Prompt: jason + richard, same time, struggling to share u
100 follower event, yay! I think this is overdue a smidge. Sorry about that.
Tags: gn reader, threesome, overstim, unprotected sex, overly sweet i think
So ik usually dick is nice jason is mean but like…variety people, variety.
We all love our resident little good boys. The ones who arrest drug dealers loitering in school yards and keep our streets crime-free. But what exactly do they do when they come home beaten and tattered? Do they rest their heavy heads on a soft shoulder? Or perhaps their complaints of such a harsh, unforgiving life fall on deaf ears?
Dick grips your jaw, making you look at him while he makes love to you. With his other hand, he keeps a firm hold on your hip as he thrusts from behind you. Unlike him, his pace is ruthless and sloppy. But… he is trying to prove a point.
He groans before placing a harsh kiss on the side of your jaw, “See, Jason? This is how you fuck.”
Jason barely registers the words his brother says as he keeps his eyes trained on the way your body flexes and jolts, completely on display for him. He follows the droplets of sweat that drip onto your chest with an obscene fascination.
“Pretty sloppy, if you ask me.” He groans, the sight of your mouth falling open and your moaning making him stroke his erect cock even faster. His grip on his dick is harsh, trying his best not to cum too fast. “I’d do it better.”
Unable to resist your pretty face, he neglects his dick and moves closer to you. He sits up on his knees to capture your lips in a kiss, much to Dick’s clear disdain.
Showing his clear disapproval, he thrusts into you a little harsher, a little less forgiving. You moan and stutter into Jason’s mouth, unable to keep up with kissing him, your lips making an ‘o’ shape unwillingly. Jason could care less, his big hands cup your face and he sucks and kisses at your lips with a saccharine kind of sweetness.
When he lets go, he leans his head on your shoulder to suck and nip at the skin. “You’re so childish.” He mutters to Dick.
Your nails dig into Jason’s shoulders, trying to stabilize yourself from the way Dick senselessly rocks your body into sweet oblivion.
“That's funny. Since I'm the older one.”
“Funny? I was going for mildly embarras– shit.” He rasps when you bite into the strong flesh of his shoulders, overwhelmed by the feeling of Dick behind you abusing your poor hole.
Dick grins, showing off his sharp, white canines. “Hah.”
Jason barely contains rolling his eyes as he slots his face back into your neck to kiss at the glistening skin. His hands move to hold your waist, rubbing circles with his thumb.
Occasionally, he lets out a grunt with the way your nails sink into his back and your teeth gnaw at his flesh. Dick was mean, and Jason was taking a brunt of it.
“God, you feel so good. I can't believe I almost forgot.” He chuckles breathily, and kisses the back of your neck. “So good, I'm gonna cum in you.” He promises. You can barely say a word back.
Your lower stomach rubs against Jason's hard cock, and he pretends not to notice. But with the way he lets out a small sound every now and then, he clearly does.
He’s beginning to become antsy. And if Dick doesnt hurry the fuck up, he might just take what he wants by any means necessary.
In a way he believes is subtle, he grinds his dick against you, and your stomach instinctively flexes. You can't be subtle at the grand height of six-foot-something while doing anything. This being no exception.
“Jason,” You whine against his shoulder, feeling overstimulated as you're stimulated behind, and now at your front too, “Calm down.”
He could almost feel bad. Before he could even utter a soft apology, Dick speaks up first, “Come on baby, don't say his name like that. You treat him too well.” He purposefully pushes his hips upwards into your sweet spot, you choke. “I’m the one fucking you good.” He nibbles at your ear, intentionally trying to make your world revolve around him, “Remember?” He chuckles, patronising.
When you don’t reply, far too fucked out, he angles his hips upwards again, and you shriek. “I-I remember.” Jason seethes between his teeth at how deep you dig the crescents in his back, “You… fuck me good— Dick.” You say between clenched teeth.
Hearing his name fall from your sweets lips somehow makes him even more animalistic.
Grabbing your hips and spreading your legs further, he gets comfortable before fucking up into your sweet spot with a fervor– intending to make you and him cum as fast as possible.
You scream. And even when you do, you can still only hear them. You can only feel them.
You can’t see, your vision rapidly splotching white. You feel butterfly kisses all over your shoulders. From Dick or Jason? You’re not sure. The feeling of Dick inside of you, rearranging your guts until you lack instincts, overwhelms you entirely.
Muscles spasming, legs twitching, you sob as you cum. You sob, and you sob, and you sob.
Your ecstasy seems to last forever, yet not long enough. However long forever is, this must be it. You’re sure.
When Dick finally spills the last of his thick seed in you, he’s the first to speak, “Jesus fucking christ.”
It's only then that you realize that you had been held up by Dick the entire time, and the second you’re put back on your knees, you wince.
He holds your chin, touching you as if kindness had hands and fingertips. He makes you look at him.
He’s still breathing pretty harshly, but he wipes at your tears with his thumb, “You okay?” He strokes at your skin, “I know you’re not okay, but are you okay?”
When your lips quirk up at his antsiness, he cracks a grin, his face relaxing, “I’m…okay,” You tell him through an irritated nose and sore legs, “I think.”
At that moment, Jason gets in your face, his nose brushing against yours, “You think?”
You blink, and although there were streaks of tears on your cheeks, you were fine. “I’m sure, I mean.” You say when he furrows his brows intently.
When he finally believes you, he rolls his eyes, “Dick is the worst.”
You feel the man being insulted frown against your neck, hiding behind you like you’re his defense, “Says the worst guy ever.”
Dick pulls you against him by the waist. Jason just gets closer.
Jason kisses the dry, salty tears on your cheek, making your eyes flutter and your face twitch. From behind you, Dick presses his face against your shoulder.
“You did so well. You’re perfect.” He speaks against your worn out body, muscles still aching. You lean your head back against his shoulder.
Doing so, allows Jason to have his way with the delicate skin of your neck, sucking a soft bruise. You just sigh in contentment as he makes your neck an artist’s canvas.
You weakly groan when Dick licks across the back of your neck, kissing where the base of your hair starts. He croons, “You taste so good.” He kisses down your spine, taking all the time in the world, “Like…chocolate.”
…Chocolate?
“Or cookies.” Jason says.
Cookies.
Not liking these comparisons, you quickly try to break it up, “Okay, guys let's not–” You barely get out before Jason starts kissing down. His kisses are featherlight and fleeting. From your collarbone, to your chest, to the soft skin of your stomach. Then, he places a wet smack! of a kiss against your pelvis.
“Shit.” You moan, quickly forgetting your past predicament. Your thighs gather against his head. “Jason…”
You look down, and your breath is taken aback by how pretty he looks, he’s looking up at you with a delicate softness. Jason’s eyes were a seductive emerald, like innocence made visible, but not untouched by knowing. Perhaps his eyes could calm a beast, or charm a storm. Either way, they were beautiful.
He blinks them up at you, his head leaning against your thigh. You want to yell at him. Don't you dare, Jason, do this on anyone else. It’d be despicable. But the words are caught in your throat, and he speaks first. “Are you… okay with taking me now?”
You suck in a breath through your nose, holding onto the sheets on either side of you with a grip.
You look away, putting a hand on your face, “Uh…God, yea. Okay.” Your free hand clenches the cotton beneath you and you swallow.
He breathes, a sharp intake filling up his chest. “Okay.” He says simply, but he scrambles on his knees. Already delighted that your legs were spread, he places himself between them, taking his cock in his hands.
He looks down at where the two of you are so close to connecting, to being one, and a single droplet of sweat falls from his temples. Being so close to you is a state he’d always liked to be in. Being two was worse than being alone.
He thinks, at least. Perhaps he’d gone mad at such a young age. Taken by someone else so much that he’s lost any semblance of sense.
He holds your hips. You wrap your arms around his shoulder.
“God, hurry up.” You whine.
The last thing he thinks before directly slamming into you, letting his inhibitions go wild is: what a sweet voice. I want to hear more.
Every man gets his wish. He hears the symphony of your moans as he fucks into you with a strange sort of desperation a sinner is only capable of. When you bite his shoulder for the upteenth time that night, he grits his teeth through it. Like he does with most things in his life.
From behind you, Dick keeps your legs spread with a sexy ease, kissing you through it like his brother had done when he was being a brute. “You’re doing so good. You are so good, so sweet and soft…” He murmurs charming pleasantries against your exhausted body, and it works. You hear yourself moan a little louder and clench a little harder around Jason.
“Shit.” Jason moans loudly as you squeeze his dick, “You like that? You like being good for me? For us?”
You manage a weak, far-off nod. “Yeah. It's good.”
“Oh, they do.” Dick says like it's a textbook fact. He splays his hand across your stomach, then presses lightly against it. You bite your lip. You feel it. You feel the way Jason is fucking into you.
Dick snickers, feeling it as well, “How sweet. How very, very sweet.” He purrs.
Without a warning, he sinks his sharp teeth into your neck at the same time Jason pounds into your sweet spot.
Your moans very quickly turn into screams. Jason has decided to revert to the impatient man he usually is and started to hit the spot that makes you see stars every other thrust. Dick licks at the blood dripping from your neck with a grotesque sort of fascination you’d find in a blood-sucking carnivore.
Worst part is, you can't take it anymore. You let them do what they want with you, with your everything. You slump against Dick even further; yet, your muscles strain as you moan incoherently. Jason groans with the way you clench around his hard cock. You’re going to cum and you’re going to cum hard.
You grip Jason’s hair at the root as you cum, and his eyes roll back at the feeling, following suit. He moans loudly against your neck as he stills inside of you, coating your inner walls with his sticky seed.
After a long time, (another, second close to a forever.) you both finally stop cumming. He leans his head against your shoulder, spent and exhausted.
You, on the other hand, hiss and groan, your hole throbbing at the sweet abuse it endured. Can the two most brutal men not tone it down when going at you at the same time? No?
Dick moves your hair from your sticky neck. His soft touch, once again, makes your heart stutter. Time seemed to pause to exhale at your skin when Dick touched you. Though you wouldn't know how to tell him that.
Steadily, with the help of Dick’s massages against your shoulder, you relax, coming down from your post-orgasmic haze softly. As a meager thanks, you tilt your head to place a kiss on Dick’s jaw. He merely hums.
Jason seems to have fallen asleep against your sticky, sweaty body. And you’re beginning to realize how sticky and gross you feel, and you physically wince.
“I want to shower.” You mumble against Dick’s neck, your eyes also beginning to droop.
He runs his hand through your hair, careful of any knots to not tick you out of your blissful state, “Oh? We can. If you’re still feeling up to it.”
At his implication, you roll your eyes. His stamina never ceases to amaze you. Or make you shake your head and sigh.
Though…that does sound nice…
“Maybe.” You tell him, noncommittal.
He smiles in a funny way against your skin, and his free hand that isn't in your hair sneaks between your legs. At the simple touch, your body jolts.
He flattens his hand and strokes at the sensitive nerves. Your legs instinctively part to help him.
“Is there any way that ‘maybe' can teeter to a yes?” He snickers.
You sigh, leaning against his strong, firm chest, “M-Maybe.” Probably.
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