#Jason Todd selfcest?

[benbamboozled]

Hi after seeing ur ship-pos post on my dash (i am A mutual) i wanted to make a confession. You dont have to answer this but i felt this would be a safe place to share with *someone* because I thought about this too long one night and made myself sad bc i was too scared to share on my blog

But I just rlly want arkham knight & redhjason to be intensely protective of one another. It's not pseudo-incest if you're technically the same person right. I don't know how they would exist in the same universe but *handwaves* dc does dimension crashes for less interesting reasons.

Archie survived so much bullshit nd Red just wants to pamper this amazing incredible intelligent determined *breathtaking* guy & maybe convince him to at least temporarily leave the vigilante-ing to Red and his crew because AK deserves a fucking bREAK

but Archie's perfectly capable of being a stubborn wet cat when he wants to be. He earned every right to be difficult when it suits him. So he doesnt put his life on the line directly (because its kinda nice when someone honestly cares abt you and you want to make them happy in thanks) but he builds Red the COOLEST gadgets (im pretty sure he invented a lot of his militias tech?? Or is that an amazing B:AK fanfic I once read talking directly to my brainrot) and if Batman even breathes in Red's direction all of Archie's remote control drones will come over & hunt him for sport

I also HC that AK has moderate to severe chronic pain in many of his limbs (esp shoulders & ankles) and reduced function in specific muscle groups due to his period of torture, and while Red can't get him into the habit of using a wheelchair (bad memories 😬) and he vehemently protests against getting a mobility scooter, they at least have crutches stored in every place they crash at throughout Gotham. If Archie refuses to use them during a flare-up Red will pick him up and carry him to where he was going. Wanna be difficult? Fine. I can too - didn't you know? Silly, I'm you!

WHAAAT!! ANON I LOVE ALL OF THIS.

I’m bummed that you don’t feel comfortable going off on your own blog because this is *chef’s kiss* EXACTLY my jam. So thank you for posting it to meeee!

ALSO ALSO ALSO they would both be so flustered by someone wanting to protect them and having someone in their lives who feels like they deserve protection! They’re both so used to just…sucking it up and going at it alone! (And canon!Jay would be incandescently pissed about what happened to AK!Jay.)

I also HC that AK has moderate to severe chronic pain in many of his limbs (esp shoulders & ankles) and reduced function in specific muscle groups due to his period of torture, and while Red can't get him into the habit of using a wheelchair (bad memories 😬) and he vehemently protests against getting a mobility scooter, they at least have crutches stored in every place they crash at throughout Gotham. If Archie refuses to use them during a flare-up Red will pick him up and carry him to where he was going. Wanna be difficult? Fine. I can too - didn't you know? Silly, I'm you!

Okay…as someone with a disability that affects their mobility + chronic pain…yes I love all of this so much. (And I would REALLY LOVE TO SEE THIS KIND OF THING IN COMICS!!! DC! I’m looking at you!)

Okay…okay…I just really really love all of this concept. These two just deserve to be happy and taken care of and to be around someone who gets them on a fundamental level.

(Please tell me you’ve seen that @jjmk-jjmk art of RH!Jay/AK!Jay? I’ll dig it up…AH here it is! Go here for goodness. Imagine that this is right before they kiss.)

[krizariel]

Based on Everything I do part of Left Behind But Not For Long series by Meyari on ao3

I’d like to eventually revisit this doodle when I have time but for now… this is all I have 😔 loved this story and although usually Im not into genderbent and poly is more of a miss than a hit most of the time for me, this poly is right up my alley 😂 (yes im cheating).

[ladytauria]

Pairing: Jason Todd/Jason Todd Rating: E Words: 6,036

After a mission leaves him stranded in an alternate dimension, omega Jason finds himself rooming with a younger, alpha version of himself—one who only recently had his final confrontation with Bruce. The last thing he expects is to get attached. Unfortunately for him, his instincts have other ideas.

this was not the prompt i expected to grab me, but here we are! it was supposed to be like... 2k, especially since i decided to forgo set up. i don't... i don't know what happened, lmao.

i couldn't think of a title that wasn't silly, so i decided to just name it after their scents, lmao.

preview under the cut:

Jason is steps away from the kitchen when he hears it—a whimper, almost inaudible in the darkness. It’s followed by the sharp scent of distress, turning pleasant clove-and-smoke into something burnt and ashy.

His heartstrings twist painfully; feet moving almost without his permission, carrying him into the living room where Jay is curled up into a tight ball on the couch. Like this, he looks so much smaller than 6’1. His face is twisted with pain, brow furrowed, face scrunched in a way that compels Jason forward. He stops short of actually touching him. It’s never a good idea to startle a sleeping vigilante… even, or maybe especially, an injured one.

So instead, Jason kneels just out of arm’s reach and unfurls his scent. Clove-and-honey trickles over the burnt-ash scent, and Jason croons, soft and inviting.

Jay’s nose twitches, head turning. He whimpers again; this time with a questioning lilt.

It’s—odd, feeling so protective over someone wearing his face, especially when that someone is currently living through a period in time he’d rather forget. He’s spent years untangling the mess of feelings in his chest. The anger and hurt; hatred and regret. The self-hatred. He’s finally gotten to a point in his life where he’s… maybe okay. Getting thrust back here, even in an alternate dimension…

He’d expected to go through it all again. To take it out on himself, or the boy sharing his face.

But…

All Jason wants to do is bundle him up in a nest. Wrap him in soft blankets, surround him with pillows, and hold him until he stops smelling so hurt. Until he remembers what it’s like to feel safe and warm in the arms of another.

It’s… Jason’s not really sure what to make of the feelings. But he’s been trying to be more—open. And right now, at least, Jay needs someone. There’s no Roy. No Lian. No Kori. No Biz. No bat-pack. Just him.

He shuffles closer, answering the plaintive whimper with another croon; this one coaxing. Come to me , it says. I’ll take care of you . His scent swells with it; inviting and protective and omega-sweet.

Jay twists. His nose twitches again, this time with an adorable snuffle. He uncurls, just a little. He reaches out, obviously questing, so Jason lets him catch his hand. The alpha squeezes him so tightly he thinks he might bruise.

Jason shuffles closer, almost touching the couch. He makes a soft sound in his throat.

Jay’s eyes snap open, glowing eerie green in the dark. He pushes up on an elbow, eyes darting through the shadows until he lands on Jason’s face. His eyes are glassy. Unshed tears cling to his lashes. Jason’s chest aches again; though this time it feels like there’s something a little more than just sympathy. He ignores it. Instead, he calls softly; invitingly, opening his arms—and finds himself knocked backward, falling on his ass and clutching tightly to a lapful of alpha, neck wet with tears as Jay shakes in his arms.

[pinepickled]

My first fic this year for Omega Jason Todd week, fulfilling the prompt "Jason and Red Hood are presumed to be an Alpha/Omega couple"

Thank you @omegajasontoddweek for putting on another amazing fan week <3

[littlemourningstarr]

For years, Jason's life has had a predictable structure provided by the church. He cannot claim peace, but he can claim atonement for the life he led, prior to his death, and his second chance. But the world fissures when a young, broken version of him is birthed from death in an old cemetery, and Jason has to wonder if perhaps there is more to life and his second chance than simply redemption. Perhaps peace has been an option all along.

[bruisedrednblue]

jason selfcest with red hood and jaybin. they're both riding a dildo, rh jason has his hands on jays waist. he slowly moves him up and down the fake cock telling him how pretty he is and how good he's being.

[ao3feed-superbat]

Moose's Kinktober 2023

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/e0YUpKu by AetherMoose It's that time of year once again! Multifandom kinktober from yours truly! We have a healthy mix of CoD, Marvel, and DC inside! Words: 304, Chapters: 1/32, Language: English Fandoms: DCU (Comics), Call of Duty (Video Games), Marvel Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Rape/Non-Con Categories: F/M, M/M, Multi Characters: Dick Grayson, Koriand'r (DCU), Roy Harper, Jason Todd, John "Soap" MacTavish, Simon "Ghost" Riley, John Price (Call of Duty), Kyle "Gaz" Garrick, Steve Rogers, Tony Stark, Peter Parker, Wade Wilson, Slade Wilson, Stephen Strange, Selina Kyle, Alex Keller (Call of Duty), Jonathan Crane, John Constantine, Clark Kent, Nathan Summers Relationships: Dick Grayson/Koriand'r, Roy Harper/Jason Todd, John "Soap" MacTavish/Simon "Ghost" Riley, John "Soap" MacTavish/John Price, Simon "Ghost" Riley/John Price, Steve Rogers/Tony Stark, Peter Parker/Wade Wilson, Dick Grayson/Slade Wilson, Tony Stark/Stephen Strange, Simon "Ghost" Riley/Simon "Ghost" Riley, Selina Kyle/Bruce Wayne, Kyle "Gaz" Garrick/Alex Keller/John "Soap" MacTavish/John Price/Simon "Ghost" Riley, Jonathan Crane/Bruce Wayne, Nathan Summers/Wade Wilson, Bruce Wayne/Clark Kent Additional Tags: Leather Kink, Pegging, Boot Worship, Bukkake, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Rimming, Frottage, Chastity Device, Loss of Virginity, Breeding, Stripping, Fucking Machines, Praise Kink, Puppy Play, Humiliation, Sensory Deprivation, Somnophilia, Size Difference, Orgasm Delay/Denial, Selfcest, Temperature Play, Foursome - M/M/M/M, Body Modification, Uniform Kink, Exhibitionism, Mind Control, Bondage, Deepthroating, Face-Sitting, Oviposition, Overstimulation, Body Worship, Breathplay, Free Use, Sex Pollen, Kinktober, Double Penetration read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/e0YUpKu

[buggzincognito]

Masterlist

!! In all my fics i will use they/them pronouns for the reader but they’re might be some gendered terms like good girl/boy or something.

!! if relevant i will specify reader’s genitalia!!

if you want me to rewrite a fic with different genitalia/pronouns etc. just ask and i will :)

i’ll write smut(preferred), fluff, angst, or just hcs in general

characters i write for(not limited to)

DC

Dick Grayson

Jason Todd

Tim Drake

Battison! Bruce Wayne

Wally West

Barry Allen

Roy Harper

Connor Kent

Clark Kent

Marvel

Peter Parker

Miguel O’hara

Moon knight(all three)

Stephen Strange

Matt Murdock

Venom & Eddie Brock

Wade Wilson

Misc.(Request!!)

Spencer Reid

Poe Damarin

Joel Miller

Din Djarin

Gojo Satoru

Will Graham

Boundaries(what i wont write)

Age play/regression

MINORS!! i will not write smut about minors even if they’re aged up ex. damian wayne, Jon kent, Kamala Khan

Feet stuff… ew

incest

Selfcest

pedophilia

any piss or shit stuff

Tropes I write :)

Friends to Lovers

Enemies to Lovers

Mutual Pining

love interest gets jealous and “doesn’t know why”bs btw

Slow burn

One Bed

[ao3feed-jaydick]

Wearing In Old Digs

read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/55357084 by comfy_comfy Jason doesn't know if he wants Robin on him, inside him, or gasping under him like drowning man. Jason just wants. Words: 1034, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: M/M Characters: Jason Todd, Dick Grayson Relationships: Dick Grayson/Jason Todd Additional Tags: Underage Masturbation, Jason Todd is Robin, Fantasizing, Jason Todd Has a Crush on Dick Grayson, wanting to fuck youself as a representation of your crush, selfcest of a flavour read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/55357084

[benbamboozled]

Multiple Jokers: Boring. Done before. Clearly just an excuse to kill one off while keeping The Joker alive.

Multiple Jason Todds: New! Exciting! Many plot hooks! How did they all get there? When will they have sex with each other???

[ao3feed-sladedick]

Moose's Kinktober 2023

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/4LgCnrB by AetherMoose It's that time of year once again! Multifandom kinktober from yours truly! We have a healthy mix of CoD, Marvel, and DC inside! Words: 304, Chapters: 1/32, Language: English Fandoms: DCU (Comics), Call of Duty (Video Games), Marvel Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Rape/Non-Con Categories: F/M, M/M, Multi Characters: Dick Grayson, Koriand'r (DCU), Roy Harper, Jason Todd, John "Soap" MacTavish, Simon "Ghost" Riley, John Price (Call of Duty), Kyle "Gaz" Garrick, Steve Rogers, Tony Stark, Peter Parker, Wade Wilson, Slade Wilson, Stephen Strange, Selina Kyle, Alex Keller (Call of Duty), Jonathan Crane, John Constantine, Clark Kent, Nathan Summers Relationships: Dick Grayson/Koriand'r, Roy Harper/Jason Todd, John "Soap" MacTavish/Simon "Ghost" Riley, John "Soap" MacTavish/John Price, Simon "Ghost" Riley/John Price, Steve Rogers/Tony Stark, Peter Parker/Wade Wilson, Dick Grayson/Slade Wilson, Tony Stark/Stephen Strange, Simon "Ghost" Riley/Simon "Ghost" Riley, Selina Kyle/Bruce Wayne, Kyle "Gaz" Garrick/Alex Keller/John "Soap" MacTavish/John Price/Simon "Ghost" Riley, Jonathan Crane/Bruce Wayne, Nathan Summers/Wade Wilson, Bruce Wayne/Clark Kent Additional Tags: Leather Kink, Pegging, Boot Worship, Bukkake, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Rimming, Frottage, Chastity Device, Loss of Virginity, Breeding, Stripping, Fucking Machines, Praise Kink, Puppy Play, Humiliation, Sensory Deprivation, Somnophilia, Size Difference, Orgasm Delay/Denial, Selfcest, Temperature Play, Foursome - M/M/M/M, Body Modification, Uniform Kink, Exhibitionism, Mind Control, Bondage, Deepthroating, Face-Sitting, Oviposition, Overstimulation, Body Worship, Breathplay, Free Use, Sex Pollen, Kinktober, Double Penetration read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/4LgCnrB

[ao3feed-jaytim]

Узы

read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/42731202 by Jubjub_Bird Они крупно попали, и никто не сможет помочь им в решении этой деликатной проблемы. Формулировка слишком расплывчатая, никаких четких правил и условий, никакого руководства к действию. Что вообще значит быть достойными друг друга? Words: 29317, Chapters: 1/1, Language: Русский Fandoms: DCU (Comics), Batman (Comics), Red Hood and the Outlaws (Comics), Red Robin (Comics) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: Tim Drake, Jason Todd Relationships: Tim Drake/Jason Todd Additional Tags: Body Swap, Romance, Domestic Fluff, Romantic Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Conversations, Light Angst, Slow Burn, Anal Sex, Selfcest, Top/Bottom Versatile Jason Todd, Top/Bottom Versatile Tim Drake read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/42731202

[smell-your-sweat--wizard-penis]

If we choose to start a fandom war

It would be the Horny on Main Jason Todd Stans vs the Renaissance of the Onceler Fandom

If it’s a ship war we’ve got three players:

- Jason Todd x the Onceler/the Greedler

- Link (From Zelda (credit to @cynical-and-obsessed )) x the Onceler/the Greedler

- or good ole fashion Oncecest

[coffeyorky]

well, as I was doing the "Bizzajay month" I really didn't know if I was going to participate in the #jayjaychallenge 😅, but I did time and did this 9u9 I like selfcest and when it's Jason it gives me a guilty pleasure 🔥😏

@fade-works

[setsailslash]

jayjay(jay) challenge

written for the jayjaychallenge by @fade-works (also for @rogues8 who encouraged this among my near daily shrieking) featuring: fem!jay/ak!jay/rhato!jay because why stop at one or even two jasons when you can have three.

Jay doesn’t like what she sees.

Because all she sees are broken versions of herself eroded down to just pain and revenge, a nasty rusting edge along every seam. Like that is all they could be, like that is all they’ll ever amount to.

She didn’t go through the things that she did and do the things that she does to end up back on that first step. Their Bruce is not her Bryce. Whether their first step is the same as hers, she hasn’t gotten this far just to go back to the start to retrace her steps. She has refused that reality once and she will do it again.

She will not change even for them.

Jay breathes out through her teeth in a long slow seethe, drawing their attention right back to her.

Even when she’s in a room with versions of who is essentially her in this universe and another one if their confusion with each other is any indication at all, she is still the odd one out. Jay knows there is probably a few things that she can read into from that alone but she also knows there are bigger badder issues right here right now that she probably shouldn’t try shooting her way through.

He calls himself Jason, and the other, well, she’ll settle for calling him J for the time being. They are both her, alternate selves and all that.

Universe hopping and falling between alternate realities are nothing new. A run of the mill happenstance. But Jay finds that there are constants that hold true in varying degrees of truthfulness in every single one.

If there is one thing more heartbreaking than the Jason Todd of this universe, of course it would be the Jason Todd of another.

Jay might not like this but she loves that she is not the one at the bottom of the barrel. Rotten apples might not fall far from the tree but hers is hardly the first one to rot to the core.

“So boys,” she starts, peeling back her domino mask to blink her blue-green eyes at theirs, “how’re we gonna do this?”

Jason looks a good mix of caution and concerned. J looks just about ready to throw the first punch. Jay doesn’t blame him.

She tries another way, the way that never works, the one that has her attempting a smile of the genuine kind.

“Stop that.” Jason tells her.

And J follows right after with: “It looks painful.”

“It is.” She answers them both with a grimace that looks no different than her try for a smile. She stops at that because they can talk about trauma, and Jay is sure that there is more than enough of that between the three of them to talk about until their worlds realign themselves to take them home. But really.

She knows herself, and by extension, she knows them too.

“Don’t tell me you’ve never thought about it.” Jay tells them, the delivery of her words are mean but the way her mouth curves is deliberate. She confirms their hunch without saying the exact words, gives them an opportunity to say no to what could be delivered in every manner that is both crass and explicit.

Because there is nothing subtle to the way she drops her gaze, down to the holsters pulled taut across Jason’s thighs to drag upwards. Slow and appreciative at the sharp cut of J’s waist coloured in black and gray and red camouflage beneath the extensive armour of his suit. Up and up, across the bright red bat of Red Hood’s chest then over the symbol of the Arkham Knight.

Jay doesn’t smile when she catches the hard swallow at J’s throat or the slow rising flush to Jason’s cheeks. She doesn’t have to.

She sees the way they are looking right back at her.

They know exactly what she means.

[raven-whisperer]

Jay x Jay - Earth 11 (Caution: Lemon)

[Takes place during Countdown]  @fade-works Please enjoy, I just finished it.

“Jason! Where are you going?” Donna shouted as he left the green bubble produced by Kyle’s ring. He felt the heavy gaze of the nearly all-female Justice League and his own companions as he was now halfway to the nearest alley. The heaviest gaze from Batwoman - her black lipstick covered lips tight and flat and one brow raised. His detective's brain picked apart her body language, a mirror to Bruce’s. She must have been thinking the same thing he was - the other Batperson had lost their second Robin as well. 

“Look, if Raynor gets to meet Kylie then I think it's only fair I meet the other Hood.” He shrugged at Donna, already walking again. As soon as he was in the alley, it would be easy to look for himself. If people knew him like they thought they did, they knew he was never hard to find. 

“Jason!” 

“It’ll only be an hour.” He shouted back.

“The world is ending!”

“Exactly.” 

“Let him go,” Superwoman cut in, “it's not every day you get to meet another version of yourself from an alternate timeline. In fact, I was wondering where I or I guess Superman, is in all this.” 

“Uh-.” Jason ducked out of earshot, already on his own trail. If he wasn’t busy saving the multiverse than he would have been... He kicked the top of a sewer lid and felt it's hollow reverberation - jackpot. He slammed his heel into the side, causing the lid to flip up and out, revealing a ladder leading down into a poorly lit room. 

He climbed down, dragging the lid back over his head. He could hear the news, a male version of Vicki Vale he assumed, talking off the ears of Gotham citizens about today’s tragedy. The room he saw was eerily identical to his own - a low and unused table with a stained couch covered in blankets that had recently been slept in. 

An office chair was leaned back and the scent of Big Belly burger brand burgers wafted into his nose. A woman was sitting in the chair, surrounded by monitors that were a cheap imitation of the batcomputer. Several empty cups of soda and coffee were scattered around the area. 

“Tell me who you are and maybe you can leave with a knee cap,” she said around a burger, not even bothering to look at him. She had a gun in her hand, still encased in Kevlar gloves. 

“Easy,” he said. “I didn’t come to lose a knee cap. I came to talk.” 

She finally turned, showing a face eerily like his own if it were smaller and narrower at the chin. Razor-sharp blue looks bored into him, long black hair framing her face. She was still in uniform, the red bat symbol on her chest sparking with electricity. Her eyes went wide, “Holy shit.” 

“Yeah.” 

“What are you?”

“I think it's a little obvious. I’m Red Hood - Jason Todd on my earth.” 

“Jacin Todd,” she replied. “Wow, I knew I was good looking, I just never expected my alter to be so... Damn. You’re like a goddamn Dorito-shaped hero like on TV.” She stood up, leaving her gun on the table, as she walked around Jason, taking him in. 

“And you’re nearly as curvy, which includes muscles by the way, as my earth’s Wonder Woman.” He noted. 

“What’s with the outfit? I usually prefer brown leather to black - you’re not even wearing a proper chest plate. And where’s your hood, Hood?” 

“Long story,” he replied, “I don’t have long. Saving the multiverse and all.” 

She stared at him, hard, swallowing when her eyes past below his belt. “So you think we’ll have time for-.”

“Absolutely.” 

She shrugged off her jacket, throwing it over her chair and quickly unzipping her chest piece. “Get on the couch.” There was a growl to her command, far too much like a feminine version of Bruce for him to be comfortable and yet it got him more excited - that could be confirmed by the way his pants felt like they were getting smaller. 

Jason shrugged off his jacket and yanked off his shirt, tossing it to the floor before finding himself pushed down onto the couch. Jacin pulled off his mask, blue eyes meeting blue eyes for a heated moment, breath shared. He fumbled with his belt before Jacin managed to rip it off him and tug down his pants to his knees. Not how he envisioned this happening, but he wasn’t going to complain. She was already in just her underwear - was that suit always so easy to get off? - and climbed on top of him. 

She pushed her chest against his, and he felt every soft curve around his own pecs. She was just as toned as he was - symmetrical abs and a cut figure with strong biceps. The perfect alternate version of himself and he was absolutely out of his mind with curiosity to know what it would like to have sex with himself - especially when he was as hot as he thought she’d be. 

He had other questions of course, about the Joker and Batwoman, but all of them were erased when Jacin started to grind against him through the fabric of her panties, sending electric shocks of pleasure up his spine. He had been more than a little excited when he got here and when she ordered him down and now he was fully at attention. God, this was so weird and yet she was the person who knew him best in any version of the infinite earths. She put a hand on his shoulder, increasing the rhythm that she ground against him, just barely brushing his most sensitive area, nearly moaning between heavy breaths.

“How much time do you have?” 

“About forty minutes, not including the walk of shame back.” 

“We better hurry up.” She ripped off her panties, throwing them somewhere in the dark and pulled him into herself until he bad disappeared within her. She was hot around him, the muscle squeezing him just where his most sensitive spot was. She moaned aloud, her back arching, pressing harder against his spot and he did the same. 

“Christ, it's the same,” he moaned. He put his hands on her hips, taking in the scars that were identical to the ones on his own body. Marks from the crowbar and late nights as a vigilante. He wanted to see her back, get a different look at his own scars and the one on her head but she was moving now, riding him like an expert. Her life was identical to his and yet completely different. 

“Don’t think,” she said, “my mind’s reeling, too, but we don’t have enough time.” 

“Just one question,” he squeezed out before groaning as she rubbed against his spot again. 

“Babs?” 

“Wait, your Batgirl, I guess Batboy is also named Barbara?” 

“It's a surprisingly uncommon man’s name.” 

“Very common on my earth.” 

“To answer your question; yes. But we’re not thinking about Babs, we’re thinking about this.” She moved his hips in a circle before taking him back in, eliciting a moan from him.

He nodded and Jacin grabbed his face, pushing her lips against his, tasting like cheeseburgers and a mint she’d probably had before she bought food. Her hands were in his hair, hips crashing down on his. Every part of her felt familiar and strange and he was driving him inside, his body tingling with pleasure as climax was around the corner. 

“Oh fuck,” she cried, squeezing him as she started to move faster. “Fuck!” She kept going and he felt himself begin to swell, an intense pressure building up inside him as she kept going. He pushed his hips up, meeting her halfway and groaned when he came, feeling her press on him far tighter than before. 

He laid back against the couch, catching his breath and Jacin panted on top of him. 

“One last thing,” she said. She reached forward and grabbed his chest as he did the same - his hands around her soft breasts and hers around his soft pecs. 

“You’ve got great tits,” they said at the same time. 

Jason laughed and started to sit up. “I gotta go.” 

“Kinda sucks,” she said. “Well, if you’re ever in town, you know which one-eight hundred-redarse number.” 

“God, Roy did that here, too?”

“Big time. Now, go save the world - and tell Bryce to suck it.” 

[A/N: First time writing from a male POV during a lemon - constructive criticism welcome.]