đWildcard | Jason Todd x Readerđ
âł Pairing : TitansDCverse!Jason Todd x Virgin!Reader
âł Rating : E (18+ minors dniâŒïž)
âł Summary : A round of Cards Against Humanity gets a little wild during âGame Nightâ at Titans Tower
âł W.C : ~3.4k
âł A/N : welcome to spooky season. this is my first ever fic for kinktoberđ§Ąđ» idk if this is controversial buuut I love that actorâs portrayal of Jasonđ«Ł
âł Tags + Warnings: dubcon elements, oral (male receiving), face-fucking, orgy, stripping, degradation (âslutâ), coercion, alcohol consumption (beer), teabagging, bullyish!jason x shyish!reader, reader wears glasses, reader is a virgin, jason is kinda a dickhead lol, side characters (rachel, rose, gar, and conner) are there, for sake of convenience theyâre all 21+
âOh come on,â Jason groaned exasperatedly as you set your glasses on the coffee table. âGlasses donât fucking count!â
After a successful mission and saving the world for the hundredth time, the Titans decided to unwind in the best way they knew how: a night in with board games and beer.
As usual, Jason had tried to make the games a little bit more exciting by adding a âfun twistâ. Jenga became a drinking game; drink if you make the tower fall. Uno had become âdraw or dareâ, you could choose to draw four cards or get off scot-free by doing a dare.Â
The âgrownupsâ of the teamâDick, Kory, Hank, and Dawnâ had excused themselves to do âgrownup thingsâ leaving you and the remaining group of young adults in the living room. Currently, you were now in the middle of another particularly heated game of Cards Against Humanity, the interesting twist being the person with the best card could choose for someone to strip an article of clothing.
Jason had been targeting you the whole night; teasing you for the baggy clothes you always wore. Purposely, just to annoy him, youâd only taken off your accessories and your zip-up hoodie.
Admittedly the clothes you wore didnât really fit you right. Youâd opted to wear oversized sweaters over fitted shirts, and unflattering pants over a more hip-hugging and slimming fit. Before you became a Titan, you were shyer than you were now. It had only been recently when you started to come out of your shell and get closer to your teammates.Â
âBe for real. Glasses do so count!â You retorted. You had all but discarded your outer layers and were now left in pants and a tank top. You could take up a few turns with your socks and shoes if you needed to.
âWhy do you guys wear so many layers?â Gar piped up. All he had on were his boxers and a single sock. Conner, who was sitting next to him, was equally fucked, only, with no socks as a buffer.
âBecause we play idiotic games like this,â Rachel remarked dryly while drawing an extra card from the pile.
You and Rachel were the only ones currently safe from any unnecessary exposure. Rachel did wear a lot of layers, and despite having lost multiple rounds, still looked very much clothed. Rose sat far off on the kitchen counter with a bowl of cereal looking on with about as much judgment as a girl with one working eye could.Â
âYou know, offer still stands. You can still join us, Rose,â Jason addressed the grey-haired, eye-patch-wearing girl without looking up from the cards in his hands.
âHard pass. Iâd rather watch you losers get destroyed.â She then unceremoniously returned to munching on her cornflakes.
Your gaze settled on Jason whoâd shed his leather jacket and still remained in a plain black tee and jeans. He was unfairly attractive in the most basic of clothes. And though you hated his playground jibes and dirty humor, you couldnât help but develop a little bit of a crush on the messy-haired boy. When his eyes caught yours, you could see the wheels in his brain practically turning as his smirk grew wider.
âHow aboutâŠâ He started slowly, âBoys versus girls. If you guys win, then weâll get naked. If we win, you guys get naked.â
Of course he would suggest that, you thought to yourself glumly. The thought of showing your naked body to your crush didnât excite you, it only made you more nervous.
âYouâre just saying that âcuz youâre losing,â you said, masking your anxiety with a chug of your beer, âConnerâs literally only got his underwear left.âÂ
Conner, hearing his name, suddenly perked up. âFor the record, I have x-ray vision. I can already see everything anywaââ Gar nudged him in the ribs to keep him from talking.
Jason shook his head. âItâs no fun if we already know whoâs gonna win. Letâs vote on it then. Who here agrees to a wildcard match?â He raised his hand, and predictably the two other boys followed suit. âAnd who wants to play the way weâve been playing; the boring virgin Y/N way?â He taunted cheekily.
You felt your cheeks warm again. He was never letting you live down the fact that you had confessed you were still a virgin during a past game of âNever Have I Everâ. You raised your hand and looked around for support. âRachel,â you hissed desperately when you found she had not raised her hand.Â
âSeriously? They suck at this game. Itâs not like theyâre gonna suddenly win out of nowhere," Rachel whispered back.
âIn that case, Iâll play too,â Rose hopped off the counter and plopped on the couch next to you.Â
âSo nice of you to finally join us,â Jason crooned. âIâll let you do the honors.â He passed her the deck heâd been shuffling for her to deal and sat back.Â
After Rose had dealt all the cards, you looked at your hand. The deck you were playing with was a custom-made deck that Dick had ordered to round out the Towerâs impressive board game collection.
As a collective, you all pooled in ideas resulting in a deck of cards ranging from the peculiar to the mundane; from âtaking shots off Nightwingâs assâ; to âBatmanâs Worst Nightmareâ; to names of each of your superhero aliases including all of the Justice League. For some reason, however, all the cards in your current hand were names.
âMake me laugh,â Rose ordered primly as she set down her card and folded her arms in expectation. It read:Â
âIf I could fuck anyone right now, I would fuck ______â
âDamn,â Rachel sounded impressed, âthatâs certainly one way to start a round.â
Gar immediately threw his card down, followed by Rachel, then Jason. Only Conner and you were left.
âTimeâs ticking Y/N,â Jason tapped a nonexistent watch on his wrist. Usually you would fire a comeback at him, but this time you could only frown as you chose your safest option and slid it tentatively over to the pile in the middle.Â
âTimeâs up, Conner,â Rose said as she gathered the cards. He passed it over face down, obviously not very happy about his choice.Â
âOkay, we have a âWonder Womanâ, a âPoison IvyââŠ.â She glanced around the room to see if anyone would give themselves away. âA âRobinââwait...â She barked out a laugh. âI canât not address this. I pick this one. Who fucking put down Robin?â
The room erupted into fits of laughter rivaling a high school classroom as they watched you sigh and bashfully raise your hand.Â
âOh, would you now?â Jason raised a curious eyebrow at you.Â
âI-in my defense, thereâs more than one Robin,â you sputtered pitifully before he could tease you further. You watched him stand up and begin to raise his shirt, giving you an eyeful of v-line and toned midriff. âW-what are you doing! I didnât pick you!âÂ
Despite being only in a tank top, you felt yourself getting hot. Gar and Conner had equally toned bodies, but they werenât affecting you the way Jason had been. Just to spite you, he kept his eyes on yours as he raised his shirt as suggestively as possible, bringing it up over his head and tossing it in a pile on his leather jacket.
âJust giving the person who wants to âfuck me right nowâ a little preview.â He said, smile smug like he was doing charity for letting you see his 6-pack.Â
Yea, real fucking Mother Theresa.
âWell, too bad I can barely see it.â You waved a hand in front of your face, âNo glasses remember?â
âCome sit on my lap, mama, Iâll give you a closer look.â Jason plopped back on the sofa, abs flexing as he reclined with his legs spread wide, inviting you to sit with a pat on his thigh and a wicked smirk to match.
âUgh, gross,â Rose made a face but appeared to be humored by Jasonâs antics.Â
âAnyway,â you interrupted desperately trying to change the subject. âSince I won, technically that means the girls won too. Rules are rules.âÂ
You had barely even finished your sentence when the boys immediately moved to take off their clothes. Your mouth went dry as they sat nonchalantly before you now, cocks resting against their stomachs.
In any other situation, youâd probably find this extremely inappropriate. They were your teammates. Sure, you lived together and had walked in on the occasional member changing or just getting out of the shower, but you were a bit buzzed off of the booze already, and this was differentâ you couldnât help but stare.
âSo uhâŠwhat now?â Garâs nervous laugh broke the silence and everyone turned towards him; he blushed under the newfound attention.
âNew game?â Conner suggested. He appeared to be just as clueless as Gar but with less of the blushing.
Rose looked over at you and Rachel for guidance, but seeing as neither of you knew how to react, the grey-haired girl merely shrugged back at the boys. âIâm down.â
âOk, new game,â Jason agreed. âIf you can make all of us cum in 10 minutes then the girls can get TV remote control privileges for the rest of the year.â
âAll of you including Conner?â You asked brow raised, âHeâs a super, thatâs not fair.â
âWhat? Itâs not like he has âsuper cum controlâ too.â
âActually, yea Iââ
âDonât answer that,â Jason cut in, annoyed. âOk fine, Iâll give a handicap. If you can make one of us cum in 5 minutes untouched then the TVâs all yours.â
âDo you think weâre stupid, Todd?â Rachel narrowed her eyes at him.Â
âWellâŠâ He paused and tapped a finger to his chin to consider Rachelâs rhetorical question, flinching playfully when she raised her fist to jab in his direction. âOk ok, but 5 minutes is a long time!â
âI meant the untouched part.â
âYour handicap is you canât touch us, and our handicap is Logan.â He jabbed a thumb to gesture at Gar who looked like he was meditating to calm himself down. âHeâll probably reach the big âOâ before he reaches nirvana.â
âDeal, but if itâs gonna be like that then letâs raise the stakes a little.â Rose countered. âNot just remote control privileges. We get control privileges. Over you guys. If we win, you have to do whatever we say for the rest of the year.â
Jason fished his phone out from the pocket of his jacket and set the timer for 5 minutes. âAnd if we win, the same for us too.â He started the timer and sat back.
You, Rachel, and Rose made a beeline for Gar, whoâd still had his eyes squeezed closed in the middle of the sofa.
âFuckinâ hell, I shouldâve known youâd try ân cheat,â Jason grumbled and stopped the timer. âNo double or triple-teaming. One to one only and I get to choose the pairs.â
âAnd why should you be the one to choose that?â You turned toward him, trying (and failing) not to look at his dick. It was long and thick, with a slight curve and a pretty pink color at the tip.
ââCuz you wanna fuck me so bad,â he simpered, an impish grin playing on his lips.
âOh god,â You rolled your eyes.
âLet him choose,â Rose challenged unfazed at Jasonâs constant goalpost moving. âWhatever strategy he thinks he has isnât gonna work.â
Jason ignored her and carried on with making the pairs. âRachel and Conner, Rose and Gar.â He pointed directly at you, âYou and me.â
Upon his directions, the three of you moved to stand in front of your now-designated partners. Finally satisfied, Jason set the timer again and pressed start. Almost immediately Rachel and Rose set to work on their mission, stripping their clothes down to their underwear. You tentatively followed suit, shimmying out of your jeans and kicking them aside. Jason eyed you, fully reclined in his seat with his hands comfortably behind his head.Â
âWell, this is gonna be easier than I thought,â He yawned, looking as nonchalant as ever.Â
âI doubt your porn-addled brain has ever seen a real woman before, Jason.â The taunts you directed at him shouldâve sounded more confident, but instead were dulled by your nervous fidgeting at the hem of your shirt.Â
This was the first time youâd ever been half-naked in front of a boy. And not just any boy, but a boy you liked. But the way he always seemed to tease you and make sexually insensitive jokes at your expense made you anxious. It wasnât overt bullying, but the little comments he would sneak here and there were beginning to eat at you. If you showed him any more of your body, would he make fun of you even more?
âTrust me, Iâve seen plenty,â He assured, âBut how âbout you jog my memory and demonstrate?â His gaze moved down your chest and back up to your eyes, daring you to take it off.Â
You fidgeted again under his stare, feeling a sensation growing in the pit of your stomach. It was a mix of anxiety, embarrassment, and something else you could quite place. When you glanced over to the other pairs, Rachel had already taken her top off and Rose was in the middle of a strip tease.Â
âFour minutes,â Jason announced, with a bored expression.Â
Feeling a sense of urgency, you pulled off your tank top, exposing your lacy bra. When his dick twitched, both your eyes shifted to the hardening situation in his lap. You could see him fighting the urge to touch himself now, and that gave you a burst of confidence.Â
Rachel and Rose were now in between Gar and Connerâs legs, not touching them, but teasing them by blowing hot air on their cocks. You followed suit, with only three minutes left you had to do something. After all, forfeiting your will to the whims of three boys with raging hormones didnât seem like a fun idea, especially since you knew how playfully vindictive they could get. Theyâd probably try and make you human furniture or whatever other sick and twisted thing they could think of. You shuddered at the thought of the kind of torture they could come up with.
You sank to your knees and sat between Jasonâs legs. You watched him involuntarily swallow and sit up straighter, pulling his hands down from his head to steady himself and clutch at the couch cushion beneath him.Â
âThree minutes,â Jason glanced at his phone, but he wasnât as confident as he was before. If anything, he seemed much more distracted by your presence at his feet.
Satisfied with his change in demeanor, you only smiled at him, fluttering your lashes at him as you brought your mouth closer to his balls. You opened your mouth and exhaled softly.
He hastily brought a hand to his cockâbeads of precum already spilling from its tipâand made minute motions with the pad of his thumb to calm himself down. His chest raised with shallow breaths as he looked down at you now, eyes heavily lidded with lust and wanting.Â
âFuck itââ He hissed and without warning, reached his other hand around the back of your head, pushing your nose into his balls as he began to jerk off. Your eyes widened, taken by surprise at his sudden actions.
From where you were kneeling you could already see Rachel and Rose giving their partners full-on blowjobs, completely forgetting the game they had agreed to earlier. The sensation in your stomach moved down to your clothed sex, and you could feel a tingling sensation as he rubbed your face obscenely against his balls, moaning with need.
âOpen your mouth âoh fuckâ please.â His voice sounded strangled as he held you at the base of his cock, masturbating desperately to chase his release.
You obliged his request, opening up and taking his balls into your mouth, looking up at him as you felt his grip on the nape of your neck tighten. He was clearly getting off from the sight of you beneath him, massaging thoroughly with the flat of your tongue. He brought your head back and, with his other hand, held his cock by the base.Â
He groaned again when he saw your lips now glossy with spit. âOpen fâme again, baby?â he asked despite the fact that the tip of his cock was already being pressed to your lips. Your cheeks warmed as he let out a moaning âfuuuckâ when you opened your mouth again to allow him inside. He pushed your head down deeper to take all of him in, and your eyes began to water as the tip of his cock grazed the back of your throat.Â
âYou donât know how fucking pretty you look with my cock in your mouth, Y/N,â he murmured, releasing the pressure off your head for you to catch your breath. He let out a short laugh as if your gasping for air was funny to him.
âHad no idea you were such a fucking slut under all those clothes. Howâre you a virgin when youâre takinâ my cock this good, hm?â His voice was gentle and soft but borderline condescending as he spoke.Â
Jason brushed away a tear from your eye and leaned over to bring you into an open-mouthed and sloppy kiss, tasting himself on your tongue. A string of saliva connected at both of your lips when you separated.Â
âGonna fuck that pretty little mouth of yours. Keep it open,â He instructed. Within seconds he was guiding your head back on his cock, bucking up into your mouth and against your throat. You made a garbled sound, which only seemed to make him thrust harder.Â
âOh fuâ thatâs so fuckinâ good, baby keep doinâ that,â he moaned, though you werenât doing much except letting your head loll up and down like a brainless doll with the support of his hand at the back of your neck.Â
The living room was now filled with the pleasured moans of the three boys and the gagging âgluck gluckâ sounds of the three girls as each of them fucked into your mouths, getting off on the lewdly slick sounds of their cocks pistoning in and out in a relentless rhythm. Your mouths became just another hole for them to fuck.
âShitââ His hips stuttered; he was close. He brought both hands to your head pushing it down so your nose pressed against his base. âYou know how to swallow right, baby?â He grunted.Â
You couldnât respond with words readilyâyour nose was plugged and his cock clogged your windpipeâ instead, your throat closed over his tip, as if a Pavlovian response to his question. He groaned and not shortly after, you felt his hot cum shooting down your throat.Â
When his softening cock finally left your mouth, you swallowed his sticky release as best as you could with your punished throat. He swiped some of the cum the had dribbled down your lips with his thumb and pushed it past your lips, making you suck it.Â
âYouâre so fucking hot,â he said breathlessly as he watched you suck his thumb, mesmerized by the way your eyes locked on him. A loud moan from Gar interrupted, making both you and Jason tear your eyes off each other. The green-haired boy was currently stroking his cum onto Roseâs waiting tongue. About a minute later, Conner came too.Â
It was only then that you realized that Jason had come the fastest; faster than the âhandicapâ heâd claimed Gar to be.
âSoâŠIâm guessing that means we won?â Rachel had already started pulling her clothes back on. Since she started dressing, everyone else mundanely followed suit.Â
Jason tugged his jeans back on, âSure. Fine. Whatever, weâre all yours for the next three months,â he sounded less than enthused but still took the time to find your discarded tank top and jeans and toss them over to you as well.
Rose threw her shirt back on and adjusted her eyepatch. âGirls, what are we thinking? Anything we want our new servants to do for us?â
âHmmâŠâ You tapped your chin in mock thought, giving Jason a sly look that could give one of his own cheeky smirks a run for its money. âOh, Iâve got a few ideas.â
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