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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.

———

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

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dickgraysonisnothereforthis · 20 days ago

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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.

—

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

———

“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 !

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