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jason:
standing beside him, you size your boyfriend up. he’s cooking dinner, and it smells delicious, but this is a time for a prank. secretly, you set your phone up to film. you turn back to him, mischief spanking in your eyes.
he catches your stare, turning to face you. his hands land on his hips, trying not to already sound exasperated. “what?”
“put your arms out,” you demonstrate, lifting both arms straight out.
“i’m not t-posing.” jason squints.
“please.”
“you’re gonna pants me.”
“no, i’m not. pleaseeee, blue jay.” all it takes is one pouty eyed glance for jason to comply (with a sigh). you smile as he lifts his arms like how you wanted, the look of distrust on his face plain. you wrap your arms around his neck, leaning in close on your tip toes. Instantly, jason scoops you up from under your ass, pulling you up to meet his lips. naturally, your legs go around his waist and you tilt your head sideways, deepening the kiss. jason slumps forward, his palm hitting the counter before the small of your back does. the audio finishes filming, instantly going on repeat.
he breaks the kiss, looking up and finally spotting your phone. he looks back at you, chuckling. “shoulda known.”
***
dick:
not surprisingly (since he’s the one who wanted to do the “jacked and kind” trend), dick is the one to show you the latest social media trend: seeing if your boyfriend melts into your kiss.
you shake your head. “you know of it, you’re gonna resist to prove them wrong.”
“you underestimate my love for you, sweetums.” dick leans in, unabashedly checking you out.
you flush, using your palm to turn his face away. “okay fine.”
after setting your phone up and hitting the countdown button, you back away from it–standing next to dick–as the audio plays. he lets you guide his arms straight up and down, before stretching up for a kiss. dick leans in just enough for your lips to touch as you wrap both arms around his neck, pulling him closer. he smiles against your lips, trying to keep his arms up. after a moment, you feel dick hunch down more to deepen the kiss as his hand slaps your ass, the other gripping your waist. you gasp into his mouth, and dick pulls away to laugh. “c’mon, sugar plum. ya gotta know i had to mess with ya.” the audio finishes filming and goes on repeat as you pull out of his arms to grab your phone. you save the draft as he comes up behind you, hand gripping your hips, damn nearing humping you. you laugh, clicking the phone off as you turn in his arms, kissing him again.
***
bruce:
you explain the trend. bruce, having shed his suit jacket and unbuttoned his vest, looks exhausted but agrees, emphasizing that it would remain on your private tiktok. you nod, setting your phone up, and hitting the countdown button. you walk back to him, demonstrating how to pose, with his arms straight out. you stand on your tip toes, cupping his face in your hands when you kiss him. he leans down, meeting your lips fully. it only takes three seconds to feel his hands in your hair before he pulls away, his arms going back into this original pose. you break away with a smile as the audio finishes out, playing the video on repeat.
“i’m sorry, i didn’t follow your instructions.”
“no, b, it’s okay.” you chuckle, grabbing your phone and saving it as a draft. “the whole thing is to see how long it takes your partner to melt into your kiss.”
bruce cocks his head, processing. “ah, so you could say..”
“you did exactly what i wanted.” you walk back over to him. planting your hand over the center of his chest, you stand on your tiptopes, kissing his cheek. bruce leans into your touch, cupping your face and pulling you in for another–proper–kiss.