps his cock on your tongue, taking his sweet time with you. The salty sweet taste of his precum lingers, the tip of his cock just barely nudging its way into your mouth. You look at him, hoping to shoot him an unimpressed look, only for Dick to snap his hips into yours hard.
Wally takes advantage of the moan that leaves your lips and pushes his cock further into your mouth. He uses his thumb to wipe up the spare drool leaking from the corner of your lips.
“You’re real cute, you know that?” “So cute,” Dick agrees, grunting.
One of Dick’s hands finds the backs of your legs, slinging them over your shoulder and pressing himself into you until your legs are folded into your chest. He’s so deep like this, leaving you so full that it’s hard to breathe. Your eyes flutter shut again as you try to focus on the feeling of Wally’s cock in your mouth, Dick in your pussy and Garth in your hand.
In, out, suck, stroke. You fall into a steady rhythm with them, every thrust making you just a little sloppier, a little more distracted. That familiar knot in your stomach builds much quicker this time, bursting at the seams until you’re coming undone with a loud whine.
Wally pulls his cock out, slapping it against your cheek and letting you breathe through your orgasm. It takes you a minute to come back to yourself, Dick fucking you through it slowly.
You blink at him with teary eyes. “Fuck.”
Garth wipes the sweat from your forehead. “How’s our pretty girl doing?” “G-good.”
“Good enough to keep going?” Wally asks, and you nod.
It’s a mess of hands and movement from there, Wally somehow getting beneath you and slipping his cock inside your pussy. Garth lays on top of you, positioning his own cock at your entrance.
You cringe, unsure if you’ll be able to even take both of them at once. Garth smiles sweetly, petting your cheek as he squeezes his way inside of you.
“That’s it, good girl. You can take it. Almost there.”
You’re sure you could cum from his words alone, your head spinning with the pleasure of it all. It’s a struggle but somehow, he manages to slip his cock inside of you.
Garth and Wally start out slow, rotating thrusts so that you’re always stuffed full of cock. Roy stands next to your mouth, prodding your moan-opened lips with his cock.
You open wide, letting him slip his cock inside and slowly bottom out in your throat. Dick stands by his side, stroking his own cock while he watches. Roy pulls out and suddenly Dick is slipping himself inside, pressing his tip to the back of your throat before pulling out and letting Roy take his turn.
Victor grabs your hand and wraps it around his length, helping you get into a rhythm of jerking him off. You gag on Roy’s cock, more spit and drool coming from your lips only to be wiped up by the tip of Dick’s cock, slipping into your mouth once Roy pulls his away.
Beneath you, Wally and Garth have found a perfect rhythm, slamming their cocks deep inside of you. The friction makes you ache, Garth’s hand pressed firmly into your pelvis making you feel them even more. It would hurt if you hadn’t already came twice, if they hadn’t already taken their sweet time prepping you.
“So messy,” Roy teases, slapping your cheek with his cock.
“A pretty mess,” Dick corrects him.
Roy slips his cock back into your mouth, bottoming out. You hollow your cheeks and suck hard, bobbing your head as much as you can while your pussy is attacked by the two other men.
The world around you becomes a blur until Roy is cumming on your face, sticking his cock in your mouth so you can swallow the rest. You look at him while he cums, eyes teary and face a mess from them fucking you, and it only makes him cum harder.
Your head lulls to the side, taking deep breaths before Victor is replacing Roy’s cock in your mouth and Dick is grabbing your hand to jerk himself off.
It’s Wally that finishes next, your pussy too tight with both of them stuffed inside you that he can’t pull out. Hot ropes of it fill you, flooding your womb and dripping through the gaps between their cocks and your pussy. You gasp at the feeling, clenching down around them as your own orgasm hits.
You suck hard on Victor’s cock while you cum, grateful for something to distract you from the burning feeling flooding your body. He grabs the back of your head and pulls it down, holding you still while he finishes in your throat. You swallow it greedily, half aware and dripping wet while Garth still fucks into you.
Dick taps your cheek, turning your head and sticking his cock into your mouth. He groans at the feeling, “doing so good, baby. Almost there. Almost.”
Garth must have finished sometime when you were cumming, your pussy suddenly so full it aches. Him and Wally have gone still inside you, neither one wanting to pull out.
Dick bottoms out inside your throat and then he’s cumming, too, hot strands filling your mouth until you swallow it all in one big gulp. He leans down and presses a kiss to your lips.
“Did so fucking good baby,” he gasps. “So good.”
There’s a chorus of agreements that are all drowned out by how fuzzy your head feels, the world around you hot and blurry.
Slowly, the mess of bodies disappears until Garth is pulling out, cum gushing from your pussy and dripping down your thighs. He pulls you up into his arms, holding you steady so that Wally can get up. You stumble, falling into him, tired enough you’re sure you could sleep for a thousand years.
He kisses the top of your head. “How are you feeling?” “Tired,” you admit, and he laughs softly.
Wally sandwiches you between him and Garth, kissing your temple. “You did so good, baby. Let’s get you some water and then we’ll clean you up, hm?”
It’s an hour later that you’ve been fed, hydrated and wiped clean that Victor’s carrying you to bed. Despite the ache between your thighs and in your jaw, despite the way they’d ravaged you only an hour earlier, you can’t help but think that there’s no place you’d rather be.
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