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The Art of Rehabilitating Snowbirds Chapter 26

𓅪 After not hearing from Roy or Jason for five years, you suddenly find yourself taking in extra income as a babysitter for Roy and Jason's child.

𓅪 Rated: E | 5.5k  includes: public sex, deep-throating, threesome, roy eats u out and fucks you while jason fucks ur mouth

fem!Reader x Jason Todd x Roy Harper [masterlist]

Chapter 26: If You Ever Leave | ao3 - wattpad

Recovering from the boss fight takes weeks, but Jason and Roy are there with you every step of the way.

You move out of the penthouse and into a place you can all call your own. However, the lease only goes through the next year while the three of you settle down together and figure out what you’re doing long-term.

Though there’s technically a room for you, you sleep in their bed every night and they kiss you multiple times a day. It’s the fact that you haven’t once fucked since the motorcycle, let alone talked about where you all stand, that confuses the fuck out of you.

You want to be honest with them, you know, getting everything out in the open and all, but it’s so hard. 

Deep down, you’re still afraid that they only like you because you’ve always been so obviously infatuated with them. 

You and Roy have been using Damian’s private gym to rehabilitate your injuries, with Jason tagging along each time. It’s nice catching up with Damian and he seriously knows what he’s doing when it comes to physical therapy.

There’s a small medbay off to the side, which is where Jason currently has you held hostage. 

As Jason removes your stitches, you want to express your concerns, but only if Roy is present, too. 

“Is Roy still with Damian?”

You wince at a particularly rough pull, but he instantly soothes it away with a sweet kiss to your forehead. The chaste contact only reminds you of your current predicament: what exactly are the three of you?

“No, he’s in the showers,” Jason says with a quirk of his brow. “Why? Miss him?” You blush, choosing to look down at his handy work instead of responding. His calloused fingers halt briefly before finishing the job. 

When Roy walks in, towel slung around his shoulders, you know it’s time to address the elephant in the room.

Roy explains that Lian insisted on going with Damian and Jon to the library, which leaves the entire penthouse to just the three of you. It’s the first time you’ve all been alone since the night before the dockyard battle. 

If there’s ever a time to open up, it’s now.

Say it. 

“I’m,” you start, only to have your words cut themselves off. “I-”

“What, baby?” Roy’s concerned voice tickles at your ears. 

Both of them wear serious looks as if they somehow know what you’re about to say. Regardless, you’re still anxious about revealing your hand. 

“I’m,” you sigh, releasing years of pent-up doubts, miscommunication and second-guessings. “I’m afraid you don’t love me. That you just want to be loved and know you’re loved.” 

“Are those truly horrible things to want?” Jason and your heads shift in unison to stare at Roy’s unexpected response. “What?” he whines as he meets your dumbfounded looks with squinted eyes. “I’ve read Little Women,” you both still must not look convinced because he rolls his eyes. “Whatever. I think it’s about time we talked about what we are,” Roy starts, motioning between the three of you. “Like we, us."

Your mouth falters, not knowing what to say.

You feel like you’ve been obvious with them from the beginning, so it’s time for them to reveal their hand.

Jason looks at Roy, though this time, you know their shared eye contact is Jason asking for permission to reveal… well, you don’t exactly know what.

“Speaking for me first,” Jason starts, shifting uncomfortably. “God, this is so fucking mortifying to admit it, but,” he runs a distracted hand through his hair, “I’ve always had a thing for you. Ever since the first time we skipped, your quick-witted nature, the way you always had a retort for my dumb shit. You definitely caught my eye.” His emerald eyes flicker up to yours now as he walks forward and takes your hands into his. The way he looks at you is like it’s out of a movie, like he can’t ever imagine getting enough of you. “Hell, you’ve always had my attention, babe. I hate to admit it, it’s sappy as fuck, I know, but,” he sighs, “I’ve been hopelessly in love with you from the beginning.”

Jason turns to Roy now, motioning him over. Jason places your hand in Roy’s. The redhead stares down at the contact like he’s afraid of messing up after Jason’s stirring monologue. 

Roy’s eyes remain on your clasped hands as he shakily begins, “You’re beautiful.” You blush, your own eyes resorting down to your hands now, though they flicker up almost immediately to see if he’s looked up yet. He has. You gulp. “You’re intelligent, you don’t let anyone stop you, you’re a fighter, but most of all,” Roy exhales, eyes searching yours, “you loved me and supported me when I couldn’t even do it myself. In high school, I was a wreck, baby.” Roy pouts. “I treated you so wrong, I did you so fucking wrong and it haunts me every day. But this,” he gestures between the three of you, “you being here, your unwavering devotion, how you fucking -” he chokes up. Jason rubs him on the back, wiping away the tears he’d shed before clasping your hand again. “How you fucking treat my daughter like she’s your own.” He shakes his head like he can’t even believe it. “I don’t deserve you, princess.”

You squeeze both of their hands, reassuring them that their words mean everything to you.

Jason pipes up before you can voice your thoughts just yet, “Obviously, there were factors that kept us from revealing this to you before, but-”

Roy finishes where Jason left off anxiously. “Now that all of that is, uh, you know, out of the way,” Roy uncharacteristically stumbles over his words as he finally meets your eyes, “I guess we were just wondering what you think about the whole situation.”

Holy shit.

Your heart is palpitating out of your chest and you’re pretty sure they must be able to hear its erratic beating over the faint noise of traffic below.

“You’ve both really liked me from the beginning?” They nod at your question. “All along?” You’re breathless, no, speechless, at the revelation.

“Baby,” Roy starts like it’s the most obvious thing in the world, “we’ve wanted to bang you from the moment we started getting close to you. Right, Jay?” 

You snort, but Jason doesn’t seem amused that he resorts back to humor after such a serious moment. You don’t mind, though—not when they’ve both bared their hearts to you.

Jason elbows him, but you’re already pointedly butting in, “Must be why your first words to me were to call me a fat bitch, then, yeah?” 

Jason looks sheepish while Roy looks offended on your behalf, muttering under his breath, “Dude.” 

“You’re never gonna let me live that down, are you?” he winces, but you’ve been smiling the entire time, clearly fucking with him.  

“No amount of scones, Todd.” 

They mention having sex with you and almost kissing you a few times and the times they actually did kiss you, "How did you not pick up on what we were putting down? Even now, we literally fucked twice. How are you still questioning this, babe?” 

“I didn’t want to come between you.” 

“Little late for that,” Roy says, waggling his brows teasingly. “There’s not anything to come between when you’ve always been a part of this.” 

“So, you were jealous of Damian.” It’s their turn to squirm. “No way,” you say breathlessly at the revelation.

“Whatever, not our fault you’ve been attached to his side since we met.” 

You can hardly contain your eye roll. “And the two of you dipshits. When I wasn’t with Dami, I was in the library with you guys doing your homework for you.”

Library.

Huh.

Your brain itches as it tries to remember something, but what, you’re having trouble recalling.

“Roy’s homework,” Jason corrects you, but your mind is still stuck.

Library…

The note Jason had left in his book; ‘remember for them.’  

Had it really been about you and Roy after all?

“Remember for them," it’s all you have to say to get a reaction out of Jason.

His eyes flicker to Roy anxiously, who doesn’t seem to understand the new line of conversation. 

Jason, however, seems to know exactly what you’re talking about. “How the fuck do you remember that shit?” he questions.

You’ve hit the nail right on the head.

“I need to know who it was about,” you breathe. 

If he’d actually been thinking about it since then, you would be able to feel relief. You hadn’t been strung along the whole time. He’s loved you this whole time.

“Yes,” he confirms, somewhat embarrassed. “It was about the two of you.” 

You can hardly believe what you’re hearing.

“You mean to tell me this whole time we all could’ve been dating?” 

“You were too young!” Roy cuts in swiftly. “We both had our own issues, still do…” 

“So do I,” you snort, reflecting on the shit show that’s been the past few weeks. 

“And we’re so proud of you,” Jason earnestly says your name. “All mistakes aside, you’ve really handled this entire situation with an impressive amount of grace. You never once crumbled. You allowed yourself to cry, yes, but, ultimately, you stood tall.” Roy’s smirking at Jason now. “It really shows your level of maturity and how far you’ve come since the scrappy little asshole we first met.”

“I, for one,” Roy leans in like the Casanova he is, “love your little asshole.”

“I know the entire family is proud of you for how you handled the Joker, too, Jay-” Your eyes widen when your brain finally catches up to what Roy had said. “Wait, Roy. Love?” you exclaim in disbelief.

Roy’s charm immediately dissipates. He swiftly backs away, but your hand remains firmly around his.

Jason bites his lip as he ponders what to say next. “How would you want to go about this?” he asks.

They’re both staring at you, anxiously awaiting your response. You would laugh, you know, if you weren’t on the edge of your seat in anticipation, too.

“‘This’ being?”

You want to tease them a bit longer, finally content to not be on the receiving end of their torment. You’d consider the ‘this’ a relationship, but you need to hear it from them first.

“We’ve always discussed keeping our relationship open for you,” Roy says. “We just thought, y’know, after all the shit we put you through, that it’d never be an actual option.”

“But now that you’re here, neither of us can imagine a life without you.”

“Neither of us could live a life without you, baby,” Roy says. He looks up at you anxiously, squeezing your hand as he does. “Nor would we want to ever again.”

Speaking of...

“I was so depressed, you know, once I got past all the twinging pain of abandonment,” you start, leaving them to wince. “It was so triggering when abandonment is all I’ve ever known. After knowing what I know now, I don’t hold anything against either of you at all.” You draw them closer to you until they’re both sitting beside you on the mattress. “You’re both all I’ve ever dreamed about and I never thought I’d actually have the chance to be with both of you,” they both instantly look relieved, as if they’re finally able to breathe for the first time since the conversation started. “And, now that we’re all here, I really see no reason for any of us to be anywhere else.”

“Shit,” Roy exhales with a wide smile. “Okay, yeah. This is good.”

You can’t help but bashfully smile back. 

Good? This is everything you’ve ever wanted.

You look between them expectantly, causing both of them to panic. 

“Er,” Jason starts. He unsurely looks at Roy to speak, but he’s already looking Jason’s way for the very same reason.

You clear your throat in an attempt to hide your amusement, but it’s in vain. 

They’ve been so kind to open up to you, so you don’t mind taking the reins this time. “Does this mean the three of us are dating, then?”

You nearly laugh when their wide eyes land on you at the same time and probably would’ve had you not felt so anxious. Actually putting the words out there was a lot more daunting than you’d expected. Then again, it has been the accumulation of literal years. 

Everything’s finally falling into place. You can hardly believe it’s actually becoming official.

Roy responds with an eager shake of his head, “Hell yeah, we are.”

This communication and upfront is exactly what you’d always needed but had never gotten. 

You can finally close all previous confusion and finally, truly move into the future.

At his response, you snort, though Jason’s gentle hand along your jawline stops you. He guides your face to his, looking deeply into your eyes. “Promise you don’t hold anything against us?” Jason asks as if he’s afraid to hear the answer.

“The only thing I’ll ever hold against you is my body.” 

The mood instantly shifts.

“Y’know,” Roy starts as he languidly leans in, fingers tickling up and down the side of your arm as he does. “Now that we’re all officially dating, we do kind of need to christen it and all.”

“He’s not wrong,” Jason drawls, quirking a brow your way as he assesses your reaction. “Plus, we have the whole place to ourselves.”

You blink back at them, your boyfriends, innocently. “The sectional looks comfy,” you offer.

“Fuck, yeah,” Roy says, a wolfish grin spreading from freckled cheek to freckled cheek. “That’s hot.” He rubs his hands together greedily before he scoops you up and throws you over his shoulder. 

“Roy!” you yelp. You bat at his back half-heartedly as he gropes your ass all the way to the living room. 

It’s as if he hasn’t heard you because he continues on, “In front of those big ass windows too, you’re a fucking slut, aren’t you, baby?”

You shoot Jason, who’s trailing behind his- wait, your boyfriend, a deadpan stare. “A little help?” you try.

“Now,” the right side of Jason’s mouth quirks up cruelly, “what’d be the fun in that, babe?”

Fuck.

You’re so fucked.

You can’t help the pleased grin that spreads across your face as Roy deposits you on the cashmere soft leather couch. Jason sidles up next to him and they both gaze down at you like they can’t decide how they want to wreck you today.

You love it.

They share a devilish smirk before getting into position. Everyone is very much careful of battle wounds that remain even weeks later.

Jason stands over you, placing his hands on the newly replaced glass as he guides his hefty cock to the opening of your mouth. You feel his heat as his erection bobs up and down, teasing precome-like dewdrops across your lofty lips.  

At the same time, Roy maneuvers the cushioned leather ottoman right up to you so he doesn’t have to kneel on the ground. With length added to the couch, Roy’s now free to spread his knees and arch his ass as he leans down to eat you out, spreading your legs wide open as both support and leverage. 

The tip of Roy’s tongue teases along the crease of your lips, barely dipping deeper. When the tip finally breaches your wet heat, he fatly laps your entire cunt before teasing the top of your entrance. As he does, the arched middle section of his tongue teases your clit, not giving it nearly enough friction that you crave.

Jason suddenly turns around, one hand leaving the glass to get a better look as Roy expertly teases your wet cunt. The hand slowly trails up his scarred thighs as he gives his cock a few tugs. Roy’s emerald eyes blink open and immediately widen at the sight of Jason’s juicy ass.

Roy’s tongue is hypnotizing as it dips and flicks in all the right places. Roy pulls away from your cunt with a slurp, “I fuckin’ love Jay’s thighs, don’t you, baby?”

You lean forward slightly to pepper open-mouthed kisses along Jason’s thick thighs in lieu of a response, reveling in the way his breath hitches as you suck a hickey onto one. His dick twitches against your cheek and you can’t help but moan, deciding to leave more nice marks along his pale skin. You catch sight of Roy winking at Jason, then at you, before Jason shifts forward once again.

Your one hand holds onto the wild tresses of Roy’s hair like a lifeline as Jason guides his down your pliant throat.

His length slowly inches down your throat, giving you the delicious constriction you’ve been craving since the last time you’d fucked.

His thick, veiny cock slowly dips in and out of your mouth while your tongue trickles along the underside. Your lips catch against the head of his cock and suck lightly before flicking against his seeping slit. All the while, your eyes maintain eye contact with his searing emerald gaze.

Slowly he begins to fuck your throat deeper and deeper. Your eyes roll back in your head, struggling to take his thickness.

Roy finally circles around your clit. At the same time, Jason thrusts deep enough to draw tears from your eyes. You breathe out, your moan vibrating against Jason’s length. 

Speaking of vibrating, Roy’s finger increases the vibration speed on his prosthetic as the tip of the metal tickles as it hovers just above your clit. Your thighs keep, read: squish, Roy’s head in place as he continues to torment you with his skilled tongue. The ticklish thrum of an orgasm steadily sinks down into your lower stomach until you can no longer bear it.

Roy’s tongue flicks and laps you through the waves of pleasure that wrack your body. Jason, however, doesn’t slow his thrusts in the slightest. 

It’s exactly what you want. What you’ve craved.

You quickly become overly sensitive to Roy’s tongue and snap your thighs together, trapping his face in the process as you struggle away from his teasing. 

As soon as your legs stop trembling enough to part them again, Roy’s diving right back in. This time, instead of his tongue, he graces you with his leaking cock against your aching entrance. You’re still a bit sensitive, yet you can’t help but guide his tip further inside your tight heat.

He releases a shaky exhale and looks down at you with darkened eyes once he bottoms out. Roy shakes his head and fucking whimpers as he rests his forehead against your own. His orange hair tickles at your cheeks as your eyes search his lust-consumed ones.

“You’re so fucking wet, baby.” He shakes his head like he can’t believe it, leaving his cascading hair to trickle in its wake. “You want me to fuck your come into you, princess?” he asks through gritted teeth, as if it’s taking everything within himself to hold back from pounding into you. 

Jason pulls out of your throat shakily, panting as he allows you to respond.

“Only if you give me your come, too,” you respond, biting coquettishly at your bottom lip as you do. Both of them groan at the same time and you know you’ve said the right thing. 

You wiggle your hips downward to get more friction, but his firm, freckled hands on your hips stop you in your tracks. He seriously has the audacity to tease you when you’re already aching so badly for him. Roy’s tip barely breaches your slit, fucking into you with shallow, quick-paced thrusts that leave you crying out desperately for more.

“How bad do you want it?” Jason’s dark timbre sends your stomach flipping. He, however, doesn’t give you a chance to respond before he shoves his cock back into your tight mouth.

“Omph!” you startle around his length, though you quickly ease back into the fluid snaps of his hips. You only pull off to jack him off with your hand for a moment, spitting on the red tip of his cock before continuing your previous ministrations.

Jason removes one hand from the window to caress your cheek before smacking it lightly. You’re completely embarrassed by the needy whine you release in response.

You pull off Jason’s dick, panting as you do. 

“I want it so fucking bad, Roy,” you pant, eyes never once leave Jason’s darkened ones above you, all the while. “I want the both of you to fill all my little fuckholes and fuck me until I forget my name,” it comes out in a breathy rush, cut up between wanton moans, but they seem to get the point.

“Shit, baby,” Roy hisses. Meanwhile, you look between Jason’s thick thighs, watching as Roy’s cock enters further and further into your cunt with each thrust. “Our good girl has such a filthy little mouth, Jay.” 

“Should probably punish her then,” Jason says, flashing you a dark smirk. “Right, Roy?”

Your eyes widen, though your mouth opens expectantly for Jason to give you what you deserve. He groans at the sight of your open, fuckable mouth waiting for him. He smacks his heavy cock against your stinging cheek, smearing precome as he does before finally indulging by slipping between your sinful lips.

“One of us has to teach her a lesson,” he says. As if to prove his point, his soft hand comes down on your ass cheek. He delivers swift, painful pleasure that sends you reeling. 

“Fuck!" you cry out around Jason’s leaking dick. 

Jason grabs a fistful of your hair as your eyes go unfocused in pure ecstasy. “You take that shit,” he grunts out your name through gritted teeth. “Fucking cock slut. What are we going to do with you?”

At his words, Roy moans, hips sputtering as he finally gives you what you’ve been craving. He holds you down by your hip, placing his other hand on your lower stomach as he quickens his pace. 

“I can think of a few things,” comes Roy’s teasing response.

The pressure from Roy’s hands is in all the right places- places you’d never even known about until now.

With Roy fucking into you and Jason positioned standing over your torso, you’re completely filled.

Jason suddenly moans and stumbles a bit on the cushions. You break away from Jason’s face to see Roy’s face deep in Jason’s ass.

“Shit, Roy. A little warning,” Jason tries to sound annoyed, but with all his breathy moans, it’s easy to see through. 

Roy only eats Jason’s ass for mere seconds before Jason’s hand leaves the glass window, while the other tightens in your hair. He uses his grip to fuck your wet mouth with his cock as he rides out his orgasm.

“Coming all undone for our princess, Jay?” Roy’s thrusts are unrelenting, striking up against your g-spot with each snap of his hips.

When Jason’s hips are done twitching, he shakily reaches down to wipe stray come and spit that dribbles down from your swollen lips.

“Always,” Jason responds like a promise. He settles on your stomach, back to Roy, adding even more delicious pressure to the already steady building pressure Roy’s created. “Open,” Jason darkly demands.

You have no choice but to comply, making a show of the rest of his come you’ve collected. You visibly swallow as you accept his come-covered thumb, sucking the remaining seed from his finger lewdly with your eyes never once leaving his.

Before you can swallow again, Jason surges forward to capture your lips with his.

The kiss is sloppy, slightly salty with sweat and come and you can’t get enough. You let out a broken moan as wet noises take over the hum of the TV.

“I can’t,” you choke, breaking away, panting as you feel the eminent approach of another toe-curling orgasm. “Please, Roy!”

“Just like that,” Roy demands as his hips sputter. His voice is absolute velvet as he fucks you in all the right ways. “Beg for my cock just like that, princess.”

Jason goes between making out with you and whispering filthy things in your ear, loud enough for Roy to hear.

All the dirty talk is enough to send you and Roy over the edge at the same time. You feel his hot come filling every inch of your pussy and you grind against his dick one last time to make sure he’s giving it all to you.

Jason moves to slowly lap at your twitching cunt as soon as Roy pulls out. Jason makes a show of collecting the come that spills to your inner thighs. He gathers it all up into his mouth before spitting it into your already open one, “Swallow.” 

Your eyes widen owlishly, though you manage to follow his command, eyes flickering between your boyfriends as you do. You let out a pleased hum as your own come mixed with Roy’s trickles down your fucked throat.

Roy watches with a lazy smirk crawling across his freckled cheeks. “Such a good girl for us, aren’t you?” he praises gently.

Jason’s calloused fingers caress your jawline, turning your face to meet his head on for a toe-curling kiss. The fact that you know he can taste both of his lover’s come on his tongue only drives you crazier. You deepen the kiss, tickling your tongue against his until he guides it into his mouth with a teasing flick that draws a pleased sigh from you.

“Very good,” Jason agrees with a smirk as he pulls away, leaving you wrecked.

You relax back on the couch with a warm grin gracing your blushing face.

“Fuck, dude,” Roy groans as his naked body slumps beside you, “our sex game just reached a whole new level, Jay.” They then have the audacity to lazily high-five over your shallowly panting body. “Told you she was a freak,” he mutters cheekily with a playful nudge to your side.

“If you ever want to continue sticking your dick in me again, you might want to shut the fuck up, Harper.”

They both snicker.

“Fair enough, princess.”

•••

You’ve almost forgotten what normal life feels like, you know, without people constantly trying to murder you and shit.

Dick’s been off of patrol for the past few weeks, sporting a broken leg. This is Lian’s dream scenario, who requests the acrobat come over every other day.

Roy hadn’t been able to hold in your relationship for long, spewing about it to anyone and everyone who would listen.

It’s… cute.

“You know,” Dick hobbles over to the sectional, “you guys should get out of here, go on a date or something.” Jason makes to mention Lian, but Dick’s already waving him off. “I’ve got Lian, right babydoll?” 

She nods excitedly, motioning for him to turn around to braid his hair. It’s almost long enough to braid, just barely missing the mark.

Lian huffs, “Make your hair longer, Uncle Dick.”

“Uh,” he chuckles nervously, lightly pulling his shiny locks from her white-knuckled grip, “right on it, kiddo!” 

“Jay’s gotcha covered. He keeps a whole bunch of wigs stashed in our closet,” Roy teases and, much to Dick’s horror, continues on. “Just don’t go digging around in the boxes next to ‘em.”

“So wrong, Roy,” Dick mutters, shaking his head in disgust. “Seriously, so wrong on so many levels- I’m his brother,”Dick cuts himself off in the middle of whatever he’d been saying to exclaim the obvious. It’s as if Roy’s words alone are enough to make Dick puke at the very thought alone. If anything, Dick’s exaggerated response only adds to Roy’s shit-eating grin. “You know what?” he sounds plain exasperated now. “Just leave. Just go,” he closes his eyes with an annoyed sigh. When he opens them and the three are you are still standing there, he gives a deadpan glare before threatening, “Leave before I change my mind.” 

Jason seems to come to after the shock of Roy revealing their- your sex life to his brother. He rubs irritably at the space between his brows as if he now has a migraine. Avoiding Dick’s direction completely, Jason grabs both of your hands and hightails it to the car before Dick can make good on his threat.

“I can never look him in the eye again.” Jason glares at Roy. Roy, on the other hand, looks extremely pleased with himself. “You realize that, right?” Jason huffs in annoyance but still opens the car door for you. “Fuck you, Roy.” 

From the backseat, you wiggle across the front seat armrest to open both of their doors for them from inside. Neither seem to notice, however, as they’re both way too preoccupied with quarreling.

“I know, right?” Roy waggles his eyebrows obnoxiously. As he adjusts the rearview, he winks at you before asking, “Where to, gorgeous?”

•••

The diner is completely empty when you get there.

The jukebox loudly pounds out Tom Petty, nearly unbearably so, as the man leads you to a circular booth. It’s not your usual booth, but it sits right across from the one you’d originally sat at. This booth means you all get to sit next to and face each other at the same time.

They sit on either side of you, effectively squishing you with their muscular bodies.

It’s perfect.

You smile, beginning to absentmindedly kick your legs under the table in glee.

Same chipped flooring, same fake pies in the display, same big rip on your favorite booth. Everything’s the same, yet so different. 

Jason voices much of the same. 

“Different in a good way, though,” he clarifies as the waiter puts down your food and milkshakes. The waiter has barely turned around before Roy steals one of your fries and dips it in Jason’s milkshake. “Hey!” Jason protests.

“In the best way, Jay,” Roy responds through a mouthful of fries.

From underneath the tablecloth, both of their hands slowly trail up to the short hem of your skirt.

Jason’s calloused fingers reach your heat first, easily pushing aside the lace of your thong to run one of his thick fingers up and down the length of your slit. The touch is intoxicating, though not nearly giving you the friction your hips now desperately buck for.

Roy’s bionic hand secures around your thick thigh, holding you in place as Jason begins his torment. “Hold your moan,” Jason rumbles out your name as the server approaches.

“Everything looking good over here?”

“Really good,” Roy nods impishly as his verdant eyes lock mischievously onto yours. “Your food alright, princess?”

Jason chooses this moment to finally flick at your aching clit. 

You arch off the back of the booth, quickly coughing into your elbow to stifle your cry. “All good, yup,” you confirm weakly as Roy’s cool metal slips closer and closer to your leaking cunt.

The man’s eyes linger on you just a bit too long for Jason’s liking. You can hardly focus, though, with Roy’s bionic hand gently vibrating just above the hood of your clit.

Roy snorts at your boyfriend’s possessive behavior and gives the dude a thumbs-up with his free hand. It’s enough to have him stumbling away from your table, rambling and stuttering all the while. Though your server obviously knows what’s going on, Roy’s vibrations never falter in their teasing motions.

Once he’s out of earshot, you allow yourself to release the pent-up sigh that’s been lodged in your throat. “My fucking Magic Wand doesn’t even vibrate this fast, Roy,” it comes out a little breathier than you’d like, but you’re not in any position to complain. 

The longer Roy keeps teasing his fingers through your slick folds, the closer you are to coming.

“Shit,” he hisses and scoots close so your thighs are touching. “Shit, baby. Say my name just like that.” 

The jukebox blares out in time with your cries as Roy’s finger finally moves to directly stimulate your clit. Meanwhile, one of Jason’s slips inside your tight heat.

As you slink further down in the booth, Jason’s hands slip beneath the tablecloth to busy themselves with the provocative scene you’re putting on. He briefly searches around the restaurant before shoving his free hand down your bra to caress your tits. He glances up quickly again before shifting your top to expose them to the empty room.

“I think she’s actually getting off on this shit, Roy,” Jason’s dark timbre shakes every fiber of your vibrating being. “Like she’d let us fuck her right here and now in public.”

His words have your unfocused eyes rolling to the back of your head with a whine. 

You would.

That is… if you weren’t already seconds away from coming.

Roy chuckles lowly, abusing your clit all the while, “You like that, princess?”

You do.

“Fuck,” you curse. Your lower lip wobbles under their careful, teasing attention. Their every move is made to make you unravel until you’re nothing but a twitching mess sitting in the ruins of your arousal. “You’re both so good to me. I wanna come, please. Please, I want to come, JAY!”

Jason slips in a second finger that leaves you lewdly arching off the booth.

“Come.” His commandeering tone only further adds to your overstimulation.

You don’t care that you’re slightly drooling, only that you’re about to have one of the best orgasms of your life. Your hips snap forward, directly against Roy’s vibrating onslaught, until you have no choice but to come.

Your orgasm shakes your body with waves of fiery chills wracking your shaking body. Through it all, they continue their ministrations until you finally unleash the wanton moan, read: scream, you’ve been holding in.

By the time the food comes out, you’re all fully satiated and take it to go. Go, meaning you fuck in the minivan for another thirty minutes before going home to watch one of Jason’s favorite horror movies.

You easily slip into the remaining cracks in their life as if you were always meant to be here. The best part? You finally know it, too. There are no more doubts, no more confusion- only love.

It’s everything you’ve ever imagined. It’s the start of the new, the end of the old and all the beautiful moments in between. It’s everything you could have wanted and more.

It's truly a beginning, yet you can’t deny that the end is still somehow just out of sight. An insidious smoke still looms just below the surface, lying stagnant in wait for the perfect moment to bubble over and leak to the surface. 

A/N: ah! i can't believe it's over :( be sure to let me know what you think!!!

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The Art of Rehabilitating Snowbirds Chapter 17

𓅪 After not hearing from Roy or Jason for five years, you suddenly find yourself taking in extra income as a babysitter for their child.

𓅪 Rated: M | 2.8k includes: making up with damian or what I like to call ‘Brian and stewie locked in a vault episode’

fem!Reader x Jason Todd x Roy Harper [masterlist]

Chapter 17: Special Enough | ao3 - wattpad

“So, now you know,” Damian says. You nod, not sure what he's feeling. It's almost like he's completely shut off from you.

“What exactly do you know?” 

“Uh,” you scratch your head, “everything?” 

He squints at you, hands still poised behind his back as he assesses you. You shiver under his intense gaze but wish you hadn’t. His eyes flash with something you easily recognize as lust in response. 

“What do you want from me?” 

This is Damian being vulnerable, you realize and you want to be open with him too. 

“I want to end this.” You now know what you want now and you weren’t going to continue to string him along the way you had been.

“Then end it.” He looks at you expectantly. He seems so nonchalant, unperturbed, but you can’t help but wonder if his hands are twiddling behind his back. 

After all these years of unknowingly leading him along, missing all the signals, breaking his heart…

It’s now or never.

“I’m sorry,” you start, only to trail off as you collect your bearings. 

This is your best friend and it’s a really difficult situation. You know that what you say needs to be clear, honest and well thought-out. You can’t afford to botch the apology when there’s so much riding on it. 

You can practically see the emotion already rising to his usually blank face and realize any misstep, anything misspoken, could send the one constant in your life crumbling to ruins right before your very eyes. You wouldn't be able to live with yourself if so.

“What do you have to be sorry for?” You hear the guardedness in his voice.

“I did like you and, obviously, you’re attractive as hell.” You blush at the memories of the handful of nights spent together getting each other off, then never mentioning it again. Always in the dark and never daring to expose yourselves fully. “You just have a lot going on and so do I. There’s so much past between them and us.” His eye twitches lightly at your words without even having to mention their names. That signature spark of jealousy you're so used to seeing from him makes you shift uncomfortably. “I want to start clean with them and I think this is the first step,” you admit. 

“I see.” 

Without realizing it, you subconsciously try to change the subject. “Did you ask Jon out?” Your question pops out before you can stop it.

Damian’s obviously taken aback by the random shift in conversation after such a raw admittance. 

“Why do you care?” he asks curtly, sitting down finally but on the opposite end of his huge leather sectional. 

You get up and close the distance but leave enough space so that he doesn't feel smothered. He just looks away, seemingly more amused with the side table next to him than with you a cushion away. 

“I feel like you can already read me, maybe even better than I can read myself,” you say with a shrug. “So, I guess what I’m saying is, you already know why I care?” It comes out more like a question than anything.

He sighs in annoyance, “I can’t just read people.” 

“If you’re the Robin I suspect you are,” you’re the one squinting now, “you’re not just any Robin, you’re a trained assassin from the League.” 

He doesn’t look surprised, though he does seem a bit caught off guard by your quick-witted deduction. “So, you do know then.” You nod. “Took you long enough, I suppose.” 

He still refuses to look at you, so you repeat your earlier question about him and Jon.

He eyes you up and down before responding simply, “No.” 

“Why?” 

He turns slowly to you now as if he’s letting you in on a secret. “I’m not sure why, but you appear to be stopping me.” 

“Am not!” you protest with exasperation. “This is why I’m here, Damian- to end this.” It’s quiet as you take each other in as if you’re finally seeing the real person underneath after all this time.

Much like your random shift earlier, Damian swiftly changes the subject.

“You’d think finding out your childhood boyfriend was Robin would have you freaking out a bit more.” 

If only he’d been there to see you figure everything out.

“Oh, it did,” you laugh quietly, only to abruptly stop. “Wait- boyfriend?” 

“We were dating, weren’t we?” He quirks a brow at you as if he’s shocked that he even has to ask.

“See! This is what I’m talking about.” You can’t believe you couldn’t see it until tonight. “We had no communication and, in the end, we both just ended up getting hurt!” 

“I hurt you?” 

“Yes!” you admit, “I was so confused and I didn’t want to hurt you, but it seemed like everything I did just ended up doing so anyway. I love you, Damian. I always have.” You almost miss his light gasp as you gather his coarse hands into your own. “It may have changed meaning over time, but it still remains true. You’re my best friend at the heart of it and I will always love you.” 

“But you’re not in love with me.” 

That’s the question you’d been asking yourself all these years. 

“I think you’re very important to me, but I,” you pause, thinking back to how you’d technically never been asked out by him. Regardless, you’d done so much together… “No. I think it’s changed.” 

It was always so blurred. You were always so... unsure.

Now, you know you're sure.

“Perhaps,” he says.

“And what about you? What do you think about all of this?”

It's only been you divulging information, but you're dying to know what he's thinking.

“I think I missed my chance.” 

“Maybe,” you say, the words escaping from your lips before you can prevent them.

You suck in a shocked breath when Damian moves closer in an instant, invading your personal space with a familiar ease.

“Maybe?”

You let him. 

Maybe you- he … Maybe he needed this, one last kiss, to finally end things. 

His hand comes from behind his back to trickle along your jawline, flicking it upward to look at him. His intense honied eyes meet your own, silently asking for permission.

No.

No, you can’t.

It's a selfish slip-up. It leaves you wondering what the fuck you're doing giving into the same fucking cycle like this.

No. You won’t allow yourself to hurt anyone anymore. Especially not the people who had been there for you when no one else had.

“I can’t do this,” his name is barely a whisper on your breath. 

It’d be wrong. 

No, it wouldn’t just be wrong. It’d be a total betrayal not just of your friendship but of your ever-present feelings for Jason and Roy as well.

You shake your head as you shift backward to regain the space between you. He pursues forward anyway.

His hands find your face and your hands cover over top of his without thinking. “Why?” his voice cracks painfully. Your heart absolutely shatters. “Why am I not enough for you?”

“Damian,” you cut him off, “please don’t make it like this. You have Jon!”

If anything, you’d been nothing but supportive of him being with someone else- especially someone like Jon. It’s obvious Jon’s calm demeanor does wonders for Damian’s sometimes sporadic temperament. Though Damian isn’t necessarily an angry person, he doesn’t always know how to keep a level head. Jon, on the other hand, always seems to be the determining factor that evens out Damian’s tempestuous scales. It’s no secret that your relationship dynamic with him had been, well...

Turbulent.

Though you’d never really dated him, your relationship never had communication, which had ultimately led to jealousy and grudges.

Your relationship with Jason and Roy had always been taboo, not to mention unconventional and, yeah, turbulent too. But with the flood walls collapsing around their secret identities, it all finally seems to be going in the direction you’d always hoped for. 

After all these years and seeing them in this new light, Jason and Roy seem to have matured and figured out all the things that had made you so hesitant to be with them in the first place. They're no longer dancing around their sexuality, your ages align more appropriately, they’ve settled down and they finally, realistically, seem within reach. 

They have what they want in life and you want to be a part of it. You’ve made your decision and you’re sticking with it.

Speaking of want…

“I want you,” he hisses. “You’re all I’ve ever wanted.” Your stomach churns painfully, thinking back to what Stephanie said. “Why? Why can’t you just give in?” he pleads, his lip quivering all the while. “Why can’t you give in for me? What do they have that I don’t? I’ve never strung you along. I’ve always been there for you.”

“Dami,” 

“Don’t,” he snaps venomously. “You don’t get to call me that right now.”

“I’m sorry.” 

You mean it.

“You know, I actually believe you for once,” he laughs humorlessly. “So, you’re really done with me, then?”

“I’m not going to hurt you anymore. I’m here to end this,” you restate your intent. For yourself or Damian’s sake, you don’t know. You shake your head, allowing your hands to drop from his. “I’m sorry to have even caused any pain in the first place. I really didn’t mean to. Like, ever.” You hold up your pinkie, which he looks at distastefully until you finally lower it shamefully. “We were young and we still are, but I think we can get past, well, the past and still be friends. Damian, you mean so much to me and you really have something good going on with Jon. Don’t ruin that because of some lingering unknowns with me.” 

“Understood.” Damian nods sharply, though his hands continue to linger on you for seconds more before giving you a little more space. At least you're talking again. At least you’ve made it all somewhat right. “Then why try to kiss me, then,” he challenges with a glare. “Even now?”

You don’t mention that he was the one who made a move because you had nearly let him. You already feel bad enough about letting him get so close, but hearing how it'd obviously affected him stings at your heart. 

You’re supposed to be ending it, not leading him on more.

You blush. “I wish I had something that told me when I was making the right decision, but I don’t. I’m young and indecisive, but when I feel like…” you trail off, thinking of the unorthodox home you've managed to squeeze yourself into. “When I feel like I have something I need to keep, I know I need to do right by it wholeheartedly. At least this time around.”

You know he’s heard you, but he just takes in the moment pensively, running his index finger along his jawline. 

“Are you sure? There’s no coming back from this,” Damian whispers your name. 

You nod. “I know.” 

You do know. This all has to end before anything else can begin.

“And you’d truly do anything to do right by them?” his honied eyes flicker with one last ember of hope amongst the smoky rage.

“Everything in my power,” you remain firm.

“Very well,” Damian looks at you finally with a friendliness you’d come to miss ever since your spat, “back to business, then. I’m sure you’re curious about the coin.”

“What coin?” Your head tilts questioningly.

You see the beginnings of a smirk form on his tanned skin. He rifles around in a locked drawer in the kitchen before producing a thick, scratched-up coin.

“They didn’t tell you about the lead?” Damian asks with a thinly veiled smugness you choose to ignore.

Everything in my power. 

You've laid it all on the line and they're still hiding and omitting shit from you? Have you made a mistake putting all your eggs in Jason and Roy’s basket?

“No.” Your one word speaks volumes. He motions you over and you easily sidle up beside him to get a closer look. “Two Face,” you supply easily.

"Yes," he confirms your deduction. "I found it in your apartment right before the bomb went off."

Damn.

If Damian isn't keeping shit from you, who are you to keep anything from him?

“I’ve been doing some research of my own. I can’t help but think that it’s connected to the mugging and robbery that happened a month or so ago.”

“This goes deeper than a couple of lackey’s bruised pride,” he chides your naivety. “No, this is something more maniacal.” 

•••

When you get back to the apartment, Stephanie’s gone. However, Jason and Roy are on the couch with crossed arms and... Jason wears reading glasses?!

They eye you up like disappointed parents waiting for you to get home past curfew. Well, from what you’ve seen in the shows, at least. 

All you can focus on is checking them over to make sure they're okay. Your brief inspection proves that they're largely unharmed aside from a little cut on Roy’s stubble-covered chin.

You hadn’t forgotten that Damian had been the one to keep you in the loop even though they’d preached openness. Hell, you know Jason's still hiding something from you.

You sigh as you drop your bag to the floor by the entrance, rolling your eyes at Jason’s displeased grunt. You’d pick the dumb thing up in the morning. Right now, you have other pressing matters to attend to.

You make your way over to them with your hands held up in surrender. “Am I in trouble or something? You guys are in serious dad-mode right now.” They just look at you in the dim light from the one lamp in the room. Jason has the audacity to shift his glasses up the bridge of his nose as you approach Roy to inspect his cut from close up, “Why’s it always only you getting hurt?” you tease gently.

“You calling me a shitty fighter, princess?” 

“Just making an observation,” you say as you lean down and kiss the cut. It's not meant to be as close to Roy’s mouth as you got but, to be fair, the cut does come up right under his bottom lip. It really couldn’t be helped. “This one will definitely heal a lot faster than the other one, though, that’s for sure.”

Roy still just seems stunned you've just kissed him so close to his mouth.

“Soo,” he drawls out, finally seeming to collect himself, “you get any?”

You wish your glare would cut straight through his dumb fucking head. How can they remain so oblivious to your obvious affection and unrelenting devotion?

“No, actually, I didn't,” you admit, plopping down onto his lap as if to prove your point. “Still just as sexually frustrated as I was when I left.”

You watch Roy bite his lip, undoubtedly biting back the urge to say some dumb sexual shit you know you’d eat up.

“Missed out on getting laid by thee Boy Wonder?” he laughs, but it falls flat. “Color me surprised.”

“Try not to sound so jealous about me seeing my friend, Roy. You’d think the two of us were dating or something,” you say. It’s your turn to roll your eyes. “Besides, sure seems like I’m a lot closer to your dick right now than his, anyway, right?”

He gulps under your slitted gaze. 

It feels good to be the one leading the teasing rather than being on the receiving end of it. Example being: earlier this morning with Roy’s dumb housewife comment. You were still recovering from the embarrassment…

“Yeah,” he eventually manages and shifts under your weight before lifting you up like you weigh nothing. 

He plops you down next to him before swiftly replacing the empty spot in his lap with the pillow next to him, holding onto it in place like a lifeline. That is until Jason practically skips over to snatch it from his grasp. 

“Hey! Fuck you, bro. Put that back!” 

“Don’t call me ‘bro,’ bro.”

When Jason lets go, Roy yanks back at the same time. Roy grunts as he falls backward into your lap. 

You look down at his worried face, then to the tent in his boxers.

“Oh.” You’re officially rendered speechless. Maybe causing embarrassment isn’t all it’s cracked up to be…

It's your turn to bite your lip as you imagine his aching cock that strained just below the thin fabric. Roy doesn't miss this as he sits up and draws you languidly to his lap again, though this time, just out of reach of his current predicament.

“What you said earlier about it being connected,” Jason's coarse voice draws your attention away from his boyfriend. “We think it’s an organization of multiple big hitters possibly.”

“Remember when Jason said you were right and you said you knew?”

“Yeah.” How could you forget when you’d almost shot Jason (as Red Hood) in the back?

“Well, we need your help.”

“With what?” you ask, shifting on Roy’s lap to better look at him, but Jason’s voice is the one that stirs again.

“What do you mean?” Jason looks at you incredulously. “You said you knew.” 

���Yeah,” you state like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “I just like people telling me I’m right.” 

Roy laughs, jostling you as he smacks the side of your thigh as he finally speaks up on the matter, “Well, we need your help hacking into shit. You’ve got the biggest brain around here, so you’d really be helping us out.” The way Roy phrases it is like they assume you’ll automatically say no, but you don’t really have any reservations. You want to get to the bottom of this just as much as they do.

“Oh.” You look between the two of them, half wondering if it's a joke, half wondering if it's a dream. You're going to be the guy in the chair for these two badass vigilantes? 

Oh, hell yeah.

“You don’t have to,” they start to offer you an out, but you wave off their concerns with ease.

You see the reassurance in their eyes and know your answer.

“Let’s do this.”

A/N: poor dami, also jason and roy are so jealous... i love it...

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