dickgraysonisnothereforthis

[dickgraysonisnothereforthis]

practice round

dick grayson x fem!reader

summary; when some guy takes an interest in you, your extremely thoughtful best friend dick convinces you that you need a little more… experience. and who better to help you practice, than himself?

warnings; 18+, manipulation, yandere-lite themes… best friends <3 nsfw, reader is inexperienced, but not a virgin, possessiveness, fem!reader, oral (fem receiving), fingering, unprotected sex (reader is on the pill)

author’s note; felt depraved things writing this… if you enjoy then let me know!

You’re sat on your bed, curled up near the edge where Dick is sprawled out on the floor beside you, scrolling through his phone.

He noticed a slight shift in your behaviour about ten minutes ago when you’d received a notification on your phone. He wonders if you’re going to tell him about it — he supposes it doesn’t really matter if you don’t. He’ll just look through it later, but of course he wants you to be the one to share.

You look so nervous, knees drawn up to your chest like you’re trying to make yourself smaller. It’s adorable. It’s pathetic. It makes something sharp twist in Dick’s stomach.

Finally, you blurt it out. “So… this guy asked me out.”

Dick stills, his finger hovering over his phone screen as he freezes in place. “Yeah? Who?”

You say his name like you’re embarrassed and Dick smiles, slow and easy. But inside, he’s seething. It takes a lot to keep his expression carefully neutral. He’s heard you talk about this guy before, offhandedly calling him cute. He has no idea you may have possibly been forming a crush on him.

You hug your pillow against your chest and scrunch up your nose. “He’s so… popular. You know? Good looking. Everyone’s obsessed with him, so I don’t know…”

“Sure,” Dick mumbles, pretending to focus on his Instagram feed again. “He’s been with… what, half the senior class?”

You wince. Dick thanks the universe in this moment that the guy who has taken an interest in you is basically a manwhore. It’s going to make this so much easier.

“Yeah,” you say, nodding slowly. “Yeah, I guess. He’s really, uh, experienced.”

Dick turns around to face you properly. He scans your face, assessing the way you bite at your lip and look down, your gaze faraway somewhere. “Wait, you’re nervous.”

He forces himself to sound surprised, but of course he knows you’re nervous. He’s banking on it, in fact.

You nod, sighing as you lean back on your bed. “What if I’m not enough for him in… y’know, that area. He’s probably used to girls who know what they’re doing and I’ve barely even—”

“Hey, hey,” Dick cuts you off, getting up to take a seat next to you on the bed and reaching a hand out to lightly squeeze your knee. “You’re more than enough, sweetheart.”

He means that. You’re way more than that jackass deserves. Dick has heard how he’s talked about women before. Even if this guy wasn’t scum, there’s no way in hell Dick is going to let him have you. The gears in his mind are already turning and there’s a growing excitement in his lower belly that he can hardly contain.

“You just said that he’s been with so many people,” you point out, frowning at him.

Dick sighs, like it pains him to say it. “Yeah, well. Sure, he’s probably used to certain things. Stuff he’s probably expecting without even thinking about it. But that isn’t your fault.”

You stare at him, looking utterly crestfallen. He can practically hear your heart sinking and it only spurs him on as he shifts closer to you, dropping his voice into something more intimate and safe.

“Any guy would be lucky to have you. You know that right?”

“Thanks, Dick,” you mumble, trying to smile. But he’s not done.

“It’s just guys like him,” Dick continues slowly and deliberately, carefully choosing his words. “They get bored really fast. If something feels too new… too awkward…”

He trails off, allowing the implication to hang heavy between you. Dick is well aware that you’re not a virgin, but you may as well be. He’s talking bullshit, obviously. He knows that this guy would kill to have you in his bed and that your lack of experience would only make you more appealing to his sick mind. Dick would know, considering his mind is even sicker when it comes to you. The difference is that you actually mean something to Dick.

“Oh,” you whisper, dropping your gaze. You look disappointed and Dick knows exactly what to say next.

“Look, if you’re that worried,” he starts, sighing like you’ve presented him with a problem. “You could always practice.”

You blink at him, startled. “Practice?”

He smiles at you, all warm and encouraging like he’s offering you a life raft. “Yeah. To get comfortable. Figure out what you like, what feels good. What to do. So that when it matters, you’re not nervous.”

You let out a nervous laugh, hesitating. “I guess. But, with who?”

Dick shrugs, noncommittal. “Me, if you want.”

As expected, you whip your head up to gape at him, wide-eyed and shocked. “What?”

He rolls his eyes, as though what you’re saying is silly. “Don’t make it weird,” he chuckles under his breath, keeping his hand on your knee. “We’re best friends. You trust me, right?”

You open your mouth, like you’re about to argue but then you shut it. Because you do trust him — you always have. “Yeah, I do, but—”

“Doesn’t have to mean anything,” he says, softening his voice even more. Every word coming out of his mouth is a lie, but they’re necessary, really. You don’t know what you want yet, which is exactly why he’s here to help. “And wouldn’t you want to practice with someone you’re comfortable with? Someone who only wants to make you feel good and confident. To teach you how to make someone happy.”

Lies, lies, lies. He has no intention of letting that happen.

Dick starts to stroke your wrist, thumb gliding lazy circles over your pulse like he’s trying to calm you down. Judging by the way it quickens, he’s doing the opposite and he has to fight to hide his grin.

Your voice cracks when you finally whisper back. “You really think it’ll help?”

“Yeah, but it’s totally up to you. You don’t have to decide right now,” he says lightly, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear and marvelling at how your gaze is tracking his every movement. “If you’re already this nervous…”

Your voice comes out impossibly small. “What would we even do?”

Dick’s mouth twitches as he tries not to smile triumphantly. He’s got you exactly where he wants and he’s elated.

“We can just kiss for now,” he murmurs, brushing a thumb over your lips, immediately making them part. Fuck, he’s going to have a hard time stopping if that’s all you want to do. “Whatever you want.”

After hesitating for a second and testing Dick’s patience, you finally nod. It’s shy, barely a movement of your head, but you’re smiling at him and Dick feels it go straight to his groin.

“Okay, then,” he murmurs, agreeable like you’ve coaxed him into it. “Do you want to set the pace, or should I?”

Your shoulders relax a little at the kindness in his voice and you swallow. “You… you can.”

He almost groans at your words. So submissive, so willing. You’re giving him permission to do what he wants and oh, he’s going to take it.

Dick gently positions you so that you’re facing him a little closer, sneaking his hand around to your back like he’s done a million times. Except this time, he gently lifts up your chin and offers you a reassuring smile and you can’t help returning it, albeit nervously. It’s Dick after all — your best friend in the whole world. And he’s such a good one for helping you out, right?

As if you’re getting impatient, you glance down at his lips and he decides that’s enough playing around.

Dick leans forward and brushes his lips against yours to test the waters. When you don’t move away, he presses his mouth to yours and your eyes flutter shut.

You’re a little stiff at first, hesitant and unsure as you allow Dick to lead. And he’s more than happy to show you.

He tilts his head slightly, deepening the kiss as his hand slips back to cradle the back of your neck. His fingers tangle in your hair, fully controlling your movements and you let out the tiniest, most helpless whimper he’s ever heard from you.

Dick nearly loses it there and then.

He pulls back slightly, just enough to speak, and his lips brush yours with every word. “You can kiss me back, sweetheart,” he murmurs, voice coaxing and patient. He brushes his knuckles against your spine and swallows hard when you instinctively arch up into him. “Just… follow what I do.”

You nod, your expression dazed and faraway and when he leans in again, you press your mouth to his in a soft kiss.

Dick smiles against you, rewarding you by slanting his mouth more firmly against yours. This time he lets the kiss linger, letting you feel his warmth, the careful way he parts his lips to guide you how to breathe through it.

When you mimic him, he hums low in his throat, the noise vibrating against your lips.

“Good girl,” he whispers, barely pulling back, his voice rough with approval. “You’re doing so good for me.”

Your lips turn up, a shy smile gracing your face as you shiver slightly. “Thank you,” you mumble out, like you’re embarrassed.

Dick has manipulated you into kissing him and you’re thanking him. He’s so giddy he could burst.

Instead he settles for kissing you again, even deeper as his hands slide down to your hips where they lightly squeeze. The action makes you gasp softly against the kiss and he uses it, sliding his tongue against your bottom lip.

You stiffen, unsure and he immediately soothes you, hand against the side of your thigh. Your nerves are so cute. Almost as cute as the strawberry lipgloss that he’s tasting, which he knows is your favourite.

“Open up for me, baby,” he murmurs, voice dripping with patience. “Just a little. Let me in.”

You part your lips, all hesitant and sweet and Dick rewards you immediately by slipping his tongue in your mouth. You melt against him some more and he takes it as a sign to go further until he’s licking into your mouth, kissing you like he’s trying to eat you alive.

He’s borderline devouring you, getting hungrier when he feels you start to move with him, gasping into his mouth and making soft, pleased noises.

Dick can feel how overwhelmed you already are when you helplessly reach out to grab the fabric of his t-shirt, clutching him like a lifeline. He needs more.

Pulling back far enough to speak, he tries to control his own breathing. It’s just so hard when he’s this excited. “When a guy really likes a girl…” he says lowly. “He won’t wanna stop at just kissing. You wanna make sure you’re ready for all of that?”

You stiffen for a second and Dick decides to change his tune, gently kissing your forehead like he always does and begins to shift back a little.

“I mean, we don’t have to,” he relents, trying to sound as flippant as he possibly can when his hard on is painfully straining against his jeans. He begins to slide his hands away from your body as though he’s unaffected. As though his jaw isn’t clenched from the restraint of not touching you. “We can stop.”

“No!” Your hands shoot out to hold his own in place where they grip your waist and your eyes don’t leave his mouth for a second. Your’e panting softly, lips swollen and bitten — courtesy of Dick — and your eyes are glassy. “I— we don’t have to stop… I want to keep going. Please.”

Who is he to deny you when you ask so sweetly?

“Whatever you want,” he agrees, voice calm as ever. But his blood is hot and he’s trying so hard not to rip off your clothes and fuck you into the mattress until your bed is broken in half. All in good time, he tells himself as he guides you further back. “Lie down for me?”

You rest your head against your pillows obediently and Dick runs his hands up your sides, slowly and teasingly. “I’m going to take off your shirt now.”

Nodding, you lift up your arms when he begins to peel away your oversized t-shirt, shrugging it over your head to toss it to the ground. Dick’s eyes don’t leave your chest and it’s like he’s a man possessed when he immediately leans down to drop kisses to your neck and down your chest, grazing the swell of your breasts.

“So, so pretty,” he mumbles against your skin, his hands sliding behind your back to fumble with your bra clasp. You don’t stiffen this time and he takes it as permission to unclasp it before sliding your straps down your arms and leaning back to stare at you. “Fuck…”

You shrink under his gaze, trying to place your hands over your chest when he doesn’t move, and the action snaps him out of it.

“Don’t cover up,” he instructs, impatiently brushing your hands away before looking directly into your eyes. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”

A little laugh leaves you, like you don’t believe him and he decides it’s high time to convince you. Ducking his head down, Dick immediately swipes his tongue across your hardened nipple and you hiss, hand flying up to muffle your gasps as he starts to suck. Everywhere. He’s biting and licking at your chest, purposely leaving marks. If you try and do this with anyone else, they’ll know he was here first with all the blossoming bruises he’s sucking onto your skin.

Your gasps are coming out too quietly for his liking.

“No, don’t cover your mouth,” he says firmly, circling your wrists with his much larger hands to guide them away and pin them to your sides. “Guys like it when you’re noisy.”

Translation: Dick wants to hear you scream.

He returns his mouth to your body, this time venturing lower as he peppers kisses to your stomach. Lower and lower until he’s at the waistband of your shorts. He kisses around your belly button, nipping at your skin to distract you from your nerves as he slides the shorts down your legs.

You’re not even protesting anymore. In fact, you’re eager as you kick the item of clothing off your body. Dick huffs out a laugh against your belly when he sees your pink cherry-print panties. He recognises them from all the times he’s rifled through your underwear draw — it’s his favourite pair.

“Stop laughing,” you say breathlessly as you playfully tug on a strand of Dick’s hair. “It’s laundry day.”

“No, it’s cute,” he says, completely serious as you roll your eyes. The attitude you give him makes him want to fuck it out of you and so he swipes his thumb across the centre of your panties, right where your clit is, pulling a breathless sound from you. “So, so cute.”

You’re already soaked through the pink and red fabric, your wetness forming a damp spot visible through your panties and he grins. Shit, he’s barely touched you.

Dick props up your legs for better access and tugs at your panties, sliding them down to your ankles and then he groans.

He sounds like you’ve just sucker-punched him and before you have the time to process it, Dick sinks a finger into you easily and without any friction.

You’re so wet that it slides right in and the sounds that leave your lips make Dick’s mouth water. You’re gasping on choked breaths as he moves in and out of you, dragging his digit against your walls.

“So responsive,” he exhales, keeping a slow pace as not to overwhelm you. It only lasts a second though, as he can’t help wondering what other noises he can get out of you. His other hand comes up to start circling at your clit and your hand flys up to grab at his inky black locks.

“Oh, sh…shit. Dick, oh my God,” you whimper as the double stimulation makes your body twitch. You’re so consumed by pleasure that you probably don’t realise how hard you’re pulling on his hair — it’s a good thing he likes it. “Oh, please…”

He thinks he could die right now, hearing you beg him. For what, you don’t sound sure, but he obliges you with something. That something being a second finger which slides in almost as easily as the first.

The whine that leaves you is music to his ears and he pumps his fingers in and out, stretching you open in preparation. “Good?”

His question is teasing, since he can tell from the way your eyes are screwed shut that you do think it’s good. You nod nonetheless, whimpering out a “Yeah, so good. S-so good, Dick.”

Dick hums, increasing his pace absentmindedly as his erection brushes against your sheets. He’s practically humping your duvet, it’s pathetic. But he can’t bring himself to feel shameful about it when you’re looking so fucked out before him and he’s barely even done anything.

Fuck, he’s nearly drooling and so he decides the only thing to do is remove his hand from your clit. Your eyes flutter open at the loss of contact, despite his fingers still moving inside of you.

“Wait, what are you— Nngh.”

Dick flattens his tongue against your cunt and drags it up over your clit. You cry out, tangling your fingers further in his hair and keeping his head between your legs. Not that you need to when he’s eating you out like a man starved.

His tongue is moving against you like you’re his last meal while his fingers curl upwards into your pussy, making your eyes prick with tears. The second he starts sucking at your clit, you arch off the bed and helplessly grind against his face, covering his chin in your slick.

Dick moans into your cunt, pulling away a little to ask you in between licks. “Are you close, sweetheart?”

When he doesn’t hear an answer, his fingers pause in their movements and he lifts his head up to look at you.

“I— I don’t know,” you whisper, breathing heavily. “I’ve never… y’know, I haven’t—”

You’ve never had an orgasm

It feels like Dick’s luckiest day alive, he thinks to himself and he can’t help the wicked grin that splits across his face. His slides his fingers out of you, making you whine and his grin widens as he climbs over you, swiping a hand over his mouth before pressing a sweet kiss to your lips.

“That’s okay, sweetheart,” he says soothingly, starting to pepper kisses over your cheek and jaw. “We still have more practicing. You’re going to cum on my cock for the first time, okay?”

“Okay.” Your response is almost immediate and he huffs out a laugh at how willing you are now. Any hesitation has since left you and Dick doesn’t have to convince you to do anything.

Not when you’re tugging at his shirt to take it off, which he happily obliges, reaching behind his back with one hand to shrug it over his head.

You exhale shakily, reaching out tentatively to trail your fingers over the sculpted lines of his chest, the hard ridges of muscle and the soft scattering of dark hair trailing down to disappear into his jeans.

“You’re beautiful too,” you say under your breath with a shy smile and he lets out a broken laugh, rough and shaky, grabbing your wrist and bringing it to his lips to press a kiss at your pulse point.

He’s going to absolutely ruin you.

When your hand drags down his abdomen and further down to his waistband, Dick shudders — a harsh tremor wracking through his body.

“Fuck,” he mutters, squeezing his eyes shut for a second. “Take off my jeans.”

Your fingers fumble to unbutton them and before he knows it, he’s tugging them off and you’re looking down at his cock straining impossibly hard against his boxers.

Dick doesn’t need to instruct you this time, and you’re hastily undressing him, allowing his achingly hard cock to spring free. You let out a breath at the sight of him, his leaking tip practically sore from neglect.

Your hands come up to hesitantly wrap around him, dragging his precum down his length to better stroke him. You do it painfully slow and he hisses through gritted teeth, jerking his hips into your hand which is so, so tiny compared to him.

“Am I doing this right?”

Your quizzical voice nearly makes him buckle, and he decides he’s had enough of not being inside of you.

“You’re perfect,” he promises, sliding a hand up the expanse of your thigh to squeeze your ass. “You’re more than perfect, but if you keep going, I’m going to cum all over your hand and that’s not what we’re practising today.”

You give him a sheepish smile, removing your warm hand and letting it rest by your side while he hovers over you.

Dick glances over your naked frame and nearly sighs aloud at the sight, leaning down to kiss your temple. “Are you ready?”

“Ready,” you say, nodding at him to continue.

Dick brings his length to your cunt and drags it up and down once to cover the tip in your slick, marvelling at the natural lubricant. He’s not going to need anything else to slip right in and when your body twitches at the feeling of his head dragging against your clit, he smirks.

And then he slips the tip right into you, slowly working you through the delicious burn as you gasp. In the back of his mind, he’s a little bit concerned that you haven’t bothered to ask him to wear a condom (not that he was going to — he knows exactly what birth control you’re on, it’s fine), but your compliance is so naive. He’s glad it’s just for him.

“Ohhh, fuck. You’re doing so well, you can take it,” he grunts out, trying to go further in as slow as possible. His hands are clenched around your sheets as he slowly pushes and pushes deeper into you. “You were made for this, weren’t you? Huh? You gonna take all of me?”

“Yes, please, please, please,” you mutter, voice hoarse and nearly inaudible.

“Please what?” Dick stills, not moving another inch as he freezes halfway inside of you. “What do you want me to do, baby? Use your words.”

“Dick,” you rasp out, trying to buck your hips up for more, but Dick grabs your waist and pins you down. You can’t move an inch when he does this. “Please, please, I want more!”

He leans down to chuckle in your ear before he buries himself into you, sinking all the way down to the hilt.

He only gives you a few seconds to adjust before he’s pulling out and slamming back into you. The cry that leaves you is so beautiful and Dick wants to hear it again and again and so, all of a sudden, he’s driving his hips right into you with a desperation.

His cock is stretching you out more than his fingers ever could and you’re so wonderfully tight that Dick can feel every last inch of your velvety walls wrapped around him, sucking him in like something vicious and needy.

You’re practically incoherent now, the whimpers that leave you are basically sobs as Dick fucks into you hard and fast.

“Shit, sweetheart,” he grits out, sweaty curls falling into his eyes as he doesn’t falter in his thrusts. He leans down to press his body against yours as he continues to pound your hot, weeping cunt. “You’re a fucking natural, you know that? You don’t need the practice, you’re perfect. He doesn’t even deserve you. Fuck, he doesn’t deserve to look at you, let alone fuck you.”

Dick’s control and flippant attitude is slipping as he mumbles the words against your skin, but what else can you expect when you’re scraping your nails down his back and pressing your tits against his chest? He doesn’t even care about fucking you under the guise of practice anymore and instead he’s whispering cruelly into your ear.

“You’re so fucking gone for my cock, I bet you can’t even remember his name,” he chuckles against the shell of your ear and you let out another sob, shaking your head frantically. “What is it, baby? What’s his name?”

“I don’t…” you trail off, jaw going slack and eyes rolling back into your head when Dick lifts up your leg to position it over his shoulder, hitting a brand new angle that makes your whole body tense and writhe. He repeats the question and you whine, arching your back even more as you clutch his bicep. “Fuck! I— I don’t know, oh my God, I don’t remember. Oh, Dick, please, it’s so good! You’re so fucking good, I can’t—”

Dick smirks into your neck, his hot breath fanning over your skin as he pants. “That’s what I fucking thought.”

He leans back and brings your other leg over his other shoulder to drive his length into you impossibly deep and you scream his name so loudly that there’s no way your neighbours could miss it.

The sounds of his skin slapping against yours are so obscene in the otherwise quiet of your bedroom that he wishes he could record it to listen to the audio later. He makes a mental note for next time.

As soon as Dick feels your cunt begin to clench around him, he knows you’re close and fuck if he isn’t too. Sweat is coating his back and he feels out of control — you don’t look any better as there are tears of pleasure running down your cheeks, your tits bouncing with every thrust, the sheen of sweat over them catching in the light.

Fuck, he groans out a guttural noise as he picks up the pace to piston into you like a fucking machine. Reaching over in between your legs, he starts to rub quick circles into your clit with his thumb, leaning down to spit on it.

He watches with awe as his thumb rubs his spit into your cunt and the more he circles your clit, the harder he slams into you. Soon, you’re coming so hard that your body trembles with a high pitched whine and your nails are drawing blood down Dick’s back.

The way your cunt is clutching his cock through your orgasm makes him follow quickly and he’s as much of a wreck as you are, burying his face in your neck and sliding his arms under you to pull you close to him as his hips begin to falter. Before he knows it, Dick is shooting hot ropes of cum all over your walls with a choked groan.

It feels never ending, the way you’re milking him for all he’s worth and he decides he never wants to separate from you, keeping himself buried inside of you as he collapses onto you.

He leans most of his weight on his arms beside you, but he’s close enough to feel your racing heartbeat against his chest as you catch your breath.

“You did so good for me, sweetheart,” he pants, one of his hands coming over to rest on your belly where he traces his fingers. “So fucking good…”

Your lips curve up into a smile and although it’s tired, he can tell you’re pleased.

He presses soft kisses into your temple, still buried deep inside of you. Your legs stay wrapped around him and your arms encircle his broadness in a bear hug, not eager to let go any time soon.

Dick is such a good best friend, after all.

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Thank you for supplying us with your amazing writing 🙏 is there a plan for a part 3?

ooh this is sweet you’re welcome!!

as for part three…there are plans….👀👀👀

But also I have some other projects I want to work on, so we’ll see when I get around to it. Not a super positive answer but it’s what I got

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I’m Just Chock-Full of Ideas (jason todd x reader x roy harper smut)

Jason accepts the invite to join you and Roy in bed. (After getting himself off while watching Roy eat you out). You and Roy act immediately.

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The sequel to I Know You Want Me on Your Team, but you don’t have to read it to understand. because guess what it’s mostly smut

I have so much fun writing this dynamic! If you have any thoughts please please lmk

Anyway—

SMUT, PWP, oral, penetration, established relationship (Roy x reader), swearing, as always

I don’t know how long this is

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You’re laying in bed, on the verge of falling asleep for the night, when Roy’s text comes through:

JASON IS COMING WITH ME BACK TO YOUR PLACE

THIS IS NOT A FUCKING DRILL, CHANGE THE SHEETS

Gasping, you throw yourself out of bed, texting back furiously.

How long till you get here???

You don’t expect an answer, and after a few seconds, you drop the phone and rip the sheets from your bed. Dashing to the linen closet, you grab the first clean sheets you see and wrestle them onto the bed. Then you strip and throw yourself in the shower.

Jason’s on his way here, Roy in tow. You don’t want to get ahead of yourself, but you’re pretty sure you’re going to get dicked down. Fucking finally.

It’s been two weeks since you and Roy had invited Jason into bed, two weeks since he’d watched Roy eat you out with a hand down his pants, and fuck-nothing has happened since then. By the time he’d left Roy’s place that night, tucking himself back into his pants and mopping up his come with a t shirt, Jason still hadn’t answered if he wanted to join you and Roy for anything more than vouyerism. And in the last two weeks, he hasn’t said anything. It’s got you climbing the walls.

But now he’s on his way here, with Roy. To your apartment, a crucial detail. And Roy said change the sheets. Another clue.

Yeah, you’re pretty sure Jason wants to fuck. You exhale into the steam of the shower, then scrub yourself methodically, making sure you’re clean all over. You don’t know exactly what’s going to happen, and you want to be prepared.

Just as you’re rinsing conditioner from your hair, you hear pounding at the door. “Hold the fuck on!” you shout as you shut off the water and wrap yourself in a towel. Crossing your apartment, hair dripping onto the floor, you unbolt your door and hold it open. Jason and Roy wait at the doorway.

“Couldn’t wait five minutes?” you gripe. Roy laughs, moving inside to pull you into a kiss.

“Sorry, babe,” he snickers into your mouth.

“I had conditioner in my hair,” you pout, but you don’t mean it. Roy’s excited; his hands are darting here and there across your body and his kisses are electric, lips like a livewire. He knows something is going to happen. Your anticipation rises, and you grin, bumping your teeth against his.

“And just how’re you doin’, babycakes?” he asks, pressing his cheek to yours.

You roll your eyes at the nickname. “‘M good. Today was good. How ‘bout you?”

“Same old, same old,” Roy answers.

You step slightly out of Roy’s arms. “And how are you, Jason?” you ask politely.

He seems caught off guard. “Uh—okay.”

“Good,” you nod. An awkward silence brews. “Glad you’re here,” you offer.

“Yeah, uh…” Jason’s hand rises to worry at the back of his neck. “Look, I, I already said this to Roy, but, uh.” He bites at his lip. “But uh, I wanted to let you know that I want to…to try something. With you. Both of you.” He looks to Roy, who grins at him. Jason answers with a look you’ve never seen before, giving Roy a soft, almost tender smile. It does something complicated to your insides.

You decide to do something stupid. “Hell yeah, brother,” you say earnestly. Jason’s face twists in disgust while Roy groans, shoving at your shoulder.

“You just suck the mood right out of things, huh? Fucking dipshit,” he chastises you while you laugh loudly.

Still hesitating at the doorway, Jason rolls his eyes. “Come on in, Jason,” you say happily. “Take off your boots—”

“—take off your pants,” Roy adds cheekily, stepping out of range of your elbow jabbing at him.

“Stay a while,” you beckon him further inside. Jason steps carefully into the apartment, leaving his shoes neatly by the door.

He stands in your living room, looking at you expectantly, if a little unsure. Roy speaks up.

“Listen, Jay, we…” he moves behind you, pulling you to his chest. “We really wanted you to say yes.” He rests his elbows on your shoulders, rubbing slow circles into your chest with the pads of his fingers.

“Mmm,” you add, letting desire color your gaze. “Had us waiting on pins and needles for two whole weeks.” Your hand slides into Roy’s hair as you stare appreciatively at Jason. “Bet it’s worth the wait though.”

Jason blushes, eyes falling to the ground. “Can I do something,” Roy mutters in your ear. You nod.

All of a sudden, he knocks his knees against yours, clutching your towel as you stumble away from him, fully naked. “Fucking hell, Roy!” you shout as you right yourself, slapping him upside the head. “What was that for?”

Roy shrugs, wearing a sly grin. He steps back into place behind you, taking your hips and squaring them forward. What the fuck is he doing? You frown, elbowing at him, but he’s not even looking at you, he’s looking at Jason over your head. You follow his gaze.

Oh. Jason’s stare is a knife.

He looks at you like his narrowed eyes are cataloging every inch of your skin. His gaze is razor-sharp, and it darts from point to point on your body with strict focus. Roy moves his hands from your hips, lightly tracing up over ribs, across your stomach, down to just the edge of your sex. Jason tracks the movement eagerly, likely noting the goosebumps that form in the wake of Roy’s fingers.

Eventually, Jason’s gaze moves to your face, almost questioning. You nod, giving a slight smile. He begins looking you over again, eyes still sharp, but this time he lets himself linger. Roy notices the change and lets his hands wander wherever Jason pauses, caressing your hips, the skin just under your breasts, the meat of your thighs. He groans in your ear and kisses you, neatly sliding his tongue in your mouth. “Too fucking beautiful,” he mutters. “Can’t believe you’re mine, can’t believe I get to have you in my bed.”

He pulls back, eyes dark and glittering. “You in a porno or somethin’?” he teases, voice low and rough. “Waitin’ in just a towel for the pizza guy to come dick you down? For us to come dick you down?” he adds gleefully, turning to Jason.

“Shut up! That wasn’t what I was doing!” you insist, then gasp when Roy lets his teeth catch your earlobe.

“Mm, sure,” Roy purrs. “Keep telling yourself that, babydoll.”

“Ugh!” You ignore the desire leaking into your gut. “You know what, just for that, you can hang the towel up.” You hold it out to him, staring pointedly.

Sighing dramatically, Roy grabs the towel and stalks off to the bathroom. Leaving you and Jason alone.

He’s still staring. You meet his gaze head on, holding it before letting your eyes carefully tread down his body, just as he did yours. He’s so beautiful, you have to tell him so.

“Jason, I—” you take a slow, careful step toward him. “I’m so glad you’re here, I was so hoping you’d say yes.” Your voice shakes, cracking slightly. “I’ve wanted to touch you all week, wanted to touch you since you left Roy’s place.” Looking at him earnestly, you say, “couldn’t get you out of my mind. Kept thinking about how beautiful you are, how gorgeous you looked last time.”

Jason looks slightly shocked. “I’ve, uh, I’ve been thinking about it too,” he mutters eventually.

You break out into a wide smile. “Can I touch you now?” you ask carefully. He opens his mouth but stays silent. “Only if you want to,” you add, holding your hands out in front of you.

After what feels like ages, Jason nods. “Oh—okay.”

You step into his orbit. “On your arms?”

Jason nods again. It feels like he’s holding his breath.

Slowly, telegraphing every move, you rest your hand on his bicep. Jason closes his eyes, tensing, and you wait, stilling yourself. Eventually, he opens his eyes and looks down at you, and you begin to trace your fingers around the hard muscle.

Good lord. His arm is huge. You splay your hand flat and you can’t even reach the curve of it, even stretching your fingers. You take your other hand to see if you can lock your fingers around it; you only just manage.

“Fucking hell,” you mutter. You hear a chuckle above you, and you look up to see Jason smirking. You color, and he laughs at you.

You see an opportunity. “I mean, fuck, Jason.” You let your voice dip, eyes wide. “Don’t know what you expect me to do with those.” You run a fingernail up to his shoulder. “Makes me want to…” you trail off, biting your lip.

Jason stifles a shiver. Slowly, always slowly, you move your hand over his shoulder and back down his arm, skimming his forearm. You rub your thumb into the muscle there. “So pretty, Jason,” you murmur, moving to caress his wrist. “You’re so beautiful.”

Jason squeezes his eyes shut, gritting his teeth like he’s trying to keep himself together. You examine his arm again, without an audience. Jason has a lot of scars. A lot. Way more than Roy, even though they’re in the same line of work.

Jesus. No wonder he’s insecure, he’s got a body that’s been ripped apart.

You hear a step, and suddenly Roy’s arms come up around your middle. You try to meet his eyes, but he’s looking at Jason, smile half encouraging, half smirking. Huh.

“So what’re we doin’ tonight, Jaybird?” he asks, grinning, hands softly caressing your breasts. You gasp, leaning heavily into Roy.

Jason pulls his face together, cools his eyes so they can stare you down. “Can I eat you out?”

Uh, yup.

“Yeah, of course,” you breathe. “Whatever you want.” Especially if it’s that.

“Hold on.” Roy frowns. “Slow your roll, there.”

What is with him today? You pinch at his thigh, and he looks down at you, willing you to understand something. “We want to make you feel good, too, Jay,” he adds, sliding a hand up Jason’s arm.

Oh. Okay, fair. Jason’s not going to be getting much attention if he’s giving you head. Damn Roy for his insight.

“Will you let us take care of you, Jason?” you add softly.

He freezes, then nods.

“Can I blow you?” Roy asks, voice breathless. You pull in a sharp breath.

Jason looks shocked all over again. “Uh, ye—yeah.” He gives Roy that soft smile again. Roy smiles back winningly.

All well and good, but what about you? You’re not ready to just sit back and watch, not yet.

As if thinking the same, Jason opens his mouth. “But I still want to eat you out.” He looks at you, determined.

You grin at him. “I think we can make that work.” You stroke your fingers up Roy’s arm. Annoyingly, he stays quiet.

Jason’s face settles, and he gives a confident grin. “Wanna sit on my face?”

Yes please! But Roy’s been weird, so you turn to him first.

He looks down at you, sees how eager you are, and gives a mock sigh. “I guess I can let you fall on that sword,” he teases. Then he grins wickedly, and you smirk in return.

“Not the sword I wanted to fall on!” you say together, laughing.

“Christ, that was bad,” Jason mutters. You and Roy grab him by the arms and muscle him into your bedroom.

As soon as you get inside, Roy shoves him toward the bed. Rolling his eyes, Jason unbuttons his pants and starts to slide them down. You and Roy freeze, watching eagerly.

“What?” Jason looks at you, frowning over his shoulder.

“Nothing, nothing,” you answer quickly.

“Keep going,” Roy prods impatiently.

Cheeks going pink, Jason lets his pants drop to the floor, followed by his underwear.

Good god. “Batman’s training has that ass tight,” Roy notes.

“Harper, I will walk the fuck out right now,” Jason threatens.

“Yeah, Roy, how about you go ahead and shut the fuck up,” you mutter. Roy frowns, and you soothe him by sliding a hand into his sweatpants and gripping his ass tightly. He stands ramrod straight at your touch, grinning at you. “I mean, this is just unfair,” you add. “Surely too much of a good thing is too much of a good thing, right?”

Jason turns, eyes zooming in on your hand down the back of Roy’s pants. “You got me excited,” you say, shrugging. “I needed a stress ball.”

Jason snorts while Roy laughs outright.

“Come on, cowboy,” you say to Roy. “Don’t leave Jason and I hanging.” You start to tug his sweats down. Roy kicks them out of the way and shrugs off his shirt.

You look at Jason and frown. “Can you take your shirt off?”

Jason’s face goes stony. You can almost hear his armor slot into place. “Nope.”

You try to recover. “Okay, no worries.” You look over at Roy, whose face is even, resigned.

Turning, Jason climbs onto your bed. “Come on then, princess.”

Princess? And just who does he think he is?

You take him in, strong arms cradling his head on your pillow, cock leaning against his muscled thigh in a bed of thick, curly hair.

Your mouth goes dry. Yeah, okay, you can be princess. For now.

You glance at Roy, then climb onto the bed. “You ever done this before?” Jason raises an eyebrow. “Just—just don’t let me suffocate you, okay?”

“If you can’t breathe, tap the thigh three times,” Roy adds.

Jason rolls his eyes. “I think I can handle it. Come on.”

Cautiously, you position yourself over him, holding onto the headboard and keeping most of your weight on your knees. Looking down, you see Jason roll his eyes again before grabbing your thighs and forcing you down onto his face, lips suddenly in your cunt.

“Fuck, Jason,” you hiss, pulling his hair. “You good?”

He ignores you, kissing his way lightly through your folds. You settle against his face and grip the headboard. “Ah-ah, feels good,” you smile down at him. Jason’s lips skim your clit and you gasp. He kisses it eagerly, still soft in a way that has you sighing.

Jason keeps it for another minute, alternating between kissing lightly at your clit and moving his lips down your folds. It feels nice, but it’s not giving you enough. You need more.

“Jason.” You look down to see his eyes staring up at you, guarded. “Jason, use your tongue,” you instruct.

His eyes narrow. Immediately, his tongue runs flush up your folds, laving heavily at your clit. Sparks fly from your core, and your entire body jolts.

“Jesus, fuck!” you scream. Jason digs his hands into the meat of your thighs and positions you right where he wants you, tongue reaching up and rubbing ceaselessly against your clit.

Your hips chase away from him. “Jason,” you pant, “Jason, it’s too much.”

Jason raises an eyebrow. “A second ago it wasn’t enough.”

He jerks you back down, tongue going greedily back to your clit. The shocks to your core are too intense, too much too soon. You whine, moving your hips against his face to try as find a rhythm you can handle. Jason lets out a groan when you grind against him.

You smile, running your fingers in your hair. “Yeah? You like it when I grind on you?”

Jason’s answering stare is brutal, and you laugh out loud. Then he gets his lips around your clit and sucks and sucks and sucks, and you almost lose your mind.

“F-fuck! Fuck, Jason, that feels so good, please don’t stop—”

“Yeah?” Jason smirks at you. “Not too much anym—ugh!”

He moans, and you can feel his hips buck. “Fuck, Roy,” he growls when he resurfaces.

You gasp out loud; you almost forgot. Roy is sucking Jason’s cock, in this room, right behind you.

You shift your weight onto one knee, hips eagerly turning to get a better look. The strong hands on your thighs tighten, pulling you back into place.

You look down. “Nuh-uh.” Jason’s wearing a stern look. “You’re staying right here.”

“But Jason, I wanna see!” you whine, craning your neck.

“Tough shit.” He resettles you against his face and picks up right where he left off, lips wrapped around your clit.

“Fuck,” you groan, melting against his lips. “Jesus, Jason,” you pant. “Who knew—fuck—who knew you were such an asshole,” you say, grinning at him through ragged breath. He looks up at you like he knows exactly what you mean, and you thread your fingers into his hair and pull.

“Mmh,” he moans into your pussy as his hips buck again. His chin jumps, nose bumping against your clit. You gasp, gripping the headboard and grinding down on him.

“That’s it, princess,” he growls. “Fuck my face, wanna see what it feels like.”

Holy fucking shit. Is this man for real?

You gasp, nodding. Then you do what you’ve wanted to do from the start and slam your hips down against him, bucking and rolling and chasing an orgasm that’s getting closer every time Jason’s hands squeeze your thighs.

Jason doesn’t let up, licking and sucking at your clit. You find a rhythm that burns you all the way to your fingertips and ride his face just like he told you to. “Shit, Jason, it’s too good,” you pant. “‘S too good, I’m gonna—”

The crest of your orgasm punches through you. You cry out, limbs going stiff around Jason’s head. His eyes run through you as he carefully watches, carefully licks against you as you come down.

“Fucking hell, baby, that was so good.” You smile down at him, moving to get off and let him breathe. Again, his hands lock you in place. You roll your eyes. “Jason, what—”

He shakes his head. “Not done,” he grunts, panting against you. You place a hand behind you and feel his abs flex and roll under his t shirt; can hear the slick sounds of Roy’s head bobbing on his cock.

Ah. Guy’s got an oral fixation, or something. Whatever.

You nod, settling back around him, letting him lick against you. A thought pops into your head, and you give him a wicked grin, fingernails scraping against his scalp.

“Roy’s really good at that, huh,” you say, voice slick and smooth and loud enough for Roy to hear.

Jason’s eyes widen a fraction, then narrow. You stare him down, grin widening.

“What’s he doing, Jason-baby?” you coo. “Is he taking you down his throat, are his lips moving up and down around your cock?”

Jason’s hips stutter, and you hear Roy groan.

“Or is he taking his time,” you continue. “I bet you are, Roy, you always like to enjoy yourself.” Roy laughs, and Jason’s eyes widen again. “He’s like that, baby,” you tell him, gently caressing his hair. “I bet he’s—ah!”

Jason sucks viciously at your clit. You roll your hips against his face, then find your voice again. “I bet he’s dragging his tongue up and down your shaft,” you say confidently. “Is he, baby? Has he run his tongue along your tip so he can taste your pre? Or were you too sensitive?”

Both of them moan at that. You shiver happily, moving both arms down to cradle Jason’s head in your hands. “Has he played with your balls?” you ask, then purse your lips, considering. “I bet he has, Roy, have you?” you call over your shoulder.

Roy grunts, and beneath you, Jason nods shakily. “Uh-huh, I knew it.” You nod in satisfaction. “Knew he got his hands there to make you feel good. Or was it his mouth? Did he suck gently at the skin around them? Did he take one into his mouth?”

Jason moans, hips stuttering wildly. “Harper,” he calls out, voice unsteady. “Harper, ‘m—”

His sentence is cut off with a strangled groan as he comes. You look down at him happily. Jason’s eyes are squeezed shut, face twisted. You run your dingers through his hair as he pants through it, grinning at him as he opens his eyes. “So fucking hot, baby,” you tell him.

“Okay,” you hear Roy call from behind you. “Get the fuck over here.” He grabs you, manhandling you over Jason’s body to his side of the bed.

“Jesus, Roy!” you shout in surprise, turning to look at him. His face shuts you right up.

Roy’s eyes are dark, gaze heavy. You look at his lips and gasp—Jason’s come still lingers at the corner of his mouth. “Can’t have you talkin’ like that all the way over there,” he growls. Getting up on his knees behind you, pulling you upright, he grinds his dick into your ass.

You smile, moving with him. “Got you all riled up, huh?"

Roy shakes his head. “Both of you,” he says, voice rough. “Fuck, babydoll, talking so fucking filthy, made me wanna fuck you till you scream.” His hand reaches around for your cunt, easily sliding his fingers between your folds. He goes right for your clit, and you gasp, hands holding his arm in a vice grip. “Lemme fuck you, babygirl,” Roy coaxes, sucking a hickey into your neck.

“Yeah,” you breathe out. “Yeah, Roy, c’mon.”

“Jay,” Roy calls, fingers sliding maddeningly against your clit. “Grab me a condom from the nightstand, would you?”

Shit, that’s hot. Jason looks like he’s been struck dumb. Nodding unsteadily, chin still shiny after you rode it, Jason turns and reaches for the nightstand, rummaging for a condom. Fishing one out, he tosses it to Roy.

“Thank you, baby,” Roy sighs, ripping it open and slipping it onto his cock. He bites your neck in warning, then slams his way inside you.

You groan. “Mm, already so wet, huh?” Roy pants. “So ready for my dick.” He swipes at your clit faster, and when you pull your hips back for breath you find yourself trapped, grinding on his cock.

“Ugh, Roy,” you whine. “Too much.” You rake your nails down his arm hard enough to scratch and he hisses, relenting. “Sorry, sweetheart.” He circles your clit instead, passing over it in a rhythm that has you grinding in time with his thrusts. “Jus’ can’t get enough of you.”

“Mmh.” You grin, tilting your head back and looking at Jason. Just like last time, his eyes—slightly wide—are trained on the two of you. You’re closer this time, and facing him, you can see his eyes dart between your faces, down to your breasts, to Roy’s hand on your cunt. “Always seem to be putting on a show for you, huh, baby?” you say, smiling.

“Can’t, help it, Jay,” Roy pants. He shifts and suddenly his dick hits a new angle.

“Yeah, there, Roy,” you mumble. He drills into you hitting that spot again and again. His fingers circling your clit give you sharp bursts of heat before letting you relax, only to hit you again. Roy knows what you like, and every time his finger hits home the heat burns hotter, getting you closer to the edge.

“Taking your dick down my throat just got me too excited,” Roy says to Jason, growling into your ear.

“Shit Roy!” you sob as he pinches at your clit, electricity flooding through your core.

“I know, babydoll, I know,” he says soothingly. “Jus’ let me—” he grabs at your hips and slams into you wildly, all rhythm gone as he fucks into your pussy till he comes. You feel it when his hips slow, when he lets some of his weight fall on you. His hand in your pussy doesn’t stop, though, and you widen your hips to get a better angle.

“Gonna make you come again, yeah?” Roy asks sweetly, almost condescendingly, and you nod dumbly. “Gonna make you come on my hand.” And he fucking is. Once he brings his other hand up to play with your nipples, it’s all over. You crumble in the face of your orgasm, and Roy lifts his arms up to catch you.

“Mmh, so good, Roy,” you mumble, dropping onto the bed with a thump.

Roy quickly joins you, reaching out to smooth a hand over your hip. “Mmh,” he agrees.

You both look up at Jason. He hesitates, then makes to get up.

“You can stay,” you say hastily, motioning him toward you.

Jason studies the two of you and shakes his head. “Nah. But uh—” his gaze flits between the two of you. “Uh—thanks.” He rolls off the bed and quickly dresses himself.

“Of course!” you say cheerily, feeling like a customer service rep.

“Anytime, Jaybird.” Roy’s voice is thick with satisfaction.

Pants on, Jason stares, nods once, and makes his exit.

“Let us know when we can do this again!” you shout after him, then collapse against Roy.

“Mm, that was great,” Roy says, putting an arm around you.

You narrow your eyes. It was, but you have a bone to pick with Roy. “That was weird.” You poke him in the chest. “You were being weird.”

Immediately, Roy’s demeanor changes. He moves away from you, getting off the bed. “No, I wasn’t.” He leaves your bedroom.

You follow him to the bathroom. “Yeah, you were. What is it?”

Roy pulls off the condom and throws it in the trash, refusing to meet your eyes.

You sigh, leaning against the doorjamb. “Okay, well, that shit with the towel? Presenting me to Jason like I’m some animal?” You wait until he meets your eyes, gaze uneasy. “Wasn’t a fan of that shit, Roy.”

He blows a strand of hair out of his face. “I know.” He moves to the sink, running the tap to wash his hands.

You run a tongue over your teeth, then hug him from behind. “Tell me what’s going on,” you say quietly.

You feel Roy’s back tense. “It’s just—he’s so pretty, you know?” he says finally, shutting off the water. “He’s so gorgeous, and jacked as fuck to boot. When we’re out, he always gets more attention. Not that I want it.” He reaches down to rub your thigh. “But it’s so obvious, all the time.”

“Ah.” You rub a cheek against his back. “But what’s that got to do with me?”

Roy deflates. “Was using you, I think,” he mumbles. “To prove…” he trails off.

“To prove?” you nudge him with your chin.

“…if I can pull you, and he thinks you’re smokin’ hot, then that means I’m…” again, he doesn’t finish, but you get the gist.

You kiss your way down his spine. “Sounds like I’ve been neglecting my kitten, hm?” you murmur. “Sounds like I need to remind him how pretty he is.” You slide your hand over the curve of his ass, teasing between his cheeks. Roy jolts, then shifts his hips back into your hand. He’s blushing, you can see it in the mirror, but he’s wearing a wide grin.

Raising your eyebrows, you give him a challenging look. “What do you think, baby? Do I need to fuck you until you remember how beautiful you are?” You slip your hand in further, fingertips just skimming his asshole.

Roy nods in the mirror, smirking, flush creeping down his neck. “I think you do.”

Quick as a flash, you drop to your knees and sink your teeth into the flesh of his ass, making him yelp. “Anything for you, babygirl.”

Ten minutes later you’re lying on your back, watching Roy fuck himself on your strap. “Jesus, baby, aren’t you a picture,” you praise. He looks impossibly sinful, muscles flexing as he rolls himself down against you. He smiles widely at you, brow twisted in concentration, moaning as he grinds his hips just right. You rub your hands up and down his thighs. “You know these thighs keep me up at night, don’t you, kitten?” you coo softly.

Roy stifles a groan. “Ye—yeah?” he pants.

“Mm.” You run your fingers over the corded muscle. “Don’t even need the headboard, don’t even need to use your arms,” you murmur, voice awed. “Just bouncing yourself up and down on my cock with only your thighs and your abs.”

He grins happily and increases his pace, showing off. “Fuck, kitten,” you moan, “you look like you could do that all day.”

“Bet I could,” he smirks. “Bet I could—ah—fuck myself on your cock for hours straight.”

“Don’t threaten me with a good time, babygirl,” you tease. You bring a hand up to swipe at his nipple. Roy gasps, then whines, chasing your hand with his own and bringing it back to his chest.

“Don’t worry, kitten, I’ll play with your tits,” you reassure him. “Just gotta get my fill of your abs first.” One hand on his hip, you lay the other flat on his stomach, tracing the outline of his muscles. “God, Roy,” you say, mesmerized. “Your body is so fucking perfect.” You look him dead in the eyes as he goes uncharacteristically shy, turning his face away from you. “Such a gorgeous, perfect body, I want to kiss every inch of you.”

“Yeah?” he asks, voice quiet.

“Yeah. And you’re so handsome. Every time I look at you it’s all I can think about, how beautiful you are.” You caress his hips, running your thumbs over them gently. “I’m so lucky,” you murmur, “I’m so grateful that it’s me that gets to be with you.”

Roy smiles softly, leaning down and putting an arm on either side of you. You tilt your hips up, planting your feet on the bed, and raise your chin to meet his lips with your own.

You kiss him as softly and sweetly as you can, bringing your hands up to cradle his face. “Love you so much,” you whisper against him.

Roy exhales. “Love you too, baby. Thank you.” He knocks his head lightly against yours.

“Anytime.” You run your hand up his side and he shivers. You grin at him. “Almost forgot you had a dick inside you.”

“I didn’t,” he pants. Knees driving into the mattress, Roy grinds himself on your strap, inching toward you before slamming himself back down. This time, you roll your hips to meet him, making him moan and pick up his rhythm.

“Since you love me,” Roy breathes, “how about you jerk me off, hm?”

You eye his cock, laying flushed and stiff between you. “Please, baby?” he wheedles.

You slap his ass, making him shriek. “I don’t think so, kitten.”

“So mean to me,” he mutters, absolutely shaking.

“Oh, come on.” You bring a hand up to sharply pinch his nipple, rolling it between your fingers. “We both know you can finish all by yourself,” you call over his moan, hips keeping pace to drive the strap inside him.

“Don’t—don’t stop,” Roy pleads.

“Don’t worry, kitten, I know what you need.”

And you do. You play with his nipples and roll your hips and Roy grunts and moans and comes all over your chest. After his breathing calms down, you dip a finger in his spend and hold it up to Roy, who licks it clean.

“Rating?” you ask.

He scrunches his face. “Two out of ten.”

“Really?” You taste his come yourself. “Ugh, Roy, what did you eat? It’s nasty this time.”

“Dunno.” He rolls off of you and into the bathroom.

“Eat more pineapple,” you call after him. He returns and tosses you a damp washcloth. “Especially before we see Jason again,” you add meaningfully.

That stops Roy cold. “Holy shit. You think he’ll blow me?”

“He gave me head,” you reason. “That means you’re next, pal.”

“Fuck, you’re right,” he resettles himself on the bed while you pull the strap off of you. “You good, by the way?” Roy asks. “You want me to,” he mimes fingering you.

You shove him. “Dumbass. No, I’m good.”

He grins at you. “Yeah, I bet you are. ‘Cause Jason gave you fucking head.”

“I know!” you squeal, kicking your legs.

“You lucky sunovabitch,” Roy says longingly.

“Well, you sucked him off,” you remind him.

“Ugh, dude.” Roy shakes his head. “What a privilege.”

You burst out laughing. “Okay, tell me all about it in the shower.” You get up from the bed.

Roy stands up. “Only if you tell me all about it.”

“Done.” You follow him into the bathroom.

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That was so much fun!!

I had to establish that reader can also be a dom. So two sex scenes for the price of this taking me fucking forever

Tag list:

@xxwelshqueenxx

@porcelain-winter-doll

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Also it’s taking a while because I’m writing a second sex scene. As if one wasn’t enough

I know you want me on your team part 2 WHENNNN I AM BEGGING, PLEADING, CRYING, DROOLING PLEASE

me to me fr

it’s nearly there, hoping this or next week

Listen it’s a delicate situation to capture, jason is sensitive a tough nut to crack, Roy is a cheerful asshole, and reader is just a little too excited

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I know you want me on your team part 2 WHENNNN I AM BEGGING, PLEADING, CRYING, DROOLING PLEASE

me to me fr

it’s nearly there, hoping this or next week

Listen it’s a delicate situation to capture, jason is sensitive a tough nut to crack, Roy is a cheerful asshole, and reader is just a little too excited

[dickgraysonisnothereforthis]

oh no my pornography is turning into an angst-filled character study

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insert cassandra by abba lyrics idk

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Turns out I'm still alive

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Turns out I'm still alive

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we gotta think outside the box….Ive said it before and I’ll say it again…he is a manga weeb ok and i will die on that hill

Also prev tags said sci-fi and now that I think about it in my head Martha wells’ All System’s Red spoke to him. She carved out his heart and sliced it open for him to see when she wrote Murderbot. Same goes for Barb in I Sexually Identify as an Attack Helicopter. (listen if the stories he likes have queer/trans themes that’s neither here nor there, he likes them because they’re about changing and becoming something else ok he doesn’t have any more fucking self discovery journeys to go on so just back the fuck off ok)

sometimes, when people exaggerate the “jason loves to read” headcanons where he’s jane austen fan no.1 etc, i can’t help imagining that picture of jacob elordi holding a paperback while he has another tucked in his back pocket (derogatory)

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LETS TALK ABOUT ITTTTTTTT

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If were being honest id like to see Jason Todd fuck my boyfriend too. Fuck me AND my boyfriend, who cares? Hes hot!

Fuck. I get the appeal!

He’s hot !! What the fuck else am I supposed to do?

Let that man get involved, all Jason wants is to be included 🥺🥺

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I Know You Want Me On Your Team (jason todd x reader x roy harper smut)

Roy asks you if you want to fuck Jason, since apparently Jason wants to fuck the two of you. As it happens, Roy is a fucking genius.

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There’s a lot of love for “Roy and Jason share reader” and obviously that’s king shit, but, hear me out—Roy and reader share Jason.

You and Roy set your sights on Jason. You are conspiring. You are relentless. You are fucking nasty. Jason never stood a chance (not that he wanted to.)

So, here we are. Pwp, except the plot is just you and Roy figuring out how to put Jason in your bed. Smut, vouyerism. Established relationship (Roy x reader). Swearing, as always

I don’t know how long this is

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“Hey, sweet cheeks, I want to talk about something.” Roy’s words drift lazily over to you.

“Oh, no,” you snort. “This should be good.”

“Fuck off,” Roy kicks at you lightly, rumpling the bedsheets. The two of you made the most of an empty afternoon by fucking like rabbits and haven’t bothered to get up since then, lying bare ass naked on the bed and watching the sun dip lower and lower outside the window.

“Okay, lay it on me.” You groan, anticipating Roy’s joke. “Actually—”

“Not the only thing I’ll lay on you,” he waggles his eyebrows and rolls his body on top of yours.

“Get off,” you push him away. “I told you, I’ve got no more fucking in me. And you have sticky come on you.”

“So do you,” Roy counters.

“But not as much,” you reason.

“Next time I’ll finish on your tits, then,” Roy nods to himself, then grins at you. “Get you nice and filthy.”

You jab him with your foot. “Can you fucking focus, please? What did you want to say?”

“What? Oh, right.” He shakes his head, then looks at you seriously. “I think Jason wants to fuck us.”

His words clock you in the jaw. “What?”

“I think Jason wants to fuck us,” Roy repeats himself earnestly.

You stare at him. Roy meets your gaze and raises his eyebrows.

He’s given you whiplash. Whatever you thought he was going to say, it definitely wasn’t this.

“Well…” you try to collect yourself. “Well, okay, Jason definitely wants to fuck you.”

This is true, Jason 100% wants to fuck your boyfriend. Poor man has it down bad for his best friend. You’ve seen when the three of you hang out at Roy’s apartment or at a bar over drinks. Jason’s eyes follow Roy wherever he goes, always flicking down to his ass. He positions himself near Roy and leans in close, much closer than he has to, whenever Roy is talking. And sometimes he gets this stupid look on his face whenever he’s listening to Roy ramble about Lian. Same look you wear; it’s like looking in a mirror.

Maybe the crush should bother you, but it doesn’t. You don’t know a ton about Jason, Roy’s been pretty tight-lipped, but you know he’s been through a lot of rough shit. What’s the harm in a passing crush? Lord knows you’ve had plenty. And besides, you trust Roy. If anything changed in their relationship, if he wanted things to go a different way, he’d tell you.

But maybe he’s telling you now. “Yeah, he’s into me, but he’s also definitely got the hots for you,” Roy insists as you roll your eyes. “I’m serious. You don’t see it, but he can’t keep his eyes off you. And he asks about you a lot.”

“Maybe he’s just asking about his friend’s girlfriend,” you argue, reluctant to believe him.

“Nah,” Roy says definitively. “Trust me. This is not normal Jason behavior. He’s into you.”

You give him a look. “And that doesn’t bother you.”

“Well, I mean,” Roy shrugs. “It’d bother me if I didn’t kinda want to fuck him too. That’s why I’m bringing it up.”

“Huh.”

“But I’m only gonna fuck him if you want to fuck him,” Roy clarifies. “If it’s, like,” he gestures between you. “A group activity.”

You can’t help it, you laugh out loud. “Wow, you’re such a team player.”

“What can I say,” Roy says with a smirk, “everyone wants me on their team.”

“Ugh.” You punch him in the arm. “Jason certainly does.”

“He wants to be on your team, too,” Roy reminds you. “So, do you?”

“Do I what?”

“Wanna fuck him?”

You pause, considering. You’re open to a third, but maybe not Roy’s best friend who’s half in love with him. But Roy says Jason likes you, too…

“You don’t have to decide right now,” Roy says reassuringly.

“You want to fuck him?” you clarify.

“Well, yeah,” Roy answers simply. “He’s hot. And so are you, you’re fucking gorgeous. I want to watch you two make out.”

Well, shit. You hadn’t considered that. Jason is stupid hot. Tall and broad with enough beefy muscle for two people. And his face is so pretty. Do you want to watch him fuck Roy up close?

Uh, yeah. That’s the kind of shit you subscribe to porn sites for.

“Just think about it, yeah?” Roy says, but he’s grinning like he already knows your answer. He rolls out of bed, looking for his pants. “Like I said, don’t gotta do anything right now.”

“Yeah, okay,” you say, still considering. “Where’re you going?”

“Gonna go get Lian from her mom’s.” He pulls on his pants, then looks over his shoulder. “See you Saturday?”

“Saturday,” you nod, then wave after he pulls on the rest of his clothes and leaves your apartment.

•••

After thinking about it for six more seconds you realize that Roy is, in fact, a genius, and of course you want to fuck Jason. When Saturday rolls around and you’re going out for pizza, you quickly bring up the topic.

“Okay, so, hypothetically, if we were going to invite Jason into our bed, how would we do it?”

Roy smiles around a slice of pizza. “Knew you’d come around.”

“Well.” You throw up a hand, let it smack against the table. “He’s hot.”

“Damn right. But he’s also,” Roy gestures to his head, then his chest. “You know.”

“Tricky,” you nod. “Exactly. So how do we do this?”

You two stare blankly at each other across the table.

“Come on, Roy,” you groan after a few seconds. “You can’t say some shit like that and not have a plan.”

“Hey, you’re the babe in this relationship, you figure out the emotional crap,” he argues.

“That is so fucking stupid. He’s your best friend,” you remind him.

“Yeah, but I don’t know how to date him. I’ve never dated any of my friends,” he points out. “Don’t waste time with friendship, go straight to fuckin’.”

“That won’t help you now,” you tell him. “Come on, asshole, think.”

He looks at you for a second, then shrugs, taking another bite of his pizza.

“Oh my god,” you mutter. “You’re useless. What’s his dating history?” You pick up your own slice.

Roy whistles through his teeth. “Can’t just tell you his secrets, babydoll, c’mon.”

“Yeah, fair.” You consider this as you take a bite of your pizza. “Okay, well, I’m just going to take some guesses,” you say, talking around the food in your mouth. “One, he hasn’t had a lot of experience.”

Roy shrugs, but his eyes are glinting. You nod to yourself. This one’s obvious, Roy told you that Jason was basically out for the count during ages 15-19. You always assumed he was in a coma or something. No chance to get his dick wet, and probably hard to jump right into the dating game after all that hell.

You purse your lips. “Poor bastard, whatever happened to him.” You shake your head. “Wouldn’t wish that on anyone.”

Roy’s face grows hard and cold. “You can’t even fucking imagine.”

Your eyes widen, a little taken aback by Roy’s sudden intensity. He stares over your shoulder, eyes furious. Eventually, he shakes his head with a sigh. “Shouldn’t’ve even happened to him. Sick fucks couldn’t protect him when he needed it.” His eyes return to yours, warming slightly. “Makes our job harder.”

Cautiously, you make another guess at Jason’s past. “Right. So…he’s only been with one or two people?”

Roy blinks.

“Guys?”

Roy chews his lip, then nods slightly.

“Any girls?”

He waits a moment, then minutely shakes his head.

You sigh. “Well, shit, Roy, how do you even know if he likes girls? I still think he’s only interested in you.”

“Babe, I fucking swear, he is so into you.” Roy exhales loudly, shaking his head. “If he wasn’t so pretty I’d have to punch his lights out for it.”

“How do you know?” you demand.

“I think he jacks off to you,” Roy says, so matter of fact that you almost choke on your food.

“How the fuck could you possibly know that?”

“Sometimes he looks real guilty when he sees you,” Roy explains. “And then he looks at me like he’s gotten caught, like he’s in trouble. Yeah, he’s definitely fisted his cock to you.” Roy grins at you across the table. “Can’t say I blame him.”

Damn if that isn’t an ego boost. You perk up in your seat. “Maybe I could seduce him,” you offer.

You don’t even finish your sentence before Roy shakes his head. “Naw, bad idea. He’d just run away.”

You deflate, affronted. “Worked on you,” you point out, mumbling.

“Well, yeah. You shoved those pretty tits in my face. Had to have ‘em in my mouth.” He grins at the memory, and you beam at him across the table.

“Can’t seduce him,” Roy brings you back to the problem. “Gotta try something else.”

“Right.” You stare at him, unsure.

Eventually, Roy sighs. “I think we just gotta lay it out for him. That we were thinking about it and we want to…”

“Fuck?” you offer.

Roy frowns. “Not like that. Don’t wanna scare him. That we wanna…try, with him. If he’s interested.”

You nod. “And he can say no.”

“Yeah, absolutely,” Roy agrees. “And we’ll care about him either way.”

“That’s more for you,” you point out. “I mean, obviously it’s true for me, but I think it’s more important if you say it about yourself.”

“You’re right. That it won’t affect our friendship.” Roy considers for a moment, then grins. “Damn. We are so fucking smart.”

“Hell yeah. We should get beer.”

He points a finger at you. “Babe, you’re a genius.” He gets up from the table as you giggle at him

•••

Even once you figure out how to ask Jason, your planning isn’t over. How should you bring it up to him? When, where? You and Roy work tirelessly at these questions.

Not at a bar, Roy rules that one out. Not your apartment, either, you don’t want Jason to feel caged in. Roy’s place. But when? After a mission or patrol? Nah, when you’re all just hanging out. Should you feed Jason first, wine and dine him? Break out some scotch or something?

Okay, yeah, that sounds good, you decide. It’ll be almost like a date, but at Roy’s place. And Jason won’t know. A surprise date. You’ll shower and look real cute, and Roy will be…clean, at least. And you’ll cook something really good, and Roy will buy scotch. Perfect.

You and Roy decide this’ll happen in two weeks, after he and Jason have gone on a short, three-day mission. That’ll give you enough time to plan out exactly what you want to say. And clean Roy’s apartment.

You’ve got two weeks to prepare. You’ll pull out all the stops for Jason. It’ll be perfect.

Except this plan falls to shit, because two days after you and Roy decide to take Jason on a non-date, Jason smells you out.

“Okay, what the hell is going on?” He wrinkles his nose, staring at the two of you accusingly. “You’re acting weird.”

Shit. You and Roy stare worriedly at each other, scrambling. The three of you are at Roy’s apartment; Roy had invited Jason over and you were getting ready tohead out.

Jason cocks an eyebrow and folds his arms over his chest, leaning back against the kitchen counter. “Spit it out,” he commands.

Holy shit, he really is hot, with his biceps bulging under the sleeve of his t-shirt. He whistles to get your attention, and you whip your head to look at Roy, who’s also been staring.

“Uhh…” you stare at Roy pleadingly. It’s not time yet! You’re not ready!

Roy shrugs. He’s right. Jason’s forced your hand.

“Look, man, we were thinking,” Roy starts. “We both really like you, and we both think you’re really…well, really fucking hot.”

Here Jason sucks in a sharp breath, cheeks blushing. You stare at him openly, it’s so fucking cute you can’t look away.

“We do,” Roy presses on, “you are. And if you wanted to try and have fun with us, or something like that, we’d definitely be into that.”

He leaves that on the floor, and looks to you for confirmation. You nod encouragingly, he did great.

You both turn back to Jason. He’s still bright red, staring harshly at the floor.

“But only if you want to!” you blurt out, trying to reassure him. “Of course it’s only if you’re game. And if not, that’s totally cool too.”

“Yeah, man,” Roy adds. “This doesn’t have to change anything, we’re just puttin’ it out there. If not, no worries.” He shrugs. “I still care about you, I’m still gonna care about you, no matter what.”

“Me too,” you say, just to drive the point home. “Of course we’ll still care about you.”

Jason says nothing, gaze stuck to the kitchen floor.

“Obviously, you don’t have to answer right—”

“You want to have sex with me.”

Jason’s words cut across yours. He’s picked his head up, narrowed eyes searching your face.

“Um. Yes?”

“You want to have sex with me.”

You glance at Roy. “Yeah. Of course I do.”

“Really,” Jason says flatly.

“Jay,” Roy begins, but Jason cuts him off with a scoff.

“Hold on.” You put up a hand to placate Roy. Jason’s insecurity isn’t surprising, after all. “Yes, Jason,” you say again, looking him square in the face. “You’re really, really attractive. And I care about you. Of course, I want to have sex with you.”

He doesn’t look convinced, so you try a different tack. “I’ve uh, I’ve thought about it.” You smile sheepishly. “I don’t have to give you the details, but yeah. Definitely thought about it. Definitely want to do it in real life.”

He holds your gaze. “Can you give me the details?”

You gasp, unprepared for Jason to be brazen. But sure, you can tell him about fucking yourself to completion at the thought of him.

Your smile changes to something cautiously alluring. “I think of you when I touch myself,” you say softly. “When I’m alone and wet and rubbing a finger against my clit.” Across the room, Roy heaves out a sharp breath, but you only have eyes for Jason. His jaw sets, but his eyes haven’t left yours. “I think about you when I’ve got a hand in my panties and I want to make myself come. When I’m playing with myself. Sometimes I come with my fingers in my cunt, wishing they were yours.”

Finally, Jason’s expression changes: for half a second, he shudders in shocked disbelief, then nods. He turns to Roy, your eyes follow. Roy’s glancing between the two of you, a slack-jawed expression on his face. You pointedly look down to see he’s half hard in his jeans.

Glancing at Jason, you take a risk. “Sorry, Jay,” you murmur, beckoning Roy closer. “I gotta take care of my baby for a sec.” Roy comes willingly, and you pull him in for a kiss, one hand dropping to squeeze his ass and encourage him to grind against you. The kiss is intense, you can feel his heart pound in his lips, knowing Jason’s watching. Roy moans loudly into your mouth, and you laugh quietly. “So easy to get you excited, hmm?” you tease softly.

“Shut up,” Roy grumbles, sucking on your tongue.

Suddenly, Jason clears his throat. Both you and Roy whip your heads towards him with a crack. “Can I watch?” Jason asks stubbornly, like he’s pushing himself forward.

You and Roy turn back to each other for a split second. Then, simultaneously—

“Yup.”

“Yeah, that’s a great idea.”

Jason nods, then waits for you make the next move. You turn to Roy.

“C��mon, baby, park that ass on the couch,” Roy says easily. “I want to eat that pretty pussy.”

“M’kay.” You turn and practically flounce over, making sure to sway your ass with every step. You glance over your shoulder: Jason’s staring at it, then boldly flicks his eyes up to yours. You shiver.

“Jay, you comin’?” Roy asks, following you. With a grunt, Jason comes over as well.

By the time both men make it into the living room you’ve taken off your shirt and shorts, settling yourself against the couch with your back to the armrest. Roy groans when he sees you, laying between your legs and kissing his way down your chest. You glance at Jason. With an unreadable expression on his face he pauses, then sits carefully in the armchair across from the couch.

Your skin crackles. Feeling Roy’s lips on your stomach and Jason’s eyes on you, knowing he’s right over there, watching, watching, is making your head spin. Roy bites you, right at the edge of your panties, and you shriek, hands flying to his hair. Roy laughs, laving his tongue over the mark. “Always so sensitive.”

“Shut up, Harper—ah!” Roy’s canine scrapes at your clit through your underwear. He can always find it, like an arrow to the target. You pant heavily, eagerly turning your head towards Jason. He’s watching you through narrowed eyes, like he’s trying to figure you out. His intense gaze has you squirming delightedly. It makes you want to put on a show.

“So mean, Roy, going at me with your teeth,” you chastise, jerking him up by his hair. He gasps, then smirks: he sees clean through you like glass. He knows what you’re up to.

“M’sorry, baby.” He leans into your hand, turning to pull one of your fingers into his mouth. You sigh happily as he sucks earnestly, circling the pad of your finger with his tongue.

“Gotta be on your best behavior, we’ve got a guest, sweetheart.” You hear Jason pull in a sharp breath.

“Mm.” Roy grins at you evilly, then bites down on your finger.

“Ah-ah! Roy, ouch!” You pull your finger out of his mouth, but he’s already throwing his head down and wrapping his lips around your clit. “Roy,” you say again breathily. He hums, sucking on you deliciously through the underwear. “Oh, fuck, baby, just like that,” you moan.

“Yeah? Already so wet, can taste it through your panties.” He sighs as you grind against his face, hooking a leg over his shoulder. “Fucking yourself on my face already? That’s okay, babydoll, take what you need.”

You moan, hips jerking up from the couch. Roy teases you with his tongue, flicking lightly against your clit, drawing circles around it, tracing the outline of your folds. “Fuck Roy, feels so good.”

“I take good care of my girl, huh?” One of his hands comes up to cup your breast, pinching and massaging your nipple.

Your back arches into his touch. “Fuck, yes. Always make my pussy feel so good.” You look at Jason again, his eyes are just a little bit wide, his mouth slightly open. His hands are white-knuckling the arms of the chair, and you clock an almost imperceptible bulge in his pants. Fuck yes. He’s fucking into it, he’s getting off on you and Roy.

The thought alone makes you pull Roy’s hair and buck against his face just to hear him moan into your pussy. Jason catches you staring, closing his mouth and sizing you up. You meet his gaze, even though it has you writhing on the couch. “Always take such good care of me, Roy, always make me feel so fucking good.”

You see Jason take you in, hips moving against Roy’s face, breasts jumping as Roy kneads and plays with them. He lets out a quiet curse, and you smile cockily.

“Wanna take these off?” Roy interrupts you, snapping the band of your underwear against you.

“Fuck yes.” You obligingly lift your hips as Roy slides off your panties. You can’t help it, you wriggle your hips just so Jason can see your ass shake.

“Mmm, there she is.” Roy holds your thighs open with both hands. “Look at this pretty pussy, hm? All wet and fucked out already.” He glances over to Jason, then stares. You follow his gaze.

Shit. Jason is fully hard now, one of his hands smoothing over his cock, trapped as it is in his jeans. God, he looks so big, you’re practically salivating.

He realizes you’re both staring at him and blushes, then lifts his chin defensively. “Do you wanna touch yourself, Jay?” you ask softly. Roy pinches the skin of your hips in silent encouragement. “You can if you want to.”

Jason considers this for a moment, then palms himself fully, rolling his hips into his hand and stifling a small moan. That alone is enough to send heat straight to your core and make Roy rut into the leather of the couch.

But you want more. “Can you take yourself out for us, baby?” you ask gently. “We want to see you.”

Again, Jason hesitates, hand shaking against his crotch. He looks at you, and then at Roy. You realize Roy is looking at him hungrily, you probably are, too. Then Jason unbuttons his jeans, pulls down the zipper, and pulls his cock out of his pants.

Holy fuck. Next to you, Roy’s mouth drops open. Jason is big, thick and pretty, with precum dripping from the tip. You want to take him in your mouth, want to blow him until he comes down your throat.

You and Roy sit motionless, drooling at the sight in front of you. Eventually, Jason smirks, dropping a hand to pump lazily at his cock. “Thought I was the one watching,” he says, eyes glinting as he drags his hand up and down his shaft. “You just gonna sit there?”

Holy shit. You and Roy stare at each other, dumbfounded. You don’t know where Jason’s confidence came from, but it’s hot as fuck.

Eager to please Jason, you grab Roy by the neck and pull him down to your pussy. He dives back in, sloppily making out with your folds before suckling on your clit. Your moan is loud enough to echo through the apartment. From across the room, you can hear the slick sounds of Jason stroking himself. The leather of the couch creaks as Roy rolls his hips into the cushion, seeking friction of his own as he slides his tongue between your folds before going back to your clit.

It’s driving you insane. “If you keep this up, I’m gonna come,” you say brokenly, not sure who you’re talking to.

Jason swears as Roy eggs you on. “Yeah, baby, come on my face, wanna taste it,” he says, messily working at your clit to send you over the edge.

It doesn’t take long. Fire burns at your navel, and with the sound of Jason fucking his fist in your ear and Roy’s tongue up your cunt, you come in a whirlwind. Roy’s tongue fucks you the whole time, until the overstimulation hits and you’re pushing him away with a cry.

Panting, you stroke Roy’s hair. “Thank you, baby, that was so fucking good,” you say, and Roy kisses your thigh at the praise. You turn to Jason: he’s hunched over in the chair, fucking himself with deliberate, almost restrained strokes. Your pulse starts to quicken again. You want to make it good for him, you want to give him something he’ll remember for the rest of his life, even if he doesn’t want to join you in bed.

Quickly, you drag Roy up your body by the shoulders. Kissing him sloppily, you fumble with his sweatpants, yanking them down and getting a hand around his cock. “This okay?” you mumble against his lips.

“Fuck, yes,” he hisses, and you grin, playing with his balls and jerking him off where Jason can see.

Roy knows what you’re doing and he plays along, gasping and bucking dramatically into your hand. Though judging from the way he sinks his teeth into your neck, it’s not all for show. “Jesus, baby,” he moans, “feels so fucking good.”

Jason’s hand is getting fast and messy around his cock, the sounds louder and sloppier as he picks up the pace. “You hear that, baby?” you murmur to Roy under your breath. “You hear how he’s fucking himself to us?” Roy groans, nodding. “It’s cause of you baby,” you whisper, “it’s because of how hot you look right now, fucking my hand.”

Roy hisses, hips snapping into your fist. “You gonna come?” you ask, louder.

“Ye—yeah, baby, I’m gonna fucking come,” Roy grits between his teeth.

“Give it to me,” you coax, and he does, spurting over your hand and wrist. You stroke him until he hisses, then move your hand to rub at his thigh affectionately. He grins briefly at you. As one, you turn to look at Jason.

He looks almost wrecked, biting his lip as if to clamp down on a moan and brutally fucking himself into his hand. It is so beautiful and sexy that you wish you could take a picture.

For the first time, Roy speaks to Jason directly. “God, Jay.” His voice is broken and breathless. “You—I can’t even tell you how gorgeous you look right now.”

Jason whimpers, face crumbling, and you watch, mesmerized by the effect Roy has on him.

“So fucking beautiful, so fucking hot,” Roy continues, and Jason’s strokes become more frenzied, hips bucking wildly.

“You gonna come?” Roy asks gently. “Come for us, baby, please.”

Jason groans, coming almost as soon as Roy asked. You pinch Roy at the sight: Jason panting, cheeks pink, trying to block the spend that seems to be coming in ropes and ropes. He sees you and Roy staring and blushes harder, avoiding your eyes. Jason is absolutely delicious, and you want to put him in your bed and keep him there.

You and Roy sit, motionless, until Jason clears his throat. “So, uh.” He looks at the come, then pulls off his shirt to mop it up, leaving himself in a white undershirt.

This jolts you and Roy. “So what do you, uh,” you start. “Do you want to—”

“Don’t know.” Jason rises to his feet.

This doesn’t faze Roy, but you become a bit frantic. “Okay, uh,” you jump up from the couch. “Do you want me to wash—”

“Nah.” Jason shoves the shirt in his pocket, heading for the door.

“Oh—okay. Uh—”

“See you later.” Jason pulls the door open.

“Bye, Jay,” Roy calls as the door slams shut.

You’re left staring. “Roy, what the fuck was that?”

“Don’t worry,” Roy says, pulling you back down to his chest. “That’s just Jason.”

“Fine.” You pout for a moment, then grin. “So, that was insane.”

“Uh, yeah,” Roy smirks. “Told you.”

“When you’re right, you’re right,” you agree, too fucked out to fight it. “Think it worked?”

“Mmm, not sure.” Roy shrugs. “Have to wait and see.”

“Okay.” You settle against his chest.

You two are quiet for a few minutes, before you pinch his nipple.

“Fucking hell, what?” He glares at you.

“That bit, where he was like, ‘you guys just gonna sit there?’” you say, eyes wide.

Roy groans. “Fuck, I know.”

“Roy, is he a dom?” Roy stares open-mouthed at you, then slowly grins. “Roy, did you bag us a fucking dom?” you press, voice jittery with excitement.

“I don’t know,” he repeats, but his eyes are star struck. “Have to wait and see.”

———

Have to wait and see!!! You and Roy are bimbo and himbo, you just don’t know it yet.

There will be a second part I’ve decided! And maybe a third, but don’t hold me to it.

If you have any thoughts on this lmk! I have a lot of thoughts on how this threesome would shake out.

Anyway ! That was fun !

[dickgraysonisnothereforthis]

come to this timeloop often, handsome?

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