Stephanie Brown/Fem!Reader
Oneshot - 959 words
Rating: Mature
College buddies, cisfem reader, a little bit of comphet and unrequited worry, fingering, silly banter
"'m tired..."
You mumble the words, your cheek against the sheets of the bed you failed to make this morning. Her hand trails up your side. She's eager. You can tell from the way she walks her fingers back and forth, treading your skin like earth.
"I just wanna cuddle," she says.
You had invited her over to your dorm for a study session, except you were also two drinks and half a blunt into the night, and now your thoughts had mellowed out into a comfortable hum. Between classes and a busy shift at work, you were ready to zonk out.
Maybe. The truth is, there's a lot the human body can put up with when it's sufficiently horny enough.
It wouldn't have been the first time you slept around with her. One fateful study session half a month past breaking up with her boyfriend (romantic) and she decided she needed to get to know you better than her other girlfriends (platonic).
"Who needs men anyway?" She asked cheekily as she fingered you on her lap. Your legs were resting, ironically, between your anatomy textbook and a set of neatly penned flashcards. Maybe she's bisexual, but you had remained a friend when the next guy rolled around.
Right now she's in a dry spell, so here you are.
"I'm pmsing. I taste like blood right now."
"Better than some how guys taste."
You're not sure that's true, but you haven't gone far enough with a guy to know for sure.
Your attempt at convincing her otherwise falls flat as she presses a soft, hungry kiss against your cheek, your jaw, your neck. Her nails scratch lightly on your sides again as she slips behind you to spoon.
The little twin mattress creaks as she shifts her weight. She's warm, warmer than the school's radiator has ever gotten you these past months. She mimics her boyfriend and her legs slap against yours, rubbing nothing but bare pelvis on your ass. You blush anyway.
"If you're sore baby, I can help."
She's not facing you, but you can already imagine the lopsided smile on her face, spitting out a line like that. It's so friendly outside of the dorm. Baby, honey, sweetie- your mutual friends laugh. She grins making eye contact with you, knowing no one questions it. You enjoy the thrill of it in public, but you like it better when it's just for you.
That's how you learned, even when she's joking, she means it.
Fingers dig into your breasts like they're clay. Pottery was an art credit you realized you were shit at, but you imagine she'd be much better. She draws a moan out of you, her hand slowly trailing up your body, pinching the tip of your breasts, and kneading. Her other hand presses your leg backwards, moving your thigh between each of hers. Her legs are muscular. You've never seen her work out more than jogging a little. She tells you she has a special workout late at night at some points of the week. You've asked if that was a euphemism, but you're starting to think she wasn't just fucking with you.
Your hair mixes with her golden locks when you lean your head back against her shoulder. Sitting up slightly, she looks down at you, flint blue eyes studying your features. Boldness finds you when you reach a hand up to thread through her bangs.
"Do I feel good?"
It's not a question someone asks unless they were explicitly looking for validation. For a moment she places her confidence onto you, and like the masochist you are, you tell her yes, returning the reigns to her.
Leaning down, she traces the shell of your ear with her tongue and talks low and sexy, balanced out with a giggle. She's not taking herself too seriously, but it's not condescending. She likes this, and she likes you. You briefly wonder how many guys have gotten the same treatment.
That thought erases itself when her left hand dips low into your pajama shorts. It's warm between your thighs, and even warmer under your panties.
"I'll take care of you if you won't."
It's a dare.
Your lips latch onto the underside of her neck, pulling the thin flesh between your teeth. Her jaw moves above you, and you revel hearing her breath halt. You hope someone sees it. You hope she doesn't cover it up.
Her middle finger pushes between your folds and directly against your clitoris. Your legs flutter like wings and she cages you in as you readjust.
"Straight to the point tonight?"
"I told you I wanted to take care of you."
The feeling of her chest rising and falling beats steady behind you.
"You get off on this, you- you meanie."
She snorts into your hair, but doesn't stop the pace of her hand. Then she moves to kiss your forehead, half sweet, half patronizing.
"Of course I get off on it. No one else gets riled up like you do."
You wish you could say you lasted a little longer, but she's gotten used to figuring out the rhythm you respond to best. Softening under her, she relaxes in kind. Your breathing is nearly twice as fast as hers, and you create a tempo with her.
"Do you like me Steph?"
You ask, facing the chipping wall of your dorm. Your eyes scan the shapes like they can tell you the future, but her answer comes much too soon for you try and get ahead of your expectations.
"Of course I do."
Your breathing slows to the same speed as hers, but you're just as nervous.
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