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It hadn’t been a conscious decision, Jason hadn’t woken up that morning and thought ‘hm maybe today I should just wear no underwear!’
No, what happened was Jason forgot to do his laundry…a very simple thing. But Jason wasn’t going to throw on dirty clothes, especially with the kind of dirt he always got messed up with.
So, he rummaged for clean clothes and just forsook panties and a bra, it wasn’t as if the social conventions that most omegas followed actually applied to him. His tits weren’t mounds of fat, his chest was hardened with muscle. His curves weren’t soft, they were sudden and sharp. Sure, as an omega he knew clothes and how you presented yourself was important but he’s never really cared all that much for all the complex nuances of his gender.
Later that night, when he’s in the batcave making adjustments to his bike and waiting for the meeting he would have inevitably had to turn up to, the fact he had no underwear on wasn’t something actively on his mind.
“What the fuck-“ Jason straightens up and turns his head around, a slight frown on his face as he finds Tim looking at him.
“What’s wrong?” He looks around for a second but finds nothing out of place. The kid’s still staring down at his legs though. He lifts his legs and bends backwards to attempt to see whatever it was that had the kid so shocked.
“Stop- it was nothing.” The kid breathes out and his face scrunches so he shrugs and continues with what he was doing.
Checking and maintaining his bike was supposed to be relaxing and therapeutic. Instead he’s going to rip his hair out because he can’t find a singular wrench!
“Hey replacement?” He turns around and in real time watches him spit his coffee back out into his mug as his eyes widen, gross.
“Kid, are you alright?” When Tim nods his head Jason scrunches his face up, a silent disbelief at his answer.
“No, it's fine. It’s just- are you coming to the meeting later?” His voice is quiet, almost shy. He doesn’t know what’s happening but he feels the need to tread lightly.
“Yeah I mean, that’s why I’m already here. Isn’t it in like an hour?” He watches Tim turn to the tablet in his hand, pressing the screen with a slight pout before his eyes widened.
“Shit you’re right. I gotta go get ready.” Before Jason can call out to ask where the fuck he can find a wrench, he’s left alone in the cave. Great.
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The next idiot to disrupt him is Dick. He’s pulled out every tool box Bruce owns and yet, for some reason, he cannot find a wrench! The tool is nowhere to be found. He’s squatted down, his arms resting against his thighs as he leans forward when he hears something drop.
“Holy- Jay?” Jason turns around to find Dick standing behind him.
“Hey.” Jason growls, frustration taking hold of him.
He doesn’t bother getting up, instead turning back around to keep searching through the tool box because seriously? 5 hammers, 10 screwdrivers, a million little nuts and bolts laying around loosely but no wrench.
“What- what are you doing?” Dick clears his throat and Jason groans as he moves to stand, his hands on his knees for support as he lifts himself up.
He raises an eyebrow when Dick coughs suddenly but raises a hand and shakes his head to signal he’s fine.
“Do you have any idea where I can find a wrench?” He turns around and watches Dicks face drop for a second before another cough exits his throat.
“Oh you need a wrench? Sure I got you, I can go get one right now!” He knows what that means and before he can tell him not to, to just leave the situation as it is, the big bird runs off without another word.
Great, alone with no wrench and now Dick Grayson is going to run to the nearest store to buy one when there are probably multiple laying around the manner somewhere.
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“Slut.” He looks up when he hears the tiny prepubescent growl of the tyrant child.
He’s sitting down on one of the many chairs around the long table waiting for everyone to arrive so the meeting can start. His feet are comfortably resting on the table, one leg straight out, one leg bent at the knee.
“Excuse me?” No way the kid was talking to him. The kid had called him every insult in the book, incompetent, psycho, brute, weird, insane. But slut…slut was new.
“You heard me.” The boy sits across from him and he squints but refuses to adjust his position.
“Actually I don’t think I did pipsqueak, so go ahead and repeat that for me.” Jason challenges, watching the boy's face scrunch before he simply scoffs, a small raise to his lip that looks awfully similar to his own sires.
“Of course you didn’t. Too much of a bimbo to understand what I’m saying.” Isn’t the kid like 12? Even if he knows these words, how the hell does he know what they mean?!
“Baby alpha has been picking up some big words, hm?” He coos and finally shifts when Damian attempts to throw a knife at him, cackling when the little boy growls and stands up, leaning against the table with a hand pressed down.
“Todd, I’m not sure you’re aware of this but the lack of your underwear has been noted.” Jason freezes and the little boy has the gall to laugh in his face. Every interaction suddenly made sense, they hadn’t been acting weird for no reason, they’ve been looking at his cunt! Wow, and the only one bothered to tell him was the demon child? How thoughtful.
“Yes, slut. I can see your genitals through your pants. I will say, I admire your thickness.” Damian snarks with a grin.
“Awww baby said genitals!” He laughs as he dodges another knife but as the cave fills, he makes sure to close his legs as he sits properly this time, ignoring the smirk that climbed on the brats face when he noticed.
——
Would Jason say he’s a desirable omega? Of course he would! Alphas catch a whiff of his scent and beg for it all. He’s had alphas beg him to wear their mark, to submit himself, to birth, raise and feed their pups.
Would Jason say he’s attractive? Well… Jason would say attraction is subjective but he’d also say that he’s seen objectively pretty omegas. He has seen the way their bodies curve and the inherent softness to them that screams for protection.
Jason isn’t soft. He doesn’t need protection and he knows how much alphas love to feel needed in that regard.
But, Jason isn’t above lust. He isn’t above desire and pleasure. Jason loves to feel desirable.
And he knows that he is attractive, desire doesn’t spawn out of nowhere and it’s not like his stunning personality and reputation are drawing crowds in. Jason knows he’s attractive. He just didn’t think the bats knew it either.
So the next time he rides into the batcave, his bike all put back together no thanks to Dick Grayson and the wrench he had spent almost an hour collecting, he feels a shiver of excitement flow through his body like an electric current.
He remembered looking over his appearance a million times before he had departed, instead of his normal layered armour shirt, he stuck with a simple black compression shirt, like his armour but not nearly as good for protection, and it was very easy for his nipples to be seen perking up through the tight fabric. His skirt was a short black pencil skirt that he had bought a size down, meant for an undercover mission but still usable, clinging to his body like a second skin and stopping just above his knees.
God he would so do him if he were an alpha.
He lifts his leg as he carefully hops off his bike and stands it up, huffing when he sees the wet patch left behind on his leather seat. He hadn’t even been sitting that long!
Though…then again, a skirt with no panties makes it easy for such occurrences to happen. He grins as he pulls the skirt down when he feels it riding up the curve of his ass. If there’s one thing he hated about skirts, it was his constant need to rearrange them.
“What the fuck.” Jason looks up and grins as he meets Dicks gaze…well not really since Dick is too busy looking down.
“Got a problem?” Jason raises an eyebrow.
“What are you wearing?” Dicks eyes are wide and Jason huffs and makes a point of running his hand down his sides, straightening the skirt.
“You don’t like it? I thought it was pretty.” He watches Dicks eyes struggle to focus, zipping up to his face and then back down to his legs, the slight way he bites his lip and then immediately stops when he catches himself.
“It is pretty, Jay but wh-“ He cuts Dick off with his own smile and a flush of pheromones that let the alpha know how happy he is with his compliment.
“Thanks Dick!” He happily walks past him, ignoring the alphas' choked sound and the footsteps trailing behind him.
“Jay, what were you doing before this?”
“Just patrol. Why?” He shrugs.
“You went on patrol like this?!” An alpha growl floods his ears and he wants to shiver at the sound.
“Yeah, I didn’t do laundry and these were the only clean clothes I had.” A lie but Dick wouldn’t know that.
“Jay it’s so— short! You couldn’t have patrolled in that!” Jason shrugged.
Sure he had hopped around Gotham in the skirt, probably flashed a few people as he jumped and swung off rooftops, but at the time he had been gracious enough to wear briefs underneath, briefs that he quickly discarded as soon as he realised the meeting time was approaching.
“It’s nice. It’s a stretchy material so it’s not too tight and it’s way easier to move, see?” Jason demonstrates by turning around suddenly to roundhouse kick the alpha who quickly took a step back.
Jason knows that with his brief move that Dicks eyes had landed between his legs, had landed on his bare waxed (because beauty is pain and Jason didn’t like the prickly feeling that was left after shaving) pussy, spread out as one leg kicked off the ground and raised high into the air, just above Dicks head. No panties, not even any stockings or tights because if Jason was doing this, he was doing it right.
“See? Way faster than usual.” Jason smiles and laughs to himself. Dicks face was red, his mouth hung open and his eyes wide. He pulls his skirt back down when he can feel it riding up his ass once more.
“Yeah…yeah you’re right.” Dicks voice is small and he sounds distracted, Jason feels a shiver of satisfaction knowing he was that distraction.
He turns around and starts walking away, this time Dicks footsteps don’t trail behind. Pity, he could have played around with him a little more.
Luckily there was another alpha around who could prove just as fun.
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“Wh- Jason?” What a coincidence that the alpha would find him first. Jason stopped his ascent and looked down the staircase to find Tim looking at him from a few steps below. Maybe. Maybe not his face, but definitely down and possibly up his skirt.
“Oh. Replacement, what’s up?” He raises an eyebrow when he notices the kid's hands shake slightly for a second, his mouth opening and closing for a second as if trying to find what to say and, awwww, he’s trying to keep his gaze up, his chin raised as his face slowly turns pink.
“Wha- you’re wearing a…”
“A skirt?” His lip raises at the kid's hesitance, as if saying the word made any difference in him pointing it out. He turns around and takes a step down towards Tim, this time he lets his skirt ride up a little higher.
“Yeah…that? Did you need some clothes? You don’t usually…wear skirts.” The kid cleared his throat and then decided to avoid his gaze entirely, his eyes shifting from left to right and then downward.
“You don’t think it’s pretty?” Tim’s head shoots back up and even when his ears turn pink he doesn’t look away.
“It looks great! It—It looks nice, it suits you.” The last bit is mumbled but he takes another step down and now there’s only a single step between them.
“If you think so, then I don’t wanna change.” Tim’s head snaps up and he gives a smile before turning back around and walking up the stairs.
—
Jason liked the library. The room was always warm and noise seemed unable to penetrate the walls. He remembered getting lost in books for hours when he was younger.
He had been enjoying the books again before he heard a heavy thud, making him raise his head to see Bruce standing there, a pile of books at his feet and his eyebrows furrowed as he stared right at him.
“Jason.” He couldn’t tell if that was him acknowledging his presence or getting ready to start another one of their productive arguments. Jason isn’t here for that today, unfortunately.
He only nods his head before looking back down at the book in his hands that he’s unable to focus on. Bruce hasn’t moved and…oh. Jason’s legs were crossed and the skirt had risen considerably, resting on his upper thigh.
“You…you look nice.” He blinks and looks back up. Was Bruce complimenting him? The thought of saying ‘so I look bad every other day?’ crossed his mind for a second but he didn’t come here to start a fight, he’d take it. So instead he let his lips raise the tiniest bit.
“Thanks.”
He looks back down and goes to rearrange his legs before he realises he’s wearing a raised skirt with no panties and his legs had just briefly opened in front of Bruce.
His eyes widen but he doesn’t look up as he quickly moves to throw his legs up on the loveseat next to him, pressing his legs tightly together as he hoped Bruce said nothing.
Teasing Bruce…wasn’t the same. Dicks flustered state made him eager to please and Tim’s flustered state made it obvious that the brain in his head was stuttering for once. Bruce…didn’t get flustered.
“You…what happened to your briefs?” His head snaps up and he’s looking at Bruce with a look of growing understanding. Oh my…Bruce was still stalking him? He gets it, Red hood, head in bags and Gotham's notorious crime boss, but he had long given up on trying to understand or make Bruce understand. He thought they were in a mutual agreement to just move past it, to agree that as long as the joker didn’t become a problem again, what happened wouldn’t be a problem again. Wowww.
“You’re stalking me.” Bruce had the nerve to act as if he felt any guilt over it, his eyes shifting for a second before settling back on him.
“I want to make sure you’re okay.”
“If I’m not and your assistance is required, I’ll tell you myself.” He was sitting in Bruce’s house, unsupervised and roaming freely and that was fine but the second he put the hood on he needed to be surveiled? If anything Bruce should be more concerned about him blowing up the manor than whatever he does out in the public!
“You won’t though.” The corner of Bruce’s lip lifted for a second when Jason’s mouth shut. He was right, too many times had Jason dragged his own bleeding body to a safe house to patch himself up when he knew one of Bruce’s safe houses was closer, or ignoring that their patrol routes would cross.
“Sweetheart, I think you look gorgeous in a skirt.” Bruce takes a step forward and runs a hand through Jason’s hair, at first freezing up before he melted into the touch when his pheromones started to melt down his senses. Bruce started scratching his scalp lightly, making his eyes close as he leaned into the hand that moved down to rub his cheek.
“But stop teasing your brothers. I won’t help you when the consequences of your actions come down on you.” Jason’s eyes snap open and he sees that little quirk of the lip once more.
Now he was flustered. He could feel the heat in his face and the growing embarrassment inside him. He couldn’t help it though, couldn’t help the smile that was too strong for him to pull down or the little giggle that he let out, because it wasn’t a chuckle or even a laugh. He giggled.
“I’m not doing anything.” The joy in his tone was obvious but Bruce didn’t comment any further, only bending down to briefly rub their cheeks together before he had walked over to the pile of books he dropped and taking them into his arms before walking away.
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Jason hadn’t even noticed when the time for the meeting had started to approach.
At some point Jason had found some…erotic literature and had gotten pretty lost in the graphic material.
Jason stood up, cringing when he felt the creamy slick that had gathered between his legs, too entranced by the book to have noticed that he had…began producing and leaking.
He stretched and opened a few of the library windows before making his way to the cave. The house was weirdly quiet, not a peep so he knew they must have already made their way down. Before heading to the cave, he first made a quick detour to the bathroom, locating the wet wipes he knew Alfred kept around ‘just in case’ and wiping the sticky sensitive mess between his legs before continuing on.
When he entered the cave he was quick to notice only 3 figures, Tim, Dick and Bruce. The little brat is nowhere in sight.
When he catches Tim gaze, the kid looks down and Jason can see pink coating the tips of his ears, meanwhile Dick stands immediately and runs to his side, endless words pouring from his mouth that Jason can’t be bothered to take in right now.
Bruce's expression is light, not a smile but not his usual expression of offputting neutrality. He only looks up for a second and when their eyes meet he notes the slight raise of his eyebrow before he’s focusing back down on the screen in front of him.
“What do you think, little wing? I think it’d be cool if we went and checked it out.” Jason sits down next to Tim and Dick sits across from him, his elbows on the table as he leans forward.
“I’ll have to think about it, I’m not sure.” He shrugs and copies Dick as he leans forward in his chair and leans on his elbows, from the corner of his eye he sees Tim eyeing up the arch of his back. He turns to the kid, a quick remark on the tip of his tongue before he hears the elevator doors open and he doesn’t even have to look to know the demon child had arrived, his energy of arrogant obnoxious brat felt before seen.
He straightens up on reflex and tries not to look up as those fast light steps approach, not even as the steps get closer to him and then stop right next to him. After a moment of staring down at the table he realised Damian would just keep silently staring, so with a sigh he turned his head to look at him.
“You’ve truly outdone yourself, Todd.” Embarrassment flushes his system as the brat starts laughing, almost hysterically.
“Shut it brat.” He growls through grit teeth as he feels his face heat up,
“Slut.” Gasps followed Damian’s response.
Well…the kid wasn’t wrong. That did not mean he enjoyed being called out so shamelessly like this for his own shamelessness.
“Damian! You don’t call people that.”
“Woah! Easy there brat, that's a new one.”
“Language.” Wow Bruce, what stellar support for your son who was just slut shamed.
Damian’s laughter finishes with a small sigh but his face never loses its grin.
“It’s true. He’s a slut, a harlot, a whore. Promiscuous. Loose. Whatever you wish to call it.” Did the kid walk around with a thesaurus memorised? How did he come up with so many synonyms on the spot? He watched Dick frown and Tim bring his hand to his forehead, rubbing at his temples as he closed his eyes and took a deep breath in.
“Damian, we do not judge people based on the clothing they wear. If Jason wants to wear the skirt, then he’s just wearing a skirt.” Jason got it, he truly did, but this was not Dicks battle and he was just digging a deeper hole for him.
He clenched his fist as he raised his glare to Bruce who’s attention turned to him, his stupid neutrality showing on his face but he saw the flicker of a smile when Jason’s frown deepened, only making him frown even more.
“I do not say it to insult, I say it because it’s the truth. Todd came here purposefully dressed like that.” He prays they don’t continue this conversation, it could only get worse from here. He’s lucky enough that despite the forward insults Damian remains rather vague.
Obviously Damian must realise this because he immediately pipes up again.
“You 2 can be daft but you’re not idiots. Todd knows the last time he was here you 2 were unable to drag your eyes away from what’s between his legs and now he comes here in a skirt, no bra and…” He shrieks and pushes against the table to propel himself backwards when Damian leans forward, far too close to his lap for his liking.
“He reeks.” This is hilarious, he’s being outed by a 10 (? Jason has to check one day) year old! Sure…he came here with the intention of showing off his body, yeah he had been bewitched and enthralled by the very erotic books, yes he had let his mind roam wild for a while and yes, he’s sure if he went up to the library right now it would still smell heavily of his slick despite how he had opened almost every window before he left. But he couldn’t reek.
What kind of nose could the kid possibly have that he could smell that?! How does the kid know what that smells like?!
Shame flushes him, he had made sure to wipe himself down with scented wet wipes and the kid still smelt his arousal, god he can’t be so desperate.
He looks up when he realizes the table has been awfully quiet. Damian had moved to stand by Bruce’s side, well actually behind him, little brat probably knows if he hadn’t Jason would have jumped him by now.
He looks directly in front of him to find Dick staring at him, his eyes wide but in the analysing way, in the ‘oh my god I’m starting to get it’ way.
He shifts his head slightly to find Tim’s eyes on him as well. His head is slightly tilted but his face is no longer red, his mouth is gaped slightly but he feels the surge of alpha pheromones that are released when their eyes meet. Scheming.
“Has this been on purpose, Jason?” Oh god he is a slut, a harlot and everything else Damian had said. He couldn’t help but notice that Dick had lost that eager tone, his voice had dropped an octave and he sounded more patient now, more aware of the situation. More aware of Jason’s vulnerabilities.
He tried to, he really did try but he couldn’t stop his cheeks from straining, even biting his lips to try and prevent the smile crawling up his face, failing miserably at that as a flush of his own pheromones screaming of intentions suddenly flooded the room and another dumb giggle forced its way up his throat.
“Nope. No idea what the brat’s talking about.” He shrugged his shoulders but Dick leaned forward again, his elbow resting on the table once more as he leaned his cheek against his fist.
“Really?” His gaze drifted to the side, where he caught Bruce’s eye and watched the man roll his eyes at him before he stood and started guiding Damian out of the cave.
“Wait Bruce? The meeting?” Wow, he couldn’t believe it. He had no interest in the meeting or the missions that were being handed out, he thought it would be good enough for it to be printed out on a spreadsheet and pinned up somewhere in the bat cave. But here he was, asking about the meeting.
“I told you to stop teasing them.” His face drops as Bruce turns around and leaves. He keeps watching him retreat until the elevator doors close behind him and he’s left alone with the 2 alphas he’s kinda been…playing with.
He turns back around and shines them a smile.
“So…” Jason can’t even attempt to think of a question before he feels Tim pulling him up and pushing him so he is bent over the table, a hand against the small of his back to keep him pressed there while another had gripped his arm tightly, pulling it behind his back.
Wow…Timmy had certainly grown in strength since the last time Jason had been on the other end of it.
“We must be so fucking blind to you, look at this Jay. You’re dripping.” Jason gasped as he felt a hand grip the inside of his thigh before a finger ran between the lips of his pussy, a shiver crawling up his body from the very unexpected touch in the very sensitive place.
He had fingers shoved in his face, long pale pretty fingers that were covered in way too much slick for how little he was touched.
His cheeks were heating up again and he lowered his head down so his forehead was pressed against the table.
“No, no, no. You’ve been having fun with us for a while, don’t you think it’s time you let your alphas have some fun?” A shiver ran down his spine and left goosebumps over his skin, he bit his lip and lifted his head to find Dick leaning over the table.
—
“Fuck!” Dick hissed as he angled his hips down, watching in awe as Jason’s pussy swallowed his cock, his fat folds really completing the view as they stretched so prettily around him, watching his pussy devour every inch until he felt his balls press against his wet ass, taking deep breaths for a moment when Jason clenched around him.
He grabbed Jason’s legs, hooking his arm around each knee before folding him in half, forcing his legs to dangle in the air as the forceful spread had made him tighten his cunt as he dragged out again and slammed back in.
He cooed as he looked down, Jason’s little black skirt had bunched around his waist and he bounced with every thrust, his compression shirt had been ripped open so that they could watch his tits freely bounce up and down as he laid in a puddle of his own squirt.
“Fuck— baby, when I told you that skirt was pretty I meant it.” Dick growled as he leaned forward, pressing a kiss to Jason’s chest before letting his tongue flick at the small red bud of his nipple.
“Shit— Dick do that again, his throat got fucking tight.” Tim groaned as he threw his head back, spreading his knees further apart as he sank deeper into Jason’s throat.
Dick felt aggression swirl as his knot throbbed viciously and lifted his hips higher, the cold emptiness of being outside Jason only made plunging back into him all the more worth it.
They were still on the table in the cave, Jason laying on his back while they worked at him from both ends. Tim sat on his knees above Jason’s head, his cock in his hand as he lowered himself to feed it to Jason, drool ran down Jason’s face, making a shiny mess as Tim kept grinding his hips forward.
He leans back in and takes Jason’s nipple into his mouth again, sucking hard and nibbling when Jason’s chest is pushed into his mouth by the omegas arching back.
“What was that? You’re gonna have to speak up.” Tim groaned as Jason gurgled around his cock, more saliva spilling out and down his neck.
“I think he’s trying to thank us.” Dick suctions down hard on the nipple, letting his tongue press into it before releasing with a loud pop. Jason’s legs were shaking, a river of slick was leaking into the puddle between his legs and when Dick stopped for a moment, just relishing the sweet wet warmth of Jason’s inviting cunt, Jason had bucked his hips up, a tremble following when Dick pressed back down, letting the entire length of his cock feel Jason’s tight embrace.
“Don’t be useless, bring your mouth back.” Tim growled as he lightly slapped his hand against Jason’s cheek, Jason responded immediately by tilting his head backwards and stretching his neck out. Dick couldn’t help admiring the way Jason’s lips suctioned around it, his lips pushed out as he gagged every time Tim would thrust in.
“Fuck! I can’t believe Damian was right— you’re just a fucking slut.” Dick breathed heavily as he felt his balls pulse. He was gonna knot Jason so quickly.
“Even waxed and everything, hm? You’re so smooth. You were hoping this would happen, right gorgeous omega?” Dick threw his head back, a moan forced from his throat when Jason tightened around him again, this time he clenched down for a good few seconds and Dick knew he had come when he loosened up and suddenly with every thrust, Dick was forcing slick out of Jason’s pussy, making it squirt across the table and all over his stomach.
“You like that? You like being a pretty omega? Like being— fuck— a good doll for your alphas?” It was exhilarating, having Jason’s cunt clench around him as a response, unlike his mouth, this hole was so honest, so truthful and responsive.
He was embarrassed as he felt his knot swell and his thrusts slowed down, only for him to put more force behind them. A slow drag out, a quick thrust in that made Jason’s legs twitch.
“Omega, I’m gonna knot your throat, okay?” Tim wasn’t really asking for permission, just making sure Jason knew what was about to happen and in all honesty, it was a very big kindness. He could have just let Jason choke and panic around it, Dick would have, maybe that’s why Tim let him have first dibs on his pussy.
Dick gasped as he felt it, his arms finally unhooking from Jason’s knees, his legs falling limp as soon as they were out of his hold. Dick straightened his back and instead let his hands grab at Jason’s waist, gripping tightly as he pushed in, this time he could feel every little squeeze his cunt sent with an electrifying shiver, his thrusts became shallow and made his hips stutter, never pulling out but only slowly inching in until he—
Fuck. Dick breathed heavily, his canines were itching to bite down but the current situation with his throat makes that a bit too much so instead he leans down and bites into the soft muscle of Jason’s chest, licking and sucking any skin that made contact with his mouth.
He wanted his bite somewhere else, it would have completed the high as he felt his cock pulse and then with another shiver of euphoric pleasure, the release of all that tension was gone and he was flooding Jason’s womb, god he hoped he did, with all the cum he had built up for him, his balls emptying a terrifying amount.
He slowly curls his hips in, pressing their pelvises together as his knot slipped right in, a growl rumbling in his chest as the world went blank around him. If cumming inside was euphoric, popping his knot was active transcendence.
The sounds of Jason choking and screaming was nothing, a muted distant hum, compared to the blissful ringing in his head that accompanied finally knotting Jason. A shiver of pure bliss flowed through his body as he felt his knot settle deep inside Jason’s cunt, finally at home.
Dick grinds his hips in place, as if he could possibly be any more inside of Jason. After a second of getting used to the tight warmth he collapses on Jason’s chest, a hand had come to his side to push up the soft muscle of his chest as his mouth wrapped around Jason’s nipple, swirling his tongue around as his eyes closed for a second.
When he finally did look up again, when that euphoric bliss faded into a pleasant silence he looked up and found Jason’s head leaning off the side of the table and Tim panting as he leaned forward to grip the edges next to Jason’s head.
“You actually knotted his mouth?” Dick laughed, slow and raspy as he breathed heavily, releasing Jason’s nipple with a slight pop that made him twitch.
Tim’s head raised and he had a nasty smirk.
“Knot in his mouth, cock down his throat. Fuck— I’ve always wanted to try doing this.” Tim’s head lowered again but this time a hand released the table and went to stroke down Jason’s throat, causing another tight twitch from his cunt and another gag around Tim’s knot.
So they stayed like that for another 20 minutes, occasionally Jason would panic, gag and choke, would start flailing his arms and legs but they both rubbed him until he relaxed, letting pheromones and comforting alpha touches bring him back down to a state of ease until they were finally able to drag their knots out.
First Dicks, but he had stayed inside a little longer even after his knot had deflated, just trying to plug in as much of his cum as possible before he dragged out, watching slick and cum drip out once he finally exited his cunt.
Tim followed shortly after, his hands holding Jason’s head up as he carefully dragged out, a hush and a stroke to his cheek when the omega gagged and whimpered until Jason was left in a mess of his own making on the table,
“Did you like that, baby?” Jason turned to lay on his side as he rested his head, chest heaving and his pheromones so docile the cave was beginning to feel soft.
“He’s so happy he can’t even answer. You loved being knotted on both ends, right?” It’s not a question, Jason was so compliantly happy that when Dick brought his hand to Jason’s cheek he happily leaned into the touch. That wasn’t a scared or unhappy omega response, it was satisfaction and contentment.
“…I’m not cleaning this.” Jason finally speaks, his gaze lingering down to the table for a second before shutting his eyes and relaxing under the warm guiding hands of the alphas in the room.
Tim snorted and let his hand wander to the omega's thighs, rubbing up and down with a slight pressure that made Jason sigh.
“Of course not. Bruce can.” That answer seemed to satisfy Jason so after a few minutes of rubbing down his body, massaging the muscles that had just been at full use and a large contrast to the rough treatment they had subjected him to just half an hour before, Dick lifted him up, holding Jason’s waist up to try and stop the cum leaking out of him before heading to the showers in the cave, a single thought on both the alphas minds.
Jason should wear skirts more often.