SHARING IS CARING! ᯓ★ jason todd x fem!reader x dick grayson
cw: threesome, praise, slight free use, oral/blowjob, throatfucking, use of 'good girl', subby!reader, cum swallowing... ୨ৎ
you look up at jason, gauging his reaction. you try to analyze his gaze, unsure of what its conveying. anger? jealousy? apprehension?
his eyes, heavy lidded and blown with lust, hold yours, and then hes giving you a single, slow nod. not permission, exactly, but approval. an understanding that he doesn't own you, and yet hes giving you his blessing all the same.
dick notices the exchange, letting out a soft chuckle. "don't worry," he murmurs. "he doesn't mind sharing. do you, jaybird?"
jason doesn't dignify his brother with a response. still irritated at him from earlier, most likely.
dicks gentle touch guides your forward. "now," he says, his voice low. "open that pretty mouth for me."
you do, and he slides his cock inside, the weight of him on your tongue making your own need flare hotter.
his hand tightens in your hair, holding you still as he begins to fuck your mouth. its gentle, still, despite his fervor. a part of you strangely wants him to use you more. to let him be a little mean.
too focused on the pleasure building inside you, you don't notice jason moving until he's behind you. he rests a hand on your back, his thumb brushing against your spine in a slow, soothing motion.
"easy, baby," he says, softly. "you know the drill."
you let jason guide your head, surrendering control to him as his fingers tangle in your hair. your cunt flutters in anticipation as he pushes you back onto dick's cock, prompting you you take him deeper this time. the tip hits the back of your throat, pulling a gag from your mouth, but jason doesn't let you pull back.
"breathe through your nose," he murmurs. "you can take it."
you try, focusing on breathing through your nose as you relax your throat. the gagging sensation fades, allowing you to feel dick's cock pulsing in your throat. every vein and ridge, overwhelming in the best way.
dick groans, his hands coming to rest on your shoulders. "shit," he breathes. "she's deep-throating me. look at her."
jason only hums in response, his focus entirely on you. a hand still on your head, guiding your movements, setting a slow steady rhythm. he pushes you forward, then pulls you back. it occurs to you that, in this moment, you're practically a vessel. a delicate tool for their pleasure, a way to relieve their shared stress.
you don't mind. you don't mind at all.
you let jason take over completely, becoming passive in his hands, enjoying the feel of both of them around you. his thumb has continued its gentle brush against your spine. a beautiful, stark contrast to the rough way he's using your mouth.
prompted by your own greed, you reach a hand to dick's balls, willing him to come. wanting to taste him, to collect your reward as jason continues your movements. your fingers cup him as your other hand wanders to jason's crotch. he's rock-hard, cock straining against the fabric. you can practically feel the pulse of his blood.
his breath hitches, hand tightening in your hair, but he doesn't stop guiding your head. if anything, his movements become more controlled. pleasurable. you know he's watching you. he hasn't stopped.
"you're doing so well," he says. "taking him so deep. making him feel so good."
and then he guides you faster, his movements becoming more urgent.
"i'm close. so fucking close." dick groans, his hips shifting forward. "keep doing that. just like that."
you moan, appreciatively, at the praise. his balls draw up tight in your hand and you squeeze them gently, then more firmly, willing him to come.
you want it. you want to taste him. you want to feel him spill down your throat. dick's hips jerk forward, his cock hitting the back of your throat.
"fuck," he gasps. "i'm gonna—"
and then hes coming, his cock pulsing in your throat. the taste of him floods your mouth as you swallow, your throat working around him, taking everything he gives you.
jason pulls you back, his hand still in your hair. you're gasping for air, lips swollen, eyes watering. you're half aware of the saliva dripping from your chin.
jason looks looks at you, his beautiful eyes intense. "good girl," he murmurs, his thumb brushing against your cheek. "you took him so well."
you soften at the words, leaning further into him, and your core clenches as he leans in closer, his voice edged with promise:
"my turn."
i need them bad. need them so bad i made an account for their filth. god, i love this app.
