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He had been stalking you for months. A bit of Tim’s babbling on “personal information safety” and how “most people didn’t know how reachable their information was for people that knew how to use a computer” had come in handy. Knowing all about you made him feel close to you, even if you weren’t aware.

He made sure his patrols made a stop near your apartment complex, to peek if you had already made it home after your classes and your part-time job. He had your schedule memorized, imprinted in his brain, always aware of your movements.

He didn’t know what dragged him to you, maybe it was your looks, the way your eyes sparkled, or the outline of your figure.

Maybe it was the sickly sweet, almost perfect way you portrayed yourself on your socials.

But he knew you, the real you. How you worked hard to keep your place in Gotham, how you stayed awake most nights studying and he also knew just how fragile you were. Some nights you broke down and cried curled up in your bed, stressed about your studies and your work he assumed but he saw how even then you would pick yourself up and didn’t let anyone else see that side of you.

Oh, but he did; he saw everything.

The night you met was by chance. Things had gone wrong on a mission, and he caught a bullet. He had to flee quickly, knowing Duke would figure out the rest without him. As he was running on a rooftop, his feet guided him to your place without him realizing.

He slipped into the window he knew you never locked. He took in his surroundings, the darkness wrapping up the space, for the first time seeing the room up close, even if in the dark. His rib suddenly stung. Right, the bullet.

He was reaching for one of his pouches when he heard you.

“Hello?” you called out, the door to your room opened slightly, letting the light slice into the darkness of the living room. You slowly turned, seeing the scary huge frame stood in front of the window.

Shit.

“Oh-Oh my god, who are you?” You asked, covering your mouth with your hands, your eyes wide with fear. “What are you doing in my house?!” you screamed, backing up into the room slowly.

He grunted and let out a shushing sound; your loud voice stung his head. He took two steps forward, letting the light hit him so you could see him clearly. His hand was pressed to his rib, covering the wound that dripped onto the floor.

“I didn’t mean to scare you.” His deep voice huffed. “But I need medical assistance.”

He watched you step back into the room. His stomach dropped. Of course, what was he even thinking? Why would you ever-

Then you stepped out again, medical kit under your armpit. You turned the lights on, taking in the image in front of you. Your heart pounded against your chest.

A stranger, a huge one at that, was slumped in your living room, dressed in all black with a leather jacket and a red helmet that depicted an angry expression.

He was huffing, clearly twisted in pain. Being a med student, this was your literal duty, so no matter your fear, you had the obligation to help him, and maybe refine your suturing skills.

Your smaller frame stepped slowly toward the man, reaching out to take his hand, then guiding him to sit on the couch as you kneeled on the floor in front of him.

You opened the kit beside him and got to work. In less than fifteen minutes you were done, having extracted the bullet and carefully sutured the wound. Then the panic started to set in all over again. You slowly looked up at him, but he was already staring right at you.

“Uhm…do you-I mean, do I-?” he cut you off.

“Are you that scared of me?” he said in a monotone tone, the voice changer making it hard to tell what he really was feeling.

“Well I mean, you did come into my house through the window with a bullet in your rib. I think anybody would be pretty scared,” you responded, tripping over your words.

He laughed, a short melodious laugh.

“You really are something. No wonder you got my attention so easily,” he said, almost to himself.

“What? W-what do you mean?” Your stomach dropped. “Do you know me? I mean I kind of figured out you were uhm one of those ‘drug lords’ or something of the sort,” you blurted out. “But how do YOU know me?” you asked, half intrigued, half scared. The anticipation swirled at the pit of your stomach.

At this point, it didn’t seem he was going to hurt you, so you ran your mouth a bit.

Grave mistake.

He said your full name softly, taunting, like he wanted to see your reaction. The knowing looki he gave you, even behind the mask, ran a chill down your spine.

“I know you go to Gotham University, you are a med student and I know that you work part-time at a café from 4 to 8:30. But I also know you like cleaning every Sunday, you like hot showers and I know that your shampoo smells like coconut,” he said innocently, like he didn’t just make you sweat cold.

“I know more than you would be comfortable sharing.” He stood up, finally making you fall back on your forearms.

“I will come back and repay you for what you did today.” he said, as if wanting to express his gratitude.

What for? With all he was doing, you thought he wanted to kill you and make sure nobody ever found you.

You looked up at him and dragged yourself back against the wall. He kneeled in front of you.

“Cover your eyes for me,” he said.

“…What?” you asked, furrowing your eyebrows. Already? Well, you had a good run. You would have to inherit your collectables to your friends from university.

“Be good, hands over your eyes. Now.” You immediately covered your eyes, taking the extra mile and shutting them under your palms, your vision now black.

You heard a click, a gush of air, and then felt his breath near your face. A knot formed in your throat. You squeezed your eyelids hard and waited, expecting the worst.

You started trembling, your mind racing through all the possibilities of what he could do to you right now but instead of the knife to your abdomen that you were expecting yoy felt a soft pair of lips plant on your cheek with the delicacy one would use with a flower. The contact lingering for a couple of seconds against your flesh, your eyes furrowing in confusion.

The ghost of his lips lingered on your cheek, a faint pressure that was terrifyingly soft, and somehow colder than the nighttime air seeping from the open window. You took in the contact, on how the scary figure before you was capable of such gentleness.

It felt like a claim, not just a kiss. A chilling, proprietary touch that whispered on your skin: I know more than you want me to and I am now owner of this small piece of your panic.

You felt him move away and heard again those shuffling sounds, assuming the was putting the steel mask over his face.

“Take your hands off.” You obeyed immediately, confusion all over your face.
You looked at him again, ,confirming your assumption,the deep red mask was over his face again, concealing his identity. He walked over to the window, now standing straight without the bullet digging into his side. Then he turned to look back at you.

“I’ll be back, doll.” With that, he left you to your apartment, a haze of confusion in your brain and a sudden squeeze in your heart.

When you settled, taking in what had just happened to you just as you realized the apartment was empty again.

Ignoring the medical kit that laid on the couch and the blood that had dripped on the floor, the room was the sam. But something in the air had shifted.

Did you just like that?

. . .

You investigated heroes and vigilantes known in Gotham and found the guy, who called himself Red Hood, there he was in all his glory, same exact mask you had seen up close. But in these pictures he was far away, he didn’t let himself be seen so easily.

He was known for being one of the few vigilantes that killed in Gotham. A shiver went down your spine. A mercenary had been in your home and was currently stalking you.

He did seem harmless, at least to you, since you weren’t committing any crime and were an overall normal civilian.

You investigated him, watching all available videos on sightings of the anti-hero around Gotham. You knew all that was available: that he patrolled with Nightwing and Signal but primarily worked on his own.

You couldn’t understand why you, why you out of all people? Maybe he was infatuated, maybe it was a fixation that wouldn’t last. You had been the apple of somebody’s eye before, but those times it was normal, common men.

The days passed, and when you weren’t working and studying, you found yourself looking at clips, news, and posts about the mercenary, curious about him and his intentios with you.

The terror was there, a cold knot forming in your gut, but beneath it, a tiny, shameful thread of thrill made its way into your brain.

How dare you feel anything but revulsion? He was a murderer, a stalker and yet that moment of delicate touch was the most intensely real thing you had felt in a while.

Maybe it was because of your history with shitty past partners, but the sheer violence of the situation and him being kind of endearing with the pet names twisted your stomach in the right way.

You didn’t previously have any fetishistic fantasies with mercenaries or vigilantes, but Red Hood had something that called out your name. If you were a little more normal, you would take a fixation on his counterpart Nightwing. But no, it had to be the cold-blooded killer.

Or maybe it was his physique that called you, his big hands, and his velvet voice under the modulator, he was definitely charming in a twisted way.

You shook your head and finished pressing the panini that had been ordered at the café. You collected it on a plate and the cup of coffee to leave at the customer’s table, then went back behind the counter.

It was late, and thankfully, the day had been slow. There were fifteen minutes left of your shift.

Your eyes went to the glass door opening, the high pitched sound of the bell taking your attention.

A very muscular man dressed in motorcycle gear stepped in. He had a few strands of white hair in his fringe, but it wasn’t the fact that he towered exaggeratedly over you that surprised you.

What surprised you it’s that he had an abnormally handsome but scarred face that looked down at you without a particular emotion.

“Good evening, can I take your order?” you said in a robotic tone, giving him your costumer-service smile, looking away from his penetrating gaze.

“Yes.” He said in a deep, velvety voice, and you started tapping on the screen. “It will be the turkey croissant and a latte.”

You stopped for a couple of seconds. Huh, that’s your go-to order. But you paid it no mind. Just a coincidence.

He saw it, though, how you faltered for a split second. He smirked, but you didn’t see him. The dark gaze that didn’t look away for a second.

The night went fast, your shift ended, the café was empty. You waved goodbye to your coworker as they fixed up the tables.

Now was time to put your plan to the test: if Red Hood was truly stalking you and knew your routine, he surely would appear if you didn’t take your usual walk home.

It was a delusional thought. But after that night you craved it, the attention that came with having somebody that watched your every move.

You were quick on your feet in Gotham; you had to be. You walked the mostly empty streets normally, then purposefully turned into a dark alley. Your baggy sweater blended in with the gray streets as you almost finished crossing the alley.

Right then, a figure landed in front of you. For the second time, his tall masked figure made an appearance. You stepped back in surprise, but he took a step forward.

You expected him. Not like this, but you did. You always felt watched and this just  confirmed it.

“Roaming in alleys alone, getting out of work so late and taking the long way home,” he stated, his voice a low rumble laced with concern. “What are you trying to do, doll?”

When he called you doll, your stomach did a backflip, but you kept your composure. You were playing the long game.

You sighed. “What’s it to you?” you asked, a defiant look straight at the white eyes of his mask.

“What’s it to me..?” He repeated it like he didn’t believe it. Surely you were playing. Alright, he would play along.

He took a menacing step closer, the air shifting.

"Everything," he stated, the voice modulator dropping to a deep, resonant rumble. You shifted in place, looking up at him in surprise.

"Everything you do is my business. You should know that by now. I know you feel watched, I know how much time you spend on your computer searching about me, and I know you did this on purpose.” He took a step forward each time he named those things.

You had always kept everyone at arms length. But without your permission, he put himself right behind you, watching every move you made and making sure you never left his sight.

The worst part was, how could you ask him to get away when his fixation had also turned into yours? And, unsurprisingly, he caught you, he had seen the impulsive behavior that urged you to search for him, an endless loop that consumed you for the past few weeks.

You had walked right into it and you knew it, but you didn’t know what step to take now.

“You are forgetting the part where I don’t know you. You let yourself into my life, and I don’t even know what is under the mask,” you started. “...And it’s just plain rude to come into my home once, twisting my brain all over just to not come see me again,” you said that last part quietly, crossing your arms and looking away.

He didn't dignify your little tantrum with a response. Instead, he simply closed the final distance between you.

He was so close you could no longer look up. The scent of cold metal and old leather filled the air. His big gloved hand snapped to the space between your jaw and neck, a grip of immediate, non-negotiable force. He tilted your head up roughly, forcing your eyes to meet the glowing, unreadable lenses of the mask.

“So this is what it is?” he started. “You are being needy for my attention?” he asked, his voice a low whisper.

“When did I even say that-“ Your protest died in your throat as he squeezed down, just enough to be terrifying, a subtle reminder of the fragile column he controlled.

The pressure was his silencing tool.

"Don't play games, sweetheart,” he said, the modulator spitting the word out like a dark promise. "You're trying to figure out my intentions with you, you are testing me to see if I want to hurt you or protect you. Now, you walk in front of me; I’m taking you home.” He let go of you and stepped aside to let you walk in front of him.

The walk home was nothing short of torture. He wasn’t speaking to you, just watched you silently as you walked in the eerily empty streets of Gotham.

Even dressed like you were, you felt cold. You peeked over your shoulder to see him once again, already looking at you. Your breath hitched, and you turned your head back forward.

“I’m staying over tonight,” the statement floated in the air for a couple of seconds before you nodded. It didn’t matter what you said; you knew his command was not up for debate.

As you reached the corner of your complex, you stopped in your tracks.

“…Are you going to come into the door dressed like that?” you asked, analyzing his attire.

“I’m coming through the window. I’m making sure you get to your apartment first,” He answered.

You hummed.

After closing the door to your apartment, you walked towards your room, locked the door, put your bag on your desk, and threw yourself on your bed.

Then came a knock on your bedroom door. You had to nail down that window.
The knock on the door was firm, insistent. You stood up, went to the door, hesitated, then reached out to the cold handle and twisted.

You opened the door just enough to peek your head out, your eyes meeting his chest, the now familiar gear and leather. Then you looked up to a familiar face; the helmet was gone.

The handsome and scarred face with dark hair and white locks was displayed in front of you for the second time today.

The surprise was written on your face, but what would you do? Even if you started to run now, knowing your stalkers face, he would grab you right back. And maybe tie you down just to make sure.

He stood on your doorway, his broad shoulders scraping the frame. His gaze was intense, but still kept the same chilling certainty as the mask.

“You locked the door,” He said, brushing over the fact that he revealed his identity to you.

His velvety voice grazed your ear like a melody. The absence of the voice modulator was unfamiliar, but not unwelcome.

He raised an eyebrow. “Y-yes,” you looked away. What did he think?

“That can’t happen again, doll.” he stated, stepping into your room. He was getting rid of the last personal boundary you had left.
You backed into the room, still avoiding his eyes. The sound of the door shutting made you look at it.

You stared at the scars dusting his jawline, the intensity of his gaze, it was all him. The red helmet was a lie, this face was the promise. And now he was standing where no one was supposed to be.

He took a step towards you, and you put your hands up in front of you without meaning to. He immediately grabbed your wrists. His gloves were rough, but his touch was surprisingly measured, a slow, deliberate pressure that made your skin prickle. He lowered your hands slowly, never breaking eye contact.

“I like this better. I’d rather be able to look at you in the eyes when I tell you what comes next,” he said, a half smile planting on his face.

You knew he was being serious and currently didn’t know what he was capable of.

The silence between you two didn’t last long.

“I want to lay down some boundaries first,” he said, letting go of you.

“First, no more testing and putting yourself in danger to get a reaction out of me. You know what you are going to get. We are over the games. I see your every move, I know everything, and that won’t change. Don’t question it and don’t evade me.”

In your mind, you thought this was hardly a way of thanking you, but you nodded.

"Second, you will no longer lock this door, or the window in your apartment, when you are home. This is the condition of your safety. You saved my life, and that means my life is now tethered to yours. If I cannot access you instantly, I cannot protect you."

Our lives are intertwined. You blushed at that one, your eyes locked on the floor.
He stepped forward, closing the distance between the two of you. He grabbed your chin softly and tilted it upwards.

“Look at me,” He commanded. “Lastly, my presence here is not for you to be scared. I would never willingly hurt you. You asked if I wanted to hurt you or protect you. You know the answer. But if you want me to stay, if you want to maintain the protection I'm offering, you will stop looking for answers on the internet. You have me. Ask me.” he finished.

He leaned down, his lips brushing your cheek again, a proprietary, calming touch meant to erase the terror he himself inflicted. The kiss was a subtle claim, a soft command to breathe and obey. Your face flushed.

“I will leave you alone now. Go take a shower and get sleep. I will be on your couch. I won’t enter, not tonight at least. You need your privacy, for now.” His soft voice made the frantic beat of your heart settle, even as you realized he’d just given you permission to be alone in your own room, in your own house.

Your covers were warm from the sun. You shuffled in your bed as you opened your eyes slowly and stretched, then sat up and guided yourself to your bathroom. Your mind was blank, memories fuzzy and a sharp realization was preparing to lay on you.

After taking a shower, you began to dress up and fixed your bag for uni. As you stepped out of your room, you saw him.

Ah, right. Realization settling in.

The tall man was lying down on your couch, making the furniture seem small. You walked slowly towards him, kneeling in front of him.

His arm was over his eyes, his breathing deep and deliberate. He looked asleep, but your hand registered the smooth, dense muscle beneath the cotton, a silent, ready weapon. Your hand reached out to his chest, sliding across his tight black shirt down to his abdomen, then you reached out to touch his face.

Your fingers had barely touched his scar when his other hand snapped around your wrist. His grip was immediate but gentle.

“What ya doin', doll?” He asked, lifting his arm off his face, his sleep-heavy green eyes blinking a couple of times as they focused, instantly chilling, on yours.

“You looked too peaceful. I wanted to bother you like you bother me.” You stood up and walked the few feet to the kitchen. The air felt thick with his scrutiny.

The interaction was weirdly domestic. Like he hadn’t invited himself in. Well, it wasn’t like you were throwing him out anyway.

You opened your fridge and started prepping your lunch for the day.

You finished packing up and were making your way to the door. He stepped in front of it, his bulk a sudden, impassable barrier.

You looked up at him, puzzled. "What?" you asked, noting his attire was complete, just missing the helmet.

"I'm driving you to campus," he stated, his voice flat, stating a plain fact. "I need to sync the tracker to your route. Your normal commute is inefficient and exposed. You're riding with me today."

“No need. Goodbye.” You tried to swiftly pass through him, but he didn’t budge.

He grabbed your waist, pushing you back against the edge of the kitchen counter with a startling amount of force. You braced yourself, your arms immediately going up to push against his hard chest.

“Let me go,” you said defiantly, meeting his gaze. He simply kept you pinned, applying enough pressure at your lower back to keep you trapped.

You tried to shake him off, frustration mounting. "Shhh, stop," he snapped, his voice sharp and low. He glared down at you, the green in his eyes hardening.

The sound of his command, the raw authority in his tone, made a sudden, unwanted heat bloom, and you immediately went still, stopping any attempt of wanting to escape.

He let go of your waist, leaving your hands awkwardly raised. "Look at me," he ordered. You deliberately ignored him, fixing your gaze on the floor tiles.

"Hey." He grabbed your chin with his right hand, his grip harsh enough to make your jaw ache. "I said look at me, doll. Don’t test my patience."

You directed your eyes to his.

"Do I need to be physical with you to make you understand the terms?" he asked, his voice now dangerously soft. "I have my bike outside. You will ride with me. Today, I set the parameters of your route. Tomorrow, you can follow them on your own. Agreed?"

You nodded softly. The feeling of fear inside you was weird, because it wasn’t just fear.

When he took you to uni, you had time to think on the back of his bike. Every time you had been moved around by him (Jason, apparently, he let you know), you felt a growing knot in your stomach. It was a good kind of knot, the kind that made you rub your thighs together absentmindedly when he had you pressed against the counter.

Oh, fuck. You liked a mercenary. That realization of liking him wasn’t new, but it was weird.

No, no way. This had to be one of those complexes they had talked about in your psychology course.

How could you even begin to understand that you liked the man that admited to stalk you. But you did. It set in, you really did.

. . .

Jason wondered why you hadn’t been as snappy like you normally were the oast few days. He was settled on visiting you at lleast a couple of times a week. Making his appearance in your home a routine that you got accustomed to.

He noticed how you stole glances at him and how instead of staying in your room when he stayed over, you actually shared a space with him. He liked that, he wasn’t going to lie.

But he knew you did too, he knew you liked his attention all over you.

You also started to ask him questions, about himself, about his job and the family he wasn’t close with. Finding yourself empathizing with those horrible situations that Jason himself was in when he was so young.

Seeing his complexities and how he isn’t just that harsh wall that controled many gangs in Gotham or the ‘adopted’ child of a billionare.

The more you spent time together, the deeper your feelings got into that haze of Jason Todd and Red Hood.

One particular day you decides to test him, how far would he go for you? How controlling could he be?

You wanted his attention, you really did.

You decided that you were going to a party, the semester was finally over and you had a few weeks to relax, why not go all out on the first week?

Jason entered the door with the copy he had of your key, one taken without your consent, but it wasn’t any use getting mad at him for it. He put down a bag of snacks he retrieved for the two of you. Knowing you had a free schedule, he planned for you two watch movies together. Maybe a little more.

You had other plans.

“I’m here, I brought you some sweets.” he said knocking on your bedroom door. The soft sound of music could be heard from the inside. Weird.

No response.

“I’m going in.” he said loudly before entering the room, just in case you were getting dressed. It had happened before and you stopped talking to him for two days.

His eyes scanned the room, they quickly found you, sitting in front of your vanity and finishing your makeup. Makeup? What for? You looked cute without it, there wasn’t any need for that if you were staying in anyway.

He analyzed the sight. You were wearing one of the skimpiest little dresses he had ever seen, a black one that hugged your curves just right. Your hair was down, looking lush, soft and silky. He kept his face blank.

When you finally realized he was standing there, you turned to smile at him. He wasn’t happy.

Jason detailed how your face had it’s features emphasized by the makeup you were wearing, you looked pretty, obviously. But that meant other people were going to see you like this, not happening.

You stood up, the dress rode up your thighs mid-way, you dragged it down as you pretended not to see Jason’s furrowed eyebrows. This was too fun.

“Where do you think you are going?” he asked, already annoyed, his tone harsh. His hands went to his hips, questioning you.

“I’m going to a party today.” you smiled. your kitten heels click-clacking past Jason to search for something in the living room.

Jason turned to look at you, leaning against the door frame. You bended foward rumaging through your things for a couple of minutes.

The dress rode up again, making your red lace panties be seen by Jason, ‘without you realizing’.

It was clear what you wanted to do, he hesitated on giving in. I mean you weren’t going to go either way but he didn’t know if he wanted to entertain you.

“You are not going anywhere dressed like that.” he couldn’t even sugarcoat it by saying a petname, he was that annoyed.

You stood up straight quickly.

“Why?” you whined. “Do I not look cute?” Jason made his way towards you, his tall intimidating frame towering over you.

A hand went to the hem of the dress, pulled and let it go.

“What even is this material, it feels like spandex. You are staying home, no discusion.” he finally said sitting on the couch.

“Oh my God, Jason, you are no boss of me! You can’t just police me like this! I’m not a baby.” you whined. He fell straight to your trap. 

“Oh, I can’t?” he stood up, towering over you again. He grabbed your arm and dragged you to your bedroom.

He stopped in front of your mirror and turned you around. “Look at this shit.” he started “You can see everything, your ass, your panties, you know how many horrible perverted men live in Gotham?” he growled, giving into what you wanted.

“I- What about it?” you whined out, taking Jason by surprise. Now, that crossed a line.

He knew you weren’t the type for parties, this type of clothing it’s something you wouldn’t wear and you knew he would never let you go by yourself.

All of this had “Jason pay attention to me pleaseee” written all over it.

And why would he deny that to you? At least that way you were in his sight and not deunk at some party just to spite him.

He grabbed your waist, sinked in the bed and sat you on his leg. The dress so short that when your ass made contact with his knee, it was bare.

“What is this? Why are you acting like this, doll?” he asked, his dark gaze tracing over you.

You crossed your arms and looked away, refusing him.

“Ah-ah, look at me.” you hesitated for a minute and then turned slowly to look at him.

“See? that’s my good girl.” he praised. “Good girls don’t go to those parties dressed like this.” he said lowly.His eyes travelled to your lips, he grabbed your jaw and pulled you in for a kiss. Fuck.

You had kissed him before, meeting his lips when things got out of control. When the tensions got high, but you never went all the way, pulling back before you both gave your all.

But now it was different it felt deep, making you wrap your arms around his neck, his hand traveling to your back and his tongue asking for permission to enter your mouth.

When you separated, a thread of your shared saliva united you for a second. Then you felt your heart pounding and your breath hitch, looking away again.

You blushed standing up and stepping away but Jason pulled you down, making you land on your stomach on top of his lap.

You were effectively bent over.

Jason’s hand grazed your ass, massaging it slightly.

“I’m gonna have to make you understand with your body.” he said in almost a whisper. Menacing eyes looking shamelessly at your body.

The came the first smack, you winced at the slap. Jason kept fondling and then smacking you again. All to repeat the action various times.

You cried out as the sting was starting to become unbearable, your nails clawing at Jason’s thigh.

His fingers reached to massage your clothed cunt, the fabric already wet from the actions before.

“Look at this fucking mess, huh? Were you planning to leave when you get wet from nothing?” he snarled.

You moaned quietly.

He then slowly pulled your panties to the side, exposing your folds to the cold air. He ran his finger up and down, wetting it before sinking in your flesh.

He did a piston motion, not caring for helping your adjust, then he pulled it out completely to add another finger. Doing a scissoring motion.

You whimpered out, your cunt tight but insanely wet from the stimulation.

“Say it: “I’m sorry, sir, I should have behaved myself”” he said, an angry tone in his voice. You whined in response, the abuse on your cunt making it hard to even think.

“Do I have to repeat myself?” he went even harded “Do as you’re told or you’re not gonna like what I’m gonna do next.” he warned.

“I- I’m sorry, sir! I should ‘ave behaved, am sorryy.” You whined out. His force got less intense.

“Good girl.” he praised “Good fucking girl.” He pulled his fingers out.

“Stand up.” you trembled and fell to the floor and tried to stand up, supporting yourself with his knee.

You stood now in front of him, dress now up on your hips, mascara smudged, drool seeping out of your mouth, panties pulled to the side and slick running down your legs.

Fuck, what a sight.

He smirked looking at you, at the mess he made.

He moved quickly, standing up, pulling on your arm and pushing you down to the bed. He kissed you again, this time more intense.

Suddenly your dress was bothering you, you started to slip it off and he separated to let you take it off. But he ended up looking at you, really looking at you.

You had one item of clothing less and even if he had managed to break every wall you put up, he had never seen you like this. You skin looked so soft, his eyes were drawn your neck, then your chest, your hips, thighs and, he already knew, but he realized just how beautiful you were. He fell for you again.

“What?” you asked, crossing your arms over your chest and lookin away.

“Nothing.” he said softly. He went down and kissed your neck, drawing marks. He grabbed your arms and pinned them on top of your head with one hand, exposing your red lace matching bra.

He looked at the plush skin of your breast, pulling the fabric down to expose your nipples. You gasped, wiggling your hands but his grip stuck you in place.

He started sucking on them, making bite marks as his free hand lowered to make circles on your clit. You whined unable to cover your mouth.

Your eyes looked down past him to see the bulge in his black pants. You squirmed in place.

“Ja-jason.” you called out, his eyes looked at you, questioning you. “I- I want…it..” you said quietly.

He made a confused expression, letting his mouth go off of your breast.

“What do you want? Say it with words.” he warned. He wasn’t planning to go all the way today, he was giving you the attention you craved so bad, but he didn’t think you were ready to go all the way.

“I want you-u. To- you know..” you stumbled over your words, your nervousness overtaking.

“Talk properly. What do you want?” he asked again, trying to be patient.

“I- want you to fuck me.” you said quietly, looking away. He let go off your hands, grabbed your face and kissed you.

He separated, a light beaming from his eyes and a psycho smirk planted on his face. What had you done?

“Say it again.” he demanded. “Looking at me.” he added.

“I- want you to.. fuck me?” you repeated, confusion warring with a desperate need.

He immediately flipped you over, dragged your panties down and threw them to the side. You had face-planted on the bed as he lifted your ass.

“Hold yourself up.” he said, you supported on your knees to keep your backside up.

You heard a shuffle, you peeked over your shoulder and saw Jason taking off his pants and boxers. When he lowered the boxers, his dick sprung free.

You felt your stomach sink.

“Tha- Thats not gonna fit.” you stated, trying to separate yourself but Jason caught your hips.

“Shh, don’t worry. I’ll make it fit.” he said softly. Like that was gonna calm you down.

You felt his warm, thick, lenght rub slowly uo your ass.

You said your prayers in your mind. You already went this far, you were a strong woman, you could take it.

Hopefully.

“Shhh, calm down. I’ll be real gentle, ‘kay? I don’t wanna damage my most prized possession.” He kissed along your spine, then leaned his head down, his voice gravelly at your ear: “Look at me when I do this to you.” He started to press against your slick folds.

“O-kay.” you said, breath hitching at the feeling. He leaned to kiss your lips, then guided the thick tip in. You felt yourself stretch agonizingly, your eyes going wide as his length entered slowly into your heat. A silent, involuntary sob hitched in your throat.

Fuck.

“Ah- You’re real tight. Hold still," he commanded, his voice strained with his own effort. "Let me finish entering to let you adjust, yeah?” he said, receiving a whimper in response.

When his hips where against your ass he stopped, letting you settle. He was resisting the urge to rail the fuck out of you.

Hell, he was surprised he even had some self-control left. All of this was even better than he imagined. He was in such a good mood the past couple of months that Dick asked if he had a girlfriend.

But he had something even better.

He kissed your back, biting at the back of your neck. With all the marks he’d made men weren’t even gonna look at your direction for the next few weeks.

He then started to move, his manhood sliding out of your just to enter again, in a “slow” pace that made you scream out.

Then he started to move faster and faster, each time he reached in all the way into you made a clapping sound that filled the room.

Your moans and his grunts filled the conversation. He was a fucking liar but you were so filled that you couldn’t even think to protest.

The screaming eventually faded into gasps, and the furious clapping sound slowed to a slick, heavy rhythm. You couldn't tell if you were crying or sweating. Your body felt boneless, yet painfully sensitive.

He kept that steady in-out, hands placed on your tummy to feel himself. It was subtle but made him realize the difference between the two of you. How he had to be more careful.

Jason didn't pull out. He gripped your hips firmly, keeping you pinned in the compromising position, the weight of his body anchoring yours. He lowered his head, pressing his lips to the back of your neck again.

"You knew exactly what you were doing." He emphasized the blame, even while his hips gave a slow, deep rotation inside you. “I’ve said it before, if you’re so eager for my attention, say so.” He ended.

You were too exhausted, too overwhelmed to counter. You just squeezed your eyes shut and nodded face against the bed, hand gripping it like a cat. “…I did like to see you in that little dress. Only for my eyes though, I think I would-“ he leaned down “-kill anyone that looked at you in that.”

You lifted your head slightly to look at him. He was serious.

You nodded along and he pressed a kiss on your wet cheek.

Then he upped the pace, you screamed out as he gripped your hips harshly. His moves got sloppier as he finally spilled inside of you. He stayed in you, making sure all of it went in.

He moved, finally pulling out with a wet rush, but he didn't release you. He stayed in place for a couple of seconds then lifted you off the bed, turning you sharply so your legs were wrapped around his waist and your slick body was pressed against his sweat-drenched chest. For him it was so essy to move you around.

He took you to the bathroom, tunning a bath for the two of you. You laid your head on his shoulder as you waited. Only to fall asleep.

Chapter Text

It bothered him. It bothered him so much he couldn’t think.

Yeah, he has been aware Dick had taken an interest in you but the possesiveness that flowed inside him couldn’t help but feel the need to break his teeth for just looking at your direction.

You three were at a warehouse, he had brought you along because it was gonna take like 20 minutes. Instead, while he retrieved the things that were left there, Nightwing, already familiar with you, because he aswell as Jason kept tabs on whatever anyone that was aquainted with them was up to.

Nightwing was touchy, more than Jason was, calling anyone who had the most minimal relationship with him “baby bird” or “little wing”, because he was like that, endearing. But he was also a shameless flirt.

And with a woman as pretty as you, his arm just made it’s way to your waist easily. And even if you were as smart as Jason knew you were, sometimes you were oblivious with the people that took an interest in you.

Unless it was like Red Hood himself, a straight-foward stalker that made clear his intentions with you from the begining.

“Well, little wing. I certainly see what Jay-jay saw in you but I’m questioning what you see in him.” he said, side-eyeing Jason purposefully. Just to see how far he could get away with it.

Heck, he’d kiss you right now just to see what happens. But he took it slow. Petting your pretty face and leaning down softly.

You blushed crimson. Huh, they must be all like this. Soft with their touch but rough around the edges.

“He is a little scary but i mean- uh-“ you stepped back as Nightwing slowly got closer, confusing you. He was pretty, his eyes were all white but you were sure he was scanning you.

Jason typed quickly, surely Dick wouldn’t. He didn’t have that big of a death wish. He hated sharing and Dick knew that.

But while he looked away, Dick pressed you against the wood of the warehouse wall. The contact so intimate, like he wanted you to forget Jay was there.

“You were saying?” he asked, sickly sweet smile looking down at you.

“Uhm- I was saying that he is very ni-ice.” you looked to the side, widening your eyes as Dick leaned down again, his mouth meeting your neck. You looked at Jason across from you, he was typing still, all important details being sent. Trying to ignore his brother’s antics, he wanted to finished the work quickly.

But Dick was swift, soft kisses pressing agains your flesh, you put your hands on his chest wanting to push him off. Maybe Jason was testing you.

“D-dick? You’re a little close.” you said as he separated from you. He looked down at you but you were avoiding his gaze, just as intense as his brother’s.

“Really? I think I’m too far still.” you felt his warm breath on your face, his tall and muscular figure made you a little nervous. His hand on your waist slid up, his thumb making a slow, deliberate circle just under your ribs.

He was testing Jason’s boundaries, how much he could toy with you before he lost his temper, because it was funny and you were a pretty sight in need of kissing.

He was handsome, a known hearthrob, but your belonged to Jason Todd, he made sure you knew that.

He leaned in, and you could feel his intention, you looked to the side and pursed your lips to try and stop the action, pressing your hands to his chest, but instead of his lips meeting yours, Dick deliberately shifted, whispering right into your ear, his voice low enough only you and maybe Jason if he was paying enough attention.

You didn’t hate the proximity, you knew Dick was just wanting to get a rise out of your Jason.Deep in, you liked the attention that was being given to you and he was also amused by your reactions under his touch.

“Jay doesn’t always know how to take what he wants. He’s too afraid of breaking his toys but ends up destroying them without meaning to.” he said in a taunting tone “But I know how to treat ‘em just right, after all I have the most experience.” he finished, winking at you, drinking up the expression you were making.

Jason’s click-clacking got more agressive, trying to finish the encrypted log, but his eyes kept snapping up. His internal monologue was a storm of possessive rage. He knew his brother was trying to get to him and he was trying to not give him the satisfaction but it was hard to stay in place when he was crossing so many lines all at once.

Fuck, he really did not want to share.

Dick’s voice, sickly sweet and too close to you, was a spike in his skull.

“Dick, step the fuck back.” he snarled, his modulator low and agressive. That just amused his brother more.

Dick stepped away from you, but his playing hand didn’t leave your waist. You sighed, finally having your own air to breath.

“How mean, Jay-jay. She and I were just having a moment y’know?” he said with a grin on his face, ignoring the actual warning.

His hand still violated your personal space, circling your hip softly. Purposefully looking at Jason.

“Baby, tell Jason what you’d rather be doing.” he said looking down at you. “Tell him you want a taste of the fun older brother.” glaring at Red Hood.

“Dick, as much as you’re charming I think Jason-“ you started but he gave you a menacing look, telling you to not talk about him, not when he had his hands on you. And you knew as long as Jason was here you were good, but it made your stomach sink.

“-won’t be very happy.” you warned, more fearfull of what would happen to Dick if he kept up what he was doing. 

But you were trapped, your body felt so pliable, why were these men like this? Hard lives make you freaky I guess.

You gave a look towards Jason, who even with a mask covering his features looked like he was fuming. He really wanted to just finished so he could retrieve what was his.

Nightwing looked down at your nervous frame. “Look at this lil’ thing. You seem tense, but you don’t ought to be like that around me. I’m not a biter like little Jay.” he said, tucking a strand behind your ear. “I know how to take care of my things without making a mess of them, no begging, just complete pliance.” he winked.

“You would like it soft and nice better, wouldn’t you?” he held you in place. “I know he is the one that enjoys the roughness and you look more like you need kissies and hugs.” he finished, his hand caressed your cheek before his lips met yours.

You didn’t put up any force, not expecting him to actually go all the way. His lips quieted down your moans as he fondled your breast. When did his hand get there?

Jason stood up, pushing the computer to the floor. Patience worn out. But Dick ignores him, separating, now analyzing your breathless face, plump lips shining with spit.

He claimed your waist “Now put a pretty face for Jay’s big brother.” he said softly. “Such a pretty face, what a shame that you fell for the brother with anger issues and sadistic tendencies.” he lamented. “But you can still be good for me, right? Jason wouldn’t mind sharing I’m sure.”

He said that but you doubted he was right. He crossed a line and you liked it. The both of you were utterly screwed.

Jason stepped slowly towards the both of you. Things were gonna get ugly.

“Aw look at you, sweet thing. Trembling so much. He puts you through so much stress, what a bad owner.” the last word knocked the air out of your lungs. “Bet he doesn’t even let you do a thing.” he said.

Before he could run his mouth more, Jason’s hand grabbed him by the back of the collar throwing him three feet away, landing on the floor.

Jason stepped in front of you like a tall muscly barrier. Taller and wider than his older brother.

Good god, for a second you thought he was angry at you.

You low-key sighed in relief, you could only handle Jason. Dick just made you nervous for what Jay could do in a fit of jealousy.

You liked Dick, in an amusing way currently.

Dick smirked. “Jay, y’know B says you gotta share. Specially with your big brother.” he said playfully.

“I don’t share, I like my things cuz they’re mine, Dick.” he said, crossing his arms. He felt your hands against his back as you peeked from behind him.

“See how violent he is? So immature.” Dick said looking at you. “A pretty thing like yourself should be with someone with more experience that is mature enough to know how to treat a lady.” he said lastly.

“…except I actually know Jason and like him.” you muttered, brushing the spit off your lips.

Red Hood tilted his head towards you for a couple of seconds, trying to see the lie. He didn’t find it.

“Ya’ heard the lady.” Jason said, a cocky tone overtaking the statement. If he didn’t have his mask, you knew the exact expression he would be making.

“Oh, please.” Nightwing stood up. “She’s a little confused, right, baby bird? You want big brother Dick to take care of you.” he said in a patronizing way, to see if Jason finally exploded and tried to beat him up.

Instead Jason laughed.

“Sweetheart, stand ‘ere.” he ordered, you complied immediately. Your back faced Nightwing, looking up at Jason.

Jason took off his mask by pressing a button and dropping it on the floor, exposing his scarred face and black hair with a white streak.

His soft smirk now visible, he leaned down to you, his eyes locked looking at Dick as he kissed you. A possesive hand sliding down your back, finally squeezing your ass.

Your hand rested on his jaw, standing on your tippy toes trying to deepen your kiss. Making sure Dick saw that you reciprocated.

When he separated from you, leaving you out of breath as he lifted his head to smirk and look at his older brother. Showing off that he had won this fight this time since you gave him affection back.

“ ‘kay I got it.” Nightwing said putting his hands in the air. “But if he gets too boring.”

“Call me.” he said with a final wink, leaving the scene.

“He pisses me off.” Jason said finally.

“He’s a little intense. But a good kisser” You responded looking at his handsome face, caressing his cheek.

Jason had a clear expression of annoyance.

“You are a problem, doll.” he said, massaging the flesh of your backside.

He didn’t wait, he lifted you up easily, your legs instinctively wrapping around his waist. He turned and pressed you against the very same wall Nightwing had been pestering you just moments ago.

He kissed you again, hungry, violent. This wasn’t the kiss from before. Oh, no, this was the kinds of kiss Jason gave you when he was needy, when he needed you around him. A possesive kiss that wanted to get rid of Dick’s spit from your mouth.

The only sounds are the rhythmic, metallic drip of water somewhere far off, and the ragged mixed breathing of the both of you.

The only illumination came from a single, grimy skylight far above, casting a weak, oblique shaft of light that sliced through the dusty air.

“Fuck.” he muttered. “You’ve made your choice again. The right one, as I expected of you.” he added.

“Beg me, tell me to make you mine right here, tell me to make you forget his fingers ever grazed you.” he said, somewhat of and order but it leaked desperation.

“Jason.” you grabbed his face, planting a deep kiss. “Make me yours all over again, make me scream out your name. Fuck me up.” you whispered against his lips.

The rough wooden wall where Dick cornered you becomes the immediate site of Jason’s reclamation. It’s where the boundary was violated, and where his ownership must be aggressively reaffirmed.

His hand reached under your skirt, tugging at your underwear, effectively ripping it off your body and discarding it to the side. A gasp escaped your lips.

He switched to hold you up with only one hand, reaching to undo his pants with the other one as you kissed him with passion.

When he liberated his thick lenght, you gasped because it slapped against your skin. He was going to go in without prepping first, something that you hadn’t done before.

You held him tight, as he grabbed your hips to align them with his cock. The appendage rubbing against your wet folds.

“Why so wet? Did that bastard actually make you feel something?” he asked angrily, starting to slide the tip in with no warning.

“You know how I get about kisses…” you expressed “He was feeling me up and then you did too, in front of him and it’s messing me up.” you finished, in a mumble.

He then smirked. Suddenly not a hater of the idea of Dick being there for you, after all he did express to him that he liked you.

“Really?” pushing halfway into you “I might just have to fuck you in front of other people to see just how fun you would react.” he pushed in all the way.

You bit down at his shoulder, moaning as you took him into your cunt.

Then he started to piston in and out of you, the clapping sound echoing in the warehouse.

Your legs hung by his sides as you were mercilessly rammed into, clawing at his back.

“Oh my- Fuck! J-jason!” you cried out as the grip on your hips tightened. He loved your screaming voice.

The string of moans coming oit of your mouth were incoherent. Sound and babbles as all your thoughts were being fucked away.

He grunted, possesive bites being placed on your neck. Then messily kissing you, saliva mixed together as you explored each other’s mouth.

“Ah- Jason, fuck. Fill me up, fuck. Fill me with your cum.” you dragged out your last word as he sped up the pace.

The rhythm fast and uncontrolled, he rubbed your clit until you both reached your climax, coming at the same time.

. . .

After your bath he placed you on the bed on his apartment. Looking at how the asleep you clinged on the covers and looked so peaceful.

What a cute sight.

When he went toy wash himself he clicked his earpiece accidentally, realizing that he turned it off.

No, no, no. No way.

When he clicked again, a pair of murmurs where heard on the other line.

“Hello?” he asked.

“…Take this as a reminder that you have to double-check your earpiece.” Tim said on the other line, his voice a little embarrassed.

“Did you-?” Jason started.

“Don’t worry, Jay-jay. Timmy muted your little playtime so you guys could have some privacy.” Dick said in a snarky tone.

“I’m not using this shit again.” Jason said, cutting off the conection and throwing the device in a drawer in the bathroom.

Chapter Text

You had been staying over at Jason’s apartment, it was spacious and you liked it. Your university was closer so you could go walking without any trouble.

The best part? You had plenty of alone time because he trusted it more when you were in his space. Today was one of those days, you had just gotten back from shopping with your friends, leaving the bags on the floor.

“Huh, does he fund your shopping trips now?” a voice asked you from the couch. That was not Jason.

Sitting on the couch was a tall, tan man, his black hair fell just over his shoulders. You had the impression of already seeing him before.

You stopped on your tracks, taking a step back at the stranger invading your lover’s space. That’s the title you gave to your relationship with Jason, not strangers, not boyfriend and girlfriend but lovers.

The man on the couch stood up, dark blue eyes looking at you, a smirk planting on his face. You took a step back.

“Long time no see.” he smiled, so you did know him, from where?

“Did little Jay kidnap you in his little love nest, hm?” he questioned taking steps towards you. The distance between the two of you getting smaller by the minute.

Little jay. Oh my god this was Dick.

“Dick?” you called out, furrowing your eyebrows in confusion, taking a step back.

He made you feel like a prey. Just like Jason would sometimes, but you got used to him, to his rough way of loving.

Dick and Jason were like heaven and hell. Heaven being a seemingly pure paradise whose loving, gentle appearance hid deep, dirty secrets, it was a beautiful place that could easily corrupt you with it’s hidden desires. While Hell was honest prison that, the longer you stayed the more it took from you, yet it still offered a fierce, unyielding security you couldn't imagine living without, what you saw was what you got, and you preferred the terrifying comfort of it’s honesty.

“The one and only.” he smiled, his dimples making an appearance on his cheeks. His deep voice made you get out of your thoughts.

“Jason won’t like that you’re here.” your back pressed against the door, the deep red on your face appeared without a warning.

“Don’t sweat it, he knows I’m here.” he purred, now getting closer towards you “I made sure to play by the rules this time around. Think of it as a friendly visit. He trusts me to check on his things when he’s busy. You know how easily Jason loses his temper. I’m here to offer you a little… relief. He trusts me to take care of you, and I always follow through.” he said now softer, being closer to you.

“But tell me the truth, Is it really just Jason you want, or is it the danger of the game?” he questioned, his hand reaching to move back the strand that fell on your face.

Fuck, this wasn’t right. You shouldn’t like this and you didn’t believe if Jason would be okay with this. Even if you weren’t dating, you couldn’t take chances.

Dick noticed the doubt on your eyes.

“Call him, get the doubt out of your mind.” he stepped away giving you space, putting his hands in the air.

You stood frozen, the phone feeling heavy in your trembling hand. Dick’s words, “Call him, get the doubt out of your mind,” were a challenge you had to accept. With a surge of nervous energy, you unlocked the screen and pressed Jason’s contact. It rang only twice.

“Yeah?” Jason’s voice, modulated and low, he must still have his helmet on, cut through the tension in the room.

You swallowed, glancing at Dick, who was now leaning against the wall, a picture of relaxed confidence. “Jason. Um… Dick is here.” you stumbled over your words, Dick’s gaze and Jason’s voice where a little too much for you.

There was a beat of silence on the line, but it wasn't the sound of anger or surprise. It was the sound of complete, assured control.

“I know, dollface.”

“Why-? Is this okay?” you gripped the phone tighter.

“Uh-huh, I’ve been gone for like three days. Figured you would need company.” his low voice washed over you, his words felt unbelievable.

You glanced at Dick, who was now pushing off the wall, a hungry look in his dark eyes. The knowing smile on his face made it all even more complicated.

The both of them were in on this.

“He’s there to make sure your heart still beats fast when I’m not the one standing in front of you.” Jason's voice dropped, becoming a low, commanding growl.

“I thought you didn’t like sharing?” a nervous smile bloomed on your face as Dick leaned over you.

“I don’t ‘share’, doll. I allow.” Jason's voice was a deep, gravelly vibration through the speaker.“Currently I’m allowing Dick into our relationship. For me it’s no competition, I know I’m better.” he said, you could hear the smile in his voice.

You blinked, directing your eyes at Dick. “You are also okay with sharing?” you lifted an questioning eyebrow.

Dick let out a slow, appreciative breath, letting his eyes sweep over your face. “I’m okay with taking.” He took a step forward, bringing his body close enough that you had to tilt your head back to maintain eye contact. The phone in your hand was silent.

“He says he’s better, but he's not the one standing here, feeling your heart beat through your shirt.” He dipped his head, his voice dropping so low it was barely a whisper that was not audible to the speaker. “Do you want to wait for him to come home, or do you want to see what happens while he’s gone?”

What he said was something you could only dream to happen. You were okay with having Jason on his own but you weren’t going to lie to yourself and say that what you felt for Dick that night wasn’t attraction.

After all, what they wanted from you were superficial relationships. Relationships they could throw away at any moment. That thought stabbed a dagger in your heart.

You shook your head, you were gonna enjoy this even if this wasn’t for the long run.

“I’m only doing it because you said it was okay.” you announced to the phone in your hand, you received a low chuckle.

“Have fun. Do confirm if I was right when you’re done.” he joked at the end. “Call me if anything happens.” he offered, now more serious. Then the call finished.

Oh, that fake worry, you almost believed it. If it weren’t for the fact that he didn’t care to leave for periods of time without even speaking to you. The part of you that liked to think it was true fluttered, while the other just moved past it.

“Now it’s just us. And you don’t need his permission for this.” Dick murmured, his eyes locking onto yours, snapping you out of it. The last shred of competition vanished, replaced by smooth, focused desire.

He didn't wait for your response. His hands moved, swift and certain. He took the phone from your numb fingers and put it aside. Then, his hands returned to you, gliding under the bottom hem of your shirt. His fingertips brushed the warm skin of your stomach as his eyes held yours.

“Tell me what you want. I promise I’ll be gentle.” he was charming, different of what you were used to. His voice was soft and his touch felt light.

You didn’t give an answer back, your arms went to wrap around his neck and your face was just in front of yours. Dicks hands held your hips as his eyes went to your lips.

The two of you broke the distance at the same time, lips clashing into one another. Passionately making out as he embraced you.

You desperately wanted to not think ahead. To just live what was happening to you right now and let the man in front of you make you feel loved in the only way you could feel it.

The kiss was slow, deliberate. He was exploring your mouth, slipping his tongue in. His breathe mixed with yours, your tummy swirled at the affection given to you.

You pulled him closer, not leaving a second for the two of you to be separated. Grounding yourseld against his firm body, the grip on your hip tightened, lifting you you off the floor.

You two did not break the contact as you wrapped you legs around his waist. He was the one to break the kiss. “See? I told you I was good at this part.” he winked at you, making his way to the couch again, now having you sat in his lap.

He dug in again, meeting your plump lips and passionately deepening the contact. You brain was fuzzy, mind blank concentrating on the contact.

You grinded your hips down absentmindedly, the kiss making the arousal high in you.

Dick groaned into the kiss, a delicious sound that made your cheeks red. One of his hands cupped your jaw as the other found its way to the hem of your shirt, it slid under it.

He separated for a second, still impossibly close to your face. “Can I?” he asked, his voice a low plea, his eyes looking up at yours with a small hint of desperation.

You were so moved by how the situation escalated so quickly that you could only bring yourself to nod and kiss him again.

At the confirmation his hand went up to undo your bra, now his hand going under the piece of clothing and massaging your bare breast.

You moaned against him, your eyes squeezing shut at the lewd caress. The hand on your jaw went to undo your jeans, he separated again so you had the space to slip off your jeans, leaving yourself in panties only.

He stared at the pink cotton for a couple of seconds before he helped you to get your shirt and bra off. Your bare chest was fondled by both of his big hands as he kissed you again, grinding his hips upwards against your bossom.

He then got rid of his shirt, displaying his lean but muscly chest and abdomen. He might had seen your eyes linger for too long.

“Like what you see?” he whispered kissing you again. “You are so pretty yourself, love.” he complimented, his hands rubbing along your back as you made out.

The urgency in his kissing was apparent, so you took it as an invitation to do something yourself now. You reached out for his waistband, he took the hint and rose his hips a bit so ypu could slide both his jeans and boxers off.

To say his dick was big was an understatement, he was fucking huge, but it being more on the thin side compared to Jason made it proporcional to him. You snapped out of your thoughts and took it in your hand.

He gasped against your lips, separating and kissing from your jaw to your neck. You started to pump up and down the lenght in your hand, circling a couple of times at the tip.

He moaned, the sound hitting your neck, but you didn’t stop, you kept moving your hand up and down and breathing heavily as he kept attacking your sensitive neck.

Without you realizing he started giving attention to your bundle of nerves between your legs, the flesh still covered by a thin layer of fabric.

His fingers skillfully massaged your clit, making your vision cloudy and your hand sloppy, Dicks whimpers and gasps slowing down.

“Oh? D’you wanna cum?” his low voice asked, he knew the answer but wanted you to answer, his free hand took the hand you had stroking on him and put it on his shoulder.

You didn’t register it, your eyes blank chasing the orgasm you were about to have. You nodded your head eagerly as one of his hands pulled your panty to the side so the one that was masturbating you had that skin to skin contact.

He chuckled. “That won’t do, sweetheart. Use your words, please.” he softly asked. You whined in response. “Please? Do it for me, pretty girl.” he kissed your cheek, now wet from a tear you didn’t know had escaped your eye.

“P-please!” you begged. “Make me cum- please, please.” your words turned into moans as the knot in your belly finally realeased, wetting his fingers and his lap.

His fingers slid in as he dragged your orgasm out. “Good girl, such a good girl for me.” the praises were whispers against your ear, holding onto his shoulders for dear life, feeling his long fingers fuck into you.

He pulled them out and let you breathe for a couple of minutes, licking the slick on his fingers. When you finally stopped breathing heavily he took your waist gently, setting your back against the arm of the couch.

You looked up at Dick, his eyes were deep with desire, the beads of sweat on his forehead rolled down and he smirked down at you. You blushed crimson.

He grabbed the back of your knees, lifting them up to your chest and exposing your now shiny cunt to him. He licked his lips.

“Can you hold these up for me, baby?” his voice was so soft and poisonous that you just did so, your smaller hands going to hold the back of your knees keeping them against your chest.

He got onto his knees, his hands wrapped yours. The flush, shiny tip of his dick pressed against your equally shiny folds. A whine escaped your mouth from the pressure against your sensitive skin.

“Shhh, don’t worry, I’ll be real gentle.” he promised, the tip already sliding into you carefully. “Cry all you need, I know it’s overwhelming. It’s gonna feel so good.” he coached through it, his words making you realize that tears were flowing out again.

The rest of him slid in without much force. His breath hitched when the bulge in your belly appeared. He didn’t think it would be so apparent.

When you settled again, now being eager for him to hit deep inside you, he started to move. He was careful, taking a soft rythm that went in profoundly.

Your insides clenched around the lenght as he thrusted long sweeping strokes that made you quiver, he whispered praises as he did so. He hit over and over that same place that made you gush out.

He mantained the eye contact, his eyes searched for any discomfort. He became a little worried when you cried at first but the realize that was a response of your body to pleasure.

Then he smirked. “You like me taking care of you? Hm? You like how I make love to you like this?” with him it was always questions, questions that he liked seeing how you struggled to answer.

“I-i do!” you cried out, he kept the rythmic moves as his hips slapped against the back of your thighs.

Your head trashed back, your vision narrowing as you saw the blurry room around you. He sped up the pace, hitting that place that stole your breath over and over.

Your own nails dug into your thighs, desperately needing to grab onto something as he effectively fucked your brains out.

“Dick! Oh my fuck- God.” you screamed out, that seemed to get him going. Hammering into you searching for his own release.

“Say it again.” this time around he commanded and with how he was making you feel right now, you folded under no pressure.

“Dick! Fuck- Dick, please. Fuck.” the thread of curses left your mouth, mixed in with his name as he went even faster.

“Good girl, fuck. Say it again for me.” he lowered his torso again, kissing you and separating just over your face to look at you.

“Dick.” you said as he went in again and kissed you passionately. His hips getting sloppier as he got closer to cumming.

The movements kept their long and slow movements to then going all in, putting his seed deep inside of you. He made sure to keep it in all the way to make sure not a drop was wasted.

Dick’s body went rigid, a choked, guttural sound tearing from his throat. He buried his face in the sensitive skin of your neck and shoulder, his body damped in sweat collapsing heavily onto yours.

His hips twitched one final time before he stilled, his breath coming in ragged, shuddering gasps.

The silence that returned was thick and heavy, punctuated only by your combined, frantic panting and the sound of the couch fabric easing back into place. He stayed sunk deep inside you, the weight of his body and his presence absolute.

After a long minute, Dick finally lifted his head. His eyes were dark, hazed, and dangerously satisfied as he looked down at your face, which was flushed, tear-streaked, and blissed out.

That made him smile, looking at the mess he made of you. The sound of him separating was obsene, a thread of white dripping from your abused cunt.

He sat uo on his knees, reaching to help you up and onto his lap when he sat down again. He rubbed your back gently, your tired body leaning into his warmth.

He whispered little praises, making your stomach flutter as your head laid on his shoulder. The intimacy of the moment was odd but not unwelcome, you liked feeling wanted and the praises and gentle touch made you feel like so.

Now you had to wait for Jason’s reaction.

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Last night Dick had helped you clean yourself up, not that you could’ve done it yourself since you were so out of it. After that you passed out in his arms for the night.

It was apparent to you when you woke up that it hadn’t been long since he left, the spot next to you in the bed still warm. You groggily stood up, arching your back to stretch yourself, being sore from last night and all.

Your hand reached for your phone, the screen displaying message notifications that you hadn’t checked. A couple from your friends, a few from Jason and one from an unknown number.

The last one piqued your interest, your fingers tapped the screen swiftly as you opened the chat.

Unknown: Hey, pretty girl. It’s Dick, text me if you need anything or get bored of Jason ;)

That certainly made you smirk a little. Even if what defined your relationship with them was the fear you felt when they appeared in fron of you, they managed to be charming in their own way.

You: Added, don’t let him see you say that.

You directed your fingers to now answer the unopened texts that Jason had sent you about 1 hour ago.

Jay: hey.

Jay: asleep still?

Jay: i’m getting home later tonight, better be there when I get there.

You rolled your eyes, even if you warmed up to him, been intimate with each other and even shared living spaces (at your will and against it) he was as dry as ever over text.

You: Just woke up

You: dw I just have one errand to run 2day, then i’ll be all yours

It surprised you how quickly the bubble that indicated he was texting appeared on the screen. Huh. Must had been using his phone already.

Jay: alright, you will be.

A shiver went down your spine. Maybe because you were only a thin shirt from Jason’s closet and the room you were in was freezing. But still, it didn’t matter how many times you had sex and how many times he told you dirty and possesive things, for some reason the uneasiness just didn’t disappear.

You made your way to the kitchen at the first floor, deciding to make a plate of pancakes so you had something in you stomach before going out. You put your phone on the counter, playing some tunes as you mixed up the ingredients.

By the time you had already washed the dishes, leaving the kitchen pristine, it already was 10am. While dressing, you thought about how you really couldn’t get used to Jay letting you stay in his home, for a fuck? Sure, whatever, you could do that anywhere if it were up to him. But the past two weeks, he wanted you to stay in there even if he wasn’t in town, he even took the extra mile and gifted you some clothing.

And even if it made you a bit uncomfortable, you couldn’t imagine or even fathom the idea of not being there when he told you to, that would make things get reallyyy ugly.

Now that you thought about those outfits, you were wearing one of those currently. Red knitted sweater, jean skirt with thick black tights underneath and a pair of black boots. At least with that on you looked like you belonged besides him. And it showed you he was at least a little thoughtful, being weather appropiate and all.

You exited the lobby of the complex, situated in the nicer side of Gotham. You called a cab and made your way to the bank in Central Gotham.

The trip went without any issues, leaving you with spare time to get a drink from the cafeteria close by. Made you think about your own job, you were taking the week off since uni didn’t start for another 2 weeks and you were on time with all your payments. After all those long shifts you deserved it.

While waiting in line for your drink you glanced up at the time at the wall behind the register, it read 1pm. You should hurry to Jason’s house before he started blasting your phone.

And like it was magic your phone started buzzing, you immediately went to check your messages. Low and behold, it was Jason.

Jay: why are you in a cafeteria?

Jay: you’re too far into the city.

Jay: i don’t like that.

You tried to not question how he knew where you were. You grabbed your drink from the counter when your name was called out and then texted back.

You: I’m done, I already called a cab back

You: Jay, I’m not a baby, I know my way around Gotham

You entered the cab and gave directions while sipping on your drink. Traffic seemed a little slow today, you sat back and expectated the screen.

Jay: oh? you’re not a baby?

Why did that make your stomach curl?

Jason was a professional in twisting normal conversations into some kind of possesive power play thing. You would be lying if you said you weren’t into it half of the time, but it still was annoying and sort of scary how he just knew anything and everything about you.

You: I meant that I know what I’m doing, I’m on my way back already

You muted your phone and set it on the seat beside you, trying to ignore the constant vibration you imagined against the fabric. The slow crawl of traffic wasn’t helping your rising anxiety. You checked your phone again.

Jay: doll, i’m not saying you don’t know what you’re doing

Oh? Was that an apologetic tone? From Jason Peter Todd? Thats unusual.

Jay: all i’m saying is that even if the leash stretches out a little far doesn’t mean that you don’t have a leash.

Jay: don’t let it get too tight around your neck.

Now that made you roll your eyes again and put your hopes for an understading comment from Jason down.

Without you realizing the cab was already a block away from your destination, you gathered your things and paid the man. When he stopped in front of it you exited the car and entered the building.

You had a provisional key-card, one that Jason gave you before leaving to whatever the hell he does when he finally leaves you alone, the woman at the reception was already familiar with your face and nodded at you as you walked to the elevator.

You kicked your boots off when you walked into the apartment, throwing the now empty cup into the trashcan of the kitchen and laying defeated on the couch as you texted Jason once again.

You: Back in my cage, happy?

You put it down, closing your eyes and resting for a couple of minutes just for it to buzz again.

Jay: good girl.

Fucking horndog.

You decided to take a much needed nap, the overstimulation from the louder side of Gotham had gotten to you and already tired you out. You made a mental note of revising some topics for the start of the next semester tomorrow, to not forget and to not feel useless the gold cage you were in currently.

You drifted off to sleep in those same clothes you had gone out in, too tired to bother changing when the couch was just too comfy and the temperature was just right.

After a few hours, you don’t notice how Jason slips into the apartment unaverted, quietly through the dark of his space. The darkness being casted by the thick courtains that covered those big windows.

When he spots you on the couch it’s almost cute, you looked like a small puppy fast asleep on the big black leather couch. It contrasted with your softness and made his heart squeeze a little.

He could appreciate a girl as pretty as you, loving the way the oversized sweater covered you and how the skirt hugged your curves just right. He sat by your head, dragging his fingers across your scalp lightly as you stirred in your sleep.

You make a little sound, wanting to wake up from your slumber. You move around in your sleep before you open your eyes slowly, your gaze meeting those green eyes you know too well.

“Too sleepy?” he asked, a small smirk on his face, caressing your cheek. You looked too cute. He wanted to corrupt you.

“You’re here.” you said leaning into the touch absentmindedly. He felt warm.

“A little early, did you eat already?” he asked, his thumb brushing over your lips, then pressing it down. You let it enter your mouth.

You shook your head, sucking on his finger as you looked at him through you lashes. That made him feel things.

“You look cute in those clothes, do you like them?” he asked, his thumb now out of your mouth and being brushed on your bottom lip.

“I like them, thank you. You didn’t need to.” you said sheepishly, it embarrassed you to accept gifts like this. Especially since they seemed to be expensive. That was a weight of conscience you didn’t need.

“I like giving.” he finally stated, his hand now off you. The reached for his phone and ordering for the two of you.

For some reason, you felt shy when you had normal conversations. It was easier to get naked and let him do what he wanted to you, him guiding the situation. When speaking , even if he was being nice and flattering you, you just felt shy and embarassed to speak.

Before your relationship turned domestic like this, you found it easy to run your mouth and fight with him. But after, you were like a little girl getting pampered, to then getting left alone in the big paradise of his apartment.

After a while he was typing something on his computer on the counter, waiting for the food to arrive, you decided to walk over behind him.

You lifted your arms, wrapping them around his neck from behind, just for then to hide your face on his shoulder.

“Hm? What is it?” his hand landed on your head, petting it carefully.

You didn’t answer, you kind of liked the proximity and also didn’t know what to say. You didn’t know why you were being like this.

“Are you feeling needy?” he asked, now his attention only on you and on how you were holding onto him. Then a sniffle escaped your nose.

“Hey, hey.” he turned fully, putting his hands on your waist and searching for your face, but you just looked down. “What’s wrong?”

You mumbled.

“Doll? Speak properly, please. For me?” his tone never sounded so sweet, so calm and worried.

“‘ts just, you left for too long.” you sniffled again, avoiding his eyes.

You two had been around each other for 3 months by now, and at the start you were okay with being an infatuation, a thing that was pretty enough to call for his attention.

But after being around each other, around Jason and more recently Dick, you couldn’t help but feel used.

To you, without ever talking to clear up your status with Jason, you were replaceable. Something he would get eventually tired of.

And you had thought about it before, it just became more apparent when he was gone for so long. His absence made you have time to think. And after thinking so much, you realized how insecure you were about this.

Even if Dick was the more emotional one when he was intimate with you, you still felt like a toy. For the two of them.

But Jason took first place in you insecurity list.

Him calling your name made you snap out of your thoughts.

“I was gone for too long?” he questioned again. You just nodded.

“Sweetheart, this meltdown seems to me like it’s for something more than just that.” he lifted your face up to look at him, the tears flowed down and your breath was uneven.

“I just- I just missed you.” you assure between shaky breaths.

He didn’t seem to buy it.

But the door rang.

“Hold on, I’ll go get our food. Sit down at the table, baby, we’re going to talk about this.” he talked softly, not like his usual self, you obeyed anyway.

Your breathing had gotten steadier while you waited, picking at your nails. When Jason was back you didn’t dare to look at him.

He sat besides you, his hand traveling to hold your jaw gently, guiding you to his eyes.  His hardened gaze unusually soft, he leaned to kiss your cheek.

“Will you actually tell me what’s wrong?” his deep voice low in front of your face.

You chest was thumping, the truth threatening to spill out while at the same time you eyes wanted to well up again.

You sighed.

“Jason, I’m scared. I’m in too deep into this.” you pointed in betweet the two of you. “At first- I was alright with being what we were, just sex and being your current infatuation. But I don’t even know where I stand anymore- I like you, I actually like you and I kind of like Dick. And I feel as if you two are just toying with me.” you sniffled, covering your face with your hands.

“You can’t just- expect me to not fall in love, when the two of you fill me with gifts and attention- you can’t expect me to go behind you without actually having a secure ground to stand on. I- I thought you had gotten bored of me!” the words left your mouth without too much thought, you were pouring your heart out.

He reaches out to your face, taking your hands away from it.

“Look at me.” he said. “You think this is a convenience? You think you’re disposable? No. You are the thing I put a key-card on. You are the only person who gets to wear the clothes I give her and sleep in my bed when I’m gone. You are the only person that I want, I want you to be mine.”

He stopped for a second, breathing in.

“I can’t talk for Dick, that’s something you have to bring up with him on your own. But I can assure you he cares about you too and if he knew how much turmoil we are causing you right now, he would fix it all up in a matter of seconds.” he reasured.

“I’m serious about you.” he finally said. “I really want whatever messed up thing we have going on to work out, and I want you to be happy.” he smiled.

That just made you bawl you eyes out. He took you in his arms, sitting you on his lap as he rubbed along your back.

“Shh, yes thats it. Get it all out, I’m sorry.” he calmed you with his whispers and caresses.

“Let’s eat, yes?” he petitioned softly, his big hand petting your soft hair. You nodded along.

After eating, Jason insisted on taking a bath together. He knew you felt shy, but he wanted to pamper you more by washing your body himself.

He held your hand all the way to the bathroom, talking about how his next mission wouldn’t have him leaving the city.

When you got to the room, you took in the enviroment. You had been in the other bathroom, that one had a shower, this was the same layout but with a bathtub. The tub, an oval shaped one, set into a dark marble wide counter. The room was lighted dimly, you heard the door shut behind you.

Jason took off his jacket, then his shirt, leaving him only in his dark dress pants. You moved your gaze away, Jay walked up to turn on the faucet, sneaking a glance at you standing still in the middle and looking at the floor.

He huffed. Walking towards you, reaching for the hem of your sweater, that made you look up.

“Let’s take this off, okay?” he was unusually gentle, you liked his more agressive demeanor but this was also welcome.

You obligued as he started to help you peel your clothing off. Now naked, you feet cold against the marble floor, Jason didn’t

say much, just finished taking off his own clothes to then enter the tub.

The bathtub was filled almost full, it had been turned off. Jason’s bulky frame sat back on it, the scars on his body stood out in this lighting.

“Come here.” he opened his arms, indicating you to sit between his legs. It looked…comfy?

You stepped into the space he indicated, you back now against his warm chest. A deep flush was present on your face, feeling him against you.

His arms wrapped around you, his chin resting on your shoulder, the steam of the warm water filled the room.

“…I missed you too, y’know.” he said lowly, against the shell of your ear. You didn’t answer back.

After a while, he took the iniciative of making foam with the soap and washing the both of you. His hands felt good.

You let out a small whine when he rubbed the back of your neck, that made him perk up and touch the zone over and over. You turned slightly to see the devilish grin on his face. His demeanor wasn’t the only thing that has perked up.

You had already felt his lenght against your lower back, it was impossible not to being sat so close together. But right now, it felt warmer and bigger.

He didn’t miss the way you looked at him with a little angry expression. That just amused him more.

“I haven’t had sex for like, six days. Give me some grace.” he said, his hands traveling to your hips and massaging them slightly.

“Oh, poor you. I’m sure it must be so difficult not having somewhere to stick your dick in for so long. Boo hoo.” you shot back sarcastically, but the flush on your face and the rising warmth on your core said otherwhise.

“Shhh, you’re lucky you have two men who are so eager to please you all the time. But we both now you’re acting all angry because Dick it’s too gentle.” he started “You like it how I give it to you. That’s why you’re so flushed right now.” his hands were now on your breasts, giving them a light squeeze.

“Or maybe because we’re currently in scalding hot water right now, but whatever roams your boat, sweetheart.” you bit back, just before whimpering from the pressure on your tits.

“Uh-huh.” he answered simply, diving into your mouth. Making out rather intensely.

Maybe he did miss you.

As quickly as his dick got hard, you were being held over it by the hips. He had the intention to ram into you just like that.

While he was angling himself, your hands on the edges of the tub, you furrowed your brows.

“I’m not too sure about this- The water is gonna overflow-“ he shushed you, your folds being pressed into by his manhood, underwater.

“Shut up, you know you will like it.” he stated smugly. Your pussy was now being stretched out by his thickness, an bit of water getting in too. The sounds it made were obscene.

You moaned slightly, sitting down on the lenght fully. The cocky grin on Jay’s face was apparent against your lips.

“See? Almost no water got out.” you felt his hips buck slightly, a whimper escaping you.

You just nodded along. It wasn’t long before he changed the position, so he could be on his knees and you bent over in front of him, grabbing to the edges of the tub for dear life.

He noticed, so he grabbed your arms back, using them as leverage to ram into you again. A scream left your mouth, your back arching and your eyes rolling back.

Geez, was he this big when he left?

He spared you of the comment he wanted to make about your scream, figuring the contortion your were making was punishing enough. He started to rythmically pound into you, the water sloshing around and your voices filling the silence.

The clapping sounds and moans were so loud you thanked in your mind that he lived at the pent-house suite, so the neighbours couldn’t hear the pornographic sounds that were being made in the bathroom.

He grunted, leaving your pussy empty for a moment just to fill it up all the way the next one, making you a whimpery mess.

In the situation of moans, curses and pounding sounds filling the room, the frenzy making the two of you miss how the front door opened.

Missing how a tall, tan man with his dark hair and deep blue eyes made his way towards the sound curiously, knowing those moans all-too-well.

You missed how the door in the steamy bathroom partly opened. But Jason didn’t.

He made direct eye contact with Dick when he held your arms back and fucked mercilessly into your cunt. Direct eye contact when he was telling you how good of a whore you were.

And direct eye contact when he said that you didn’t have to miss him anymore because he wouldn’t be leaving for a while.

You just moaned as a response.

“Oh, sweetheart. Use your words. Don’t you love that I’m gonna dick you down everyday? Your pussy’s gon’ be so full of me.” he grinned devilishly towards the pair of blue eyes that watched from the door.

“Yes-yes-yes! F’ll me up so good!” you dragged your words, seeing stars instead of the silent competition the two men were having.

Jason finally spilled inside of you, filling you to the brim. Looking at you huffing with exhaustion under him.

“Jeez, Jay.” you started, reaching for his jaw from behind you so you could kiss him. He kissed you back, hand on your belly so you didn’t fall foward.

“…felt so good.” you mumbled against his lips, he smiled back, kissing you deeply.

Dick was standing with his arms crossed outside. Waiting for the two of you to finish your little “moment”.

Seeing you like that, those faces and sounds he hasn’t ever seen from you, aside from making his cock hard, it made him want to fuck you himself.

But he couldn’t, not yet. Not when you were all lovey with Jason. That made him feel something.

He wouldn’t normally say something like this. But he felt jealous.

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After the events of last week you weren’t used to being back home just yet. After making up with Jason and him leaving you in the bathroom to clean yourself since uou didn’t trust him to not do anything “funny”. After washing up you found Dick (when did he get here?) and Jason bickering.

That wasn’t new. Before your mind could think about if Dick had heard the two of you, you thought back to Jason’s words, about clearing your feelings up with his brother. It surprised you that he out of all people wanted you to figure yourself out with another romantic interest, but you weren’t gonna  question the non-monogamy of it all.

You made your way over towards Jay, only wearing his t-shirt and panties, and wrapped your arms around his waist. That stopped their conversation, dropping their gazes to you.

“See? She likes me better anyways.” his hand went to the small of your back, squeezing you against him, a cocky smile planted on his face.

“Baby, you’re breaking my heart.” he dramatically put his hand on his chest, making a hurt expression at you.

“If your don’t want me to be mad at you then don’t leave my bed without saying goodbye.” you muttered, nuzzling your face on Jason’s side.

“Did you hear that? My little complacent princess that never complains just complained about you, you fucked up sooo bad.” Jason taunted.

Dick leaned down to look at your face, wanting to see your expression, to grab your face. So he did, he held your cheeks in his hands and you looked up at him.

His gaze had hardened, the past bickering and joking around gone. He held you like he wanted you to be focused on him only, like he man holding you didn’t exist.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart. I didn’t want to wake you up.” Dick said softly, his thumbs gently brushing your skin. “I should’ve, I’m sorry for being so careless.” he leaned to kiss your cheek, soft innocent contact against you.

You hummed. That was enough, but the lingering worry in your mind didn’t just go away, you needed to talk to him and you needed for it to be now.

Jason's arm, which had been resting loosely around your waist, suddenly tightened, his grip possessive and warning. He pulled you flush against his side, practically lifting your feet off the ground, a clear move to break the eye contact Dick was maintaining.

“Alright, that’s that. I think the three of us need to talk about this ‘thing’” he emphazised the quotations in the air.

Dick let go off your face. “What is there to speak about?” he furrowed his eyebrows, now his deep eyes looking at Jason.

You cleared your throat.

“Actually. I am the one who wants to speak.” his eyes shot towards you, he looked confused. You felt your stomach sink.

On one side, if Dick revealed that he didn’t want a proper thing you wouldn’t be utterly heartbroken, Jason had admitted on wanting you for real and, to you, that was a dream come true. Jason was a deeper person than you had anticipated, he loved, he cried, he yearned and to you, even in his possesiveness, he was the perfect lover.

On the other, Dick’s rejection wouldn’t be easy. Giving your body and vulnerability to somebody wasn’t that simple for you, your heart was just as fragile as anyone else’s, and if it turned to be that the person you had given a piece of you to didn’t want you in an emotional sense, that might just break you.

You could accept the situation for what it was but it wouldn’t make it hurt any less. If you could stop feeling, you would, so you wouldn’t have to go through the emotional distress of not being sure of their intentions and feelings towards you ever.

When you snapped out of your thoights you were om the couch already, Jason on your left, hand still on your waist and leaning back against the couch. Dick on the other hand was on your right holding your hand in his.

You were already stressed.

You looked up at Dick’s blue eyes, they were tinted with worry that you didn’t know if you should take it seriously. You sighed and kept quiet for a moment before beginning to speak.

“Dick, I need you to be real with me, I know this situation on it’s own nature it’s complicated. But to me, it’s not easy to not take your actions for what they are and it’s fine I gave my go to all of it, but after some time I realize I can’t keep doing this if I don’t know what you’re feelings are towards me.” you started speaking.

“I know that Jason wants something more than just a…” you paused for a moment. “…sexual exchange. I have feelings, I have things going on in my life before you met me, I’m not some thing you can just throw around-“ you sighed. “What I mean is, I want us to work out what we want and be clear with our intentions. I, for one, can’t be in a sexual relationship without being emotionally involved. I like Jason and I like you too.” you confessed.

The look in Dick’s eyes softened, he sighed.

Attraction and love were not the same. Loving doesn’t ever have a way of ending and attraction doesn’t want to commit. That’s why love wasn’t for everybody.

“Love, of course I want to be with you.” Dick started. “I’m serious about this. I care about you, and I’m here to stay. And I’m not going to leave you wondering about this any longer. I can’t say I love you yet, but you’re important in my heart.” he smiled.

Your heart was still pounding, but the knot of crippling anxiety had finally eased. This wasn't the traditional love you dreamed of, but it was commitment. It was security. And it was exactly the thrilling, possessive intensity you'd secretly fallen for.

It had been a week since then and you can’t help but notice how overbearing the two vigilantes had been.

It was nice to be protected, as nice as it can be. But as much as they were vastly different, they both agreed on something.

Tracking your every move.

You hadn’t planned to go to the event in the first place, that’s why you hadn’t given them a heads up. But charity gala that the hospital you were doing your internship in turned to be something unskippable.

And that fitted satin dress wasn’t helping your case. As you were speaking with the head of your group, you were thinking of what Dick and Jason would do, would they get mad? You didn’t think so, but sometimes they could be a little extreme.

You were so caught on the day to day with the two of them that you forgot that their civilian image was being the two older sons of the richest man in Gotham. Which was why they were currently looking at you from the other side of the room.

How fast the flush came up to your face wasn’t normal. You looked at them, both of their gazes penetrating you in such a way that you only knew from them.

Dick smiled curtly at you, but you didn’t miss the tension on his jaw, even from a distance. Jason expression looked… a little angry, but not in a way that was obvious.

You excused yourself from your conversation, making your way towards the two men. Dick decided to meet you halfway, smiling at you in the only way he could, charmingly.

“Well, hello, I didn’t know you were going to grace us with your presence, sweetheart, ” Dick murmured, taking your hand and pressing a soft, familiar kiss to your knuckles. His eyes, however, were sharp with concern, conveying a silent question.

Why didn't you tell us?

That made you sweat cold. Suddenly your dress felt extra snug on you, a little exposed. You swallowed.

“I’m as surprised as you, I didn’t know I was coming. I just got told that it was mandatory a couple of hours ago and you know…” you explained as he guided you towards the other man.

“Well if it isn’t my most prized posession. Mind telling me why you didn’t tell me you were coming?” he asked, his voice felt dangerous.

Before you could answer, Dick stepped in.

“A little miscommunication from her boss. Let’s discuss this later. Privately.” that entailed many things. Maybe you should kiss walking goodbye for the next couple of days.

“You’re lucky Bruce would kill me for what I want to do right now.” Jason said finally, his gaze dark.

Dick’s hand made it’s way to your waist as he scanned the room. You flinched.

“As much as I like this, aren’t you two gonna get in trouble if you get seen with me?” the question wasn’t crazy, Dick in particular has had his fair share of scandals all over Gotham’s magazines.

“Getting in trouble is pushing it.” Jason said. “Besides, you should be flattered. You get pampered by two of Gotham’s most eligible bachelors.” he winked at you, grinning.

That made a pink flush rest on your face, looking away from him and noticing how some of the people from your hospital were glancing at you.

Gosh, this looked… suspicious.

You cringed, hugging yourself and shaking your head. Insecure was a thing you weren’t gonna be today.

“Hey, as much as I like this party dress better than your other one, I feel a little jealous. They can see your pretty shape.” Jason whispered, now standing besides you.

His voice was a low, possessive rumble meant only for your ears, but the heat of his body radiated against your shoulder. Your heart skipped a beat.

You smiled nervously. “It’s a gala, it’s supposed to be formal, Jay.”

"Formal doesn't mean public," he corrected, his hand settling heavily on the small of your back, pressing you close to him. His touch was a clear, unspoken declaration to the room. "You're showing too much skin for a room full of strangers."

You knew he was purposefully exagerating just to make you nervous, he had that effect on you.

“Please. You know I can do worse than this.” you tested the water, you didn’t miss how his eyebrows flinched. You’re sooo gonna feel this tomorrow.

Jason’s eyes shot at you. “Oh? This is a dangerous game to play in public if you’re not ready for the consecuences.” he warned looking down at you.

Dick let go of you, standing in front of you. He raised his eyebrows, indicating for the two of you to drop it. You made a little distance between Jay and you with your hands up.

“Sorry.” you huffed. You really should leave them alone, it was weird to see them all touchy with a normal gothamite.

Like magic, a reporter walked towards dick to ask a few questions. Telling him that the auction was starting in a bit.

You excused yourself to go with the people from your hospital, with the amount of people you could do a swift exit without turning any heads. Or that’s what you thought.

You reached your coworkers side, she curiously asked about the Wayne brothers, you decided to brush it off.

“Oh, I have worked with them before in my internship. Lovely people, really.” you smiled, being as vague as you could get away with.

“They seemed sweet. Lucky for you to know them so personally.” your blonde coworker s, Sammy, stated. A small smile on her face.

Your other coworked, James, clicked his tongue.

“Please, those guys are raised to be little rich asshole womanizers.” he downed his drink, his gaze planted on you. He looked angry.

“Well, I mean. They’ve always been nice to me and I doubt what you say holds any truth.” you defended, trying to not take it personally. He didn’t know what he was talking about.

Sammy nodded at your statement but the taller man just kept speaking.

Wow, this was already so boring.

You excused yourself again to the cocktail table. When you reached out to grab the glass, another hand grabbed it from behind.

You rolled your eyes.

“Champagne too? Ya think you’re one of em? Fucking trashy.” you stepped back, James in front of you again.

“Genuinely I don’t care. I just like champagne, jeez.” you didn’t look at him, reaching for another glass.

“Sure, whatever.” he downed another one. “So what? You tryin’ to get into the Gotham prince’s pants so you can pay your tuition?”

The comment was clearly meant to be a joke. But you didn’t laugh. Blank stare.

“What? Want me to give them your number so you can ask them to pay yours?” you shot back, setting your glass down. You wanted to walk away so bad.

But he grabbed your wrist harshly.

“Not funny.” he barked, his grasp rough against your skin.

“You started.” you tried to pull you arm back without making a scene.

His gaze was dark. Looking your body up and down and not letting go of you. You had noticed his lingering eyes on you earlier, but you shook it off, thinking it was just him not being used at you looking like this.

But there was something else in his eyes.

“You’ve been tempting me since you got here.” what the fuck could he possibly be talking about.

“I literally barely talk to you. Let go.” you again pulled on your arm, bot breaking eye contact. He was clearly drunk.

“You want this. Let’s go, yeah? I’ll give you a good time.” he pulled you towards him.

You took the oportunity to step on his foot. That made him let go off you finally.

You were turning around to leave when you saw two figures looming over you.

Uh oh.

“Baby bird, what’s going on?” Dick looked down at you, his face looked angry.

If Dick looked angry, Jay was fuming.

“What you trying to do?” he stepped between you and James, towering over him.

“Why do you care? It personal between me and her.” James said, his words slurrying.

You tuned out the conversation as Dick held you hands in his.

“Hey. Talk to me, baby. What happened?” he spoke softly but firmly, his eyes analyzing you.

“I…” you started, but the knot in your throat made it difficult.

You shook your head.

“It’s fine. He didn’t do anything. I didn’t let him.” you looked up at Dick, his eyes worried.

“Alright. We’ll speak later, come with us to the auction. We’re missing eye candy.” he smiled lightly, wanting to make you laugh, you looked tense.

“Yeah, yeah. I’ll go.” you said wanting to leave quickly, putting your arm around Dick’s.

“Jay, we’re leaving.” Dick looked bacj at his brother, who was intimidating the shorter man.

“If you ever again even think about doing what you just did. I’ll make sure your life it’s miserable from the moment you open your eyes to the day you die.” he looked down at him, his gaze dark.

The man uncomfortably looked around, but everybody was on their own thing.

“Yeah, wha-whatever.” he quickly left. Jay walked up to your side, still an angry expression on his face.

“She’s overall good, but I want her by our side the rest of the night.” Dick stated looking at his brother.

“She’ll be right there. Don’t worry.” he answered back, the three of you walking up to a round table in the big group of tables where the people participating on the auction were seating.

“I’m here, you know. I can agree to staying.” you said, annoyance in your voice.

“I know, sweetheart. Sorry, I’m just vocalizing it.” Dick excused himself.

The auction started and you relaxed in your seat. You noticed the curious glances but you decided to pay it not mind.

But you noticed the young man sneaking glances at you.

“Van Dahl.” Jason said, aimed at Dick.

“I noticed. You think we can leave now?” the question answered itself, the magazine reporters asking the donators to stand for a picture.

“Stay, ‘kay?” Jay and Dick fixed themselves, making their way to the area of pictures.

You shuffled in your seat, you’ve been wanting to go home for a while now, but you put your best smile to not look out of place as the accesory between the two brothers.

“The Waynes left their lil’ thing here. Feeling lonely, doll?” you looked up at the man.

He was handsome, in a tailored suit and accompanied by two large men behind him.

“Oh no, I’m waiting for them.” you smiled curtly, the young man was a little menacing.

He sat besides you and took your hand, leaning down to kiss it.

“Who do I have the pleasure of meeting?” he asked, his voice husky.

Your name left your mouth, nervousness taking over. He was being overly nice and gentle.

Your companions weren’t gonna like that.

“Well, if I had the pleasure of having you around my arm like the Waynes, I wouldn’t leave you all by yourself.” he winked, still holding your hand.

You pulled back softly. “Why, thank you. But I’m sure they’re coming back, any second now.” you smiled.

He hummed, looking you over.

“If anything, you can come home with me.” his voice was low, laced with something else.

“Van Dahl.” Dick said, his hand on your shoulder. Possesively squeezing your shoulder.

“Grayson.” Charles smiled. “Sorry, couldn’t help myself. The offer’s still up.” the man looked at you now.

“No, thank you.” you smiled, this man was pushy.

“I tried.” he shrugged, standing up to leave.

You stood up too, facing Dick. He looked back at the man with a hand pressed on your waist.

“Let’s go.” he still wasn’t looking at you.

You obligued, you were gonna leave from the other side of the building. Where the expensive guest’s cars were. Where no people and no cameras were.

Jason met you at the exit, his anger having cooled into a solid, heavy vigilance. He didn't speak a word about James or the Van Dahl threat; his presence was the only commentary required. He simply took your other hand, linking his fingers with yours, and pulled you between the two of them.

You walked out of the gala between two of the most dangerous men in Gotham, but this time, the feeling was less exposed and more intimate.

Jason let go of your hand, going to the driver’s seat. Dick on the other hand helped you into the back, his hand on the small of your back.

“Today was eventful.” he said. “But just so you know, you look beautiful. Red is your color.” he leaned to kiss your lips in the now more private car.

The contact made you wrap your hands around his neck, closing your eyes and leaning back against the seat.

When he separated a little, you muttered a small ‘thank you’ and then went to kissing again.

“Fuck.” Jason cursed, already driving away from the event. He couldn’t get home fast enough.

Dick smiled against your mouth, a triumphant, wicked sound that acknowledged his brother's frustration. He didn't rush, deepening the kiss until the sound of your combined breathing mingled with the low hum of the luxury car's engine.

Even when they had agreed on your relationship and what it entailed, they still had this stupid sibling rivalry thing going.

You were in the need of this, of Dick’s gentle touch. After what was an exhausting night, you needed to blow off steam.

Dick’s hands made it’s way to the slit on your red dress, making touching your clothed cunt an easy task.

He moved the dress, exposing the black lace underneath.

“How scandalous.” he whispered jokingly. His fingers grazing the soft flesh.

A moan caught in your throat, feeling your clit get massaged by Dick index and middle finger, just as he deepened the kiss and sinked you deeper on the leather seat.

Jason made the drive to his apartment quick, parking the expensive car in the private garage of the apartment complex.

By then Dick’s long fingers were inside your pussy, pumping in and out of it.

“So fucking wet, you’re going to ruin the seats.” he taunted, only getting a whine in response.

Jason got out the drivers seat and opened the backseat door, climbing into the car too. His hand made it’s way to your jaw, turning your head towards him as he caught your mout in a kiss.

Dick’s mouth went lower, kissing your neck as he drew out moans from you. Fucking you with his fingers.

With Jason's dominant mouth demanding your attention and Dick's skilled fingers driving you toward release, you were utterly overwhelmed. The confined space of the car's backseat made the experience raw and exposed.

You were pinned between the two of them, the satin of your dress hiked up and ruined, your body humming with shared possession.

Your mind felt clouded, your mouth filled with Jay’s tongue and you cunt reaching climax as Dick kept making hickies on your neck.

It wasn’t much longer before Dick’s other hand reached to rub your clit. The stimulation was too much, you felt yourself go over the edge, sharp moans against Jason’s mouth as you tangled your hands in his back and white streaked hair.

Your hips buckled as you came, squirting on the backseat, Dick kept rubbing your clit as you kept coming.

Jay separated from you watching just how messy you were getting, he grabbed your face with one hand. You were in a haze, already done cumming but being overstimulated by Dick on purpose.

“Good girl, can you give me another one? Hm? For big brother Dick, yeah?” he kept rubbing your cli and you whined.

“D-dick- too much-“ you could barely get words out. Jason chuckled darkly.

“What a fucking whore. Couldn’t even get upstairs before she made a big mess.” his words were said against the shell of your ear, digging your nails into his arm, covered by his blazer.

The build up for the next orgasm came quickly, Dick’s skilled fingers pumping in and out again as he leaned over to kiss you. You felt teeth on your neck, Jay was biting down marks and fondling your clothed breast.

“Please, please, Dick-“ your hips wanted to jerk foward, the feeling of coming washing over you again, tears prickling at the corner of your eyes and hands everywhere om your body.

But as you were about to orgasm he stopped abruptly. You whined as your cunt was untouched, you were gonna protest but your mouth was filled with tongue.

“W-why’d y’do that?” you looked up confused, your face flushed, breath hitched and heart thumping loudly in your chest.

Dick had this devilish smirk. “Jay, let’s take her upstairs, what I want to do needs a bed.” he said lowly.

Jason didn’t even say anything, he kissed your neck one last time, pulled your dress to cover you just enough and threw you over his shoulder.

Jay was a tank of a man, you felt like a sack of potatoes. You hung off his shoulder as the three of you made your way to the pent-house, luckily nobody was there, somebody seeing how messed up and fucked out the three of you looked was gonna get you on the news.

Being overstimulated didn’t help your case, you blinked and Jay was already setting you on his bed. Dick moved behind you to carefully unzip your dress, Jason was undoing his own clothes at the same time.

Jay was only left in his boxers when he leaned over you, sitting on the bed. Dick helped you slip the dress off completely.

While Jason was attacking your mouth Dick was getting rid of his own clothes.

The image was obscene, you in only your soaked panties sitting by the middle of the bed, one man in front of you and the other behind you. You couldn’t even think as the hands roamed around your body.

The pleasure was such a haze. But not enough of haze to not notice a wetted finger pressing against you behind.

You called out a ‘what’s that?’ against Jason’s mouth, who was rubbing your clit as he did so.

Dick chuckled.

“If the two of us are going to have you it might as well be at the same time.” he explained, pushing in carefully. “Don’t tense up, I promise I’ll make it feel good.” he softly said against the shell of your ear.

The initial feeling was weird, but thenmore he worked it in you started to feel sparks of pleasure, little moans escaping you.

It wasn’t long before he had a couple of fingers in, the long appendages working in a scissor motion to open you as much as he could before he got impatient.

Speaking of impatience, the other man separated from you to reach inside his boxer, pulling out that monstrous cock you loved so much.

“Dick, I’m gonna put it in, hurry up.” he growled lowly, the tip of his dick rubbing against your folds and earning a moan out of you.

Dick did the movement a couple of times, fondling your tit as he did so, to then retrieve his fingers and pull his own cock out.

“Don’t do it all at once. She might pass out.” he warned before lifting you up, legs open wide.

He lined his dick with you dilated hole, Jason did the same but with your front one. You felt you stomach sink.

You felt Dick push in first, his long cock pushing it and sliding without that much force. You were a messy slurry of moans, the unfamiliar feeling was strangely pleasing.

When it went it all the way, Jason started to push in. That made you go over the edge, not a single thought could be formed in your brain.

The two of them were comfortably inside you, those pulsating dicks filling all the space inside of you.

You were a complete, gasping mess, your consciousness barely holding onto the present moment. The combination of the stretching pressure and the utterly consumed feeling was unlike anything you'd ever experienced.

Jason cursed, being the first one to start pumping in and out of you. Dick didn’t stay far behind, matching the rythm.

Jay bent his head, biting down gently on your shoulder, marking you as he began to move. His hips slammed into yours, driving his cock deeper and faster.

“Easy, love.” the older one murmured, his hand framing your face, forcing you to look at him. The deep blue eyes looked at you hungrily, the feeling of your tight hole around him was inexplicable.

The dual assault made you powerless, the most you could do was moan, kiss dick back and hold onto Jason for dear life. The bed creaked under the movements, matching the clapping, moaning, grunting and kissing sounds.

“God- please, please.” you didn’t know what you were asking for, but that was the nonsense that escaped your mouth as you were pounded into.

“That’s it, taking it so good. Good girl, keep moaning- fuck.” Dick said lowly against your mouth, smirking.

“Good girl? A fucking whore is what she is, taking two dicks like a slut.” Jason barked, counteracting the previous praise.

“Don’t be so mean, she’s taking them like a champ.” Dick shot back, the pounding never stopping.

“Please. She loves it when I call her that. Don’t you whore? Don’t you love it when your owner calls you his whore?” his fingers digged into your hips, enough to bruise.

All you could manage was an enthuciastic nod, you like both. The gentleness and the roughness at the same damn time.

“See?” the younger man smiled, his hips clapping loudly against your thighs.

The sensation was an all-consuming, violent fulfillment. There was no single point of pleasure, only a crushing pressure that stretched and invaded every nerve ending, making your body feel like a vessel entirely consumed by their force.

With Jason driving in from the front and Dick moving methodically from behind, the rhythm was both punishing and perfect, hitting every point of surrender simultaneously.

Every slam of Jason's hips and push of Dick's cock created a sickeningly intense friction that fractured your thoughts, leaving you a gasping mess pinned between two solid walls of want.

Jason drove his hips into you with a guttural roar, his body going rigid as he poured himself deep inside you. Moments later, Dick let out a rough groan, collapsing against your back as he too spilled his seed, filling you to the absolute brim. The pressure was intense, overwhelming and utterly made you come from the stimuly from all sides.

Your body collapsed back against Dick’s chest, spent. Jay pulled out first, crashing on top of the pillows besides you.

Dick lingered, his softening cock still inside of you, an overstimulating feeling taking over you. Your trembling legs still wide open.

His hand pressed your belly. “You did so good, he peppered kisses on your neck and cheek. “Right, Jay?” he asked.

“So good. Good girl.” Jason muttered, his hand going up to pet you head, messing it up even more.

You didn’t answer, the exhaustion taking over you. And before you realized, you were already asleep.

Chapter Text

The soreness of your body made you wake up, a warm body against your back kissing your neck all over. You hummed, not fully awake yet.

“Morning, princess.” Dick’s voice chirped, his morning voice lower than usual. “Should I carry you?” he questioned.

You blinked your eyes open and looked back at him, his eyes attentive to your movements. You shook your head yes.

Now he was standing in front of your sitting form on the bed, you looked up at him.

“Come on, up.” he tried to make you stand up on your own but you really couldn’t, you didn’t feel your legs at all. “Gosh, I like this. I should fuck you more often so you could depend more on me.”

“If we have sex any more often I won’t begin to have time for uni or work.” you let yourself be lifted off the bed, Dick’s arms flexing effortlessly as your legs wrapped around his waist.

“Why do you work? You know you can rely on us.” he descended the stairs to go towards the kitchen, placing you on one of the stools.

“I can’t do that! You guys already buy me things and I feel like I’m overstaying in Jay’s apartment. Jay sent me money because I went to buy food last week.” you argued embarrassed, the light tint on your face appearing once again, as it did when you were with either of them.

Dick huffed, getting a few eggs out of the fridge and setting the skillet on the stove. “What’s the point on having two wealthy boyfriends if you don’t let them pamper you?” he asked while cracking and egg, the latter making a sizzling noise when it reached the steel.

You sighed, they probably didn’t understand what this meant for you, how you couldn’t just grab without looking. You didn’t want to cross a line and take more than you could pay back.

There was uncertainty in your future with them, when the situation was as complicated as this there was no telling on what could happen.

“Here you go, honey.” placing a plate with two sunny side up eggs and toast. He turned around to finish making his own meal before he spoke again.

“Baby, Jay and I wanted to take you to dinner tonight.” he started, scrambling the eggs on the skillet, the smell filling the kitchen.

“Dinner? I don’t know if I could do something public after yesterday.” you answered with a mouthful of buttery toast, chewing as Dick turned around.

His gaze lowered to your uncovered shoulder, the oversized shirt hanging off it and exposing the love marks on your collarbones and chest. “That’s the thing, it’s not public. It’s a dinner at my father’s” he said that sheepishly, serving his own breakfast on a plate.

You choked, coughing a couple of times before speaking. “Your father?” you repeated, eyes widening as you looked up at Dick.

“He has eyes everywhere, last night he noticed the mysterious woman hanging off the arms of his two oldest sons.” he explained, eating his own food from across the counter. “Jay insisted that we shouldn’t have to go but in the morning we compromised and… Well, we’re going.”

“I have like a hundred bite marks on my body and I can barely stand on my legs. Do I look like I can meet Gotham’s most important man, Bruce Wayne?” you asked, pushing aside your half-eaten plate and pointed at yourself.

“You could wear something more modest and I’m sure your legs will be okay by tonight, love.” he tried to be reassuring but he had that worried tint in his voice.

You sighed, you really did have no options. Now you had to brainstorm a fancy outfit and see if you could manage to even walk on your own by tonight.

When Jay came home he had a couple of shopping bags in his hands, Dick had explained your need for something decent and came out with a high neck white blouse with a bow in front and flowy sleeves, along with a dress black skirt that went to your mid thigh and a pair of boots.

“This skirt is way too short.” you announce looking at the mirror in Jay’s room. The other two men turned to look at you, both in the middle of dressing up themselves

“I like it.” Dick said as he fixed his black button down into his baggy black pants. His eyes looked at your legs up and down, not a mark in sight so it was fair game.

“It’s too short.” Jay agreed, putting a coffee coloured leather jacked over his black shirt. “But we don’t have time to buy something else and you look pretty. It will do.” he shrugged, not too worried since you would be indoors.

You were too nervous, you didn’t you would be the partner their father was expecting, specially since you dated the two of them. This wasn’t the kind of relationship anyone with traditional values would agree with.

You were repeating your self presentation in your head as you looked out of the window from the backseat. The reality more imminent every second that passed.

Jay was the first one out, his posture immediately rigid as he opened your door. He didn't offer his arm this time, he stood close, one hand resting subtly near the small of your back as you navigated the small step down.

The driver’s door shut after Dick came out of the car, standing on your other side as you looked at the intimidating building in front of you.

“It’ll be okay.” he said, sounding more convinced that you were. The three of you walked up to the massive front doors swung inward silently before anyone could even approach them. Standing in the cavernous, dimly lit foyer, under the gaze of several imposing portraits, was a figure you immediately recognized from news footage, taller than you expected, radiating an aura of quiet, immovable authority.

Bruce Wayne stood framed in the entryway. He wawws wearing a dark, impeccably tailored suit. His expression was perfectly neutral, his eyes, sharp, assessing, and impossibly intelligent, swept over all three of you before settling on you. His blue eyes assesed you quietly until you were right in front of him.

The pause felt too long, you heart thumping against your chest making up for the lack of noise.

“It’s a pleasure to finally put a face to the… current preoccupation of my sons.” Bruce stated, his voice deep and resonant, a voice accustomed to commanding rooms. His eyes lingered for a moment too long at the edge of your shirt, making you squirm in place.

“The pleasure it’s mine, mr. Wayne.” you held your hand out to stretch his, he accepted the greeting, his hand heavy and commanding.

He cleared his throat. “My other two sons are expecting us at the dining table, I sure hope you three can join and also stay the night.” he said that from the get-go, making you shudder.

Jason squeezed your back almost imperceptibly before nodding stiffly. Dick offered a small, confident smile to his father.

“We’d be delighted, Bruce,” Dick confirmed, his easygoing manner back in place, seemingly unaffected by the directness of the invitation.

You followed the man into the mansion, going through a few rooms before getting to the dining room. There were Tim Drake, one of the brothers that seemed to be aware of your arrangement, Jay didn’t explain why. And the the youngest, Damian Wayne, who seemed quite indifferent of the situation.

The dining hall was vast, dominated by an enormous mahogany table that could easily seat twenty. Alfred, ever the picture of calm service, was already ensuring water glasses were full.

Dick sat at Bruce’s right, insisting on you seating besides him and Jason besides you. You complied just to not feel awkward, you weren’t all that shy bu nature but this situation could make the most social person as shy as possible.

You greeted the other two brothers, trying to be as curt as you could before you had a mental breakdown.

“Tim Drake. A pleasure to finally meet you.” he smiled, a smile as dazzling as his father’s. Perfect for public image.

Tim elbowed his younger brother, he should be about 17, you guessed. The boy was really tall and had an intense green gaze that made you shift in your seat.

“Damian.” he said simply, his arms crossed over his chest as he preferred to look around the room to having a conversation. When he finally gave you a brief, intense look, those green eyes held a sharp, calculating assessment.

You were right he was indifferent, perhaps even mildly annoyed, by your presence.

“Is this the woman who has consumed the entirety of Father’s eldest sons’ attention?” Damian asked, his voice sharp and carrying, directing the question to the table at large rather than you specifically.

He didn’t have many manners for a billionaire’s son.

Well, he was a teenager after all. Jason let out a low, rough sound of protest, ready to defend you, but Bruce cut him off with a subtle, definitive hand gesture.

“Be respectful, Damian. I apologize for my son’s comment, miss.” Bruce stated, looking over at Alfred as he server de steaming meals on the table. “You seem young, how old are you and what are you studying?” he asked cutting into his food.

Of course, he knew this, he had investigated every minor detail about your life to make sure you didn’t impose a threat to any of his protegees. But you didn’t know that.

You took a moment to mimic the action of cutting your steak, keeping your hands busy. “I’m a med student, I do occasional nights in the local hospital and work part-time at a café. I’m 23.” managing a practiced smile before bringing your fork to your mouth.

“She doesn’t plan on keeping the part-time job.” Dick added and you shot him a glare, right now wasn’t time to discuss if you would accept their economical support because they greedily wanted all your time. “I mean it because you’ll have to concentrate ok the hospital stuff soon, sweetheart.” the nickname came out of his mouth absentmindedly, the other three men at the table surprised by the display.

Jason, quick to support his brother but also keen to exert his own influence, quickly added. “The café was in a bad zone anyway.” sipping on his water as he looked down at you. From his angle he could see a faint bite he remembered making at the back of your neck, your hair covered it enough.

You sighed, the weight of their combined attempts to control your life hitting you at the worst possible moment, then you furrowed your eyebrows. “I like my job at the café…” you mumbled, wishing the conversation would switch to anything else.

Bruce, however, was intrigued by the quick, revealing exchange about your employment. He placed his knife and fork down, his attention entirely focused on the financial implications.

“Pardon the question, but do Dick and Jason help to support you financially?” he asked that in a low tone, clearly implying that your intentions were to leech off of them.

It’s not that you could explain the nature of the way you met, you didn’t even know if he knew that both of the men besides you were vigilantes.

“Not at all.” you said quickly. “They are pretty insistant on it but I’d much rather fence for myself.” you explained with normality, it wasn’t a lie but both men were set on you being financed by them.

“Ah, independent I see.” he stated, picking up the food where he left it, eating once again. “Then, what are your intentions with my sons?” the question felt heavier than it should, something that could seem innocent but in this context suggested that you were no good.

Maybe you were no good.

He wanted to gauge at your maturity, he didn’t know if you knew what lives they led but if you were involved with two of his adopted children and were gonna stay for a long while, he needed the information.

You looked first at Dick, whose face was open and trusting, then at Jason, whose intense gaze told you he was ready to step in, ready to fight his father if needed.

A big sigh left you mouth before looking at the man again, that stern gaze waiting for you to answer. “Mr. Wayne, I’m aware the two of them have complicated lives. The only thing I want from this arrangement is honesty and commitment, I’m not searching for something I’m not or to interfere in your household. I genuinely am with them cor what they are.” you stated, the confidence sound in your words.

“Honesty and commitment,” Bruce repeated softly, finally setting his glass down. He looked from Dick to Jason, then back to you. “Very well. Those are non-negotiable standards within this family, Miss. I expect you will hold them to it. And that they’ll hold you to it.”

The rest of the meal passed in a strained harmony. Tim was a genuinely engaging conversationalist, curious about your medical studies and Gotham University’s curriculum, while Damian remained silent, only speaking to correct Tim’s historical accuracy on a minor point. Bruce oversaw it all, occasionally adding a thoughtful remark, but mostly observing.

You knew, however, that Bruce had strategically avoided the one detail that was the most unconventional and potentially problematic for such public figures that were the Waynes.

As the dessert was served and bruce brought the spoon to his mouth his gaze once again found yours, about two speak about the second elephant in the room. “I do rarely see my sons display such… shared interest in one person. They are quite distinct individuals with very different tastes and requirements.” he chewed as he said so, the blush making it’s way to your cheeks.

Instead of letting you speak Jason interfered. “Bruce, I really do not think it’s productive or appropiate to talk about this right now. I feel like the nature of our relationship isn’t relevant.” he gave a curt smile, a strained one and furrowed eyebrows accompanying it.

Dick, recognizing the hard line Jason had drawn, quickly backed him up, aiming for a lighter, dismissive approach.

“Truly, B, it really just works.” Dick added, finishing up his dessert and checking if you and Jason had too. “If you’ll excuse us we’ll show her the guest room.” he stood from the table after his father nodded, not willing to dig further since both Jason and Dick had made their stance clear.

Bruce gave a slow, deliberate nod. “Very well. I trust you are both capable of managing this situation discreetly and responsibly.” He gave a pointed, final look to you, a clear message that while he had been shut down tonight, he would be watching the outcome closely.

You sighed in relief, your sore legs feelong like jelly as Dick pulled your chair back, you stood up carefully not wanting to spike up the faint pain you still had from the day prior.

“Thank you for dinner, Mr. Wayne,” you managed, offering a respectful nod to Bruce, Tim, and Damian.

Tim returned a polite smile, while Damian merely watched you leave, his green eyes still assessing.

As soon as the dining room’s door closed behind the three of you, Jay let out a sigh, finally sneaking his hand to the small of your back to support your frame. “That went well.” he said leaning down to kiss your temple.

Dick led the way to the room, going up the staircase, trying to not go too fast so you two weren’t too far back. “We did make a clean escape.” he said with a grin. “Very good answers, sweetheart.”

“I think he just saved your ass, too, Jay,” Dick added, teasingly nudging Jason with his elbow when you three reached the top of the stairs.

“He got lucky,” Jason grumbled, though his hand remained firmly planted on you. “I was about two seconds away from telling him to mind his own damn business.”

You chuckled, the tension on your shoulder relieving as you listened to their chatter.

Dick opened the door to the guest suite, a four-poster bed stood draped in heavy linens, and a private, luxurious bathroom waited beyond a connecting door.

“One bed, I think he’s trying to tell us something.” Jason said with a sarcastic tone as you sinked on the plush and silky bed. Your back was killing you.

“I think I could puke.” you finally spoke, even if the dinner went well your stomach was doing gymnastics since this morning. Dick walked over to grab your face, lifting it up to plant a kiss on your lips.

Jason closed the door, locking it with a quiet click. “You did really good. You might deserve a present.” his taller frame made a slow retreat to the bed, his green eyes looking from your feet up to your neck.

Dick was already pushing you down the bed, kissing your cheeks, forehead and jaw. “Is this the way you guys relieve tension?” you asked as Jay sat by you left, the bed sinking under his weight. A tentative smile formed despite your exhaustion.

Jason leaned over, his gaze intense as he watched Dick continue to trace soothing kisses along your jaw. “Obviously, someone has to make sure you don’t walk.” Jason said, reminding you on how Dick said something similar in the morning. Your cheeks caught a deep red.

“Since you’re staying the night.” Dick started, undoing the bow by your neck and sliding the zipper down your back. “Why don’t we…?” he left the question open to interpretation, you felt Jason’s hand trace up your skirt as he licked behind your ear.

You chuckled playfully, your half-lidded eyes looking between them. “My legs and hips are just recovering, you guys hve no chill.” Jason caught your mouth in his, making out as Dick got rid of your shirt.

Your plush breast were exposed, the love bites that sprawled from your neck to under your chest visible to the two men. “No bra?” Dick asked as he massaged them with both of his hands, catching your nipples between his fingers and softly pinching them.

“I was rushed, remember?” you managed to breathe out against Jason’s mouth, tilting your head back slightly as Dick’s touch sent a jolt of pleasure through your already sensitive skin.

Jason’s hand pulled your panties aside as he kissed your cheek, feeling up your warmth, folds glistening with slick. His thick fingers sinked into your flesh, pumping in and out slowly.

You moaned, a sigh leaving your mouth as Dick kissed your lips again. “We have to be quiet tonigh.” you whispered as Jay’s fingers pistoned in and out of your, the warm liquid slipping down your thighs.

“Don’t worry, we’ll be real gentle.” Dick said, his words being contradicted by the rough pace of Jason’s fingers.

Your boots, panties and skirt were taken off, You were kneeling on the bed now, watching Dick get rid of his shirt and Jason unbuckle his belt and throw his jacket to the floor. You hand massaged your clit slightly, feeling fuzzy by the actions prior.

Jason’s cock springed out his boxers when he lowered them to his mid thigh along with his pants. His rough hands found their way to your hips, flipping you over so his hardened dick was grazing your ass.

When you lifted your head, in fron of you was Dick’s hard cock, the tip glistenibg with pre-cum. “Open wide, baby.” he said softly, grabbing your chin as you opened your mouth.

On the other side, Jason lifted your backside, your heights not cooperating for immediate action. Luckily, he was strong, he lifted you and angled his tip with your wet slit and slowly pressed in.

You moaned around Dick’s lenght, the sudden stretch of your pussy catching you off-guard. Jason did it slowly, filling you up entirely just to retreat to then fill you up again.

When you got used to him, he mantained a regular pace, slow but rough just to not make much noise but enough for your eyes to roll back and almost choke on Dick’s manhood.

Dick practically fucked your face, his cock sliding in and out as he held onto your hair. All the stimulation made you not think properly, one of your hands supporting your body, even if Jason was doing most of it, and the other circling your clit tentatively.

The noises weren’t loud, not like usual. Muted versions of all the clapping, groaning, slapping and moaning that normally filled the room.

“That’s a good fucking girl. Letting big brother Dick fuck her mouth so nicely.” Dick groaned out, that nickname he put himself the night you met slip out without thinking.

Jason didn’t say anything, his mouth was too busy biting down on your shoulder. His hips made up for his words, going in and out of your with ease as your toes curled.

"Look at you," Jason panted against your ear, his voice ragged with effort and triumph. "So tight, Princess. You're all ours, even here."

The dual stimulation felt overwhelming, a mind trip that fucked you over and over, they managed to fuck you up one-on-one and at the same time.

A knock on the door broke the ambiance, making you immeadiately tense up and both of them stop moving. Dick left your mouth with a loud “pop” and Jason sat back for a moment.

Bruce’s voice could be heard outside. “The room is meant for our guest only.” he stated, his voice firm, it didn’t hint of knowing what happened inside, it was just a warning.

Jason groaned, slipping out of you and leaving you clenching around nothing. On his way to the door he fixed himself up, looking towards the mirror before opening the door slightly, not letting you or Dick be seen.

“Bruce.” he stated, a little distraught but annoyed. “What is it?” he asked looking down slightly at the owner of the manor.

Bruce didn’t falter, looking at his son, analyzing him. “The room was meant only for your partner. You two sleep on your own rooms.” he stated, with his hands in his pockets.

“Yeah, we’ll leave in a minute, we’re talking about something important.” Jason lied vaguely. Bruce nodded once, recognizing the intentional obfuscation, and walked off, knowing he didn't need to push the boundary further to make his disapproval of the two of them being in there known.

Jason close the door once again and turned around, finding that Dick, completely ignoring the interruption and the risk, had turned you over. Your face was now pressed into the soft mattress, a handful of your hair was gripped tightly in his fist, and he was already driving hard into your pussy.

“No fair.” Jason grumbled, but his irritation quickly dissolved into raw desire. He lowered his clothes again, his eyes dark with immediate intent. He walked over, watching Dick's furious, possessive thrusts.

Dick smirked sweat tracing a line down his temple. “Finders keepers, J.”

Jason didn't argue. He positioned himself over your head. “Open real wide, whore.” he commanded and you obeyed, ignoring his brother completely and just wanting to fill you with cum, in any way possible.

He fucked into your mouth similar on how Dick had done before but much more agressive, he was probably annoyed. Dick’s hips clapped against your ass as he fucked into you mercilessly, filling you with a rhythmic, pounding pressure that bordered on pain but served only to heighten the pleasure.

The only sounds were the muffled, frantic gasps, the wet smack of Dick's hips against your skin, and Jason's hard, guttural groans. The urgency made the pleasure dizzying.

You felt the internal warning signs of Dick's approaching climax and the violent shuddering that ran through Jason's body over your head.

Dick let out a final, raw grunt, pouring his hot cum deep inside you. Immediately, Jason pulled back and slammed his own massive length into your already engorged mouth, his hips rocking powerfully until he, too, let out a rough, choked moan, filling your mouth with his thick release.

They stayed still for a few moments, Dick finally sliding out of you and Jason leaving your mouth. Your body went limp, huffing with exhaustion, as much as you practically didn’t do anything, being used in such a way always made you tired.

You were engulfed in Dicks and lead to the bathroom. The whole thing was a blur, you only listened to few words and affirmations, felt warm water run down your back and heard their quiet conversation before you were put in a nightdress.

You watched as they put their clothes back on, a groan leaving your mouth from the soreness of your throat.

Jason walked over to your already half-asleep frame, kneeling in front of you before speaking. “Baby, we’re going to head back to our rooms. Call if you need anything.” he planted a kiss on your forehead.

You nodded