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Jason Todd has found himself in many Situations throughout his life. Real Situations, that earned the capital S, like when he was caught trying to jack tires from Gotham’s friendly neighborhood vigilante’s murder tank by the neighborhood vigilante himself. Or when he was beaten to death by the world’s least funny clown while (while!) he presented as an omega submissive. Or when he was revived as a semi-sane semi-zombie by his former-pack-leader’s ex.
Those were all Situations Jason had…ridden out, if not survived. But they pale in comparison to The Situation before him now - capital T, capital S, fully earned. And Jason’s not sure he’s going to survive The Situation, though he might ride something out.
Here’s The Situation: Jason is standing naked in the stately living room of Wayne Manor - legs spread, cock throbbing, and pussy dripping - while Nightwing and Red Robin argue heatedly over who gets to fuck him first. He admittedly hasn’t been tracking the argument fully. He’s lodged in the haze of subspace he was sent into after Tim had ordered him to strip down and Dick had trailed his hands along each stretch of newly exposed skin murmuring ‘good boy.’ The gist of it seems to be Dick arguing that he’s older, and Tim arguing that he’s the one who got Jason here in the first place.
“Just share,” says Bruce, eventually. The man is sitting in an armchair, on his laptop, acting like the custody battle ongoing in front of him is over an updated grapple gun prototype rather than a new-found pack submissive.
“We’re trying to,” says Tim. “This is a complex negotiation process.” Dick and Tim begin again, quieter and more conspiratorially this time. Jason loses himself for a moment in the pleasant space haze.
A finger is nudging at his bottom lip. “Suck, sweetheart,” says Dick. Jason accepts the finger into his mouth and sucks it. He falters as another finger slides between his slick pussy lips and then straight into his cunt, to the last knuckle. “Keep sucking,” says Dick. “Good boy. Now clench your cunt.” Jason clenches around the thick finger inside of him, which causes a wave of pleasure to wash over him. “That’s delicious,” says Dick. He thrusts both fingers in and out of Jason lazily, then turns to Tim. “They’re both incredibly tight,” he informs Tim. “Seriously, his mouth might be the better deal.”
Tim rolls his eyes and bats Dick’s hand away from between Jason’s leg. Jason whimpers at the fingers’ sudden withdrawal, but Tim hushes him, “don’t worry, you’ll get something better soon.” Then to Dick: “I’m less curious about his mouth.”
Tim dips a finger into Jason’s cunt while rubbing just the tip of his pink cock. “There we go. You’re getting so slick just from me rubbing your little cocklet. You’re leaking on both ends. Good job.” The simultaneous praise and humiliation wash over Jason and the warm haze in his head grows thicker. Tim withdraws the finger from his cunt only to press it a few inches higher, at the furl of Jason’s asshole. He taps it lightly, finger pad digging in ever so slightly. “Jason, breathe with me. In,” Jason inhales. “And out.”
As Jason exhales, Tim works the finger inside him, passage eased with the slick from his cunt. Tim pushes the index finger of his other hand back into Jason’s cunt and then sighs, flexing them both. “There.” He says. “That’s what I thought.” He wiggles both fingers in their respective holes. “You can have his pussy first,” Tim tells Jason. “I get his mouth while you’re in his cunt, and I get his ass first later.”
“That could work,” says Dick. “But to be clear, I’m knotting his pussy when I take him.” Tim frowns, and opens his mouth.
Jason thinks they’re both debating the issue a little more insistently than they should be, given that there’s a needy, naked omega submissive in front of them wasting away for lack of attention. His legs are spread wide enough to pry the lips of his pussy apart. There’s air tickling his wet cunt and it’s making Jason feel…empty. He drifts a hand down casually and has just brushed the top of his bobbing cock when Tim seizes his wrist and yanks his hand away.
“Unbelievable,” Tim says. “Are you really that desperate to get your little cocklet stroked?” He catches Jason’s abbreviated head shake. “No? What were you desperate for, then?”
Jason doesn’t respond, but Tim has already caught the scent of blood. He smirks. “I guess it was your pussy, then. Are you feeling a little empty, Jason? You need your cunt filled up properly?”
He flicks the tip of Jason’s cock harder, dragging a high whine out in response.
“We’re getting to that. It’s a good thing we don’t have useless little cocklets like you. I don’t think you’d even feel it if something your size fucked your cunt. But you’ll feel us. Right, Dick?”
Dick smiles affably. “Yeah, Jay, I think we’ll go deep enough for you. My cock will fill you up to…here, I think.” He places a warm hand on Jason’s bare stomach and presses. Jason feels an answering ache in his gut and suddenly all he can think about is how good it would feel to have something buried so deep in him that it fills the emptiness under Dick’s hand. It would feel so much better to have Dick’s hand pressing down over a cunt stuffed with cock, laying on more pressure and forcing Jason to feel the shape of another person in him.
He squirms under Dick’s hand and can’t hold back. “Just fuck me already,” he can’t tell if he’s pleading or demanding it. “C’mon. Give it to me or let me take care of myself, I don’t give a fuck, I just - hey. Hey, what are you doing - I-” Slap.
The smack hits his spread pussy sharply and he wails . Tim and Dick have pulled him down on the couch between them, legs akimbo across each of their laps, spreading his inner and outer folds wide and leaving his entire pussy exposed for the punishing blow of Tim’s hand. Slap.
“Hurts,” he whimpers, writhing in their grasp. But he can’t help but thrust his hips up to meet each blow. He needs more, he needs those fingers “Inside,” he says. “Put them inside me. Please .” There’s no question that he’s pleading now.
Slap . Tim delivers the hardest smack yet right at the top of his pussy, where it meets the base of his stiff cock, then rests his fingers where they land.
“No,” he says. His eyes are sharp as he smiles at Jason. “You’re not calling the shots, Jason.” Tim digs his fingers in and at the same time, Jason feels Dick’s hand stroking up his thigh.
“Please, ” Jason begs again. He’s been - well - good enough. He’s followed orders, after a fashion. And he can see the evidence in front of him that Dick and Tim are hard as well, tenting their pants so why isn’t he getting what he needs?
Dick rubs his thigh soothingly. “We’ll get there, Jay.” His deep voice is calm. Firm. A bit amused. “We’re going to fuck you so well. But Tim is right,” his fingers tighten into a sharp pinch. “You don’t get any say in when that happens. Or how it happens. Or anything about it, really. You’re going to take what we decide to give you. You’re not going to make any decisions for yourself - we’ll do that for you. You can still say please, if you want, and cry, and squirm, and beg to get your way like a little brat, but it’s not going to change anything that we decide to do to you.” Dick pauses. “How does that sound?”
It sounds really fucking good to Jason, even as he scrunches his brows and opens his mouth to-
Tim hooks two fingers into Jason’s mouth before he can speak, gagging him. “It was a rhetorical question,” he purrs. He brushes a kiss over Jason’s distended cheek. “It doesn’t matter what you think, anymore.” There’s a tangy flavor to Tim’s fingers as he rubs them on Jason’s tongue before pulling them back. Oh - it’s his own slick, Jason realizes, and the heated ache in his belly grows stronger.
Dick reaches out and cradles Jason’s head back in his direction to force eye-contact. The gentle hand on Jason’s hair is a sharp contrast to the pinching fingers still inching closer to his most sensitive spots and the predatory glint in Dick’s eyes. “Do you know why that is, Jay?” Dick asks. He pinches Jason’s vulva and the air gets punched from Jason’s lungs. He can’t answer.
“Your Dom asked you a question,” says Tim from his other side. “This one isn’t rhetorical.” He pushes into Jason’s cunt again without warning, spearing him with three long fingers this time. At first the stretch is a relief, leaving Jason gasping with each thrust, but soon his frustration is back. This isn’t enough. He needs more. He tries to thrust up to get Tim’s fingers deeper inside him and whines fretfully when Tim withdraws them entirely and slaps his pussy, slick coated fingers stinging him. Then he pushes back in. “Answer the question, Jason. Why do we get to decide what we’ll do to you? Answer.” The demand rolls out.
“Because,” Jason chokes out. Tim’s fingers are still stroking inside him, squelching softly through his built up slick. “Because you’re m’ Doms. My alphas.” It sounds final in his ears.
Tim pulls his fingers out with an embarrassingly wet sound. There’s a zipper zipping down beside Jason, a rustling of fabric.
“Good boy,” murmurs Dick. He’s manhandling Jason into his lap - no easy feat with a man Jason’s size. “And what does that make you?”
Jason can see them both now, from where he’s spread across Dick’s lap. They’re so different. Dick, with his tanned square-jawed, unfairly-good looks. Tim, pale and angular, leaning in. But right now their faces are stamped with the same dark edge of hunger. They’re smiling, but ravenous, devouring, predators waiting to close in for the final kill, and Jason knows he’s the prey. If he turns his head he’ll see Bruce, one leg resting on the other, making his armchair look like a throne as he observes his subjects. The room is warm and Jason’s head feels both hazier and clearer than it has in months - years, if he’s honest.
“I’m your sub,” he says. And it’s done. The predators’ teeth are in his neck. He’s been brought down.
“Yeah,” Dick huffs out a laugh. There’s a blunt force nudging through Jason’s slick folds from below, pressing at the entrance to his cunt. “You’re our sub.”
Dick’s eyes crinkle - he smiles a wolf’s smile - and he pulls Jason down, down, down onto his massive cock until Jason can feel it in his stomach.