#hell of a summer jason x reader

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bury me at makeout point | jason hochberg

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pairing | jason hochberg x f!reader

synopsis | after sticking up for jason you learn he's never been to makeout point, you won't let it stay that way.

warnings | some minor spoilers from the movie that are just dialogue spoilers!!, minor physical violence, making out, bullying, sexual references, tooth rotting fluff, jason is an adorable loser and we love him for it.

word count | 5.1k

a/n | if you are able to make it out to the theater to see hell of a summer please go see it!! it's so funny and such a good time, it leans more on comedy than horror and could've definitely gotten a pg-13 rating if it wasn't for all the swearing. think of it like gateway horror! it's such a fun time, especially with some friends. please let this fic influence you to go see it, there's some really cute stuff in it with jason and everyone gives amazing performances. fred and billy are standouts in the film and i really hope i portrayed their characters well in this!! these next few months are probably going to be filled with hell of a summer fics from me because i have more planned for jason and some for bobby as well!!

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“Seriously? Another fight with Demi? You’re a grown adult and you can’t stay out of conflicts for five minutes?” John rants at you from across his desk. You sit in the chair across from him, feeling like a child sent to the principal's office. It’s no surprise to anybody that you and Demi had another fight; what was a surprise was the fact that you had gotten in her face and pushed her hard enough to knock her on her ass. 

“It was stupid of you to escalate it like that, you do realize she could get the police involved, right? You could lose your job for this,” Kathy says, sitting next to John with her arms crossed in disappointment.

You sigh and shake your head, “Listen, I know I shouldn’t have gotten physical with her but she was being, excuse my language, a fucking cunt. The way she talks about the other counselors and about the campers is bullshit. The shit she was saying about Jason was unacceptable, she should feel lucky I didn’t slap the shit out of her instead.” 

John and Kathy sigh, looking at one another before looking back at you. “We know that she isn’t exactly the nicest person all the time but you cannot get violent with her. We’re gonna talk to her too but we’re gonna have to punish you. You’re on dish duty by yourself for the rest of the week.”

You sit there slack jawed, “By myself? Jesus Christ, just fire me instead…”

Kathy snorts and shakes her head, “We could’ve done worse, just take your punishment and don’t get into a fight with her again. We really don’t wanna have to fire you.”

You groan, “Fine I’ll take it off property next time…” You get up from the chair and head out of the office to go to the mess hall where everyone else is eating breakfast.

You feel grateful they didn’t just fire you or do something like make you clean the bathroom with just a toothbrush. You push open the doors of the mess hall, heading to the empty line to grab food. “Hey! I grabbed your breakfast for you already,” Jason calls from his table. He’s sat with Claire, Shannon, Bobby, and Chris. You head over to the table, sliding into the seat next to him.

“Thanks, Jason.” He slides the tray over to you. He’s memorized your breakfast order already.

“So, how’d it go with John and Kathy?” Asks Claire, taking a sip of her orange juice.

“Better than I thought actually, I’m on dish duty by myself for the rest of the week. I mean it’s still not great but it’s way better than like getting fired I guess…”

“Wow, maybe you really are their favorite.” Claire laughs.

“Bullshit, we all know it’s Jason.”

He turns to look over at the two of you, “Hm? What about me?”

You take a bite of your toast, “You’re John and Kathy’s favorite.”

He blushes, smiling shyly. “Oh, I don’t know about that…I wouldn’t say-”

“I would. Claire, what about you, do you think Jason’s their favorite?”

She smiles and nods, “Definitely.”

Jason rolls his eyes and opens his mouth to defend himself but you grab an apple slice off his place and shove it in his mouth. “Shut up and take the compliment.” He chews obediently. 

Bobby leans over from across the table, Chris and Shannon deep in a conversation of their own. “So, what did you and Demi fight over this time? Trying to decide who gets me?” He asks, cocking an eyebrow. 

You roll your eyes, “Bobby I can promise no one in camp is fighting over you. Unless they’re fighting over who gets to kick your ass first.”

He glares, “Uh you don’t know that.”

“I do. I promise.”

“But seriously, what was that fight about? It had to have been pretty serious for you to have to knock her on her ass like that.” 

You sigh, trying to decide the best way to explain things. “Well, Demi was talking shit about someone who didn’t deserve it so I had to put her in her place.” 

He chuckles, Claire and Jason leaning in to listen to the conversation. “What’d she say that was so bad? Did she say something about me, did you defend my honor?”

“When have you ever had honor?” You roll your eyes.

“Just tell us what she said that set you off like that, c’mon don’t leave us waiting!”

You chew on the inside of your cheek, you know if you told them everything Jason would get his feelings hurt. “She said something shitty about Jason. It’s not important.”

Before anyone else can ask more questions to bell rings signaling that breakfast is over. “Looks like I’ve got shit to do, I’ll see y’all later.” You head towards the kitchen, dumping the rest of your breakfast in the trash. There’s already a stack of trays and plates waiting for your attention. You groan at the sight, grabbing an apron off the hook along with a pair of gloves. The rest of the counselors round up their campers, Kathy taking care of yours till you’re done with the dishes. You lean back against the counter and watch as everyone piles up their plates and trays as they leave for the day's activities. Jason’s last out of the mess hall, he looks over at you with a pity smile and a wave. “See you later, yeah?” He calls as he exits the mess hall.

“Don’t get your hopes up Hochberg, I might just drown myself in the sink and put myself out of my misery!” You yell back, watching with a smirk. His cargo shorts do nothing for his ass but that doesn’t make it any less enjoyable to watch him walk away. 

He peeks his head back in, “Don’t, please! You can’t leave me with Bobby all summer!”

“You’ll live!” You playfully blow him a kiss before he heads back outside, you can’t see it from where you stand but his cheeks turn red from your gesture. 

You turn back with a sigh to face the massive pile of dishes everyone has left for you, you’re gonna be here awhile. You grab the old radio from the storage closet and turn it to a pop station to try and make things a little more bearable. You hum along to the music as you start to clean, starting with the trays first since they’re the easiest and least messy. You find yourself falling into a rhythm, now caught up in your work as you hum along with the music. You’re so caught up with it that you don’t even notice Jason slipping back into the kitchen to join you. After hearing that you’d stood up for him he couldn’t help but feel like he owed you some help as a thank you. 

He slips into the mess hall, hearing the radio playing from the kitchen. You’re busy and focused on your work, it makes him happy to see that you aren’t completely miserable. He sneaks his way behind you, quickly grabbing your waist. You jump about a foot in the air and scream like you’re being murdered. Jason backs away and starts to laugh until it hurts, tears streaming down his face as you try to compose yourself. You back yourself against the sink, gripping the counter behind you as you watch him laugh. 

“Is it really that funny Jason? Really?” You ask in annoyance, narrowing your eyes at him.

He slaps his knee cartoonishly, “It’s a knee slapper!”

You quickly reconsider your friendship with him. You’re convinced that the universe makes him do something cringe every ten seconds to balance out how hot he is. “You’re the worst.”

He smiles playfully, wiping the tears from his eyes. “I think I might be the best actually, I came to help you after all…buuuutttt if I’m the worst I could always just go find something else to do…” He threatens jokingly.

You spring forward and grab his wrist, “Please stay…if I can only listen to pop music all day I might go insane, a familiar face would be nice even if it comes with corny jokes.”

“You love my jokes, you always laugh.”

You roll your eyes and don’t even bother to bite back your smile, “I do…”

“Mhm, you know you do…I’ll be nice and give you some more help. I heard you stuck up for me and that’s why you’re stuck doing this, is that true?” He asks as he grabs some gloves and an apron, suiting up to help you tackle the seemingly endless pile of dishes.

You turn back to the sink, avoiding his gaze. “Yeah, uh, you don’t owe me for it or anything. I just wasn’t gonna let her talk about you like that.” You pick up a nearby dish and continue with your work.

He slides up next to you, reaching over you to grab a plate. His arm grazes your chest and your breath hitches, you feel your cheeks heat up as he pulls the plate back over to him. “Did Demi really say something bad about me? I thought we were friends…she was probably just kidding!” Jason has always been naive, bless his heart. That poor boy would apologize to the pole he ran into.

You remember arriving at camp at the beginning of the summer and seeing Demi with her nice car stocked full of her suitcases and watching in anger as she let Jason carry them all to her cabin by himself. You’d grabbed a few from the car so that it wouldn’t all be left up to him. You’d followed him to her cabin, watching as he stumbled bringing them in.

“Can you be careful with those…” Demi snarks, rolling her eyes as she scrolled on her phone. 

“Sorry, Demi!” Jason laughs as he tries to set her things down gently.

You shot her a glare and rolled the remaining suitcases in a bit too rough, she looked up from her phone to return your glare. “Oops…” You deadpan, staring her down. Jason remains oblivious to the tension, leaning up against the doorway.

“Well uh…see ya…” She says dismissively, waving her hand at him to make him leave.

“Yeah, it’s great to see you too!” Jason smiles, a bit out of breath. “It’s just so good to be back.”

Demi ignores his existence but he doesn’t take the hint. “You know what they always say! You can’t spell Pineway without eway.”

Demi finally looks up from her phone, giving Jason a confused look. “What?”

Jason continues on with his joke, “Because I can’t stay eway from this place!”

Demi looks annoyed by his mere existence but shoots him a pity smile, “Okay cool.”

You take that as your cue to save that sweet boy from anymore embarrassment, you turn back around with a smile. “You wanna help me and Claire get settled, we’ve got that cabin with the difficult door handle.”

He looks at you like a puppy looks at a new toy, if he had a tail it’d be wagging. “Of course, uh, Demi don’t forget I’m cooking lunch in a bit! I can make a mean burger!”

Demi nods and you drag Jason out of the cabin by his wrist, muttering under your breath about what a bitch she is. Jason is off in his own world telling you how excited he is to be back.

“I don’t think she was kidding this time, J. She didn’t seem like it at least…I mean I wouldn’t get in her face and push her like that over a little joke, I was ready to really kick her ass…”

He turns to look at you in shock, reaching down to grab your wrist. “It was that serious, I mean I’d heard you gotten physical but I didn’t know…what did she say?”

You sigh, “You really don’t wanna know, it’s for the best if I don’t tell you.”

His expression hardens, “I do want to know. I deserve to know if it was about me.”

“Jason seriously it was-”

His grip on your wrist tightens unconsciously, “Please, I’m an adult I can handle it.”

“Fine…” you sigh, “I’ll tell you.”

You were coming out of your shared cabin with Claire, the morning sun shining down on the camp. It was early, too early, the dew was still fresh. You were dressed in a green tank top, a flowy linen button down thrown over top, and a pair of denim shorts that hit a bit above your knee. You make your way to the rec room hoping to watch an old movie before everyone else wakes up and claims the tv. You pull open the wooden door, the hinges creaking loudly. As you walk inside you see Demi sitting on the couch, an old teen magazine in hand. The tv is off so you take your chance to use it, going over to the stack of vhs’s, sorting through the available films. You mentally curse Kathy and John for only keeping a supply of family friendly films, the best you can get out of the stack is Poltergeist. You thank the ratings board for not introducing the pg-13 rating until two years later, giving you a loop hole into having an actual horror film to watch at camp. You take it out of the case and pop it into the vcr. You grab the remote and plop down onto the couch and sit down next to Demi. She glances over at you in disgust and scoots away. “Sorry, you worried you’re gonna catch something?”

“I don’t know what weirdo disease you carry around from hanging out with Hochberg,” she retorts.

Your brows furrow in anger and annoyance, “What the fuck? It’s six in the morning, it’s too early for you to be an asshole like that!”

She rolls her eyes, not looking up from the magazine. “I don’t get why you hang out with him, you’re like actually pretty y’know. He’s such a fucking loser, what do you see in him?”

You turn to face her wearing an angry expression. “He’s not a loser, he’s sweet and he actually gives a fuck about his job. He’s nice to everyone, even you, and god knows you don’t deserve his kindness.”

She laughs, “More like oblivious. You could punch him in the face and he’d take it as something sweet.”

She’s not wrong but she doesn’t get to say that about him. “Yeah, he can be a little oblivious, sure. But at least he’s kind, at least he’s always positive. Do you know how much the kids look up to him? They love him.”

“Yeah, they’re the only ones…” She scoffs.

You clench your fists, “The hell is that supposed to mean?”

She tilts her head, finally looking up from her magazine. “Oh honey, you don’t know? Jason has zero game, like none at all. It’s sad honestly, he’s probably gonna be alone forever. It’s pathetic. You know makeout point?”

You nod in response, confused about where this is going.

“He’s never been. I heard he doesn’t even know it exists. He’s gone to this camp since he was a kid and he’s never been anyone's camp crush, never even gotten a pity kiss at makeout point. He’s nothing but a fucking loser, he’s gonna be alone forever.” 

Sadness fills your chest, bubbling up to your throat. You imagine teenage Jason being left out by all the others, people whispering behind his back, girls asking him out as a joke. It breaks your heart into a million pieces. “And that’s funny to you?” Your voice shakes.

“It’s hilarious. He doesn’t even know how much of a loser he is. He’s a clumsy dorky loser, you know it’s true. He’s twenty fucking four and he still goes to summer camp,” she replies ruthlessly.

You jump to your feet in anger, “As a counselor.”

She stands in response, “Does it matter? He’s still trying to rehash his glory days that weren’t even glorious, he’s pathetic. You need to hang out with someone better like Ari, Bobby and Chris aren’t doing you many favors either.” 

You get in her face, anger fueling your every move. “Fuck you and your superficial bullshit, Demi. I don’t care what you say, I’ll never see him as pathetic.”

She laughs in your face, “Yeah, well maybe you can take him up to makeout point and be his first kiss. He’d probably cum in his cargo shorts,” she snorts. 

You don’t know what comes over you but you shove her back hard. She hits the ground, the breath getting knocked out of her from the force. She gasps and the door slams open, Kathy walking in angrily. She looks down at Demi on the floor and then back up to you. “Wait outside, now!” She yells. You sigh knowing you’re about to get yelled at, walking out the door. You fight the urge to spit at Demi as you walk past. Kathy helps her up and onto the couch and Demi starts to tearfully give her side of the story. You can hear her playing it up for Kathy and you clench your fists again. Your fingernails leave deep indents in your palm as you angrily grind your nails into your delicate flesh.

You think back to Jason, you’ve been shamelessly crushing on him ever since you met last summer. Last summer he was cleanly shaved, his wavy hair a bit shorter than it is now. You remember how he greeted you with a toothy grin and a dorky pun, offering to help you with your bags and walk you to your cabin as he introduced himself to you. You were new to the area and decided to take the summer job as a way to make some friends, he made you feel so welcomed that you became friends immediately. You resented the way the other counselors spoke to him, you and Claire were really the only ones who were kind to him. It never bothered him, he was kind to everyone and strode past the rude remarks almost as if he didn’t hear them. You admired him for it and also pitied him, you knew he deserved better treatment and you had no problem making that known to everyone else. Every time he looks at you it sets your body ablaze, every time he touches you it feels impossible to do anything but lean into it. You’re whipped and you’re not ashamed to say it.

When Demi finishes giving her sob story Kathy grabs you by the arm and leads you to the office, a few campers and nosy counselors who are already up peek out of their cabin windows, already gossiping about what trouble you could’ve gotten into.

“She…she said all that?” Sadness washes over his face, he looks down at the floor as his cheeks heat up with embarrassment. He lets go of your wrist, his hands falling to his sides in defeat. No one had ever said anything like that to his face, Demi technically hadn’t but somehow hearing it from you made it hurt worse.

“Jason,” you reach over and grab his hand, grasping it tightly in embrace. “I don’t care that you haven’t been to makeout point. It’s a dumb little makeout spot with a cheesy name, it means nothing.”

He takes a breath, “It does to everyone else. I mean, she’s right I didn’t know it existed until me and Claire went on a hike. She told me she recognized a tree, I made fun of her for it, and then she said she recognized it because it was makeout point. I felt so stupid…all these years, over a decade and I didn’t know it existed…I mean, maybe Demi’s right, maybe I am pathetic…”

You pull him into you, grabbing his chin and forcing him to look at you. “Fuck that and fuck her. She’s an uptight little bitch with a Tik Tok career she can’t even get off the ground, what does she know?”

“She knows where makeout point is apparently…”

You roll your eyes, “Fuck makeout point. It doesn’t matter, Jason. I don’t care that no one ever took you, well no I care a little, it breaks my heart that no one ever took you. You’ve had to deal with bullying for decades at this shit hole and that makes me so mad.” You start to tear up and try to blink it away, “Do you know how great you are? I was so worried when I got here last year that I wouldn’t make any friends and there you were with that adorable smile to greet me. You were so nice, so welcoming. God I thought it might’ve been an act at first but you never stopped being kind, not even to those assholes who made fun of you to your face and said even worse things behind your back. You’re not pathetic, you’re not a loser, you’re so kind and funny. I love your dorky little jokes, I love how I can’t fight off my smile when you hit me with a pun. You’re like the embodiment of sunshine and nothing Demi ever says is gonna change my mind about that, okay?”

He stands there in silence taking it all in, your grip on his face has him unable to look away from you. He watches the tears rolling down your cheeks after your passionate speech. “You really think that about me?”

You nod, letting go of his chin and wiping away your tears. “Yeah, I do. I regret not saying it sooner because I feel like all you ever hear is this vitriolic shit from everyone else and-”

He interrupts you, “Can I take you to makeout point?”

Now it’s your turn to be shocked, you stumble over your words as your body heats up, “What?”

“I wanna take you to makeout point…if you’d like that…” He says shyly.

You couldn’t fight off your smile if you tried, “I would like that…what about my punishment though, John and Kathy are gonna flip their shit if I don’t get this done before lunch.”

“Well it’s a good thing you have an assistant, huh?” He smirks, picking up the plate he’d been cleaning before.

You smile, “I couldn’t ask for anyone better…”

The work goes by quickly with Jason by your side, the two of you fall into a comfortable rhythm. You listen to him tell stories from past years at camp and occasionally sing and dance along to the songs on the radio. Jason’s dorky dance moves make you laugh harder than you thought you would today. He always has a way of making things better.

Finally you’re putting away the last dish when Jason comes up behind you and wraps his arms around your waist. He pulls you against his chest and settles his head on your shoulder. “You ready to go to makeout point with me?” He teases, his breath feels warm on your neck. You wish you could kiss him right here right now but you’ll let him have his fantasy.

“Mhm, you have me all excited. I feel like a teenager sneaking off at a party,” you laugh. Jason reaches around you and takes the plate from your hands, setting it on the pile for you. 

He turns you around, untying your apron for you. He pulls it off your body, removing your gloves next before throwing away the gloves and rehanging the apron. “Let’s get going before Kathy and John realize where we’ve gone.” 

You smile and take his hand, letting him lead you out the door. “Do you remember where it is?”

He moves like he’s on a mission, “Mhm, it’s not hard to find now that I know where to look. I know these woods like the back of my hand.”

“I like a man who knows his way around,” you tease.

“You must be obsessed with me then,” he laughs.

He leads you through the woods with ease, pointing out some pretty spots until you make your way to makeout point. It’s a small area off in the trees, a boulder sits as coverage for couples. You let him lead you behind the boulder, sitting next to him on the ground, your knees touching. “So this is it, huh?” He says, looking around the area. “Not that impressive.”

You chuckle, “I don’t think many people come here for the scenery.”

He cocks his head to the side like a confused puppy, “Oh really? Mind educating me on why they come here?” You watch as he smirks, feeling pretty proud of his line.

You stare at him wide eyed, your mouth agape. “Jason Hochberg, did you just flirt with me?”

His cheeks turn pink, “I…um, did you not like-”

You grab his chin and turn his face towards you, leaning over quickly and cutting him off with a kiss. Every ounce of restraint you’ve had this summer melts away as your lips melt against his. He’s slow to kiss you back, taking his sweet time to register what’s happening. You can tell he’s inexperienced and out of practice but that doesn’t make it any less enjoyable. He pulls away after awhile, resting his forehead against yours with a smile. “So you liked it?”

“Of course I liked it, you fucking dork.” You peck his lips playfully.

“You think you would’ve brought me here if we’d gone to camp together?” He asks. He pulls away from you and leans against the rock, spreading his legs.

You take that as a signal to slot yourself between his legs, leaning back into his chest, “Of course I would’ve. I bet you would’ve been all nervous and red, adorable…”

“I’ve gotten better at hiding my nervousness,” he mumbles. He wraps an arm around your chest, holding you against him. He leans his head forward and rests his chin on your shoulder. “I wanna kiss you again.”

You turn back around, sitting on your knees as you face him. “So kiss me then.”

He cups your face in his hands, taking a minute to admire your features, “You’re so pretty.”

Before you can try to respond he kisses you, he clearly took notes from the first kiss, it’s sweet. He kisses you like you’re his first love, and maybe you are. It doesn’t take long for you to deepen the kiss, your hand moving to his hip to push him back against the rock. Your other hand going up to tangle in his hair and pull him closer to you. He whines softly into your mouth and you run your tongue across his lower lip. He parts his lips, letting your tongue slip in. He’s never kissed like this before as he struggles to keep up, what he lacks in experience he makes up for in passion. You tug softly at his hair and smirk into the kiss at how he whimpers. His hands go to your hips, pulling you against him. You’re just about to roll your hips against his when you hear footsteps. You pull away from Jason with wide eyes, “Someone’s coming.” Now you really feel like a teenager sneaking around.

You and Jason work quickly to adjust each other's appearances to look more presentable. The sound of two voices becomes more and more audible.

“C’mon Mike this is the only chance we’ll get, I have to get back to my campers in like 30 minutes.” It’s Demi. You look at Jason with a smirk and he’s starting to crack a smile. 

“You wanna fuck with her?” You ask, leaning back in.

He nods and pulls you back in for another kiss, this time it’s more passionate and desperate. His fingers curl around the hem of your shirt, pulling you in closer against him. You tangle your fingers back in his hair, pulling harder to get him to make the sounds you love oh so much. He whines pathetically against your lips and you slip your tongue back in his mouth. His hips involuntarily buck up against yours and now it’s your turn to whine. Your whole body feels like it’s on fire. You almost forget what the plan was until you hear a loud gasp from behind you.

“Oh my god…” Demi exclaims from behind you.

You pull away from Jason, fingers still tangled in his hair as you turn to face her. “Sorry Demi, it’s occupied right now…” You tease.

“Why the hell aren’t you still doing dishes? Did you skip out to come out here with him?”

You smile up at her, “He helped me finish early actually…” Jason snorts at your innuendo. 

She groans in annoyance and frustration, gripping Mike's hand. “Whatever, it’s contaminated now. We’ll just use the rec room…” She starts walking off, pulling Mike along with her. She makes sure to shoot you a glare before disappearing into the woods.

You look back at Jason and burst into laughter, falling into him as you do. Once you compose yourself you lay back against his chest once again, draping his arm over your chest and playing with the bracelets on his wrist. “She’s such a bitch…” you mumble.

“I wouldn’t say that. She just…doesn’t like us…”

You can’t help but smile as he continues to try and see the positive in her. “You’re too good for Pineway, I’m packing you up in my suitcase and taking you home with me.”

He looks down at you with a smile, pressing a kiss to your cheek. “Promise.”

“Pinky promise,” you giggle, linking your pinky with his.

“We should probably head back before John and Kathy get suspicious…”

You groan, holding his arm tight against you. “Do we have to? I think I have some more makeouts left.”

He chuckles, “We’ll sneak off again later, I won’t leave you high and dry.”

“Good boy…” You mumble, going to stand. He sits there with pink cheeks as you turn back around and offer your hand to help him up. He slings his arm around your waist as you start to walk back to camp. “So Hochberg, what's your review of makeout point now that you’ve gone?”

“Hm…I think I see the appeal now. I think we’re going to spend a lot of our free time here.”

You cock your eyebrow at him, “Oh are we now?”

“Mhm, I just decided that for us,” Jason retorts, pecking your cheek again.

“For once I won’t argue.”

Jason decides to bold and slip his hand into your back pocket. He leans into you, whispering in your ear, “Good girl.”

[bumblebeeswrite]

If you’re taking requests, can I ask for some early morning fluff with Jason? Love your writing btw!!

MORNING BIRDS | JASON HOCHBERG

summary: in the early hours of camp pineway, you and Jason share a moment.

word count: 2,565

CW fluff to the maxxxx, i'm in love with this man your honor. don't know if Jason has a sister, but he gives me big brother vibes so i went with it

thank you soo much for your kind words. i appreciate it soo much.

this one came to me so fast, the motivation is real after that call y'all

The crickets chirped their relentless song, a soundtrack to the quiet seclusion of Makeout Point. Technically, it wasn't called that at Camp Pineway, but the name, whispered among campers and acknowledged with knowing smirks by counselors, had stuck. It was a small clearing, slightly elevated and ringed by whispering pines, offering a perfect, moonlit view of the lake below. You sat on a worn wooden bench, Jason beside you, close enough to feel the faint warmth radiating from his arm. A half-empty bottle of lukewarm soda sat between you, the remnants of a shared, sugar-fueled buzz.

The night had started with the usual campfire stories down by the main fire pit, a mix of genuine spooky tales and the kind of exaggerated, slightly terrifying narratives that were a camp staple. Jason had told one about a camper who wandered into the woods and was never seen again, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down your spine, even though you knew it was just a story. His delivery was perfect – quiet intensity, pauses timed just right. After the campfire, s'mores consumed and songs sung, everyone had scattered – some to their cabins, some seeking quieter corners of the camp for a bit of freedom before lights out. You and Jason, drawn by a shared desire for peace away from the lingering campfire smoke and boisterous energy, had found your way up the winding path to this secluded spot, the silence growing more comfortable with each step.

"It's… peaceful up here," you said, breaking the comfortable silence that had settled between you. The moon was a like silver coin in the inky sky, its reflection shimmering on the distant water's surface. The lake looked serene and vast from this vantage point.

Jason leaned back against the bench's rough-hewn backrest, stretching his legs out. "Yeah. Peaceful's a good word for it. Back home, it's always… noisy. City sounds, people, even when you're inside." He glanced at you, a small smile playing on his lips. "This is a nice change. Sometimes I think I could just stay out here forever."

You hummed in agreement. "I know what you mean. My town's not huge, but it's never this quiet. You can always hear cars, or neighbors…" You hadn't known Jason particularly well before this summer. He was one of the older counselors, a bit quieter than the rest, but with a dry wit that you found yourself increasingly drawn to. There was a steadiness to him, a calm that was a welcome contrast to the chaos of camp life.

Time seemed to slip away as you talked. You discussed everything and nothing – your families, your plans for the future, funny camp stories, and shared memories of childhood summers. Jason told you about his younger sister, Lily, and how she was the "biggest drama queen you'd ever meet," his voice fond despite the teasing words. He described a particularly dramatic incident involving a school play and a misplaced prop, making you laugh until your sides hurt. You told him about your dream of traveling the world, starting with maybe backpacking through Europe. He listened with genuine interest, asking specific questions about where you'd go first and sharing a story about a disastrous family road trip that somehow ended up being one of his favorite memories. He even admitted, his voice softer, that he sometimes felt unsure about his own future plans, a vulnerability that surprised you and made you feel closer to him. The distant sounds of the camp faded entirely, replaced by the gentle rustling of leaves and the rhythmic chirping of the crickets, creating a bubble just for the two of you.

The soda was long gone, the bottle rolling slightly on the bench between you. The night air grew cooler, raising goosebumps on your arms, when you realized how late it had gotten. The moon was higher now, casting long, distorted shadows across the clearing, making the familiar pines look like watchful figures.

"We should probably head back," you said, the words reluctant, accompanied by a yawn you couldn't suppress. "Lights out was… hours ago."

Jason glanced towards the path leading back down, then back at you, his gaze lingering for a moment, searching your face in the dim light. "Yeah, probably," he agreed, but his tone lacked conviction. He shifted slightly on the bench. "Unless… you want to stay a little longer? We could try and spot some constellations. I think I can still find Orion from here." There was a hint of something hopeful in his voice, a hesitant curiosity that made your heart skip a beat.

You hesitated, chewing on your lower lip. You knew you should go back. Curfew was… well, curfew was a suggestion at best for counselors, but there were still expectations, rounds to potentially check. Getting caught out here could mean trouble. But the thought of leaving this quiet intimacy, this bubble of shared thoughts and easy silence overlooking the sleeping camp and the moonlit lake, felt like breaking a spell. The connection felt too real to cut short.

"Okay," you breathed out. "Just a little longer. Show me Orion."

Jason's smile widened, reaching his eyes this time. "Deal."

The "little longer" stretched into a full-blown all-nighter, spent entirely in the secluded haven of Makeout Point. Jason pointed out constellations, his finger tracing patterns against the velvet sky. You talked more, the conversation meandering into deeper territory – fears, hopes, silly 'what ifs'. At one point, the sharp snap of a twig nearby made both of you jump, freezing like startled deer. You held your breath, listening intently, imagining John or Kathy doing a late-night patrol. After a tense minute of silence, punctuated only by your own heartbeats, a small raccoon ambled out from the bushes, blinked at you both, and scurried away. You both let out shaky laughs, the shared moment of minor panic dissolving the remaining distance between you. You watched the stars shift across the vast canvas above, the sky slowly lightening from a deep, velvety blue through shades of indigo and violet to a pale, washed-out grey. The conversation ebbed and flowed, punctuated by comfortable silences that felt just as meaningful as the words, and the occasional shared laugh that seemed loud in the pre-dawn stillness. Jason had a habit of tilting his head when he was really listening, his brow furrowed slightly in concentration, and you found yourself increasingly fascinated by the small details of his face – the way his eyes crinkled at the corners when he smiled, the faint scar on his chin, illuminated now by the approaching dawn.

As the first hint of sunrise painted the eastern horizon, a sliver of pale pink bleeding into the darkness over the distant hills, a different kind of quiet settled over the clearing. It was the hush of anticipation, the stillness before the world woke up, heavy with unspoken feelings. You shivered, the morning chill finally penetrating your tired limbs and the thin fabric of your shirt.

Jason noticed immediately, shrugging off his worn fleece vest without a word and draping it over your shoulders. It was warm from his body heat and smelled faintly of woodsmoke, pine needles, and something indefinably… him. You pulled it tighter around yourself, inhaling the scent, a blush creeping up your neck despite the chill.

"Thanks," you mumbled, avoiding his gaze by looking out over the lake, now catching the first rosy reflections of the dawn. The water looked like liquid glass, perfectly still.

He just nodded, his eyes following your gaze to the horizon. He stuffed his hands into his pockets. "We should probably get some food," he said, after a moment, his voice slightly rough from hours of talking and the cool air. "Before anyone else is up and asks questions we don't want to answer."

The walk down the path felt different in the dim morning light, the familiar trail transformed into something new, charged with the energy of the night you'd shared. You walked side-by-side, not touching, but acutely aware of each other. The mess hall was eerily silent when you and Jason slipped inside through a side door he knew was often left unlocked. The long rows of tables were empty, chairs neatly stacked, the only sound the faint hum of the fluorescent lights overhead. Mrs. Peterson, the camp cook, wasn't due in for another hour, which meant…

"We're on our own," Jason said, turning to you with a mischievous grin spreading across his face. "Think Mrs. P keeps any secret stashes?" He headed straight for the kitchen doors, pushing them open with a soft whoosh, and you followed, a sense of giddy, sleep-deprived adventure bubbling up inside you despite your exhaustion.

The kitchen was a wonderland of early morning possibilities – stainless steel counters gleaming faintly, oversized pots hanging from racks. Jason, surprisingly, seemed to know his way around. He navigated past the industrial ovens and mixers, opening cupboards with confidence. He pulled out a carton of milk, a box of cereal (something sugary and forbidden, the kind that was definitely not on the camp breakfast menu – Lucky Charms, maybe?), and located a couple of mismatched mugs in a drying rack.

"Breakfast of champions," he declared, pouring the cereal into the mugs with a flourish that sent a few colorful marshmallows scattering onto the counter. "Or, you know, survivors of an all-nighter."

You laughed, leaning against the cool stainless-steel counter as you watched him pour the milk. "Definitely survivors." There was something incredibly domestic, and incredibly intimate, about this – the two of you, alone in the quiet heart of the sleeping camp, sharing a secret breakfast after a night spent talking under the stars. It felt stolen and special.

The cereal was devoured quickly, standing at the counter, the sugary milk leaving a sticky residue on your fingers. The silence wasn't awkward, just filled with the small sounds of eating and the lingering closeness from the night. You washed the mugs in the big, industrial sink, the sound of running water echoing slightly in the empty hall.

"So," Jason said, leaning against the counter beside you, his shoulder brushing yours lightly, sending a little jolt through you. "What now?" He looked tired, dark circles under his eyes, but his gaze was warm.

You stifled a yawn, the adrenaline fading into bone-deep tiredness. Your eyes felt gritty. "Now… I think I need sleep. A lot of sleep. Before the campers wake up and demand energy I don't have."

"Me too," he admitted, rubbing his eyes. "My cabin's not too far from here…" He trailed off, looking down at his hands for a second before meeting your eyes again. The implication hung in the air, clear and inviting, yet hesitant.

Your heart did a little flutter-kick, a nervous energy mixing with the exhaustion. You knew you shouldn't. You really shouldn't. Sharing a secret breakfast was one thing, sneaking into the kitchen felt like a minor infraction. Going back to his cabin felt like crossing a different line entirely. What would people think if they saw you leaving? What did he think? But the thought of ending the night – the morning – just yet… it was too much to bear. The connection forged in the quiet hours at Makeout Point, strengthened by the shared adventure, felt too strong, too promising, to simply walk away from now. You wanted more time, even if it was just sleeping in the same room.

"Okay," you said, the word barely a whisper, but loud enough in the stillness. His answering smile was small, but genuine relief washed over his features.

Jason's cabin was small and cluttered, but it had a certain lived-in charm that felt authentic to him. A pile of books sat precariously on a small table next to a battered armchair, titles ranging from sci-fi novels to poetry collections. A half-finished charcoal sketch of the lake lay on another surface, showing surprising talent. And a worn-out sleeping bag was spread neatly on the floor, looking surprisingly inviting.

"It's not much," he said, gesturing around the room with a slightly self-conscious air, running a hand through his already messy hair. "And usually cleaner, I swear. But it's… home for the summer."

You didn't say anything, just stepped inside, taking it all in. The air was warm and slightly stuffy, but it smelled like… Jason. Like woodsmoke and old paper from his books, charcoal from his sketch, and something sweet, like the sugary cereal you'd just shared. "I like your drawing," you offered quietly, pointing to the sketch.

He glanced at it, a faint flush rising on his neck. "Oh, uh, thanks. Just messing around." He watched you, his expression unreadable in the dim light filtering through the small window. Then, he gestured decisively to the bunk "You can… have that. Seriously. I'll take the… chair." It was a simple wooden chair, looking far less comfortable than the bunk.

You hesitated, looking from the bunk to the chair, then back at him. "Are you sure? That chair looks like torture after being up all night. We could… share?" The suggestion hung in the air, bolder than you intended.

He looked surprised for a second, then shook his head, a small, genuine smile playing on his lips. "I'm sure. Wouldn't be much of a gentleman otherwise, right? Besides," he added, his voice dropping a little, becoming softer, more intimate, "I want to make sure you're comfortable. Get some proper rest."

You didn't argue further, sensing his quiet insistence. You were too tired, too overwhelmed by the emotions stirred during the long night, and too… drawn to him and the unexpected sweetness of his gesture. You settled onto the bunk the worn fabric surprisingly soft against your skin. It felt strangely right, being here, cocooned in his space.

Jason sat in the chair, leaning back and closing his eyes almost immediately. The early morning light cast his face in soft shadows. He looked… peaceful. Content. And you realized, with a jolt, that you felt the same way, a quiet sense of belonging settling over you, chasing away the last dregs of worry about breaking rules.

Sleep came quickly, pulling you down into a deep, dreamless slumber born of exhaustion and a surprising sense of security. You woke up hours later to the sound of someone shifting. Jason was still in the chair, blinking himself awake, stretching stiffly. He looked… younger, somehow, in the brighter daylight filtering in, all the quiet intensity of his waking hours softened into a peaceful vulnerability. He caught you watching him and offered a sleepy, slightly crooked smile.

You smiled back, a warmth spreading through you that had nothing to do with the stuffy cabin air. You knew, with a certainty that settled deep in your bones, that this wasn't just a camp fling, not just the result of a sleepless night fueled by sugar and proximity. This felt like something… more. Something real, sparked in the quiet darkness of Makeout Point, tested by a near-miss with a raccoon, and cemented by shared cereal and quiet understanding in the dawn.

And as you eventually drifted back to sleep for a little longer, the image of Jason's sleepy smile imprinted on your mind, you couldn't help but feel a thrill of anticipation. The all-nighter overlooking the lake had definitely been just the beginning.

[spookyscarydemonbabe]

Jason NSFW Alphabet

I really got excited when I first saw the trailer for Hell of a Summer because I LOVE a loser boy and I love having a new one to obsess over 🤭 tbh I wasn’t even sure who Fred Hechinger was, I had never seen anything with him in it before, but omg since seeing him for the first time in this trailer I’ve watched so many new things and I can’t wait to expand more on Jason and his other characters 🥰

A- Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

He needs a little aftercare himself as soon as you’re finished, but you’ve gotten into the habit of helping each other afterwards. He really puts his all into sex, and by the time you’re finished he’s laying over you breathless and sweating, panting while he’s still inside you just because it was so overwhelming but so, so good. He just needs a few minutes to recollect himself and all you have to do is lay there and hold him while he comes down from his high. As soon as he gets his energy back he’ll help sit you up and clean you off, and he’ll grab you a new change of clothes and some water. He’s very attentive, wether he was putting in most of the work or not.

B- Body Part (their favorite body part of theirs and their partners)

He doesn’t necessarily have a favorite part of himself, but you always mention how much you love his hands. They’re rough and calloused, but still so gentle, and they fit so perfectly into yours. He loves being able to get his hands on you, and he adores hearing all the sounds you make when his fingers are slowly moving between your legs. You have to remind him that he’s allowed to be rough with you, but his gentleness makes it so much sweeter.

He’s not sure if this qualifies but he loves your hips. He loves watching them sway when you walk, he loves getting to hold onto them to guide you back into him, and whenever you’re snuggling afterwards he can’t help but wrap his arms around you tight and run his hands all along your curves. Though they always linger just a bit longer once he reaches your hips.

C- Cum (anything to do with cum)

He almost always gets full body spasms whenever he cums. His head tilts back, eyes clenched tight, his chest heaving as his arms and legs start to give out and shake and you can feel his body tremble ever so slightly as his hips buck up into the air. It’s so cute to see how red his face gets and to hear the quiet whimpers lie legs out as he comes down from his high.

D- Dirty Secret (a dirty secret of theirs)

He prefers to be a little more submissive in bed, but he LOVES when you beg him to make you cum. Something about knowing he has control over the pleasure your body feels gives him a rush of adrenaline like nothing else ever has. He’ll thrust a bit faster, he’ll grip onto you tighter, and sometimes he gets a little ahead of himself and asks if you want to go another round without even realizing how drained he is from the constant energy exertion.

E- Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Almost none. He’s kissed girls before, but it’s never been past just a basic kiss, everything else is very new to him and he doesn’t mind learning just as long as you don’t mind teaching. He has a somewhat basic knowledge of sex, but he also knows that porn is different than actually doing it.

F- Favorite position (pretty self explanatory)

He loves getting to watch when you ride him. He’ll hold onto your thighs, bucking his hips up into you to match your pace, waiting for that moment to come where you just can’t take it anymore and start bouncing faster and faster. He really loves how much it feels like you need him so desperately, especially when your nails start digging into his chest.

G- Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous?)

He tries to be serious about it due to his anxiety, but a few giggles slip out every once in a while, mainly due to his inexperience. He knows that you’re never laughing at him, and sometimes it helps make him feel more comfortable to know that even when he ‘messes up’ it doesn’t turn you away.

H- Hair (how well groomed are they?)

He’s naturally a pretty hairy guy, but that’s the only area other than his facial hair that he pays attention to. He tries to keep it short, not buzzed but not too overgrown. He’s got a very childish personality so he usually keeps his body hair a little unkempt to make him look more his age.

I- Intimacy (how romantic are they in the moment?)

It’s almost a 50/50 of romantic and awkward with him. He gets so caught up in the moment that his filters turn off and he’ll say whatever comes to mind, all that’s floating through his head is you and how he can make you feel good. He really does try to make it feel romantic, sometimes he just needs a little help.

J- Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Even after you’re together, he still feels a little but of guilt whenever he jerks off to pictures of you, or even just the thought of you making the sounds of the girls on his computer screen. He goes back to the mindset of whenever he did it before you were together, and the embarrassment he would’ve felt if you’d ever caught him, but knowing that there’s a possibility of getting caught turns him on more.

K- Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Praise

He likes hearing how good he’s doing, especially if it’s something new to him. He’s a very good listener and always tries so hard to make you feel as good as possible. Hearing you praise him is just more motivation to keep going and trying new things.

Overstimulation

It’s not something he likes to dive into all the time, but if it’s been a while he wants you to take as much of him as you can. He’ll insist you keep going until he can’t anymore, and although sometimes he pushes himself a little too far, you always take care of him afterwards.

Compersion

He is obsessed with the fact that he’s able to bring you so much pleasure. Hearing the noises he pulls from you, feeling your body tremble beneath his hands, getting your praise and being able to see just how good he’s making you feel is enough to get him off. He won’t even have to touch himself, all it takes is the friction from grinding into the mattress and he’ll make a mess of himself.

L- Location (favorite places to do the do)

He’s not really comfortable just yet doing it anywhere other than a bed, but he’s open to trying out new places. He’s found that he enjoys doing it on other peoples beds more than your own, and you’ve tried talking him into doing it in a car or on the beach by the lake late at night but he gets too nervous at the thought of getting caught to do it just yet. He likes the rush, but there have been too many close calls for him to be completely comfortable with it.

M- Motivation (what turns them on)

Nothing. He loves watching you do nothing. Sitting at the end of the pier with your arms propping you up as you watch the sun set, the golden glow framing your face so beautifully. Reading in bed with your hair tied back and your jammie’s on, all comfortable and cozy. Just seeing how you manage to always look so beautiful doing most mundane things makes his heart race.

N- No (something they wouldn’t do)

There’s quite a lot he wouldn’t do, but at the moment it’s really only due to his lack of experience. He knows for certain he wouldn’t want to share you, he’d get too insecure with the thought of another person touching you, but he’s got no issue with learning how to use toys on you. He’s also still figuring out all his likes and dislikes when it comes to sex, so he doesn’t want to delve into anything too rough just yet. He’s still getting used to vanilla sex so you have to let him get comfortable with it before trying anything too out of the norm for him.

O- Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He of course loves receiving, but he always prefers to give. He likes knowing how good he can make you feel, and he gets the perfect view of your body when he looks up at you from between your thighs. Feeling your fingers move through his hair as you tell him how good he’s doing only encourages him more, and he does quite a good job for someone so new to it. It always starts out with him figuring out where all your sensitive spots are, and it’ll end with them memorized while his hands are either tangled in yours or gripping onto your thighs.

P- Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

He always starts out nice and slow, taking his time to get into a comfortable enough position before he picks up his pace. It’s rare when he gets rough but if he’s had a not so good day and just needs to release some of the pent up frustration you’re always willing to let him take it out on you. Other than that, he really loves letting every single moment longer for as long as he can. You make him feel so good he wants to make sure he can make it last for as long as possible.

Q- Quickie (their opinions on quickies)

It’s definitely something he’d be interested in trying. The thought of it is so exciting but he’s just scared of the of getting caught since you’re not really given a lot of time alone together. You may be able to convince him if you make sure there’s no chance of getting caught but they’re not really something that he would jump at.

R- Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Not so much, but it’s not like he doesn’t try. Sex is all new to him, and it’s one of those things that he really has to get used to before he goes and tries anything that’s super new to him. If there’s something new that you want to try or that he wants to try you always make it known, but he’s not immediately going to be comfortable with getting rough and dirty if he’s not used to the gentle and intimate parts of sex. But all he wants is to make you feel good, so if it seems like you’re really enthusiastically about trying something new, that’s usually enough to convince him.

S- Stamina (how many rounds can they go? how long can they last?)

He can usually only go for one round, but if you give him a little time and enough affection he’ll always consider going for another round. He’s only able to last a few minutes from being so sensitive, but he tries to push himself a little more every time. He wants to try and make it last as long as possible, so every now and then he’ll keep going until it hurts just too good.

T- Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or on themselves?)

He’s never owned any himself, his hand works just fine for him, but the thought definitely has crossed his mind. He’s comfortable enough being intimate with you to understand that if he finishes before you and can’t keep going then you’re going to need something to get you off. And he’s completely fine still giving you attention and affection while you’re using it. He’ll lay at your side and let his hands roam your body, kissing all along your neck, matching all the little noises you make into your ear because hearing how good you feel is enough to make him yearn for you again.

U- Unfair (how much do they like to tease?)

He’s gotten quite good at teasing, especially since he knows that teasing you only makes you want him more. He’s quite good with his hands, they’re rough and calloused but so gentle on your curves, and he always likes to take his time and admire every little part of you. Sometimes he needs a little guidance, but he prefers having you tell him when to change what he’s doing rather than keep doing something you don’t like.

V- Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Jason is either a quiet whimpering mess or he’s moaning and groaning so loud you sometimes have to cover his mouth, no in between. He’s definitely more quiet in bed, he prefers to hear the sounds that come from you so he tries to keep his volume to a minimum, but the little noises he makes are so adorable you’ll try to pull them from him as much as possible. He usually gets loud whenever you’re on top, and it’s perfect for you because he likes having your hands on him, even when it’s coving his mouth to keep him quiet.

W- Wild card (random HC)

He feels so perverted when he does it, but it turns him on to watch you whenever you’re changing or in the shower. Whether you’re together or not, the thought of knowing that he could get caught admiring the way you treat your body sends a terrifying thrill through his veins. He knows he has the chance to touch you like he wants to, but being so secretive is what makes it so fun. He knows he’s not supposed to, and he knows that there will be consequences if he’s caught, but it’s the one thing that he’s willing to do no matter what happens to him. You’re just too beautiful to not watch.

X- X-Ray (what’s going on under the waistband 👀)

He’s ever so slightly above average, just a little more than 6 inches, and it’s such a perfect fit. He’s got a bit more girth so sometimes it takes a minute to settle into you, but he sinks in so agonizingly slow it gives you time to get your body fully adjusted to him. He’s VERY sensitive, and it never takes much teasing to get him hard. Usually all you have to do is rub him outside his jeans for a few moments until he’s rock hard, but he loves how much control you have over him.

Y- Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

It’s not insanely high, but if you offer up just the idea of sex he’ll jump at it as fast as he can. Any time you want it, he’ll give it to you, just because he loves knowing how much you love the way he fits so perfectly with you. There are times where he’s a little reluctant to ask you for it, he doesn’t want to be the type of boyfriend that’s always asking for sex, but you’re just so pretty and watching you perform the smallest tasks turns him on.

Z- Zzz (how quickly do they fall asleep afterwards?)

He’ll get exhausted very quickly but the adrenaline will still be surging through him so he can stay up after for a decent while. He likes getting to hold you afterwards and there’s just something about pillow talk that he finds so soothing that he just wants to lay there with you and talk until you can’t anymore. The only time he’s ever fallen asleep after was if he went into already tired, but even that’ll take a little bit. Plus, he knows that aftercare is a must, so if he’s feeling tired he can only imagine how tired you’re feeling after taking it, so he’ll keep himself up until you’re fully taken care of just so you can fall asleep with no worries in the morning.

[punkrockmlchael]

Let Me Help, Please?

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Stupid smile. Stupid charming personality. Stupid cringey dad jokes. Stupid Jason Hochberg. 

It was weird. It was awkward. He said he wouldn’t be back this summer. Gave a long speech about the end of an era and cried his eyes out on the final day of camp last year.  

He said he wouldn’t be back. 

But he was; the first person you saw when you arrived at Camp Pineway this year just had to be… him. 

This summer was supposed to be different, it was supposed to be for you while you got over Jason; healing or some shit. Everything from last summer was still heavily imprinted in your mind—the laughs, the giggles, the late nights spent together, the inside jokes you both shared, the hugs and soft and sweet kisses you and Jason shared when no one was looking. You know, everything that drew you to him in the first place. 

This summer at Camp Pineway was supposed to be Jason free. 

So when you hopped out of your car that Thursday morning of counselor’s weekend and saw him helping Demi with her bags, you cringed. An inner and outer cringe as you sighed, shaking your head. Maybe he wouldn’t notice you yet, maybe he wouldn’t say anything to you yet, maybe, just maybe, you could hide from him. 

As you stared blankly at the bags in your trunk your peace and quiet was interrupted by a laugh, a laugh you knew all too well. 

Jason. 

“Hey, hey!” He smiled, walking towards you. He leaned against your car gently, arms crossed over his chest as he looked at you. “It’s nice to see you, I’m glad you decided to come back to Camp Pineway for another year.” He added, sounding genuine.

You nodded, mumbling back a short, “yeah,” without even looking up at him.

“Need a hand?”

You shrugged, grabbing your bags from the trunk. “I think I have it,” you replied, glancing up at him. Fuck, definitely shouldn’t have done that. One look was enough to make all the feelings come back like one swift kick in the gut. 

Jason hummed, the smile on his face fading slightly as you denied him needing any help. “At least let me walk you to your cabin? Which one are you in this year?”

You sighed, knowing he would just follow you if you didn’t allow him permission to go with you. “Cabin 8,” you mumbled, closing your trunk before making the trek towards the cabin. Jason followed beside you, occasionally double and even triple checking that you didn’t need help with your bags. Yeah, classic Jason. Always wanting to help and always making sure things were where they needed to be. 

When you finally made it to your cabin, you fumbled with the door before Jason stepped in to help you. “Here! This one is always tricky, you’ll get the hang of it before you know it!” 

You nodded, “thanks.” You stopped and looked up at him, raising an eyebrow slightly. “I thought you weren’t coming back this year?” You asked, the question escaping a little harsher than you meant.

“Yeah, well,” he mumbled, rubbing the back of his neck. “I guess you could say that plans change… that and I had a little bit of unfinished business to attend to here.”

“Plans change,” you repeated. “Thanks, for the help, or whatever.” 

“Yeah, anytime. It’s… it’s good to see you, you know?” He smiled softly, leaning against the side of the cabin.

“Yeah.” You nodded, placing your bags on your bed. “Right back at you.”

Jason’s smile brightened a little more before he turned and walked away, off to help the other counselors that may need him. You stood at the doorway of your cabin, watching him walk away. He walked through the grass, swinging his arms as he walked. 

God, you still loved him… 

Since this morning, you’ve been struggling to keep yourself and your emotions in check while Jason runs everything, blissfully unaware of the glares and awkward glances coming from you. Either that or he didn’t care about them.

You wanted to run up to him and wrap your arms around him again like last year. You wanted to leave a soft kiss on his lips before dragging him by the hand behind your cabin. You wanted to giggle while he laughs at being tugged into a hiding spot before his arms wrap around your waist, pulling you closer to his body. You wanted Jason back, your Jason back. But you weren’t sure if you could get him back.

You wandered off from the group, wanting to be alone with nature and the spot you missed so much over the off season. Taking in your surroundings, you smiled softly at the birds chirping lowly, the squirrels scampering across the forest, the sunlight coming through the leaves of the trees. You took in everything, forgetting about the other counselors and Jason for a bit.

That was until you misstepped and tripped over an exposed tree root. You screamed, the pain instant in your ankle as you fell to the ground with a big huff. Your scream echoed through the forest slightly, and Jason was the first one to run to your aid. 

“Shit,” Jason mumbled, running towards you. “Are you okay?” He asked, kneeling down in front of you. 

You looked up at him and winced, grabbing hold of your ankle. “I’m fine,” you sighed, shaking your head. “It’s nothing, just a little twisted ankle.” You added, looking down at your now red and swollen ankle. 

“It doesn’t look like nothing,” he replied, taking a seat beside you. “Let me help you, please?” He asked, his voice sounding softer as he hesitantly reached for your leg. You sighed, stretching it out onto his lap. Jason looked at your ankle, moving it a couple different times and directions to ensure it wasn’t broken. You winced each time, sighing as your head fell to his shoulder gently. “What did you do?” He asked, reaching for the small first aid kit he always carries with him.

“I tripped over a fucking tree root,” you mumbled, closing your eyes as he began wrapping your ankle up carefully. 

“Ah, those tree roots will get you,” he replied, a small smirk tugging at his lips. 

“Shut up,” you mumbled, breathing out slowly as the pain flared up again. “That tree root didn’t hurt me like you did last summer, that wound from you will never seem to heal.”

Jason stopped, pulling away slightly to look down at you. “I’m sorry,” he mumbled. You shook your head and moved away from him, wincing at the pain in your ankle.

“I’m sorry literally doesn’t even come close to making up for what you did to me.”

“I know,” he sighed softly, looking up at you. “And I don’t expect you to," he sighed, "maybe just… listen?” You sat back against a tree and looked at him. You nodded, letting him continue. Jason took a deep breath and sighed, moving closer to you slightly. “I was an idiot last year, trust me, I still am an idiot. But, the time we spent together here last summer truly was just… the best time of my life. That’s the reason I came back, I just had to see you. I had to apologize to you, I had to tell you how I feel.” Jason looked at you. “And, I love you, I really do. I have spent these last few months thinking about you nonstop and I, I understand if we can’t get back to how we were before but I hope you can at least… forgive me.” 

You looked at him, thinking to yourself before you sighed. “I love you too,” you mumbled. “I think we can try to get back to that but… I think we need to take it slow first.”

Jason nodded, agreeing with you and respecting your decisions. “Can I, uh, can I help you back to your cabin?” He asked, standing up. He placed his hand out for you and helped you up, wrapping his arm around your waist and your arm around his shoulder. “You should really sit and rest, you don’t want this to get worse.”

“I know,” you sighed, looking at him. “Thanks, Jason,” you smiled, leaning in to place a soft kiss on his cheek. “It’s good to know you’re still looking out for me.”

Jason’s face turned a soft shade of pink, a small chuckle escaping his lips. “I never stopped looking out for you, and I never will.” He said softly. “Now, uh, let’s get you into bed.”

“Maybe you could stay with me for a bit?” 

“Yeah,” he nodded. “I’d like that.”

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Chris Tian (Hell of a summer 2025) X Reader (Horror/Comedy)

CHRIS TIAN (HELL OF A SUMMER 2025)

Movie Plot/Summary

Y/n Hurney

Y/n Lazar

Y/N aka O’Dessa

CHRIS TIAN X READER…….

Chris Tian X Wednesday Addams!Reader (Wednesday Addams portrayed by Jenna Ortega)

Chris Tian X Emotionless/Stoic!Reader

Chris Tian X Deadite!Ellie Bixler (Ellie Bixler portrayed by Alyssa Sutherland)

Chris Tian X Deadite!Mia Allen!Reader (Mia Allen from Evil Dead 2013)

Chris Tian X Female!Micheal Myers!Reader (Could be any Micheal Myers from any of the Halloween movies in the franchise, your choice)

Chris Tian X Female!Art The Clown!Reader (From Terrifier 1, 2, 3, and 4)

Chris Tian X Female!Pennywise!Reader (Pennywise from It 2017)

Chris Tian X Female!Masked Killer!Reader (What if…you were the masked killer?)

Chris Tian X Abigail Lazar!Reader (Abigail Lazar from Abigail 2024)

Chris Tian X Telekinesis!Reader

Chris Tian X Carrie White!Reader (From Carrie 2013)

Chris Tian X Harley Quinn!Reader (Portrayed by Margot Robbie)

Chris Tian X The Monstrosity!Reader (The smile entity from Smile 1 and Smile 2)

Chris Tian X Jennifer Check!Reader (Portrayed by Megan Fox)

Chris Tian X Lady Dimitrescu!Reader (Lady Dimitrescu from Resident Evil Village 8)

Chris Tian X Lady Gaga!Reader (Singer-Songwriter and Actress)

Chris Tian X Enid Sinclair!Reader (From Wednesday 2022-2025)

Chris Tian X Ahmanet!Reader (From The Mummy 2017)

Chris Tian X Enchantress!Reader (From the Suicide Squad, Portrayed by Cara Delevingne)

Chris Tian X Maleficent!Reader (From Maleficent and Maleficent: Mistress of Evil)

Chris Tian X Agatha Harkness!Reader (From Agatha All Along and WandaVision)

Chris Tian X Scarlet Witch!Reader (Wanda Maximoff from Multiverse of Madness and WandaVision)

Chris Tian X Nancy Downs!Reader (From The Craft)

Chris Tian X Cruella!Reader (Portrayed by Emma Stone)

Chris Tian X Deadite!Bridget Bixler!Reader (From Evil Dead Rise 2023)

Chris Tian X Verosika Mayday!Reader (From Helluva Boss)

Chris Tian X Rachel Roth/Raven!Reader (From the series Titians 2018)

Chris Tian X Diana Lance/Black Canary!Reader (From Birds of Prey 2020)

Chris Tian X Jinx!Reader (From the series Arcane, could be season 1 or 2)

Chris Tian X Captain Marvel!Reader (Portrayed by Brie Larson)

Chris Tian X Ravenna!Reader (From The Huntsman: Winter’s War)

Chris Tian X Sabrina Carpenter!Reader (Singer-Songwriter and Actress)

Chris Tian X Doja Cat!Reader (Singer-Songwriter)

Chris Tian X Billie Eilish!Reader (Singer-Songwriter)

Chris Tian X Rio Vidal/Death!Reader (Portrayed by Aubrey Plaza)

Chris Tian X Female!Radio Demon!Reader (From Hazbin Hotel)

Chris Tian X Ghostrider!Reader

Chris Tian X Ghostface!Reader (Maybe…there wasn’t one masked killer they had to worry about)

Chris Tian X Airbender!Reader (Aang from the live action The Last Airbender)

Chris Tian X Ariana Grande!Reader (Singer-Songwriter)

Chris Tian X Ashnikko!Reader (Singer-Songwriter and Rapper)

Chris Tian X Malaine Martinez!Reader (Singer-Songwriter)

Chris Tian X Vampire!Sammy/Jessica!Reader (Portrayed by Kathryn Newton)

Chris Tian X Half-Werewolf!Half-Vampire!Reader

Chris Tian X Siren!Reader

Chris Tian X Mermaid!Reader

Chris Tian X Zombie!Reader

Chris Tian X Vampire!Reader

Chris Tian X Werewolf!Reader

Chris Tian X Egyptian!Reader

Chris Tian X British!Reader

Chris Tian X Russian!Reader

Chris Tian X Australian!Reader

Chris Tian X German!Reader

Chris Tian X Pearl!Reader (From Pearl 2022)

Chris Tian X Maxine Minx!Reader (From the X trilogy)

Chris Tian X Demon!Reader

Chris Tian X Blind!Reader (Toph Beifong kind of blind)

Chris Tian X Succubus!Reader

Chris Tian X Transgender!Reader

Chris Tian X Bisexual!Reader

Chris Tian X Pansexual!Reader

Chris Tian X Lesbian!Reader

Chris Tian X Punk!Reader

Chris Tian X Goth!Reader

Chris Tian X Deaf!Reader

Chris Tian X Mute!Reader

Chris Tian X Femboy!Reader

Chris Tian X Ghost!Reader (You were killed by the masked killer instead of Demi)

Chris Tian X Valak!Reader (The demon from the Conjuring Movies)

Chris Tian X Sapphire Which!Reader (Instead of the Scarlet Which it’s the Sapphire Witch)

Chris Tian X Lindsey Stirling!Reader (Violinist)

Chris Tian X Famous!Guitarist!Reader

Chris Tian X Female!Metalhead!Reader

Chris Tian X Aerokinesis!Reader (Air Manipulation)

Chris Tian X Photokinesis!Reader (Light Manipulation)

Chris Tian X Pregnant!Reader (could be triplets, could be Nontuplets? And Could by Octuplets? Maybe? Maybe? 👀)

Chris Tian X Nezuko!Reader (From Demon Slayer)

Chris Tian X Daki!Reader (From Demon Slayer)

Chris Tian X Pyrokinesis!Reader (Fire Manipulation)

Chris Tian X Hydrokinesis!Reader (Water Manipulation)

Chris Tian X Cryokinesis!Reader (Ice Manipulation)

Chris Tian X Chlorokinesis!Reader (Plant manipulation)

Chris Tian X Electrokinesis!Reader (electricity manipulation)

Chris Tian X Golden Witch!Reader (Instead of Scarlet Witch it’s Golden Witch)

Chris Tian X Famous!Actress!Reader

Chris Tian X Amber Witch!Reader (Instead of Scarlet Witch it’s Amber Witch)

Chris Tian X Emerald Witch!Reader (Instead of Scarlet Witch it’s Emerald Witch)

Chris Tian X Amethyst Witch!Reader (Instead of Scarlet Witch it’s Amethyst)

Chris Tian X Rose Witch!Reader (Instead of Scarlet Witch it’s Rose Witch)

Chris Tian X Opaque Witch!Reader Instead of Scarlet Witch it’s Opaque Witch)

Chris Tian X Vi!Reader (From Arcane Seasons 1 and 2)

Chris Tian X Darkness/Void Witch!Reader (Instead of Scarlet Witch it’s Darkness Witch or Void Witch)

Chris Tian X Transmale!Reader

Chris Tian X Transfemale!Reader

Chris Tian X Male!Wednesday Addams!Reader

Chris Tian X Male!Harley Quinn!Reader

Chris Tian X Male!Agatha Harkness!Reader

Chris Tian X Male!Enid Sinclair!Reader

Chris Tian X Male!Reader

Chris Tian X Geokinesis!Reader (Earth Manipulation)

Chris Tian X Catwomen!Reader (Portrayed by Hallie Berry, Catwomen 2004)

Chris Tian X Female!Ink Bendy!Reader (From Bendy and the dark revival)

Chris Tian X Male!Carrie White!Reader

Chris Tian X Male!Maleficent!Reader

Chris Tian X Na’vi!Reader (Could be any Na’vi from Avatar: The way of water)

Chris Tian X Tempastakinesis!Reader (Weather Manipulation)

Chris Tian X Carolyn Stoddard!Reader (Carolyn Stoddard from Dark Shadows 2012)

Chris Tian X Tourettes!Reader

Chris Tian X M3gan!Reader (From M3gan 2023 and M3gan 2.0 2025)

Chris Tian X Male!Cruella!Reader

Chris Tian X Gay!Reader

Chris Tian X Twisted Alice!Reader (from Bendy and the dark revival)

Chris Tian X Female!Yandere!Reader (Maybe there was a person working with the masked killer…and that person is you?)

Chris Tian X Femboy!Gothic!Reader

Chris Tian X Manipulative!Psychopathic!Traitor!Reader (You were working with the masked killer all along)

Chris Tian X Crazy!Insane!Stalker!Reader

Chris Tian X Female!Masked Killer!Reader (You were the masked killer the whole time..no one knew)

Chris Tian X Male!Nezuko!Reader

Chris Tian X Female!Nancy Downs!Reader

Chris Tian X Male!Diana Lance/Black Canary!Reader

Chris Tian X Male!Goth!Reader

Chris Tian X Cannibal!Female!Masked Killer!Reader (You were the masked killer..picking off the camp counselors off one by one brutally..Even eating them)

Chris Tian X O’Dessa!Reader (O’Dessa from O’Dessa 2025, Portrayed by Sadie Sink)

Chris Tian X Crazy!Schizophrenia!Reader

Chris Tian X Athena!Audio Animatronic!Reader (Athena from Tomorrow Land 2015)

Chris Tian X Pearl!Reader (Pearl from Pearl 2022)

Cast

Finn Wolfhard as Chris Tian

Billy Bryk as Bobby

Fred Hechinger as Jason Hochberg

Pardis Saremi as Demi

Abby Quinn as Clarie

Deniel Gravelle as Ari

Julia Lalande as Noelle

Mathew Finlan as Ezra

Julia Doyle as Miley

Krista Nazaire as Shannon

D’Pharaoh Woon-A-Tai as Mike

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[medievalharlot]

“Jason.” You were laying on your stomach on the bed in your shared bunk. Jason had been tidying his stuff up a little. It wasn't much of a clean up, mostly just moving stuff around. His side of the room was still as much of a whirlwind as it was before, it just looked a little different.

With a soft hum he looked up from the mess that was his suitcase. His clothes seemed to be everywhere besides folded into a neat pile. “What's up.” He smiled as he looked at you.

“What if said you could never touch me.” You say with a slightly playful tone, but the question had a deeper feeling behind it. What if he couldn't touch you, what if he could never have sex with you again. Would he still feel the same about you?

Jason walked over to your bed, sitting down next to you. “If I could never touch you hm?” His face had a gentle and comforting look on it. Even tho you asked you knew he wouldn’t care even if he would never be able to talk to you again, he would still want you.

“Then let my watch begin.” He looked proud of his joke.

“What?”

“It's a Game of Thrones reference! I told you to pay attention while watching.”

**For those who don't watch GOT the joke is that men of the Nightswatch are supposed to be a celibate

[keeryhours]

you guys have sent in the best orders i’m so excited ❤️ going to get baking today’s order!

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[thehermitwritersblog]

Soaked camp

After many years without writing fics, I've decided to do it again. English is not my first language, so I apologize if the writing is terrible. I'm open to corrections. Either way, my boyfriend ChatGPT will probably help me with that. I hope you enjoy it. I haven’t seen the movie because it didn’t premiere in my country—I’ll watch it illegally once it’s uploaded online.

Word count: 2,699

Warnings: SMUT, SMUT, SMUT — ABSOLUTELY NO MINORS ALLOWED. 🔞🔞❌❌🚨🚨

You ended up at this camp thanks to recommendations from your previous supervisors. You had never been to Camp Pineway before, but your years of experience attending camps since childhood earned you recognition from others. You were hired immediately for the position—more kids than expected signed up this summer. It wasn’t too surprising though; the pandemic just ended and everyone simply wants to be out of their house, no matter what. For one leader, it would be impossible to handle so many children; having a second-in-command would make the summer not only easier, but better organized and managed. The cabins needed a bit of maintenance—they’d literally been unused for two years.

You were excited. The past two years living in isolation, without human interaction, had been wearing you down. Nothing sounded better than a camp surrounded by nature, reliving your childhood every time you smelled the signature scent of pine and cabin wood. Luckily, you were given your own cabin.

And then you met him. You stepped out of your car on your first day of work, and a cheerful man was waiting in the distance. You could make out his red-blond hair and the friendly smile on his face—everything about him radiated trust. He seemed like the kind of person you could open up to easily, or at least that was your first impression in those initial seconds of seeing him.

And you weren’t wrong. The guy was a softie, a dork, and clumsy—and maybe he didn’t even realize it. As soon as you stepped out of your car, he greeted you with a handshake and spoke to you in a polite and old-fashioned way, which you found funny. Maybe he didn’t have many friends his own age—he seemed like the typical shy guy raised by grandparents. He insisted on carrying your bags, and he was so enthusiastic you couldn’t say no.

As the days went by, you realized he was a total loser. You were sure that back in his school days, he was one of those guys in role-playing clubs, dressed up for geeky conventions. He was at the very bottom of the food chain when it came to shallow girls. You knew exactly the type—those schoolgirls who used him to do their homework in exchange for something they’d never give him, like dates or a little female attention. But you weren’t like them.

In fact, guys like him were your biggest weakness. They all followed the same pattern—just as submissive in daily life as they were in bed. You’ve never felt ashamed of your sexuality. In fact, every pathetic guy you’ve run into probably ended up on your mattress. Many of them, being so clueless, tried to thank you with favors of all kinds—almost laying down at your feet, ready to be used as your doormat. But despite your dominant personality, and the fact that you could have taken advantage of that, you just let it go.

You couldn’t really blame them. Even though you kept a low profile in high school, you were still pretty attractive—and in bed, you were a full-on sexual fantasy for those hopeless guys. You left them wrecked, pushed them to their limits in ways they never imagined. You couldn’t let them go until they’d given you at least five orgasms. And thanks to that, you actually helped a lot of them build more confidence in themselves.

After two weeks of interacting with Jason, you knew you wouldn’t be able to move on without having him in your bed. The last three nights, you hadn’t been able to get him out of your head. He was so adorable—all the kids loved him. His gentle, empathetic attitude had won everyone over. You knew he was your type the moment you started having long conversations during your free time. Just like you’d guessed, he was the kind of guy who knew all about sci-fi—and even if he wouldn’t admit it (out of sheer embarrassment), he could speak the Star Wars galactic language.

More than once, you saw him stand up for the more vulnerable kids. He could always tell when one of them was being picked on, and he just couldn’t let it go. One afternoon, a younger kid from the group had taken a nasty fall during a hike. Jason didn’t hesitate to help. Some of the other kids laughed at the poor boy, and even though he wasn’t badly hurt, he had several scrapes and his clothes were stained. His teary eyes and flushed face showed how embarrassed he was. But Jason was there to comfort him. He used encouraging words���told him he was smart, brave, and full of potential, and that what had happened could’ve happened to even the best campers.

Something inside you told you that everything Jason said was, in some way, a reflection of himself. As if those were the very words he wished someone had told him when he was younger.

That heartwarming scene had stirred a heat in your belly, a knot growing inside you. Jason might’ve been a strange man, but he was kind—and that sensitivity of his was turning you on. Later that night, when everyone was asleep in their cabins, you couldn’t help yourself from imagining what Jason would be like in bed. You fantasized about sneaking into his cabin in the middle of the night and demanding that he give you oral sex without ever breaking eye contact—and that, being the likely virgin he was, he wouldn’t dare say no.

You couldn’t take it anymore and slipped your hand into your underwear. You closed your eyes and bit your lips. You imagined how his soft hands would slide over your hips, how his moans would sound—because, of course, he was the kind of man who’d moan out loud with just the slightest touch. Maybe tonight his face wasn’t between your legs, but it would be soon.

The next day, one of the camp supervisors showed up unexpectedly. He wanted to check if everything was running smoothly. He brought with him coolers full of ice pops. The kids ran toward the coolers like their lives depended on it. Once the supervisor said his goodbyes and every child had gotten their treat, you and Jason were left alone.

“Your popsicle looks delicious. Is it strawberry?” you asked with a teasing tone. “Mind if I try it?”

Jason couldn’t say no. Your fingers brushed as he handed it to you, and without breaking eye contact, you wrapped your lips around the popsicle, licking it as slowly and sensually as you could.

Jason swallowed hard—he had no idea what he’d just witnessed. He didn’t know if you were doing it on purpose or if it was just a twisted product of his horniest thoughts. He decided to let it go, convincing himself that you were just an attractive woman enjoying a simple treat, and he was just a goddamn pervert. Then, the red food coloring stained your plump lips, and after licking them clean, you said, “So good. Definitely red berries.”

He smiled without saying a word. You handed him the popsicle, and then he passed it back after a bite. The thought of tasting your saliva on that little frozen block started to arouse him. Soon, the artificial coloring wasn’t the only thing red on his face. You knew you’d achieved your goal.

Two days later, in the afternoon, a sudden storm rolled in. It had been a moderately hot summer, and no one expected rain. Who knows—probably global warming, you figured. Jason took charge of getting all the kids safely into their cabins, leaving a walkie-talkie in each one for emergencies. The wind was growing stronger, thunder approaching fast—not a good sign. Jason was strict: under no circumstances should anyone go outside unless it was a life-or-death situation. And if anything happened, they had to contact him first via the walkie-talkies.

Your cabin was right next to his—you only needed to walk a few steps to reach his door. Storms didn’t usually scare you, but this one was getting under your skin. The thunder was loud, possibly striking very close by. It made you anxious, and eventually, you couldn’t take it anymore. You contacted Jason through the walkie-talkie and asked if you could stay with him until the storm passed. You remembered he had a spare bed—he’d once casually told you to grab a pocketknife from his suitcase, and you’d seen it then. But that bed wouldn’t be needed for what was about to happen.

You walked in soaked, your white blouse clinging to your body and clearly revealing your hardened nipples from the cold. Water dripped from your hair. You wore tight shorts. From the very first day, Jason had found you incredibly attractive. He’d made a point never to show it, though—after all, how could an insanely sexy woman be into a pathetic, soft-hearted loser like him? But now, seeing you drenched like that had him feeling very hard.

You stared at each other silently. You locked the door behind you. Seeing Jason sitting on the edge of the bed, looking at you with raw desire, was all you needed. And that’s when it hit you: the wind still howled outside, the branch of a pine tree was slapping hard against the roof, and the thunder was the perfect backdrop. Any moan, cry, or whimper would be drowned out by the storm. Who would ever suspect that two people were having sex just next door when nature itself was covering all the sounds?

You took long strides toward Jason, straddling his hips. His hands instinctively found your waist, and he looked up at you, stunned. You ran a hand through his hair, your eyes trailing to his lips. “Jason,” you whispered, “I want to sleep with you. I want you.” Jason’s mouth fell open. He stuttered for a moment before finally managing to speak clearly. “Are you sure? Shit, I’m such a fucking weirdo. A beauty like you doesn’t need to waste her time on someone like me.” Your heart sank a little. You imagined how many times he must’ve been rejected—stood up by cruel girls, left holding a bouquet of flowers that no one ever wanted. “Oh, Jason,” you said with a wicked smile. “You don’t know me at all.” You kissed him aggressively, and he moaned into your lips.

He was absolutely your type. And you were going to ruin him in that little room. A man as sweet as him deserved to die of orgasms. You pulled away from his mouth and pushed him onto the bed, placing your hands on his chest.

—"But you have to know one thing… I won't leave you alone until you make me cum at least 3 times… For now. Consider it as a first time sex, just because we haven't known each other long."— You winked at him.

“It’s… It’s just that, I’m a virgin. I’ve never done it before, no woman has ever been interested in me that way,” Jason said quickly, his face turning red. He closed his eyes in embarrassment. You couldn’t have felt more touched in that moment. You ran your thumb along his cheek. It wasn’t the first time you’d been with a virgin—actually, all those pathetic guys you’d taken had been. You loved knowing you were their first. You leaned in to kiss the corner of his lips.

—"I can't force you to do something you don't want to do. Okay, if you don't want me to be your first time, I'll…"—

“No, no! Shit, of course I want to. God, I just never expected you to want me as much as I want you,” he interrupted.

You listened closely.

“The other day, when we shared the popsicle—it was the most sensual thing I’ve ever experienced. God, you’re so hot. I wished it would never end. I kept thinking how your lips might taste. You left me so hard. I couldn’t stop watching your mouth, how those little strings of saliva hung on the popsicle. Tasting it through the ice was all I could get. I had to rush to the showers to masturbate.”

That confession turns you on so much, and you start rubbing yourself against his hard bulge. You both moan, Jason closing his eyes as he curls up against the mattress. You turn your face up to the ceiling with your eyes closed, biting your lip as you feel the friction. The storm is still raging outside. You hastily take off your shirt, then your bra and turn to look at Jason. His eyes, squinting in pleasure, shift to your breasts. He stops biting his lips and sighs. He runs one of his hands over your left breast. The touch leaves goosebumps on your skin.

You give him space without getting off his lap, helping him take off his shirt, and then you kiss his neck desperately. Jason lets out a sharp moan. You knew it—he’s noisy, and that turns you on even more. You keep grinding against his clothes, kissing from his neck to his jaw. His beard tickles you, and you can’t help but smile. Then you kiss him on the lips, moaning into his mouth. Jason grabs your butt with both hands. You keep rubbing it faster and faster, it turns you on so much. Then you both come. It's a small orgasm, not as delicious as penetration, but it's a start. You're just tasting each other. You let your breathing slow down. Jason brushes your hair out of your face.

They remove the last of their clothes and throw them away who knows where. Both begin to fondle each other, caressing here and there. Small bites on sensitive areas. You let Jason explore you; there's no rush; you want everything to be special for him. The small exploration warms you up again; you feel the dampness between your legs. Jason is hard too. You understand that it must be special, but the fact that he's quite submissive doesn't erase your dominant role.

You grab his wrists, straddle him, and before you start riding him, you say, "You're so sweet. I love that it's your first time, but remember, I'm the one in charge here. I'll make you cum any way I want, whenever I want. I'll break your legs with my buttocks." Jason whimpered, nodding wordlessly. Then you start riding him; you love this position. You could feel the knot in your stomach growing; you were almost ready to cum. You let go of his wrists so you could lean against his shoulders.

And without warning, Jason grabs your face with both hands. You open your eyes, and he’s staring at you with dilated pupils and tears of pleasure.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispers.

You slow your movements, touched by the moment. And then, before you know it, he flips you over—he’s on top now. A moan escapes your lips, and he kisses you deeply, stealing your breath. When he pulls away, he murmurs in your ear:

“I can be pretty dominant too.”

The role reversal unexpectedly turns you on, and then Jason starts pounding into you so hard, their hips colliding so hard that the sound of them echoes around the room.

But outside, the rain still falls hard, the thunder still rumbles, and it’s a relief—you know no one can hear you. You took advantage of the roar of thunder to moan as loudly as the pleasure allowed. Jason ejaculated inside you at least twice that afternoon, taking his time between each one.

By the time you stopped having sex, the storm was also slowly fading. You were cuddling, still reeling from your orgasms. It was like those rare times when an orgasm leaves your mind blank, almost fainting like a drunk who has no idea where he is. Jason's touch was grounding you. Luckily, it was quite late in the day; the guys should be asleep by now. No one would bother you until the next day.

[slaytheusurper]

If you have a Jason request please let me know!

Would like to write a couple of fics about him or maybe do my first headcanons and want to know what you guys would like to read about him.

[yearsbecomingcool]

Boys of Summer | Jason Hochberg

donate to gaza here | masterlist

pairing | jason hochberg x f!reader

synopsis | the last thing you expected when you signed up to be a counselor at camp pineway was to end up wrapped in just a towel staring in horror at the empty spot where you had placed your clothes right before your shower. luckily for you jason was ready to come to your aid…sort of…

warnings | 18+, drug usage, underage drinking/drug usage, bullying, sexual dialogue, bullying, loser x loser, cringe behavior, sexual content, making out, fingering, edging, jason and reader are hr's worst nightmare.

word count | 7.6k

a/n | i know hell of a summer isn't out till april but i'm already obsessed with jason and had to write a loser x loser scenario for him. i hate how long it took me to write this but hopefully it was worth it. @blueberrypancakesworld has some great jason fics y'all should check out as well!!! big thank you to my bestie @joeloverture for reading through this and helping me out/being super supportive while i worked on it. if y'all read for joel miller or just want some good fics pls go check out her stuff, she's my favorite person on the whole site.

taglist | @mvnqvinn @snazzynacho @imyprice @circuslxcysplace

A summer spent with spoiled rich kids who only got a job because their parents forced them sounds like your worst nightmare, and yet here you are living it. You’d grown up going to Camp Pineway, with mostly shitty memories of asshole kids and counselors who felt they weren’t paid enough to stop some bullies. You wanted to make a difference, you wanted to give those kids someone who would stand up for them, so you decided you’d come back and be a counselor for the summer. It was your summer break from college and you truly had nothing better to do in your shitty little town so it seemed like your best bet at having a social life. 

When you’d arrived you knew you were fucked. A cherry red convertible with Chris Tian in the front seat was nothing but trouble, you’d heard from your younger sibling about how much of a dickhead he and his friends were and it seemed like they’d be your fellow counselors. You felt weirdly ashamed when you hopped out of your beat up old junker, one of the back handles had fallen off last winter and you never had enough money to fix it. You prayed silently that no one would notice how shitty your car was. Something about being around people like this made you feel like you were a self conscious high schooler again. 

You felt relieved when you’d walked into the mess hall to be greeted by Jason Hochberg, he was two years older than you and had gone to school with you. He had been nerdy and awkward and somehow after all these years he still was. You bit your lip at the sight of him in his dorky outfit, his too long shorts and nerdy vest made you want to kiss him hard and stuff him in a locker all at the same time. You had always had a particular type, you could never verbalize it properly so you’d always told your friends your type was guys that would pop a boner if you shoved them too hard in the hallway. You’d softly cyber stalked his Instagram from time to time, mostly nature shots and movie reviews that got maybe 10 likes on a good day. The only photos he really had up of himself were in photo dumps from his years at Camp Pineway, he’d been a counselor there since he was eighteen and had been going for his whole childhood. He was clearly holding onto this place but you found it sort of endearing. You eyed the small bracelet stack on his arm, a couple of his favorites he’d received from campers over the years. You thought it was sweet that he held onto them. 

You’d seen him at camp when you were a kid and that sort of kickstarted your little crush. He’d gotten bullied just like you but despite that he’d always stuck up for you whenever he’d see it happening. He didn’t mind taking a few blows or insults if it kept you out of harm's way. There was one incident you’d remembered for years.

 It was your third year at camp and you were ten years old, Jason was twelve. You’d been cornered by a couple older girls, laughing at you, insulting your looks and your outfit. You had no idea what you did to provoke them, in reality you hadn’t done shit besides look like what they considered to be an easy target. They’d been harassing you for the entire week, making you scared to separate from your cabin mates. You’d been good about staying in a group but when you broke off to go to the bathroom you’d been cornered. They poked and prodded at you, making you feel smaller than you were. Tears brimmed your eyes, threatening to spill when Jason came in to save the day.

“Hey! Leave her alone!” He yelled, stomping over to the girls. He wasn’t very intimidating, he hadn’t hit his growth spurt and was standing at about 5 feet on a good day. He was dressed in cargo shorts and a Zelda t-shirt, if you looked up ‘nerd’ in the dictionary a picture of him would come up. You felt grateful to see him, no one had ever stuck up for you before.

“Fuck off, Jason,” one of the girls, Jessica, said aggressively. She turns to glare at him. She was a bit taller than him which didn’t help make him look anymore intimidating.

“She’s just a kid, she’s not bothering anyone. Go pick on someone else, Jess.” He stood there with his arms crossed, his brows furrowed in anger. 

“Who? You, you’re an even easier target than pipsqueak over here,” Jess laughs. 

“Yeah,” he nods, “Pick on me instead. Leave her alone.” 

“Fine, we will.” Jess and the other girls turn around, closing in on Jason. 

You look at him and mouth a quick ‘thank you’ before running off to find your cabin mates. 

He’d saved your ass a couple more times that summer and towards the end of camp you’d used your arts and crafts time to make him a bracelet as a thank you. A perler bead bracelet made out of the camp's colors, white and green. You’d added a little tree shaped bead and a white heart as well. You gifted it to him shyly on the last day as everyone waited for their parents to arrive to pick them up. You shyly approached him, your little hands trembling as you tapped him on the shoulder. He stood alone, lost in his own thoughts.

“Jason?” You tapped him on the shoulder softly.

He turned around and smiled when he saw you, “Hey! 

You push the bracelet towards him, “I uh…I made this for you…as a thank you for protecting me this summer.” 

He smiles softly at you, taking the bracelet and slipping it onto his wrist where a few others sit. “Thank you, this is so nice. I’m glad I could help, you didn’t deserve to be bullied like that.”

Your ride pulls up, honking the horn. “Thank you for everything, Jason. I’ll see you next summer!” You hug him quickly before running off to your moms car.

Jason gives his spiel to everyone about expectations for the summer and for the weekend, you notice a few of the others on their phones and try to not roll your eyes. Once his speech is over he makes everyone turn their phones into a basket, you’re last in line and decide you’ll take your opportunity to speak to him. His face lights up when he sees you, “I thought I recognized your name. How’ve you been?” His toothy grin makes you melt. 

You stand shyly with your hands behind your back, “I’ve been good…how about you? I mean you’re head counselor so clearly you’ve been doing pretty good.” You mentally facepalm at your own awkwardness. 

“I’ve been good, yeah…lots of responsibility now. That’s just part of getting older I guess.” 

You chew nervously at the dead skin on your lower lip, “You still looking out for the kids like me?” 

“Always,” He smiles, “I still have that bracelet you made me y’know.” He holds up his wrist for you to see and you grab him, pulling it closer to get a good look at it.

“No shit…it’s sweet that you still have it.”

“How could I ever get rid of it? It’s a good reminder to look out for other people. You were really the first person to show me that kind of appreciation so it’s special to me,” he explains, his cheeks turning pink. He always blushed so easily. 

“Hopefully you get more appreciation now, you really saved my ass that summer…and the next. Goddamn did camp suck without you there. I never really got that same courage you did to stand up for myself…” 

He reaches out, placing a hand on your shoulder comfortingly. “I only ended up with that courage after standing up for you, y’know. Who picked on you after Jessica left? She aged out of it when I did.” 

“Some rich girl in my grade, you know how things go. When one Jessica leaves another one takes her place,” you joke. 

He chuckles, moving his hand off your shoulder to push his hair back. “That’s always how it goes huh…”

Before you can respond Miley pokes her head back into the mess hall, “Why does she still have her phone? Don’t play favorites already!” Her whiny voice makes your eyes go wide in annoyance. You power down your phone and place it in the small basket Jason is holding. She scoffs and heads back out with the other counselors.

“Wow…there’s our Jessica I guess…” 

“Looks like it…why don’t you get changed? I think everyone wants to swim,” Jason suggests.

“A swim sounds perfect right now, god. I’ll see you out there.” You give him a soft smile before heading to your car to grab your bags.

You lug them to the cabin you’ve been assigned to share with Demi and Miley, as soon as you open the door they go silent and look you up and down. “So someone’s the teacher's pet already…” Miley scoffs. 

“Um…sorry if I made a bad impression already. We just knew each other as kids so we were catching up a bit, and got distracted. I’m not getting any special privileges if that's what you’re worried about.” You try to explain yourself but feel like you’re sinking into quicksand with every word that leaves your mouth. It feels like your childhood all over again. 

“It’s not a big deal, just…interesting. Were you two like…science partners or something?” The way she says it sounds so condescending it makes you want to scream.

“Oh no, he’s older than me. We just went to camp together here.” You haul your suitcase onto the bed and start to unpack your clothes into the small dresser at the end of your bed. You lay out a black bikini top and a black boyshort style pair of bottoms. The two girls eye your choice of swimwear judgingly but keep their mouths shut about it…for now.

 You all get changed into your swimsuits, Demi and Miley opting for straight bikinis over your slightly more modest attire, before heading out to the lake with everyone else. Jason had specifically told everyone no drinking or drugs but naturally no one cared enough to follow his orders. There’s a big cooler of assorted drinks sitting on the dock. Jason is seething with rage, sitting on his towel, nervously messing with the bracelets on his wrist. He’s dressed in a pair of dark green swim trunks and a Camp Pineway t-shirt. You drop your towel next to his, a pair of square shaped oversized sunglasses sitting atop your head. “Are you not going in?” You ask, sitting down next to him. You nab his sunscreen off his towel and start to apply it where you’re able to reach. 

“Not yet. I told them to not bring alcohol and here they are with an entire cooler, are you fucking kidding me?” He rants. You eye the cooler of beer and liquor they brought with them, the pineapple White Claw calls out to you like the green goblin mask but you fight the urge to pop it open. 

“They’re kids, they’re gonna be assholes. What’s more interesting to me is exactly how they got all that, none of ‘em are 21,” you say as you lather the sunscreen onto your arms and legs. 

“They’re rich, probably paid a sibling or stranger for it…who knows…” 

You hand the bottle of sunscreen to him, “Can you get my back? I can’t reach it.”

He stares down at the sunscreen bottle, reluctantly taking it from your hands. A shiver runs down your spine as he starts to apply the cold cream, rubbing it into your skin. A few of the other counselors look over, one of them wolf whistling, “Nice, Jason. Getting some action already huh?” It’s mocking and makes your cheeks start to heat up with embarrassment, Jason’s face turning bright red.

“You could only be so lucky, Bobby!” You call back. 

“My first time touching a woman was a long time ago, I think this is Jason’s first,” Bobby teases.

Jason seethes, his touch becoming a bit rougher. You turn your head back to face him, “Don’t let it get to you, they’re just assholes. Their opinions don’t mean shit.”

“If this is what I have to hear all summer I might become Jason Voorhees,” he grumbles.

“Would I be your final girl?” You tease.

“Well if I had to die by someone’s hand here I guess I’d prefer it to be yours.”

You bite your lip and smile, “He never really dies y’know, you’d come back.”

He rolls his eyes playfully, “I’d just look grosser everytime.”

“But at least you’d get to go to space and fight Freddy Krueger, that doesn’t sound too bad to me.”

He laughs and shakes his head, “You’re very familiar with Friday the 13th huh?”

“That franchise is a guilty pleasure of mine, I can’t help it.”

“It’s cool that you know so much about it, I bet you’d kill at horror trivia.”

You smile shyly, “You have no idea.”

You get up and go over to the cooler, grabbing the White Claw you had wanted earlier. “Will you kill me if I have one drink?” You turn back to Jason with a pout.

“Is my final girl breaking her pure streak already?” He teases.

You lean down to whisper in his ear, feeling a bit bold. “As long as my virginity is still intact that’s what really matters, right?” 

His face goes bright red and his body goes tense, he gulps. You want to kiss him so bad. He simply nods, “R-Right…”

You smirk and pop open the can, taking a seat next to him. His eyes flicker down to your exposed skin, it’s a view he’s looking forward to admiring for the rest of the summer. When he looks away you press the can to his exposed forearm and laughs when he jumps back. “Sorry…you’re kind of fun to mess with.” You had never really aged out of teasing and annoyance as a form of flirting, you’d spent years flicking people’s ears and throwing things at them to get their attention, it had mostly worked out for you. 

“So I’ve been told…” He mutters.

You finish your drink and stand to go into the water, “You coming or what, Voorhees?”

His cheeks turn pink at the nickname, “In a minute, promise.”

“I’ll hold you to it.” You run off the dock and jump in with a smile. You shriek at the coldness of the water and smile as the other counselors laugh along with you. You start to swim around and get yourself used to the temperature of the water. You mostly keep to yourself as the other counselors play around, it’s definitely a weird feeling to be older than the rest of them. You’re enjoying yourself as you see Jason approaching the end of the dock. You swim over to him, resting your arms on the dock as you prop yourself up.

“Coming in?”

“Maybe…is it cold?” He asks. He takes a seat at the end of the dock, dipping his feet into the water. He hisses at the cold. “How are you swimming this?”

“My body got used to it, c’mon join me. I’m lonely…” You pout playfully. 

“You don’t want to mingle with them?” He motions to the other counselors. 

“I’m scared they’re gonna ask if I have sigma rizz.”

His brows furrowed in confusion, “What the hell does that mean?”

“I don’t know but I heard my sibling say it the other day and felt so very old.”

“I’ll come in and save you, hold on,” He groans. He slowly lowers himself into the water, the t-shirt still on. He grits his teeth at the cold as he sinks in.

The two of you stay near the docks, observing the other counselors. Bobby sits comfortably on an inflatable with a joint perched between his fingers, taking a drag every now and then. Jason shakes his head in anger, “They brought weed too? Are you fucking kidding me?” For a minute part of you wonders if you’ve somehow snuck into a purgatory designed to torture Jason for eternity. 

You do your best to calm him, “There’s what like…ten of them? It’ll be gone before the weekend is even over, it’ll be fine. This first night is supposed to be for everyone to hang out and get to know each other right? Just let them all…chill and maybe they won’t be so rude the rest of the summer.”

“If I don’t enforce it now they won’t respect me for the rest of the summer. Trust me, I’ve been doing this for years,” Jason replies, sounding annoyed.

“I’m shocked you’re against smoking, I mean you kind of give off stoner vibes…at least your Instagram did.” As soon as you say it you realize you slipped up.

“You’ve seen my Instagram?”

You feel your face heat up, “I-It came up on my explore page after I applied here. You know how Instagram and Facebook are, I could say the word ‘cookie’ and get like a million Crumbl ads after. I-I saw you and got curious…I remembered you from camp and High School. It wasn’t like I was stalking your page or anything.” The word vomit does nothing to help your case, you’ve been caught red handed. 

“You looked through all my posts though? Didn’t you?” He cocks an eyebrow at you.

“Don’t make it weird! I was curious…I do it with everyone from my past if their stuff comes up, hell I go through my own account sometimes!”

“I think you’re the one making it weird.”

“Be nice or I’ll get the teenagers to bully you again,” you threaten. 

He rolls his eyes and splashes you with a laugh. You gasp and recoil, you wipe the water from your face and splash him back. It devolves quite quickly into a childish splash fight, the both of you laughing hard. “Truce! Truce!” He yells, holding his hands up in surrender. 

“Fineeeeee.” 

The other counselors look at the two of you in slight annoyance, it’s so clear to everyone that you’re already his favorite and it pisses them off.

“Is that like…appropriate for him to be so close to them like that?” Miley nudges Demi.

“I don’t know but it’s annoying, they’re gonna get special treatment the whole summer for sucking up to that loser. What kind of guy still works as a counselor when he’s like 30?” 

“He’s only like 24, don’t be dramatic,” Shannon says.

“Are you defending him?” Miley asks in disgust.

“The only thing I’m defending him against is the elderly allegations,” Shannon jokes.

Miley rolls her eyes and turns back to Demi, “We should teach them a lesson. Let them know what everyone else thinks of suck ups like them.”

“Yeah? What are you thinking?” Demi asks, leaning her head down for Miley to whisper to her. 

The two girls look over at you and Jason and nod.

“Hey, put that out! The rules very clearly said no drugs or alcohol, what the hell were you thinking bringing weed to a summer camp?” Jason yells at Bobby.

Bobby rolls his eyes, “You want me to put it out? Where? On the inflatable?” He scoffs.

“J-Just get rid of it and whatever other contraband you got, okay! We don’t need some kid getting into your stash and greening out!”

You bite back a smile as Jason rants. “Just make sure it’s gone before the kids show up. I’m sure you can manage that right, Bobby?”

Jason looks back at you like you’ve betrayed him, “What the hell are you doing? I’m in charge.”

“Jason, just trust me on this one, okay? They’ll get rid of it before the kids get here, I’ll make sure of it.”

Jason groans and pinches the bridge of his nose, “If it’s not I’ll have your ass for it.”

You smirk at the accidental innuendo, “It’ll be gone,” you turn to look back at Bobby as he takes another hit, “Right, Bobby?”

He salutes you, “Yes ma’am!”

You turn back to face Jason, giggling slightly. “See, it’ll be gone. Promise.”

As the sun starts to go down everyone heads back to their cabins to grab some clothes to change into, before heading to the showers. You’re one of the last to make it to the showers and you leave your clothes in a pile on the bench to change into after. You step into a stall and pull off your swimsuit, hanging it over the door to dry as you turn on the water. Your face scrunches up in annoyance as the cold water hits your skin. You step as far away from the water as you can while still staying in the stall until the water heats up. Once it heats up you take your time scrubbing yourself down, massassing your shampoo into your scalp. You turn off the water and wrap your towel around yourself, stepping out of the stall. Your brows furrowed in confusion as you look down at the bench, your clothes are gone. You look around the locker room, it’s empty except for you. You open the lockers, searching each and every locker for your clothes. You go back to your stall to see if your swimsuit is there but it’s missing as well. “You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me…” You mutter. Your cheeks heat up with embarrassment, you can’t believe it. You’re a grown ass adult getting bullied by teenagers…

While you were in the shower Miley and Demi put their plan into motion, they’d waited for the rest of the girls to leave and stole your swimsuit from the top of your stall door, yanking it down while you were distracted. They’d swiped up your clothes and ran off with them as well, right back to your cabin. They had been oh so kind as to leave your towel untouched however. Once they stashed your clothes Demi had gone off to Jason's cabin. 

He opened the door while towel drying his hair, “Oh, Demi. What’s up?”

She explains that you’re having some issues with something in the showers and need his help.

His pale cheeks turn pink as she explains, “What does she need help with?”

“She didn’t say, but she said she really needed you to come help her so…”

“Uh, okay. I-I’ll be up there in a few.” He shuts the door and throws his towel down, quickly brushing his hair and slipping his crocs on. 

You’re pacing in the locker room, chewing nervously at your thumbnail when there’s a knock on the door. “Uh, hey. Demi said you needed some help, is everything alright?” 

You walk towards the door, groaning with your head in your hands. “My clothes…” you sigh, “my clothes are fucking gone. I-I think Demi took ‘em.” 

His eyes go wide, “Can I come in?”

“I mean…I’m in just a towel so…”

He pinches the bridge of his nose trying to think, “Fuck, okay. Um, I’ll go grab your clothes. Stay here.”

“Wasn’t planning on going anywhere…” You mumble as you hear his footsteps getting quieter. 

Jason runs off to the nurses office, it takes him a few minutes to figure out what key on his key ring fits but he gets it eventually. He grabs a camp t-shirt and black shorts they keep as extras just in case and heads back to the locker room. His mind is racing the whole jog back, he’s never had to deal with something like this before. Bullying and pranks between campers was normal, he was used to handling it, but between counselors? He felt pretty out of his depth. He stops his hand when he reaches for the door handle that leads to the locker room, he makes a fist and knocks instead. “I uh…I got you some clothes. There wasn’t any underwear I could get but-”

“Thank you, I appreciate it.” You reach a hand out and take the clothes from him, dropping your towel and slipping the clothes on. The shorts hang low on your hips and the t-shirt hangs slightly off your shoulder. You pick your towel back up to dry your hair and open the door for Jason. “You can come in now.”

He cautiously steps into the locker room, he’s chewing nervously at his lower lip. “So you think Demi took your clothes?” 

You nod, placing your hands on your hips. “Her and Miley have been acting really weird since we met. Miley already accused you of playing favorites with me…in the cabin she called me ‘teacher’s pet.’ Do you think she got Demi in on some plan to prank me?” 

“It’s definitely possible,” he nervously plays with the bracelets on his wrist. “It just seems a little extreme considering all you’ve done is get on their nerves.”

“Girls are more cutthroat than you’d think, trust me,” you say bluntly.

Jason nods, “Why don’t I walk you back to your cabin and I’ll make sure you get your clothes back, okay?”

“Thanks, Voorhees,” you use his nickname again. You slip on your slides, grateful that they had at least left those for you.

He shakes his head as he holds the door open for you, “Are you gonna call me that all summer?”

You beam up at him, clasping your hands behind your back, “Maybe.”

“Well I guess it’s not the worst thing I’ve been called…” He clicks on his flash light and the two of you start the walk to the cabins.

“Did you get hazed when you started as a counselor?” You ask as you walk next to him.

“Yeah, kind of. It’s different for guys I guess, not as calculated. The worst I got was a wedgie every now and then,” he grimaces at the memory, “I didn’t have my clothes stolen or anything like that.”

You giggle and nod, “Guess I really pissed them off then.”

“Or they’re just really mean.”

You chuckle, “That is definitely a possibility.” 

As you walk Jason can’t help but admire you. He loves how the shirt hangs off your shoulder, it falls nicely over the slope of your breasts, your nipples visible through the thin fabric. You use one hand to keep the shorts held up, they hang dangerously low on your hips and your lack of underwear does nothing to help you feel secure. You smell nice, slightly like lavender. 

“What’s kept you coming back to camp every year?”

Your question is one Jason has gotten countless times, it’s one that opens up a bottomless pit in his stomach. “I just like it here. I love being in nature and being able to mentor the kids…Pineway just feels like a second home to me.” He’s also terrified of having to move on and grow up but he’d never say that out loud. 

“Y’know I think you’d make a good park ranger. I could see you at one of the national parks, maybe doing classes for the kids, helping run day camps. It's perfect for you.”

He looks down and blushes, “You think so?”

You move a little closer to him, your arms brushing against one another. “Yeah, it’d be a good fit for you. You should really think about it.”

“Maybe I will…thank you.”

You reach the cabin, stepping carefully onto the porch. You can hear Demi and Miley talking inside. You slowly open the door, Jason following you inside. You stay close to him, a bit cautious of the two girls now. They turn to look at the two of you and Miley can’t help but laugh, “Cute clothes.”

You open your mouth to retort but Jason places a hand on your shoulder and shakes his head.

“This isn’t funny, I could report you two for harassment and stealing. Where’d you put her clothes?” Jason asks, putting on a serious tone. He stands there angrily, glaring at the girls.

“Why would we have her clothes?” Demi snarks.

“I’m not kidding Demi, this is wildly inappropriate. Hazing, bullying, harassment, whatever you want to call this shit won’t be tolerated.” Jason's hands curl into fists.

The two girls look at each other and burst into laughter, “S-Sorry, it’s so hard to take you seriously when your hands are so…y’know!” Miley laughs through tears.

Jason scowls, “Hey! I’m not fucking around! Give her back her goddamn clothes.” His anger is slightly more intimidating this time. 

Miley groans and pulls your clothes out from under her bed. She tosses them to you and you frantically check to make sure all of it is there. “There. Happy now? Take a fucking joke.”

Your brows furrow, “Where the hell is my underwear?”

The two girls erupt into laughter once again, there’s tears streaming down their cheeks as they hold their stomachs in laughter. You and Jason stand there uncomfortably until they calm down. “I’d check the flag pole if I was you,” sneers Demi.

Your face falls and it feels like your stomach has dropped out of your body, you can’t pick your eyes up from the floor. You can feel your breathing begin to grow ragged as you realize what they’ve done. Your whole body feels warm with embarrassment. You’ve been humiliated plenty of times in your life but this takes the cake for the worst. You drop your clothes and run out of the cabin.

Jason points at the girls, “You’re both in a lot of fucking trouble when I get back.” He runs outside after you, wrapping an arm around your shoulder. He pulls you into his chest as you begin to cry. He rubs your back and whispers softly to try and calm you down. “It’s gonna be okay, you won’t have to spend another second alone with them for the rest of the summer and they’re on probation for the rest of the summer, okay? Seriously, one more incident and they’re out. I’m calling the camp director in the morning.” As he holds you he looks over at the nearby flag pole that sits in the middle of the cabins. Where the flag once was now waves a smaller white piece of cloth. He immediately knows what it is. He’s quite possibly the angriest he’s ever been in his life, but for your sake he calms himself. “I’m gonna get your underwear down. I’ll be right back.” He runs over to the flagpole, hoisting your underwear down as quickly as possible so no one will see. He stuffs your underwear into his pocket and puts the flag back up.

“Come on, you’re going to my cabin. I’ll go get your stuff in a bit,” Jason wraps his arm around you and starts to lead you to his cabin. One of the perks of being head counselor is that he doesn’t have to share with everyone else. He leads you to the small cabin and you get comfortable on one of the bunks, curling into yourself and crying softly. He sits on the bed, rubbing your back comfortingly. “They’re just a bunch of assholes, you don’t deserve this. They went way too far.” 

“I didn’t even do anything,” You whine. You feel like a kid again, you want to quit and go home but you know you can’t. 

“I know. It’s stupid, they’re stupid. I’ve got you, okay? I’ll switch your cabin assignment, get you away from them. But at least for tonight you’re with me. I’m gonna go get your stuff.” He pats your back and stands, heading for the door. 

On the short walk to your cabin he tries to calm himself, he knows better than to blow up at Miley and Demi but goddammit would he love to. He slips in the door, making his way to your bunk, gathering your things quickly. “What are you doing with her shit?” Miley asks, sitting up on her bunk.

“Taking it to my cabin. You two can’t be trusted near her.”

“I thought male and female counselors weren’t allowed to-”

Jason cuts Demi off, “This is an exception. It’s just for tonight. You’ll room with someone else starting tomorrow, probably Shannon.” He tries to keep the conversation short, if he gets a chance to blow up he will.

“You just wanna get in her pants…” Miley mumbles.

“Shut the fuck up. I could call your parents and tell them what you’ve done, I promise you no amount of money will stop me from making sure you’re both punished for what you did. Grow the fuck up. You both go to college this fall right?”

They nod.

“Then act like it. You do this shit in college and you don’t just get suspended. You get kicked out. I’m sure mommy and daddy will offer a generous donation to save your ass but it can only happen so many times before they decide to stop paying up. I don’t want another problem from either one of you this whole summer, got it?” Jason has never had to yell at anyone like this the entire time he’s worked at the camp, he’s seething. If he could find replacements for the two on such short notice he’d have them packing by midnight.

The two girls nod shamefully, “G-Got it…”

“Good.” He gathers the rest of your things and carries them back to his cabin. You help him bring them inside and open up your suitcase to change. You don’t want to put on the clothes you’d originally picked out, they feel tainted now. You decide on an old band t-shirt and some old flannel pajama shorts you’d bought years ago. 

“Can you uh…turn around? I really don’t want to walk all the way back to the showers to change.” You ask shyly, holding up your clothes.

Jason turns around quickly, even going as far as covering his eyes, “Just let me know when you’re decent.”

You strip off the clothes he’d given you earlier and trade them for your own. “You can turn around now.”

He turns back around with his eyes still covered and you roll your eyes. You stroll up to him and pull his hands off his eyes, “You’re such a dork.” He smiles down at you, for a second he feels like he’s in one of those cheesy rom coms he secretly watches. 

“It doesn’t sound so mean when you say it,” he chuckles. 

“Good. It should sound like a compliment, I like dorks. You’re so yourself without being ashamed of it, I like it.” For a moment you both stare at one another, admiring the features of your faces up close. You notice his beauty marks that litter his cheeks, you admire the gaps in his teeth. He’s so beautiful as he is. 

He moves his hands to your waist experimentally. His touches, as innocent as they are, make your body feel as if it’s been set ablaze. You want him bad. 

“You were my hero again today, maybe instead of a park ranger you could consider superhero as your career,” you joke. He runs his thumb up and down your side, smiling softly.

“Maybe you should stop getting yourself into trouble and I won’t have to come save you.”

“Isn’t that what a final girl is supposed to do?” You tease, referencing your earlier conversation.

“I suppose. But, I still haven’t seen you trip over nothing while running. You broke the rules a little earlier by having that drink y’know.” His grip on your waist tightens, he pulls you a bit closer to him. 

“Are you gonna punish me for it, Mr. Voorhees?” You internally cringe at yourself and pray to the universe that he will somehow find that sexy.

“Maybe I will.” 

He leans in and kisses you softly, pulling your body flush against his as he does. What starts off innocent pretty quickly picks up steam. It’s been a long time since you’ve so much as even kissed someone, you’re pretty pent up. Your hands find their way into his hair as you pull him closer to you, you want him as close as humanly possible. When his hand starts to slide up your shirt you know you want to be even closer. He squeezes your breast and rolls your nipple between his thumb and forefinger. He laughs when you pull away from the kiss to whine pathetically. You didn’t know he had this in him. You tug at his hair and smirk when he whimpers. You can see what this is turning into, tit for tat. He makes you whine, you make him whimper. You do whatever you can to elicit a sweet sound from one another. Eventually you’re able to shove him down onto the couch. He sits with his head against the back of the couch, his legs spread. You bite your lip and move to stand between his legs. He leans forward and lifts your shirt, starting to kiss your stomach and hips.

“Y’know, I might’ve lied about some of my final girl qualifications,” you laugh, looking down at him.

“Yeah? Like what?”

“I’m not a virgin…”

He scoffs, “Really? Could’ve fooled me.”

You roll your eyes and playfully whack the top of his head, “Don’t be a dick.”

He pulls you into his lap and pulls off your shirt, starting to kiss your neck. He turns you around in his lap so that your back is against his chest. He spreads your legs apart and starts to tease you over your shorts. You melt into his touch, whining and moaning softly. You’re practically putty in his hands. You can feel him pressed against your back, he’s painfully hard. You wanna touch him but you’re too caught up in what he’s doing to you.  “We shouldn’t be doing this, think about how much trouble I’d get in if anyone found out,” Jason mutters as he shoves his hand down your panties. He starts to massage your clit and you’re practically melting.

“N-No one’ll find out…promise…please just…” You can barely form a sentence, this is the last thing you would’ve expected from him. You had imagined a messy makeout session, a few minutes of grinding before he loses control and comes in his pants. 

“Please what? What do you need?” He sounds completely calm and collected, it’s like he’s maintaining his composure just to fuck with you. 

“Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you! You know what I need! Goddammit, just-”

He cuts you off by tugging down your shorts and underwear, your cunt exposed to the cool air of the cabin. He hooks his ankles around yours, keeping your legs spread for him. He looks down at your cunt and smiles, resting his head on your shoulder. He runs his finger up your slit, spreading your lips in the process. You whine, your hips bucking up. “Is this what you want?” He raises his fingers to your mouth, tapping your bottom lip for you to open up. You slowly open your mouth and he slides his fingers in. He doesn’t even tell you what to do, you start to suck on his fingers. He pulls them away once he’s satisfied and moves his hand back down to your cunt. He spreads you open against, watching your head tilt back as he sinks two fingers into your depth. He smirks when he hears your soft whimpers. He starts to slowly pump his fingers inside of you, “If you keep making these pretty little noises I might have to keep you in here with me all summer.”

“Please…fuck…just have me look pretty and play with me, better than the actual job,” you mumble, turning to look at him. You lean down to capture his lips in a bruising kiss, enjoying the way your noses knock against one another. You’ve been admiring his nose all day, fighting the urge to run a finger down the slope. You wonder how it would feel against your clit, his tongue buried deep inside of you. 

“It’d be nice to have a pretty little stress toy like you in my cabin to come back to after a long day, these motherfuckers are gonna give me greys before I turn 30.” You get a look on your face like you’re about to make a snide comment and Jason shuts it down by massaging your clit. A moan spills out of your lips instead. 

“You figured out how to handle me that quick?”

He rolls his eyes and starts to kiss your neck, he takes his time finding all the spots that make you whine extra loud. He nibbles here and there but knows better than to leave marks, at least in such visible places. He picks up the pace as he pumps his fingers in and out of you. He loves how you whimper his name, pleading for more, pleading for his cock. “I didn’t pack condoms, but maybe if you’re good you can have my tongue later.”

You move your head to the side, giving him more access to your neck. “And if I’m bad?”

“Then you can try to get yourself off on my thigh while you jack me off.”

“Oh fuck me…” you mumble, your head rolling back. 

He moves his mouth to your breasts, starting to bite and suck at the sensitive flesh of your nipples. “Already told you I can’t do that yet. Gotta be patient, gotta be good, ‘kay?”

You jut out your bottom lip, pouting, and nod. “‘Kay…”

He nips at your nipple and you yelp, “Good.” He leans down and spits on your clit, massaging it into your clit with his thumb. He speeds up his motions, trying harder and harder to get you what you want. “You wanna make a mess for me, don’t you? If you get it on the couch you’re licking it up. Better pray none of it even hits the floor…” This morning you could’ve never imagined he had it in him to speak to you like this, his coy attitude was just a red herring for what was to come. He’s working his fingers inside of you, curling them just right to hit the spot. Your eyes screw shut as you mumble pathetically, “Oh fuck Jason…g-god…fuck please make me come, please…wanna make a mess for you…”

Just as he’s about to take you over the edge there’s a knock at the door. You both freeze and he slaps a hand over your mouth. Never in his life has he been so grateful for the window coverings in the cabin. 

“Hey! Jason, is she in there? I heard what happened, I just want to make sure y’all are gonna eat.” It’s Chris. God you want to kill him right now. 

Jason smirks, “I’ll be out in a minute. Just making sure she’s okay.”

“Well…uh, see you in the mess hall then!” You hear his footsteps quiet down.

You and Jason look at each other and erupt into giggles. “You wanna play a game with me, final girl?”

“Are you impersonating Jigsaw now too? I think you’re getting your franchises mixed up.”

He rolls his eyes, “God you’re more of a nerd than me. You should feel lucky you weren’t wearing that underwear when they hoisted them up the flagpole.”

You slap his chest, “Hey! Asshole! I’m not like that bitch Cindy in Sleepaway Camp III, you wouldn’t let them do that to me.”

He laughs, kissing you again, “Nerd.”

“You can’t call me a nerd when your fingers are inside me.”

He pulls his fingers out of you and flicks your clit, causing you to yelp. “Is that better nerd?”

You roll your eyes and he brings his fingers to your lips, “Go on, clean me up.” You suck your slick off his fingers. He pulls them out of your mouth once he’s satisfied and wipes your saliva on your cheek. You narrow your eyes at him playfully.

“You’re not gonna finish me off? I was so close…” You pout.

“That’s the game. Sit through dinner without being a whiny little brat and I’ll give you whatever you want. I’ll make sure you come as many times as you want tonight, just behave during dinner. Think you can do that?” He explains.

You groan, “Fineeeee. But you owe me a lot of orgasms, and I mean a lot. It’s fucked up to leave a girl hanging like that.”

“I’m blue balling myself too.” He grabs your hand and presses it against his shorts, you can feel just how hard he is through his shorts. “We both have to behave during dinner, it’s an even playing field.”

You smirk, “Deal. How do you plan to hide that though?”

“I’ll think of awful things until it goes away.”

You raise an eyebrow, “Does that really work.”

“Sometimes.”

You squeeze him through his shorts before standing to get redressed, “You better pray it does tonight because I’ll be across the table thinking about how your nose would feel against my clit after dinner.”

“You’re HR’s worst nightmare…” He mumbles, watching as you redress.

“You’re the one who kissed me, I don’t wanna hear it. I’ll keep my mouth shut as long as you do the same,” you say as you pull your shirt over your head,

“Deal.” He gets up from the couch and readjusts himself through his shorts. 

You both share a mirror, trying to fix your hair and doing everything possible to make it less obvious that you two were just going at it. Once you’re satisfied you head for the door. As soon as you step out of the door he slaps your ass, causing you to yelp and jump. “Prick!”

“You love it.” 

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KILLER ROMANCE | JASON HOCHBERG | MASTERLIST

summary: a new summer at Camp Pineway. But this year will be different.

CW: THIS IS GONNA BE A DARK FIC, Y’ALL. 18+ AS FUCK. SMUT, MURDER, DRUGS. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK

Taglist: @glassbxttless @yearsbecomingcool

CHAPTER 1 : SUMMER AT CAMP PINEWAY

CHAPTER 2 : INTENTIONAL ENCOUNTERS

CHAPTER 3 : DISCONTENT

CHAPTER 4 : ‘MISUNDERSTANDING’

CHAPTER 5 : WHISPERS

CHAPTER 6 : ACCIDENT

CHAPTER 7 : TESTING THE WATERS

CHAPTER 8 : SHARED SECRET

CHAPTER 9 : TOGETHERNESS

CHAPTER 10 : SHARED ACT

CHAPTER 11 : FALLING

CHAPTER 12 : TASTE FOR IT

CHAPTER 13 : LOOSE ENDS

CHAPTER 14 : FINAL ACT

CHAPTER 15 : RECKONING

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Jason SFW Alphabet

I love this loser with all my heart and I can’t wait to post more content for him 🤭 it’s been a while since i’ve found a nice boy to obsess over 😂

A- Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they like to show affection?)

VERY affectionate, though he gets nervous when showing you too much affection because he doesn’t want to overwhelm you. He loves physical touch, any time he can hug you or hold your hand or just be close to you is enough to make him happy. You always remind him that you like how affectionate he is, and he doesn’t have to tone it down whenever you’re out, but he still will try to keep being overly affectionate to a minimum. For him, it’s just an excuse to do it more when you’re finally alone.

B- Best Friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

He would definitely be the kind of friend that would make it very hard to conceal his crush on you. He’d always be a little nervous or fidgety when you’re alone together, he’d get caught up in his own words and stutter, but he’d always treat you so much better than anyone ever has. He’d always want to be around you just to spend time with you and hear your voice. If you ever did bring up how obvious his crush was, he’d try (badly) to convince you that he has no idea what you’re talking about.

C- Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Jason absolutely loves getting to cuddle, especially when he’s able to be held close to you. Of course he’ll never say no to holding you but he loves the intimate feeling of being held by someone. You make him feel safe and secure when you rest your head on top of his and gently move your fingers through his hair. He also loves it whenever you accidentally fall asleep with one another or just lose track of time because you’re so consumed in the moment.

D- Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking, cleaning, etc.)

Absolutely. He loves being able to do all the domestics with you, going grocery shopping, cleaning the house together, laying in bed together after a long day and staying up talking late into the night. He’s not the best at cooking, but he tries. Most of the time it’ll end up with you having to help him, but it turns into more fun when you get to do it together.

E- Ending (If they had to break up with their partner how would they do it?)

Politely declining this one 💋 (as always)

F- Fiancé (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

He wouldn’t stop thinking about your wedding day from the moment he met you. He was instantly smitten by you, and he’d do whatever it takes to make sure that he could make you happy. You’d have a long talk about your future after the first few months together just to make sure you had the same priorities when it came to your relationship, and he wouldn’t actually propose until you were in a comfortable spot, but he’d dream of that day for as long as he can remember.

G- Gentle (How gentle are they? Both physically and emotionally)

He’s always been a very gentle person, and it shows every time he touches you. He doesn’t squeeze you too hard when he hugs you because he doesn’t want to cause you any discomfort, he always holds your hand very carefully like you’ll break if his grip is too tight, and emotionally he’s trying to get better at being a little less gentle. He’s a smart boy, just a little naive sometimes.

H- Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

LOVES hugs. He’s a very affectionate person, so most of the time when you’re around him, whether it’s in public or private, he’ll always ask for a hug. As long as there’s a chance he gets to have his arms around you, he doesn’t care. He’s also the kind of guy who’s always warm, like your own personal heater, so his hugs are always so soft and warm and comforting.

I- I Love You (How fast do they say the L-word?)

It takes him a little bit, but he was so scared to actually say it. He’d thought about it so many times, but he didn’t want to risk saying it too early, so it took a few months but it felt like such a perfect time. By that point he was confident that your relationship was going to be long term and he figured you should know exactly how he feels about you.

J- Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

He doesn’t get jealous, more so insecure. Jason knows he’s not exactly every girls dream guy, and he’s so happy to have found you and be the one that you want to be with, but when he sees you talking to other guys for longer than normal he can’t help the thoughts that pop up in the back of his mind. It usually takes a bit of reassurance that you still love him and only want him, and you never mind getting a chance to tell him how wonderful you think he is.

K- Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Whenever he kisses you it always starts out gentle and soft, like somehow he’s still nervous to do it. Once you hold him close he’ll wrap his arms around you and ease into it, it just takes a little push sometimes.

He loves kissing your temples when he holds you tight into his chest. He’s always so grateful to have you in his life and he always feels so comforted when you kiss him there so it only feels fair to do the same for you whenever you hug him.

He loves when you pull him in close and kiss his cheeks, especially if a little bit of your lipgloss gets left behind after. It’s almost like a trophy for him, and he’ll gladly walk around with it on display for everyone to see.

L- Little Ones (How are they around kids?)

He’s so good with kids it’s scary how drastic the change is from how he acts around people his age. Jason is always able to make all the kids he watches over feel included in everything, he knows exactly what to say to help when one of his campers is feeling homesick, and at the end of every summer he gets a little emotional saying goodbye. He always has so much fun getting to enjoy nature and all the things that make him happy and show them just how fun it can be to connect with the outside world.

M- Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

He’s definitely more of a morning person, he doesn’t sleep in past 8:30 on a bad day, but every now and then you’re able to convince him to stay up a little later with you. He loves being able to watch the sunrise and enjoy how quiet and peaceful it is so early in the morning. He always wakes up before you but he’ll never leave without letting you know he’s leaving. He wouldn’t want you to wake up and see he’s not there.

N- Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Nights can be pretty quiet with him, but if you get him in the right mood he’ll be up for staying up with you just a little longer but it’s never more than an extra hour. He gets too excited over the thought of getting to fall asleep with you that he wants to make it happen as quick as possible.

O- Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything at once or do they open up slowly?)

He’d open up pretty slowly at first, but it would only take a few weeks until he felt comfortable enough to really start revealing some deeper things. He’s still anxious as he learns relationship dynamics but he’s not completely clueless. He knows communication is the most important thing so he tries his best to always be open and honest with you. But he’s also a terrible liar so it’s impossible for him to hide when he’s upset or bothered by something.

P- Patience (How easily angered are they?)

Not very. He’s always so optimistic and happy so sometimes it’s a little difficult for him to get upset, but he’s a terrible liar so it’s easy to pick up on when you’re around him. He’ll still try to be his normal self but once you sit down with him and get him to open up about it, he always feels 100 times better. Whenever he’s able to talk about his problems with you it makes that weight lift off of his shoulders so easily.

Q- Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they mention every little detail in passing or do they kind of forget everything?)

He has a pretty decent memory and will show that he can remember all the little details about you whenever he can. If he goes out to explore one of the hiking trails he likes and spots some flowers that are your favorite color he’ll pick a few and bring them back for you. He also knows that sometimes you’ll wake up later than him since he’s such a morning person, so he’ll make sure to try and be back before you wake up so he can wake you up with whatever coffee or tea you like so you can enjoy the morning together. He always wants to show you that he loves and cares for you, and he does a damn good job of it.

R- Remember (What is their favorite moment of your relationship?)

His favorite moment of your relationship happened before you ever went on your first date. You’d been friendly with each other at camp for a while, helping each other out with your campers when you needed it, and he caught himself slowly falling for you after every day that had passed. The day he finally sat with you and explained why sometimes he can’t help getting a little flustered around you because you’re just so pretty was one of the most terrifying things he’s ever had to do, but he was so relieved when you reciprocated his feelings. He got a small confidence boost and it was enough to make him want to officially ask you you and the rest is history.

S- Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

He’s not overly protective, he knows that you don’t need him to fight your battles for you, but every now and then he wishes he could be the type of boyfriend that was able to keep you safe with him all the time but even he knows that he doesn’t have what it takes. You know the one area where he’s able to keep you safe is whenever you’re walking along one of the off the map trails he’s made for himself, and he does a very good job making sure you’re safe with him. Helping you across rivers and streams so you don’t have to worry about falling in, guiding you around poisonous plants whenever he spots them, and he’s got such a good memory you know that if you forget the map he can get you back with no issues.

T- Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

He tries so hard to make sure he’s a good boyfriend to you, and though it’s still very new to him he does a very good job at showing you how much he cares just by trying. He’ll plan dates, bring you flowers, and he does his best to figure out your love language so that he’s able to show you that he really wants things to work out. He loves you and will do anything to keep you happy.

U- Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

He tends to overthink a lot of things, and his anxiety does get the best of him every now and then when this happens, but if you give him some time to clear his head he’ll be back to normal like nothing. His naivety will sometimes mask how others treat him, but he doesn’t really see this as much of a setback. He’s always so positive and optimistic so for the most part he can brush off the comments from others like it’s nothing but you will catch him sometimes sitting there and thinking after he realizes that someone’s said something to him that he definitely misinterpreted.

V- Vanity (How concerned are they with their appearance?)

Not very. He doesn’t like to be completely filthy, but being dirty doesn’t bother him all too much. He’ll grow his hair out a little longer and keep his facial hair at a decent length but that’s only really because he has a baby face and wants to at least try and look his age. As long as he’s comfortable he doesn’t really put much thought into his appearance, he knows that he’ll probably end up dirty by nightfall whenever he’s at the camp so he never really pays any mind to it.

W- Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Absolutely. You make him feel so secure with himself, and whenever he’s faced with difficult situations he can always hear your voice telling him it’ll be ok. You’re someone that brings him so much happiness that he doesn’t want to remember what life was like before you.

X- Xtra (A random headcanon for them)

He’s definitely a romantic, and he loves showing you how much he loves and cares for you. He’ll always bring you little bouquets of wildflowers when he goes on his walks along the forest trails because they were too pretty to not bring back to you. He’ll go out of his way to do tasks he knows you don’t love doing just to take a little more weight off of your shoulders. He’ll constantly shower you with compliments because he truly can’t believe just how beautiful you always are. He loves getting to plan dates and sometimes he’ll ruin your surprise date nights because he’s just too excited to take you out.

Y- Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

He wouldn’t want someone that’s too absorbed in themselves and worries too much about how others think of them. zits perfectly fine to have standards for yourself, but if you go around trying to please others instead of just being yourself he wouldn’t want to always surround himself with those kinds of people. He likes seeing people be their authentic selves, and if it feels like you’re trying too hard to make people like the person you’re not, he gets turned away. Even with his endless optimism.

Z- Zzz (What is a sleep habit of theirs?)

He’s an unconscious cuddler. It’s never something that bothers you, but every now and then you’ll wake up in the middle of the night with him laying nearly on top of you and his arms holding you tight when you distinctly remember him falling asleep on his side of the bed. He always apologizes in the morning and you have to remind him that there’s no reason to apologize, you’ll never say no to a snuggle.

[punkrockmlchael]

Fred Hechinger Characters Masterlistᰔᩚ

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Chris X Jason Hochberg X Reader (Hell Of A Summer)

Chris and Jason hochberg (hell of a summer)

Summary…

Y/n L/n

CHRIS X JASON HOCHBERG X READER

Horror/Comedy…

Ship Name Ideas: Jaris, Hochris, and Jachris

…..Songs I think match the vibe of hell of a summer…(2025)…

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Jason Hochberg Masterlist

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Nothing As Good As Camp Pineway ✦

-> coming soon ;; request from alexa0813 | you give jason a first at make out point.

[killerplink]

INFECTED

Pairing: Dick Grayson x Female Reader x Jason Todd

Plot: What was supposed to be a simple mission to stop Ivy takes an unexpected turn when her latest scheme leaves you, Jason, and Dick trapped, and at the mercy of some very potent pollen. With your minds hazy and bodies burning, boundaries blur, and well... things escalate fast.

CW: sex pollen, mutual pining, explicit sexual content, threesome, oral sex, overstimulation, unprotected sex, praise, cum swallowing, double penetration, creampie, slight pain/pleasure mix, lots of cum, soft aftercare, and overall just filthy degeneracy.

A/N: I don't know if this is what y'all had in mind with this sex pollen fic, but as you might've noticed, I'm a yapper. I don't do 'let's fuck and leave' type of shit. No, we're diving deep into the filth and the feelings. So yeah... this turned out way longer than expected, but your girl loves details 😭

The warehouse stinks of damp wood and fertilizer, the air thick with the scent of Ivy's latest eco terrorist bullshit. You, Jason, and Dick move quickly through the dimly lit space, scanning for the so called "pollen bombs" that intel suggested she was planting all over Gotham.

"God, it reeks in here," Jason grumbles, wrinkling his nose behind his helmet. "What the hell is she even tryin' to do? Make the city smell like a goddamn greenhouse?"

"Could be worse," Dick muses, flipping acrobatically over a crate before kneeling beside a sleek metal canister. "Could smell like Killer Croc's lair."

Jason makes a gagging noise, and you fight back a laugh as you crouch beside them, eyeing the canister. It looks pretty standard—small, about the size of a fire extinguisher, a simple pressurized trigger system on top.

"Think this is one of them?" you ask.

"Either that or the world's most industrial lookin' Febreze bottle," Jason mutters.

Dick scoffs, running his gloved fingers along the side of the canister. "Ivy's getting sloppy. This is—"

PFFT.

The release is instant. The three of you barely have time to react before a thick, pale green vapor hisses from the canister, spreading out around you in a slow, curling cloud.

"Shit," Jason curses, jerking back, but it's already too late.

Instinctively, he pulls you with him, yanking you closer to his chest as if that could shield you from whatever the hell is happening. His arm wraps tight around you, his body stiffening as the vapor swirls around all three of you.

The gas spreads, clinging to your clothes, sneaking past your masks. You inhale before you can stop yourself, and—

"Wait," you murmur. "Why does it... smell good?"

Jason and Dick freeze, both of them taking tentative sniffs. The air is thick with something warm and sweet—notes of honey and spice, deep and rich like fresh blooms in the summer sun. It's nice. So nice, in fact, that for a second, the three of you just... stare at each other, confused.

Jason exhales sharply, waving a hand in front of his face. "Okay. What the fuck?"

Dick coughs, looking around at the dissipating mist. "Maybe it's, uh... a trap? Some kind of knockout gas?"

"We'd be on the floor by now, Grayson," you point out.

There's a beat of silence. The three of you just stand there, letting the last wisps of the pollen drift away, waiting for some kind of reaction—dizziness, nausea, anything.

But nothing happens.

Jason huffs. "So lemme get this straight. Ivy had all these bombs set up, and instead of droppin' us where we stand, it just..." he gestures vaguely, "Makes Gotham smell better?"

The absurdity of it hits you all at once. A soft giggle bubbles up in your throat, and then another, until you're actually laughing, shaking your head.

"Damn," you say, breathless. "Deadliest eco terrorist in Gotham, and she really just gave us a perfume sample."

Jason snorts. "The horror."

Dick rolls his eyes, standing up and dusting himself off. "Okay, well, if this was supposed to be some big master plan, I think we can call it a bust. Let's get back to the cave and let Bats know."

Jason claps a hand on your back, steering you toward the exit. "Yeah, yeah, before Ivy shows up and actually does somethin' dangerous."

None of you notice it yet. The subtle heat creeping into your limbs, the faint buzz just beneath your skin. By the time you're in the Batmobile, it's in you.

The car hums beneath you, the quiet rumble of the engine filling the space as Gotham blurs past the tinted windows. Jason's driving, one hand gripping the gear shift, the other draped lazily over the wheel. Dick's in the passenger seat, his mask still on, head tilted slightly like he's lost in thought.

And you? You're burning up, but not in a sick way. Not in an oh God, something's wrong way. It's just... heat. Low and thick, curling beneath your skin, settling deep between your thighs in a way that has you shifting uncomfortably in your seat. You tug at your collar, brows furrowing, but it doesn't help. Nothing does.

It's all there, wrong but right at the same time, pooling in the pit of your stomach, thrumming between your legs. Your thighs press together, the friction sending a sharp little spark up your spine.

You swallow hard, forcing yourself to stare out the window, pretending like you're not embarrassingly close to squirming in the backseat of the goddamn Batmobile like some desperate, needy mess.

Maybe it's just—God, maybe it's just them. Jason and Dick, sitting up front, broad shoulders filling out their suits, muscles flexing with every shift of the steering wheel, every casual movement.

That's it, you tell yourself. That has to be it.

This is just because you've been down bad lately, right? Because let's be honest, you've spent way too many nights with your hand or your toys between your thighs, gasping their names into your pillow. It's ridiculous how often it happens, how they've completely hijacked your brain.

Jason, with his sharp mouth, broad chest, big hands. That stupid smirk that makes your stomach flip. His voice, rough and lazy when he calls you "doll" like it's the easiest thing in the world.

And then there's Dick. All smooth charm and soft lips, stupidly pretty even when he's bleeding, the kind of guy who can talk anyone into anything. That boyish grin, those ridiculous acrobat's hips. The way he looks at you sometimes, all teasing and playful but just sharp enough to make you wonder.

Truth be told, you're painfully under fucked. Gotham's dating scene is trash, and while you could technically take the edge off yourself, your current stash of sex toys is... underperforming. No matter what setting, what angle, it's just not enough. Not enough pressure, not enough stretch, not enough them.

Because the worst part? The part that keeps you up at night, panting into your pillow, legs shaking from overstimulation?

You don't think about some faceless, nameless fantasy. You think about them.

Jason, his big hands pinning your wrists down, his voice rough against your ear as he stretches you open. Dick, slick with sweat, his mouth everywhere, moaning into your skin as he fucks you deep.

Sometimes—fuck—sometimes, it's both. One of them eating you out while the other fucks your mouth, one stuffing you full while the other whispers the filthiest things in your ear.

Your fingers have been the next best thing, but they always leave you wanting. And now, sitting here, feeling hotter by the second, it's all rushing back—every desperate, aching thought.

No. You shake your head, pressing a hand to your cheek. Get a grip. You are not about to get horny in the goddamn Batmobile. Except... you already are. And you're not the only one.

Up front, Dick shifts in his seat, biting the inside of his cheek, his fingers curled into fists on his thighs. His suit is... well, not built for this. The material is thick, durable, but not forgiving. His cock is already half hard, twitching every time the car hits a bump in the road, the sensation sparking something hot and needy down his spine.

His jaw tightens. His thoughts have already turned against him, flashing back to every moment he's ever had to force himself not to look at you, not to stare too long at the way your suit hugs your curves, not to think about how sweet you probably sound when you moan.

But now? Now it's like those thoughts are pumping through his veins. He shifts again, pulling his hand over his lap, casually resting his elbow on the car door, tilting his head like he's just relaxing. But his fingers curl into his thigh, his cock throbbing against the fabric, and shit, he can't stop thinking about you.

He clenches his jaw. This is fine. He can just breathe through it, ignore it. Right?

Because it doesn't make sense. One second, he's fine, the next, his skin is tight, his pulse is loud, his body thrumming like it's been wired wrong. His mind flashes back to the warehouse, to the smoke. Shit. Okay. Okay, this is fine. Except it's not fine because he chances a glance in the rearview mirror.

And that is a mistake. Because there you are, brows furrowed, teeth sinking into your lip, looking so warm and soft and pretty.

He forces his gaze forward, but his dick throbs insistently against the fabric of his suit, demanding attention, aching in a way that has him pressing his thighs together and shifting in his seat, trying to be subtle about it.

But Jason notices, because of course he does. His grip tightens on the steering wheel, fingers flexing as he watches Dick shift uncomfortably in his seat. The way his chest rises and falls a little too fast. The way he adjusts himself as subtly as he can.

Jason grits his teeth. Goddammit. This is already bad enough. He's used to getting hard, and that's not really news, considering he's around you.

It's embarrassing at this point. He's used to this constant, low level problem whenever you're near. The way his body responds to you like some fucking reflex. A glance, a laugh, a casual touch, and suddenly, he's half hard in his jeans like a goddamn teenager.

But this? This is different. This is fucking brutal. The heat is unbearable, his whole body buzzing with tension, his dick pressing uncomfortably against his pants. And fine, maybe he shouldn't be thinking about you right now, but his brain isn't listening.

It's giving him vivid fucking images—your lips wrapped around his cock, your pussy stretched around his fingers, the little gasps you'd make if he spread you open, if he fucked you just right. He exhales through his nose, gripping the steering wheel tighter, focusing on the road. Not now. Not fucking now.

And then there's Dick. Sitting there. Shifting around. Acting all innocent, but Jason knows. He sees the way Dick's jaw is clenched, the way he's hiding behind his fucking hands, the way his shoulders keep tensing like he's fighting something off.

And that's a whole other problem. Because Jason does not get hard around Dick. But now? Now, his cock is aching, pressing insistently against the inside of his jeans, and it's fucking weird because Dick is right there.

No way in hell he's acknowledging this. He focuses on the road, breathing in through his nose, willing the heat to settle, willing the blood to go anywhere but his dick. It doesn't work. His suit is hot, the collar too tight, his whole body buzzing with restless, frustrated energy.

His fingers flex against the wheel. "Goddamn it," he mutters under his breath.

Neither of you hear him, and that is concerning. And then, Jason chances a glance in the rearview mirror, and you're squirming.

Not a lot, but enough. Shifting in your seat, pressing your thighs together, lips parted ever so slightly, brows still drawn like you don't even realize you're doing it. He forces his eyes forward, gripping the wheel tight enough to hurt.

Oh, this is so fucked. And he knows—knows—it's about to get worse.

The second the Batmobile rolls into the cave, you're out.

"Okay—" you blurt, voice higher than usual. "I think I'm gonna take a shower."

You don't even wait for their answers before you're practically sprinting toward the locker room.

Jason clears his throat. "I think there was somethin' in that fuckin' smoke bomb."

"Yep," Dick says, shifting his weight from foot to foot, looking like he wants to say more but physically cannot.

Jason glances away, rubbing a hand over the back of his neck. "Y'know what, maybe she's right. A shower wouldn't hurt. Maybe wash these clothes, too, given whatever the fuck was in that shit is on us."

"Yep," Dick repeats, and then, without another word, both of them hurry toward the showers.

The locker room is sleek—clean lines, dark tiles, recessed lighting that casts a soft glow instead of that harsh, clinical brightness most locker rooms have. It's modern but comfortable, not cold or uninviting, just functional.

The walls are lined with neatly organized gear, each section personalized to its owner, creating a sense of quiet efficiency. Even the air has a faint hint of something metallic, like fresh tech waiting to be put to use. It's a space that serves its purpose, but it also feels like it's built for those who belong, making it almost... homey in its own way.

The showers are set up in a row, each with tinted glass dividers that fog up easily with the heat—not fully clear, but not enough to hide everything, either. No doors, no curtains, just a spacious, open layout that suddenly feels like the worst possible decision Bruce could've made.

Not that you're thinking about that. Nope. You're focused on the water cascading over your skin, the steam curling around you, the way your body still burns in a way that has nothing to do with the hot spray.

And okay, fine. You might be a little slow on the uptake, but even you have to admit now that this? This is not normal. You've never felt this desperate before. Not even after a dry spell, not even after the nights you spent aching between your sheets, body wired with need that just wouldn't settle. This is different. Worse.

You exhale sharply, pressing your palms against the cool tile as the water rushes down your back. Okay. Deep breaths. Just... get through this. It'll wear off.

But then you fucking hear it. Jason's low muttering as he steps under the spray, the deep groan he lets out when the hot water crashes over him. Dick exhaling hard, shifting around, the slap of water against skin as he pushes his hair back. And now, somehow, this is fucking worse.

Because your brain? Yeah, it's not helping.

It's giving you images. Images of Jason, big and broad and dripping, water sliding down his chest, over those stupidly defined abs, down to his cock, hanging thick and heavy between his legs.

And Dick, all lean muscle and smooth skin, his own cock probably flushed and aching, his face tipped back under the spray as he runs a hand over his body, slicking up every inch of himself.

You squeeze your eyes shut. No. Nope. Not doing this. Not right now.

But the heat between your legs is unbearable. Your fingers twitch at your sides, your clit throbbing, aching for relief, and fuck it, you slip your hand between your thighs.

Your breath stutters, thighs trembling as you press your fingers against your puffy, soaked clit, rubbing tight, desperate circles. And God, you're so fucking wet. Soaked. You can feel it, slicker than you've ever been, dripping down your thighs, mixing with the hot water as you rub yourself with quick, jerky movements.

This should do. Probably. Hopefully.

You bite your lip, forcing your moans down, listening, but the water covers any sound, the steady rush of the showers masking the way you whimper when your fingers slide lower, teasing at your entrance, dipping inside just enough to send a shudder up your spine.

This is fine. They can't hear you. They don't know. Right?

Dick exhales sharply, bracing one hand against the tile as the hot water rushes over him. His body is wired, his skin flushed, his cock still painfully, achingly hard even after scrubbing himself down, after doing everything in his power to focus on literally anything else.

But it's not working. It's. Not. Fucking. Working.

His jaw clenches as he glances down, swallowing hard at the sight of his cock—thick and heavy, desperate, the tip drooling precum as it twitches in the air. Okay, he can fix this.

It's just... the pollen. That's what this is. Not him, not you.

It's just a chemical reaction, and the fastest way to get this out of his system is to handle it. Quickly. Before it gets worse.

So he wraps his fingers around himself and gives a slow, experimental stroke. The relief is instant.

A shudder rolls down his spine as his breath hitches, his hand tightening just slightly as he jerks himself once, twice, watching the way his cock twitches, the way another thick bead of precum leaks from the tip, slicking up his palm.

Fuck, this is bad. Because now, now that he's touching himself, now that he's letting himself feel it—you're there. Well, not right next to him. Not really.

But in his head? You're everywhere. Your mouth on his, warm and desperate, your hands roaming down his chest, slipping lower, wrapping around his cock, pumping him with slow, teasing strokes.

Your breath, hot against his ear as you whisper his name, your tits pressed against him, soft and warm, your nipples dragging over his wet skin as you shift in his lap, grinding against his cock, your pussy so wet he can feel it even through the heat of the shower. His pace stutters, his breath turning ragged as his hips rock forward, fucking into his fist like a desperate, needy idiot.

Because fuck, he is needy. And the worst part? You're. Right. There.

A few feet away, just behind that glass divider, water rushing over your body, slicking up every inch of your skin, dripping down your tits, your stomach, your thighs.

And he wants you. Has for a long time.

But now? Now, it's not just want. It's need, and it's fucking unbearable. His hand moves faster, breath catching as his muscles tense, his balls pulling tight, his whole body thrumming with the need to cum.

Because he just needs to cum, and then this will be over. Right?

Jason has the exact same fucking thought.

Because his dick? Yeah, it's not going down. Not even slightly. His head tips back against the tile, a slow, heavy breath hissing through his teeth as he fists his cock, thick fingers wrapping tight around the swollen length. He's had plenty of inconvenient boners before.

That's just part of the package when he's got you in his life—skintight suits, little smirks, the way you fight like you own the city, like no one can touch you.

Yeah, he's used to being hard when you're around. But this? This is fucking ridiculous.

His whole body feels wired, too hot, like there's an electric current running under his skin. His dick hurts, heavy and flushed, leaking against his knuckles as he starts to stroke himself, slow and firm, the pressure making his breath hitch. This should help. This has to help.

He forces himself to think about other things—literally anything else—but his brain? Yeah, his brain is not cooperating.

Because all he can see is you. Your body under the spray, your tits glistening with water, your ass round and perfect, your thighs slick and parted just enough for him to see the way your pussy clenches, desperate and aching.

And fuck, you're right there. Right. Fucking. There.

So close he could just step over, press himself against your back, run his hands down your body, feel the way your slick little pussy drips against his fingers.

Fuck. His strokes get faster, hips bucking up into his own grip, stomach tightening as he groans under his breath, low and rough, trying to chase that sharp, bright edge of relief.

Because yeah, if he just gets this out of his system, if he just cums, then maybe he won't be thinking about how he wants to bury his cock inside you so fucking bad he's starting to lose his mind.

You rub your clit in tight little circles, slick and needy, but it's not enough. The ache between your thighs burns hotter with every second, but you can't tip over the edge. Not like this.

Not with Jason and Dick right there, close enough that your mind keeps conjuring them instead of whatever weak fantasy you were trying to focus on. You bite your lip, hips shifting slightly as your fingers work faster, but it's no use, because all you can think about is how good their hands would feel instead.

Jason's fingers, thick and rough, stretching you open. Dick's tongue, wet and eager, lapping at you until you're a trembling mess. Fuck. You let out a shaky breath and force yourself to stop, frustrated beyond belief, body pulsing with need that refuses to be satisfied.

Meanwhile, Jason is in his own personal nightmare. Fisting his cock was supposed to help. He thought if he just got off, the unbearable need would settle. But no, he's still rock hard, twitching in his grip, and he's gritting his teeth so hard it's a miracle his jaw hasn't snapped.

It's worse because you're right there. He knows you're showering only a few feet away, completely naked, slick water running down that perfect fucking body of yours, and it's driving him insane. His strokes slow, and he tips his head back against the tiled wall, a groan tearing from his throat before he can stop it.

And that's when Dick stiffens. Not just in the obvious way, though yeah, he's still rock hard, still throbbing, and still aching for more, even after cumming. His skin is flushed, chest rising and falling in deep, uneven breaths, and his cock hasn't softened at all. He's still leaking, still desperate, and it takes everything in him not to wrap his fingers around himself again and just keep going.

Then Jason groans again, and it clicks. Dick's movements still. His brows furrow slightly. And before he even thinks it through, his gaze shifts—just barely—toward Jason's stall.

Jason, who is definitely still jerking off. Heat rushes up Dick's spine, a mix of embarrassment and something else—something dangerous—curling deep in his gut. They're both fucked.

Jason must feel the stare, because his grip falters. He huffs a breath, tilting his head to the side just enough that their eyes meet through the fogged up glass, and... oh. Oh, fuck.

The realization is heavy between them, thick with unspoken tension. Dick's lips part slightly, his fingers twitching at his side, and Jason—still flushed, still panting—grits his teeth, dragging a hand down his face like this is somehow his fault.

"This shit is fucked," Jason mutters, voice rough and strained.

Dick sways awkwardly, still pulsing with unbearable heat, and nods. Jason swallows hard, and when his gaze flicks to Dick, he finds the same wide eyed, panting, wrecked expression staring back at him. They're both so far gone it's pathetic. And if they're this fucked, then you must be even worse.

And then? You step out of the stall.

Wrapped in nothing but a towel, beads of water dripping from your skin, steam curling around you like a fucking wet dream. And when you lift your gaze and see them, your breath catches.

Jason is still gripping his cock, hand frozen mid stroke, his whole body stiff. Dick is still hard, still flushed, his eyes wide and dark as he takes you in. The tension is suffocating.

You all know what's happening here at this point. You swallow hard, your body throbbing with heat, and realization slams into you: none of you are getting through this alone.

The silence is thick, the kind that clings, all steam and heat and unsaid words hanging heavy in the air. All three of you just stand there, dripping wet, but you're the only one still clinging to any semblance of modesty, wrapped in a towel that suddenly feels too tight, too hot against your skin.

Dick and Jason? They're just there. Naked.

And maybe you'd all just keep standing here, awkward and unbearably turned on, if Dick didn't clear his throat and break the silence.

"So, uhm..." His voice cracks a little, and he grimaces before trying again. "There was something in the—"

"I know," you cut him off, and your voice is not as steady as you'd like it to be.

Jason, ever the blunt one, just snorts. "Yeah, so jerkin' off isn't doing shit."

That gets a laugh out of you, sharp and a little breathless. "You don't say."

And you really shouldn't be looking. You shouldn't. But they're right there. And when you finally, really let yourself look, trailing your gaze over bare skin, all toned muscle and broad shoulders and glistening tattoos, your eyes flicker down to their laps.

Fuck.

Your eyes drop before you can stop yourself, trailing down to where they stand, cocks heavy and thick against their stomachs, hard and mouthwatering, flushed at the tip.

Jason's hands flex at his sides, itching to reach for you.

Dick sways forward slightly, like he's barely restraining himself, like he wants to drop to his knees right then and there. And you whimper. A soft, needy little sound you cannot take back, and it feels like the air gets sucked out of the room.

Jason notices first—of course he does, always the one to pick up on the filthiest shit—and his eyes darken as his fingers twitch like he's about to grab you.

"So," he starts, voice thick, rough, the kind that settles low in your gut. "Maybe we should, uh... try and help each other out?"

You snap your gaze up to his face so fast your neck nearly cracks, and when you glance at Dick, he's already looking at you.

There's no denying it. There never has been. The attraction between you three has always been there, simmering under the surface, never acted on, never spoken out loud. You've thought about it. Of course you have. Working alongside them, running into them on patrol, spending late nights at the manor or in Jason's safe house—how couldn't you?

You know they like you. They know you like them. But friendship has always come first.

You know you're all good; you get tested regularly, a necessity when you're constantly fighting Gotham's worst, and besides, you're on birth control. You could walk away, end this right here, but they're right there. Naked, wet, needy, dicks that have no business being that fucking big, let alone rock solid.

And you want them so bad. So you do the only thing that makes sense: you let the towel slip from your fingers and drop to the floor.

The second it hits the tiles, their eyes devour you. It starts at your face, flicking down over the curve of your neck, the soft swell of your tits, the dip of your waist, the plush of your thighs, until finally, finally, both of them are staring straight at your bare, aching pussy, slick already glistening between your thighs.

And they look wrecked just from seeing you. Jason's jaw clenches, a muscle jumping in his cheek, and Dick sways slightly on his feet, but neither of them speak, too caught up in the sight of you until Jason finally breaks the silence.

"Fuck," he rasps, voice rough and thick. "You're fuckin' gorgeous."

Your face burns hotter, if that's even possible, heat rushing to your cheeks as they reach out almost in sync, hands gripping the knobs on their respective showers, twisting the water off in one smooth motion before stepping out.

And shit, they're even bigger up close.

Not just big, but big. Tall, broad, all muscle, sleek and strong, shoulders wide, thighs thick, every part of them defined—from the solid lines of their chests to the way their abs flex as they move, glistening wet, drops of water trailing down their skin in slow, teasing paths.

But it's their dicks that have you aching, twitching hard, flushed, heavy, and when Dick's cock gives a sharp throb, you bite back a moan so desperate it nearly chokes you.

Jason steps in first, heat radiating off him as he cups your cheek with one big, calloused hand, tilting your head up, eyes dark and hungry as he leans in.

And then he's kissing you. Hard, deep, hungry. His lips move against yours, hot and insistent, tongue sliding into your mouth like he's been waiting for this, starving for it, and fuck, he kisses like he fights—possessive, dominant, all consuming.

His other hand doesn't hesitate, palms smoothing over your skin, rough fingers sliding straight down to your ass, grabbing a handful, squeezing tight, yanking you up flush against him until his cock presses firm against your belly.

You moan into his mouth, body shuddering as heat coils in your gut, hands clutching at his shoulders, nails digging into muscle, every inch of him burning against you.

Behind you, Dick curses under his breath, and you can feel the heat of his stare, feel the way his breath comes out sharp, ragged, as he watches Jason kiss you like he owns you.

Dick steps up behind you, heat radiating off his body, slick skin pressing against your back, and you melt between them. Sandwiched, trapped, caught between two broad, solid bodies, both of them flushed and aching, cocks hard and hot against your skin. Jason groans when your tits press into his chest, and then Dick—fucking Dick—lets out the softest, neediest little exhale against your ear as his hands slide up your sides.

His fingers trace over your ribs, then higher, cupping your tits, thumbs rolling over your nipples, teasing, stroking, making you gasp as Jason leans in and kisses you again.

It's not like before. This kiss is slower, deeper, Jason taking his time to drink you in. His tongue licks into your mouth, lazy, hungry, and his hands roam, one gripping the back of your neck while the other settles on your waist, fingers flexing like he can't decide whether he wants to pull you closer or just hold you there and enjoy every shaky breath you make.

Behind you, Dick's mouth is everywhere—pressing open mouthed kisses to your shoulder, up your throat, teasing your ear as his hand dips lower. Fingertips ghosting down, past your belly, until they finally find your puffy, swollen clit.

You twitch at the contact, a sharp little gasp escaping against Jason's lips, and Dick groans, louder this time, pressing a little firmer, rubbing teasing little circles as he mutters, "You're so fucking wet."

Jason pulls back just enough to watch your face, brushing his thumb over your kiss swollen lips.

His voice is strained, rough as he asks, "You okay with this? With whatever's about to happen?"

His eyes are dark, intense, filled with want but laced with concern, because they need this, need you, but not like this, not unless you want it just as badly. You nod quickly, already breathless, but Dick? Dick's not having it.

He dips his head lower, mouth brushing right against your ear as he whispers, "Use your words, love. We don't wanna push you into anything."

It's almost cruel, the way his fingers slow down, teasing, playing, rubbing lazy, barely there strokes over your clit when all you want is more.

"Yes," you gasp, pushing into his touch. "Please."

That's all it takes. Jason and Dick lock eyes, silent for a moment, and then? Dick nods once, sharp, decisive, and says, "Sauna. Now."

Jason groans. "Jesus fuck, Dickie-bird."

But he doesn't argue. He just watches as Dick takes your hand, lacing his fingers with yours, guiding you toward the sauna with Jason trailing behind, adjusting the settings so it's warm, comfortable—not stifling, just enough to chase away the cold still clinging to your damp skin.

And the sauna? Yeah, of course it's luxurious as hell. Bruce built it, after all. The benches are smooth, made from high quality wood, wide enough to lie down comfortably, and the warm lighting overhead makes everything feel softer, deeper. It's the kind of place you usually use when you're sore and beaten up after patrols, when you need to relax and let the heat soothe your body.

But tonight? Yeah, you're about to use it for something very different.

Before you can even process what's happening, Jason spins you around, hands everywhere, and lifts you up like you weigh nothing.

You yelp, legs spreading instinctively as he hooks his arms beneath your thighs, locking you open, exposing you, presenting you, and Dick fucking drops to his knees.

"Oh, fuck," he breathes, eyes locked on your dripping pussy, hands already reaching, fingers brushing your inner thighs as his mouth parts in awe. "Look at you."

Jason groans behind you, rolling his hips up just enough to grind his cock against your ass, kissing the side of your head, whispering, "You should see what you do to him, baby. He's fuckin' mesmerized."

And Dick? He kind of is. His chest rises and falls in shallow, desperate breaths as he stares, like he's starving, like he can't decide if he wants to taste you or just kneel there and worship.

Dick's hands grip your thighs, fingers pressing firm, grounding himself as he leans in, eyes fixed on your swollen, dripping pussy. His breath stutters out, warm against your slick skin, and he groans, low and wrecked, because fuck, this is so much better than he ever imagined.

And he has imagined it. More times than he'd ever admit. Nights spent fisting his cock to the thought of you, to the way your suit hugs your curves, to the way you smell when you're close, the teasing, flirty little smiles you send his way. He'd always wondered if you'd taste as good as you look.

"Fuck," he breathes, his voice shaky.

With two fingers, he spreads you open, watching your slick drip, glistening in the dim heat of the sauna, and his tongue flicks out, hungry, catching a taste before he can stop himself.

And it wrecks him. His mouth seals over your cunt, tongue pushing deep, groaning as he devours you, hot and wet, lapping up every drop like he's been starving for it. His hands tighten on your thighs, holding you steady as he buries himself between your legs, tongue stroking, circling, pushing in deep before dragging back out, flicking against your clit in slow, teasing swipes.

And the sounds you make? Insane.

Breathless, needy, these little gasps and whimpers that make Jason groan behind you, arms flexing as he adjusts his grip, holding you up like you weigh nothing. Solid and so hot against your back, his cock pressing thick against your ass, twitching every time you moan.

"Fuck, Grayson," Jason mutters, voice strained. "She's gonna lose it."

And you are.

Because fuck, Dick knows how to eat pussy. He's skilled, dedicated, every lick and suck sending jolts of pleasure straight to your core. He moans into you, the vibrations making you shudder, thighs trying to squeeze together, but Jason's grip doesn't let you move.

"Feels good, huh, baby?" Jason murmurs, lips brushing against your ear, his tone all smug and filthy, like he's enjoying this just as much as Dick is.

You can't even speak. Your fingers tangle in Dick's damp hair, clutching hard, back arching against Jason's chest as Dick flicks his tongue against your clit in quick, teasing strokes, like he knows exactly how to unravel you.

Jason groans behind you, his arms tightening around your legs. When your head falls against his shoulder and your eyes meet his, he kisses you.

Hard, deep, like he's claiming you, like he needs you just as much as Dick does. His tongue licks into your mouth, swallowing your moans, his hands gripping your thighs tighter, bruising.

You whimper against his lips, and he groans, rolling his hips against your ass, grinding his cock against you, needing friction, needing something, because fuck, this is too much.

And Dick? He just moans against your pussy, tongue fucking into you, making you shudder so hard Jason has to tighten his grip just to keep you steady.

"So fucking good," Dick mutters, pulling back just enough to flick his tongue over your clit before sucking it into his mouth, making you sob his name. "So sweet. Fuck, I could eat you for hours."

Jason breaks the kiss just to groan, dropping his forehead to your shoulder. "Christ, Dickie, you're gonna kill her."

Dick grins against your skin, licking another slow, teasing stripe up your pussy, savoring the way you twitch, the way your fingers tighten in his hair, the way your little gasps turn into full whimpers, desperate and broken.

His fingers ghost over your entrance, teasing, barely there, making your pussy clench on nothing. You squirm in Jason's hold, breath hitching as anticipation coils tight in your stomach, but Dick takes his time. Watches the way you drip for him, spread open and helpless, Jason's arms locked under your thighs to keep you wide and vulnerable.

"Fuck," Dick rasps, his voice thick with arousal, his breath hot against your pussy. "You're soaked."

His thumbs part your folds, and he groans at the sight—slick, glistening, so fucking pretty. His tongue flicks over your clit again, and your whole body jerks, a whimper spilling from your lips.

Jason tightens his grip, pressing a kiss to your shoulder, his cock twitching against you as he murmurs, "Easy, baby. Let him take care of you."

And fuck, Dick does take care of you. His mouth works you over, tongue lapping at your swollen clit, lips wrapping around it to suck, firm and slow, drawing needy little noises from your throat. His hands grip your thighs, holding you steady, keeping you from writhing too much even though all you want to do is grind against his face, chase the pleasure that's building fast.

Then his fingers press at your entrance again, just the tips, teasing, and you moan, the need to be filled overwhelming. He chuckles against you, the vibration sending another pulse of heat through your core before he finally pushes a finger inside.

It's so much thicker than yours, so much longer, stretching you just enough to make your walls flutter around it. He eases it in, lets you adjust, then curls it up, searching, until—

"Fuck—" you gasp, back arching as he finds that spot, rubbing against it before sliding another finger in beside the first.

The stretch burns just a little, but the way he moves them—God, the way they scissor inside you, slick and warm, thrusting deep—has your mind blanking.

"Feel good, sweetheart?" Jason murmurs, brushing his lips along your jaw, hands adjusting their grip on your thighs as he holds you steady.

You nod frantically, but it's not enough. Not when you feel like you're unraveling from just this. "More," you breathe. "Please."

Dick groans like the plea physically pains him, but he doesn't stop, doesn't hesitate. His fingers thrust deeper, faster, stretching you open as his lips wrap around your clit again, sucking just right, tongue flicking against the swollen bud.

Your thighs tremble, pleasure tightening, the slick sounds of his fingers fucking into you obscene, messy, wet. You're dripping, leaking down his hand, onto his wrist, but he doesn't care. His cock is throbbing, leaking against his stomach, but he doesn't fucking care.

All he wants is to make you cum on his tongue. And God, you're close. You can feel it winding tighter and tighter, pleasure curling deep, building fast. Your mind is spinning, flooded with heat and hunger, desperate to feel them everywhere. Their mouths, their hands, their dicks stretching you wide—

Fuck, you're gonna cum.

It hits you fast. A sharp, electric snap of pleasure, burning through every nerve, sending you spiraling. Your whole body locks up, and then, you're cumming, and it's so much. Your cunt tightens around Dick's fingers, pulsing, fluttering, sucking him deeper as wave after wave of heat crashes through you.

It's almost too much. Your thighs tremble, your back arches, and a broken moan spills from your lips as your orgasm drags you under, pleasure rippling through every inch of you. You don't know if it's that fucking pollen messing with you or if Dick just knows how to make you come undone like this, but it feels insane. Shattering, like you're falling apart in Jason's arms, completely helpless to the pleasure tearing through you.

But Dick doesn't stop. He fucks you through it, thrusting his fingers deep, curling them just right, rubbing against that spot inside you that makes your vision white out. His mouth stays locked around your clit, sucking, flicking his tongue over it, dragging you higher, stretching out your orgasm until it's too much, too intense.

All you can do is choke out a breathless, "D-Dick, wait—"

But he doesn't.

Your body jerks, overwhelmed, but he doesn't stop. His fingers work you open, deep and relentless, his tongue still lapping at your clit, pushing, pushing—

And then you gush. A sharp, full body shudder racks through you as hot, slick arousal pours from your cunt, drenching his fingers, his wrist, his fucking face.

It splashes against the sauna floor, and heat flares in your chest, embarrassment creeping up your spine as you gasp, "S-shit, I'm s-sorry—"

Jason lets out a rough groan, voice thick with arousal. "Fuck. A squirter, huh? That's so fuckin' hot, doll."

Dick doesn't care. He doesn't stop. His mouth stays on you, licking up every drop, his fingers fucking you slow, coaxing another trembling aftershock out of your spent, twitching cunt.

Your body is wrecked, boneless in Jason's grip, but Dick soothes you. Soft kisses pressed to your puffy clit, to your inner thighs, murmured praises against your overheated skin.

Jason groans against your ear, nipping at your jaw as he murmurs, "So pretty when you lose it, baby."

Dick finally pulls his fingers from your soaked pussy, and you whimper at the emptiness, body still twitching in the aftermath. He stands up, lifting his hand between you, watching the way your slick drips from his fingers before he licks them clean, moaning like he just tasted the best thing in the world.

And then he's kissing you.

It's not like Jason's kisses—Jason devours you, rough and desperate, all teeth and tongue. Dick? Dick takes his time. His lips move slow over yours, teasing, coaxing, his tongue sliding into your mouth, letting you taste yourself on him.

His cock grinds against your swollen, soaked pussy, dragging thick and leaking between your folds, and you feel the heat of Jason against your back as he presses closer, lips finding your neck, licking and sucking at the sensitive skin, leaving marks.

Dick pulls back just enough to look at you, breathing hard, eyes dark with need.

"You still with us, love?" he murmurs, voice low, sweet, but so thick with hunger.

And you are. But you need more. Jason slowly lowers you to the ground, careful, like he knows your legs won't hold you up yet. And he's right. The second your feet touch the sauna floor, your knees almost buckle, but they're right there.

Jason's strong hands steady your waist, while Dick's arms wrap around you, letting you melt against his chest, your cheek pressed to his flushed, sweat damp skin. His heartbeat is racing, just like yours.

They try to soothe you, even though they're still buzzing with need, cocks aching, pulsing, leaking against your skin. You can feel it, how hard they both are, how they're holding back, muscles tensed like they're barely keeping themselves together.

Dick's fingers brush against your jaw, tilting your head up as he murmurs, "You okay?"

His voice is strained, rough with hunger he's barely keeping in check.

You nod, breathless. "I need more. I want you both, I want—"

Jason groans, low and wrecked, because fuck, his dick hurts, throbbing, hot, swollen with need. He's usually not like this—he's got control, he can push past anything, but this?

That fucking pollen? His logic is gone. The only thing left is the raw, aching need clawing at his gut, the sight of you, flushed and needy, still dripping from what Dick did to you.

"You sure?" Dick asks, voice tight, hesitant, because they care, because you're friends, because this is everything all at once.

"Yes," you gasp. "Fuck, I can't—I need more."

They try to resist. Try to be good, to be the men who have held themselves back all these years, who have ignored the teasing, the tension, the way you've always looked at them.

But it's too much. You're naked, hot, trembling between them, still soaked with slick and sweat, so fucking desperate for them, just like they are for you.

They exchange a look, like they're about to actually say something, like they're going to make one last attempt at self control.

But you're having none of it.

You grab both their hands, lacing your fingers with theirs as you guide them toward one of the benches, the air thick with tension, steam, and the undeniable pull of something you've all been trying to ignore for too long.

You stop in front of Dick, looking up at him through heavy lidded eyes as you say, "Sit down."

And he does, because of course he does. Because he knows better than to fuck with you when you've made up your mind, and even though you're smaller than both of them, you've always had a way of getting what you want.

You grab a few towels, spreading them on the floor in front of him because, honestly? Your body is already gonna be wrecked when this is over—bruises, hickeys, everything—and you really don't need your knees all fucked up on top of it.

Then, slowly, you kneel between his legs.

Jason is still standing behind you, watching, stunned, because sure, you've always been bold. You've flirted, teased, laughed in their faces when they tried to resist you, but this? This is something else.

You turn your head, looking up at Jason through heavy lashes, and say, "I need you to fuck me while I suck Dick off."

They both go still. Like their brains just short circuited. Like they can't quite believe what the fuck just came out of your mouth.

And you can see it happening, the exact moment something inside them snaps, because they've both fantasized about this, both thought about it more times than they'd ever admit, and now? Now you're on your knees, looking up at them, demanding it.

Dick swallows hard, his cock twitching, leaking against his stomach. His hands clench at his sides like he's trying so fucking hard to keep control. Jason? Jason just lets out a rough, breathless laugh, shaking his head, because fuck, you're gonna kill him.

Your ass wiggles as you shift into position, and behind you, Jason groans, deep and rough. "Fuck, look at you."

His big hands settle on your hips, hot and firm, fingers flexing like he's trying so hard to keep himself in check. And he can't help it, so he slaps your ass, the sharp sting sending a jolt of pleasure straight to your cunt.

"Oh—"

You gasp, thighs twitching, and Jason smirks, rubbing the mark he left behind, soothing the heat with his palm. "You like that shit, huh?"

You nod, looking over your shoulder at him with wide, glassy eyes, and his grip tightens.

"Got it, baby."

Then you turn back to Dick, gaze dropping to his cock. And God, he's just as long as Jason, maybe a little thinner, but just as pretty, thick and flushed, the veins along his shaft standing out against the hot, velvety skin. Precum beads at the tip, glistening, and when you lick your lips, Dick shudders, his breath hitching in his throat.

Behind you, Jason's hands slide lower, thumbs dragging over the curve of your ass before he spreads you open, groaning when he gets a good look at you.

"Jesus fuckin' Christ," he mutters under his breath, almost dazed, like he can't believe what he's seeing.

You're so wet, swollen, your slick dripping down your thighs, smearing against the inside of his fingers. And your pussy? Fuck, it's the prettiest fucking thing he's ever seen—hot, flushed, clenching around nothing, like you're begging for something to fill you up.

His head tips back for a second, like he needs to pull himself together, but when he looks down again, when he sees your cunt flutter around nothing, aching to be fucked?

He's fucking gone.

Because he knows you're gonna squeeze his dick like a glove, knows you're gonna be so fucking tight, so hot and wet around him that he might actually lose his mind. You're perfect. And this? This can't be real.

But oh, it is.

You shift your weight onto your knees, looking up at Dick, and he looks like he's about to lose his fucking mind too. Especially when you wrap your fingers around his cock. He sucks in a breath, head falling back against the bench as your grip tightens, your palm gliding over his length, slow and teasing.

Then you lean in, pressing soft, open mouthed kisses to the inside of his thigh, and Dick whimpers. The sound makes your cunt throb, pleasure sparking up your spine, because he looks so good like this—so flushed, so desperate, so pretty.

His cock pulses in your hand, leaking all over your fingers, and you purr, "Poor Grayson," before pressing a soft kiss to the tip, tongue flicking out to lap up his precum, tasting the salt and heat of him.

Behind you, Jason curses under his breath, and then you feel the hot, thick weight of his cock press against your dripping cunt.

You gasp, back arching as he rubs the wet head of his dick over your slit, dragging it up and down, teasing your swollen, puffy folds, mixing his precum with your slick until you're soaked in it.

And you? You're trembling. Because you need this. You need them. The second your lips part, taking Dick's cock into your mouth, his hand tangles in your hair. His fingers thread through the strands, tugging just enough to make your scalp tingle, a sharp contrast to the warmth of his other hand cradling your cheek.

You moan around him, the sound vibrating through your throat, and he hisses, his head tipping back against the bench. "Fuck—"

You take him deeper, inch by inch, your jaw stretching to accommodate his length. He's thick, hot, the weight of him pressing against your tongue as you hollow your cheeks and suck. His thighs tense under your palms, muscles jumping when you bob your head slow, teasing, testing how much of him you can take.

His fingers tighten in your hair, his hips twitching—just barely—but you feel it, the way he wants to thrust, to fuck himself down your throat, but he waits, panting, letting you set the pace.

Behind you, Jason is shaking. Shaking.

His fingers dig into the flesh of your hips, his whole body tight, because fuck, your ass is wiggling, pushing back against him, grinding against his cock like you're trying to drive him insane.

And it's working. His dick throbs, thick and aching, leaking against your soaked, swollen cunt as you shift again, tilting your hips just right, and Jason snaps. He lines himself up and starts to push in, slow, deliberate, even though his whole body is telling him to fuck you, to take you, to split you open and wreck you.

But he waits. He has to wait. Because he knows he's big, and with how tight you are—so hot and wet, squeezing around just the tip—he can't move, not even if he wanted to.

His whole body trembles as he leans over you, pressing his chest to your back, grounding himself as much as he's grounding you. His big hands smooth up and down your sides, soothing, steadying, feeling the way your breath shudders as you try to relax, try to take him deeper.

But he waits, even though every muscle in his body is coiled tight, his jaw clenched so hard it aches, because even through the pollen haze, Jason cares. He needs you to feel good.

Your walls stretch around him, clutching at him, and he slides in so easily, your pussy welcoming him, pulling him in. He sinks in slow, inch by inch, splitting you open until he's fully sheathed inside you, buried to the hilt, and you can't help but moan. The vibration makes Dick's hips jerk, a curse tumbling from his lips as his fingers tighten in your hair.

And Jason?Jason groans, burying himself inside you, his forehead dropping against the back of your shoulder.

"Breathe, baby," he mutters against your skin, his lips trailing slow, soft kisses along your shoulder, his body trembling as he forces himself to stay still, to let you adjust, even though he wants to move so fucking bad.

He gives you time, even though his entire body is screaming at him to fuck you, to finally lose himself in the heat of your cunt.

"You're doin' so good," he rasps, voice strained, like the feel of your pussy wrapped around his cock is driving him straight to the fucking edge.

You slide off Dick's cock with a gasp, a line of spit still connecting your lips to his flushed tip. Your fingers tighten around the base, stroking him as your head dips forward, and Jason groans behind you, eyes clenching shut, breathing through it, fighting against the way your pussy is milking his cock.

You can't breathe. You can't think. The feeling is overwhelming, his cock pulsing deep inside you, stretching you so wide you feel full. Too full, almost, but Jason soothes you through it, his lips trailing soft, slow kisses along your skin.

"Jesus fuckin' Christ," he mutters under his breath, his jaw clenched, his whole body so tight he thinks he might snap in half.

And then, finally, you shift against him. A tiny moan leaves your lips, and Jason can't wait any longer. Slowly, he pulls out, his cock dragging against your sensitive, fluttering walls, making your whole body tremble. Then he pushes back in, just as slow, filling you up again, stretching you, claiming every inch of your cunt.

It burns. It aches, just a little. Your whimper is soft, almost inaudible, but Jason hears it.

And he shushes you, kissing your shoulder again, whispering, "You're doin' so fuckin' good for me."

Jason's grip tightens on your waist, fingers digging into your soft skin as he starts to move, slow and deliberate, pulling out almost all the way before pushing back in, filling you up again, making you moan.

It's too slow, too teasing. You need more.

So you refocus, letting yourself drown in the heat of Dick's body, the way his cock twitches in your grip, thick and flushed and leaking all over your fingers. You slide your tongue over the tip, swirling around the slit, savoring the salty taste of his precum before taking him back into your mouth, sinking deeper this time.

The stretch is obscene, your lips stretched wide around him, your jaw aching as you push further, inch by inch, your throat tightening as he hits the back of your mouth. You gag, drool spilling from the corners of your lips, dripping down your chin, but you don't care.

You love it. It's better than every fantasy you've ever had, better than every late night thought of them, better than you could've ever imagined. Because they feel so good, sound so good, and you know you're not coming back from this.

Dick is gone. His fingers tangle in your hair again, watching the way you take him, the way you look up at him with glassy, desperate eyes, and fuck, you're so pretty like this, drooling all over his cock, taking him so fucking deep.

His whole body tenses, muscles tight, abs flexing, the veins in his forearms standing out as he tries to control himself, to hold back, but Jesus Christ, you're making it so fucking hard.

Jason is just as wrecked. His pace is still slow, but he's obsessed, his mind fuzzy with how good you feel, how tight you are, how fucking perfect your pussy is wrapped around his cock, gripping him like a vice.

He has to see it.

So he moves his hands from your waist, big palms spreading over the curve of your ass, gripping the flesh before pulling your cheeks apart, groaning when he gets a clear view of your soaked cunt stretched so tight around his dick.

His cock twitches, a groan slipping from his lips because fuck, you're swallowing him whole, your pussy gripping every inch of him, making a mess all over his cock, slick glistening along his length.

This is the best pussy he's ever had. But he knows it's you. It has nothing to do with that pollen. It's you.

And he's so fucking gone over you.

You whimper around Dick's cock, your eyes flicking up to meet his, watching the way his chest rises and falls in quick, desperate pants. And then, slowly, you let him slip from your mouth again, gasping for air, your hand tightening around the base as you pant.

"Fuck my mouth."

Dick freezes, his breath hitching, his lips parting as his brows furrow, like he's not sure he heard you right.

"W-what?"

You lick your lips, eyes heavy lidded, spit glistening along your chin as you repeat, slow and clear. "Fuck. My. Mouth."

His whole body shudders, and he doesn't even think. Doesn't hesitate. He does it.

His grip tightens in your hair as he tilts your head back, and then he's pushing in, slow but firm, guiding his cock past your lips, groaning as the heat of your mouth wraps around him.

And behind you, Jason hisses, his fingers tightening on your ass before landing another sharp slap, making you jolt forward.

"Shit," he groans, his voice thick with arousal, dark with want. "You're freaky as fuck."

Dick's grip tightens in your hair as he starts to move, slow at first, thrusting shallowly, watching the way his cock glides over your slick tongue, the way your lips stretch around him, spit pooling at the corners of your mouth.

"God, baby," he groans, voice strained, wrecked, his abs flexing as he pushes deeper, testing your limits, his hips jerking when you moan around him. "You feel so good—fuck, you're perfect. So sweet for me, taking me so well."

His words make your pussy clench around Jason's cock, the praise making your head spin, making you drool more as you relax your throat, letting Dick push deeper, the head of his cock nudging the back of your mouth. Your eyes flutter, heat sparking in your core as he fucks your mouth in slow, deliberate strokes.

His breath is ragged, his voice thick as he murmurs, "Just like that, pretty girl. You're doing so good. Such a perfect little thing."

Behind you, Jason groans, his grip bruising as he watches you take it, eyes dark, hungry.

"Fuck," he rasps, his voice rough, thick with need. "Look at you. So fuckin' nasty, baby. Goddamn, you're gonna make me lose my shit."

His hands slide over your ass, squeezing, spreading you open so he can watch the way your pussy stretches around his cock, gripping him like a fucking vice, sucking him in, milking him.

"You're so tight," he groans, his cock twitching inside you, his jaw clenching. "So fuckin' wet. Jesus Christ, this is the best pussy I've ever had."

The words make your walls flutter, make your body throb, and you can't help yourself. You push back against him, grinding your ass into his hips, moaning around Dick's cock as Jason curses, his fingers tightening on your ass.

And then he snaps. His patience shatters, his control slipping as he slams into you, knocking the breath from your lungs, making your eyes roll back.

"Fuck, yeah," Jason growls, dragging you back onto his cock, setting a relentless rhythm, fucking you deeper, harder, the wet slap of skin on skin echoing through the steam filled air. "That's what you wanted, huh? Wanted me to fuck you like this? Shit, you're so fuckin' needy, baby."

Your moans vibrate around Dick's cock, making him groan, his hips stuttering.

"Jesus Christ," he gasps, his fingers tugging on your hair, his head tipping back as he watches you, his cock throbbing as you swallow around him. "You're so fucking good, baby."

Jason groans, his cock dragging against your walls, each stroke sending sparks of pleasure skittering down your spine.

"Look at you," he rasps, voice low, dark, wrecked. "Gettin' your mouth fucked, gettin' your pussy fucked—shit, baby, you're drippin' all over my dick."

His words send a sharp throb through your core, making your walls squeeze around him, making him curse.

"Yeah, you like that? You like bein' a messy little thing?"

His words mix with Dick's soft, sweet praise, the contrast making your head spin, making your body ache for more, more, more. You're soaked, you're gone, and you're about to cum so hard.

Dick's fingers clench tighter in your hair, his whole body shaking as you take him deeper, swallowing him down until your nose brushes against the soft patch of hair at the base of his cock. His moans grow louder, ragged, his hips jerking forward, his self control slipping between his fingers.

"Fuck, baby," he groans, his voice wrecked, shaking. "You're—shit, you're gonna make me—"

You hum around him, hollowing your cheeks, sucking him harder, and that's it. That's all it takes for him to lose it.

His cock twitches on your tongue, the thick veins pulsing against the heat of your mouth as his orgasm slams into him, ripping through him like a live wire.

"Oh, fuck—"

His breath catches, his whole body locking up as the first hot pulse of his cum spills onto your tongue, thick and heavy, coating your throat as he shudders, trembles, his head tipping back against the wall, his lips parting in a wrecked, shaking moan.

You swallow it all, every last drop, your throat working around him, and it's too much. His thighs tense, his abs flex, his breath coming in sharp gasps as his hips jerk, his cock throbbing, overstimulated, as you keep sucking, drawing out every last spurt of his release.

"Jesus Christ, baby," he whimpers, his grip tightening for a second before his hand slips from your hair, his body melting, shaking, spent.

You finally let him slide free with a soft, wet pop, licking the last traces of him from your lips, and when he finally cracks his eyes open, looking down at you with flushed cheeks and a dazed, blissed out expression, he groans.

"God," he breathes, still catching his breath, his thumb stroking along your bottom lip, cleaning up the mess he left behind. "You're so fucking good."

You only have a second to grin before Jason grabs you. His arm wraps around your waist, yanking you up, pulling you against his chest as he slams his cock back into your pussy, the force of it making you gasp, your body arching as he fills you up again, stretching you all over.

"Fuckin' shit," Jason growls, his voice low, desperate, his breath hot against your ear as he pounds into you, his cock hitting deep, slamming into that spot inside you that makes your whole body tremble.

His free hand slides down, finding your clit, rubbing in quick, tight circles, his fingers slippery with your arousal.

"You gonna cum for me, baby?" he grits out, his voice dark, wrecked. "Gonna soak my fuckin' dick?"

You whimper, nodding desperately, your nails digging into his arms, your whole body coiling tight, every thrust, every press of his fingers sending you closer to the edge.

Your head tilts back, your lips parting, and Jason takes it as an invitation. His mouth crashes against yours, the kiss filthy, messy, his tongue sliding against yours as he fucks you harder, deeper, the wet slap of skin on skin echoing in the steam thick air.

It's too much. The way he's pounding into you, the way his fingers are rubbing your clit, the way his mouth is devouring yours—it's all too much.

You shatter. Your orgasm hits like a tidal wave, your body locking up as your walls clamp down around Jason's cock, your pussy spasming, milking him as you moan into his mouth, your whole body shaking from the force of it.

But he doesn't stop.

"Yeah," Jason groans, his pace relentless, his fingers still working your clit, pushing you higher, keeping you right there, shoving you into another orgasm before you can even catch your breath.

"Oh—fuck—"

Your whole body seizes, and then you gush, hot, wet, soaking his cock, the mess dripping down your thighs, pooling on the towels beneath you as your mind goes blank. Jason groans, his grip bruising, his voice full of awe and lust and pure fucking greed.

"Shit, baby," he growls, his hand sliding up your stomach to cup your tits, squeezing, his hips still slamming into you. "You're so fuckin' hot—goddamn, look at this mess you're makin'."

You're gone, trembling in his arms, panting, whimpering, still coming, your body wrecked, and he loves it.

But even after you've soaked his dick, even after you've cum so hard your legs shake and your body trembles, he just keeps going, fucking you through it, chasing his own high, refusing to let you catch your breath.

Your thoughts are a mess, a haze of heat and pleasure and pure, desperate need. Every time he thrusts back inside, it knocks the air from your lungs, sending another sharp jolt of electricity up your spine, making your toes curl.

His dick is so big, so hot, so thick, stretching you to your limit, the swollen head hitting your cervix with every deep, brutal stroke, the impact sending sparks of pain-laced pleasure licking up your spine.

Jason groans, his breath hot against your ear, his big hands sliding from your waist to your tits, squeezing, kneading, rolling your sensitive nipples between his fingers.

"Fuck, baby," he moans, voice wrecked, breathless. "You feel so good—tight little pussy's so fuckin' wet, takin' my dick like a fuckin' dream."

His voice is a growl, his breath ragged, filthy, and it makes you clench around him, your body reacting to the sheer, raw hunger in his voice.

"Drippin' down my fuckin' balls, makin' a mess all over me," he mutters, his pace getting faster, his hips snapping against your ass, the sound of wet skin slapping against wet skin filling the air. "Such a fuckin' good girl, lettin' me fuck you like this—shit—"

His moan is deep, gritty, his lips brushing against your neck, and it makes your brain melt.

You can feel Dick watching.

His heavy, ragged breathing, the way he groans softly under his breath every time your tits bounce from the sheer force of Jason's thrusts, the way he's still hard, his cock resting heavy against his abdomen as he watches Jason destroy you.

Jason buries his face in your shoulder, his pace stuttering, and then his voice turns urgent, desperate. "Shit," he pants. "Where do you want me to cum, doll?"

The words slip out before you even think.

"Inside," you whimper, the plea ragged, breathless. "Inside me, please."

Jason groans, his arms tightening around you, his body shaking. "Fuck."

He grabs your waist, slamming into you, fucking you like a man possessed, like he's starving for you, like he needs to be as deep as possible, stretching you wide, filling you to the fucking brim.

And it's like something in Dick snaps. He drops to his knees, his big hands sliding up your thighs, and then his fingers find your clit.

"Oh—fuck—"

Your whole body seizes—Jason's cock splitting you open, fucking you deep and hard, pounding into your soaking cunt while Dick's fingers rub your puffy, far too sensitive clit, quick and precise, pushing you higher, driving you insane.

Then Dick leans in, his lips brushing against yours, swallowing your moans, devouring them, and God, this has to be the hottest fuck of your life.

His tongue, hot, wet, messy against yours, kissing you like he needs you, like he's starving for the taste of your pleasure.

And shit, these two men—hot as fuck, sweaty, desperate, ruining you. They are going to wreck you for anyone else for sure.

Jason groans, his pace brutal, his cock pounding into your swollen, soaked pussy, stretching you so wide, splitting you open, filling you so deep you can feel him in your stomach.

He's right there, right on the edge, voice rough, breath ragged as he mutters, "C'mon, baby, I'm so close. Fuck, gimme one more, let me feel you."

And then, Dick starts slapping your clit slightly. It's sharp, the sting mixing with the unbearable pleasure of Jason's cock fucking you stupid, and that's it, you snap.

Your whole body locks up, your pussy clenching down hard around Jason's cock, milking him, your legs trembling as your orgasm crashes through you, drowning you in wave after wave of pure, burning pleasure.

Your mouth falls open in a wrecked, wordless moan, eyes rolling back, sweat dripping down your skin as you shake, your whole body on fire, pleasure exploding behind your eyelids, your clit throbbing, your walls spasming around Jason's thick cock.

And he loses it.

"Fuck—" His breath punches out of him, a deep, desperate groan rumbling through his chest, his grip on your hips turning bruising as your pussy chokes his cock, squeezing him so tight he can't hold back.

He buries himself to the hilt, grinding deep, grinding so fucking deep, and then, he cums. Thick, hot spurts of cum flood your pussy, painting your walls, filling you up so much you can feel it, dripping out around his cock, mixing with your slick as he lets out a deep, wrecked groan.

But he doesn't stop.

Even as his dick throbs, even as he pulses inside you, he grits his teeth and fucks it deeper, slow, deep rolls of his hips, making sure every last drop stays buried inside you, making sure you feel it.

Dick's fingers never stop, still rubbing your aching clit, making you whimper, making your whole body jolt, your thighs quivering, your nipples aching, your pussy so full and sensitive that every little movement makes you twitch.

And then Dick finally lets you breathe.

He breaks the kiss, his lips swollen, his breathing uneven, his eyes dark with lust as he soothes you, his hands smoothing up your back, down your arms, pressing soft kisses along your jaw, your temple, whispering soft praises against your skin.

Your breath shudders out of you, your head dropping forward onto Dick's shoulder as Jason stills behind you, his chest rising and falling, sweat slicking his skin, his grip still tight on your waist, grounding you as you tremble in their hold.

Jason does the same, his big hands rubbing slow, warm circles into your waist, his lips brushing against your shoulder, his breath deep, calming, as he lets you come down.

But it's not enough. You still need more.

Your whole body buzzes with it, aching with it, and before you can stop yourself, before you can even think, the words tumble from your lips, breathless, desperate, "I need... I—w-want you both at the same time."

Jason freezes. "Fuckin' shit."

His arm tightens around your waist, his cock still buried inside you, twitching just at the thought of it.

And Dick? His breath catches, his fingers tightening against your skin, his lips parting as his brows furrow, something unreadable flickering across his face before he cups your cheek, pressing soft, sweet kisses all over your flushed skin.

"Love, maybe we should—"

"No," you shake your head, chest heaving. "I need it. I—fuck, I need more."

Dick hesitates. "But we'd need lube, and—"

"I have some," you gasp. "In—in my locker. In my bag."

They both freeze. Jason raises a brow, his lips twitching, while Dick blinks at you, head tilting slightly.

"...You what?"

Your face burns. "I just bought it—I was gonna take it home, but I kept forgetting—"

Jason smirks, shaking his head, while Dick huffs out a quiet laugh before turning on his heel.

"I'll get it."

Your thoughts swirl, still dazed, still high from pleasure. It's really just a coincidence, something you bought last week and forgot to leave at home, but now? Now, you're just grateful you have it.

The second Dick is gone, Jason leans in, his lips brushing against yours, slow, deep, his tongue dragging along your bottom lip before slipping into your mouth. You moan softly, body pressing into his, heat still pooling low in your stomach.

When he pulls away, his smirk is sharp, eyes dark.

"You just bought it, huh?"

Your eyes dart away, face burning, and he chuckles. Then Dick is back, the bottle of lube in hand, and he's grinning, but there's something in his eyes, something darker, something hungrier.

He tosses the bottle onto the bench, his gaze flickering between you and Jason before he murmurs, "That's real convenient, sweetheart."

Jason's lips brush against your neck, hot and damp with sweat, his breath still ragged as he drags his mouth along your skin, pressing open mouthed kisses to the flushed heat of your throat. His hands slide down your waist, holding you, still keeping you close, as if he doesn't want to pull away just yet.

But then he does. His cock slips free, and the loss makes you whine, your walls clenching around nothing, feeling so empty after being stretched and filled so deep.

Jason chuckles, low and rough, pressing another slow kiss to your shoulder before he straightens, his hands steady on your waist as he helps you up, keeping you from collapsing completely. And then, his cum starts dripping out of you.

Thick, warm, messy, streaking down your thighs, slick and obscene, mixing with your own wetness, making your skin glisten under the dim lights.

Jason groans, watching it, his fingers squeezing at your hips before he turns you around, cupping your face with both hands, tilting your chin up so you have to look at him.

He kisses you, deep, messy, wet.

His tongue pushes past your lips immediately, curling against yours, dragging along the roof of your mouth, swallowing the small gasp you let out as he dominates the kiss.

It's all spit and heat, his grip firm, his fingers digging into your jaw as he devours you, groaning into your mouth, his own hips twitching forward instinctively, as if he's not done with you yet.

And maybe he's not. When he finally pulls away, your lips are slick with spit, swollen and tingling, your breath coming in short, shaky gasps.

But Jason just smirks, his thumb dragging across your bottom lip as he murmurs, "Took me so fuckin' well."

The praise sends a shiver down your spine, heat coiling in your belly, but you don't even have time to dwell on it because you're already turning to Dick, your whole body still thrumming with need.

"Lay on the bench."

His brows lift, lips parting slightly, but he doesn't question it. He grabs some towels first, spreading them out so he can sit more comfortably, before laying back, his cock still hard, standing thick and flushed against his stomach, twitching slightly as he watches you, pupils blown.

You barely give him time to think. You climb on top of him, straddling his hips, and the moment your soaked pussy presses against his cock, dragging along his length, he groans, his head falling back slightly.

"Fuck," he breathes, his hands gripping your thighs, sliding up to cup your ass. "That pollen fucked us up badly."

You nod, whimpering, rubbing yourself against him, smearing Jason's cum and your own slick all over his cock, making it all slippery, all hot, and then, Dick grinds right back.

His hands tighten on your ass, his hips rolling up against yours, rubbing the thick, leaking head of his cock against your throbbing clit, making you moan, making your thighs tremble from the overstimulation.

But you need him inside. Now. Lifting yourself up, you barely hesitate before sinking down onto his cock, and it's so easy. You're soaked, dripping, stretched wide and ready from Jason, and Dick slides right in, filling you up in one smooth, wet motion, the thick length of him pressing against every sensitive spot inside you.

Dick gasps, his fingers flexing against your ass, his chest rising sharply as his brows furrow, his mouth falling open in a soft, breathless moan. His thoughts are a mess.

He's inside you. He's inside you, and you feel so fucking good. So tight, so warm, so fucking wet, and it's all for him.

Well, for him and Jason, all of you caught up in this fever, this unbearable need, and fuck, he never thought this would happen, never thought he'd get to feel you like this, but now... now he can't stop thinking about it.

Can't stop thinking about how you feel around him, how you're squeezing him, how your slick drips down his length, coating his cock, making it so easy to slide deeper, making it so fucking hot.

"Jesus," he groans, his head tipping back, his fingers gripping at you. "Baby, you feel... fuck, you feel so good."

Dick can't stop kissing you. It's like he's obsessed, like he needs his mouth on you just as much as he needs to fuck you.

Every time his hips drive up, his cock sinking deep inside your dripping cunt, he's pulling you down to meet him, his lips crashing against yours, groaning into your mouth like he's drunk on the heat of you, the taste of you, the way your walls grip him so tight every time he moves.

"God, baby," he pants against your lips, voice breathless, wrecked, his fingers digging into your hips as he thrusts up into you again, harder this time, his cock rubbing against every tender, sensitive spot inside you. "I can't stop, I can't—"

You moan, your arms wrapping around his shoulders, clinging to him, feeling every shift of his muscles, every snap of his hips as he fucks into you with slow, deep, needy strokes.

And across from you, Jason watches. His lips are slightly parted, his chest rising with each heavy breath, his eyes locked on the way Dick's cock sinks in and out of your soaked, used pussy, slick noises filling the sauna, making his jaw clench.

"Fuck," he mutters, his grip tightening around his cock, stroking himself slowly.

His breath catches as he watches the way your body takes it, how easy it is for Dick to slide into you after he already ruined you, stretching you out, leaving you so wet that it's effortless.

His free hand slides up your back, fingers tracing along the sweat slick curve of your spine, following it down to your ass, where he grips the flesh and spreads you slightly. The moment he does, he groans at the sight of Dick's cock fucking into your pussy, your hole clinging to him, soaked and messy, your juices dripping down to your thighs, making the whole thing so fucking filthy.

You hear the slick pop of a bottle being opened, and then, his fingers, cool and slick with lube, gliding over the rim of your other hole. A soft, teasing touch.

Your breath hitches, a shiver running through you even as you grind down onto Dick's cock, making him groan, his hands flexing against your hips. Jason smirks, rubbing slow circles around your rim, massaging the tight muscle, teasing it, not pushing in just yet.

"Gotta stretch you open first, doll," he murmurs, pressing a kiss to the dip of your spine. "Don't wanna hurt you."

You nod, panting, pressing back into his hand as he finally, slowly, pushes in the tip of his finger. Your body twitches at the stretch, a sharp inhale escaping you as your walls flutter around Dick's cock at the same time, making him groan, his brows furrowing as he tries to keep himself from losing it.

Jason waits a moment, watching the way you react, his other hand rubbing slow circles along your waist, his voice softer this time when he asks, "You okay, baby?"

You exhale shakily, nodding, your body adjusting to the new sensation, the slight pressure of his finger stretching you open.

And then he starts to move.

Slowly, teasingly, fucking you with the single finger, slipping it in and out in careful strokes, feeling the way your body responds, the way your walls tremble around him, your moans growing softer, more desperate as he adds another finger.

A low, drawn out out moan escapes you, your body twitching, your walls fluttering around Dick's cock again, making him groan, his fingers gripping your hips harder.

"You're so fuckin' tight," Jason mutters, his forehead pressing to your shoulder as he works his fingers in deeper, stretching you open, his cock twitching at the way you pulse around him.

His movements stay patient, calculated, letting you get used to every single sensation, letting you feel it, your body reacting to both him and Dick at the same time, your nerves lighting up from how much stimulation there is, how they're everywhere all at once.

By the time he slides in a third finger, you're trembling, panting, your nails digging into Dick's shoulders as he groans at the way you keep clenching around him.

"You're doin' so good, baby," Jason murmurs against your back, pressing a slow kiss between your shoulder blades, fingers curling inside you, stretching you wider.

Dick keeps kissing you. He can't stop.

His lips keep finding yours between every breathless moan, every shaky exhale, every soft noise that leaves your lips as Jason's fingers work you open, stretching you wider, preparing you for his dick.

You can barely think. Your body is trembling, nerves buzzing, your mind foggy with want, with need, your hands gripping Dick's shoulders as he pants against your lips, "You feel so good, sweetheart, I—fuck, I need to feel you."

Jason growls against your skin, his fingers sinking deeper, pushing past the tight ring of muscle until he's knuckle deep, fucking them in and out in slow, filthy thrusts. He watches you shudder, listens to the way you gasp, the way your thighs tremble when he curls his fingers just right.

"Relax," he murmurs, dragging his teeth over your neck, his free hand gripping your hip to keep you still. "You're already takin' me so fuckin' well, baby—bet you'll stretch around my dick like a dream."

He spreads his fingers, stretching you wider, dragging them back just to push in again, deeper, rougher, wetter. The slick, obscene sounds of it make heat curl in your belly, make your whole body tighten, aching, desperate.

"Fuck, you feel this?" Jason grunts, his fingers twisting, pressing, stroking in slow, teasing circles. "So tight, so fuckin' perfect—gonna ruin you, baby."

Dick presses another kiss to your lips, then another, then another, each one deeper, more desperate, more needy, because he has to. He has to taste you, has to feel you, has to lose himself in you while Jason kneels behind you, his cock hard and aching, the tip glistening as he slowly, carefully pulls his fingers out of your ass.

A low groan rumbles in his chest at the sight, his hands gripping your ass, spreading you slightly, watching the way your body twitches, the way your ass clenches, still slightly open from how deep his fingers had been.

"Relax, doll," he murmurs, his breath warm against your spine as he slicks himself up with lube, rubbing the tip of his cock against your hole, teasing, pressing just slightly to gauge your reaction.

Your whole body shudders, and Dick cradles your face, kisses you slow, deep, as he whispers against your lips, "Breathe, pretty girl. I got you."

Jason presses in. Slowly. The stretch is immediate, intense, your body clenching around him as he sinks in, inch by inch, his jaw tight as he groans, hands gripping your hips, feeling the way you shake as you adjust to the sheer size of him, to the way he's filling you.

Dick can feel it too. Your walls clenching around his cock, getting tighter just from how Jason is stretching you open, making him groan, his hands flexing against your waist.

"Fuck, baby," Jason grits out, his breath coming out shaky as he finally bottoms out, his forehead pressing against your back, his chest rising and falling in deep, heavy breaths. "You feel so fuckin' good."

You're a mess. Your breath is shaky, your pulse racing, your body overwhelmed in the best way possible, stuffed full, stretched wide, both of them inside you, filling you to the absolute brim.

Still, it's not enough. You need more. And the moment you shift, rolling your hips slightly, feeling the way it makes Jason's cock nudge deeper, Dick lets out a sharp, wrecked sound and tightens his grip on your hips.

"Hold still, love," he breathes, his voice low, strained, adjusting his grip on you, making sure you don't have to move, don't have to do anything except take it.

And you will. You'll take all of it. Because they need this just as much as you do, and neither of them can hold back much longer.

Jason exhales hard through his nose, his grip steady on your hips, his cock pulsing, buried deep inside your ass as he presses his chest flush against your back.

His lips graze your shoulder, his breath warm, voice low and gruff when he murmurs, "Good? Still with us?"

You nod quickly, too quickly, your brain foggy, words barely forming as you pant, "M-Move, please..."

Dick is the first to obey. His fingers flex at your waist, his muscles tensing beneath you as he rolls his hips up, fucking into your soaked cunt slow and deep, dragging a moan from your throat as the thick length of him stretches you open all over again.

Jason groans at the sight, at the way your tight little hole clenches around Dick's cock, the way your body shudders when Dick fills you to the hilt, rubbing against the spots that make you gasp, make you shake.

And then, Jason moves. It's slow, deliberate, his hips grinding forward, easing himself out just to push back in, filling your ass just as Dick fills your pussy, the slow stretch making your breath catch, making your fingers curl against Dick's chest.

Your mind is blank. Absolutely fucking blank. You can barely register the words Dick is whispering, his voice soft, warm, each praise making you clench down tighter, "God, sweetheart, you feel so good—so tight, so perfect—taking both of us so well, baby, so fucking good—"

His words make your breath stutter, make your walls squeeze around him, make Jason groan, his hands gripping your hips, thumbs stroking your skin as he kisses your back, your shoulders, your neck, his lips soft, reverent, even as he fucks you.

And you can barely breathe. Your mouth falls open in a silent moan, your body trembling as they thrust into you, stretching you, filling you, overwhelming you with the sheer amount of pleasure you're drowning in.

Jason's hand slides around you. Finds your puffy little clit. Presses down. You wail.

Your whole body jerks, your breath shattering as Jason grins against your skin, his fingers circling the sensitive bundle of nerves, slow and cruel, all while his cock grinds deep into your ass, making your walls clench around both of them.

Dick chokes on a moan, his hips jerking, his fingers digging into your waist, his cock stuffing your pussy, pushing deeper, hitting that spot that makes you keen.

Jason groans at the reaction, pressing his forehead to your shoulder, muttering, "Fuck, baby, that's it—take it—"

And you do. You take everything. The stretch, the pressure, the fullness, the filthy praise whispered into your ear, the heat of their bodies against yours. The way their cocks move inside you, making your vision swim, making your mind blank, making your whole body tremble as they keep fucking you.

And there's nothing—nothing—you want more.

Jason's fingers keep working your clit, slow and teasing one moment, rough and insistent the next, rubbing tight little circles that have your thighs trembling, your body caught between the steady drag of his cock in your ass and the deep, devastating thrusts of Dick's cock inside your pussy.

Your breath shatters, your body taut, stretched wide, so full, their cocks filling you over and over, slick and hot, the filthy sound of it echoing off the walls, slick wet noises mixing with your gasping moans, their groans, their praises.

Dick slides a hand up your waist, warm and firm, fingers trailing the sweat slicked curves of your body, before moving higher, higher, until he cups your breast.

A strangled moan gets caught in your throat as he palms you, rolling your nipple between his fingers, his grip firm, possessive, desperate, his hips never slowing, cock driving deep, kissing your cervix with every thrust.

Jason groans behind you, his cock throbbing, pulsing inside your tight, hot ass, his grip almost bruising at your hip as he watches Dick squeeze your tits, watches how you whimper and twitch, body so fucking responsive.

"Fuckin' hell," Jason rasps, pressing his forehead against your back, panting, "You're so tight, baby—grippin' me so good—"

Dick is all needy and breathless as he mutters, "You're so perfect—so wet, so fucking soft—"

And fuck, fuck, it's too much.

Your whole body tenses, muscles coiling, pleasure spiking, your slick dripping down, coating Dick's cock, soaking his thighs, Jason's fingers still rubbing your clit, still teasing, still playing with you.

Your vision blurs, your mouth falls open in a silent moan, and then you snap. Your orgasm rips through you like a fucking supernova, a shuddering, gut wrenching explosion of white hot pleasure. Wave after wave crashes into you as your pussy clenches, gripping Dick's cock so tight he chokes on a groan, hips faltering, hands gripping your waist to hold you there, fuck you through it, hips rutting up in messy, desperate thrusts.

Jason curses loud and filthy, his free hand digging into your hip as your ass tightens around him, milking his cock, making him throb, his jaw clenched so tight it aches as he rubs your clit faster, dragging out your orgasm, making you whimper, tremble, shake.

"That's it, doll," Jason growls, voice rough, filled with lust, "Fuck—look at you, so fuckin' messy, so good—"

Dick is moaning beneath you, his grip on you tightening, his cock still buried deep inside your spasming cunt, still rutting up into you, and it's so much, too much, your whole body a trembling, sweaty, soaked mess.

"M-more—"

Your voice is a broken little whimper, barely a sound at all, your body hot between them, overstimulated and fucked senseless, but still, still, you beg for more.

"H-harder—fuck—p-please—"

And that's it. That's it. Jason curses under his breath, and Dick's fingers tighten on your hips as something inside them just snaps, and they ruin you.

Jason grips your waist, holding you steady as he slams into your ass, hips snapping forward with messy, needy thrusts, cock stretching you wide, stuffing you so full, his abs flexing, sweat dripping down his chest.

Dick isn't any better. He's never fucked like this before, never felt like this before, usually so careful, so sweet, because he likes making love, likes taking his time. He's usually all slow, sensual touches and soft whispers, but the pollen, the fucking pollen.

You're soaking his cock, clenching around him, your pussy hot and wet and so fucking tight, making these little whimpering sounds that make his brain short circuit, that make him lose every single ounce of restraint.

He pounds into you, moaning, hips driving up to meet yours again and again, his mind blank, wrecked, obsessed with how you feel around him, how good you take it, how you keep begging for it.

"Yes—yes—yes—more—fuck—"

You can't stop babbling, pleading, brain melting under the push and pull of their cocks inside you, their hands gripping you, keeping you in place, using you, fucking you.

"More—more—more—"

You're whimpering, gasping, trembling, bouncing between him and Jason like you belong to them.

"F-fuck—"

Jason feels like he's burning alive, the heat of your body, the way your ass grips his cock, the way you tremble every time he fucks you deeper, the sweat dripping down his back, his chest, his hips slapping your ass, his free hand sliding up your spine, grabbing the back of your neck, squeezing just a little, just enough to make you gasp.

"Shit, baby, you're so fuckin' tight—"

And then—

"Fuck—fuck— fuck—"

Dick breaks.

His whole body tenses, back arching, muscles coiling as his cock jerks inside you, and then he's cumming, gasping, groaning, fucking his seed deep into your cunt, pumping you full, stuffing you so full, hot and thick. His arms lock around your waist, holding you down as he ruts up into you, still moving, still fucking you through it because he can't stop, can't fucking stop.

And you—

You feel it, feel the hot rush of it inside you, feel it leak out around his cock, smearing on your swollen folds, on Jason's fingers still working your clit, on his balls, sticky and messy, so fucking filthy. You love it, love the way it drips out of you, love the way Dick whimpers as he fucks through his orgasm, love the way Jason grunts behind you, voice rough, guttural.

"Christ, look at that—fuckin' drippin'—"

And he's still fucking you, still grinding against you, his cock still hard, still deep, still pounding your ass, and you whimper, still shaking, still so fucking sensitive.

Jason's fingers are merciless.

They press against your swollen, throbbing clit, slick with a mess of cum, circling it, teasing, rubbing just right.

"F-fuck, Jay, I—"

Your words break, barely more than a whimper, and Dick shifts beneath you, his hands tight on your hips, his cock still stuffed deep in your wrecked pussy, and he feels it.

He feels the way your walls are fluttering, spasming, gripping him, the way your whole body is starting to shake.

"That's it, baby, let go—"

Jason's voice is low, gravelly, and then it hits you.

A wave of white hot pleasure, so intense, so overwhelming, your whole body tenses and breaks at the same time, back arching, mouth falling open in a silent, shattered sob as you clench around both of them, your pussy squeezing Dick so tight he groans, hips jerking, and your ass—

"Shit—fuck—"

Jason chokes on his own breath, the sudden tight, spasming grip around his cock making his rhythm stutter, making his fingers falter, making his whole body tense as heat coils low in his gut, hot and throbbing, his hips snapping forward in shallow, desperate thrusts.

"Fuck— baby—"

His hand locks onto your waist, fingers digging into your soft, sweat slicked skin, and he buries himself deep, cock throbbing, pulsing, spilling inside you, thick and hot. He can't stop moving, can't stop grinding into you, fucking it deeper, groaning, shuddering against your back as his orgasm wrecks him.

You sob.

Not just because it's too much, not just because your body is shaking, not just because your clit is pulsing under Jason's fingers, because your pussy is still leaking cum, because your ass is stuffed with it, because the pleasure is endless.

You sob because you've never been fucked this good, because it's Dick and Jason, because your body is spent. Because you're so tired and still trembling, still whimpering as Jason finally stills behind you, followed by Dick, both of them still inside you, both of them breathing hard.

"Baby—"

Dick's voice is so soft, and you barely register it before your body gives out, before you collapse against his chest. His arms catch you, wrap around you, hold you tight, his big, warm hands rubbing slow, soothing circles into your back as you keep sobbing, sniffling, your body twitching from the aftershocks.

"Shit—"

Jason's hands smooth down your back, his lips pressing against the curve of your spine, kissing your sweat-damp skin as he exchanges a look with Dick, something unspoken, something concerned.

"Breathe, sweetheart," Dick murmurs, tucking you closer, his lips pressing to your temple, your forehead, "You're okay. We got you."

Jason hums against your back, his hands gentle now, tracing slow, grounding touches down your waist, your sides, rubbing at your hips, pressing softer kisses against your skin.

"M'sorry—" you hiccup, voice hoarse, and Jason shakes his head, arms tightening around you.

"Nah, baby," he murmurs, "Nothin' to be sorry for."

"We got you," Dick echoes, voice still so soft, lips still brushing against your skin, still pressing slow, tender kisses over your face, "We got you, love."

And the haze of the pollen is fading, just slightly, just enough to let the exhaustion creep in, just enough to let you sink into their warmth, just enough to let you breathe.

A little sniffle escapes you, barely more than a breath, and Jason exhales, his fingers tightening on your waist before he slowly, gently pulls out. You whimper, hips twitching at the loss, and he shushes you, hands smoothing down your sides, his voice low and gruff—

"Sorry, sweetheart."

It's only then, as his head starts to clear, that he sees you, like... really sees you.

The red marks scattered across your skin, the deep, dark hickeys, the little bruises blooming where fingers had gripped too tight, where mouths had been too hungry.

And normally, Jason wouldn't care. Wouldn't think about it, wouldn't dwell. But this wasn't some random fuck. This was you. And he cares about you.

He exchanges a look with Dick, who seems to be thinking the exact same thing, but before either of them can say anything, you lift your head slightly, voice soft, drowsy, still so blissed out.

"That was... that was so..." you pause as you take a slow, heavy breath. "That was the best fuck of my life."

For a second, they're stunned. Then Jason snorts, shaking his head as his hands squeeze your hips.

"You're somethin' else, pretty girl."

You hum, then shift, sitting up on Dick, your hands steadying yourself on his chest, his cock finally softening inside you.

Dick's hand cups your cheek, his thumb brushing away a stray tear, his gaze soft, fond, full of something warm and aching.

"You okay?"

You nod, but he tilts his head, eyes scanning your face. "You sure?"

"So fucking sure," you murmur, leaning into his palm, letting his touch ground you, soothe you.

Jason exhales, then reaches over, fingers brushing your damp, sweat sticky hair from your shoulder before he leans in, pressing a soft, warm kiss to your skin.

They let you breathe, let you come down completely, their hands slow and gentle, smoothing over your back, your arms, grounding you with soft touches, murmured reassurances, little praises that make your stomach flip.

And then, you shift again, lifting yourself from Dick's lap, and—

Oh.

The mess is... everywhere. Your thighs are slick, cum dripping from your swollen pussy, smearing on Dick's softening cock, streaking down onto the bench beneath you, pooling on the towels.

And now that the pollen haze has lifted, now that your mind is clearer, the sight of it, the reality of it, makes your face go hot, embarrassment creeping up your spine.

They see it. They know you. Jason clicks his tongue, turns you to face him, and pulls you into his chest, his arms wrapping tight around you, caging you against him.

"Don't do that shit," he murmurs, voice warm, rough, "It's fine. We'll clean up."

You bury your face in his chest, mumbling something unintelligible, and he huffs, hand smoothing down your back.

"Kinda late for that, doll."

You groan, lifting a weak arm to swat at his shoulder. "Shut up."

Dick chuckles, shaking his head as he stretches, standing from the bench, his legs shaky, his hands settling on his hips as he exhales.

"You two go ahead and clean up," he says, rolling his shoulders, "I'll handle things here."

And before you can argue, before you can say I can help or I should clean up too, he steps up behind you, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to your shoulder.

"Okay?"

You nod, still tucked against Jason's chest, and Dick hums, brushing his fingers down your arm before stepping away.

But before you can step away, Jason's arms tighten.

"Wait—"

Your words die in your throat as Jason lifts you, carrying you towards the showers like you weigh nothing, and normally, you'd protest.

Would roll your eyes, would shove at his shoulder, would grumble about carrying yourself. But right now, you're too fucked out to care. So you just sigh, letting your body go boneless against him, arms loosely wrapping around his shoulders as he carries you away.

Jason sets you down and turns on the water, the warm steam curling around you, soaking into your aching muscles. And the second your feet touch the tile, your knees buckle. But he's there, his hands steady on your waist, keeping you upright, and you let him.

His chest rises and falls with a slow, steady breath before he lifts one hand, cupping your face, his calloused fingers warm against your damp skin.

"You sure you're okay?"

His voice is quiet, rough around the edges, something almost hesitant underneath it.

You swallow, blinking up at him, exhaustion pulling at your limbs, your bones, every part of you. "Yeah." Your voice is soft, barely above a breath. "I just... 'm tired."

He nods. "I know."

You pout, and God, it's that little pout that always made him wanna kiss you, that always made his chest tight, even when he'd told himself not to care, even when he swore he wouldn't let it get to him.

"I wanna go home," you murmur, voice small, pleading.

His fingers tighten just slightly on your waist. "We'll take you home in a bit."

He leans in. Just a little. Just enough to brush his lips over yours—hesitant, almost unsure, because apparently, the pollen's not fucking with your heads anymore, and maybe this is where it ends, maybe this is where it stops, where everything just goes back to the way it was.

But you kiss him back. Soft, gentle, nothing like the desperate, frantic kisses from before, and his breath catches against your lips.

You pull back, barely, just enough to whisper, "Will you stay tonight?"

His brows pull together, his fingers brushing along your cheek. "Yeah, baby."

Your stomach flutters at the rasp of his voice, and you swallow, biting your lip before murmuring, "Both of you?"

He exhales, tilting his head down, brushing his nose against yours as he whispers, "Yeah. Both of us."

You nod, barely there, barely anything at all, and Jason watches you for a second, something warm, something almost uncertain flickering behind his eyes.

And then, you kiss him again. Soft, sweet, exhausted. And something about the way his lips press to yours, about the way his hand cradles your face, about the way his body relaxes against yours, even now... it feels right.

Like it was always meant to be this way.

Like something shifts inside you, deep in your chest, something small and fragile and terrifying.

Because you've had only fucked up men in your life before. Men who hurt. Men who took. Men who left nothing but bruises and scars in their wake. And now you have them—Jason, Dick—and you're scared.

Scared of losing them, scared of ruining this, scared of the ache in your chest that tells you you want them, not just like this, not just like what happened tonight, but something tells you they feel the same. Something tells you Dick feels the same. Something about the way Jason holds you now, the way he kisses you like it's not just about the fuck, like it matters, like you matter.

After cleaning up and making sure there's no evidence of what went down in the Batcave, the three of you made your way back to your apartment, exhaustion settling deep in your bones, but something warmer, something unchanged lingering between you all.

You're sprawled across your couch, tucked between two very warm, very big bodies, soaking up their heat as you all demolish a large pepperoni pizza. Because after that? After the hours of fucking, the overstimulation, the pollen that had you all wrapped up in a desperate, needy haze?

You're starving. And for once, there's no tension. No awkwardness. No 'so... what now?' kind of moment.

Just pizza. Just warmth. Just them.

Dick sits to your right, long legs stretched out, one arm draped over the back of the couch, fingers idly brushing over your shoulder as he chews, completely at ease.

And Jason's on your left, reclined, socked feet propped up on your coffee table like he owns the place, one arm resting over your thighs while the other holds his slice, chewing with that half lidded, relaxed expression that means he's content.

And the thing is, it's not weird. It should be, right?

You just got wrecked by both of them in the Batcave of all places, and now you're here, cuddled up between them like it's nothing, like this was normal, like this was just another night of the three of you hanging out.

Except, it wasn't just another night. It was the first time you'd crossed that boundary. The first time you let yourselves give in to the tension that had always been there, just beneath the surface, lingering, waiting for something—anything—to push you all over the edge.

And it should've changed everything. But it didn't. If anything, it felt like it enhanced it.

Like something had clicked into place. Like this was always meant to happen. Dick swallows his bite, licking a bit of sauce from his thumb as he watches you from the corner of his eye. And he knows you.

He knows that little crease between your brows means you're overthinking. That the way you press your lips together means you're trying to make sense of something, trying to name whatever the hell this is, trying to define it.

And for once, you don't have to. Because he gets it. He feels it.

He'd spent years wanting you, wanting this, but never acting on it, because you were one of his closest friends, because you were one of Jason's closest friend, because the idea of losing you over some reckless decision was too much, too dangerous.

Jason snorts as you grab another slice of pizza, shoving it into your mouth like you haven't eaten in days, and he bumps his knee against yours, mumbling, "Jesus, slow down, doll. You're gonna choke."

You roll your eyes, mouth full, and mumble back, "Whose fault is that?"

Dick laughs—a soft, breathy chuckle as he leans back against the couch, his arm draped casually behind you. "She's got a point."

Jason clicks his tongue, tearing off a bite of his own pizza. "Yeah, yeah, whatever."

And it's so normal. So easy. Dick can't stop thinking about it. Because this should feel different. He thought it would feel different.

That maybe things would be awkward, that maybe you'd pull away, that maybe Jason would crack some joke that would make it feel less than what it was, like it was just another fuck, another good time.

But it wasn't.

And this—this easy, quiet warmth, the way you're curled up against them like you've always belonged there, the way Jason hasn't made a single move to leave, the way he hasn't wanted to leave... it feels like something that was always meant to happen.

Because as he glances at Jason, sees the way he's watching you, the way his fingers absently trace circles into your thigh, the way he looks so calm, so sated—he knows Jason feels the same.

Jason, who for the first time in years, isn't holding himself back. Jason, who had spent the last two hours running through every memory of you in his head, trying to figure out how he went so fucking long without having you like that, how he ever convinced himself to not want you. Because he did.

And he won't fucking say it, won't admit it, won't even let the thought settle too deep in his chest, but yeah. Yeah, he feels it, too.

He watches as you swipe a thumb across your lips, catching a stray bit of sauce, your lashes fluttering with exhaustion as you sink deeper into Dick's side, and something inside him tightens.

Because this isn't just some random hookup. This isn't just some heat of the moment bullshit he can brush off and forget. This is you. And fuck, if that doesn't scare the shit out of him.

He exhales, dragging a hand through his hair before reaching for another slice, and Dick glances at him, something knowing flickering behind those bright blue eyes.

But neither of them say anything. Because there's nothing to say. Nothing needs to be said. This was the first time the three of you crossed the boundaries of your friendship.

But not the last.