is it what you hoped for (part one)
pairing: alpha!jason todd x omega!afab!reader x beta!roy harper
summary: you had an incredible night with the men, and now it's time to meet their partners; or you go on individual dates with each duo
content: omegaverse, fingering, cucking, multiple orgasms, semi-public sex, jaspn fucks you while roy watches, male masturbation, unprotected sex, creampie, mentions of a knot,
wc: 3.6k
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spin off of: choice is yours | part 1 (jason + roy) | part 2 (dick & wally) | part 3 (tim & conner)
A blue glow pulses from your nightstand. When you check your phone, you see a message in the group chat named "The Greatests" where Wally, Roy, and Conner hang out.
'wally: jason's actually super chill, promise you'll have a good time!'
Your teeth graze your lower lip as uncertainty settles in your stomach. It's not fear exactly, you trust they wouldn't introduce you to someone dangerous. But meeting their partners? That's different territory altogether.
Last week's wild night in somehow led to this: an invitation to meet everyone's significant others. Which wouldn’t be a problem except, what do you say to the men who watched as their friends and pack members gave you multiple orgasms?
‘Hi, hello! You sure did pick a good one! How do you feel about the tongue thing he does?‘
You shake your head, mentally telling yourself to get it together.
Roy had managed to secure the first paired meeting, claiming that Jason had been making a conscious effort to be around and to take fewer shifts. Something that was a direct result of that night.
‘Watching, Hood? Bet you are,’ Roy taunts into the camera, voice thick with challenge, ‘Don’t scowl at the screen, big guy, you know what happens when you leave me unsupervised. Maybe you should pick up fewer shifts, then you could be here with our pretty princess and me.’ Roy’s quiet for a bit, focused on the feel and glide, his tip hitting your clit every time, drawing a gasp from you. ‘She feels fucking amazing and I’m not even in her.’
The phone vibrates in your palm, another message from Roy, but this time when you glance down, you notice it's not just between the two of you. He's created a group chat: Roy, Jason, and you, three names lined up like suspects in a police lineup.
roy: we’re on our way! jason’s very excited to be in you!
Then a minute later, your phone vibrates again with a new message.
roy: sorry, meant ‘meet you’ ;)
You let out a soft laugh, amused until your phone vibrates again.
jason: both are true. 15 minutes away.
The message sent a flush of warmth through you, arousal already pooling in your underwear. Those late-night thoughts about the two of them, together, suddenly seemed less like fantasy and more like an imminent possibility. Fuck, should you change?
You moved through your apartment with deliberate care, tucking keys and wallet into your bag, checking the stove twice. The sharp ring of the doorbell startled you mid-motion, as two scents lingered on the other side of the door. You hopped awkwardly into your shoes, fumbled with the lock, and swung open the door to find them standing shoulder to shoulder, framed by the hallway light.
Roy greeted you with a wide smile, “Hi Princess. Wow, you look incredible.”
You beam at seeing him and lean forward, following his projected movement to kiss you on the lips. Right before your lips can meet, a firm hand rests on Roy’s shoulders, physically stopping him while also reminding both of you that you were, in fact, not alone.
“Behave Roy, we just went over the rules before we left the car.” A deep voice said, slightly raspy but filled with an Alpha tone that meant he was serious.
When you pull back completely from Roy, you make eye contact directly with the tall figure, Roy’s partner, Alpha Jason Peter Todd.
He’s a massive man, definitely filling out the broadness that is typically associated with his designation. In his scent is the bitter scent that is associated with feralness that Roy and the others had warned you about.
You had two conditions before accepting this meeting: the safety of both you and Roy, and that Jason actually wanted to meet. You also made sure to tell them that the details would come from Jason himself when he is ready to share them with you, and not a second before.
When Jason steps fully into your doorway, he doesn’t crowd you, but instead, he straightens slightly. There’s something almost ceremonial in the way he looks at you — not devouring, not claiming. Assessing, very close to appreciating.
“You look beautiful,” he says simply.
No smirk or exaggeration, just his voice radiating truth but for some reason that makes a small smile come to your lips. This is the big bad feral alpha that everyone was warning you about?
Roy elbows him lightly. “That’s it? That’s all the rehearsing got you?”
Jason doesn’t even move or blink to Roy's jabbing. “I don’t rehearse.”
But his hand flexes once at his side before he deliberately folds it behind his back — posture straight, shoulders squared, like he’s presenting himself for inspection.
“It’s good to finally meet you properly,” he continues, tone steady. “I appreciate you agreeing to tonight.”
Appreciate. Not lucky or excited. Who the hell is this man?
In your distraction, you failed to notice the sly look that Roy gives Jason, before Roy leans in a little too close to you, playful as ever and clearly trying to test whatever agreement that had reached before arriving to your door. Quick as ever, Jason’s hand comes up firm against Roy’s chest to stop him before he could actually get closer to you.
“Behave.” Jason repeats, a bit of a rumble heard that affected you and clearly Roy. The redhead lifts both hands in mock surrender, grinning before he continues in a sarcastic tone, “Yes, sir.”
Jason exhales through his nose and then looks back to you, softer again. “You ready?”
He offers his arm, which you gladly take, before Jason attempts to give Roy a look that he pretends not to see as they walk you down and out of your building.
The truck is rugged but clean, and both of them move in sync without speaking. Roy reaches the passenger door first, but Jason is the one who steadies you as you step up — palm hovering just behind your back in case you need him.
When Roy starts the engine, Jason settles beside you but leaves a respectful few inches between you. It’s deliberate. You can feel the discipline in it.
Roy laces his fingers with yours easily, thumb brushing along your knuckles. Jason watches for half a second — not jealous, just evaluating, satisfied that Roy isn’t pushing.
“You’ll like where we’re going,” Roy says.
Jason glances at you. "And if you don’t, we can leave. No debate.”
The certainty in his voice isn’t controlling but protective. He says it like it’s his responsibility to ensure your comfort.
As the drive continues, Roy fills the silence with questions and jokes, his energy warm and easy. Jason speaks less, but when he does it’s thoughtful and clear that the Alpha isn't completely obsessed with getting into your pants, despite what his message said earlier.
“What’s your go-to way to unwind?” he asks after a moment.
Roy coughs, “Smooth move.” Jason remains unfazed, eyes focused on you, and your potential answer. You know that Alphas are determined, they're hunters, and right now you certainly feel like the prey.
You pause, caught off guard by the unexpected depth of his inquiry. “Why do you want to know?” you reply a bit playfully, trying to gain a better understanding of the man in front of you.
Jason huffs out a little laugh, but his gaze steadily holds yours. “Because I’m curious.” There’s no embellishment, just sincerity in his tone.
Roy teases you about your taste in music, and when you shoot back that 'his playlists sound like a midlife crisis', Jason lets out a laugh that’s low and completely unguarded.
It transforms him. For a second, the controlled posture slips, and you see the warmth underneath.
Roy notices it too, his grin softening as he sees two of his favorite people getting along. He'd be lying if he said his heart didn't skip a beat at the thought that this could potentially be his, be theirs, that they could be yours. As long as tonight goes well.
In a brief moment of contentment and comfort, a clearer picture of them begins to form in your mind.
Roy is fire — quick to spark, quick to move. Jason is structure, the walls that keep the fire from burning the house down. It’s easy to see how they work. Roy drags Jason out of the shadows, and Jason keeps Roy from drifting too far. They steady each other.
And something inside you aches quietly. You don’t want to wedge yourself between them, rather you want to stand beside them. Be something solid too.
When the truck slows at the overlook, you gasp softly. The town spreads below like scattered constellations, the sky streaked with fading gold and deepening blue.
Roy hops out first, circling around, but Jason is already stepping down on your side, offering his hand this time.
“Careful,” he says quietly. He doesn’t let go until your feet are firmly planted. From behind the seat, he retrieves a picnic basket — properly packed, neatly arranged. You can tell he organized it.
Roy bumps his shoulder. “He color-coded the containers.”
Jason’s jaw tightens. “It's efficient. Now shut up and keep going forward.”
You take Jason's offered arm again as he escorts you to the blanket that Roy set up. It’s not dramatic, but deliberate, as you could tell that the blanket is an expensive plush one, top of the line for omegas, and not a random blanket from home or a last-minute edition.
You sit between them at first, as Roy talks animatedly, gesturing with a chip as he tells a story about nearly blowing up a microwave in high school. You tease him mercilessly, fully relaxed and focused in the moment.
Jason watches the exchange, eyes sharp and soft all at once. When you make a particularly devastating joke, he huffs a quiet laugh and mutters, “You walked into that, Harper.”
Roy gasps. “Et tu, Brute?”
Jason laughs as his hand comes to your lower back when you lean forward to grab something from the basket. It’s instinctive and steadying, but not possessive. A delicate balance, but one that you find you enjoy very much.
His thumb presses lightly once before withdrawing.
As the night deepens and the air cools, the space between you and Jason narrows gradually. A shoulder brushes yours, his knee angled toward you instead of away.
When your movements grow slower, and your head dips slightly, he notices immediately.
“You’re tired,” he says softly.
“I’m fine,” you reply automatically.
He studies you for a long second — not doubting you, just… considering.
“You can lean on me,” he says, without teasing or smugness. Just an offer that you don’t hesitate to accept. You’re not blind and can see how well-built Jason is. You'd be an idiot to deny the chance to cuddle with him. And it's something your inner omega would rather fucking die than deny herself.
He shifts smoothly, guiding you back against him. His legs bracket yours, thick and warm beneath you. His right arm plants firmly behind him for support, creating a solid wall at your back.
His left arm slides around your waist, pulling you just close enough to be secure, not trapped. The heat of him sinks into you immediately. His scent — leather, something clean, something distinctly him — wraps around you slowly, grounding.
For a moment, you forget how intimate this is. You’re nestled between his thighs, his chest against your back with his arm firm around your middle.
Roy watches with a small, knowing smile but says nothing. He just reaches out and brushes his fingers lightly over your ankle in quiet reassurance.
Jason’s chin lowers slightly, hovering near your temple but not quite touching.
“If you’re uncomfortable,” he murmurs quietly, meant only for you, “tell me.”
You shake your head softly. “I’m good.”
His arm tightens just a fraction in response — a silent acknowledgment.
As Roy talks again enthusiastically about the movie he watched last week—something with explosions and a car chase that made him lean forward with bright eyes—Jason's hand brushes higher on your waistband. The rough pads of his calloused fingertips catch slightly on the fabric, leaving tiny trails of warmth against your skin through the cotton. You exchange a careful glance with Roy, whose voice never falters even as understanding flickers across his face. He keeps talking while subtly pressing his leg against yours for continued support, the denim of his jeans warm and solid against your thigh.
Jason's thumb pushes beneath the waistband of your jeans, the cool metal of the button pressing against your stomach. He hesitates, waiting for your permission, making him laugh slightly at your excited nods of agreement. You can smell Jason's alpha scent deepen, blending with Roy's scent of arousal as Jason takes his time unbuttoning. As soon as it's undone, Jason slides a finger beneath the edge of the cotton of your underwear to caress your heated skin.
Roy's eyes flicker between you both; he talks slower now but continues nonetheless. Jason's finger teases your entrance before sliding deeper inside you. The sensation causes you to gasp and lean more into him. Roy’s gone silent, entranced by the sight that was appearing in front of him.
"Why'd you stop, Roy?" Jason's voice rumbles low against your back, his breath warm on your neck. "Finish your story." His other hand roams up to cup your breast through the fabric of your shirt. He squeezes gently as he moves in rhythm with the finger buried inside you.
With each stumble Roy makes in his storytelling, Jason halts his movements momentarily before resuming with increased determination. The teasing leaves you squirming between Jason's powerful thighs.
“Please, please just finish the damn story.”
Roy finally ends his tale, a familiar, almost manic grin on his face, while his eyes never leave the scene you two make. Meanwhile, Jason presses your hips down, urging you to ride his fingers as you find your release. The intensity of the orgasm leaves you breathless and clinging to Jason.
Afterward, once you come back to yourself, you see Roy coming closer to you both just for Jason’s foot to gently rest on his chest, effectively stopping him from getting closer.
“And where do you think you’re going?” His voice sounds rougher, like he’s struggling to maintain his control. By the stiffness that’s digging into your back, you have a pretty good idea of what was troubling him. Fuck, were you about to fuck him? That wasn’t nearly enough prep for how thick he feels through his clothes.
Jason's voice drops to a growl against your ear, his slight stubble scraping deliciously against your sensitive skin. "We're not done. And you're not done watching." His eyes lock with Roy's, who swallows hard enough that his Adam's apple bobs visibly. The silver moonlight catches the hunger in Roy's eyes as Jason's long, skilled fingers curl deeper inside you, the rough pad of his thumb finding that perfect spot that draws out a breathless gasp from your parted lips.
Your vision fractures into a prismatic explosion of white-hot stars as Jason works you through three more devastating peaks, each one leaving you more liquid and pliant against the unyielding wall of his chest. The metallic rasp of his zipper teeth separating cuts through the hushed darkness like a thunderclap, each metal tooth surrendering with a tiny click that vibrates through your oversensitized body. His breath catches and then releases in a shuddering exhale against the delicate shell of your ear, hot and damp with want, when he finally frees himself.
"Easy," he murmurs, his voice like gravel and honey, guiding himself to your slick entrance with agonizing patience. The stretch burns sweet as he rocks just the crown inside, then withdraws with excruciating control, teasing both you and Roy with the glistening sight. He repeats this three more times before you whine, earning a low chuckle from him. Your fingernails dig crescent moons into his corded forearms as he finally sinks deeper, his powerful thighs tensing beneath yours, spreading you wider until you feel impossibly full.
“Fuck, you’re taking me so well sweetheart. What do you say about giving Roy here a show like the one you guys made for me?” Jason whispers into your ear, making you nod in agreement. There was little that Jason couldn’t get you to do when he’s hitting the perfect spot inside you.
Almost as if he knows the effect he’s having on you, he chuckles before looking at Roy. “You can watch, but no touching. Got it?”
When Roy said yes, the word seemed to crack open something inside all three of them.
Jason did not waste a second. He shifted his weight, the hard bracket of his thighs locking you steady as he adjusted where you sat flush in his lap. The change in angle startled a whimper from your throat and sent electric heat rolling through your entire body.
All the restraint he’d shown before was gone now. He fucked you with a pace that was neither frantic nor desperate, but measured—powerful, calculated, devastating. It was as if the Alpha was engineered for this: every flex of his abs, every torque of his hips, dialed in for maximum effect. You felt it in every bone, every nerve ending, every single muscle that fluttered and clenched around him.
He spoke against your ear, voice rough with desire. "You're so tight, so fucking soft," he growled, his breath hot on your neck. "Wanted this since Roy first showed me you." His hips snapped forward.
"Feel so good I could stay here forever." His teeth grazed your earlobe. "Roy's watching us. Wants you too."
You moan out loud at that thought, and glance up to see Roy's hungry eyes. "If he behaves," Jason continued, "next time we'll put you between us." His hand tightened possessively. "See how much you can take. Mark that pretty skin of yours. Both of us together with gorgeous, sweet you in between."
It was the promise in the “next time” that did it for you. You clenched harder, breath coming in ragged pants. Your hands, desperate for something to anchor you, grabbed at Jason’s forearm, then his thigh, then finally settled on the rough denim of his jeans at the seam where it strained over his quads. He growled—actually fucking growled—at the pressure of your grip, and responded by thrusting even deeper, grinding the base of his cock against your clit and holding you there until your vision whitewashed and your muscles locked up.
You almost forgot Roy was there until Jason, between thrusts, reached around your waist and, with a kind of practiced ease, grabbed the hem of your shirt and hiked it up enough to bare your chest. His fingers found your nipple, pinching hard enough to hurt, just as he rammed back into you. You gasped, eyes fluttering open, and saw Roy across from you—face flushed, pupils huge, lips parted. He looked awestruck, almost reverential; he didn’t say a word, just watched.
Jason kept talking, never missing a beat, his words for both you and Roy now. "Next time," he growled against your ear, loud enough for Roy to hear, "I want to see him on his knees. Want to watch his mouth on you while I hold you open." His hips snapped forward with each filthy promise. "Want those archer's hands all over your pretty skin, right where you need them." He locked eyes with Roy across the space between you. "But for now, hands off," Jason said, voice low and thick. "You can't touch, not yet. Just watch."
Roy’s breath came in shallow rushes, his knees drawn up to his chest as he pressed a trembling fist to his mouth to keep himself silent. There was something raw and sweet about his obedience, the way he only let his eyes wander, but didn’t reach out. It made the possessive pressure of Jason’s arms around you feel even more heightened, like you were a prize being shown off, or a gift being shared.
Jason’s rhythm never faltered, even as your thighs started to shake and your head lolled back onto his shoulder. He slowed just enough to make it last, to keep you right on the edge, while his mouth pressed against the side of your neck, confessing every dark, beautiful thought he’d ever had about you. The words blurred together, but the effect was hypnotic.
At some point, you realized Jason’s hand had guided yours, his large palm covered your smaller one as he moved your fingers, teaching you to touch yourself while he filled you. Obediently, you followed every motion, every pattern, until you were slick and shaking in his lap.
“Look at Roy,” Jason ordered quietly.
You did, meeting Roy’s eyes across the blanket. He looked like he was in pain, his hand now white-knuckled on his own knee. The longing and hunger in his expression was almost overwhelming, and it shot straight through you, making you clench around Jason even harder. You reached a hand out, palm up, inviting Roy closer, but Jason caught your wrist.
“Not yet,” he said, voice dangerous and gentle at once.
You whimpered, desperate. “Please.”
Jason smiled, pure alpha. “Let him watch you cum.”
You were close—so close you could taste it, and so you did exactly as told, letting Jason fuck you through each blinding flutter, each wave, as you came apart in his arms. He didn’t slow down, not even when the aftershocks left you gasping and twitching in his grip. He only held you closer, his right arm banded tight around your waist, his left hand guiding yours as you milked every last drop of sensation.
Finally, when your body was limp and your lungs burned for air, Jason gave Roy a curt, authoritative nod. Roy moved instantly, almost hungrily, fingers fumbling with the button of his own jeans. You watched as he palmed his cock, already thick and flushed, and stroked himself in time with Jason’s thrusts inside you.
It was obscene, the three of you on that overlook, nothing but moonlight and the faint hum of the town below for company. You almost wanted it to never end.
Jason’s movements grew ragged, his breath coming in harsh grunts against your ear. He shifted his grip again, both arms now wrapped around you, pinning you tight to his body. His thrusts lost their rhythm, turning erratic and wild, and he let out a guttural groan as he came. The sensation of him spilling inside you, hot and insistent, sent you tumbling into another, smaller aftershock.
Roy watched, mesmerized by the sight before him, until Jason gave a sharp, authoritative nod of permission. Roy's long fingers wrap carefully around the alpha's swollen base right at the knot as you both shudder through your release, Jason's deep groan vibrating through your joined bodies.
Once you all had recuperated enough to move, you dressed in comfortable silence, exchanging languid smiles and lingering touches.
The drive back to yours was a cocoon of warmth; you nestled between them in the truck's bench seat, Roy's fingers absently playing with your hair while Jason drove with one hand, the other resting possessively on your thigh. The night air rushing through half-open windows carried the mingled scents of pine, sex, and the faint sweetness of your perfume.
All that overthinking, the imagining of various disasters, dissolved like morning mist against the solid reality of their bodies bracketing yours.
a/n: hehe part one posted, part two featuring alpha dick grayson and beta wally west is tomorrow! sorry if it's a bit rushed or choppy, but i hoped you still enjoyed it!
i never know how deep to go into abo dynamics and what the people want, so sorry if you were looking for that!
as always, likes, comments and reblogs are always appreciated! here's a kiss from me to you!😘 see ya tomorrow!
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