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Cardinal Sins Chapter 4

𓅪 Living with your vigilante boyfriends for the past year has been amazing, well, almost. Butting heads, old wounds resurfacing and a deadly threat still looming overhead could threaten the sanctity of everything you've ever fought for. Will you finally overcome your tainted past and survive the trials and tribulations, or will your relationships and your faith crumble under the pressure?

Rated: E | TW: mentions of alcoholism | 8k Contains: arguments, girls night, 69, oral, anal sex, dick riding, squirting, fingering, break ins fem!Reader x Jason Todd x Roy Harper [masterlist] Previous in Series: Art of Rehabilitating Snowbirds

Chapter 4: Don't Worry Baby

Over the next few weeks, Roy begins to disappear for hours at a time.

Jason doesn’t seem particularly disturbed by this new development, but you can’t help but feel a twinge of jealousy spark.

He’s been MIA for two-three hours each night for the past week before you finally break.

You have no trouble taking care of Lian and you don’t mind hanging out with Jason, but regardless, you deserve to know where your other boyfriend has been disappearing off to.

“Where does he keep going?” You finally ask Jason one night as you cuddle on the couch. You’d just put Lian to sleep and Jason insisted on watching a horror flick with you.

On the screen, a dude is being ripped in half by a chainsaw. Your lip instantly turns up slightly in distaste. Could the movie be considered horror so much as gore? Are those not two different genres?

Apparently not.

“Try not to sound so jealous, babe,” Jason shrugs nonchalantly, “I wouldn’t worry about it too much.” You glare at him, shifting in his muscular arms so you can better face him to pout. “What?”

“So, when you guys were dating, he’d just disappear like this and you wouldn’t care?”

“No,” He responds like it’s obvious.

“Okay,” You drawl, “so, shouldn’t we be concerned?”

With all the recent shit with Cadmus, coupled with the death of Guardian, you knew it couldn’t be easy for Roy. Contrarily, every time you made to ask, he’d say he’s still coming to terms with it before conveniently changing the subject.

All that being said, your inner jealousy flickers at the irrational possibility he’s in someone else’s bed.

As if hearing your ridiculous thought, Jason finally turns his attention from the TV to address you.

“He’s not fucking cheating,” Jason rolls his eyes and disturbs your cuddling cocoon to pause the movie. At your finger in the air and mouth poised to debate, he quickly rebuts your other argument before it can slip past your plump lips, “And no, he’s not at a fucking bar.”

You start to ask him how he knows for sure when the elevator stops on the floor and a sheepish Roy trudges in.

“Hey,” He nods his head at the two of you nonchalantly as he patters about the kitchen before joining the two of you, shirtless, with a water bottle. Instead of cuddling up, Roy remains at the other end of the couch with Jason’s feet in his lap.

“Sup,” Jason’s already invested back in the movie, having hit play soon after Roy had made his entrance.

“Chainsaw Massacre?”

“Yup,” Jason doesn’t even bother to look away from the screen, popping the ‘p’ at the end distractedly. That’s all they say. You must look between the two of them like they’re crazy because Jason asks, “What?”

“Seriously?” You ask incredulously.

He’s really not going to question where Roy’s been?

“I’m not going to ask ‘what’ again, babe.” Regardless of his dry humor, his hands continue to gently drag up and down your skin from under your shared blanket.

Roy peers at you out of the corners of his eyes. As soon as your eyes lock, however, his guiltily retreat forward again.

“Jay treat you right tonight, princess?” His shoulders are tense, nearly squared, as he pretends to follow along with the massacre on the screen.

Your eyes never leave the side of his face. You watch as he visibly swallows under your heavy gaze.

“I always like it when it’s the three of us,” You reply pointedly, “but maybe that’s just me.”

Jason’s obviously deriving way too much pleasure from seeing Roy get the brunt of your heat for once. Regardless, he remains silent as he observes the two of you out of his peripheral.

“I like it too, baby,” Roy cautiously scoots closer to you and you allow it. He wriggles around a bit, crushing your fucking calves as he kicks off his jeans, leaving him in just his boxers and trucker cap. “Sorry,” He says about your legs before finally giving in and allowing himself to be absorbed into the cuddle pile.

You bite your tongue as best you can, trying to ignore how good the massage he’s giving you feels, but it only lasts for so long.

“Roy,” You can tell he already knows where this is going based on the way his hands are still on your shoulders. “Where were you tonight?”

Jason and Roy are lounging side-by-side on the widest part of the sectional, with you sitting on either half of their laps. To face Roy, you have to shuffle a bit, but he ends up coaxing you to straddle his lap instead. Jason briefly fusses with the blanket before throwing an arm around Roy’s shoulders.

“She’s been worried,” His eyes resituate back on the screen as soon as he settles beside the two of you.

“Not you, though?” Roy snorts. Jason’s lack of response is answer enough and soon Roy’s smile falls. “I’ve just dealing with the aftermath of everything,” He runs his smooth hands along the bare expanse of your skin, pushing up the edge of his over-sized shirt of his that you stole to rub gentle circles into your hips, “It’s been hard to come to terms with everything, even still.”

“Why do you feel like you need to do it alone?”

“That’s not what I’m doing.”

“That’s exactly what you’re doing,” You counter resolutely.

He quiets instantly. His verdant eyes search yours for salvation he seems to realize only truly comes from within, something that breaks the core of your very being. You want to be there to take the pain away, you want to be the one to take away his pain. You know Jason feels the same. The fact of the matter is, you and Jason can support Roy all you want, but only if he lets the two of you in first.

The sudden blood-curdling scream from the TV scares the shit out of you and sends you flying into Roy’s chest. He wraps his arms around you without a second thought, though your boyfriend’s annoying laughter is what follows.

Jason finally fucking pauses the movie to join the conversation. You stare at the side of his face, noting how constipated he looks as he tries to find the right words.

Meanwhile, you can’t ignore the feeling of Roy’s unwavering gaze.

“We love you, Roy,” Jason’s voice sounds slightly monotonous, but the way his Adam’s apple bobs in the wake of his words tells you and Roy everything you need to know. “I talk to you guys about my shit; she talks to us about her shit. Why wouldn’t you be able to open up to us, too?”

You try not to stare at Roy as he works out his words, but you can’t help it. You love him, every inch of him and you can’t imagine your life without him. You want him to tell you what’s on his mind, you want him to come to you with what keeps him up at night, you want to be the one to make it better.

Now and always.

“I don’t want to be a burden,” Is what he finally chokes out.

“Do you fucking hear yourself, Roy Harper?” Your eyebrows furrow together in anger.

“How can I not when I let you get captured?” Roy rubs at his face irritably. “I fucking let myself get scared and got so fucking caught up in it that I couldn’t even protect the ones I love. Not even my fucking clone,” He begins to ramble, “and it’s weird I fucking feel that protective over him when he and Will were the reasons I nearly drank myself to death in the first place. I just…” He trails off, “ I don’t know how to feel.”

“And that's okay,” You emphasize. “You’re processing some crazy, traumatic shit, baby.”

He nods and both of you wait for him to collect his thoughts.

“The whole thing just fucking triggered me. Like, it threw me back to that moment in time. All those years wasted in that wretched place, all the resentment that stuck with me because of it,” Roy sighs. “I feel like I let you down by letting you come on the mission and then not even being able to keep my cool enough to protect you,” He snorts humorlessly. “Fuck, I sound like Jay after that gala shit.”

He looks at you guilty for bringing it up, but you merely nod in response, “We were talking about the similarities that night, post mission.”

Roy looks confused until Jason fills him in on your prior conversation, “You were asleep. We didn’t want to wake you, but yeah,” Jason clears his throat, awkwardly looking off to the side as he does so, “I felt that same shit. Just know you’re not alone, love.”

He pulls the two of you in for a bone crushing hug.

When he pulls away, he heaves out a great sigh, “I’ve never had the urge to drink so much as I have these past few weeks,” He watches the two of your reactions carefully before continuing, “I’m, like, feeling really squirrely.” You and Jason watch with the same level of concern as he scratches at his forearms briefly before stopping. “I’ve been upping my meetings, but I can’t deny that I never finished all my steps considering the programs some religious bullshit half the time, but the talking helps. I tried to do the steps in a way that felt logical and authentic for me from my Native upbringing, but, yeah,” He looks dejected, “I never technically followed the program the way they wanted, so it’s always been sorta difficult to feel fully healed.”

You don’t know what to say, but you know you want to comfort him.

“How can we help you, baby?”

Roy looks up at you sheepishly, “I just have to go to my meetings, maybe talk with Leslie again,” He nods Jason’s way. “I know I can’t let it seep through to the point that Lian notices, though,” Roy’s begun scratching again and doesn’t seem to realize it until you and Jason place your hands over his to cease the action. “Sorry.”

He looks seconds away from tears and you feel yourself very much in the same boat.

“Baby,” You coo helplessly as you gather him in your arms.

You feel his tears hit you before his sniffles hit your ears. It only makes you pull him in closer as he falls apart. Jason guides the two of you to the floor in his secure grip as Roy crumbles.

“She’s fuckin’ old enough now to remember all this shit,” Roy’s always been an ugly crier, oozing every ounce of his essence into each slick tear and snot-ridden wail. You and Jason hold him through every sob that wracks his tired body. “I can’t let her see me like this, I can’t slip up like I did, I can’t-”

Jason cuts off his shallow, panicked breaths with his calming rumble, “You won’t.”

“I won’t?” Roy sniffles loudly, snorting excess snot back into his nose in a way that leaves you cringing, though you hold onto him regardless. “How do you know?”

“Because you’re this worried about it, baby,” You say it like it’s obvious. “Being worried shows concern and shows you’re actively avoiding making that mistake. If you weren’t concerned, well, that’d be more concerning.”

He nods half-heartedly, but Jason continues where you left off anyway.

“You’re not going to mess anything up and you’re not going to mess our little girl up any more than normal parents mess their kids up,” Roy opens his mouth to say something, but Jason cuts him off, “Especially not with your addiction, love.” Roy doesn’t seem so convinced. Jason releases his grip on Roy to face where him with you curled up in his freckled arms. “She’s our daughter, Roy. No parent’s perfect, but you fucking try, Roy. Listen, you’ll piss her off when you have to go on long missions and leave her behind; she’ll curse at you when you tell her no social media until she’s 12 and that she can’t date until she’s a Sophomore,” His eyes burn earnestly into Roys. “She’ll blame you for not having a normal job and having to move so much; she’ll scream at you when she realizes you’ve lied to her about being a hero, but she’ll always love you and she’ll always look up to you. She’s our daughter, Roy.”

“I love you, Jay,” Roy allows Jason to wipe away his tears. “You both always know what to say to make me feel better.”

Jason shrugs, looking at you, “It’s true.”

You feel Roy shift and look up to see him looking down at you earnestly, “Don’t cry for me, princess.” He slowly wipes away tears you hadn’t realized you’d let slip with his thumb. You can’t help but smile at his ridiculous request. He leans over and captures your lips in a sweet, sloppy kiss that leaves a trail of, what you hope is, spit behind. He looks down at you through half-lidded eyes before murmuring lowly, “It’s gonna be okay.”

“Isn’t that what I should be telling you?” You scoff lightly, pulling him down slot your lips gently against his wet ones.

“It’s gonna be okay,” He says again as he rests his freckled forehead against yours. “Don’t worry, baby.”

•••

You do end up worrying.

Endlessly.

Jason’s in the exact same boat, something he only mentions when Roy’s at his meetings and never in front of Lian.

Needless to say, your trio’s been on edge with Roy’s recent struggles.

The majority of your group’s energy has been rightfully focused on making sure Roy stays safe and healthy. Unfortunately, this means other dynamics in the relationship get lost in the woodwork. Other dynamics being, of course, your fiery spats with Jason.

Regardless of all the headway you’ve made with Jason and your arguments, it was only a matter of time before someone slipped up. Shit like Joker escaping sets you and Jason off to the point that both of you are back to acting like you aren’t each other’s main support systems right now.

You don’t blame Roy. You know Jason doesn’t either. There are always going to be times when one of you needs more love and support than other times, hell, there are days when one of you needs more attention, so, that’s what happens. No, you can only blame yourself for reveling in the past few days, argument free, with Jason. Instead of using the ceasefire to work further on the relationship, you’d both gotten lost in each other.

By the time Roy gets home, you and Jason are already at each other’s throats.

You know both of you don’t want him seeing this. Roy’s already stressed enough, but neither of you can stop.

“With Joker on the loose, it’s an opportunity for justice.”

“You mean vengeance,” You say without missing a beat.

“God,” Jason runs frustrated hands through his raven locks. “Stop trying to sound like that fucking deadbeat.”

“He’s not a deadbeat, Jason.”

“Jason,” Roy tries to wedge between the two of you, but neither you nor Jason back down.

“I’m not sitting here arguing with you about Bruce. It’s fucking weird,” He dismisses you with a disgusted face.

“Why?!”

You wish he’d just admit outright that he has an issue with you being seen as part of the family.

“Roy got his justice with Cadmus,” He completely avoids your question. “Why not me? Us?”

You see his point, but it’s not enough to calm your worries.

You just got your real family, you can’t loose them.

Not now.

“Bruce will-” You start, only to have him immediately cut you off.

“I don’t give a fuck about Bruce. If he’s truly the father he claims to be he’d love me,” He looks off to the side uncomfortably as he broaches a topic he never has before, “us, regardless of the blood on our hands; regardless of the sins.”

You don’t want to risk it out of your own petty fear.

“Jason,” You trail off, feeling your frustration bubble over.

The only reason you’d stopped him from killing Joker at the dockyards was to prevent Jason and, subsequently, you from the family. If you weren’t willing to part with Bruce and the Batfam then, how could you now?

How is Jason so willing to lose the people he loves over the death of one man?

“Listen, if push comes to shove and I get another chance,” Jason takes your hands into his own. “I will end him once and for all. For you and Babs, for all the innocent people he’s hurt. And, you know what? Selfishly for me.”

Your stomach churns uncomfortably. You see both sides of the situation, but it sure as hell doesn’t make it any easier.

“I don’t know if I’ll let you.”

His eyes grow emotionless again as his hands slip from yours and into his gym-short pockets.

“Please,” Jason smirks, though there’s no amusement behind it. “You couldn’t stop me if you tried.”

“Already have,” You taunt back, ignoring Roy’s pleas for the two of you to calm down.

“That was then,” His deep voice booms across the cold apartment. “I won’t let you get to my head this time. That was my mistake.”

“Your mistake was listening to me?”

“Maybe,” He shrugs indifferently just to piss you off. You try not to let it, but it ends up doing exactly what he’d meant it to.

“Good to know,” You mutter, feeling your feet move before your brain can catch up. You’re not going to sit here and take this pointless back and forth.

No, you refuse.

Jason scoffs, “You’re leaving? One little fight and you’re just ditching?”

“Fuck you, Jason,” You brush past him, stripping off his t-shirt you’re wearing and throwing it in his face as you do.

He angrily throws the shirt to the ground, stomping behind you as you make your way into the master closet. To spite him further, you change into one of your skimpiest outfits.

Once you’re clothed, you turn around to face Jason’s cross-armed ire.

“Guys, come on,” Roy picks the shirt up off the floor, following anxiously after the angry train.

“Seriously,” Jason continues to taunt you. “One little argument and you’re running off to Damian again?”

You stop in your tracks, completely dumbfounded by his accusation. Does he seriously think so low of you, or is this just another example of him saying hurtful things in a fight?

You test the simmering waters. “Do you really think of me as some whore?”

“Don’t ask me that right now,” He growls, blocking your exit out of the closet.

Roy sighs as he takes in the misplaced passion.

“You know what? Fuck you, Jason,” You angrily finish slipping into your heels before clomping past him. “Sorry that shit was so much fucking better before I was here.”

Another point of contention has been your jealousy that they were officially together long before you. You know it makes no sense, really, you do, but what part of jealousy is ever rational?

It seems like every time you get in an argument, Jason will look at Roy like the issue is solely yours. Like you’re this obvious outlier because their previous years had been, for the most part, argument free.

You hate it.

Hell, even when Jason and Roy do fight, 9 out of 10 times, it never escalates much past some griping and the cold shoulder for an hour or two.

“You know that’s not true,” His voice is deadly serious.

You don’t offer another word as you storm into the elevator and place the call. The other line picks up as the doors begin to shut on a pissed-off Jason and a worn-down Roy.

Regardless of your captivated audience, you don’t hold back the desperation in your voice.

“I need to see you.”

The doors clank shut as you get your response.

•••

You arrive at the restaurant first.

It’s one of those new, shitty gentrified places that stand out horribly against the historic grime of the buildings surrounding it. The restaurant boasts the best views of Gotham’s waterways in the city, but you’re just here for the overpriced drinks.

Besides, you’re really not in the mood to argue in favor of Waffle House over this place, so.

You called last minute, but you weren’t expecting to wait alone this long. You’re getting lost in thought when someone startles you out of it.

“Hope you don’t mind that I brought a friend.” The voice startles you. You jump, hoping to cover it up by turning around on your swivel stool, but you’ve been made. “Didn’t mean to scare you, beautiful.”

You roll your eyes, “Oh, it’s you.” You say in faux monotony before turning to the redhead beside Steph with a more enthusiastic welcome. “Babs! How are you?” You slide from your seat to bend down and give her a warm hug.

“You look stunning,” Babs gives you a once over before giving you two thumbs up.

Steph huffs, “Oh, yeah, yeah. I forgot you have a redhead kink.”

“Fuck you!” You smack her on the shoulder with a wide smile before dropping your teasing act to pull her in for a hug, too.

The three of you move away from the bar, finding a seat where you remove a chair so Babs is able to pull up to the table. The rambunctious chatter surrounding you coupled with your friends now being here only amplifies the cottony-residue your drink has left in your brain.

Though the entire restaurant is packed, it’s dying down for the night. The two tables beside you leave within a few minutes of your group sitting down, leaving you with more freedom to talk about why you called Steph over here in the first place.

“What did we come to bail you out from tonight?” Steph, always one to get straight to business, doesn’t bother beating around the bush any further.

You sigh, absentmindedly stirring your drink with your straw before inhaling the whole thing. The alcohol burns your throat, instantly filling your stomach with warmth that leaves you shivering in the aftermath.

“Shit,” You say, scrunching up your face as the overwhelming taste takes over your mouth.

“Damn, that bad?”

“Maybe,” You snort at Babs’ question. “I dunno,” You stir the ice in the empty glass, absentmindedly watching as it clinks around before lifting your head to face your friends.

“So, you’re gonna be stubborn, then?” Steph huffs before calling over the waiter.

Babs catches on to something your tipsy brain obviously doesn’t. She smiles devilishly as Steph mutters something to the tired-looking waiter, then moves to distract you before you can question it.

Listen, you know you’re tipsy. You also know that both these women know exactly how to get you to talk.

Two shots and a half a drink later, you can’t hold back any longer.

Yes, you’re a fucking lightweight now.

It’s been so long since you’ve gotten shitfaced. You know you’re going to regret all of this in the morning, but right now? Right now, you’re having a fucking ball.

Babs is teasing you about your pronunciation, or lack thereof. Meanwhile, Steph keeps bringing up old inside jokes that leave your sides in stitches.

“Soo,” Steph starts, “what happened to the happy throuple?” You wince, motioning for Babs to hand you the shot in front of her. She easily obliges. “That is what this is about, right?”

“Jason and I can’t stop arguing,” You finally huff out with a tipsy pout before downing the burning liquid.

“Jason argues with everyone,” Babs states as if it’s obvious.

“Yeah,” You roll your eyes, “everyone except Roy.”

Babs and Steph share a look as if they already have you all figured out. Hell, they probably had you figured out from the moment you begged them to meet you.

“Well,” Steph starts, “first of all, you guys are the cutest couple, throuple,” She corrects herself, “I’ve ever seen.”

Babs doesn’t miss a beat, “Second, I guarantee you Jason and Roy argue more than you’re letting on. You might just be overreacting because you’re hurt. Has it just been recently?”

You pout even more, crossing your arms as you slump down in the booth like a petulant child, “Maybe.”

Steph snorts like your tipsiness is the cutest, most pathetic thing she’s seen, “I don’t know what advice we can offer you considering neither of us have ever been in any kind of situation like this before, you lucky fuck,” Stephanie adds the last part teasingly. “What I do know is that you guys have been making it work for over a year now-“

“And years before that!” Babs adds, referencing your high school years when the three of you were unknowingly chasing after each other.

“And years before that,” Steph agrees. “You all love each other dearly. I’m sure it hasn’t been easy now that…” She trails off unsurely, noting how you seem to straighten at the shift in conversation. She clears her throat, “Now that Joker escaped.”

“Yeah,” Your tone makes it clear you’re not wanting to talk further on the subject. If anything, it only proves her point further. “It only adds to it that Roy’s been struggling ever since Cadmus. I don’t blame him, obviously, but it does have an effect on us.”

“Kon knows what he’s going through. Well, about as much as anyone can, I guess. They should talk.”

You think back to Roy mentioning meetings not helping and wonder if this could offer the shift he needs. At the very least it could offer some solace.

She gives you Kon’s number while Babs presses deeper.

“Joker and Cadmus are all big, sure, but you’re forgetting you’ve gone through major changes too. I mean, you’ve just started out on patrol,” Babs adds. She lowers her voice, leaving you and Steph to lean across the table to catch her words, “Being a vigilante is draining. It can weigh on you like no other and if you don’t get a safe outlet, it can leak out in other, less than healthy ways.”

You nod, nursing the last remnants of your drink.

“How do you guys cope?”

Steph smiles, “Painting.”

“Reading,” Babs offers. “Making sure I’m practicing self care and all those good things. It’s important to know when you’re reaching your limit too. Do you think this is what that is?” You stare at her quizzically until she continues, “I just mean, could this maybe be an emotional response triggered by you reaching your limit without you realizing it? Jason too?”

“I-“ You start, trailing off as you get lost in the way the condensation forms on your cup. “I don’t know.”

These past few months have really been the first few times you’ve been out in the field with them. Maybe none of you were quite ready for the emotional toll it would take.

Maybe… No, you know Babs’ is right.

You sigh.

“Everyone goes through challenging times,” Babs places a comforting hand over your own. “Try not to read too much into things that aren’t actually there, yeah? You’ll just end up creating more problems than you know what to do with and the actual cause will go ignored.”

“Damn, Babs, do you charge by the hour?” Babs feigns being scandalized until Steph rolls her eyes, “I mean as, like, a therapist, you fucking weirdo.”

“Considering the debt I’m still paying off to GU, I’ll take what I can get,” Babs jests back easily.

“Drinks are on me then tonight, ladies!” Stephanie orders another round before settling back into her seat. “So,” She leans in with a mischievous smirk and diabolically clasped hands, “I may have some tea.”

“About the GCPD officer?” You ask.

Babs just laughs while Stephanie looks disgusted, “Oh, no, fuck that. That lasted maybe a few months after I told you about him.”

“Couldn’t see past him being a pig?”

“Jesus,” Steph cackles around your name. “You know Grayson’s a cop, don’t you?”

“Detective,” Babs corrects. “Besides, we all knew it wouldn’t last. Steph’s had her sights set on Tim ever since he ditched her sophomore year.”

She blushes as if confirming Babs’ statement, “Yeah, yeah. Whatever. It’s ancient history, anyway.”

“Not from what I saw,” You add cheekily, referring back to how close she’d been with Tim and Conner on your mission to Cadmus. “Seems like you have two tall, dark, handsome men to keep you company now.”

“How the fuck did you catch onto my situationship so fast when it took you five years to notice the three men chasing after you?” Steph seems absolutely dumbfounded.

You ignore the dig, “Situationship?”

Steph sighs, “We fucked.”

You and Babs share shocked, if not impressed, looks.

“You and Timmy or all three of you?” The look she sends both of you answers everything. “Oh, no fucking way! Chrismukkah is going to have two Kryptonians now?”

“Fuck you, Babs.”

“Seems like your dance card’s already pretty full, doll.”

The three of you cackle loud enough to finally be booted from the closing restaurant.

Outside, the three of you linger a bit longer as you wait for Tim to pick the three of you up.

“That’s odd,” He says as he fiddles with Barbra’s chair.

“Do you need help?” You stumble toward him to bear some of the wait, but he waves your tipsy self off with a laugh.

“Not the wheelchair,” As if to prove his point, he folds it easily and stows it away just as fast. “I just didn’t expect those tunnels to be under construction.”

You quirk a questing brow but easily follow his line of sight to the group of construction workers hauling materials some ways off.

“Tunnel talk,” You slur.

“Yes,” He nods in amusement. “I thought they’d been abandoned two or three years back, but I guess not.”

“TIMOTHYYY!!!” Stephanie whines from the front seat, banging against the window as if she’s trapped. “WAFFLE HOUSE.”

He laughs in response as he helps you into the car before climbing behind the wheel, “How much did you guys drink, anyway?”

“’nough to call you for a ride, Timbo,” Babs slurs from beside you in the backseat. She belches loudly, then pats you on the knee, “Bless you.”

“Thank you,” You nod back, completely, drunkenly serious.

“Jesus,” Tim mutters as he totes the three of you over to the greasy, breakfasty wonder that is Waffle House.

By the time you’ve scarfed down your order, you’re definitely feeling slightly more sober.

•••

As if they’d tried to stay up waiting for you, Jason’s slumped over on a sleeping Roy. You note with a hint of tipsy amusement that his fabled reading glasses have fallen onto Roy’s lap.

You slip past them quietly to get ready for bed. When you open the door to leave the bathroom, you’re startled to find Jason right there. Beyond him, you see Roy sleepily hanging back as he gets changed for bed.

Jason seems to take your response the wrong way and steps back to let you pass. You definitely didn’t like how he’d prevented you from leaving the closet, but right now, you’d been taken aback because you thought they’d still be asleep on the couch. That, coupled with secretly having finished off the box of pregnancy tests, you’re on a bit more edge than usual.

“Sorry,” You attempt, though his face has already fallen.

He sheepishly rubs at the back of his head, watching as you join Roy on the bed.

“Sorry,” He murmurs back eventually. It’s nearly loud enough for you to catch, yet nearly quiet enough to leave you wondering if you’d imagined it.

Though you really want to be an asshole and snuggle up extra to Roy, you avoid the petty temptation and drift off.

•••

There’s nothing beautiful about this morning.

Absolutely nothing, as you rest your head against the cold porcelain of the toilet, dry heaving whatever’s left in your gurgling stomach.

If it’s not even light out, can it really even be considered morning?

It’s to no one’s surprise that as soon as you bolted from the bed, your boyfriends worriedly, read: sleepily, followed behind.

“You okay, baby?” Roy yawns as he gathers your hair to hold back for you.

You look at him, then back at the destroyed toilet.

Jason’s deep morning voice grumbles sarcastically, “Can’t handle your alcohol anymore?”

He’s standing some way off, but he looks as if he’s waiting for your cue to come closer.

“Joker serum has nothing on vodka.”

He chortles and you startle at the noise, having expected a lecture or another fight. This is his olive branch. You take it.

“How are you feeling?”

“Like shit,” You sigh. “From the alcohol and the fight.”

“Same.”

“I hate when we fight,” He moves closer to your crumpled form on the floor to take your soft hands into his calloused ones.

“Same,” He breathes as if it’s a weight that’s finally been released. “I’m sorry.”

“I am, too.”

He squeezes your hands before helping you up, causing your stomach to flutter.

Jason gently tucks your hair behind your ears before offering you your toothbrush, “You know you called me like 10 times last night, right?”

Your brushing halts, “You’re fucking with me.”

Oh, shit. What the fuck had you said?

“’Jason, I want to suck your dick,’ ‘Jason, you’re such a cunt and I love you,’” He goes to say more, but you cut him off.

“Did not,” You smack his shoulder. “You’re such a fucking liar.”

“Bible, babe,” He holds up his hands as if he’s swearing in to cement it.

“Well,” You pout cutely before spitting out the toothpaste into the sink, “I do want to suck your dick and I do love you.”

“I love you, too.”

The two of you embrace, slowly moving to kiss away the remaining tension the other has caused.

His tender touch leads you back toward the bed and, upon contact, wakes its inhabitant.

“What’d I miss?” He asks as he blearily takes in Jason’s mouth devouring your own.

“Grab the lube, love,” Jason breaks away briefly to direct Roy.

“Apparently, a lot,” Roy mutters to himself as he reaches behind your tangled forms to get the lube from Jason’s nightstand. Roy pops the cap and helps rid Jason of his underwear. “This what you wanted, Jay? For me to stretch you out with my fingers?”

“You said you wanted to suck my dick, right?” Jason mirthfully smirks at you, referencing your drunk dial from the previous night.

“Always,” You slink down, tracing down his happy trail with one hand as you use the other to push him against the mattress. You place a light kiss right above his semi-hard cock before placing one on his bobbing tip.

You hear his breath stutter and it's all the encouragement you need to place a thick lick up the entirety of his excessive length.

“She’s been so good, Jay,” Roy makes a show of lubing up his index finger. “She deserves a treat, too, don’t you think?”

Jason groans, smacking lightly at your hip before motioning you to turn around.

With some help from both of them, you finally realize Roy wants you to 69. You straddle Jason’s lap backward until your thighs caress either side of his face. He jiggles your ass, parting it widely for his and Roy’s entertainment.

Roy gives each cheek a resounding smack before moving to settle between Jason’s thick thighs. From here, your face is inches away from Roy’s, something you use to your advantage as you draw him in for a messy kiss, biting his lower lip lightly as the two of you finally break apart.

Jason smacks your ass before using the tip of his tongue to teasingly trail along your wet folds.

“Fuck,” You breathe out, forehead resting against Roy’s freckled one as Jason finally makes contact with your clit.

Roy captures your lips for a moment longer before guiding your wet lips down to Jason’s aching member. Your mouth stretches across his girthy length while Roy’s lubed finger finally wiggles past Jason’s tight hole.

Jason lets out the most pathetic moan you’ve ever heard him muster. The vibrations of it echo across your trembling cunt.

You slow your pace on his cock as he pants pathetically against your pussy at Roy’s ministrations.

You watch in arousal as Roy’s freckled finger slowly curls inside before gliding in and out of Jason’s twitching hole.

“Such a whore, Jay. Taking my fingers like a greedy little slut. You already want another one, love?”

“Unh!” You deepthroat him before he can manage an answer. “Fuck. Please,” He begs.

Roy easily obliges with a wicked smirk. You have no choice but to kiss him.

You pull off Jason’s length with a ‘pop’ and a moan as your fingers tangle in Roy’s fiery locks. The kiss is sloppy, entirely too much tongue for what you usually like, but right now, it’s exactly what you need.

“I’ve never seen either of you so needy before,” Roy presses a chaste kiss to your swollen lips as he pulls away. When he does, you notice him fisting his cock and lean forward to spit on it before you can second-guess yourself. “Fuck, you’re so fucking hot, baby. So good to me, princess.”

You moan, eyes never leaving his as you salaciously arch down to take Jason back into your mouth. Roy uses this as an opportunity to stick another finger inside your boyfriend.

Jason’s hips snap off the mattress and deep into your throat at the addition

“Mph!” You gasp, nearly gagging as he fucks into your throat. Instead, you force him deeper, feeling tears sting at the corners of your eyes as his hips greedily rock into your tight mouth.

Your hair keeps getting in the way until Roy removes his hand from around his dick to grasp your hair. He uses the hold to pull your mouth from Jason to meet his lips in a dizzyingly erotic kiss. “Don’t leave our girl hanging, Jay.”

It’s all the reminder Jason needs to begin slurping at your syrupy cunt in fervor.

“Yes,” You moan against Roy’s chapped lips, feeling your hips sputter against his well-timed flicks and laps. You grind down against a particular swipe of his tongue, edging your clit against the delicious feeling Jason’s mouth produces.

Roy makes quick work of stretching Jason out as the two of you draw each other closer to orgasm. When Roy finally can’t take it, he grabs for your hand, which is wrapped around Jason’s girth, to drizzle lube in your hand.

You pull off his length, feeling as his cock bobs against your cheek. From there, you shift down and off Jason’s face to jack Roy off.

He fucks into your lubed grip desperately, whining like a slut as he bucks into your loose grip.

“I need to fuck you, Jay,” Roy’s voice is deep and gravelly as he takes in his lover’s pathetic state.

“Please,” Jason whines in response. Straddling Jason’s muscular torso, Roy fists your hair and tugs you in for a searing kiss as he presses into Jason’s tight hole. “Fuck, Roy. You’re so fucking big,” Jason’s hands have a death grip on the sheets around him as Roy fully settles inside of him.

“Au contraire,” Roy quips, breaking away with a string of saliva between the two of you, “I think you’re just extra tight for me, love.”

Jason’s too lost in the throws of pleasure to give him shit, but you’re not.

“Au contraire, Roy. Really?”

Roy snorts, quickly turning into a moan when Jason pushes down against him, “You’re such an asshole to me, baby.” You flip around on Jason, bending into Jason’s chest with your own to offer Roy a perfect view of said asshole. “That’s a nice fucking view, princess. I think I forgive you.”

Jason’s eyes are unfocused as he tugs you in for a shaky, breathy kiss as Roy begins to move inside of him. Your tits and ass jiggle obscenely with each thrust. Roy’s soft hands sink into the globes of your ass as his movements begin to pick up speed. Meanwhile, Jason cups your breasts, circling your nipples as he sinks further down on Roy’s cock.

“Ride me,” Jason’s wrecked voice requests when the two of you finally break apart for air.

You bite the corner of your mouth as you situate yourself above his cock, lining yourself up with his member. Roy’s metallic hand supports his weight on the bed beside Jason’s hip, with his freckled fingers trickle tauntingly up your torso. He grabs at your tits, playing with them for a bit as he slows his thrusts before finally moving lower.

Your entrance twitches over Jason’s tip as Roy expertly teases your cunt until you feel like you’re nearly about to come. Before you can, you sink down onto Jason’s length, bottoming out with a broken sigh that both men groan at.

“I can’t,” You shake your head, hands splayed across Jason’s abs as you will yourself to move. “I-“

“Yes, you can, baby,” Roy mutters against the side of your head as he thrusts into Jason again. “Ride him.”

It’s not a request, it’s a command.

You follow it, feeling all inhibitions release as you begin to rock against his cock. Roy’s fingers return to your clit as if wanting you to come prematurely. Your hips sputter as you grind against Jason’s dark happy trail, pressing Roy’s finger harder against your clit as you do.

Roy ducks his head to leave hickeys against your throat, only drawing you closer to your impending orgasm.

Ultimately, it’s Jason who comes first, emptying his load into your slick cunt with a wild buck and a wanton moan. You feel the warm stickiness slide out of your cunt and drip down his member as you milk his orgasm out of him until all he can muster are curses.

His rough hands clasp around your hips, stopping your bouncing, “Roy, please.”

Roy takes the hint and pulls out of Jason’s sensitive hole with an obscene squelch and a groan. Roy caresses his hand over Jason’s atop your hip, squeezing down as the three of you pant in tandem.

You slip off of Jason, sighing when you feel more of his load trickle out of your pussy and onto your thighs. Before you can question what to do next, you feel Roy’s greedy eyes on your come-filled cunt.

“Let me eat you out, baby.”

You fall to the mattress beside Jason, propping yourself up on your forearms to address Roy, “But I want you to come too.”

“Trust me,” Roy slinks closer with a mischievous glint behind his verdant eyes, “I will.” He parts your thick thighs with glee as he comes face-to-face with your creamy cunt.

Roy fists his cock in one hand, with the other planted beside you to steady himself as he dips down to devour you whole. Jason, who’s just come down from his orgasm, moves to scatter light kisses against your neck and chest, toying with your nipples as he does so.

It’s so heavenly, being filled and stuffed and with both your men taking care of you in all the ways you desperately need.

Jason wraps his arm around your shoulder as he lies beside you, drawing you closer against his side to kiss you deeper. Meanwhile, his other arm trickles lower to spread your pussy to grant Roy easier access to your aching folds. He only holds his hand there for so long before he’s drawing up your sensitive stomach, past the scar that lingers, back to your nipples.

You want to come so badly. You feel your orgasm building with each sensual touch they deliver against your vibrating skin.

A well-timed slurp from Roy, coupled with Jason sucking your tit into his mouth, leaves you arching off the mattress as you release against Roy’s wicked tongue, “FUCK!”

Roy groans, moving to jack himself off over your pussy, ultimately squirting out to mix with Jason’s and your own. He sucks in a sharp breath as the last spurt of come dribbles onto your cunt before shaking and falling on the other side of Jason.

It's still early in the morning by the time they’ve washed their come from you. Jason offers you the t-shirt he’d thrown to the ground as the three of you climb back into bed.

You fall back asleep only to be met by twisted visions of tunnels blowing up and crumbling cement.

Tim’s muddled words threaten to surface at the forefront of your mind, but the influence of the alcohol you’d been under easily suppresses it.

•••

Later that night, you’ve put Lian to sleep when Jason and Roy start gearing up.

“What’s going on?”

“Break in at Wayne Enterprise,” Jason throws you your suit.

You catch it easily, looking it over briefly before staring back up at his stripping form, “Why isn’t Bruce already on the scene?”

“He’s in Bialya with Damian.”

“And Dick?”

“Is on his way over right now to watch Lian,” Roy answers easily.

“Is anyone on the scene, then?” You rephrase your original question. With all of the Bat Family being out, it means you’ll have to hustle over there to get any good leads. The longer you wait, the harder the intruder will be to track.

“Guess we’ll find out soon enough,” Roy slings his quiver over his shoulders as the elevator doors open.

Dick gives him a quick hug before high-tailing it over to you, “No way! Is this the new suit?”

“Mhm,” You nod your head, showing off the fabric.

“Holy shit,” He nods appreciatively, looking the red suit over. “It looks really awesome. What name did you decide to go with- no, wait,” He places a pensive hand on his chin, “Red Devil?” You shake your head no, beaming under your mask at his enthusiasm. “Dominatrix?” He winks cheekily.

“Alright,” Jason places a possessive arm around your waist, tugging you away from his brother. “Enough with the guessing games- we’ve got to get a move on.”

“Well,” Dick calls after the three of you, “don’t leave me in suspense!”

“Cardinal,” You offer as you step onto the elevator.

You see him nod appreciatively before the doors slip shut behind the three of you.

•••

Luke greets the three of you as you come upon the scene.

Strangely enough, the metal vault you’d noticed on your first visit has been blown wide open. Whatever was inside the room is long gone now and, in its place, a single white feather has been placed in the center of the room.

“What was in here?” You’ve been dying to know ever since coming upon the mysterious door. The outside still clearly reads ‘All Rights Reserved Clean Energy Project, LLC.,’ something both Arsenal and Red Hood immediately notice.

“A microwave emitter.”

You glance back curiously at Arsenal and Red Hood, but neither seems to understand either.

“What does this emitter do?” Arsenal asks as he bends down to examine the feather closer.

“It was designed for desert warfare,” Luke states gravely. “It uses long waves that create a…” He trails off, arms moving sporadically as he thinks of the words, “microburst of sorts via long wavelengths.”

Arsenal appears grave at the news, but you and Red Hood are still visibly in the dark.

“What the fuck does that mean?”

Luke clears his throat, looking over at Red Hood warily, “It was meant to be used to vaporize an enemy’s water supply.”

Questions rattle around your mind as you attempt to connect dots that you don’t understand in the slightest. The most pressing one being: why does Wayne Enterprise even have this tech in the first place?

“We found evidence of this machine when we broke into Cadmus a few weeks back,” Red Hood fills Luke in on your previous discovery. “The feather, however, seems entirely random.”

“So, what did Cadmus want with it?” You ask, with the question alone producing 50 more in its wake.

The four of you look at each other with concern.

“That,” Luke looks up at the ceiling as if contemplating the question for the first time, “I’m not sure.”

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Four words for u: new chap coming tomorrow!!!

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the trio ever

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Master List: The Art of Rehabilitating Snowbirds

𓅪 Navigating the present is hard when your past refuses to die. After not hearing from Roy or Jason for five years, you suddenly find yourself taking in extra income as a babysitter for their child.

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parent teacher conferences and other places to meet a pornstar pt. 2

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𓅪 Rated: E | 8k includes: cam girl AU, teacher AU, masturbation, public sex, caught, fingering, voyeurism, come swallowing, facial, deep throating misunderstandings, confessions

𓅪 cam girl fem!reader x jason todd, cam girl fem!reader x roy harper, cam girl fem!reader x jason todd x roy harper

After your wild night out, you’re not expecting to be approached by Roy- Mr. Harper, you correct yourself.

“It doesn’t feel right with me knowing,” He paces into your classroom as soon as you open the door for him.

“Well, hello to you too, Mr. Harper,” You rub at your temple, feeling a headache stirring.

You follow behind his quick gate, stopping yourself just barely from laughing as he plops into the small kid chair that sits in front of your desk. You move to sit behind your desk, noting how you’re suddenly an inch or so taller than him in your position.

You’re wearing a tight, white v-neck, long sleeve bodysuit over top form-fitting professional pants, red heels and your signature glasses. The low-cut top leaves Mr. Harper at eye level with your lofty cleavage, something he evidently becomes distracted by. He shakes himself from it quickly enough, though, to focus back on your confused face.

He seems to disregard your words as if too lost in his own head.

“I’m sorry,” He finally says. His guilty green eyes peer up at you.

“For…?”

You’re quickly losing patience and he’s quickly losing confidence.

“I didn’t mean anything by it,” He begins quickly. “The tip was a mistake. I was going back and forth on it, but again, I seriously didn’t mean anything by it and I-“

“Mean anything by what?” This dude is not making a lick of sense. What tip?

His eyes search yours for something, but you only offer him confusion in return. He seems to notice and continues on with his ramblings, “I swear I didn’t know it was you at first. Once, I did I just-“

He continues to babble and you find yourself tuning him out.

Your hair keeps falling in your face and this is already the second time you’ve pushed it back behind your ear but it’s obvious it won’t cooperate. Maybe if you’d been paying more attention, you’d notice the way Mr. Harper’s eyes linger on the hair tie you have around your lithe fingers. Maybe you’d even notice how he trails off, mouth agape as you tie your hair up and out of the way.

When you go to stand to put an end to this, he pops up as well and it’d be hard not to notice his-

“Mr. Harper,” You trail off uncomfortably as you eye the growing situation in his pants. You can’t help but be reminded of the voyeur in the alley last night. “What exactly’s going on here?”

He quickly grabs a folder off your desk to cover himself, something you grant him the consideration of ignoring as you edge closer to the door.

“Jesus,” He uses his free hand to run a terse hand through his fiery locks. “I’m not trying to- Look. I just,” He trails off in frustration. “I know what you do,” He says, sounding the calmest he's been ever since this weird conversation started.

You freeze, hand on the door as you face the disheveled man in front of you. You don’t necessarily think he poses a threat, but you don’t fucking know and he obviously knows what you are.

Knows what you do.

You’re fucked. You’re fired. Sayonara, bitch- that’s how this always ends.

You mentally prepare yourself for the tough road ahead, figuring ending this conversation is the first step to fucking moving on, but he won’t even grant you the mercy.

“Then say it,” You urge defensively, hand curling more around the handle with each passing second.

“avid_reader,” He says, watching as your hand tightens around the door handle.

You’re debating just leaving him there in your classroom, but your shit is all still on your desk. You probably should leave him in here and go get help, but you don’t. What would you even say, anyway? ‘Hey, I’m a cam model on the side and this dude who jacks it to me just figured everything out. Please help?’ Yeah, that’s not going to work.

Instead, you stand there feeling tidal waves of embarrassment and anxiety washing down on you.

“You’re not the first person to figure it out,” The words snap out from your mouth before you can stop them. You cross your arms across your chest as a means of comfort, but it only puffs out your cleavage even further. You sigh, dropping your arms as you approach the redhead. You don’t mean to but you stop closer to the man than you’d meant, leaving him to back against the desk behind him as you continue forward. “If you want to transfer Lian, I understand,” He’s shaking his head, eyebrows furrowed like you’ve got the wrong idea, but you continue. “Just please don’t tell,” You plead with him. “I can’t afford to lose this job again.”

He looks completely stupefied by how this is unfolding.

You half expect him just to walk out the door as you’d planned to do not even seconds prior, but he doesn’t. If anything, he seems relieved (?) by your reaction.

“Why do you even need the side job?” Out of all the things to come from his mouth, you’re definitely not expecting that.

“Technically, if we’re talking pay, this is my side job,” You gesture to the classroom around you halfheartedly. “35k a year doesn’t exactly pay bills, or well, much of anything at all,” You snort humorlessly. “Again, I totally understand if you want to transfer Lian, though.”

His mind still looks like it’s reeling from the reveal and his dick still obviously is too as it remains half-mast.

His voice is gruff as he stares down at your smaller form. Even though he’s the one being cornered, you still somehow feel like the prey.

“Why would I do that?” He asks quietly.

There’s an obvious heat behind his eyes, one you’d have to be dumb not to miss. It’s clearly not escaping either of you that your close position is reminiscent of your infamous scene.

You watch as his lips open, then close as if debating whether or not to take it further. His eyes are half-lidded, almost like he’s high on your presence alone.

He gulps, watching your eyes trail across his every minute reaction as if it might stop at any second.

It has to stop.

It’s one thing to be a cam girl and it’s another to suck off one of the parents in the classroom. Yup, nope. Not doing it.

You grant him the satisfaction of staying a finger-width away from his chest for just a moment longer.

“I don’t have time for this superfluous conversation, Mr. Harper,” You send him as stern of a look as you can manage.

“Damn, you’re killin’ me here, babe- Miss,” He says your name again and watch as his breathing sputters under your slitted gaze.

“It’s best we keep this completely professional. Just because I…” You trail off knowing he gets the point. “Doesn’t mean we can ignore the circumstances I’m under. I really care about these kids and I wouldn’t want anything to jeopardize this position.”

You know he’s holding off on a comment about the position you’re both currently in in favor of backing away in understanding. “Totally got you. I don’t want to make you uncomfortable at all.”

You sigh in relief. Out of all the confrontations you’ve had about this topic, this has definitely been the easiest. Dare you say that Mr. Harper even seemed like a pretty cool dude. If you weren’t his daughter’s teacher, you’d definitely-

No, you can’t allow yourself to think like that.

“Thank you for, you know,” You hesitate, “not ratting me out.”

“Never,” He assures you with the most seriousness he’s displayed since you’ve met him.

You move, opening the door for him and getting blasted by whatever delicious cologne he’s wearing as you see him out.

He hesitates as if he wants to say something, but you beat him to the punch.

“Have a good day, Mr. Harper,” You grant him a small, genuine smile before shutting the door behind you.

You know he hasn’t moved and you know he knows you haven’t moved. The two of you stand there on either side of the door reveling in the last dregs of whatever the fuck that conversation constituted as.

Finally, you hear the tell-tale sign of his sneakers squeaking against the linoleum and you finally allow your heels to clack back over to your desk. You slump in your chair, head in your hand wondering what the fuck you’ve just gotten yourself into.

➸💋➸

You received your annual invite to the Wayne Holiday Gala months ago, though you honestly had considered not coming this year. However, after your run-ins with Jason, you decide to show up.

You end up spending most of the night with the kids in the daycare area. As unappetizing as it may sound to some, making small talk with the stuffy Gotham elites in the other room definitely sounds like the shittier end of the bargain.

You’re in the middle of a makeover session, which seems to involve a lot of poking and pulling when you hear it.

“Oh, no fucking way,” Your body stiffens at the familiar voice. “This is so rich.”

“Mr. Harper,” You say without turning around. You thank the little kids around you for the glitter bomb they’ve set off on you as you rise. Your form-fitting, high-slitted dress unfurls as you do so, revealing the extravagance of your gown. (x)

He cleans up very nice.

You try to hide how you check him out, but it doesn’t seem to matter too much as he’s preoccupied with raking his eyes up and down your curves. You watch as his freckled cheeks turn red.

“How’d you know?” His voice is extra scratchy tonight and it’s doing things to you.

“You’re the only one of my parents who curses like a sailor no matter who’s in the room,” You gesture down to the kids who’ve made you look like you’re going to Coachella rather than a gala.

The little girl closest to you keeps trying to tug at your hair, but Mr. Harper sits down and offers her his long locks in your stead.

“Are you,” He trails off, looking away from your eyes to fiddle with his black tie. “Is it okay that I sit here with you?”

It’s a vulnerable question after the clear shift after him approaching you in your classroom all those a few weeks ago.

“I don’t own the place,” You shrug as you sit back down with crossed legs beside him. “So, what are you doing here tonight?”

“My friend’s back in town and said he might be here tonight, so,” He trails off as he motions to his cornflower blue tux. It’s fucking ugly as shit and somehow it couldn’t look better on the muscular man.

“Where’s Lian?” You ask, blushing as soon as you realize you’ve asked.

Roy, however, seems pleased by your question. He points over to the other side of the room where she’s playing some combo of hide-and-seek and tag with a group of kids.

“She loves these kinds of things,” He says. “She wouldn’t let me miss out once she heard we’d been invited.” Lian catches your eye and waves excitedly before she’s pulled back into the game. “What about you?”

His voice lulls you into an easy smile, “Didn’t expect to see me here?”

“I didn’t say that,” He jests back as he tries to navigate the minefield that is this conversation. “You look good,” He says finally, though his eyes are forcibly focused on Lian.

You follow along as she gets chased around to avoid being tagged. The smile that’s adorned your face ever since he came in the room has yet to dull, something you’re sure he notices as his cheeks burn red.

“Thank you,” You say quietly. It’s your turn to blush when you feel his eyes finally shift back to you. You make the hard decision to focus on the kids running around rather than on his stunning, verdant eyes. “You don’t look too bad yourself.”

It seems like your words have given him the confidence to… well, you’re not exactly sure, but he definitely seems more cocky now. However, a tiny voice interrupts before he gets a chance to respond.

“Go!”

“No, you!”

Your head turns to the gaggle of well dressed kids currently shoving each other your way.

“Excuse me!”

“Hello,” You smile at the cute display.

“They said you’re a princess,” A small girl in a tutu sidles up to you, wringing her hands behind her back as three other girls stand behind her shyly.

Before you can think of something to say, Roy swoops in.

“She’s 100% a princess,” Roy winks at you playfully. “Right, princess?”

You snort, trying not to be affected by the wink, “Right.”

You’re covered in shitty body glitter in a gown that anyone else’s here easily dwarfs. You feel far from a princess. Hell, the only reason you’d even been invited anyway had been because of your mom’s legacy.

The kids convince you to play heroes and robbers. Roy watches from the sidelines as you use a pink bow and arrow toy to stave off the waves of robbers that now includes Lian. Soon, she drags her dad to play, convinced that he needs to show you how to use the arrow for some reason.

“You’re not lining up the arrow right,” He says as he comes up to stand behind you.

“Mr. Harper,” You can hardly contain your eye roll, “it’s plastic.”

“Is this okay?” He asks as his hand hovers above your own.

Is it?

“Yeah,” You say before you lose the courage.

His firm chest presses against your back as he guides your hands on the bow. His soft hands trickle along your skin effortlessly teasing you all the while.

“You know, we’re not at school,” You startle at what he murmurs against the shell of your ear. “You can just call me Roy.”

You hesitate.

Is this crossing a line?

It’s just a name, you reason before giving in, “Alright, Roy.” You know he’s smiling big and a curious glance behind you proves it’s even dorkier of a grin than you’d imagined. “Don’t make me regret this,” You huff, settling back around the bow with his gentle guidance.

“Never.”

You release the arrow and, for once, it actually hits the target. The kids go nuts like you’ve just told them they get candy every day forever.

This is exactly when he shows up…

“Figures I’d find the two of you here.”

You startle, turning around with the toy bow and arrow still poised in your hands to find, “Jason.”

“What’s up,” He looks highly amused, though his only tell is the blatant mirth behind his emerald eyes.

Roy removes himself from around your smaller form to face your friend, who also seems to know Roy.

“I thought you didn’t come to these things anymore,” Roy says, confusing you even more.

“You know Jason?”

Roy backs away with an unreadable gaze as he shoots back a question your way, “Have the two of you met before?” It sounds pointed, like he somehow knows you guys fucked in the alley.

Your eyes flicker over to the darker haired gentleman, wondering if Jason didn’t want him to know. He’s smiling like he’s in on something you aren’t, though, so you take it as a sign you can divulge.

“A couple of times,” You respond nonchalantly.

“A couple of times?!” Roy repeats in disbelief, shooting Jason a look he has no choice but to laugh at. After this, Jason and Roy seem to be holding a conversation with their eyes alone.

You hand off the bow and arrow to the little girl who asks to use it before turning your attention back to the men who seem to have come to some agreement without ever having spoken.

“I should’ve known the horndog dad she was talking about was you, Harper,” You look embarrassed to have been caught talking about Roy, but Roy’s too embarrassed that his flirting’s been so obvious. “So,” He drawls with his hypnotizing deep voice. “What’ve you guys been up to?”

“Just this mostly,” You gesture to the glitter and toys scattered around. Your heels are starting to kill your feet, so you make to sit down again.

Both men, much to your amusement, help you down before sitting beside you. The kids immediately come up and try to play with his hair like they were with you and Roy, but it’s too short. They ultimately resort to makeup and more glitter, leaving you to wonder just who the fuck was giving these kids body glitter?

The three of you amuse the kids for a bit longer before Jason signals the two of you to follow him.

Roy tells Lian he’ll be right back and to stay in the childcare area while he’s gone. You watch after the two of them, not feeling Jason’s calculating eyes on the side of your face until you turn and meet them.

“What?”

He just shakes his head with a light smirk. An attendant walks by with a fresh tray of champagne flutes and Jason asks for them to stop and takes the tray from their hands. You raise a questioning brow when he hands you one before downing a glass.

Yeah, you could stand to get fucked up.

You smile, following suit as you down the glass, then another. Soon, Roy sidles up beside you and joins in on a few. Jason easily out drinks you and you’re not trying to get to the point where you’re too drunk. Right now, you feel a pleasant, tipsy hum vibrating across your tingling skin.

Roy takes the drinks slower but still downs one or two.

By the time the three of you are done, the tray of 10 glasses is completely empty.

From there, Jason takes you and Roy around the parts no one else dares venture, ultimately stumbling upon Bruce Wayne’s office.

“Holy shit,” You gasp as you walk into the ornate room.

The entire room is covered in deep, rich wood and is filled with shelves upon shelves of old-looking literature. It looks like what the two cheap sets you’ve been on were trying to emulate but could never come close to.

Your fingers trail delicately across the fabric spines of books that adorn the wall-to-wall bookshelves in appreciation.

“Yeah,” Jason sidles up beside you to pull out the copy of ‘The Happy Prince’ you’ve been eyeing. “Haven’t been in here since I was a kid, but it still holds up to what I remember,” He stares down at your pick before handing it off to you. You hold it delicately, something he chuckles at. “You’re not going to fuck it up; trust me, he wouldn’t notice even if you did. Old man doesn’t have time to read anymore.”

“Oh?” You say, not sure what else to say.

Jason merely nods, “I used to sneak in here or the library after patro- bedtime,” He coughs as he corrects himself. “Wilde is one of my favorites.”

You feel the all-telling stare of Roy from behind where Jason has you trapped against the shelf. When you turn around, however, he pretends to be preoccupied with the random knickknacks on the desk.

“Who’s your favorite, Roy?”

He looks up from the paperweight he’s holding as if surprised to be addressed by you, “John Knowles is always good. Can’t go wrong with Ray Bradbury.”

You nod in approval, missing how Jason’s eyes flash mischievously as he glances between the two of you.

“‘A Seperate Peace’ has always been one of my go-to’s,” You add shyly.

You don’t know what it is. Maybe it’s because you’re not at the school, maybe it’s the fact you’re far away from the party, but you actually feel nervous around Roy right now. What’s making it worse is that Jason seems to notice. Much to your chagrin, he ups the ante between the two of you as if finding amusement in seeing the two of you blush so profusely.

Jason suddenly moves from beside you and off somewhere in the corner to fiddle around with an antiqued globe. You watch, trying to ignore Roy in your peripheral, as the top half of the globe opens to reveal crystal glasses and containers.

While Jason pours the three of you more drinks, you and Roy get to talking about, well, just about everything. The cadence and ease at which the two of you switch from topic to topic is incredible. You feel like you’ve known the redhead forever by the time Jason’s handing you a heavy, intricate glass.

You thank him, quirking a brow at his knowing smile. He just shakes his head, “You two are fucking hilarious, you know that?”

You don’t.

A quick look at Roy proves his confusion as well. However, one glance at his friend leads to another one of their eyes-only conversations that seems to bring Roy in on the joke. You, on the other hand, are left to flounder in front of your attractive company.

“And why is that?” You finally bite.

Roy seems content to sip at his glass with raised brows as he watches the scene unfold.

“I’m just surprised you guys haven’t up and fucked already.”

You and Roy begin sputtering at the same time. Luckily, Roy seems to gather his bearings fast enough to respond so you don’t have to make a fool of yourself.

“Jay, what?”

You and Roy still, looking at Jason to gauge the seriousness of his words. Roy then looks down at you to judge your reaction.

You know you shouldn’t fuck him. You really shouldn’t fuck him.

You can’t fuck him but…

“Guess it’d only be fair,” Roy snorts at Jason’s words, but you don’t understand. “I don’t mind sharing with friends.”

The three of you return to a silent stare down of who’s going to be the first to make a move.

Fuck it. You’re tipsy and horny and there are two attractive as fuck men in front of you. This is definitely a far cry from the boring night you thought you were in for.

“Are you sure, Jason?”

Roy’s breath catches audibly in his throat once he realizes you’re seriously considering it, “Princess, you’ve had a lot to drink. I don’t think- I wouldn’t want you to feel like this is,” He trails off, eyes searching yours.

He’s cute and thoughtful, okay? How can you not fuck him now?

With Jason’s blessing, you push forward, corralling Roy against the desk until your chest is flush against his.

“Takes more than liquor and a few glasses of champagne to count me out, Mr. Harper,” You realize too late you’ve used the wrong name, though it doesn’t seem like he minds in the slightest. “Sorry,” You start, but he cuts you off.

“Don’t be,” He bites his lip. “It’s really fucking hot,” His hands close around the mahogany desk behind him as if keeping him from ravishing you right then and there. “Gotta admit, though, it’s been a few years since I’ve done anything,” He begins the tell-tale signs of his signature rambling, but you cut him off with a deep, slow kiss. It steals the rest of the words from his mouth as your body melts against his. “You don’t care that I’m out of practice?”

You slowly wipe at the spit you’ve left on his lips before allowing your eyes to flicker up and meet his. He’s already looking at you when you do, like he can’t believe this is actually happening.

“Not at all,” You smirk lightly at his surprised look as you turn his words back on him. “It’s hot.”

He groans at your words as if he’s holding himself back from flipping your position and fucking you against the desk. He doesn’t, though. Roy sits back against the desk and lets you do whatever you please.

“Really?” He stares down at your wandering hands with wide, uncertain eyes.

You nod, biting at your bottom lip, “I can help you practice.”

His jaw drops and you can’t help but laugh alongside Jason.

“Can I touch you?” His deep voice rumbles across your skin, further spurring the stammering beat of your heart. You nod, but it’s not enough for him. “Tell me you want me.”

You smile up at him, “I want you, Roy.”

“Fuck,” You watch as his dick twitches against the pants of his ugly suit. “Jay, are you sure you want to share?”

He’s sitting in the large chair behind the desk behind Roy, palming himself through his pants, “Just fuck already.”

Jason looks absolutely sinful. His thick thighs are spread temptingly in the head chair with his button-up completely unbuttoned to reveal his toned stomach. His suit jacket remains on, as well as his tie, though it’s loosened and strewn lazily across his shoulder.

Roy exhales sharply before flipping your position in the blink of an eye.

Suddenly, you’re being lifted onto the desk with Roy slotting between your thick thighs before your mouth is overtaken by his. You arch extra for Jason, who’s behind you and break away from the redhead to turn around and lean down slightly to kiss the other man.

Jason’s rough thumb runs along your jawline as he flicks his tongue teasingly against yours. Meanwhile, Roy’s hands roam your body tentatively as if he’s scared he’ll do something wrong.

“Jason,” You breathe against his soft lips as you pull apart, “tell him he’s not going to break me.”

“Tell him yourself,” Jason huffs like he can’t believe you pulled away to say that. Soon, he’s shoving his calloused hands into your dress to cup your lofty tits and expose them to the room. You gasp, something he uses as an opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth, though his hands eventually move, finding Roy’s hands and moving over top of them to sink them into your skin.

“Shit,” Roy groans as he finally allows himself to divulge in your curves.

He throws off his blue suit jacket, unbuttoning the top few buttons of his dress shirt before focusing back on you. His eyes linger over your tits as if memorizing them.

It’s cute.

Your finger beckons him hither. Your half-lidded eyes slip close as two sets of hands and mouths descend upon you in all the right places.

Jason moves to stand behind you at the desk, caressing up and down your exposed skin. His mouth leaves slick kisses along your neck, stopping to suck every few seconds to draw airy moans from your plump lips. Meanwhile, Roy’s mouth attaches to your collarbone, moving lower to suck your tits into his mouth with an appreciative whine as his fingers explore lower.

“Jay,” Roy’s voice breaks, leaving you to moan in response. His fingers trickle close to the top of the slit of your dress, begging to go further. “I don’t think she’s wearing any underwear.”

Suddenly, they’re on each other, kissing over your shoulder with a clashing of tongues and teeth. It’s aggressive and honestly, some of the hottest shit you’ve ever seen. You spread your legs even further before allowing your fingers to trickle up to your pulsating clit, but Roy stops you.

You look at him in dazed confusion, just wanting some fucking relief, but he won’t allow it. “Please,” You beg, shifting your hips flush against the bulge in his pants, but he refuses to relent. “I need you to touch me.”

“Say my name,” He says darkly, fingers hovering right above where you’re desperate for it.

You meet his wanton gaze head-on, whimpering as Jason leaves hickeys across your shoulders. You so desperately want to buck into Roy’s hand, but his firm grip on your hip prevents you from doing so.

“Roy,” You moan, using your cam voice.

He seems to notice because his resolve seems to crumble. “So good, baby,” Roy starts to ramble. “You’re so fucking sexy. You want to get fucked?”

Jason’s breathing sputters against your ear as he finally allows himself to unzip his pants. His hard member rocks against the top of your ass and lower back with his hands reaching around you to tease your nipples. You arch backward against him with a loud cry.

“Please,” You’re not even necessarily answering Roy’s question. You just need something, anything from either of them and you need it right now. You squirm in the hold, bucking and writhing for any kind of contact you can get, but both are playing hard to get.

“Should we give her what she wants, Harper?” Jason ignores your pleas completely.

You mewl when Roy finally rubs his thumb against your aching clit. However, the contact is gone as quickly as it began, leaving you just as desperate as you’ve felt this entire time.

“I don’t know, Jay,” Roy responds sadistically. “Maybe we should make her wait a little bit longer.”

If they’re going to tease you, you’re definitely willing to do the same.

If they weren’t going to touch you, you’d just have to touch them. You waste no time in latching on to Roy’s sweaty neck, nipping and sucking hickeys into his collection of freckles as you mouth along his exposed shoulders.

“How are we doing this?” Jason asks gruffly, stirring excitement in your lower stomach.

Regardless of all the talk, you knew neither would be able to resist much longer.

Roy bites his lip, eyes trailing down your exposed body with his bottom lip bit cheekily as he considers the question. “I’m going to bend her over this desk, fuck her ass up,” Roy gauges your reaction and, when he sees no hesitation, does just this. “Feel free to join in, I don’t care,” He says to Jason as he rubs his clothed erection against your arched ass as if testing the waters, “This alright, beautiful?”

Roy’s cock against your ass, or the dangerous look Jason has in his eyes as you come eye-level with his leaking cock.

“Answer him,” Jason demands cooly. He lifts your head with an assured grip as he draws your gaze from his twitching cock to his dark eyes.

Your body responds earnestly to all the stimulation, moaning his name with a broken, “Yes.”

The tip of Jason’s tongue pokes out to lick at his lips. You watch as his eyes flicker to Roy behind you with palpable desire as he brings his leaking tip against your pliant lips. He slips in with a groan, hands falling to the edges of the desk, curled white-knuckled to prevent himself from completely ravishing your throat right then and there.

“So good,” He praises. His thumb trickles at the corner of your mouth gently while his hips snap slowly but roughly into your mouth. “Now, show Roy how good you are.”

You groan around his thick cock, eyes rolling to the back of your head as he picks up the pace. At the same time, you feel Roy lining himself up with your cunt and suck Jason more ardently.

Roy’s cock pushes against your tight entrance, slipping in slowly with an appreciative sigh from both of you. You feel him bob up and down from within you as soon as he settles. A quick look behind you proves how his orange locks cascade deliciously in front of his flushed, freckled cheeks.

“You feel so good inside me,” You wiggle your ass around his thickness, spurring an accidental snap of his hips. The sharp momentum sends you forward into Jason who merely cups your face and draws you up for a deep, edging on rough kiss that leaves you backing helplessly against Roy for relief. “Fuck!”

He finally offers it, probably knowing he wasn’t going to last for shit anyway.

His hands caress and spread your cheeks as he sputters out uncoordinated, breathy thrusts into your tight heat. All the while, he spews the absolute most obscene things you’ve ever heard.

He wraps your hair around his hand, forcing the rhythm on Jason’s dick as he fucks into you with reckless abandon. This only lasts for so long before you feel the shakiness in his thrusts.

“Jason,” Roy calls out from behind, “I need to tap for a second.”

Jason merely rolls his eyes, drawing you from his cock to his mouth for a lewd, terse kiss that leaves you breathless. You watch as his muscular form moves around the desk to settle behind you by Roy.

“You still good with this?” Jason asks, still a ways back from your ass that’s arched over the desk.

You look at him from over your shoulder with a playful glint behind your eyes, “Just fuck me already, Jason.”

Jason wastes no time in pushing his tip in. He remains like this, creating lewd noises as his tip bobs shallowly in and out of your slick cunt. “Please,” You beg after he continues like this for another beat. “I need you deeper. Jay, please!”

He chuckles darkly, “Well, since you asked so nicely.”

It’s all the warning you get before he pushes into you fully. He remains seated as you squirm against the large intrusion with desperate gasps and moans spilling from you as you do.

Jason’s thrusts start out innocent enough, exploratory in a sense. They soon grow more desperate and harsher as he responds to the wanton cries you produce each time he bottoms out inside you.`

Soon, Roy’s tapping back in and the fun truly begins.

That’s how you end up bent over the desk in your dress and heels, holding on to the edge of the desk for dear life as both men taking turns fucking in and out of you. It’s completely sadistic how they use your body just the way you need, drawing noises and reactions from you that you’ve never experienced before. If this had been a stream, you know you’d rake in a record amount of tips- how could you not when you looked this wrecked?

You see yourself in the window in front of you, staring at your tits as they bounce in time with the varied thrusts. Eventually, they seem to catch on to what you’re doing and meet your unfocused gaze in the reflection as they make a mess of you.

“Shit,” Jason groans when his tip catches against your entrance as he slows down the pace once again to tease you. It works. You’re left mewling and bucking helplessly against his firm grip that keeps you in place from doing so.

Roy decides he wants you to get a taste of him and take the position Jason had earlier for you to suck him into your mouth. His member is slick and tastes like your pussy, only serving to make you moan wantonly against his thickness. The vibrations only amplify when Jason smacks your cheeks in quick succession, then moves to cradle and soothe them.

You feel completely and utterly used.

Soon, Roy’s breathing sputters in just a way that Jason knows to pull out. He begins to jack off over your jiggling ass as Roy slips inside of you once again. Their lips connect and you watch their sensual kiss through the reflection on the glass as you feel pressure mounting within you.

Your tongue lulls out without you even realizing it.

Jason, however, does.

“Two guys in your pussy isn’t enough for you?” Jason questions darkly as he makes eye contact with you. “You need a cock in your mouth too?” You bite at your bottom lip, giving him all the answers he needs. “Tell me where you need me.”

Like he doesn’t already know.

“I need your cock shoved down my throat,” You maintain eye contact through the reflection in the window as you respond coquettishly. “Will you fuck my throat, Jason?”  “Say please,” He retorts in a dangerous voice that leaves you bucking back against Roy’s dick with a breathy moan.

“Please, Jason?”

“Good girl.”

He complies easily, choking you with his length as he thrusts against your pliant lips.

Roy doesn’t last much longer after you beg Jason to fuck your throat again“Fucking, damnit,” Roy curses, pulling out of you before you can even comprehend what’s happening. “Man, what the fuck?”

You pull off Jason’s cock with a lewd ‘pop’ as you look over your shoulder.

Roy’s got one hand cupped under his dick to collect his come, with the other running aggravatedly through his hair. It’s definitely not the ending you were expecting and you can’t help but laugh. He’s such a fucking loser and it’s only making you more and more attracted to him for some reason.

“Yeah, that’s what everyone wants to hear from a pornstar they bang,” His words only make you laugh harder. He smacks you lightly on the hip, motioning for you to turn over so you can press your bare body into his firm chest. “Give me a sec, babe. I’ve got you.

“I’m actually quite flattered to be called me a pornstar,” You jest as you wiggle into the new position.

“Well, what would you consider yourself?”

“A random bitch who does porn.” He looks at you like you’re insane, “Your video got in the fucking millions, dude.”

He draws another easy laugh from you, “'Dude’ is seriously what you’re calling me right now?”

“No,” He starts lowly, “but feel free to start calling me Mr. Harper more often.” At this, his dick slightly twitches back to life, leaving you to roll your eyes.

You inadvertently gasp when he drops to a crouch, now eye-level with your pulsating cunt. You inadvertently attempt to close your legs, but he won’t allow it. He pries your thick legs open with greedy eyes and a firm grip, preventing you from shutting them again. You groan, arching against his restraint in anticipation of what’s to come.

Jason runs a calloused hand through your hair that’s splayed out across his father’s paperwork. He then collects as much of your hair as he can and grips it, using the hold to force your head back onto his dick. His one hand remains in your hair while the other trails down from your tits to rub at your clit.

Your appreciative moans vibrate around his large member, drawing the most erotic noises you’ve ever heard from the man.

Roy’s tongue finally trickles out, teasing you with light licks along your folds, then pressured kisses to your inner thighs.

“‘M so fucking lucky, babe,” He groans against your cunt as he finally picks up the pace. His tongue seems to know all the right places and all the right pressure to get you bucking against his smirking mouth. “I’ve dreamed about this shit,” He meets your half-lidded gaze as he licks a long, thick trail from your entrance up to your clit. “Fucking you just like this, getting to taste your sweet little pussy,” As if to prove his point, he mouths along your cunt, slurping your juices into his already dripping mouth. “Forced me to sleep in underwear so I don’t have to change my sheets every night, princess.”

“Roy,” You push further against his tongue, hips sputtering against his skillful appendage for more. Your head falls backward, taking Jason back into your mouth with a forcefulness that has him tightening the grip in your hair.

“That’s right, baby,” He says lowly. “Say my name just like that.”

He eats you out, only removing his mouth to shove a finger inside of you when you’re getting close again.

You let out an embarrassing cry, leaving Jason to remove his cock. He smacks your flushed cheeks with his cock so he and Roy can both hear the full extent of you coming undone.

“Please,” You beg, arching off the desk. “Right there, Roy- fuck!”

With two different people working your pussy, you know you won’t last long.

Jason’s calloused pad against your clit and Roy’s expert tongue is all too much. You’ve never had it feel like this before- not even close. All the while, Roy continues to use moves you’ve never felt, but damn do you want to feel them again.

Preferably soon.

“You’re so fucking tight, baby. I need your come on my fingers,” He says your name like a demand.

You have no choice but to obey when he finally manages a second finger.

You come against Roy’s expert tongue. Your hips sputter sporadically against his curled fingers inside of you, all while you force Jason back down your throat, effectively giving you the best orgasm of your life. When you finally catch your breath, you lift yourself weakly onto your elbows. The sight that meets you makes you laugh as both men are standing in front of you, ready for another round.

Fuck.

This round is hazy and steamy as the three of you find a new, sensual rhythm that drives you crazy.

They continue taking turns fucking into you with sloppier movements, taking turns kissing you and each other as Roy plays with your clit and Jason plays with your tits. At some point, Jason places his calloused hand on your lower stomach in a way that makes every thrust feel so much more intensified. You know you won’t last long.

Your hips snap tantalizingly against Roy’s thrusts. against his fiery hair with reckless abandon as you feel another orgasm drawing near.

“That’s it, baby,” He coos as your face scrunches up in absolute pleasure. “There we go. Give it to me, I want your come all over my dick. Good,” His fluid thrusts milk out your second orgasm of the night.

Your breathing sputters as you release on his hard length, squeezing down as you spasm around him until he’s forced to pull out. You’re still twitching in Jason’s arms as Roy spatters his come across your pussy and lower stomach.

“So fucking good,” You groan, allowing Jason to support the majority of your weight as you slink against his toned chest.

Roy stares at your fucked-out form in disbelief. He notices your smirk and blushes, beginning his usual rambling that you can’t help but be enamored by.

“If you want, my roommate won’t be in for most of the night,” Jason snorts, you assume, at Roy’s attempt to get you back to his place.

You surprise everyone in the room, yourself included, when you ultimately agree, “Alright.”

➸💋➸

You wake up with a headache in an unfamiliar room.

There’s a random drum set in the corner, as well as various band tees and posters littered across the walls.

Memories flood back to the forefront of your brain as you stare at the picture on the nightstand and groan.

Mr. Harper. No- Roy.

You hear the shower going from somewhere close by and use it as a chance to look around and gather your bearings.

You remember the office sex, driving back with Jason so Roy could put Lian to sleep. You remember coming back to Roy’s place and fucking, changing into one of his loose shirts, then watching some dumb movie on his bed with tequila. After that, though, the memories all carry a hazy edge.

You find your dress lying across the desk in his room and silently pad over to it. Underneath the satin fabric is his partially opened laptop that dings out a familiar tone as if on cue. You change back into your evening gown, looking at your phone that lights up with a notification reminder about your stream later tonight.

It’s too much of a coincidence for you not to sit there and debate snooping. Ultimately, curiosity gets the best of you as you open the screen fully.

What you find stops your heart.

He currently has tabs pulled up about some sort of mechanical issue with a motorcycle engine, the other tab is about nearby kids museums and activities. It’s the flashing tab all the way at the end that sends chills up your spine.

It’s your cam page.

Not only that, but it’s his chat log with you, showing the last message he sent.

inmyarsenal: have to stop coming by your streams. tAke this as compensation- no refunds :)

Holy shit, he’s a stalker.

Holy shit, you walked right into it.

The shower’s still going when you finally find yourself able to move again. You waste no time in rushing out of his room, searching desperately for an escape. The front door is too close to the slightly opened bathroom door for you to be able to sneak out of. You turn around and find a balcony, sighing when you realize this is your best bet.

Fire escape it is.

Donning last night's dress and remnants of body glitter, you slip out onto the balcony for your first and worst walk of shame ever.

No, actually, it gets so much worse.

“Well, this is a new one.”

You startle, turning to face Jason who’s smoking, “Jason?” You’re entirely confused. He’s Roy’s roommate??? You move over to the ledge where he’s standing and look down at the ten flights you’ll have to traverse down in your heels with a sigh.

It’s going to be a long day.

“He slept on the couch, you know,” Jason says, taking a drag before offering it to you. “Nothing happened after the movie. I promise.”

For some reason, you believe him, but that doesn’t mean you’re not still seriously disturbed by what you’ve found. For fuck’s sake, Roy had watched your stream before the parent teacher conference knowing it was you and tipped you after. It’s entirely fucking creepy and way too contrived to be a mistake.

The pounding in your head takes over your senses as you take a hit of the cigarette. You sputter as soon as the smoke hits your lungs, immediately wishing you hadn’t taken the shit at all. Thankfully, Jason holds in the laugh you can tell is bubbling in his throat, something you appreciate.

Inside, the faucet squeaks off and you quickly realize that if you’re going, you better go.

You hand back the cigarette and shuffle down the first few stairs before looking back at Jason, “You never saw me.”

By the time you get to the bottom, you look up to find the man’s already gone.

You need a fucking aspirin.

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parent teacher conferences and other places to meet a pornstar

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𓅪 Rated: E | 4.5k includes: cam girl AU, teacher AU, masturbation, public sex, caught, fingering, voyeurism, come swallowing, facial, deep throating misunderstandings, confessions

𓅪 cam girl fem!reader x jason todd, eventual cam girl fem!reader x roy harper, eventual cam girl fem!reader x jason todd x roy harper

You hated people your age. Always quick to judge and even quicker to shun.

Kids, on the other hand? You could deal with them.

Kids couldn’t turn their noses up at you, they couldn’t gossip about you and they definitely couldn’t use Google. If they could, they’d find your not so clean history. You’ve never been fucking arrested- none of that shit. No, you needed to make up extra money to compensate for the low paycheck you take as a teacher during the day by becoming a camgirl at night.

It hasn’t been a problem at this school yet, but it always seems to pop up at the most inconvenient times. Eventually, a dad catches whiff of it, their wife gets jealous and you’re quietly let go. This is your third school in four years and you didn't really want there to be a fourth.

That’s why you dread running into parents who come to pick up their kids.

You catch this all-telling gaze of a redheaded man from across your classroom. He’s helping Lian with the cupcakes she’d brought in for her birthday today and you quickly adjust your glasses, hoping he won’t recognize you.

The hope is in vain.

Your smile is strained as he makes his way over to you with his little girl and leftover cupcakes in tow. His gate is too assured, his eyes too jovial. So, you do what you do best: ignore the parents.

You bend down to Lian’s level to help her remove the cupcake wrapper from the red cupcake her dad’s given her. “Did you have a good birthday in class today, Lian?” She nods excitedly, chomping into the dessert with gusto. “Do you have any fun plans for tonight?”

Your question is obviously for Lian, but it’s her dad who responds.

“Do you?”

You clear your throat, standing from your squat as you face the redheaded man. This isn’t the first time you’ve been hit on but it always throws you off guard when it happens.

You shut him down easily, “Grading Lian’s test from today. Isn’t that right?”

Her pigtails bounce up and down, “It was about the different types of clouds in the ‘mosphere.”

“Atmosphere,” You correct her with an amused smile.

Much to your chagrin, he continues on like you haven’t rejected him. “You look like someone I know of,” He trails off as if trying to place your face.

Mr. Harper- Roy, you correct yourself, looks to be in his mid-30’s. He has a decent amount of stubble, crows feet grace the corners of his verdant eyes and his hair looks like it used to be a brighter orange than the faded strawberry color it is now. He’s exactly the type of audience you cater to on your porn channel.

“A person you know of,” You repeat his words with an uninterested drawl. You wish the conversation would resolve itself or just fucking end. This beating around the bush shit isn’t for you. “Odd phrasing, but alright.” You need to change the subject and quick. “I’ll be seeing you at the open house next week, right?”

“Wouldn’t miss it, babe.”

You barely contain your eyeroll as you correct him on your name. “It’s Miss,” You tell him your last name again sternly.

“You’re killing me, Miss,” He says your last name, obeying your correction.

“Tragic, I’m sure. Anyway,” You continue on unphased as you focus on saying goodbye to Lian.

He finally moves out of your classroom but lingers in the doorway, “Have you… Were you ever a librarian?”

Don’t reveal anything. Don’t reveal anything.

You calm your breathing. It’s too pointed of a question for him to not know the video that made you famous: a librarian who gets bent over any and every surface in the library.

“I’ll see you next week, Mr. Harper,” Is all you respond.

You’re fucked.

➸💋➸

The Sunday before the parent teacher conference, you’re scheduled to stream.

Most of your material is solo streams and uploads, which makes it easy for you to make content and stick to a schedule. The few production videos you’ve done required a lot of coordinating and planning in advance. It’s a total hassle. That’s why you like your streams. You’re able to wear what you want, use whatever toys you want and you get to pick the location.

The library closest to you is always deserted, especially so on the second floor where the old Fax Machines are stored. The second floor holds records, old newspapers and magazines as well as a smaller collection of nonfiction. Total snoozefest for some, but the perfect public filming spot for you.

The nonfiction section is a separate room from the rest of the second floor and is hidden behind the shelf of vintage magazines. You’ve filmed in here a few times before, but never streamed. This is why you’ve chosen to come in around two hours before they close to eliminate as many possible chances for someone to catch a peak.

You’re giddy as you wave to the librarian who always seems to be behind the counter as you make your way up to your favorite spot. You’re wearing a cotton, white wrap dress, no bra, red thong and heels. The light material shows off everything. Coupled with your signature glasses, you look irresistible.

There’s one desk inside the room, right in the middle that you quickly shove out of the doorway view. The heavy desk is the bane of your existence, especially in your fucking heels, but this way no one can see you unless they literally walk into the room. It’s not fool-proof, but it’s what you’re working with.

Always punctual, you start your stream right on time.

avid_reader began stream

Slowly, viewers trickle in as butterflies stir in your stomach. No matter how many times you stream, you always feel a rush of anxiety as soon as you click ‘Start.’

Private streams are a whole different ballgame.

Though you do offer it, you charge a steep price for private cams. So far, only your top fan has been able to meet that price more than once. The dude isn’t a creep, nor did he have any kinks you weren’t comfortable with, hell, the dude was pretty funny too. Out of all the fans to get you in private, you’re glad he’s the only reoccurring one.

From his requests, you can definitely tell he’s an ass man. You also know that he likes when you wear clothes like you are today: inconspicuous yet revealing. Though he’d never say no to your lingerie, he always preferred tight fitting, see-through tops and short skirts more so than babydolls and matching sets.

Before you get too into everything, you tease the camera you’ve set up on the desk with your nipples that poke through the fabric. You adjust your glasses that fall down the bridge of your nose as you do so, earning you your first tip of the night.

You like to wait for your top fan to join, or at least give him a chance to, but you don’t have to wait too long before his name pops up.

inmyarsenal: this is gona b gud

Though his typing is horrendous, it easily brings a smile to your face, something he notices and tips generously for.

It’s going to be a good night.

You reach your first goal and slowly draw your tits out of your dress out into the open. Your nipples are already perky as you grasp your hands around them and squeeze. Your nipples poke through your fingers as you jiggle your grip around your breasts

inmyarsenal: someone’s gonna walk in on you babe

You bite your lip, looking toward the empty doorway, “I’ve been lucky thus far.”

inmyarsenal: i want t walk in on u baby. sO good for me

He sends another tip, completing your next goal all on his own.

“Eager today, aren’t we?”

Your stomach flips, knowing what comes next. You shoot another worrying gaze toward the doorway before scooting the chair back a bit from the desk so the camera can see down to your knees as you spread them. Your red thong is on full display for your thousands of viewers.

You pull up on the fabric, leaving the thong to disappear into your pussy lips as you do. You tease a bit longer like this before finally puling the fabric away and exposing yourself fully.

You spend a few minutes slowly rubbing your cunt until you feel wet enough for what comes next. You tease the egg vibrator against your entrance, noting how the tips come in what seems like every second now. Within a minute, you reach your next chat goal- this one allows the tippers in the chat to set the speed of your vibrator. The more they tip, the longer they get control over it.

You slip the egg inside of you with a breathy moan. You use the silicone string that hangs out to continue to make the vibrator bob in and out of your hole, moving the camera to offer an up-close view of it.

No one in the chat gets a chance to call dibs before your top fan swoops in with a tip big enough to control the remote for over 15 minutes. You both know that you won’t last that long with him on the controls.

He starts off strong tonight, easing you into it for only so long before he ups the ante. Your settings on the app allow your viewers to control the tempo with their own vibration patterns that they create, meaning every single sinful vibration is caused personally by him. It makes it that much better.

Today, however, it’s like he has a personal vendetta against you or something with he way he clearly wants you to leave the library with a squirt stain on your dress. Hell, he’d probably tip extra just for you to film your walk of shame, too, the fucking sadist.

“Fuck,” You can’t hold back your moans any longer, not caring how loud you’re being when it feels this good.

One hand teases your nipples and squeezes your tits while the other rubs desperately at your clit. Your legs are spread over each side of your chair at this point, though they’re not much support when they’re shaking this hard.

You’re about to come when you notice him out of the corner of your eyes.

“Shit!”

He’s not the ugliest person to orgasm to, that’s for sure. The man, however, is someone you fucking know.

ABORT! ABORT!

If anything, your top fan seems to pick up that someone’s walked in on you and uses the last few seconds of his control to push the vibrator to its limit. Your hips fly from the chair, arching as you orgasm with a pathetic whine.

You end your stream, shaking and panting while your come-hazed mind struggles to address the Wayne ward in front of you.

“I’m so fucking sorry,” You rush, trying to regulate your breathing.

You’ve already covered yourself up with your dress, but your thong is around your ankles and there’s no nonchalant way to fix it. That, and the large wet stain that now adorns the lower half of your dress from the front and the back.

Luckily, as soon as you ended the stream, your vibrator ceased, though it still remains inside of you.

“We’ve met before, haven’t we?”

You’re at a loss of what to say, what to do, let alone where to put your come-dripping hands as you stare wide-eyed at the gorgeous man in front of you.

Normally, you’d think it was a pick up line, but no, you have met before. Many times.

Your mother had been Bruce Wayne's elementary school teacher. Each year you were invited with her to the annual Wayne Gala. Even after her passing years ago, the invitation still came, now addressed to you. Throughout the years of attending, you’ve met him a couple of times, but never much past the standard ‘how are you’ and never memorable enough to even remember his name.

This is a lot more than a ‘how are you.’

“I don’t really know how to answer that right now.”

Surprisingly, he snorts, “I can grab some towels from the bathroom for you.”

You just nod dumbly, half planning to escape the second he turns his back, half wanting to stick around and see how this all plays out.

While he’s gone, you pull off your thong and shove it in your bag along with the vibrator you pluck out.

Moments later, he returns with what seems like the entire roll of paper towels. He hands them to you, eyes never leaving your face before moving out to roam about in the room over.

You try to hurry up, wiping yourself down and packing up your shit at record speed. You walk into the other room sheepishly, paper towels still scrunched up in your hands as you meet his quirked brow and blank face.

"Thanks," You say, hoping he won't bring it up.

Luckily, he doesn’t.

“So,” He draws out the word. You’re honestly surprised he hasn’t left at this point. “You like nonfiction?”

You burst out laughing, something he appreciates with a small smirk as he turns over a title in his calloused hands. “I just like that it’s private up here,” You tell him your actual favorite genre before asking what’s been on your mind. “You’re Dick, right?” Out of all the Wayne ward’s names, this is the only one that springs to mind.

He huffs, putting the book back on the shelf, “Fuck no.”

“Sorry,” You hesitate. Should you just leave him alone and flee with whatever little dignity you have remaining?

“I didn’t mean it like that,” He sounds apologetic. “It’s Jason.”

That name does sound familiar.

“Jason,” You repeat out loud without meaning to, something he notes with a small smile.

“That’s the one,” He drawls with a deep, gravelly voice. Most normal people would respond with their own name, however you just sit there in your squirt covered dress as he flits into the nonfiction room you’d just been in. Oddly enough, he asks, “Can’t really recall your name either, if I'm being honest, kid.”

“‘M not a kid,” You mumble in embarrassment, holding your laptop case against your wet spot. You’re 25 for fuck’s sake.

“Probably a good thing considering what I just saw,” He jokes lightly, though his attention appears to be on the books in front of him. You can tell his gaze is slightly unfocused, though.

You tell him your name as you make to leave. “Maybe I’ll catch you around,” You say.

His emerald eyes finally lock onto yours again, “Maybe you will.”

➸💋➸

At open house the next day, all the dads stare at you, while the moms result to glaring at you.

It’s what you’re used to.

You’re hot as fuck, it’s why you do porn. It’s why men like Mr. Harper think you have a familiar face.

Speaking of, the man’s been well-behaved for the most part. Aside from his lingering emerald gaze, he remains in the back of the room with crossed arms as he leans back in Lian’s chair.

The button-up you’re wearing shows off your lofty cleavage and tucks nicely into your skintight pencil skirt. To someone like Roy, you assume you look like a walking wet dream. Your hair’s up in a bun and your signature glasses as your red heels clack along the laminate floors.

You go over your plans for the remaining half of the year as well as the project and letter the kids had created for the open house. It’s an hour long event with time left for questions after, meaning you’re fucking drained by the time you’re ushering the last of the parents out the door. Surprisingly, Mr. Harper doesn’t linger, nor does he actually say anything to you. It’s entirely odd, but you’re not complaining.

You need a fucking drink.

You didn’t plan to go to a club, it’s totally not your scene. Somehow, tonight it feels right.

It’s a seedy place, but the drinks are strong and cheap and it’s exactly what you need after a long day like this one. You’re still in your teaching attire as you settle into the practically empty bar. Monday nights and clubs don’t exactly mesh well, meaning it’s close to dead but that’s fine with you. You’re just here for a few drinks, then maybe treating yourself to some Chinese food.

You let your hair down, shaking it out as the lanky bartender comes over to take your order.

There’s a man across the bar from you. His face is obstructed by a red hoodie as he asks the bartender for something. If you tilt your head just right, you're able to get a better look at the white tuft of hair hanging prominently in front of his eyes. It kind of reminds you of Jason…

It’s as if he feels your curious gaze on him because his sharp one flickers your way.

Green eyes meet your wide ones.

It is Jason.

Do you make the first move, or does-

Before you can finish your mental question, he raises a questioning brow your way as if asking for an invitation to come closer. You grant it, moving your purse over so he can sit.

“Hey,” You say as his hulking form sits down beside you.

“Not feeling nonfiction tonight?” He gestures down to the book you’d been reading before he approached.

You blush, hating how easily he has a hold over you.

Though you’d only planned to stay for a drink, you order another just to keep the conversation going. The two of you talk about everything and anything. The one topic the two of you keep coming back to is books and he doesn’t exactly let you off the hook for the library.

“Don’t think I’ll ever view that section the same way again,” He takes a coy sip of his whiskey.

“I really am sorry,” You apologize genuinely. “I didn’t know anyone even used that section and I-"

You start to ramble but he cuts you off gently.

“Trust me, I didn’t mind,” You watch as he downs the last of his drink and signs his tab. “You want to get out of here?”

You blush even harder. The liquor settling into your system warmly surely doesn’t help any, nor the heat behind his half-lidded eyes.

“I don’t know if I can wait that long,” You bite lightly at your lower lip.

“You do like public places, don’t you?” You snort, covering your face in embarrassment, but he won’t allow it. He removes your hands from gentle, placing gentle kisses to each.

“I do,” You agree with a light smile.

“There’s an alley out that door,” He offers lowly.

It’s all he has to say to get you up and out of your seat, following behind his muscular form.

His thumb draws light circles against your hand as he holds open the door for you to leave through first. “Shit,” He says suddenly. “You left your purse.”

You look behind you and notice that, yes, your dumbass left it on the seat next to you. Without another word, he leaves you to grab it.

You still have your phone on you and use the camera app to check over your makeup and hair as you wait in the alley for him. You hear a random noise from the rooftops, but think little of it as the hooded man sneaks up behind you. His large hands caress you from behind as he pulls you backward against his strong chest.

“Can I touch you?” He asks lowly.

Your breath sputters, wanting nothing more, “Jason.”

His hands slip even lower on your torso, applying a gentle pressure as he reaches your lower stomach. “What kind of panties are you wearing?” You can’t help but snort. He must’ve liked the red thong because you feel his dick stir to life when you mention much of the same. “Shit,” He groans when he shifts up your dress.

He runs his fingers along the fold of where your thighs meet your pussy as if to check if you’re telling him the truth.

You hear more clattering from above but can hardly focus on it when Jason turns you around to face him. It happens so fast that your mind’s still reeling from the action as he backs you against the brick wall of the club to finally slip a finger inside your thong.

“Fuck!” You buck against his calloused index finger as his body molds against yours.

His lips capture yours in an instant with an intensity that leaves you crying out with want. It’s muffled against his lips as he holds your hands above your head with only one hand while the other focuses on working through your already slick folds. He refuses to touch your clit, which leaves you mewling and struggling against his hold.

It feels so fucking good.

All of a sudden, there’s a loud ‘thump’ that forces Jason to startle slightly away from your gasping form.

“Ma’am,” A gruff voice startles the two of you. “Are you alright?”

Before you can respond, words are already out of Jason’s mouth. “Arsenal?” Jason asks, sounding entirely confused.

Your head untucks from Jason’s sweaty neck to see a random-ass dude in a costume staring at the two of you. Your mouth is wide as you take in the new form in front of you. Your eyes trickle lower on his red uniform to where it protrudes out around his crotch.

Apparently, Jason’s seen enough. His hand shifts slightly as he moves and you can’t stop the light breath it draws from you.

The costumed man visibly takes in the man’s face as if it’s familiar.

“I thought she was in trouble,” He trails off as he realizes that everything going on here is completely consensual.

They stare each other down for a few more seconds before Jason’s lulling you back in.

Instead of stopping, Jason’s fingers soon begin again and you resort to hiding your face against his neck as you allow it. He notices the man’s continued presence and smirks down at you, “Are you good with this?”

You nod, moaning loudly when he rewards you with another curl of his thick finger. You definitely aren’t used to doing this shit for free, let alone for a live audience, so you feel a bit shy. The shyness only lasts for so long before you suddenly grow bolder, throwing your head back erotically as Jason brushes against your g-spot.

Jason nips at your neck, leaving bites and bruises in his wake, but your half-lidded eyes are focused on the masked man in front of you. He’s yet to move, let alone breathe, it seems.

You can't deny that he’s ripped, nor that his muscular arms are doing things to you.

He’s hot.

“I don’t care if you touch yourself,” The words are out of your mouth before you can realize it.

It’s as if the floodgates have opened as the vigilante begins palming himself through his suit. His movements are erratic and sloppy as if he’s never touched himself before, though you suppose he’s never run into a camgirl in an alley before, not that he even knows.

You don’t even have to try to put on a show, Jason’s really that fucking good. Every moan, every writhe of your body and every shaky word you beg are all real reactions to his skillful hand.

Jason’s hand picks up speed as you draw nearer, his lips catch deliciously against your own as he coaxes your tongue lewdly with his. “There we go,” You whimper, then cry out as his fingers squelch in and out of your slick cunt. “Just like that.” With Jason and the other man’s eyes attached to your pathetic form you come, nearly crumbling to the ground as you do. Luckily, Jason’s strong arms catch you with a small laugh, “You alright?”

It’s your turn to laugh, “Fucking amazing.” You bite your lip, eyeing the obvious strain in his jeans, “Would you want me to-?”

“Fuck yeah,” He breathes out, pulling you in for a deep kiss. You tantalizingly pull your hair up, something you did in your infamous scene.

Both men watch with slackened jaws as you squat down and unzip his jeans. His clothed cock tents out from the opening of the zipper and you waste no time in sucking at the head through his boxers. Once the fabric is thoroughly soaked through, you pull him out to fully admire.

You bite playfully at your lip, staring Jason in the eyes as you spit on his bobbing cock before slowly taking his length down your throat. When you reach the hilt, you moan, feeling the vibrations of it settle across his skin, “Mm.”

“Shit,” He groans and his arms shoot out on the brick wall behind you as if to control himself from fucking into your mouth. “Done this before, babe?” He teases you, though his eyes are completely dark with lust.

“A time or two,” You jest back with an impish smile. Your glasses have completely ridden down to the tip of your nose at this point, something he notices and pushes back up with his thumb.

The action causes a loud groan from the vigilante beside Jason, “Fuck, man.” He’s eagerly fisting his cock at this point, eyes never leaving you.

“Want to taste her come?”

The moan the other man produces sounds pained, desperate, as he latches onto Jason’s calloused fingers coated with your slick.

You suck more eagerly, watching the whole interaction with fascination. You’ve never done something like this before, but you don’t think you’d mind doing it again.

“You taste so good,” The other man mumbles. You have no choice but to blush around Jason’s thick length, deepthroating him until tears spill from your eyes. “So good,” He mumbles again, completely lost in you.

You swap between teasing and deepthroating until you can tell he can’t take it any longer and attempt to finish him off with one of your signature moves.

“Fuck, I’m gonna-“ Jason caresses the back of your head as he empties out into your mouth. He pulls out and splatters the remnants of his come across your lashes.

You blink heavily, turning to the other man as an invitation, “Not sucking your dick, but you can come on my tits.”

“Fair enough,” He mumbles, completely distracted as you pull your tits out of your bra.

Your tongue pokes out to taste Jason’s come on your face while your hands squeeze at your tits like you had on stream. Poor dude doesn’t last another 20 seconds before his hot come splatters across your chest with the rest of his load drizzling down into your bra like a claim.

Definitely have to wash that when you get home.

Both men help you stand, though the vigilante takes off soon after zipping his pants.

Jason sticks around to walk you to your car, sending you off with his phone number.

When you get home, you barely have time to reflect on what the fuck had gone down in the alley when your laptop chirps oddly. You set down your purse on your kitchen island as you traverse over to your desk. Upon opening it, you find your channel pulled up and see inmyarsenal has left you a $200 tip.

You shake your head quizzically, eyebrows furrowing as you search to see if it’s been a mistake, considering you haven’t streamed since the library. You go to refund it to him only to see the note he’s left with it:

inmyarsenal: have to stop coming by your streams. tAke this as compensation- no refunds :)

A/N: I've been waiiiiting to finishing this fic since last april!!! not super edited if i'm being honest

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romance and return policies pt. 6

final part of this ask!

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𓅪 Rated: E | 11.1k includes: alternate universe no powers, modern au, eventual polyamory, eventual relationships, eventual smut, gamestop au, spitroasting, orgy, oral, dp, fingering, bdsm, rope play, bondage, creampie, squirting, multiple orgasms, aftercare, orgasm control, strap on, alien dildos, xbox controller as a vibrator, pillow fight

𓅪 established roy harper x koriand'r eventual: jason todd x reader, Roy Harper x reader, koriand'r x reader endgame: Jason Todd x reader x Roy Harper x koriand'r

A few days after your joyride into town, all three of them come to annoy you at work.

You don’t even bother with menus as you ring in their order before they can even sit down.

“So, if you’re all here, who’s running GameStop?”

It’s an unfortunate skill you have, making Roy spit liquid out of places that liquid shouldn’t. This is another prime example of the phenomenon.

He loses it, choking out the sip of water he’d been taking mere inches away from your uniform. You and Jason wear similar looks of disgust but quickly join in on Kori and Roy’s rambunctious laughter.

Pam stops by, giving everyone at the table a thorny glare. She’s warned you many times that she doesn’t like your friends coming in and loitering, but you don’t give a fuck. She has you working not doubles but triples and somehow always misplaces your check, so getting paid takes twice as long. Right now, you’re the only one doing inventory and, for some god awful reason, the only person cleaning the toilets. Anytime you bring any of this up to her, she just reminds you that your restraining order is keeping away one of her best clients.

The fucking cunt.

When you tell them this much, Jason and Roy share a look.

Finally, Roy speaks, “It’s really time you join our cult, gorgeous.”

“Is that why you guys all came in?” You ask jokingly. “Is this a GameStop intervention?”

“Of sorts,” Jason starts. His deep voice leaves you to flush.

“ORDER UP!”

You’re shocked out of your stupor and quickly back away from the table with a sheepish smile. You return with their food and quickly get swept up into the random 10 AM rush.

Soon, you’re packing them up, wishing they could stay longer. The last thing you need right now is for Pam to assign you to empty out the grease trap, though, so you suppose it’s all for the best.

You haven’t yet taken your break, so you follow the trio out to the parking lot, giggling with Kori over her newest Animal Crossing villager. Roy has his arm around her tan waist, with his knuckles brushing up against your hips with every step. You don’t realize you’re biting at your lower lip until Jason emulates Roy and wraps his muscular arm around your waist. Your mouth drops, then quickly shuts, but not before he can notice.

He chuckles lowly, squeezing you closer against his side as the four of you come to a halt in front of Roy’s Mustang and Jason’s bike, though not before his assured gait can falter.

You eye the raven-haired man curiously, noticing how antsy he seems, “What’s up?” Does he have to shit or something?

“Nothing,” He runs a sharp hand through his dark hair as he focuses back in on Kori’s Animal Crossing rant.

You raise a dubious brow but allow him to lift you onto the hood of Roy’s red coupe. Roy easily jumps up beside you, with Kori stepping inside his spread legs to continue the tour of her island. Meanwhile, Jason looks off toward Main Street with a distant look in his emerald eyes.

You watch as Jason and Roy share another look before you finally bite.

“I feel like I’m missing something,” You say, noticing how all three look guilty. You’re even more confused now. “What?” Kori looks at Roy, who looks at Jason, who purposefully avoids your gaze. “What!?”

Roy runs a loose hand through his fiery locks as if to say you’re not going to get any answers from him. Instead, you turn to Jason, who’s shoved his hands deep in his pockets.

“S’just that,” He kicks at the pavement, ducking his head as he does so before meeting your gaze head on, “We came in to ask if you’d want to go on a double date tonight.”

Your eyes widen, not missing the implication that you’d be Jason’s date and that the four of you’d all probably end up fucking again. You already know your answer is yes, but you don’t want to seem too eager, god forbid.

“Yeah, I can do that.”

You definitely don’t mind that this is steadily becoming a thing.

“Cool,” He says with a small smile that Roy’s wolfish grin easily dwarfs.

“We are on for tonight, then?” Kori asks you sweetly. She sets her Switch down next to Roy’s thigh on the hood to take your hands into her large ones.

“Yeah,” You nod bashfully, squeezing her hands lightly as you do.

She beams, squealing as she draws you into a suffocating hug, then smooshes Jason in Roy in as well.

“Pick you up after your shift?” Roy asks, smirk still evident on his freckled cheeks. “Your place?”

“Yeah,” You look at Jason, noticing his blush is as hot as yours feels. “Sounds good.”

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At home, you’re freaking out.

What the fuck are you supposed to wear? None of them had mentioned any plans and you’d been too starstruck to ask for more details. This is exactly when Kori texts you asking if she can come over and get ready with you. Butterflies fill your stomach as you agree.

Though you’d all fucked, this felt so much more intimate, like you could somehow fuck everything up with this date alone. You really like all of them, but you don’t know necessarily where you all stand. Are you dating Jason and Kori and Roy are dating and sometimes the four of you fuck? Or did it go deeper? Were you all together?

Kori arrives minutes later, hands full of an abundance of colorful fabrics, “Hello, friend!” She gives you a big smooch on the lips as you welcome her inside.

It happens so fast, you don’t have time to reciprocate before she’s high-tailing it up to your room and throwing off her clothes. You gulp at the sight that greets you when you walk in.

“What’s up?” You ask, feeling anxiety seep over you. The pressure of the date, coupled with all the unknowns leaves you reeling. Now Kori’s here and you don’t even have the ability to freak out in peace. No, you have to pull it together before she notices-

“Are you alright?”

Shit.

You gulp as she approaches you. She bends down so she can cup your face in gentle concern.

“Just really nervous,” You manage to supply. Your eyes search her neon ones for salvation, something she easily grants.

“I am nervous as well,” The way she says your name makes you weak in the knees. Luckily, she’s there to support you. She guides you to the bed where all your vetoed outfits have landed and helps you to sit.

“I don’t want to mess anything up,” You confess.

“You couldn’t,” She assures you, tucking a stray piece of hair behind your ear. “We will have the best time,” She beams, taking your hands within her own to bounce them. “I promise.”

You somehow believe her and allow your anxiety to slowly ebb.

“Where are we even going, anyway?”

She gasps in excitement, “Jason has planned a picnic!”

“For the meteor shower?” You remember him mentioning it a few days ago, but hadn’t realized it would be tonight.

Kori nods, getting up to go through the pile of your clothes, “I think this would look lovely on you. I know they’ll both like it, too,” You blush, ducking your head before she can see, but it’s too late.

She crawls across the bed toward you with a black, tight cotton dress. It’s long sleeve which will keep you warm when the sun goes down, yet the front is low-cut enough to show off some serious cleavage. It’s perfect.

You take the dress from her outstretched form, sighing when her warm forehead rests against your own. She has her eyes closed, so all you can see are her long, red lashes splayed out across her sun-kissed skin.

God, she’s fucking perfect.

You allow your eyes to close, eyelashes tickling against her own as you melt against her.

All worries are expelled as her acrylics rake up and down your back, engraving your skin with her want. Her swollen lips make quick work of the rest of your anxieties as she lays you down with all the assurance in the world. You know everything’s going to be all right; she makes sure of it.

By the time the two of you are dressed, your legs are shaking, though not from nerves.

She’s wearing jeans and a cropped hoodie that shows off the slightest sliver of her toned stomach as bounds down your steps toward your dates. Both men step out of the coupe as soon as they see the two of you approaching to greet you.

Kori’s in front of you, so they greet her first. Pulling her in for a tight hug as you finish locking the door.

Your nerves settle as a low static across your movements once you hear their chatter and you accidentally drop your keys. Before you can even bend down, Jason bounds your way to pick them up for you, sending you back to the night of your first date.

He holds the keys, taking your hands in his as he steps back to take you in, “You look incredible.”

You smile, feeling the tell-tale sear of a blush staining across your cheeks when he leans in to give you a chaste kiss. You deepen it, but only slightly. Roy wolf-whistles, effectively breaking the two of you apart.

Jason leads you over to him where the redhead immediately pulls you against his firm chest. You can’t help but laugh at his goofy grin as he runs his freckled hands up and down your curves in appreciation. He bites his lip as if to prevent himself from doing… well, you don’t exactly what goes on in his perverted mind, but you know he’s obviously thinking about something.

Just like last time, the four of you pile into the car, racing through the desolate desert streets just as the sun threatens to completely vacate the sky. Stars have begun to twinkle in the leaking indigo of the sky as you rev off further into the dying embers of the landscape.

“Jay and Star picked this place out for us, babe,” Roy says as he finally pulls off the road. “It looks insane, trust me.”

You and Kori bounce in their laps as you traverse the rocky terrain closer and closer to the mountains on the horizon. You continue to sing along to the radio with them until you can no longer ignore your impending thoughts.

You eye the desolate landscape skeptically, “Please tell me you guys aren’t taking me out here to murder me.”

You’re currently in the middle of nowhere and severely doubt that anyone would be able to find any of you out here this far off the road. Where are they even taking you, anyway? It’s all desert no matter how far out you drive.

Finally, Roy jams on the breaks, twisting the wheel as he does so in a way that spins the car around with a screech. The Mustang rocks back and forth from the momentum as it settles into park right next to a group of desert trees. You’ve got a white-knuckled grip on Roy’s shoulder and the door, hating the way he throws his head back and laughs so effortlessly at your plight. Kori, on the other hand, giggles in delight at his blatant peacocking.

The men help you and Kori out of the car before leading you over to the grassy knoll under the trees that offers a picture perfect view of the gleaming night sky.

A huge, fluffy blanket’s been laid out as a base, with tons of soft pillows littering the edge of it. Tiny lanterns with fake tea lights have been scattered across the area, casting an intimate glow over the whole setup.

“It’s beautiful,” You turn back around to face them with awe evident on your face. “Thank you,” You breathe as you draw them all in for a group hug.

You still don’t know if this is a date for you and Jason with Kori and Roy or if it’s for all of you. What you do know is that it’s the most thoughtful thing anyone’s ever done for you.

“Took forever to find a good spot to watch the shower tonight,” Jason pulls out a large picnic basket from the trunk before taking your hand in his and leading you over to the blanket. “Plus, Kori wanted trees. Felt like a goddamned safari looking for this spot.”

You laugh, letting him lead you over to where Kori’s propped up on the blanket under a tree.

She adjusts the pillows as you near, moving one behind her back and the trunk before clearing room for you. “Do you like it?”

Jason and Roy guide you down to sit between her legs as they finish spreading out the food.

The way she looks with the moonlight melting across her tan skin skin, you can’t image a better location.

“Everything’s perfect,” You answer with a sheepish smile, ducking your head before she can see your blush.

Kori begins running her acrylics through your hair, softly humming something you can’t quite make out. The vibrations send shivers of happiness across your skin.

She’s so beautiful.

“What did you end up making for us, Jason?” Kori asks, stirring you from your daydreams of her.

“You cooked?” He’d mentioned to you that he liked to cook before, saying the next date he’d have to make you something. You guess he’s stuck true to his word.

He’s so perfect.

“Roy helped, too, I guess,” He shrugs nonchalantly, though his raging blush tells you everything you need to know.

“You did?” The redhead throws a wink your way at your question.

He’s so captivating.

You’re falling for them. Falling hard.

You’re entirely enamored with each and every one of them.

“If giving the chef a blowie counts, then yeah,” He jokes, but there’s an obvious anxious edge to it. Both he and Jason seem to gauge your reaction.

“Oh?”

You didn’t mind at all. You feel no jealousy in the slightest, especially considering his girlfriend had just swallowed your come not even 30 minutes ago.

“We had our own intimacy as well,” Both men’s ears perk up at Kori’s statement.

“Oh, worm?” Roy asks in disbelief.

“Worm indeed,” You nod sheepishly looking down at the blanket. You feel all eyes on you and decide to take a leap of faith. With a sigh you ask, “What are we?”

Cue Roy’s signature spit take.

Jason is his unamused target, it seems. His button up is now covered in grape soda, leaving him no choice but to remove it. You can’t help but stare, something he notices with a loose hand through his hair. He looks away shyly but it only spurs you into action.

You caress his jaw, drawing his attention back your way as you search his eyes for an answer.

Surprisingly, it’s Roy who supplies you with one.

“I- we, want this situation between us,” Roy gestures between himself and Kori, then between Jason and you, “to be… More permanent,” Roy turns to Kori, who nods earnestly in agreement.

“All of you?” You question in astonishment. You can hardly believe this is all actually happening.

So, it hadn’t all just been a one-off event, then.

You can’t stop the beaming grin that spreads across your face.

“If that’s what you’d want, too,” Jason’s gentle voice soothes the butterflies you feel thrashing around your stomach.

You attempt to keep them waiting some, not wanting to seem too desperate, but you can’t help how your response spills out of you.

“Yes,” You breathe. “I’d like that a lot.”

It’s as if a dam’s broke.

The four of you take turns kissing each other, feeling out how it feels to just be.

To be here; to be with them. It’s all perfect.

The chasteness of your movements soon lose their tentative nature, becoming more hasty, edging deeper as you take turns melding against their bodies.

To further the officialness, Kori strips your dress off of you, leaving you in your black thong in front of all of you dates to see.

“Oh, shit,” Roy bites at his lower lip, smirking Jason’s way before nodding to Kori.

“I told you they’d like it,” She whispers to you, wasting no time in pulling off her jeans. It’s not enough, though. You need to see more of her.

You gently kiss her, heads bobbing in perfect time with each other’s tantalizing movements. Your hands slowly slip into her bra, squeezing gently around her lofty breasts before coaxing them out of her bra and into the chilly night air. She pulls away with a light moan, lifting her cropped hoodie for you to get a good look at what’s been haunting your wet dreams.

You know exactly what you want.

You shimmy backward, positioning yourself between her long tanned legs. You want to hear how much she needs you, “You want me to eat your pussy? It’s only fair I return the favor,” You bite at your bottom lip as you nuzzle into her juicy cunt. “Right, Kor?” You look up at her from where your face is pressed against her panties. Her sweet smell permeates the fabric as you tease your tongue against it, creating a wet spot that her arousal easily doubles.

She gasps and it’s then that you hear the tell-tale sign of zippers from behind the two of you. She looks starstruck, giving an all new meaning to her nickname.

“Please,” Comes her breathless plea.

You finally push past her panties to taste her slick want, reveling in how she squirms against your hold on her hips.

You’re on your knees, trapped arching between Kori’s long legs when you hear Jason clear his throat. You give one long lick up Kori’s twitching cunt before turning around with her slick dribbling down onto your chin to where Jason and Roy have sidled up behind you.

Roy rubs his hands together greedily with a wicked glint behind his verdant eyes as he crawls closer to you, “Can we touch you, beautiful?” He tilts your chin up as he awaits your answer.

When you nod, he easily descends upon your lips, placing a sure hand behind your head as he deepens the kiss into something absolutely filthy. As soon as you break apart, you draw Jason in for a wet kiss of his own. You get lost in his touch, only coming back to the moment when Roy groans as he fists himself to the erotic sight splayed out in front of him.

Kori guides you back to where you’ve pushed her underwear aside. You allow her acrylics to tangle in your locks as she forces your head back down against her arching hips. This time, when you bend down you spread your thighs even wider to grant Jason and Roy better access as you makeout with Kori’s perfect pussy.

“Shit,” Jason’s rough hands travel up the globes of your ass while Roy’s smoother ones trail up your spread, inner thighs.

Kori gasps as you flick at her clit then quickly move to tease her entrance with the tip of your tongue. You flatten your tongue, dragging it across her length and repeat the motion until she whines for you to stop. You slurp the combination of drool and slick as you pull away with a pussy-drunk smile. She meets it with a panting, dazed one and removes her hand from your hair to push her own out of her eyes.

“Ah!” You startle forward into Kori’s tits as Roy finally breeches your entrance with his index finger.

“Eat our girl out, Jay,” Roy motions for Jason to lie down under your spread form to get a better angle. You can’t deny that the new nickname drives you crazy in the best possible way. “Show her she’s ours.”

Before he follows Roy’s commands, he draws the redhead in for a teeth clashing kiss. He pushes Roy’s cap up to get a better angle before discarding the offending article all together.

Jason’s calloused hands draw another moan out of you as they assuredly grip your hips to keep you in place while he unleashes teasing licks against your pussy. Meanwhile, Roy remains on his knees so he can slowly push his thick finger into your tight heat. You exhale shakily as you back against his taunting, forcing his knuckle to finally sink inside of you with a whimper of relief.

Kori draws you back to her. You’d know that look anywhere- she’s ready to come.

“I want you,” Her breath hitches around your name while your tongue steals the rest of her coherent words until she’s a withering mess under your touch.

Her pornstar worthy moans ring out across the landscape like a beautiful symphony. Kori’s wanton noises couple with the wet whines you’re unleashing against her folds until the two of you create the lewdest duet this desert’s ever heard.

Roy continues to finger you while spreading your ass and positioning himself so he can eat you out from behind at the the same time as Jason does from underneath your splayed thighs. The two men seem to be in competition of who can make you moan loudest while also testing what leaves you withering under their touch.

“Jay,” Roy’s deep voice sends vibrations across your sensitive pussy.

You halt in your ministrations on Kori to turn your head and watch as Roy slurps your arousal into his mouth. You arch with a breathless moan at the contact, the sounds breaks as you watch Roy duck over Jason’s mouth to spit your slick into Jason’s expectant mouth.

Your thighs shake, wanting to close before you can come but Jason won’t allow it.

Kori rubs at her clit, easily becoming distracted by the salacious scene unfolding in front of her until you once again descend upon her wet folds. She arches against the tree as she begs you for release, tugging at your hair as she draws closer and closer to the edge.

Panting, she draws you against her lips for a sloppy, uncoordinated kiss.

“Fuck, Kori,” You groan against her plump lips, feeling your own impending orgasm drawing near. “You’re so fucking hot, I-“

She cuts off your rambling with another wet kiss. Her tongue flicks out to tease yours before sucking it into her mouth with a lewd slurp. Your hand works alongside hers to leave her shaking and whimpering against your lips as she comes undone by your hand. You smack her cunt, eating the groan she feeds into your open mouth as she rides it out.

You don’t have time to take pride in the panting state you’ve left her in before Jason and Roy threaten to leave you in one of your own.

Kori continues to smear her lipgloss across your puffy lips and moves in tandem with Jason to flick at your nipples. It’s when she grabs your ass from where she sits (yes, she’s really still that tall) to spread it for your men.

“Absolute fucking slut,” Roy grumbles against your aching cunt. “Such a good girl, baby,” You whimper in response, feeling your body tense with anticipation of your building orgasm. “Jason, I think she wants to come.”

“You want to come?”

You nod desperately, realizing too late that he can’t see you. The only response he needs is your desperate cry as both men double down on your dripping pussy. The sensation leaves you helplessly bucking against Roy’s fingers as they curl and squelch inside you for relief.

Kori eats your moans as they echo against your messy tangling of lips and tongues.

Jason’s fingers take over for Roy as he stands and thrusts his throbbing cock in the middle of your sapphic kiss. You eye the redheads with half-lidded eyes as you share Roy’s cock with your girlfriend. God, it feels so nice to say. After only a few moments in your mouth, Roy pulls out and releases across Kori’s and your expectant tongues.

“So fucking good to me,” Roy pants as he splatters the last of his come across your faces with a shaky groan. “Best fucking orgasm ever, swear it,” He says as he encases his lips around yours, swapping his come between your mouths before moving to Kori to do the same.

Jason moves out from under you, offering your knees relief as he lays you back against Kori’s stomach to fuck into you.

It’s a slow and cruel pace, only made crueler by how Roy and Kori touch you like they already know where you want to be touched. Each redhead takes a side, Roy sucking your tit into his mouth while Kori’s mouth draws you in for a kiss. Her acrylics tickle at your other erect nipples until you’re arching off of her and into Jason’s thrusts.

“Just like that,” Jason growls your name. “You’re so fucking tight.”

It’s when the two redheads move their attention down to your clit that you know you’re fucked. Roy spreads your folds with two fingers, watching as intensely as Jason does as his girthy cock disappears in and out of your squelching hole.

“Fuck- please,” You whimper. “I need to come, baby-“ Without warning, you arch off of Kori. Neither she nor Roy stop their jerks against your clit as you slip off Jason’s dick with a gush of liquid.

You’re wriggling in Kori and Roy’s arms as Jason releases across your expanding and retracting stomach as you pant out the remnants of your orgasm.

“Did she just squirt on you, Jay?”

Jason snorts, looking down at his dripping cock, “Think so, Harper.” His deep voice sends waves of aftershock across your body while his steady hands draw you against his naked chest for a toe-curling kiss.

By the time you’ve all come down from the high, you realize the meteors have already begun streaming across the night sky, disappearing off behind the darkened valleys that lie ahead.

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You didn’t want to go home after the shower. There was no pressure to stay over but you wanted to. You’re all official now and you want to make it official over and over again.

That’s how you ended up in their bed, facing Kori on your knees as Roy pounds into her in the same position Jason has you in. With Kori’s great height, the width of the bed is entirely too short, meaning you’re panting against her neck as she leaves bruising kisses against your delicate collarbone.

With one hand on the bed, your other hand tangles in her fiery hair. She gasps into your mouth, grasping her free hand against your shoulder before slowly moving it lower. She caresses your tits as they bounce from Jason’s unforgiving teasing. He continues to draw desperate mewls from you as he fucks you with just the tip until your arousal visibly drips from your cunt onto the curve of his erection.

“Jay,” Roy breathes as he leans across Kori’s back to makeout with you. His hips continue shallowly snapping into Kori’s heat all the while. “Stop teasing her before I take over and give her what she really wants-“

Before he can finish his statement, Jason pounds into you twice, leaving you reeling for more. Instead of giving it to you, he holds your hips steady to prevent you from bucking back against him.

“I want to try something,” Jason pats gently at your side and gestures for you to mount Kori.

You don’t question it. You give her one more kiss before she flips from her knees onto her back so you can mount her. Meanwhile, you crawl across the mattress toward Roy who stands behind her. You make a show out of straddling Kori’s long torso, presenting your ass to Roy so that your ass is now flush against Roy’s hairy pelvis.

All three of you face Jason who’s kicked off his jeans completely. His wanton eyes take in the three of you darkly as he moves onto the middle of the mattress, precome leaking from his red-tipped cock.

“You want to watch me fuck them, Jay?” Roy bites at his bottom lip as he greedily stares down at the two pussies in front of him. Roy always finds a way to render Jason speechless, this being one of those moments. “Alright,” Roy jiggles your ass, watching as the movement causes your clit to rub against Kori’s underneath you. Your moans ring out in unison, spurring movement from both men.

Before you can blink, Roy’s sinking inside you from behind with Jason’s cock gagging you from the front.

Your eyes roll to the back of your head when Kori’s delicate hands fondle your tits, licking teasingly at your nipples as you take both of their dicks at once.

Is this heaven?

You’ve never moaned so loud before, feeling all inhibitions slip away with every thrust into your fucked-out form.

This is the first time you’ve felt Roy’s dick in you and holy shit are you going to need it in you more.

“Sharing so nicely for us,” Roy grunts as he pulls out of your slick cunt only to thrust it into Kori’s ready pussy beneath yours. “Is this what you wanted, Jay? To see my dick in their pretty little pussies so you can get off-“

Roy cuts himself off with a carnal moan as your tight heat welcomes him back. He rewards you with a sharp smack against each ass cheek followed by Kori’s soothing hands as she spreads your cheeks further for the redhead. Her long nails leave loving indents against your skin, only spurring your pleasure on further.

While Roy switches between your cunts, Jason alternates between your willing mouths.

“Shit,” Jason groans, pulling Roy in for a clashing kiss above you and Kori’s panting forms. “I don’t think I can last much longer,” Jason’s breath comes out shaky as he fucks deeper down your throat.

You’re slowly getting used to Kori’s intimate faces, enough to realize she’s close. You know you feel your own orgasm threatening to spill onto Roy’s jerky movements, but you hold strong.

You and Kori edge each other by playing with each others nipples and making out. Eventually, she rubs your clit and you attempt to return the favor, but your arm is too short to reach hers. She just chuckles lightly and whispers against your ear for you to enjoy. You swear you almost come right then and there.

It’s a chain reaction.

Jason pulls out of your mouth with a lewd ‘pop’ and emulates how Roy had come at the picnic. His sticky want coats both Kori’s and your tongues and even manages to splatter across your eyelashes. With Roy fucking into Kori during this, she follows Jason with a sweet sigh as you and Roy send her over the edge with your touch.

With Jason and Kori out, Roy doubles down on you. His strong grip secures around your hair, snapping your head back so you can look at him with every jerky thrust he shudders into you.

“Fuck me, please,” You beg, moaning when Kori picks up the pace on your clit and Jason’s mouth moves to encircle your tits with bruising care. “Roy!”

“You take that shit,” He grits against his teeth as he makes you come undone like never before. “Just like that, baby. Good girl,” He praises you as you cry out in pleasure.

Your orgasm wracks over you in dizzying waves that leave you wrecked and begging for his come as you buck against his thick cock. He obliges with a noise you’ve never heard from him before. He pulls out, jerking his cock as his come spurts onto your twitching cunt. The sticky arousal oozes and drips down from your cunt onto Kori’s in an erotic display that leaves Roy’s cock twitching.

Kori’s lithe fingers trickle down, using the thick substance as lube on your pulsating clit and ultimately sending you over the edge.

Once you come down from another orgasm, you fall into the pile of their spent bodies.

“This bed’s too small for this shit,” Jason and Roy snort while Kori merely draws you closer to her body.

“So, I think us bribing her with nerd shit worked, y’all,” You can’t help the laughter that spills from you as they all tiredly high-five each other over your come-covered body before cuddling around you. “You know this means you have to come work with us now, right?” Roy nudges you gently in the butt, “This is officially a cult and we’re taking over the world one GameStop at a time, are you up for it, cadet?”

“Roy,” You turn your head to the side to face him. “Are you trying to make me vote you out of the cuddle pile Survivor style?”

“Yeah, say my name just like that, gorgeous,” He purrs against your ear, completely ignoring the rest of your sentence. “S’long as you promise to quit that shitty fucking job you have for the shitty fucking job we have.”

“It’s not that bad,” Jason mumbles, running his hands through your hair delicately. As you’ve gotten to know him, you realize it’s his way of saying he also wants you to quit your diner job. “They’ve been bugging me to hire someone new, anyway.”

You nod, “Okay.”

“Cool,” He nods. “We have dental.”

You can’t help but snort at his ridiculous idea of pillow talk. Regardless of the squished space, you fall asleep easily surrounded by the ones you find yourself falling for more and more each day.

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Weeks fly by, then months, spending time with the three of them.

From aquarium dates to DIY spa treatments and nail painting weekends, you’ve never had such a blast. You’ve gotten a lot more comfortable with all of them as you all still figure out the mechanics of dating four people at once.

The bell above the diner rings out as Jason and Roy come to pick you up after your final shift at the diner. Next week you’ve been scheduled to train with Kori for your first shift at GameStop.

“Where’s Kori?” You ask as you hop into Roy’s shitty car.

“Her sister’s in town,” Jason replies as he shifts under you in the front seat. “She should be back around dinner, though.”

Roy pats your thigh as he slides into the drivers seat. He gives it a squeeze before revving the engine, “Got a problem with it being just me and Jay, beautiful?”

You obviously don’t. They’d taken turns fucking to you last night while Kori’d been at work.

You ignore his question, noticing he’s missed his turn, “Where are we going?”

“You still need to get your Xbox from your old place, right?”

You feel a certain calculatedness between him and Jason, as if you’re missing something they’ve clearly discussed. However, you push this aside as you make a mental checklist of what’s left. Your lease is up in a week and you’ve been steadily moving into a new place you’ll eventually share with them.

“That and one extra box of plushies.” You know Kori won’t allow you to donate any. If anything, you figure that they’ll be a nice welcome gift for her when the three of them officially move in with you a few weeks from now.

The place is perfect for what the four of you have going on.

It’s close enough to town that getting to work will be easy but far enough away that it feels entirely your own. It’s a townhouse with a massive master bedroom, something Jason’s planning to fill with a custom bed for all four of you to fit on. There’s even a four car garage due to the fact that the adjacent townhome isn’t in use and the landlord doesn’t give a fuck.

You pull up to your old place, sharing a cheeky smile with Jason as the memories of your first time with him come flooding back to both of you. You grab your Xbox and take one last look around.

A lot has changed since you first moved here, but the change has been good and you can’t complain.

The two of them share an unreadable look as you climb back into Jason’s lap. Before you can question it, Roy’s already peeling off. He’s blasting his college band’s EP at full blast as the three of you jet off under the blazing desert sun.

“You ready, Jay?” Roy asks cheekily.

Jason looks pissed that he’s even asked and refuses to give him a response.

“Ready for what?” You bite.

But all Roy does is smirk, “Don’t worry, baby. You’ll like it,” His freckled fingers tap to the drumbeat against the steering wheel as he screeches down the main streets. His shitty Mustang takes you all the way to the edge of town to your new place.

Roy hops out of the car first, jogging, then sliding across the hood to open the door for you and Jason. The redhead helps you out of the coupe, taking your hand in his and pressing a gentle kiss atop it before doing the same to a begrudged Jason.

“Why are you guys acting so fucking weird?” You ask as they each take one of your hands into their own. Roy remains quiet, forcing Jason to answer you. Jason’s seemed on edge ever since the two of them had picked you up from the diner. You don’t understand why he’s so nervous around you today.

“We have a surprise for you,” Is all Jason says.

The more nervous he is, you’ve found, the quieter he becomes. Whatever the surprise is, the way he’s acting right now reminds you of your first date to the outside library.

It’s cute.

“Kori helped, too,” Roy adds helpfully as he goes about unlocking the door.

Upon entry, everything looks normal. Nothing’s out of place so you’re still entirely in the dark on the whole surprise. Well, dark in general considering no one’s bothered to turn on any lights yet.

Jason flicks on the light to the stairs and takes the lead, seemingly nervous while Roy trails behind you with a wicked smirk.

From behind you, Roy covers over your eyes as you make land on the second floor, though you accidentally stumble into Jason in front of you because of it.

“Sorry!” You attempt to pry Roy’s freckled hands from your face so you can, you know, fucking see, but he remains resolute.

“Wouldn’t want to ruin your surprise, now would we, gorgeous?”

“Jason,” You beg for backup that never comes.

“He’s not gonna be any help, baby. This whole thing was his idea,” Roy’s breath tickles against your ear as you’re shuffled into a room. “Wasn’t it, Jason?”

“Shut it, Harper,” He hisses. Regardless of his harsh tone, he’s gentle with you as he situates you to sit on…?

“Is this a bed?”

Both men snort at your observation.

“Yeah,” At Jason’s response, Roy finally lifts his hands from your eyes.

You look down at the huge fucking mattress you’re sitting on. It’s easily the size of two king-sized mattresses and would definitely be a comfortable fit for the four of you as you settle into your new shared space. Hell, they’ve even gone so far as to put on the sheets and everything.

You can tell it was Kori’s tall-ass that hung the TV because it’s way too fucking far up the wall, but at least it’s already set up with Roy’s Xbox. The room, no, the entire house needs some more work, but it’s an amazing and exciting start. Definitely a good surprise, you think to yourself with a smile.

It’s obvious that they’d just been over here from the screen that remains idle from the last game they’d been playing.

“This is,” You turn around from where you are at the edge of the bed to get a better look at the ginormous contraption, “insane. I love it!” Jason seems genuinely pleased by your reaction and seems to finally relax a bit. Good. “I was seriously wondering why you were acting so nervous,” You snort in Jason’s direction.

Instead of smiling, he suddenly seems entirely nervous again.

Weird.

“Oh, that’s not because of the bed,” Roy jests toward a constipated looking Jason. “Is it, Jay?”

Jason sighs, moving forward to crouch in front of you and the new bed, “I needed the dumbass’ help.” You raise a brow, first at him, then at Roy’s cheeky form behind him, “I want to please you.”

You can’t help it, you choke on your spit.

“You do, Jay,” You’re quick to reassure him, completely confused by whatever the fuck’s going on here.

His lips quirk slightly at the nickname, “I know, but I want to try something new; something I haven’t really done before. That’s why I want Roy to be here. I want to learn, but I also want it to feel good for you.”

“Uh,” You’re even more confused than before. “Okay.”

Jason, however, is saved by the bell as Kori FaceTimes you.

“You have seen the surprise, correct?” The redhead beams at you through the screen. You lift your arm up and fall backwards onto the comfy bed in lieu of a response, “Oh, yay!” She squeals, “You like it, then, yes?”

“Of course, Kor,” She beams at your nickname for her. “I love y-it, so much,” You rush to add the last part to cover up your near slip. You weren’t going to be the first one to say it, especially not over the fucking phone. You go to hand the phone to Jason and Roy so they can say ‘hi,’ but they’re too busy eyeing your spread-out form on the mattress. “Uh, Kori?”

“Yes?” Her wide green eyes look at you with concern.

“Are you somewhere private by chance?”

“Private?” You flip around the camera to show Jason and Roy both donning their bedroom eyes. “Oh,” She mumbles cutely as the screen on her end starts jostling around.

Meanwhile, Roy joins you on the oversized bed while Jason sinks to his knees in front of you.

“You like when I spank you, right?” You nod at Jason, not understanding the connection. “I want to do that and more with you, but I don’t really know how to without Roy’s experience, hence…” He trails off awkwardly.

He’s not even looking at you, so he can’t see how you beam at his statement.

“Tell her what you want,” Roy encourages in a deep voice. His hand trickle up and down the arm closest to him while the other grabs for the phone. “You want a show, Star?”

“I would love one,” You watch as Kori bites her lip, settling into what seems to be in a bathroom.

Roy props up the phone in just a way that allows Kori the perfect view of the three of you and the three of you the perfect view of her. As soon as he’s pleased with the positioning, he coaxes you in for a slow, deep kiss.

Your eyes flutter shut as the two men take turns kissing your lips and each other’s. When you go to trail your hand up Jason’s thigh, he stops you.

“We still need a safe word,” Jason mumbles against your lips, eyes searching yours with hesitation as if he’s afraid he’s said the wrong thing.

He hasn’t and you assure him of it with a sensual, slow kiss.

“Red?”

“Simple enough,” He concurs.

Everyone jumps when the console rings out a warning that it’ll be shutting down soon. It’s then that Roy’s face twists up coyly.

“I think I have an idea,” He quickly shoves on Jason’s sweats, going commando as he picks up his car keys and jogs out of the room at half-mast.

He returns moments later with… “Tape?”

You’re lost.

He merely hands it to Jason before stripping back down. As he rejoins you on the bed, he languidly drapes across your body to draw you in for a toe-curling kiss. It’s then that you notice the rope as well.

Your stomach flips in anticipation of what’s to come.

“You remember our safe word?” Jason asks before he rips the tape off of the roll with his teeth.

“I do,” His eyes flash with something you can’t quite place as he uses the tape to secure the controller against your upper thigh. He angles it in just a way that allows the edge of it to rest against your clit.

From there, Roy untangles the rope while Jason turns his attention to the survival game on the screen. The car he gets into vibrates intensely, sending you shooting forward into Roy’s firm chest, “Shit!” Roy’s laughter booms against your smooshed face until he helps you resituate.

“Should I crash the fucking car into a mountain, or something? It’s hard to focus on this and the driving’sall,” Jason cutely turns around, looking at Roy with an innocence the situation should not possess, but you’re so glad it does. “That way when I accelerate it doesn’t have to go anywhere but it’ll still vibrate.”

You and Roy share a look, leaving you to bite your lip.

Roy snorts, “Sure, Jay.”

Jason does end up crashing the car, sending the controller absolutely crazy as he does.

You cry out in pleasure, wriggling against the sheets at the brief burst of vibration. Roy motions Jason closer as he lays the rope across your skin, helping Jason knot and twist it until you’re sufficiently hogtied. The silky rope is tight around each of your breasts, threading down between your pussy lips, then straight through to part your asscheeks salaciously.

Once Roy’s pleased, he commands Jason to slip you over onto your stomach so you face Kori.

Kori licks her index finger nice and slow for you, propping her phone up on the sink to give you all a nice view of her manicured nails slipping through her bush, all the way down to her clit. She begins rubbing slowly, watching sardonically as you whimper against the low vibrations.

“As much as this is about Jason, baby,” You feel someone lining up behind you and mewl pathetically. Your eyes can hardly focus on Kori on the screen in front of you, let alone the camera displaying you, Jason and Roy. “Would it be alright if I cut in?”

“Fuck,” You groan, feeling the phantom weight of his member bobbing close to your entrance.

Surprisingly it’s Jason who runs a calm hand through your hair before bundling it up and tugging your head back to meet their faces. Your mouth forms a tiny ‘o’ when your eyes rest upon theirs.

“We need a verbal response,” Jason’s voice sinfully dribbles across your name, you have no choice but to give in to his domineering demeanor.

“Please,” Comes your wrecked response.

“Good boy, Jay,” Roy smirks wolfishly as he drags Jason in for a searing kiss. “I just want a taste, promise, then she’s all yours. Control the remote for me for a sec, okay?” Roy turns his attention back to you with a wicked gaze. “You ready, beautiful?”

Were you ready for him to fuck you when you’ve been waiting for his dick ever since the first break room escapade?

“I don’t think I can wait any longer, Roy,” You answer honestly. It seems to catch him off guard. His face opens up for you in a way you haven’t seen since he made it official in the desert.

“Really?” Even Jason seems surprised by his reaction.

You bite your lip, nodding coquettishly.

“Jay know this?” Roy asks breathlessly, looking at you like he wants to devour you right then and there. “How bad you want me?”

Your eyes flicker over to Jason, which he takes as an opportunity to rev the game, vibrating the controller.

“Answer him,” The shyness in Jason’s voice is completely gone. You might think he was even upset had it not been for the obvious tent in his boxers.

“I talk about you all the time,” You say as he slinks over your body, hovering over you with his larger form. You feel embarrassed to go on, but Kori’s encouraging coos leave you no choice but to divulge everything. “He asks me if I’m imagining it’s you when he’s fucking into me,” Jason releases a shaky exhale at your admission. “He stretches me out, telling me to imagine he’s getting me ready for the two of you to fuck my pussy at the same time-“

“Shit, Jay,” Roy breathes, turning his head around to face Jason’s blushing form. “Such a filthy mouth. I’ll need to punish you later, won’t I?”

He rolls his eyes, but Roy lets him off easy as he’s more preoccupied with lining himself up. The tip of his cock teases your already slick entrance, threatening to push through and fill you for the first time. You’re reeling when Jason decides to amp up the vibrations.

You arch upward into Roy’s body. Your dazed eyes try to focus on Kori in front of you, but everything feels so fucking good. You’re pretty sure your mouth is moving, but you have no idea if anything coherent comes out once Roy’s tip breaches your tight cunt.

He pushes in slowly, murmuring sweet things in your ear as he fills your cunt with his girth. Jason’s slowed down the vibrations to nearly nothing so you can feel all of Roy as he fully pushes in.

You’ve just gotten used to his thick cock when Jason makes a demand, “Moan for Kori.”

Roy groans, body shivering inside you as your eyes meet hers on the screen.

You blush, suddenly feeling shy as her half-lidded neon green eyes meet your widened ones. Jason won’t allow it, though as he amps up the controller to a nearly unbearable speed. You unleash an unholy moan, arousal leaking through the cracks in a way that leaves your partners visibly affected.

“More,” Kori commands and you have no choice but to give in.

Roy’s hips pick up the pace, thrusting deeper and deeper with each thrust until you’re wriggling around helplessly in their combined hold. The controller remains high as Jason claims your mouth in an aggressive kiss that matches Roy’s aggressive pace. Each thrust leaves the ropes tugging in all the right places, adding to the already intense sensations you’re assaulted with.

You don’t realize you’re coming until the strength of it forces Roy’s leaking cock out of your cunt. Just like at the picnic, you squirt everywhere, drenching everyone in the vicinity in your want.

“It’s been so long since you’ve squirted for us, baby,” Roy practically vibrates next to your panting form.

You’re too sensitive and whine until they untape the controller from your thigh but the ropes stay on. There’s no time for recovery before Jason stakes his claim on you.

Jason tentatively fucks your dripping cunt until Roy’s gentle encouragement spurs him to shove his fingers in your mouth. Your tongue lulls out of your mouth in response, wanting- no, needing to be filled. The way you feel, coupled with the way they’re talking about you like a fucking object leaves you reeling.

“Kori,” You whimper as she watches you sardonically through the screen.

“She can’t help you, babe,” Jason’s husky voice groans against your ear. “You want Roy’s dick?” Your lulled tongue drooling is the only response the redhead needs as he lines himself up with your open mouth.

“If it gets to be too much, just snap your fingers, okay?” You nod gratefully.

It’s not too much at all. In fact, it’s everything you need and more.

You’ve never tried consecutive orgasms before, but damn if you didn’t feel like you were about to come again. This time it builds with an icy tremor across your hot skin, blossoming across your face all the way down to your lower stomach.

Kori’s fingers speed up on the screen. She’s wet as fuck. You can hear it with every slick flick of her fingers against her creamy cunt. It’s all too much and entirely not enough.

“Mmph!” You groan against Roy’s cock as Jason drills into your g-spot. Each thrust tightens the ropes around your body in the most delicious way. You wriggle your ass helplessly in the air as you take their wanton ministrations.

Your eyes tear up as you take Roy’s impressive length deeper down your throat, attention on Kori as you near closer to coming undone again. Roy pulls out, smacking his dick against your cheeks and drawing the tip teasingly across your swollen, fuck-doll lips.

“You like Jay’s dick?” Roy smirks down at your lucid face. When you don’t respond, he tugs at the hold he has on your hair. “Answer us,” He demands, teeth gritted in arousal as he awaits your answer.

“Feels,” You pant, moaning when Roy smacks your face lightly so you focus on finishing your sentence. “So good, Jason. Please!” You beg as his hips snap flush against your tight hole. “Feels so fucking good, baby.”

“You want to come?” Jason takes over control of your hair from Roy as he snaps your head back to force you into a dizzying kiss.

You nod, gasping as you pull apart, “Please, Jay.”

He groans at the nickname, doubling his efforts on your pussy.

“So beautiful,” Kori praises

He doesn’t last much longer. His hips snap into your tight heat a few more sloppy thrusts before his hot come fills inside your cunt deep. He groans, smacking your ass like you showed him you like as he pulls out. Roy doesn’t let too much come escape before he flips your sensitive come filled cunt around for Kori to see.

She wanted a show, so you’re going to give her one.

“Talk to her, Star,” Roy prompts as he fingers all the come that’s fallen to your thighs back inside your pussy with a lewd squelch. You pull away from him slightly, spurring slight concern, “Are you okay, baby? Do you need to use the safe word?” You shake your head with a gentle moan as you settle back toward him. “Are you sure?”

“Verbal,” Jason warns you.

“Yes, I’m sure,” You wriggle back even more toward Roy’s dripping fingers as if to prove your point.

Jason praises with a light kiss to your brow, “Good girl.” His eyes, however, are entirely focused on the mess Roy’s pushing in and out of your tight cunt.

“I wish I could taste you,” Star whimpers quietly into the speaker.

Though you can’t see her from your position, her voice is enough to send tantalizing shivers down your used body.

“Film this shit, Jay,” Roy eagerly hands the phone to Jason to film Roy fucking Jason’s come into you until Roy’s soon joins the mix.

You’re panting, entirely exhausted, as they show off you’re fucked-out form to a gasping Kori. It’s erotic enough of a sight that she sputters and comes onto her three fingers soon after you’ve been filled.

There’s a light knock on the bathroom door and Kori’s quick to sheepishly wave and hang up. However, she manages to catch the beginning of your orgasm as Jason and Roy lavish you with their fingers and tongues. You come with a muffled cry against the fingers Jason’s shoved in your mouth, releasing against the pads of Roy’s expert fingers.

You’re left groaning in overstimulation when it’s all done.

They pepper kisses across your heated skin as you come down from the high, mewling all the while. Once you’re more coherent, Roy shows Jason how to remove the ropes that bind you.

“You were so good,” Jason looks to Roy for encouragement that this is what comes next.

It apparently is because, the next thing you know, Roy’s rifling around in your bathroom shit for lotion. Roy instructs Jason to warm it between his hands slightly before placing it on your tender skin.

They murmur praises against your ears, pressing kisses along your body as they continue the aftercare.

“How do you feel, gorgeous?” Roy asks. “Does anything hurt?”

“Mm,” You moan as their hands work gently against your body. “I feel really fucking good.”

“Nothing hurts?” Jason confirms.

“Nope,” You pop the ‘p’ as you lazily drawl the word from your fucked-out mouth.

“So,” Jason starts tentatively. His hands still their movements on your skin as if he’s suddenly nervous. “You’d want to try this again?”

“Of course,” You say with a smile, “but next time I want Kori to fuck me with her alien strap, too.”

The look in both of their eyes prove that they agree completely.

🎮🎮🎮🎮

Later that night, Kori interrupts your gaming session as she bursts in with three bags of something that smells incredible.

“I brought takeout!”

You pause the game to greet her with a chaste kiss that she deepens, “How was your sister?”

“It was good! We got lunch at the new place downtown you told me about,” She presses another chaste kiss to your lips before moving to greet Jason and Roy with much of the same. “Then we went shopping- oh!” She pulls out a red dress from her bag. “I got this for you!”

It’s as red as your cheeks and easily matches the safeword from earlier. You take the dress gratefully, if not sheepishly, “Thank you, Kor. So, you had fun?”

“Mostly,” She hums as she sets out an abundance of steaming boxes. “Sometimes my sister can be…” Kori trails off, as if not knowing the word.

“Difficult,” Roy supplies for her.

“Yes,” Kori beams in his direction. You help her set out plates while she and Jason dish out enough food to feed an army. “I still had a good time, though. I miss her.”

“I take it you told her about us?” Jason asks, though he refuses to make eye contact with anyone.

“I did,” She nods, seemingly worried that it’s the wrong answer.

“And?” He questions.

“She did not care for it, Jason.”

Jason responds as if on autopilot, “I see.”

Your stomach sinks. You’ve yet to tell anyone back home, but you’d hate to face rejection when you do. Even Roy seems disappointed, though he doesn’t look surprised. Meanwhile, Jason’s wearing his best version of a poker face, though you all know him well enough to see right through it.

Though you obviously feel affected by the rejection, you hate seeing how it wears on your partners. Your not going to let one person’s opinion come between who you’ve really been falling in love with.

You refuse to let Kori’s sister have this affect over any of you.

“Well, I like what we have,” You sit back down at the table, blushing when all three easily follow behind you. “It’s unconventional, sure, but it’s not like we need approval from her or anyone,” You continue on before your anxiety can tell you to shut up. “Besides, us all living together is just the first step of, well, everything. We know what we want for ourselves and we’re doing it, of course people are going to be dicks about it, regardless of the, you know,” You trail off sheepishly as you look around the table at your awe-struck partners, “polyamory… anyway. Never mind.”

It’s completely quiet as your words sink over the sullied mood.

“She is right,” Kori’s the one who ends up breaking the silence. You wait for her to say more and are completely shocked when she does, “I love all of you.”

You don’t mean to but you gasp. No one’s yet to broach the L-word, so it takes you completely off guard.

“I’ve never been one to give a fuck what anyone says or thinks,” Jason says. “I love you guys, too.” His serious face draws a smile to yours. Meanwhile, Roy looks like he’s just won the lottery.

“I love you all,” Roy quickly spouts.

No one pressures you and you almost consider keeping your feelings to yourself. Almost.

They’ve all been there for you when no one else was and all they ask for in return is all you could ever ask of them. They’re all completely different and, yet all completely perfect for you. If they’re being this open, you want to be open with them, too.

“So, we’re all in love, then?” You blush, hoping it’s not too obvious but it doesn’t seem to matter regardless.

All of them are up, out of their seats to draw you into a group hug. Tiny kisses are scattered across everyone’s everywhereuntil, eventually, dinner moves to the new bed.

They make good on their word of the strap, something Kori completely dominates you with. She lays behind you as she fucks into you lazily with her ginaormous alien-dick strap. Her hands trail up your body as you flick your tongue against Roy’s, who’s laying on his side facing you while Jason fucks into him from behind, mirroring Kori’s position behind you.

It’s slow and intimate as the four of you meld together as lovers.

When you’re finished, you can’t help but feel a little disappointed. They were all going to go back to their place, leaving you alone for the first night over at the new place.

“What is wrong?” Kori lifts your chin gently, searching your eyes with confusion. Her slow cleaning movements against your skin halt. “Is it me?”

“No, it’s not you,” You snort, turning around in her arms to give her a chaste, reassuring kiss. “Well, kind of,” She quirks a brow, something you find entirely too cute. “I want this to feel even more like our place. I don’t want to stay here all alone,” You end with a pout.

“We were already planning on staying the night, love,” Jason places a reassuring kiss against your forehead.

You brighten instantly, “You’re all staying?”

“Of course,” Jason says at the same time Roy says, “We do have a bed to break in, right?”

“It doesn’t just have to be sex,” You say.

You’re already feeling completely spent after such an adventurous day. All you want to do is snuggle in bed with them, watching shitty movies that Jason and Kori pick out. So, this is exactly what the four of you do. You’re all propped up on the new bed together as some old movie flickers across the screen. Roy had argued for Dirty Dancing, but had conceded to Jason’s pick of Somewhere in Time.

“Of course you’d pick a chick-flick,” Roy half-heartedly complains approximately 20 minutes in.

“Picked it out just for you, Harper,” Before he can say any more, Roy quite literally hits him with a pillow over the face, “You redheaded fucking cunt,” Jason takes the pillow and smacks him over his head in retaliation.

“PILLOW FIGHT!” Roy swipes the pillow from behind your back, standing on the bed in Jason’s big sweats to smack you and Kori in the face.

You share one look with her before the two of you are up and joining in.

Roy attempts to get another one over on Jason, but Jason pulls his sweats down and tackles him to the mattress before he can. Roy wrestles with him, attempting to dodge the pillow Jason brings down upon him, but it’s in vain.

You take a different approach. You’re on your knees, giggling with Kori. You lightly take hits at each other back and forth like it’s soft porn as feathers empty out of it and litter into the air. You manage to keep it sexy until you accidentally get one good smack on her.

Suddenly it’s not so sexy.

Kori’s on your ass in an instant, decking you in the face with a new pillow, sending a new plume of feathers into the already filled air. You double over in laughter, holding up your hands in surrender but she doesn’t concede. Instead, she holds you down as Roy straddles you to finish you off in her honor.

Jason comes valiantly to your rescue. He’s able to get Roy off of you, but when it comes to Kori, he’s fucked. She decks him with two pillows to the face with a super strength you’re convinced she holds.

The pillow fight only lasts so long before is devolves into a make out pile. You kiss anyone and everyone you can get your hands on, writhing against their familiar bodies in the massacre of feathers that now coat the duvet. You and Kori eventually tire and shoo the men off the bed to swipe the excess feathers to the floor.

With a clean bed and feathered hair, Kori grabs Roy bridal style. She deposits him into bed before joining him under the covers. Jason lifts you in the same way, tucking you into bed next to them with a dopey smile. You end up cuddling in between Jason and Roy with Kori splayed partially over you and the other redhead.

With all of them by your side, you now realize your first observation of this town had been incorrect. Yes, it’s true that, on the surface, the desert lacked life, the caring people you’ve surrounded yourself with definitely do not. No, they make it beautiful, magical even.

Though at first, all you could see was red dust, Kori, Roy and Jason have since shown you the sturdy roots and budding flora that scatter across the horizon. It’s something you may have glanced over in the beginning, but now it’s all you can see.

It’s different, sometimes dizzying how different your life has become since meeting them, but you wouldn’t trade it for the world. No, you wouldn’t have it any other way.

A/N: really sad this one is finally coming to an end! this was the third fic i'd ever written for the fandom and now i'm sitting at 6!

let me know your thoughts or if you'd like to see any dialoge or scenes for this universe! i'd love to make oneshots for it

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