#jayroy x reader

The Tag Teaming

Clark’s superhuman stamina means he can keep you coming until you’re trembling, while Bruce times your orgasms like he’s strategizing a mission.

One holds you down while the other ruins you. Sometimes it’s Clark pinning your wrists above your head with no effort at all, sometimes it’s Bruce tying you up with silk and growling orders.

Bruce loves whispering filthy things in your ear while Clark makes you moan loud enough to shake the walls.

Positions & Play

They love you on your knees, Bruce fucking your throat while Clark fucks you from behind, each one making you choke and whimper for different reasons.

Bruce gets off on watching Clark stretch you open, muttering “look at you taking him so well” while he strokes himself, waiting his turn.

Clark adores missionary because he can look into your eyes, but Bruce? He prefers you bent over, ass red from his handprints. With both? You’re getting flipped around until you don’t know which way is up.

DP is absolutely on the table. Clark gentle and overwhelming, Bruce rough and relentless, you’re not lasting long.

Their Favorite “Games”

Bruce makes rules (“don’t cum until I say”), and Clark loves “accidentally” breaking them by making you lose control under his mouth or cock.

Clark has a thing for holding you in his lap, bouncing you on his cock while Bruce kneels between your legs and licks you both clean.

Bruce loves toys; vibrators, plugs, restraints. While Clark prefers to use his body, tongue, and strength. Together? Overstimulation city.

Their Roles with You

Bruce is your Daddy Dom, telling you exactly what to do and punishing you if you disobey.

Clark is your sweet Dom, showering you in praise and affection while still fucking you into the mattress.

They both love hearing you call them by different names… Daddy for Bruce, Sir or Good boy Clark when you’re feeling bratty (and yes, Bruce smirks every time you top Clark just a little).

Aftercare

Clark’s the one who scoops you up, bathes you, brushes your hair, makes sure you drink water.

Bruce runs damage control, checking every mark he left, applying ointment if they broke skin, giving you medicine for soreness, quietly stroking your back while Clark cuddles you close.

You end the night sandwiched between them, completely wrecked but utterly safe.

BirdFlash

The Dynamic

Dick and Wally are best friends first, which makes the whole relationship extra natural. You’re not caught between them, they love the idea of sharing, hyping each other up, and making you the center of attention.

It’s playful competitiveness 24/7. They’ll literally argue over who makes you moan louder, who can make you laugh harder, or who you cuddled longer last night.

They’re a perfect contrast in bed, Dick is sensual, deliberate, all control and teasing, while Wally is fast, messy, and overwhelming. Together? They keep you on the edge between soft worship and overstimulation.

It’s playful competitiveness 24/7. Their competitiveness absolutely bleeds into sex. Who makes you cum harder, who gets more moans out of you, who you cling to tighter

The Tag Teaming

One of them eats you out while the other makes out with you, keeping eye contact with each other over your body. Very smug, so shameless.

They love having you in the middle. One behind, one in front, and you don’t stand a chance, every nerve ending is getting attention.

Wally is addicted to speed. Fingering you so fast you can’t breathe, or eating you out until you’re crying. Meanwhile, Dick is the one who holds you down, murmuring “take it, sweetheart.”

They love edging you together. Dick holding you in place, whispering praise while Wally pulls away at the last second with a cheeky “oops, not yet.”

Positions & Play

Double penetration? Yeah, they’re curious enough and competitive enough to make it happen. Dick’s the one careful and steady while Wally is greedy and rough. You don’t walk for days.

Dick loves having you ride him while Wally mouths at your chest, thighs, neck… anywhere he can reach.

Wally’s favorite thing? Eating you out while Dick’s fucking you, he gets off on seeing you lose control twice over.

Their Favorite “Games”

Wally’s speed means he’ll vibrate his fingers or tongue just right, and Dick smirks because “that’s cheating, man.” You don’t care, you’re screaming.

They love overstimulation, switching places without warning so you don’t know who’s inside you, who’s touching you, just that you’re theirs.

Aftercare (because they’re good boys at heart)

Wally is out of bed in seconds, bringing water, snacks, a damp cloth. Dick keeps you tucked in his arms, kissing your face while you come down.

They both spoil the hell out of you afterward. Praise, cuddles, food, a bath - whatever you need.

JayRoy

The Dynamic

Jason is rough, possessive, mine mine mine.

Roy is playful, teasing, and loves making you laugh even when you’re falling apart.

Together? They’re absolute menaces, dirty talk, bruises, bite marks, and a whole lot of reckless passion.

The Tag Teaming

Roy loves watching Jason fuck you, smirking as he says “She’s not gonna last, Jay.” Jason growls back, “She’s gonna take it, aren’t you, baby?”

One of them is always using their mouth while the other’s inside you. Jason eating you out while Roy fucks you deep, or Roy sucking bruises into your chest while Jason pounds you into the mattress.

They switch roles constantly, you’ll never know if you’re gonna be split open, pinned down, or worshipped until it happens.

Positions & Play

They love you in the middle. Jason behind, Roy in front, and you’re overwhelmed in the best way.

Roy’s favorite? Eating you out while Jason sits back and watches, giving lazy orders like “make her scream, Harper.”

Jason’s favorite? Spreading you out across his lap while Roy kneels in front of you, so he can spank you raw and still watch Roy finger you until you cry.

DP is absolutely on the table, especially when Jason’s possessive streak flares. He wants to fill you completely so no one else ever can.

Their Favorite “Games”

Roy teases, light touches, slow kisses, “oops, not yet.” Jason punishes, rough thrusts, spanking, filthy growls in your ear.

They’re so vocal. Jason groans and growls, all filthy dirty talk. Roy’s a shameless moaner and loves narrating what’s happening, “God, she’s dripping, Jay. You feel that?”

They love overstimulation. Jason holding you down by the throat while Roy eats you out until you’re crying, or Roy fingering you open fast while Jason fucks your mouth.

Their Roles with You

Jason’s the protector/dominant,he likes knowing you’re completely his.

Roy’s the wild card, sometimes sweet, sometimes bratty, sometimes making you cum just to see Jason scowl and say “I wasn’t done with her yet.”

They both mark you- hickeys, bites, scratches. You’re not going anywhere without proof you’re theirs.

Aftercare

Jason runs hot and cold, he’ll growl through the sex, but afterward he’s the one carefully cleaning you up, pressing quiet kisses to every bruise he left.

Roy is pure softness, snacks, cuddles, jokes until you’re giggling in his arms.

You always end up tangled between them, Jason’s arm heavy over your waist while Roy strokes your hair.

TimKon

The Dynamic

Tim is calculating, obsessive, strategic. He loves control and knowing exactly how to unravel you.

Conner is enthusiastic, affectionate, big puppy energy, he just wants to please you, all strength and desperation.

Together? You’re the rope in a tug of war between “I’ll ruin you carefully” and “I’ll ruin you right now.”

The Tag Teaming

Tim is the one edging you until you’re sobbing, then nodding for Conner to finally let you cum, he’s a tease, but Conner never says no to giving you what you need.

Conner loves holding you up with that Kryptonian strength while Tim does filthy things to you, tying you up, playing with toys, whispering the dirtiest shit in your ear.

They’ll both watch each other with you. Tim gets off on directing Conner, and Conner gets off on seeing how wrecked you are between the two of them.

Positions & Play

Conner’s favorite: you riding him, bouncing in his lap while he grips your hips tight, and Tim kneeling behind you, kissing your neck, whispering, slipping his fingers between your legs.

Tim’s favorite: you on your stomach, Conner holding your wrists to the mattress, while he fucks you slow and deep until you’re begging for more.

DP is definitely happening here. Tim precise and slow, Conner greedy and desperate. You’re stretched, filled, and completely undone.

Their Favorite “Games”

Tim sets rules (“Don’t cum until I say”) and Conner loves watching you squirm to follow them, whispering encouragement while Tim smirks like the bastard he is.

They’ll absolutely roleplay “good cop/bad cop” in bed, Tim threatening you with punishment if you disobey, Conner softly begging you to be good for them.

Tim LOVES toys. Vibes, plugs, cuffs. Conner LOVES using his strength, pinning you with one hand, holding you in the air while he fucks you.

Mutual obsession: they both love marking you. Hickeys, scratches, bruises. Tim neat and hidden, Conner messy and obvious.

Their Roles with You

Tim is the cold, calculating dom, the type to make you cry just from denial, then kiss your tears away.

Conner is the pleaser dom, he wants you to feel good, to cum as much as possible, to know how much he worships you.

Together, they’re devastating. Tim pushes you to the edge, Conner makes sure you fall apart in the sweetest way.

Aftercare

Tim insists on checking every mark, soothing lotion over red skin, muttering soft apologies against your hair.

Conner tucks you against his chest, feeds you snacks, kisses you all over until you’re giggling.

Sandwich cuddles are mandatory, you between Tim’s quiet heartbeat and Conner’s warm chest, their arms tangled around you.

DamiJon

The Dynamic

Damian is intense, possessive, commanding. He has that control freak streak, and in bed it shows. He wants everything just so, and he thrives on making you beg.

Jon is sweet, eager, devoted. He’s the pleaser, always wanting to touch, taste, and worship you until you can’t take it anymore.

Together? They balance each other frighteningly well, Damian pushes, Jon soothes, and you’re their battlefield.

The Tag Teaming

Damian takes his time, slow, deliberate thrusts, cruel edging. While Jon overwhelms you with his strength and eagerness, eating you out until you’re sobbing or fucking you until you see stars.

They love having you in the middle, Jon holding you up like you weigh nothing, Damian using you however he pleases, his mouth against your throat whispering filth in your ear.

Damian loves ordering Jon around in bed- “faster,” “hold her still,” “don’t let her cum until I say.” Jon lives for it, grinning like he’d follow every command.

Positions & Play

Jon’s favorite: you straddling him, bouncing on his cock while he grips your waist, his big hands guiding you, his mouth sucking marks into your chest. Damian kneels behind you, smirking, stroking you or slipping a toy in just to watch you fall apart.

Damian’s favorite: you tied down, blindfolded, Jon between your thighs worshipping you with his tongue until you’re shaking, and Damian calmly stroking your hair, making you say his name before you cum.

DP? Definitely, Damian taking control, Jon filling you up with his strength. You don’t survive it without your legs giving out.

Their Favorite “Games”

Damian thrives on denial, holding a vibrator against you until you’re crying for release, only to pull it away. Jon swoops in with praise, begging for you to cum because he can’t stand to see you in tears.

They love overstimulation. Jon’s super-speed tongue/fingers + Damian’s cock = you’re crying, screaming, trembling while they smirk at each other over your ruined body.

Damian dirty talks like it’s a weapon, sharp, filthy, degrading. Jon praises you to death, telling you how good you are, how beautiful you look falling apart. Together? You’re torn between heaven and hell.

Their Roles with You

Damian = strict dom. Expect commands, punishment, and possessiveness.

Jon = pleaser dom. He worships you, dotes on you, and makes sure you know you’re adored.

Together = Good cop/Bad cop in bed. Damian makes you cry, Jon kisses the tears off your cheeks. Damian spanks you, Jon rubs your back while you sob against him.

Aftercare

Damian pretends he’s aloof but is meticulous in checking every mark, every bruise, massaging ointment into your skin with soft mutters in Arabic.

Jon is cuddles, snacks, kisses everywhere. He’ll wrap himself around you like a big blanket, warm and unshakable.

You always fall asleep tangled between Damian’s steady heartbeat and Jon’s giant body heat.

RoyWally

The Dynamic

Roy is filthy, reckless, and playful. He loves getting you messy, marked up, and begging.

Wally is teasing, fast, and greedy. He wants you as many times as possible, as loud as possible.

Together? They egg each other on, laughing at how ruined you are and competing to see who can get you off more.

The Tag Teaming

They thrive on taking turns, Roy bending you over, spanking you raw while Wally fingers you with that impossible speed until you collapse.

One goes down on you while the other’s in your mouth, trading cocky comments like “she moaned louder for me, dude” while you can barely breathe.

They love spit-roasting you. Wally fucking your throat while Roy pounds you from behind, both groaning about how perfect you feel.

Positions & Play

Roy’s favorite: you sprawled on his lap, crying from overstimulation, while Wally kneels between your legs and makes you cum again with his tongue in seconds.

Wally’s favorite: you riding him while Roy kneels behind you, kissing your neck, tweaking your nipples, whispering filthy encouragement until you’re crying out for both of them.

DP is absolutely on the menu. They’re competitive enough to insist you can handle both, and smug enough to prove it right.

Their Favorite “Games”

Roy loves dirty talk and degradation—“Look at you, baby, fucked dumb on us”, while Wally piles on the teasing praise, “You’re so good for us, sweetheart, c’mon, give us another one.”

Wally uses his speed to absolutely wreck you, fast thrusts, vibrating fingers, quick kisses all over your body. While Roy slows it down just to edge you cruelly.

They LOVE pushing you into overstimulation. One won’t stop even after you’ve cum, because the other eggs him on: “C’mon, she can take another. Right, baby?”

Their Roles with You

Roy = filthy dom/brat tamer. He thrives on making you blush, beg, or roll your eyes before he ruins you.

Wally = playful dom/pleaser. He’s cheeky, greedy, and obsessed with making you cum as much as possible.

Together = chaos doms. They’ll laugh at how wrecked you are, but it’s all love and worship underneath.

Aftercare

Wally zips away to grab you snacks, water, maybe even a smoothie because “you need energy, babe.”

Roy is lazy but thorough, cleaning you up, pulling you into his chest, muttering soft reassurances against your hair.

They both tangle you in bed, leaving hickeys everywhere you can’t hide them, because they love when everyone knows you’re theirs.

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Man’s best friend? Sure. In this case, the mutt taking up your precious, precious couch is none other than Roy Harper.

Your words make Jason bristle, cutting through the silence in the kitchen, save for the raindrops tapping against the window.

“Baby, stop calling him that.” Jason rubs a hand over his face, keeping his voice down as he hesitantly glances over his shoulder, staring at the couch, “he’s my best friend.”

“C’mon, be nice.” Jason swallows, crossing his arms over his chest.

“I have been nice.”

It’s not that you dislike Roy. He’s been basically stuck to Jason’s side for years now. Friendships are important, you get that, your own friends mean the whole world to you too.

You’re just not sure what it is, maybe it’s the third wheeling, maybe it’s how he’s a bit of a walking disaster - tonight being proof of that. It could be how you’re rarely able to get a moment's peace, or how he doesn’t even hide how he stares at you.

You’d have to be blind as a bat to miss the way Roy eyes you, and you know your boyfriend. You know he picks up on these things.

See, Jason wouldn’t hesitate to put a man in the hospital if they glanced at you the wrong way.

But not Roy. He’s never mad at Roy, not for something like that.

Usually, you’d be able to feel the tension rolling off of Jason in waves. But not when Roy stares. Jason just looks the other way.

You’re not the only one Roy has an eye on.

You can’t place it, you can’t make accusations - that would be really unfair, besides Jason is the love of your life.

Maybe you oughta claw Roy’s eyes out.

“Doll, c’mon.” his eyebrows are knit together, taking a few sheepish steps toward you. His chin comes to rest atop your head, arms sliding under yours to wrap around your torso.

“He’s my best friend, alright? His girlfriend just broke up with him.”

You stare down at the sugar granules left in the bottom of your cup, and then over at the doorway - catching a glimpse of the couch.

You hate how Jason’s always able to wear you down like this.

“You’re so lucky I love you, you know that?”

That has Jason letting out a sigh of relief, his one of his hands sliding down to drum his fingers against your hip.

“I know, I love you too.” He murmurs into your hair, his palm coming down against your ass in a light smack, as if to ease the mood.

Shaking your head, you lean back against the counter, watching as Jason makes his way over to your not-so-welcome visitor, currently lounging around on your couch like he owns the place, their conversation out of earshot.

“So?” Roy lifts his head up, awkwardly drumming his fingers against his knee.

“She said you can stay the night, just don’t piss her off.”

“Ooh, will she hit me if I do?”

“She’ll castrate you, probably.” Jason blinks, unamused.

“Promise?”

Noticing how curt Jason is being, Roy tilts his head. He’s grateful for your leeway - but that isn’t exactly what he’s getting at here.

“..you didn’t ask, did you Jaybird?” he huffs, almost exasperated as he slumps his head back against the cushion.

“Harper, don’t be a dick.” Jason hisses, reaching a hand out to give Roy’s face a shove, his brows knit together.

“What if she rips my balls off?”

Roy smirks, rolling his eyes.

“Oh, what a loss to the world that will be.”

“She’s got you on a leash man, I’m jealous.” He snickers, only to be hit with another shove to the shoulder that makes him wince.

“I’ll have you know I’m very happy on my leash.” Jason’s brows furrow, mumbling under his breath.

“I know. You’re like totallyyy glowing and haven’t been beating the shit out of me recently!” Roy offers a mocking sweet grin, soon wiped off his face when Jason gives his hair a yank, making him crane his head up.

“Oh! You pull these moves on your girlfriend?”

“Fuck you, Harper,” Jason grumbles, giving his hair another yank before reluctantly letting him how.

“Yeah? I’m waiting.”

“You doin’ alright, doll?” Jason murmurs, keeping his voice low as he cracks your bedroom door open a little, features softening when he’s met with the sight of you sat up by your vanity table, gently cleansing your makeup away.

“Yeah, gettin’ ready for bed.”

“This early?” He raises a brow, picking up a random perfume on your table, slightly puzzled by the fact it’s encased in a pink and gold high heel as the bottle.

He knows nothing about perfume, or beauty for that matter. But he knows that you wear that one a lot. And he knows that this one specifically smells like almond cookies and flowers.

“Yeah, meetings tomorrow.” You frown, gently swatting his hand away before he manages to manhandle the rest of your precious perfume collection.

“Stressed?” He raises a brow, resting his large hands upon your shoulders, watching as you wipe the cotton pad across your soft skin.

“Not really, just fed up.”

He nods, leaning down to press a small kiss to your shoulder.

“You wanna come down for a drink?”

“I have to be up early.” you remind him, reaching to toss the cotton pad into the trash.

Okay, maybe it’s not that early, but you have better shit to do than to sit around and drink beer with him and his degenerate of a friend. It’s a Tuesday night, has the world lost its collective mind altogether?

“One drink?” he presses on, gently running his fingers up your arm.

“You’re lucky I love you.”

One drink turned into two, and two turned into three - remarkably fast.

You’re not sure what they’re talking about, you don’t really care. You’re preoccupied with reaching for another beer.

You’re content with being sat up on your boyfriend’s lap as he lazily bounces his knee, one of his warm hands on your hip as the other holds a cold bottle, mindlessly dragging it up and down the inside of your thigh as he and Roy talk.

Okay, maybe Roy isn’t so bad when Jason’s around.

You feel bad for a split second, perhaps a little bit guilty. You’re sitting up all giggly in Jason’s lap when you remember Roy’s only here because his girlfriend broke up with him.

He hasn’t mentioned anything, so it shouldn’t surprise you. He probably doesn’t wanna start dumping out all of his problems on you guys.

“You okay?” Jason arches a brow when he feels you shifting awkwardly in his lap, his grip on your hip tightening by a fraction.

“Yeah, it’s just-“ you clear your throat, trying to ignore the not-so-subtle feeling of his hard-on under you as you glance at Roy.

“He doesn’t mind, baby.”

“Right, Harper?” he glances over at Roy, currently preoccupied with trying to get another beer open.

“Me? Nah, I’m peachy.” Roy clears his throat, staring down into the bottom of his bottle “I’m rooting for you guys.”

That makes you smile, Jason smirks.

“Ah, thank you my dear best friend.” He scoffs, lightly running the bottle up your thigh as he stares at Roy on the other side of the sofa-bed.

“The one guy I know who manages to swing both ways and still miss.”

“Low blow, jaybird.”

Jason shrugs, leaning over Roy to reach for another beer.

“I’ll show you a low blow.”

You glance back at your boyfriend and then at Roy, tilting your head to the side.

“You two okay?”

Roy clears his throat, leaning back against the cushions with a small shrug, glancing down into his beer and then over at you.

“Never better.”

You nod quietly, leaning back against Jason once more, you’re not sure what’s changed in the room in the last couple of seconds - you didn’t hear what Jason said, but it’s obvious.

There’s definitely something going on here.

And Roy Harper is definitely eye-fucking your boyfriend.

“Okay,” you break the tense silence, shifting to move off of Jason’s lap “I’m gonna go get more beer-“

“Nah, we have a couple more bottles here.” he shakes his head, catching the drawstring of your shorts in his fingers so you don’t get up.

Roy stares at Jason, grip on his bottle tightening.

Jason doesn’t say anything for a hot minute, lightly bouncing you in his lap as he rests his chin on your shoulder.

There it is again, that feeling. It’s like they’re hiding something from you.

You’re a little loose-lipped at this point, the alcohol getting to you quicker than usual - maybe it’s cause you’re tired.

“Roy,” you break the silence, lips pulling into a sleepy little grin.

“Uhuh?”

“You tryna fuck my boyfriend or what?” you joke, slumping back against Jason - his grip on your waist tightening immediately.

See, the answer isn’t exactly a no.

Roy doesn’t say a word, avoiding your eyes until Jason leans down slightly, his breath hot against your neck.

“It’s not me he wants.”

Jason Todd you knows you love him more than anything in the world - he’s the luckiest man alive.

Long story short, that’s how you ended up with your boyfriend’s rough hand at the back of your neck while he fucked you from behind - forcing you to keep your head up and your mouth open as his best friend fucked your throat.

“Don’t even think about it,” Jason’s breath is ragged as he catches Roy’s wrist, stopping him from grabbing the ends of your hair - only Jason is allowed to do that.

“You got a pretty hot girlfriend, you know that?” Roy pants nonetheless, pulling back ever so slightly to glance down at your fucked out expression.

Your tits are all but falling out of your shirt, tears at the corners of your eyes. You’re a mess, to put it plainly.

You’re pretty much convinced the only thing even keeping you upright is Jason, one hand digging into the soft flesh of your hip - sure to leave a smack right across your ass if you lean forward over to Roy a little too much.

“Don’t get used to it Harper.”

“Why not?” He pants, a little breathless as he pulls his hips back for a moment to glance down at you before slapping his cock back onto your tongue.

“Your girlie seems to like it.” Roy murmurs, hand slowly finding its way back into your hair - not pulling, just to mess with Jason.

“I’ll fuck you up after this.” Jason’s brows furrow, blunt nails biting into your lower back as he pushes his hips forward, biting back a small grunt.

The action has you letting out a muffled whine, Roy’s cock pushing down your throat as you helplessly claw at the pillows below you.

“Heh, f-fuck,” Roy’s head falls back slightly, trying to keep himself together despite your mouth around him, drooling around his dick.

“She doesn’t even gag.”

It’s true, you don’t.

That’s all thanks to Jason though, a rough hand finding your ass in a sharp smack, your legs barely able to keep your body upright as your knees press into the mattress.

“I know.” He breathes out with another mean thrust, almost proud - causing you to nearly lose your balance altogether.

He really is proud of you though, in every sense of the word, Jason loves you more than anything.

But the fact you’re willing, eager to drop to your knees and take his best friend's dick down your throat? Just to make Jason happy?

That just makes him cocky.

Jason’s hand is quick to grab at your hair, craning your head back to pull you off of Roy’s cock for a moment, a messy string of spit breaking.

“Real pretty too, ain’t she?” His words are strained, punctuated with messy thrusts into your cunt as he tilts your head around in his grip, letting Roy stare down into your teary eyes like he’s showing you off.

“Your throat hurtin’ yet, slut?”

Normally you’d scoff at something like that but you can’t bring yourself to even think, let alone argue - considering you’ve been drooling on Roy’s cock for what feels like hours.

Your chest heaves, barely managing to croak out a soft “no” - you can keep going, you know you can.

“No? Good girl,” Jason feels that little pang of pride again, gently stroking the back of your neck with his thumb before pushing your face back to where it was, his friend's leaking cock lightly smacking against your cheek as Roy fumbles to get it back into your mouth.

Roy bites the insides of his cheeks, legitimately trying not to go cross-eyed when he feels your mouth on him again, tip of his dick slamming against the back of your throat.

“S-she always been like this?”

“Nah,” Jason groans, head tilting back slightly as he pulls out just enough to make you whine before slamming back into your cunt.

“I just fucked her up a little,”

“Really?” Roy swallows, cheeks almost as red as his hair.

“Really.” Jason nods “you think just any girl can pull shit like this?” his head tilts to the side, hand automatically swatting at your thigh when he feels your legs are starting to tremble again.

“It’s all me, right sweetheart?” He hums, glancing down at you lazily to see you trying to nod, even though you’ve got a mouth full of cock, spit dripping down your chin.

“Fuck,” Roy lets out a shallow breath, shaky hands gripping your shoulders so hard his knuckles are almost going white.

“You know,” Jason trails off, gently dragging his hands up your hips before smacking your ass again “You could’ve tried talking me into this earlier.”

“I tried,” Roy manages a small laugh at that, eyes squeezing shut as he feels your tongue dragging along him again - losing his train of thought “f-fuck, her mouth is so fucking hot,”

“I bet,” Jason hums, one hand slipping down between your legs to catch your clit between his fingers, gritting his teeth when you whimper around Roy’s cock, your pussy throbbing around Jason.

He’s been there, he’s done that. Of course he has.

Roy feels a little jealous. Not like he has any right to, whatsoever.

You’re not his, Jason is making that abundantly clear with each mark across your skin, each mumbled praise, each glance down at you to make sure you’re still okay.

It has his hand finding your neck, whole body flushed as he fucks your throat that little bit harder, your eyes rolling back dumbly - not a thought in that brain.

Jason has the nerve to smirk, watching Roy with a raised brow as he runs his fingers over your clit in time with his thrusts.

“You tryna outfuck my slut, speedy?”

That makes him bristle, Roy knows damn well he’s not even fucking you, not really.

“S-shuddup,” He doesn’t have enough focus left to answer properly, hips stuttering as his hand slides up and down your throat - almost like he’s trying to feel himself in there.

“You so are,” Jason mumbles, slowing his pace a tiny bit to focus on how you flutter around him, how good you take his cock.

“Wishin’ it was you?”

“No.” Roy manages to croak, trying to keep his grip on your neck tight and not focus on how your back arches against Jason, or the fucked out little slurs of your precious boyfriend's name around his dick.

It’s a little fucked up in all honesty, the two of them yapping all about you like you aren’t even there.

“You wanna fuck my girlfriend, Harper? Slam your cock into this tight fuckin’ cunt?” Jason pants, hand leaving your pussy to your dismay, reaching over you to yank Roy’s face closer.

“Yeah,” Roy sniffles under his breath, trying not to blow his load in your mouth right then and there with Jason’s hand on his jaw.

“Didn’t hear you,” Jason shrugs, lazily staring at him with a slow roll of his hips against your ass.

“Yes,” Roy all but whines, his own legs starting to shake as Jason’s mouth just barely brushes against his, as yours takes his cock deeper than he thought was even fucking possible.

Jason sighs, blunt nails pressing into his nape - tongue dragging against Roy’s bottom lip

“Not fucking happening.”

“You okay, sweetheart?”

You’re sitting sideways in Jason’s lap now, his shirt draped over the frame as he cleans you up with a warm cloth, not so subtly inspecting the marks he left on you minutes prior.

“Yeah,” you nod, throat a little sore for obvious reasons as you rest your head on his shoulder - a kiss to your temple soon following.

“Roy?” You manage to lift your head a little bit to glance over at your dear houseguest, still breathlessly staring at the ceiling - half slumped against Jason’s other side.

He’s almost convinced you broke his dick or something. He’s never cum so embarrassingly hard.

He’s staring down into his lap, presumably contemplating his whole existence until your voice snaps him out of it.

“..mhm?”

You hesitate, shifting slightly against Jason.

“I’m sorry if I was hard on you when I came home, sorry to hear about the whole breakup with your girlfriend.”

The whole reason Jason begged you to let him stay tonight.

Roy blinks, slowly - tilting his head to stare at you and then at Jason, puzzled like you’re speaking in some undiscovered language.

“..what girlfriend?”

a/n: I’m back I promise 🫡🫡

thank u sm for reading ily!!

Jason Todd m.list

👑 Chapter 1 — The Question

👑 Chapter 2

👑 Chapter 3

👑 Chapter 4

👑 Chapter 5

👑 Chapter 6

👑 Chapter 7

👑 Chapter 8

👑 Chapter 9

👑 Chapter 10

👑 Chapter 11

👑 Chapter 12

👑 Chapter 13

👑 Chapter 14

👑 Chapter 15