Warnings/Tags: MDNI 18+, Smut, Gentle Smut, Polyamory, gn!reader, Whiny Jason
Word Count: 1K
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You had woken up, warm and squished between two other bodies. Roy Harper and Jason Todd, had fallen asleep next to you, in a bed that was far too small for three bodies. The summer sun shone through the cracks in the blinds, and the heat was seeping into your apartment. The body warmth between the two men was practically making you sweat, and the weak overhead fan did little to cool you down.
The sheets had already been kicked down to the end of the bed. And at some point, Jason had pulled off his pajama pants, the heat insufferable. Roy had went to bed only clad in his boxers, and still, heat radiated off of him.
However, the summer warmth wasn’t the only interesting thing about the morning. What drew your attention was Jason’s small whimpers, the sounds escaping him in his sleep. He had turned to his side, hips occasionally moving away from yours, jerking into nothing.
In your sleepy state, you couldn’t help but smile, leaning up even closer to him. Roy groaned at the lack of touch, throwing his arm around you. He quickly fell back asleep though, leaving you awake alone. You hummed, gently pressing your lips against Jason’s sweaty skin. Behind his ear, on his neck, towards his collar bones.
The whimpering only increased, his fingers gripping at the sheets in his sleep. You hummed, running your thumb over his hipbone, gently trying to wake him from his obviously pleasurable dream.
After a minute of soft nips to his neck, trying to target that one spot you knew drove him crazy, he started to stretch, moving in the way he often did as he began to wake up. Less of thrusting his hips into the air, and rather the pulling of his limbs towards the top of the bed to loosen his stiff muscles.
“Woke up in a mood didn’t we?” Jason had the audacity to ask, as if he didn't have a raging hard on pressed against his thigh.
Roy moved at the sound of the other man’s voice, stretching his arms up, letting out a long yawn. “What’s happening?”
His voice was hoarse with sleep, both of them sounding as if the bass had been boosted in their vocal cords. You let out a small laugh, running your fingers through Roy’s hair.
“Someone woke up feeling a little needy,” You explained, gesturing with a nod towards Jason, who couldn’t help but blush.
Even after all this time, Jason still found himself feeling nervous with these kinds of intimate moments. Sex made him feel antsy, not in the way that he didn’t want it, because when it came to the two of you, he undeniably did; but in a way he always felt so excited he didn’t know what to do with himself. He would go quiet, all red in the face, and shaky in the hands. Sweet and soft, and so much more enticing to both you and Roy.
Roy sat up, running a hand through his hair. “Rock, Paper, Scissors, for who gets to suck him off?” Crass and transparent, but a valid question nonetheless.
The blush on the darker haired male deepened, “You know you two can share right?”
You and Roy looked at eachother, wearing the same matching smirk before practically crawling to the end of the bed, you both perched beside either one of his legs. Warm, and sticky with sweat, and salty on your lips as you pressed kisses up his thigh.
Roy on the other hand, took to biting, leaving Jason even more whiny. His hands combed through your hair, soft and gentle, with light tugs here and there. His teeth bit into his plush bottom lip, trying to keep himself grounded as both of his partners took care of him.
It didn’t take long before his boxers were long gone. Haphazardly thrown onto the floor, likely to never be found again. Whether that was because of the way the underside of the bed seemed to steal clothes, or Roy’s habit of taking pieces for his own activities, was unclear.
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Your nose pressed into his curly pubic hair. Tamed and short, but still enough of a happy trail to keep you happy. It smelled like him- purely him. Musky from the sweat, with hints of his body wash from the night before. You couldn’t help but breathe in the scent of musk and pheromones, happy to drown in the smell of him.
Roy was happy at the other end of Jason’s dick, content to suck on his tip. Jason may as well have been a pornstar with the moans he let slip. He was always loud, but in the morning, when he was still sensitive from sleep and with the both of you paying extra attention to him, he couldn’t help the guttural groans that pushed past his lips. And fortunately, all it did was spur Roy on, encouraging him to take more of the man’s cock down his throat.
And whatever Roy couldn’t get down, you were more than happy to mouth on. Leaving open mouth kisses and licking at the vein on the underside of his dick. Tongue occasionally brushing against Roy’s bottom lip, leaving the redhead to hump into the mattress.
Jason had resorted to gripping the sheets, too worried that he would rip either of your hair out. His thighs tensed under your bodies, trying to keep himself from cumming too fast. But the sensation was so overwhelming. The two, hot warm mouths on him, and the feeling of your body weight on his leg, and the way your hand rubbed circles on his hip bone to keep him grounded. He was sure he was going to melt from the sensation.
After what seemed like forever, Roy pulled himself back, taking a second to get a proper breath in through his mouth. However, you took the opportunity to take his spot, despite him side eyeing you and he stretched out his jaw. You took Jason into your mouth with ease, as if you had done it a million times, and in all reality you may as well have.
You tried to push away the gagging sensation, focusing on how heavy he felt in your mouth, how perfect he tasted on your tongue. Salty, and warm. But it could only do so much when he was practically thrusting into your mouth, demanding more.
And as you gagged around his thick cock, he let out a moan that was so rewarding it made it worth it. Sweet, and deep, and bassy. You pulled back, sucking on his tip, as he praised you.
“Feels so good baby. You're both so amazing. So pretty.” Mumbles of love and ecstasy.
It wasn’t long before Roy was dragging him into a kiss, your eyes pointed up to watch, the event only making you more excited. It was all tongue and teeth. Messy and even at times making a clicking noise when their teeth hit against each other.
And as Roy gripped at Jason’s jaw, you both hit his breaking point. With your nose nuzzling into his pelvis, breathing his scent in steadily through your nose to keep the gagging at bay and Roy trying to swallow him as best as possible, Jason’s shaky voice sounded,
“I’m gonna cum,”
You pulled back, gagging lightly, but brushing it off, continuing to swallow around him with Roy resumed to make out with Jason, teeth biting into the other’s lower lip.
It filled your mouth, hot and sticky. And you were trying your best to get all you could without fully swallowing. Roy came to your rescue, jerking what wasn’t in your mouth, and milking Jason of everything he had left.
When you finally pulled back, you leaned up towards Roy, the two of you exchanging Jason’s cum in a kiss, running your tongues over each other's as you shared the taste. Finally you pulled back, the both of you swallowing contently.
Jason was clearly fucked out for the morning, his head cradled by the soft pillow, eyes shut and breathing deep. You took a second, admiring him all sweaty and red, before Roy interrupted.
Summary:
The farmhouse was supposed to be a fresh start.
Instead, every discovery of something broken gives Jason and Roy another reason to stay, until the men rebuilding your house have quietly made themselves at home inside it.
Author’s Note:
written for this ask from @calzone-d
it's not as filthy as i had originally wanted but the little universe i built was too precious and i didnt want to change it. hope you still like it though!
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The listing described the farmhouse as having good bones.
Jason Todd read that sentence aloud while standing beneath a section of ceiling that had begun to sag ominously toward the dining room floor.
“Good bones,” he repeated, tipping his head back to inspect the long crack running through the plaster. “That’s realtor language for everything holding the place together is either rotten or actively trying to kill you.”
Roy Harper knocked his knuckles against the nearest wall. Something inside it made a faint skittering sound.
“All houses have mice.”
Jason looked at him. “That wasn’t a mouse.”
“You don’t know that.”
“It knocked back.”
Roy rapped against the wall again. Three soft taps answered from somewhere behind the faded wallpaper.
Roy lowered his hand. “Okay. That’s concerning.”
You stood in the dining room doorway with the inspection report clutched against your chest and tried not to let your expression reveal how badly you wanted to laugh. It probably was not an appropriate response when the two contractors you had hired were discovering new problems less than ten minutes into their first walkthrough, but Jason’s grim resignation and Roy’s complete lack of alarm made it difficult to feel properly terrified.
The house had been built sometime in the eighteen-eighties, expanded twice, and renovated badly at least four times after that. The floors slanted. The plumbing rattled whenever you turned on the upstairs sink. Several windows had been painted shut, the kitchen cabinets smelled faintly of mildew, and the chimney leaned just enough that you had stopped looking directly at it.
It was still yours.
After years of thin apartment walls, crazy roommates, unreliable landlords, and leases that made every room feel temporary, you had wanted something permanent. The farmhouse sat beyond the edge of city’s suburbs where the roads narrowed, the trees thickened, and the city became a distant glow against the night sky. It came with several acres, an overgrown garden, a red barn that was probably beyond saving, and a porch wide enough to hold every quiet morning you had spent imagining before signing the mortgage documents.
You had expected repairs. You had not expected the inspection to miss half of them.
Jason crossed the dining room and pressed his palm against the wall beside the window. He was broad enough that the room seemed to shrink around him, his dark T-shirt already streaked with dust from crawling beneath the porch before they came inside. Roy stood a few inches shorter, though not by enough to make either man anything less than imposing. His red hair was tied away from his face, and a pencil rested behind one ear while two more protruded from the pocket of his work pants.
They had arrived in the same battered truck, argued over where to park it, and spent the first five minutes disagreeing about which one of them had brought the correct measuring tape.
They also moved around each other with the effortless coordination of men who had been working together for years.
Roy would call for a tool without turning around, and Jason would already be holding it out. Jason crouched to inspect the baseboards while Roy shifted the heavy duty flashlight so its beam followed him. They interrupted each other constantly, corrected each other with very little patience, and somehow reached the same conclusions despite approaching every problem from opposite directions.
You had assumed they were married until Roy handed you their estimate and introduced Jason as his business partner.
Nothing they had done since had made you entirely certain you were wrong.
“How attached are you to this wall?” Roy asked.
You glanced at the faded floral wallpaper. “Emotionally or structurally?”
Roy grinned. “I like her.”
“You like anyone who makes your jokes for you,” Jason said.
“Less work for me.”
Jason straightened and turned toward you. His expression remained serious, but there was something gentler beneath it when he saw how tightly you were gripping the inspection report.
“The house isn’t going to collapse,” he said.
Roy opened his mouth.
Jason pointed at him without looking away from you. “Don’t.”
Roy closed it again.
“Some of the problems are worse than the report suggested,” Jason continued. “The kitchen has to come out. We need to open the dining room wall and find out what’s nesting in there. The porch supports are compromised, and I’m not letting you use the upstairs bathroom until we look at the plumbing beneath it.”
“I used it this morning.”
Jason’s jaw tightened.
“It only made the noise for a few seconds.”
“What noise?”
You attempted an imitation of the violent metallic groaning that came from inside the wall whenever the toilet flushed.
Roy’s eyebrows rose. “That sounded expensive.”
“You’re not helping,” Jason said.
“I’m preparing her.”
“For what?”
“The bill.”
Jason looked as though he was considering whether burying Roy beneath the porch would count as an additional labor expense.
You laughed before you could stop yourself.
Both men turned toward you.
For one suspended moment, the house was quiet around the three of you. Afternoon light filtered through the dusty windows, catching in the air between exposed floorboards and peeling wallpaper. Roy’s smile softened. Jason’s expression changed more subtly, the tension leaving his shoulders as though your laughter had reassured him more effectively than anything you might have said.
Then something scratched inside the wall again.
Jason sighed. “We’re opening that first.”
The original contract covered the kitchen, the porch, and the upstairs plumbing.
By the end of the first week, it also included rewiring half the ground floor, repairing water damage behind the pantry, replacing two dining room joists, and removing what Roy insisted had been the largest raccoon nest in North America from inside the wall.
Jason insisted it had been average-sized.
“You didn’t see it,” Roy argued.
“I helped carry it outside.”
“Then you should respect what we survived.”
“It was empty.”
“That’s what made it worse. The raccoons could have been anywhere.”
Jason stared at him from the top of the ladder. “You know raccoons don’t disappear when they leave a nest.”
“You don’t know what these raccoons are capable of.”
You watched from the kitchen doorway as Roy handed him a drill. “Are they always like this?”
Roy’s mouth curved. “Only when he’s flirting.”
Jason nearly dropped the drill.
You looked between them.
Roy winked.
Jason climbed down the ladder with a deliberateness that suggested Roy might not survive the afternoon.
The kitchen was stripped to the studs by the second week. Without cabinets, appliances, or most of the floor, the room looked enormous and strangely vulnerable. Pipes emerged from open walls. Wires hung in careful coils from the ceiling. A temporary refrigerator hummed in the dining room beside a folding table that held your microwave, electric kettle, and an increasingly disorganized collection of disposable utensils.
The first night Jason and Roy worked late, you ordered pizza.
They had planned to leave before dinner, but opening the wall behind the sink revealed another leaking pipe, and neither man was willing to abandon it while water still threatened the newly reinforced floor. By the time Jason shut off the main valve, Roy repaired the damaged section, and both of them confirmed the leak had stopped, darkness had settled beyond the uncovered windows.
They tried to refuse the food. Jason tried harder than Roy.
“You hired us,” he said as you balanced the pizza box on the folding table. “You don’t have to feed us.”
“You’ve been here since seven.”
“We’ll eat when we get home.”
Roy leaned around him. “Ignore him. He forgets normal people eat dinner before midnight.”
Jason elbowed him without turning.
Roy accepted a paper plate from you and loaded it with enough pizza to invalidate Jason’s argument.
You ate together on the dining room floor because the table was covered with tools and the chairs had been relocated to keep them away from the construction dust. Roy sat with his legs stretched out in front of him. Jason leaned against the wall beside you, one knee raised, his forearm resting across it while he listened to Roy describe the worst renovation jobs they had ever accepted.
There had been a bathroom installed without waterproofing, a deck held together by three nails and misplaced optimism, and a basement apartment whose previous owner had attempted to conceal a serious mold problem beneath several layers of decorative fabric.
“Decorative fabric?” you asked.
“Stapled directly to the wall,” Jason said.
“Floor to ceiling,” Roy added. “Like mold curtains.”
You stared at your slice of pizza.
Jason nudged the box toward you. “Your house isn’t that bad.”
“You found a raccoon civilization in my dining room.”
“One nest.”
“A historic settlement,” Roy corrected.
Jason reached across you to shove Roy’s shoulder.
His arm brushed your chest. It was accidental, brief enough that he might not have noticed, but your entire body reacted as though he had touched you deliberately. Heat spread beneath your skin. Jason’s hand stopped against Roy’s shoulder, and his gaze dropped toward your face.
He had noticed.
Roy looked from Jason to you and became suspiciously quiet.
Jason drew his arm back.
You concentrated on your pizza.
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The next evening, Roy suggested Thai food before either man had finished packing their tools.
Takeout became the easiest solution while the kitchen remained unusable. Some nights it was only dinner because they had stayed later than planned. Other nights, rain trapped them beneath the porch roof after work, or Roy discovered a restaurant in the next town that he insisted all three of you needed to try.
You learned that Jason disliked sweet tomato sauce but would eat nearly anything involving garlic. Roy claimed not to be picky before removing every mushroom from his food and depositing them onto Jason’s plate without asking. Jason ate them without comment.
They learned that you always wanted extra napkins and that you would forget to order yourself a drink unless someone reminded you.
Jason remembered your usual orders after hearing them once. Roy remembered which parts of his meals you liked stealing and began requesting larger portions so you could have some.
The lines between work and everything else softened so gradually you didn’t notice until they had nearly vanished.
Roy began walking into the house without knocking when he knew you were home. Jason continued knocking but carried a key because the back door had to be locked from the outside while the frame was being replaced. Their boots appeared beside yours in the mudroom each morning. Their music played through the portable speaker in the kitchen, Roy choosing loud classic rock until Jason replaced it with something heavier and they spent twenty minutes changing the playlist back and forth.
You worked from the dining room whenever the noise allowed it. Jason built you a temporary desk from two sawhorses and a sheet of plywood, sanded the edges smooth, and acted as though it had taken no effort. Roy found an old desk lamp in the barn, rewired it, and painted the base the same color you had chosen for the kitchen cabinets.
When you thanked them, Jason said the desk was only practical. Roy said the lamp proved he loved you more.
Jason told him to shut up.
Neither man looked at you afterward.
The sink went in during the fifth week.
The stove followed three days later, connected beneath a section of countertop that rested on unfinished cabinets without doors. The walls still needed plaster. Half the ceiling remained open, and you had to navigate around stacks of tile to reach the refrigerator, but when the first burner ignited beneath your saucepan, you nearly hugged Roy.
He had been crouched on the floor adjusting one of the cabinet legs. When you threw your arms around his shoulders, he rocked backward in surprise and caught you around the waist before you could lose your balance.
His hands spanned nearly your entire middle.
For a moment, you knelt between his spread knees with his face close to yours and his fingers flexing against your sides.
Roy’s gaze dropped to your mouth.
“You’re lucky I like you,” he murmured.
Your heart lurched.
“Because I almost knocked you over?”
“Because Jason spent three hours leveling that stove, and you hugged me.”
Jason stood beside the doorway with a box of electrical fittings against his hip.
You released Roy and hurried toward him. “I can hug you too.”
Jason took one immediate step backward.
Roy laughed so loudly that a flock of birds fled the tree outside.
Jason’s ears turned red. “You don’t have to.”
“You leveled my stove.”
“It’s my job.”
“You also told me you had to pull the entire floor apart because it was half an inch too high on one side.”
“It was three-eighths.”
“Heroic.”
Roy leaned back against the cabinet. “Let her reward your bravery, Jay.”
Jason shot him a murderous look, but when you stepped forward more slowly and opened your arms, he set the box aside.
He hugged you carefully.
Jason was even larger up close than he appeared from across a room. Your cheek rested against the solid warmth of his chest, and his arms surrounded you without effort, one hand spreading across the middle of your back. He smelled like sawdust, clean sweat, and the soap he used to scrub grime from his hands before eating with you.
You could feel the restraint in the way he held himself, as though he was aware of every point where your bodies touched and did not trust himself to pull you any closer.
Then your fingers curled into the back of his shirt.
Jason exhaled against your hair as his arms tightened.
Roy stopped laughing.
The hug lasted too long to be casual and not nearly long enough to satisfy the sudden, aching need beneath your ribs.
Jason released you first.
He cleared his throat, picked up the electrical fittings, and returned to work without saying anything.
Roy watched him go before looking at you.
“You know,” he said, “I connected the gas line.”
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That evening, you cooked for them.
It was nothing elaborate. Pasta, garlic bread, and a salad you assembled around the limited clean space available on the counter. You had to use the folding table for preparation, and Roy stole pieces of bread whenever he passed through the dining room, but the smell of butter and garlic filled the house instead of plaster dust for the first time since they began.
Jason emerged from the hallway carrying a section of damaged trim and stopped.
His gaze moved from the simmering sauce to you.
“What are you doing?”
“Making dinner.”
“You don’t have to do that.”
Roy reached past him and stole another piece of garlic bread. “She knows.”
Jason knocked his hand away. “Stop eating before it’s ready.”
“You’re not in charge of the bread.”
“I’m in charge of you not putting your dirty hands in her food.”
“My hands are clean.”
Jason looked at the streak of joint compound across Roy’s palm.
Roy examined it. “Mostly clean.”
You pushed the bread tray farther from him.
Roy looked betrayed.
They ate at the folding table this time, though Jason had to move three toolboxes and a stack of invoices before there was enough room. Roy made appreciative noises through his first several bites. Jason ate more quietly, but he went back for seconds and then thirds.
When the meal was finished, he carried every plate to the temporary sink.
“I can wash those,” you said.
“You cooked.”
“You repaired my plumbing.”
“That’s different.”
“How?”
“You’re paying me.”
Roy stretched his legs beneath the table until his boot bumped yours. “Don’t argue with him. He gets all twitchy when people take care of us.”
Jason’s shoulders stiffened.
Roy’s expression changed immediately, some of the teasing leaving his face.
You looked at the back of Jason’s neck, at the careful way he rinsed each plate before placing it in the dish rack.
“You can wash them,” you said. “But only because I’m cooking again tomorrow.”
Jason glanced over his shoulder.
Roy smiled. “She’s got you there.”
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The next evening, you made enough for leftovers.
It was not intentional the first time. You were still learning how much food two men their size could consume after spending ten hours carrying lumber and demolishing walls. When dinner ended with an entire container of chicken and rice remaining, you divided it between them and insisted they take it.
Roy accepted immediately. Jason protested until you placed the container directly into his tool bag.
He returned it the following morning scrubbed clean, the lid clipped neatly into place.
Within two weeks, you had bought additional containers.
You told yourself they were practical. Jason and Roy usually moved directly from your house to emergency repairs, estimates, or smaller jobs they squeezed around the schedule for your house. Packing extra portions saved them from gas station dinners and whatever questionable food Roy purchased from convenience stores.
It had nothing to do with how pleased Roy looked whenever he discovered what you had prepared.
It had nothing to do with Jason standing beside the stove after dinner, sleeves pushed above his forearms while he washed dishes in the kitchen he had rebuilt for you.
You learned what traveled well in their cooler. Roy would eat pasta cold but refused to touch cold rice. Jason claimed he did not care, though he consistently returned the containers that had held stews and roasted vegetables completely empty while anything involving mayonnaise came back untouched.
Roy began making requests.
Jason told him your kitchen was not a restaurant.
You made the requested enchiladas anyway.
Roy kissed your cheek.
Jason dropped a spoon into the sink.
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The three of you drank together for the first time when the cabinets were installed.
It had taken nearly two months to reach that point. The doors still needed hardware, the backsplash was unfinished, and several sections of baseboard remained stacked in the hall, but the room finally resembled a kitchen rather than an excavation site.
Roy arrived that Friday carrying two grocery bags that clinked suspiciously.
“We’re celebrating,” he announced.
Jason followed with a six-pack of amber lager tucked beneath one arm. “He decided that without asking anyone.”
“You agreed.”
“I told you not to buy anything fluorescent.”
“Nothing is fluorescent.”
Roy unloaded bottles of gin, elderflower liqueur, lemon juice, sparkling wine, and a container of edible flowers onto the new counter.
Jason stared at the flowers.
Roy stared back. “They’re garnish.”
“They’re weeds.”
“You’re drinking it anyway.”
Jason took another sip. “I’m evaluating.”
“You rebuilt an entire kitchen and still have no appreciation for presentation.”
“I appreciate things that serve a purpose.”
Roy pointed toward the beer. “And yet you brought the most boring beverage possible.”
Jason placed the six-pack in the refrigerator. “She likes this one.”
You looked at him.
Jason avoided your gaze.
He had remembered the amber lager you ordered whenever the restaurant did not carry your preferred cider.
Roy’s expression softened before mischief returned to it. “That is disgustingly thoughtful.”
“Make your flower drinks.”
Roy made French 75s sweetened with elderflower and garnished with tiny purple blossoms. Jason complained throughout the entire process, then accepted one when Roy placed it in his hand.
“You have beer,” Roy reminded him.
“I’m evaluating.”
“And?”
Jason drank again. “Too sweet.”
He finished the glass.
Roy made a second round with less syrup.
Jason admitted it was better.
You drank beside them at the new kitchen island, sitting on stools they had brought inside that afternoon. Roy stood on the opposite side measuring gin into the shaker, leaning across the counter whenever he needed you to taste something and watching your face for a reaction, while Jason stayed off to the side near the far counter, leaning back against it with his sleeves rolled to his elbows and his eyes lingering on every casual point of contact.
The alcohol loosened something between the three of you. Roy grew warmer and more openly affectionate, eventually draping an arm across your shoulders while he told you about the apartment he and Jason shared. Jason became quieter, though his gaze sharpened whenever you leaned into Roy’s side or turned into him to laugh.
“You should see it,” Roy said. “It makes this place before the renovation look luxurious.”
“It’s not that bad,” Jason said.
“The bathroom ceiling leaks.”
“Only when the upstairs neighbor takes a bath.”
“That is generally when a bathroom ceiling leaks.”
You looked between them. “Why are you still living there?”
Roy shrugged. “Cheap rent.”
“We’re barely home,” Jason added.
Their work kept them moving between jobs, and neither man had ever found a reason to invest in a place they primarily used for sleeping and storing clothes. They had repaired what their landlord allowed them to repair, ignored what he did not, and spent several years telling themselves they would move when something better became necessary.
“Besides,” Roy said, “Jason likes the character.”
“The character is mold.”
“He named it.”
“I threatened it.”
“You talk to it every morning.”
“I tell it not to spread.”
You laughed into your drink.
Jason watched you over the rim of his glass.
The warmth inside you had very little to do with alcohol.
Roy eventually switched to beer, choosing a tart raspberry sour that Jason called juice until you reminded him that he had consumed two cocktails decorated with flowers.
“Three,” Roy corrected.
Jason looked offended. “The last one wasn’t mine.”
“You drank half of hers.”
“She handed it to me.”
“Because you kept looking at it.”
“I was trying to figure out why it tasted different.”
Roy leaned toward you. “He likes pretty drinks. He just needs plausible deniability.”
Jason set his bottle down. “I live with you. I gave up plausible deniability years ago.”
The words landed differently than the rest of their bickering.
Roy went still.
Jason seemed to realize what he had said a moment too late.
You looked at their shoulders nearly touching across the island and wondered again what, precisely, they were to one another. Business partners. Roommates. Best friends. Something more that neither of them felt obligated to explain to you.
Something complete enough that wanting either one of them felt dangerous.
Wanting both felt impossible.
You changed the subject.
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The farmhouse continued finding new ways to keep them.
An early autumn storm exposed a leak around one of the upstairs windows. Removing the damaged plaster revealed rot in the framing. The rot led to problems beneath the roofline. Jason climbed into the attic and returned with insulation in his hair and an expression that made Roy immediately retrieve the larger ladder.
The project extended another month.
You pretended not to be relieved.
By then, Jason had a preferred mug in your cabinet. Roy kept hot sauce in your refrigerator because you refused to buy the brand he liked. A drawer beside the sink held their phone chargers, spare pencils, painkillers, and the tiny packets of electrolyte powder Jason made Roy drink whenever he forgot to consume anything except beer and coffee.
You stopped asking whether they would stay for dinner.
You simply cooked.
Some mornings, you found empty containers stacked beside the sink because they had stopped by before you woke to collect tools. Other evenings, they arrived after working elsewhere even when no repairs at your house required their attention. Roy claimed he needed something from the barn. Jason said he wanted to check the new window seals.
They always stayed to eat.
You saw their apartment for the first time after Roy left his truck at your house and Jason’s motorcycle refused to start outside another job.
They had both intended to take the train home. You insisted on driving them.
The building stood in a crowded neighborhood near the city’s industrial district, wedged between a laundromat and a convenience store with bars over the windows. The hallway smelled of damp carpet. Their apartment was on the fourth floor, where a brown stain spread across the ceiling outside their door.
Roy unlocked three separate deadbolts.
Inside was somehow both cleaner and worse than you expected.
The furniture was mismatched but maintained. Tools occupied more space than decoration. The kitchen had a narrow stove, almost no counter, and cabinet doors that no longer closed properly. The wallpaper peeled beside the bedroom doorway. A bucket sat beneath the bathroom leak.
Roy picked up the bucket and carried it into the tub before you could comment.
Jason watched your expression. “We told you.”
“You fixed my entire house while living here?”
“The landlord doesn’t want us touching the plumbing.”
Roy returned from the bathroom. “He says repairs have to be completed by a licensed professional.”
“You are licensed professionals.”
“He means his cousin.”
“His cousin caused the leak,” Jason said.
You looked around the apartment again. Two sets of boots beside the door. Two jackets sharing the same hook. A bowl on the counter filled with keys, loose screws, and receipts. On the refrigerator, held beneath a magnet shaped like a tomato, was the grocery list you had written for them after Roy forgot three separate ingredients he had promised to buy for dinner.
There were traces of you here.
Not many.
Enough.
Roy leaned against the counter. “It looks worse when you’re standing in it.”
“It looked worse before she was standing in it,” Jason said.
You turned toward them. “You should move.”
“To where?” Roy asked.
“I don’t know. Somewhere without a ceiling bucket.”
Jason’s mouth curved faintly. “That narrows it down.”
The answer should have been simple. Their business was steady. They could afford something better. Yet you understood what neither man said aloud.
Moving required choosing somewhere worth staying.
Until now, neither of them had cared enough to choose.
The realization followed you all the way home.
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Your kitchen was finished three weeks later.
Jason installed the last cabinet handle while Roy stood behind him criticizing the alignment.
“It’s crooked.”
“It’s level.”
“It looks crooked from here.”
“Move.”
Roy shifted two inches to the left. “Still crooked.”
Jason climbed down from the step stool, placed the screwdriver on the counter, and caught Roy by the front of his shirt.
Roy grinned. “Violence won’t straighten it.”
“It doesn’t need straightening.”
“Then what’s the violence for?”
“Personal satisfaction.”
You entered carrying groceries and found Jason holding Roy against the cabinets they had installed together.
Neither man appeared particularly upset.
Roy glanced toward you. “Tell him it’s crooked.”
You set the bags on the island and inspected the handle.
It was perfectly level.
“Maybe a little.”
Jason looked betrayed.
Roy beamed.
“You’re both impossible,” Jason said.
He released Roy, who smoothed his shirt with exaggerated dignity.
You began unloading groceries while they packed the last of their tools. The kitchen glowed beneath warm pendant lights. Dark cabinets lined the walls, the counters stretched clean and uninterrupted beneath the windows, and the restored wood floor held the afternoon sunlight in deep golden bands.
It was everything you had imagined when you first saw the house.
You should have felt only satisfaction.
Instead, the quiet scrape of their tools being returned to their boxes filled you with dread.
Roy noticed first. He usually did.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.”
Jason glanced at you from beside the sink.
You placed a carton of eggs in the refrigerator. “I’m making dinner.”
“We figured,” Roy said carefully.
“You’re staying?”
They exchanged a look.
Jason closed the toolbox. “If you want us to.”
The words hurt in a way they should not have. If you wanted them. As though every meal, every late evening, every key left on your counter had been temporary. As though they could load the truck and return to their leaking apartment while your finished house became unbearably empty.
“I always want you to.”
Silence settled across the kitchen.
Roy rested both hands against the island. Jason did not move.
You had imagined confessing under different circumstances. Something softer, perhaps. Something carefully phrased after you had determined exactly what existed between them and whether there was room for you beside it.
Instead, you stood among grocery bags and unfinished invoices with your heart beating painfully beneath your ribs.
“I don’t mean for dinner,” you said.
Jason’s expression changed. Roy’s fingers tightened against the counter.
You made yourself continue before fear could stop you. “I know you’re together. Or something close enough that the difference isn’t my business. I’m not trying to interfere with that. But I don’t know how to watch you pack this place up and pretend I’m only going to miss the work.”
“We’re not together,” Jason said.
Roy turned his head. “That sounded convincing.”
Jason frowned at him. “You know what I mean.”
“Unfortunately, I usually do.”
You looked between them.
Roy exhaled. “We’ve been together. We’ve also not been together. We stopped trying to explain it to other people because Jason gets a stress headache whenever feelings require vocabulary.”
“I get a headache when you use fifty words to avoid saying anything.”
“And I get one when you use five words and expect everyone to understand the rest.”
“You understand the rest.”
“Because I’ve known you forever.”
Jason’s gaze returned to you. “The point is, you wouldn’t be interfering.”
Roy stepped around the island.
He stopped a few feet away, close enough that you could see the faint scar crossing his jaw and the careful hope beneath his usual confidence.
“We didn’t know whether you wanted one of us,” he said. “Or neither. Jason thought you wanted me.”
Jason folded his arms. “You flirt with her constantly.”
“You built her a desk.”
“She needed one.”
“You sanded it twice.”
“The edges were rough.”
“You drove forty minutes to replace the stain because the first color didn’t match her floors.”
Jason’s jaw flexed.
Roy looked at you. “I thought you wanted him.”
“I wanted both of you.”
The admission left you breathless.
Jason went completely still.
Roy’s lips parted.
You continued because the alternative was fleeing your own kitchen. “I kept telling myself it would pass. Then you started staying for dinner, and I saw that apartment, and now the house is finished and I don’t know what reason either of you has to come back.”
Jason crossed the space between you.
He didn’t touch you. He just stood close enough that you had to tilt your head back, his body blocking the afternoon light while his gaze searched your face.
“We don’t need a reason.”
Roy came to stand behind you, not touching either, his warmth pressing through the narrow space between your bodies.
“We’ve been trying to think of an excuse for weeks,” he admitted.
Jason’s mouth tightened. “You’ve been trying to manufacture structural problems.”
“One loose floorboard would have bought us another afternoon.”
“You loosened it yourself.”
“I was desperate.”
A startled laugh escaped you.
Jason lifted one hand and cupped the side of your face.
Everything inside you quieted.
“Tell me to stop,” he said, not as a repeated question but as the final doorway he was giving you before the three of you crossed it.
You turned your face into his palm and kissed the center of it.
“Don’t.”
Jason kissed you.
There was nothing tentative about it. His mouth covered yours with weeks of restrained attention, one hand sliding into your hair while the other settled firmly around your waist. You caught the front of his shirt and pulled him closer, feeling the breadth of his chest and the hard line of his body against yours.
Roy’s hand came to rest on your hip.
Jason broke the kiss only long enough for you to turn your face toward him.
Roy kissed differently. Warmer at first, his mouth curving against yours as though he could not quite believe this was happening. Then you opened for him, and the humor disappeared beneath something hungry. He drew you backward against his chest, one arm banding around your middle while his tongue stroked over yours.
Jason watched. His gaze moved over Roy’s hand spread across your stomach, your body held against Roy’s, your lips parting beneath his. The naked desire in Jason’s face made heat gather between your thighs.
Roy felt you shift.
“Oh,” he murmured against your mouth. “She likes being watched.”
Jason stepped closer until his chest brushed your shoulder.
“You like him holding you while I watch?”
“Yes.”
Roy’s arm tightened.
Jason’s thumb traced your swollen lower lip. “You like having both of us looking at you?”
Your breath caught. “Yes.”
Something dark and pleased entered his expression.
Jason glanced at Roy, then back at you. “You sure about this?”
You nodded. “I want this.”
Roy’s hand stayed at your hip, steady. “We’re not doing anything you don’t want,” he said, quieter now, the teasing gone.
“I know,” you said. “I’ll tell you if I don’t like something.”
Jason held your gaze a moment longer, like he was weighing that answer, then gave a small nod.
“Good,” he said.
The tension didn’t disappear—but it shifted, settling into something more deliberate, more controlled.
Jason straightened and held out his hand. “Let’s go upstairs.”
Roy’s grin returned. “That was hot.”
Jason looked at him. “Walk.”
“You see how bossy he gets?”
You slid from the stool and caught Roy’s hand. “I like it.”
Jason stopped at the doorway. His gaze dropped to your joined hands, then lifted slowly toward your face.
“You’re going to be trouble.” The roughness in his voice made your knees weaken.
Roy noticed and laughed softly. “Oh, she’s done for.”
You led them upstairs.
The master bedroom was one of the few rooms they hadn’t needed to renovate beyond repairing the windows. Your bed sat beneath the gently sloping ceiling, surrounded by boxes you had never fully unpacked because every spare hour had gone toward the downstairs construction.
Jason closed the door behind him.
Roy crowded close before the latch settled, his hands sliding beneath your shirt as he kissed you. His palms were callused from work, rough against your sides, and large enough that his fingers nearly met around your waist.
Jason stood behind him, watching until impatience sharpened his features. “Move.”
Roy pulled his mouth from yours. “You had her first.”
“I kissed her first.”
“And then I improved the experience.”
Jason caught the back of Roy’s shirt and hauled him aside.
Roy went willingly, laughing beneath his breath as Jason stepped between your thighs.
Jason’s hands settled on your hips. “You like him running his mouth?”
“I like both your mouths.”
Roy made an approving sound.
Jason’s eyes narrowed. “Smart answer.”
He kissed you again while his hands moved beneath your shirt. He dragged the fabric upward slowly, giving you time to raise your arms before pulling it over your head and dropping it somewhere behind him. Roy’s gaze moved openly over you.
Jason noticed. “You going to stand there staring?”
“I’m appreciating her.”
“She’s not a countertop.”
Roy stepped behind you and pressed a kiss to your shoulder. “No. She’s much prettier.”
His mouth moved toward your neck as Jason unfastened your bra. The straps slid down your arms. Cool air touched your skin for only a second before Jason’s hands replaced it, his broad palms cupping your breasts while Roy kissed the sensitive place below your ear.
Your head fell back against Roy’s shoulder.
Jason watched your face as his thumbs swept over your nipples.
“Beautiful.”
The quiet approval sent pleasure through you more sharply than the touch itself.
Roy felt the shiver run through your body. “You really do like that.”
Jason pinched one nipple gently. You gasped and pressed back against Roy.
“She’s sensitive,” Jason said.
Roy’s hand spread across your stomach, holding you between them. “Think she’s like that everywhere?”
Jason’s gaze traveled slowly down your body. “We’ll find out.”
Roy unfastened your pants from behind. His knuckles dragged across your lower stomach as he pushed them down. Jason crouched to pull the fabric over your feet, his hands remaining around your ankles after you stepped free.
The sight of him kneeling made your breath catch.
Jason looked up.
Roy’s palm flattened against your chest, holding you against him while Jason’s hands traveled slowly up your calves.
“Look at her,” Roy murmured. “She doesn’t know which one of us she wants to watch.”
Jason hooked his fingers into your underwear. “She can watch whoever’s touching her.”
He drew the fabric down.
You stepped out of it, naked between two fully dressed men.
The size difference had been obvious before. Now it felt overwhelming. Roy’s chest pressed against your back. Jason remained kneeling before you, his shoulders nearly spanning the distance between your legs. Their hands seemed enormous wherever they touched, capable of moving you without effort.
Jason spread your thighs. His gaze fixed between them.
Roy looked over your shoulder.
“Fuck,” he breathed.
Jason’s thumbs moved along the crease of your hips, opening you further for his inspection. “You were right.”
“About?”
“She’s soaked.”
Your face burned.
Roy kissed your cheek. “You like him looking at your pretty cunt?”
“Yes.”
Jason’s eyes lifted. “Say it properly.”
You swallowed. “I like you looking at my cunt.”
“Good girl.”
Your knees nearly folded. Jason caught you before they could, one arm wrapping behind your thighs. He lifted you without warning and placed you on the edge of the mattress.
Roy pulled his shirt over his head.
You stared.
He was broad through the shoulders, his body marked by pale scars and the firm muscle earned through years of physical work. Jason stood and removed his own shirt more slowly, exposing a heavier frame, thick arms, and a chest you had spent months trying not to watch beneath sweat-darkened fabric.
They were both beautiful.
They were both looking at you.
Roy stepped between your knees and touched your chin. “You’re staring, sweetheart.”
“So are you.”
“Yeah, but we’ve earned it.”
Jason pushed Roy’s hand away and crouched in front of you again. His mouth touched the inside of your knee.
Roy climbed onto the mattress behind you, spreading his legs so you could rest between them. He drew you against his chest while Jason kissed higher along your thigh.
Your fingers tightened around Roy’s forearm.
Jason’s breath warmed your cunt. “Open her wider.”
Roy hooked his hands beneath your knees and lifted them apart.
Jason pressed his mouth to you. The first stroke of his tongue pulled a broken sound from your throat. He licked slowly from your entrance to your clit, then repeated the path with enough pressure to make you squirm against Roy.
Roy held you open. “That good?”
You nodded desperately.
Jason stopped.
Roy laughed beside your ear. “He wants words.”
“So good,” you breathed. “Please.”
Jason’s mouth returned to you. He ate you with the same relentless concentration he brought to his work, learning each response and adjusting until your hips moved helplessly toward him. Roy kept your thighs spread while kissing your neck, his hands gliding across your breasts and stomach.
“Look at him,” Roy whispered.
You forced your eyes open.
Jason’s gaze was already on you.
His mouth sealed around your clit. Two fingers pressed slowly inside.
You cried out and tried to close your legs, but Roy held them apart, his grip firm enough to remind you how completely trapped you were between them.
“She’s tight,” Jason said against you.
Roy’s erection pressed against your lower back through his jeans. “Think she can handle us?”
Jason curled his fingers.
Your head fell back.
“She will.” The certainty in his voice sent you over the edge.
Pleasure broke through you with enough force that Roy had to tighten both arms around your body. Jason kept his mouth against you, drawing out every pulse while you shook between them.
When he finally lifted his head, his lips shone.
Roy caught his jaw and kissed him.
The sight jolted through you before your first orgasm had fully faded. Their mouths met above your spread body, Roy tasting you from Jason’s tongue while Jason’s wet fingers remained inside your cunt.
Jason pulled back first.
Roy looked down at you. “She liked that.”
Jason’s fingers flexed.
You moaned.
“She likes everything right now.”
Roy shifted from behind you and stood beside the bed. He unfastened his jeans without looking away from your face.
Jason remained between your thighs.
The denim dropped.
Your breath stopped.
Roy was thick.
You had imagined both men more times than you wanted to admit, but imagination had not prepared you for the heavy length that curved upward against his stomach. His cock looked almost disproportionate in his hand, flushed and already wet at the tip.
Your thighs drew together instinctively.
Jason prevented it with one broad hand.
“Don’t hide.”
“He’s big,” you whispered.
Roy smiled, pleasure and pride warming his face. “Yeah?”
Jason removed his belt. “Don’t encourage him.”
You watched Jason push his jeans down.
If Roy was thicker, Jason was slightly longer, his cock heavy and hard against his lower stomach. The sight of both men standing over you made your mouth go dry.
Roy stroked himself once. “You were saying?”
Jason stepped closer to the bed. “She said you were big. She hasn’t felt what she has to take yet.”
Your cunt clenched around his fingers.
Jason noticed.
Roy groaned. “She really likes this.”
They stripped completely, then joined you on the mattress. Jason stretched beside you while Roy knelt between your legs. Their bodies crowded the bed, turning a space that had always felt too large into something warm and close.
Roy kissed down your stomach.
Jason caught your jaw and turned your face toward him. “Keep watching me.”
Roy’s fingers spread you open.
Jason kissed you as Roy’s tongue touched your clit.
Roy was less controlled than Jason had been. He teased until your hips began moving, then followed each motion with his mouth as though enjoying the way you lost patience. Jason kissed you through it, one hand around your throat without pressure, holding you precisely where he wanted you.
Roy pushed two fingers inside.
You moaned into Jason’s mouth.
“More,” Jason told him.
A third finger joined the first two. The stretch made you gasp.
Roy slowed long enough to work them deeper, spreading and curling them until discomfort melted into pressure. Jason watched your expression, his thumb stroking beneath your jaw while Roy prepared you.
“Good girl,” Jason murmured. “Taking everything he gives you.”
Roy’s mouth returned to your clit.
Your second orgasm rose more slowly but struck harder, sharpened by the stretch of three fingers and Jason’s praise. You came with your hands clutching Jason’s shoulders, Roy’s name breaking from your mouth as he held you open and licked through every tremor.
Roy lifted his head, and Jason looked at him.
Neither man needed words.
Roy moved first, kneeling between your legs while Jason shifted toward the headboard.
Your pulse leapt.
Roy settled his hands around your hips. “Come here, sweetheart.”
He drew you onto your knees.
Jason sat against the headboard in front of you, his legs spread, his cock resting heavily against his stomach. Roy positioned himself behind you, his thighs against the backs of yours.
The arrangement made your body feel small.
Jason touched your lower lip with his thumb. “Remember what you told us downstairs?”
You nodded.
“That you wanted both?”
“Yes.”
Roy’s cock slid between your thighs, coating himself in the wetness gathered there.
Jason wrapped one hand around his length and guided the head toward your mouth. “Then take us.”
You opened for him.
Jason pushed across your tongue as Roy pressed against your entrance.
The first stretch of Roy’s cock stole your breath.
Jason withdrew enough to let you gasp around him before feeding himself back into your mouth. Roy moved slowly but continuously, his thick length spreading you wider with every inch.
Your hands gripped Jason’s thighs.
“She’s struggling,” Roy said, his voice rough.
Jason brushed his thumb along your cheek. “She likes struggling.”
You moaned around his cock.
Roy pushed deeper.
The pressure became immense, your cunt stretched full around him while Jason’s length occupied your mouth. You could not speak. You could barely breathe beyond the rhythm Jason allowed, but every part of you felt consumed by them.
Roy finally settled against you. His hips pressed flush to your ass.
Your eyes watered.
“Look at that,” Roy murmured. “She took all of me.”
Jason’s hand slid into your hair. “Of course she did.”
The praise made you clench.
Roy groaned and gripped your hips hard enough to move you against him.
Jason guided your mouth along his cock while Roy began to thrust.
At first, they kept separate rhythms. Roy rolled into you slowly from behind while Jason let you take him at your own pace. Then Jason looked over your head.
Roy understood.
Their timing aligned.
Each time Roy pushed deep into your cunt, Jason slid farther into your mouth. Each withdrawal left you empty in two places at once before they filled you again. Your thoughts dissolved beneath sensation, the slide of cock over your tongue, the thick stretch between your legs, the weight of their hands controlling your body.
Roy spoke constantly. “Pretty little thing. Look at you taking us.”
Jason’s grip tightened in your hair.
“Made for this.”
Roy’s hand moved beneath you and found your clit. “She’s dripping all over me.”
Jason looked down at your mouth stretched around him. “She’s drooling too.”
Humiliation burned pleasantly beneath your skin.
Your body tightened around Roy.
“She likes being our messy girl,” Roy said.
Jason brushed a tear from beneath your eye. “She likes knowing she belongs between us.”
You tried to nod.
Jason’s cock pressed deeper.
Roy’s fingers circled your clit faster.
Pleasure gathered until your arms began to shake. Jason supported more of your weight with his hand beneath your jaw. Roy held your hips steady, taking control of every movement as your coordination disappeared.
Your orgasm tore through you.
You cried around Jason’s cock, the sound muffled while your cunt clenched violently around Roy. Roy swore and thrust deep, his hips pressed hard against you as he filled you.
The heat of his release spread inside your cunt.
Jason watched your face. “Swallow.”
He thrust into your mouth once, twice, then held you close as his cock pulsed across your tongue. You swallowed everything he gave you, your throat working around the head until his grip loosened.
For several seconds, none of you moved.
Roy’s chest rested against your back. Jason’s hand remained against your cheek. Your body trembled between them, Roy still buried inside you while Jason slowly withdrew from your mouth.
A thin strand of spit connected your lip to the head of his cock.
Jason wiped it away with his thumb. “Beautiful.”
Roy eased from your cunt.
His come began slipping down the inside of your thigh before Jason could reach for the towel beside the bed. Roy gathered you into his arms while Jason cleaned you with careful hands, their touches gentler without becoming uncertain.
You rested against Roy’s chest and watched Jason.
He lifted his eyes. “What?”
“You’re still hard.”
Roy looked down between Jason’s legs. “Show-off.”
Jason tossed the towel at him.
Roy caught it with one hand. “She wants the other half.”
You did. The first round had left you soft and boneless, but the sight of Roy’s cock beginning to harden again and Jason still thick against his stomach rekindled the heat inside you.
This time, Jason moved behind you.
Roy settled against the headboard and opened his thighs.
He was thicker even before fully hard, his hand moving lazily along his length while he watched Jason arrange you on your knees.
Jason’s palm traveled down your spine. “Ready to take the bigger one in your mouth?”
Roy’s eyebrows rose. “Bigger?”
“Thicker,” Jason corrected. “Don’t start.”
“You said bigger.”
“She knows what I meant.”
You leaned forward and licked the head of Roy’s cock.
Roy’s argument dissolved into a groan.
Jason spread your cunt from behind, examining the mess Roy had left inside you. “He filled you up.”
Roy’s fingers threaded through your hair. “She looks good with my come dripping out of her.”
Jason pushed two fingers inside and worked Roy’s release deeper.
You whimpered around the head of Roy’s cock.
“She’ll look better with mine added.” The possessiveness in Jason’s voice made your whole body tighten.
Roy guided himself into your mouth. His thickness stretched your lips immediately. You could not take him as deeply as Jason, but Roy seemed delighted by the effort, his thumb stroking your cheek while you worked more of him across your tongue.
Behind you, Jason lined himself up. His cock pressed into your used cunt.
The stretch was different this time—longer, slower, sharpened by how sensitive Roy had left you. Jason filled you inch by inch until your body had nowhere left to yield.
Roy watched your face. “Too much cock for our girl to think.”
Jason bottomed out.
Your eyes closed.
“She doesn’t need to think.”
He drew back and thrust.
Roy’s cock slid deeper into your mouth as the force pushed you forward. His hands steadied your head without forcing you farther than you could take, letting you establish the rhythm while Jason used your cunt from behind.
Jason was more controlled than Roy, but no gentler.
He drove into you with deep, deliberate strokes, each one reaching somewhere Roy’s thicker cock had not. One hand gripped your hip. The other flattened between your shoulders, holding you down as he fucked you.
Roy looked over you toward him. “You’ve been wanting to do this since she hugged you.”
“Before that.”
Your cunt clenched.
Jason’s thrust faltered.
Roy laughed breathlessly. “She likes knowing.”
Jason leaned over you, his weight pressing you farther onto Roy’s cock. “You want to know how long I’ve imagined you like this?”
You moaned.
“The first time you bent over that temporary desk.”
Heat flooded your face.
Roy stroked your hair. “For me, it was the ladder.”
Jason gripped your hip tighter. “Which time?”
“When she held it for me and kept staring up.”
“You told me she was looking at the ceiling.”
“I lied.”
Their admissions broke something loose inside you.
You sucked Roy deeper.
He groaned and tipped his head against the wall.
Jason’s pace increased. Your body rocked between them, mouth filled with Roy, cunt stretched around Jason, every thrust forcing one man deeper while the other withdrew.
They talked over you and about you, praising the way you took them, the obscene sounds your body made, the come already coating Jason’s cock.
Roy’s fingers tightened in your hair. “She’s our perfect little housewife now.”
The words should have embarrassed you.
Instead, your cunt clenched so hard Jason swore.
Roy’s smile became wicked. “Oh, she liked that.”
Jason bent over you and wrapped one hand around your throat. “Likes cooking for us. Packing our lunches. Letting us come home and fill her up.”
Your eyes rolled shut.
Roy brushed his thumb across your cheek. “We should keep her.”
“She’s the one with the house.”
“Then she can keep us.”
You tried to laugh and choked around Roy’s cock instead.
Jason pulled you back just enough for Roy to slip from your mouth.
You gasped for air.
Roy’s hand wrapped around himself, slick with your saliva. “Tell us.”
“I want to keep you.”
Jason thrust deep.
You cried out.
Roy guided his cock back across your tongue.
Jason’s fingers found your clit from behind.
The next orgasm built through your overstimulated body until every touch felt almost unbearable. You could not escape the friction of Jason’s fingers, the slide of Roy’s cock over your tongue, or the relentless depth of Jason’s thrusts.
They held you through it.
Roy praised every tear that escaped. Jason told you how good you were, how perfectly your cunt gripped him, how beautiful you looked ruined between them.
You came again with a sound you barely recognized.
Jason continued through the pulsing squeeze of your cunt until his rhythm finally broke. He hauled you back against him, buried himself as deep as your body allowed, and came inside you with a rough groan against your shoulder.
The heat filled you for the second time.
Roy watched Jason’s face above you, then looked down at your swollen mouth. “Mine.”
You took him as deeply as you could.
Roy came across your tongue with one hand cupping the back of your head. You swallowed, catching what escaped with your fingers before Jason drew your body upright against his chest.
Roy leaned forward and kissed you, tasting himself from your tongue.
Jason remained inside you while Roy kissed you, his arms wrapped around your middle and his release trapped deep in your cunt. When Roy drew back, Jason turned your face and kissed you next.
The three of you collapsed onto the mattress in an uncoordinated tangle.
Jason left first only to retrieve water and another towel. Roy remained beside you, tracing idle patterns across your stomach while your body slowly stopped trembling.
When Jason returned, he cleaned you before himself.
“You realize,” Roy said, watching him, “that she has now fed us, housed us, and let us use her body as a shared recreational space.”
Jason handed you the water. “Don’t call her that.”
You took a drink. “I kind of liked it.”
Roy looked unbearably pleased.
Jason closed his eyes briefly. “Of course you did.”
You pulled him down beside you. He came willingly, stretching along one side while Roy occupied the other. Their bodies surrounded yours, too warm and too large, leaving you pinned beneath limbs and heavy hands.
You had never felt safer.
The house was quiet.
No pipes groaned inside the walls. No loose window rattled in its frame. The roof held against the wind moving through the trees, and the floors beneath the bed had been reinforced until Jason declared them capable of surviving anything reasonable.
Roy glanced toward the ceiling. “Do you think the bed’s level?”
Jason’s eyes remained closed. “I will smother you.”
“I’m just saying, she keeps rolling toward me.”
“You’re pulling her.”
“That’s speculation.”
Roy pulled you closer.
Jason immediately tightened his arm around your waist from the opposite side.
You smiled into the darkness.
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The work officially ended the following week.
Jason gave you the final invoice at the kitchen island. Every expense was itemized with almost insulting precision, including the replacement drill bits Roy had destroyed and then attempted to blame on the age of the house.
Roy leaned over your shoulder while you reviewed the paperwork. “You’re charging me for the drill bits?”
Jason did not look up. “He used six.”
“The nails were unusually strong.”
“You weren’t drilling into nails.”
“Then the wood was unusually hostile.”
Jason signed the final page and slid it toward you. “Don’t let him touch power tools unsupervised.”
“I’m a licensed contractor.”
“You’re a public safety concern.”
You signed your name.
The finality of it settled over the three of you. The house was complete. Their tools were packed. The truck was loaded. There was no unfinished wall, leaking pipe, or suspicious noise left to justify their arrival the next morning.
Roy looked around the kitchen. “Guess that’s it.”
“No,” you said.
Both men turned toward you.
You opened the drawer beside the sink and removed two keys. They were new, cut that morning. One had a red rubber cover. The other had black.
You placed them on the island.
Jason stared.
Roy picked up the red one. “What’s this?”
“You know what a key is.”
“I know what it is. I’m giving you an opportunity to say something romantic.”
You looked at Jason instead.
His gaze remained fixed on the keys.
“I have four bedrooms,” you said. “A finished kitchen. No ceiling leaks. The workshop in the barn could be repaired, and there’s enough space behind the house to build whatever storage you need for the business.”
Roy’s teasing faded.
“You’re asking us to move in?”
“I’m asking why two contractors who can rebuild an entire farmhouse are still paying rent to a man who keeps a bucket beneath their bathroom ceiling.”
Jason lifted his eyes to yours. “This isn’t because of the apartment.”
“I know.”
“You don’t have to offer us a place because you saw where we live.”
“I’m not offering you a place.”
Your voice shook despite your determination. “I’m asking you to come home.”
Roy crossed the kitchen first.
He wrapped both arms around you and lifted your feet from the floor, laughing against your neck while you clung to his shoulders. Jason remained beside the island for several seconds longer, staring down at the black-covered key.
Then he picked it up.
Roy set you down.
Jason approached and cupped the back of your neck, kissing you slowly while Roy remained pressed against your side.
“When?” Jason asked.
Roy pulled back. “That’s it? No speech?”
Jason looked at him. “Tomorrow.”
“You’re not even pretending to think about it.”
“I’ve been thinking about it since she started packing our lunches.”
Your heart squeezed.
Roy kissed your temple. “I’ve been thinking about it since the French 75s.”
“You got drunk and tried to measure the pantry for your record collection.”
“It would fit.”
“There’s no outlet.”
“You can install one.”
Jason sighed. “We’re going to need a bigger truck.”
They moved in that weekend.
Most of their belongings fit into a single rented van. The furniture from the apartment was either abandoned with the landlord’s permission or donated, though Roy insisted on keeping an armchair so ugly that you briefly reconsidered the entire arrangement.
Jason carried the heaviest boxes. Roy directed him badly. You unpacked the kitchen supplies and discovered that they owned three bottle openers, one functional pan, and a cocktail shaker Roy claimed was an essential household tool.
Their clothes filled the previously empty guest room closet.
Their boots joined yours in the mudroom.
Jason installed additional shelving in the barn before his first box had been opened. Roy repaired the porch swing despite it not appearing on any list. By Sunday evening, the farmhouse had changed again, not through demolition or construction but through accumulation.
Jason’s jackets hung beside the door. Roy’s music played from the kitchen.
Their preferred beer occupied separate shelves in the refrigerator: amber lager for Jason, citrusy IPA and raspberry sour for Roy. A bottle of sparkling wine waited beside the elderflower liqueur because neither man had any shame about wanting flowered cocktails when the mood struck.
You made dinner while they carried the last boxes upstairs.
You made too much out of habit.
Then you remembered there was no longer any need to pack portions for them to take home.
They were home.
Jason came downstairs first. He stepped into the kitchen, looked at the containers lined along the counter, and understood immediately.
“You can still pack lunch.”
“For tomorrow?”
“For every day.”
Roy entered behind him. “Please tell me that one is mine.”
“They’re both yours.”
He kissed your cheek and stole a piece of roasted potato from the pan.
Jason slapped his hand away.
Roy stole another.
You watched them begin their familiar argument in the kitchen they had rebuilt, their voices filling the room while dusk settled beyond the windows and the old farmhouse held all three of you inside its newly repaired walls.
The listing had promised good bones.
You had believed it meant the house.
You understood now that foundations were only the beginning.
A home was what you chose to build upon them.
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I have more thoughts on this and they're eating my brain, read part 1 here for more context.
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So I was thinking about the more sexual aspects that come with this type of dynamic, especially when it comes to how I personally headcanon both Jason and Roy when it comes to the bedroom. I think they're very different from each other both in terms of how they treat their partners, and how the feel/approach sex in general.
So I think if either dynamic, if you were dating Roy or Jason with the other being his boyfriend, would have very different outcomes if you guys decided to have a threesome.
If Roy is your boyfriend, and your invited into his and Jason's bed, I think he would have an air of wanting to show off a bit in front of both of you, and demonstrate exactly where both of your buttons are, the things that make you squirm and whine so easily, and how the other should press them. He has Jason sitting next to you near the pillows while kissing down your body, finding all your soft spots, treating them with such care. He's teasing you for whining, biting fresh hickeys into your skin, all while giving you those gentle touches he knows makes you beg. When he finally, finally gets down to your throbbing parts, he's shooting a crass smile up to Jason as he's nosing your arousal, breathing your scent in. "You can kiss them, y'know? I don't mind sharing." He breaths, his smirk turning wicked when he hears Jay's breath hitch. "They like it when you hold their jaw while making out, and press some kisses behind their left ear if you wanna hear how pretty they can sound." He says huskily before diving mouth first onto you, the glare you were shooting him melting away in an instant with both of them on you.
And Jason's so soft with you, like he's touching porcelain. He's treating you as if you're something that isn't quite his that he doesn't want to return damaged. His touches to your skin are soft and methodical, like he's afraid of his own strength on your skin. It's different with Roy, the man's almost as built as he is and has taken beatings before, he can be a bit mean with him. But with you? His boyfriend's lover? He's not taking any chances, not risking either his relationship (whatever it may be at this point) with you, or that with his boyfriend. He's touching you softly, whispering gentle questions to you, making sure you're enjoying yourself, that he's feeling you up right, treating the right spots with care. It's so endearing, and so fucking hot. When you suggest you blow him while Roy's still between your legs, he blushes from head to toe, shooting the redhead a look, silently asking for permission. "Relax, they aren't my property. You can put your cock in their mouth, handsome., I'd love to fucking see that" And with an eyeroll at that remark, he accepts with a quiet. "If you're sure you want to." You definitely are. When you dip your head down to capture his leaking tip between your lips, his fingers flex into fists at his side, making no movements to touch you. He arches back at the way your mouth envelopes him, and makes the prettiest noises muffles behind his fist he's biting into. Roy catches this, reaching up and grabbing with of Jay's hands. "C'mere, need you to keep touching their needy parts while I lick at their hole, yeah? Think you can do that for me big guy?" Fuck the way he speaks is so lewd. Jason nods as best he can while wrapped up in his own pleasure, his deft fingers finding where you're most sensitive, and touching with desperate percision. When Roy sees you react, moaning around Jay and squirming, he ancors your hips down, his warm tongue licking flatly across you desperate entrance. "You two are so fucking gorgeous, love to see my pretty babies being nice on each other." He breaths, before devouring you in earnest as Jason and you please each other.
When it comes to Jason's turn with the archer, he's got him on all fours as he opens him up, the bat burying his head in his arms to muffle the soft sounds he's making. Unsurprisingly, Roy's running his filthy mouth, saying all the things he wants to do to his beefcake of a boyfriend, before his eyes lock on you, seeing you recover from the earth shattering orgasm they both put you through not long ago. He shoots you a sleazy grin, gesturing for you with his head. "Sweetheart, why don't you give Jaybird here something nicer to press his face into, yeah? I'm sure he'd like that, wouldn't you?" He asks, delivering a soft slap to Jay's ass. Sharp green eyes meet yours, and where a sarcastic and witty man that you hung out with in the living room once was, is a shy and needy thing that couldn't hurt a fly. He nods to you, letting you know he'd be happy to put his mouth to good use. As you get your thighs on either side of his head, Roy adds. "Don't be afraid of squeezing his head a bit or pushing him down so he does it right. He likes to be of service, huh baby?" The comment is punctuated by a soft whine that becomes a growl, Jason blushing like a madman. "Such a fucking dick, Harper." He mumbles, sharing a soft smile with you before his eyes roll back in pleasure from Roy's fingers. "Doesn't sound like your mouth's all that busy Jay, get to it. I want you to clean up all that spit I left on them and replace it with yours." And who are either of you to deny that request?
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In the instance where Jason is your boyfriend, I think the dynamic is a bit different. Both of you know Jason is shy when it comes to sex, always eager to please but definitely having limits and comfort zones he would never dare cross. So for you to be with someone like Roy, a guy who is a certified pervert and down for almost anything, it kind of opens things up to try new things with Jay, while also getting to experience some of the things he wouldn't touch with a ten foot pole.
"That feel nice, gorgeous?" Roy asks from behind you, strong hands holding your hips as he moves you back and forth on Jason's thigh. All you can do is nod your head and let out a needy "uh huh" as he pushes you to grind your hips forward, helping needy moans leave your throat. One hand comes to hold your head steady under your jaw, making you look at Jason. He eyes every move with lethal precision, and you catch the tick in his gaze at how his hand is holding you. "Roy, play nice. Be gentle with them." Your boyfriend warns, earning an eyeroll. "They'd tell me if I was being too rough." He breaths. "Tell Jaybird how good you feel sweetheart." He mumbles into your ear, pressing a kiss to your temple. You're barely able to stutter out a "so good" before the redhead has both hands gripping you again, pushing you to press down harder to your delight. Jason is watching you with lustful eyes completely filled with love, a hand reaching out to cup your face to pull you into a gentle kiss.
That's what makes the difference pop. Jason is sweet and gentle, wanting to give you everything you want when it comes to sex, but his hands aren't made to bruise in that delightfully agonising way. His brazen attitude, sarcastic and electric, doesn't exist in here, he isn't at the point where he feels comfortable bringing it in. But Roy has none of those qualms. He's happy to do whatever you please, happy to leave marks and pretty bruises and see those tears well in the corners of your eyes. He thrusts into you hard and fast, having your back in a deep arch while you mouth at Jay's cock. He's giving you those deep strokes where his cockhead meets your sweet spot with harsh impact, rather than the slow grind Jason prefers. You're whining on his dick, legs shaking as Roy gives it to you. Looking up, you catch the tick again, this time in Jay's jaw. "Ease up, Harper." He orders in a voice you've never heard. It's an order between teammates, not a request between lovers. "You wouldn't - shit - be saying that if you could feel how they're fluttering around me." He pants, his retort accompanied by the ever present applause of his hips meeting your ass and thighs. Jason looks down to you, gaze warm. "Is this still ok?" your nod isn't sufficient. "Words, my love." You let go of his cock to respond with a shaky "So fucking good, Jay. He's making me f-feel good", your point is made by your eyes meeting the back of your skull. "See, they're loving it." Roy chides, laying a slap on your warm skin, you moaning with it. While Jason seems more convinced then before, that action puts a fire behind his eyes.
What you get to witness after you finish in a grand display of Roy's abilities is fascinating. Jason, your Jason, who would apologize if he held your hips too hard, has Roy pressed into the mattress, pinning him down with his weight, as he grinds their hard cocks together, agonisingly slow. He doesn't use his strength in a harsh way, doesn't lay blows or use mean words, but he's lethal with his he punishes his boyfriend for being a bit too rough with you. "I told you to ease up." He growls, his hips rolling in a gentle torture you couldn't imagine. This was Jay's version of being mean, nothing hard or fast, but messy and slow and not giving in as he usually does. Roy is moaning and desperate, trying to buck up but he quite can't from under his boyfriend. Soft whimpers and cries replace the unabashed moans and groans from earlier. "T-they liked it." He argues, head tiping back as Jason rubs their sensitive heads together. "I don't care, they're not yours, you don't get to fuck them like that without my say." Fuck, the possesiveness is off putting but in the best way. "If they were fucking you like that I'd be just as upset." He whispers, pressing a searing kiss to his boyfriend's lips. "I-I know" Roy whines, looking to you with a fucked out smile. "I'm n-not sorry though, and won't apologize, they enjoyed themselves." He hums. Jason rolls his eyes, grinding in against him again, loosing a bit of his own control. "I know you won't, dickhead." He shoots you a look, a smirk seeing how fucked out and pleased you look. "and maybe you have a point there…we should do this more often."
It was very hard to sway your boys away from something they wanted. Or a promise they made.
Unfortunately, this happened to be both of those things.
While they had been away on a mission, you'd made the mistake of expressing that you felt ugly over a call, and the two of them had immediately threatened to come home and fuck some sense into you. (Not an empty threat by any means- you still owed Kory and Bizzaro an apology for Jason running off in the middle of a mission the last time this had happened. And you should probably send Dick a card and some fruit- he's still in the hospital because Roy bailed on him.)
You'd managed to convince them to stay for the rest of the expedition, but you didn't manage to get off scott-free. Which is how you ended up sandwiched between your boyfriends, who were maliciously reminding you of how much they loved you- and your body. Especially your pussy.
"R-Roy," you whimper, a keening sound. Jason snorts and spreads your legs more, so Roy can continue licking at you slowly, languidly. "Roy- R-Roy, 'm sensitive!"
Jason's got you pressed up against his back, thick thighs bracketing yours. He's still in his boxers- somehow- but you're completely naked, squirming as Roy eats you out. Over and over and over again. "Aww, honey girl." Roy cooed breathlessly, pulling back to lick his lips and watch your muscles twitch under Jason's hands. "You can take it, huh? I know you can."
Jason kisses your cheek as his hands move to settle over your stomach, pulling you closer to his chest. "Mmm, he's being mean, isn't he, angel?" He teased, a rumbling laugh escaping him. "Does our baby want something inside her, huh?"
You whine in embarrassment, eyes squeezing closed as Roy leans in, kissing between your boobs, biting down softly and leaving little marks as he moved up to your neck. "Please," you manage to warble out. "Please fuck me."
That's all it takes, really. Jason and Roy may be physically strong, but when it comes to you, they're the weakest men in the world. Roy greedily takes you from Jason, who shuffles up the bed to take his boxers off and toss them somewhere near where the vague shape of other clothes are. He'll complain about how he can't find them later, but right now he has a one-track mind.
Roy spins you around and presses his cock against your ass, peppering your shoulders with sweet kisses even as he bends you at the waist so you're eye-level with Jason's dick. "So perfect." Roy breathes, hand smoothing up and down your spine. "God, baby, you're so perfect. I would die if you were any more beautiful."
Jason nods in agreement, biting his lip as you slowly drag your tongue up from his balls to his tip. He groans softly, hand carding through your hair. "Such a perfect angel," he breathes, guiding you down to take his tip into his mouth. You suck on it, looking up at him with soft eyes, and it takes everything in him not to cum immediately. "Our good girl, huh?"
You nod, a muffled "Yes" escaping around his dick.
Roy groans as he sinks into you, biting his lip as he watches you swallow Jason's cock into your mouth. He likes the way you whimper when he pushes in, likes the way you sound with dick in your mouth and another one stuffing your cunt. "God," He chokes out, voice hoarse. "Fuck, could never get enough of this pretty fucking pussy."
And he starts to move.
The world melts away. It's only you, Jason, Roy, and the softness of the bed beneath you.
Jason is panting and whining and bucking into your mouth, his pretty face flushed red, all high on his cheekbones. He cums in your mouth with a low growl when you swallow him to the base, then gag softly. He pulls you off when he's soft, the most love-dumb look in his eyes as you blink blearily.
"So pretty." Jason whispers weakly, his free hand thumbing away some cum at the corner of your mouth. You're too far gone to string together any semblance of words, let alone sentences. He brushes your hair from your sweaty forehead.
And then Roy takes the back of your head and presses it into the mattress, fucking you harder, his other hand coming around your hip to rub circles into your clit. You writhe and moan beneath him, face squished into the comforter beneath you. Somewhere above you, Jason and Roy are spouting praise, hands are smoothing up and down your spine, little kisses are dancing across your skin. You cum with a trembling whine and Roy groans, "Fuck, that's it," as you spasm around him.
He thrusts once, twice, and then he pulls out, his cum splattering over your ass as he jerks himself to completion.
Jason tugs you up to rest against his chest, your cheek pressed against his collarbone as he soothingly kisses your face. "Did so good, pretty girl." He whispered.
Roy snuggled up to the two of you, resting his head on Jason's thigh and his hand on your hip. "So good," he agreed weakly.
Later, the three of you would get in the shower and wash off- Jason would eat you out one more time, just for good measure- and then the bed would creak under the weight of three bodies. Asleep. Cuddled together.
But right now? A nap sounds like a really good idea, as Jason demonstrates by promptly falling asleep with his head resting atop yours.
Notes: I've been cooking this JayRoy x Fem!Reader for some time now, the only thing is... I got excited and ended up writing waaaay too much so this will be separeted in two parts. This is part one, if you guys like it lemme know if you want part two, pls!!!
PART 2!!!!
WARNINGS: Talks about stalking, nearly death experince, violence, murderer, being socialy secluded, a lot of complicated feelings. This is part 1!
Words: 4,7k
Synopsis: It never crossed Roy's mind that his cute civilian ex would be knocking at his apartmant door asking for help. Jason never tought that he would've to help his boyfriend with his ex, but he is, especially because she might die if they don't help her out.
Things are not so great at the moment. And she knows it, that's why she stands in front of her ex boyfriend's apartment door, picking at her nails and looking everywhere but the door. She knows she shouldn't be looking for him, but in the situation that she finds herself, Roy may be the only person that can help her out. Rationality, she knows it's no biggie, showing up and asking for her ex boyfriend, who is a very known vigilante, to save her skin. However, emotionally, she knows it's fucked up.
Taking a deep breath, she knows it's a bad idea, but she reaches for the door and knocks. Taking a step back, y/n can feel her muscles starting to shake in a nervous fit.
It's been two years since she saw Roy for the last time, and she wonders how much has changed since then.
The door is open and y/n looks up, to find a tall brunette looking at her with an arched eyebrow. She smiles, trying to be polite. He doesn't smile back.
“Hi! Is this Roy Harper's apartment?” She asks, still picking at her nails and the man in front of her notices.
“Yes” he answers, his voice deep and intimidating and for the first time she knows for a fact that this is more than a bad idea, it's a terrible one. But then again, it's better than dying.
“Is he home?” The man crosses his big arms over his chest, taking in a more intimidating stance than before.
“Yes”
He is not the most polite ever, and it's starting to make y/n panic turn into frustration very quickly.
“Can I talk to him?” the man clicks his tongue, obviously not liking her request. Well, what can she do, a girl needs to try her shot.
“Who is at the door, love?” a familiar voice asks and now she understands. The huge guy in front of her is acting up in a jealous fit. Does he know who she is? Probably.
“Your ex” he says, and yeah, he knows who she is.
They can hear steps coming in the direction of the door and a very confused Roy shows up, wearing only a pair of gray sweatpants and his hair is longer, long enough to be put up in a man bun. Cute.
“Y/n?” He is pale and it seems like he just saw a ghost in front of him. She smiles and gives a tiny wave, not knowing how to act. When she decided to ask Roy for help, she knew that there was the chance for this to happen. A chance to find out about his new partner, a chance that he would look terrified, a chance that he would say no and let her die. Simple stuff.
“Hi, Roy” things are awkward, the three of them looking at each other like idiots.
“What are you doing here?” Roy seems offended that she ever had the guts to show up like this and honestly, she understands him and would deal with this situation in a more aggressive way if it was her in his place.
“I need your help” she can feel her cheeks burning and her heart rate increase, she feels the sting of a broken nail and her palms are sweating.
“With what?” Who asks the question is the brunette man, and y/n finally looks at him. He is wearing the same attire as Roy, paired up with a long sleeve black compression shirt, and she realizes how big he actually is. If he wanted to, he could throw her through the stairs of the building with ease. He is scary.
Instead of actually answering the brunette, she started rambling all of her thoughts to them, feeling her chest tight.
“I know you told me not to go, I know you said my brain would put me in danger one day and that my smart mouth would kill me and honestly I never believed you, but I fucked up. I fucked up real bad, Roy.” Desperation seeps through her voice, making her look ridiculous but the amount of panic in the woman in front of Roy only sparks his worry.
“What the fuck did you do?” He asks, taking her wrist and pulling her inside the apartment, practically throwing her in their living room.
“I stumbled across files I should have not stumbled across.” Roy Harper is not a man to worry, unless it's his daughter, Jason or Dinah. Or Y/n.
She was always one to worry about. Always too smart for her own good, always too clever to her own safety, always too curious. She found out way too easily his identity as Arsenal when they were dating. He knew that one day she would have a price over her head.
“What does that mean, y/n?” He is basically yelling at her now, frustrated that she doesn't give him the information he needs. She pouts, hating the fact that Roy is yelling at her.
“It means you were right, ok? I am too curious for my own good and now some rich people want me dead.”
Fuck it.
Jason didn't see this one coming, not even a thousand miles away. When he woke up this morning, sore from their last mission, he wouldn't have guessed that Roy's most recent ex and only civilian ex, would show up at their doorstep asking for Roy to save her skin from rich people.
Jason sighs, drawing the attention to him. He closes his eyes, hoping this is some weird dream, but when he opens them again, two pairs of eyes are staring at him. He thanks the gods that Lian is with Alfred.
“And how could Roy help you?” Jason asks, wondering what is going through this stranger woman's head.
“As Arsenal, obviously” she says, as if Jason is one dumb fucker, and he can't believe that this is happening.
“She knows?” Roy shrugs, as if saying ‘I have no control over that’.
“She found out when we were three months into the relationship” Jason looks at her again, shocked with this new piece of information. He knew they dated for over a year, and also knew how heartbroken Roy was when she left to live in Ireland because of a job opportunity. He didn't know she knew about Arsenal, though.
“It was actually quite easy to figure it out” she says, her eyes roaming over him, not in a ‘I am attracted to you’ way but in ‘who are you?’ type of way, and that made an uneasy feeling set in Jason's stomach.
“How?” He needs to know how she found out, how her brain works. Jason knows a lot of people, for fucks sake, he knows Tim and Tim found out Robin's identity at the age of nine, not many things shook him, but it's eight in the morning and this woman is definitely weird.
“I noticed they have the same scar on the left arm”
Jason's eyes bulge just a little and he looks at his boyfriend, who is looking at the floor, probably embarrassed with how easily a civilian found out his identity.
“I know” the read head says, clicking his tongue “she is a freak with that brain of hers”
It's y/n's turn to sigh, rolling her eyes. She looks at Jason again and says, very calmly.
“I knew I could say Roy is Arsenal near you because I firmly believe you already knew. Not because he told you, but because you are like him” the nervous and anxious girl from before is gone and she looks more confident and comfortable, and that uneasy feeling of having someone with a bigger brain than yours in the room comes back to Jason's stomach.
“And why's that?” Roy chuckles, and Jason looks at him with a quizzical look but the redhead says nothing, just smiles.
“You keep analyzing me, noticing every single move I make. For a guy your size you are very quiet and silent” she point out, numbering everything she says in her manicured fingers “Also, you keep reaching for your thigh, as if you keep looking for a gun in a holster” Y/n points to his hand, resting in his left thigh, and he wants to curse himself.
“I will make an educated guess and say you are Red Hood, the guy that is always with Arsenal” She says and smiles, tilting her head to the side, exposing her neck that has a hand imprint on it. “You are him, aren't you?”
Jason nods, not verbally answering her, but he knows there is no use lying since she knows about Roy's identity. What actually sparks his interest is the marks in her neck. She notices him looking and she once again hides her skin from them. Jason looks at Roy, to see if he saw the same as him, and his boyfriend's gaze is focused on y/n neck as well. There is more to this story than she is truly telling, and they know.
“She found out about Dinah in forty minutes in the same room as her.” Roy says, instead of saying something about the purple marks, walking to the kitchen to get a water bottle for himself.
Jason looks at her, doing exactly what she said he was doing before, but now he takes his time. Analyzing her. Meanwhile, she keeps an eye on Roy, who is not caring at all about the exchange behind him.
Roy turns around, holding his water bottle and looks at the two of them. He drinks all the water with a few gulps, feeling the cold water calm him down to the conversation he will soon have. He really wants to know who is the fucker that tried to choke her to death and left those marks on her smooth skin.
“Come with me” he says, pointing at a very shocked Jason and a very smug y/n to follow him.
The three of them get in a room decorated to be a study, Roy sits on a couch in the corner of the room and Jason sits next to him, his big arm going around Roy's shoulders.
“Explain yourself, pookie” Roy says and y/n takes a deep breath, collecting her thoughts to start explaining herself to the two vigilantes in front of her.
“It all started a few months ago when Campbell Enterprises, the place I worked at, developed a new project. One that was secretive and only a few would participate, the HR did a whole campaign to encourage us to participate in the selective process to choose the ones that would be a part of this new project. I was hoping I was not chosen, honestly, I was fine with the workload I already had at my lab at the time, but it was mandatory to participate” she pauses, taking a deep breath and looking at the window, watching the sun come through.
“They chose me and a few others to be a part of it, but it was all too secretive, even for us that were working on it. It was tiring, since my regular workload kept coming” she clicks her tongue and blinks, as if she was transported back to the moment that she is telling them about. “One night I stayed later than usual, it was just me in the laboratory, I was tired and annoyed with a few things so I started digging around, just so see if I could see the development of the others that I worked with.”
She blinks again, swallowing tears and looks at them. Roy and Jason are looking at her very attentively, waiting patiently for her to continue. There is no pressure, no tension in the room, just two men looking at her as if she was made of glass and that, for some reason, soothed the pain inside. Y/N is too used to not allowing herself to be fragile, but right now, with Jason and Roy, she feels that she can allow herself to be a little bit vulnerable.
“That's how I ended up coming across the real motivation of the project. They told us that we were developing a new medicine for kids with cancer, when in fact, we were developing a new drug so they could kidnap children and teenagers with more ease.” There is silence in the room and inevitably, they all thought about Lian, that is safely with Alfred, but she could not be, like many others are not.
“And they found out you came across those files and that's how you got five fingers in your neck?” Roy asks, arms crossed and a frown between his eyebrows, looking irritated.
“Not exactly” she says, her right hand going instinctively to her neck, gulping just to remember the touch of that man on her skin. “They found out I knew, but they didn't make it obvious. I knew they would find out eventually and come after me, but until then I thought I could keep living my life.”
Silence reigns the room, the three of them knowing she was just living an illusion until reality came knocking on her door.
“I went out on a date” she says, and that sparks even more their interest. Jason scoffs, not believing what he just heard.
“You knew you had a target on your back and you went on a date?” He asks sarcasm in every word that he says. She nods and Roy looks at her with disbelief in his green eyes.
“I was needy” she simply states, shrugging as if it was not a big of a deal, except it was. “He was a hitman”
Jason and Roy look at each other, not knowing how to actually react to her words. It all seems so out of this world, especially with the way she tells things, so calmly.
“We were kissing, he grabbed my neck and said that I was too curious, he had a good grip but I had a pocket knife” she is smiling and Jason knows for a fact now that she is crazy.
“So you stabbed him” Roy says, a smirk forming in the corner of his red lips. She nods.
“Didn't kill though, just enough to run away” she looks again at the window and takes a deep breath, “that's how I ended up in an airplane to Gotham. I called Dinah and asked where you lived, she told me you moved to Gotham, gave me your address and that's how I ended up here.”
She looks at them again and they can see in her eyes that she is lost. Desperate. In panic and disbelief of herself. What Jason can't see but Roy can is that Y/n truly believes she is going to die if they don't help her out.
Roy is not happy to have his ex, who broke his heart even if their break up was mutual and mature, standing in front of him. Roy is not happy that Dinah just gave information on him so easily. But he is less happy with the idea of y/n dying. No, he gets angry just with the idea of her not existing anymore.
And Jason may not know y/n, but he knows his boyfriend. He knows Roy just as well he knows himself and Jason can see it in the redhead's eyes that they will help her out, even if it fails, they will try their best. Jason can also see the care and admiration in Roy's eyes every time he looks at her, it's the same way Roy looks at him.
Jason will have to swallow his pride and jealousy, because he is going to help his boyfriend's ex to not die.
“We will help you” Roy says, looking at Jason for support and he finds everything he needs in his lover's eyes.
“But with a few conditions” Jason says, now looking at the younger woman. He knows she is younger than them, but now she truly looks like it. The sun is bathing her from her side, making her eyes shine and seem bigger, her lips are painted a glossy red and her cheekbones are chubby and pink. He can't deny, she is adorable and pretty.
“Anything” she says, her lips quivering just slightly. Jason smirks, he knows he is an asshole, but he also gets the job done.
“You will be staying at one of your monitored safe houses, and you won't leave the house, unless one of us is with you.” Roy nods, his gaze focused on her. The redhead forgot how beautiful she looks with her hair down and a turtleneck and he can't stop staring at her now that he noticed.
“We will make the groceries for you, just give a list. Also only burner phones and not social media” Roy says, and y/n was expecting nothing less than that. She is asking for them to keep her alive and she knows they will do it, even if it means keeping her away from society for a while.
“And we need all the information that you have” Jason finishes, reclining himself against the couch, relaxing his muscles.
Y/n stares. She was always curious and when she thinks something - or someone - is pretty, she stares. She didn't look at Jason until she did, and now that she sees what Roy sees, she can't stop looking.
They are both attractive men, she can't decide which she will take a look at longer, her brain working faster than normal to keep up with everything that she is thinking, from the information that they need to Jason's muscles and Roy's pretty lips.
She knows it's going to be a long ride with those two around her.
4 MONTHS LATER
It was comfortable to stay hidden from society while Roy and Jason were dealing with the issue she put herself in. It is comfortable to stay in and watch movies, read books and cook whatever she feels like cooking. It is comfortable not having to go out to do her own grocery shopping, since Jason did that for her in the last four months, and he never forgot anything from the list. It is comfortable to have them around all the time, it is comfortable to have Lian over on the weekends to play with dolls and paint ceramics with her.
However she knows it's not going to last any longer. Actually, all this comfortable scenario is over as she stares at Roy and listens to him talk.
“It’s all over, we fixed everything up, you can go back to living your life, pookie” he says, his green eyes shining with something she can’t quite comprehend, but she knows the feeling that is attached to her chest. He is sitting in a chair in front of her, only a table stopping Y/N to reach out and hug him until her heart stops growing with pain.
She got comfortable, she created an illusion for herself once again. They were there almost everyday, talking, making jokes and eating homemade food made by her, she even got to befriend Jason in the first month, just to develop feelings for him in the third. In the second month she already knew she still loved Roy with her whole soul, and seeing him so dedicated to see her safe again only intensified that.
She can’t explain, really, how she feels. She just knows its different but she loves them both. Roy is like a ray of sunshine that comes through the window, always warm and welcoming, always making her feel important and cared about. He was always good at making her feel like she is the only girl in the world, like she is actually important and easy to love. It's hard to let those feelings for him go, since she can’t get enough of his smile, his green eyes and his stupid jokes. She thinks that deep down, she never stopped loving him. It was like coming home from a long trip, the feeling of having Roy around again was that. His hugs became frequent again and she thinks she can’t let him go, the warmth and the intimacy are just too good and keeps her sane in the difficult days.
Jason was a surprise. Y/N never thought it was possible to love two people at the same time and in the same intensity, but so differently from each other. At first, she thought she was going crazy with guilt because she still loves Roy, and Jason is his boyfriend. But then, slowly, she realized she fell for him just as hard as she had fallen for Roy. Jason is attentive, caring and even though he is more introverted, he understands her on a deep level. He knows when she is upset before she even acknowledges herself, he always has a good book recommendation and he always helped her in the kitchen when he could. Lian loves him and he is good with kids just as much as Roy is. He is calm and collected and somehow, he soothes her mind.
She loves them.
But she is sure they don’t love her back.
“Really?” she questions it, not believing that she can once again live in society without risking herself.
“Yes” Jason says, he is behind Roy, his arms crossed and he doesn't look at her for longer than what's enough.
“Everything is clean, then?” She questions it once again, fear creeping inside her head, telling that they couldn’t do anything and that she will die if she leaves their embrace.
“Yes, pookie, everything is clean” Y/N nods, pressing her lips together and looking away from them, not knowing how to actually feel. She is happy that she is once again safe, that she can walk around without risking being murdered, that she can talk longer to her parents. But she can feel that pain in her chest, the one telling her this is the last time she will ever talk to them, see them and feel their presence. She is free to go anywhere, but the only place that she wants is not available for her.
While she sits in sorrow, she doesn’t realize that both men are devastated as well as she is. Roy knew it was possible to love two people at the same time, to want to be romantically with two people at the same time, but it never crossed his mind that he would be living this feeling so intensely. He loves Jason with his soul, he would die for his boyfriend and kill just anyone Jason asked him to kill. But he can’t deny that he also loves Y/N, she is everything he could possibly want and not deserving to have. Her smile, her scent, her eyes, her lips, her body, her hair, everything in her was an invitation to his heart. Roy loves her with his heart, he would do anything for her too, he just did. He killed for her last night just to be sure she would be fine. He doesn’t want to let go, but if that's what she wants, he will do it.
Jason was always skeptical about feelings until he fell for Roy, and he fell hard. He loves Roy more than he could ever be possible, he would take Roy in his worst days just as much as he would take Roy in his good days, and he would go against the world to see his boyfriend happy and calm. Jason stopped drug dealing because he thought it was disrespectful with Roy since he is clean and healthy after a long period of darkness. He takes care of all the things Roy doesn’t want to and he is nice to people that once hurt him because he wants to be good for his boyfriend and to Lian. It never occurred to him that he could possibly fall for Y/N during this time working for her safety. But he did. And it was embarrassing. He could not look at her longer than a few minutes or his mind would drift to scenarios they would never live, and then he would feel guilt eating him up. Jason was going crazy over his feelings for this woman, she was diabolical with the way she made him feel. The way she would make him blush with a brush of fingers while cooking, the way she would make his chest warm with happiness when she smiled at him and the way she would make him feel euphoric when she complimented something about him. She was diabolical, and that's why in the last month he told Roy about his feelings.
Jason remembers how long the talk was, and he was not shocked to know that Roy still loves her and he truly understands the readhad, it's easy to love Y/N. Her ramblings about things she likes, the way she walks on the tip of her toes when happy, the way her hair falls over her eyes when she is focused. Jason feels like he is not some monster around her, she makes him feel light and makes him forget about all the vigilante stuff, he feels normal around her and good, he feels good. She makes it seem it's easy to be around him.
They agreed to let her go if it was truly what she wanted, but if she decided to stay, they already talked about asking her out on a date, with both of them. If she didn’t want them both, they agreed that they would move on. It was the three of them together or nothing.
“What are you going to do now?” Roy asks, voice hoarse trying to keep the tears away. The young woman shrugs, her gaze on the wall next to her, deep in thoughts Roy couldn’t imagine what is about.
“A penny for your thoughts, sweets” Jason says, once again looking at her, he can feel the dread polling at his stomach and he just wants to hold her until she gets tired of him and Roy.
“Thinking about my mom and my dad” she says, finally looking at them with tears stuck in her bottom lashes, making her look like a crying angel in the dim light of the kitchen.
“Are you going to stay with them until you find another job?” the redhead questions, his fingers tapping lightly at the table, a clear sign of anxiety.
“Yeah, I think I will,” she says softly, her shoulders drooping and her head falling, somehow hiding her face from the vigilantes in front of her.
“Nice” Jason says, his voice thick with something not even him can say what it is, but he knows it’s not a good feeling. He feels like he is losing her without trying to actually have her in the first place. “They must miss you”
“They do,” she answers Jason quickly, trying to stop the conversation in its tracks, but it looks like he won’t bite the bullet.
“Where do they live, again?” the brunette asks, not wanting to stop because if they stop talking he won’t be listening to her voice.
“New York City”
Jason clicks his tongue not knowing what to say anymore so he looks at Roy, expecting to see the redhead formulating a plan to keep her around longer, but there is only acceptance in this eyes and Jason knows he lost the battle, he knows she would be leaving soon to NYC and if he tries to stop her, Roy wouldn’t help. Not because he doesn’t love her, but because he isn’t the type to hold people where they don’t want to be.
Roy gets up and smiles fondly at Y/N, hiding his true feelings behind a mask. “If you need anything, just call us.”
She smiles, a tiny one, and nods again understanding that she is not wanted around when in fact what they wanted more is for her to stay with them.
“See you around, boys” she says, leaving for the bedroom that will no longer be hers in the morning.
a potential unholy!verse idea for you. Jason bringing in reinforcements if reader has been very bratty or bad. Jason and Roy would be merciless. Edging you forever until they finally let you cum. But you don’t get one orgasm, no no no, you need to be taught a lesson so you get more and more orgasms. They overstimulate you until your trembling and mumbling apologizes. Then they think you’ve learned your lesson. Cue the aftercare cuddles, kisses, snacks, and a warm bubble bath to get you cleaned up. Plus all of the praise for how well you did.
I wanna fight you but at the same time, I wanna marry you
cw: smut, threesome (male x male x female), punishments, anal, ass licking, oral (male and female receiving), cowgirl position, restraints, ball-gags, teasing, orgasm denial, overstimulation, 69 position, nipple play
MINORS (UNDER THE AGE OF 18) AND AGELESS BLOGS DO NO INTERACT // I WILL BLOCK YOU
see roy as a switch (leaning dom) so having them tag team you when you've been particularly bratty when Jason was away on a mission would be insane.
Having tied you spread eagle to the bed with a ball gag in your mouth, they make you watch Jason fuck into Roy, all the while Jason is stating that how you ould be in Roy's position if you weren't such a little slut. Or that only good little sluts get rewarded, which Roy lets out a particularly loud whine at.
Afterwards, they take a break to recuperate by lazily eating you out. They untie you, make you and Roy 69, while Jason licks over your ass and spanks you every time you pull away from Roy's cock to moan. And they wouldn't let you cum, no matter how much you whine and wiggle. You still haven't earned your reward.
When Roy shoots down your throat and both men pull away after denying you countless time, you're a blubbering mess. Tears running down your face, nose a bit snotty, hips jerking up with every light touch they give you. And at this point, they'll give you your reward, which is riding Jason as Roy whispers dirty things in your ear as he rubs your oversensitive clit.
You could explode from all the overwhelming sensations. Jason pounding into your cunt, broad hands gripping your hips. Roy, switching between pinching your nipples and rubbing fast circles over your clit.
They would be obsessed with tyring to make you squirt (Roy particularly) so they would try and find the right spot to target and once they did, it was over for you. You came over and over again, your release squirting all over the bed and onto Jason's stomach and Roy's hands. Ande eventually, you beg for them to stop and they do, letting you collapse onto Jason as he stuffs your dripping pussy with his cum.
They would be soo good at taking care of you. running you a bath, putting ointment on any cuts or bruises that occurred, and giving you lots of snacks and water. You would all settle down into bed, both men curled around you with your head on Roy's chest as you watched some cheesy romcom on Netflex before you fall asleep.
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Just finished this - the smut is in Chapter 2 and features Tank!Jason and Trans!Roy. You're welcome.
Rating: Explicit
Relationships: Roy Harper/Jason Todd
Additional Tags: Past Tim Drake/Jason Todd, Blood Kink, Trans Male Character, Rough Sex, Sadism, Masochism, Trans Roy Harper, Jason Todd Has Issues, Roy Harper is Arsenal, Jason Todd is Red Hood, Minor Tim Drake/Kon-El | Conner Kent, Knifeplay, Edgeplay, Top Roy Harper, Bottom Jason Todd, Bratting, Angst and Porn, Smut, Bad BDSM Etiquette, Post-Break Up, Rough Body Play, Choking, Love Triangles, Jealousy, Communication Failure, Dom/sub, Not Beta Read, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Blood Drinking, Clothing Destruction, vaguely hopeful ending, Cunnilingus, Oral Sex, Roy Harper Needs a Hug, Implied/Referenced Drug Use, Tank! Jason Todd
Summary: When Jason said, "This was never going to work out…I'm sorry, I'm never going to be the hero you want me to be. I have every confidence in you that you'll stay the hero that I know you are", it had hurt like hell. Roy wanted to scream at him that he was only a hero because Jason broke him out of a cell and kept him honest about his sobriety; that he'd never wanted Jason to be anything but himself and that'd been more than enough; that this didn't have to be an ending - but in the end, he'd let him go, because you can't keep a bat in a cage and claim that you love it.
And, you know what? Maybe, if they'd never fucked, Roy could've walked out of this without feeling like he'd been shot in the chest - but they had…multiple times…all over Starfire's ship and Gotham's rooftops.
Warnings: plot and porn (this fic has both…), explicit sexual content, polyamory, complicated power dynamics, court politics, arranged marriage pressure, sexual inexperience, BDSM dynamics, dominance/submission, brat-taming, spanking, restraints, manhandling, rough sex, choking/throat holding, oral sex, vaginal sex, anal sex, double penetration, breeding kink, size kink, praise kink, possessiveness, jealousy, consensual objectification, consensual kink, kink negotiation, dumbification, dacryphilia, aftercare, emotional vulnerability, angst with a happy ending
Summary:
Princesses are taught diplomacy, etiquette, bloodlines, and the value of silence. They are not taught what happens after the wedding feast, behind locked doors, in the dark.
When you ask your personal guards for the truth, Jason Todd and Roy Harper know they should refuse.
Unfortunately, you have never been easy to protect from yourself.
Author’s Note:
inspired by this text post -> a very sheltered princess reader, who demands her older advisor teach her EVERYTHING about sex
for clarity, all characters are adults. Reader is twenty-two at the start of the fic. Jason is twenty-seven, and Roy is twenty-six.
this fic is complete and will be 15 chapters total. Chapter 1 will be posted on July 10, with new chapters every Friday after that.
Enjoy!! ❤️💛
☁️-> fluff 🥀-> angst 🌑-> dark or heavy themes 👀-> suggestive 🔥-> nsfw
👑 Chapter 1 — The Question (7.8k words) ☁️
👑 Chapter 2 — Terms of Instruction (7.1k words) ☁️
👑 Chapter 3 — Looking (7.4k words) ☁️👀
👑 Chapter 4 — Touch (8.9k words) ☁️👀
👑 Chapter 5
👑 Chapter 6
👑 Chapter 7
👑 Chapter 8
👑 Chapter 9
👑 Chapter 10
👑 Chapter 11
👑 Chapter 12
👑 Chapter 13
👑 Chapter 14
👑 Chapter 15
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credit to @uzmacchiato for the cherry divider, @robin-vb for the Roy Harper fanart, and Nick Robles for the Jason art ❤️💛
