💭 shotgun kisses with jason todd
suggestive, smoking, mdni
You were in the backyard of the manor with your boyfriend, his siblings, and a couple of their friends, sitting in a circle around the bonfire. You were sat next to your boyfriend who had a joint in his hand, passing it back and forth among his friends.
You were quite used to Jason smoking in your shared apartment’s fire escape, you even smoked with him once, though it had only managed to make you cough up the bitter taste and you had never tried it again. You did eat edibles with him –on the rare occasions he chose to forgo smoking and eat a hash brownie instead.
What surprised you was that Dick, Tim, Wally, Roy and even Kory (who only took a drag) smoked. Jason had told you they only ever smoked weed and that too on rare occasions. Bruce being out of Gotham on a mission and leaving the manor to his kids while Alfred accompanied him just gave them an open opportunity.
The martinis you had been sipping on –that Barbara had prepared for herself, Cass, Steph and you– were beginning to make your eyes feel heavy.
You shifted in your seated position, grabbing ahold of Jason’s bicep and rested your head on his shoulder as you stared silently at the crackling fire.
He leaned down and pressed a kiss to the top of your head and let his head rest against yours as he took another drag.
“Pizza’s here, who’s getting it?” Tim asked, glancing at his phone.
All of them said Damian’s name in unison.
“You’re the youngest that’s the rule,” Dick chuckled.
Damian huffed and stood up, making his way inside the manor to get the pizza.
“Jay, I wanna try,” you said, watching Dick smoke a drag and pass the joint to Kory.
He looked at you for a beat too long as you stared back into his blue-green eyes, perfectly framed with long black lashes and currently shaded with redness.
“Let’s try something,” he mumbled, “Come here.”
He cupped your cheek with one large hand and took a long drag with another, holding it in while rubbing his thumb on your lower lip as a gesture for you to open your mouth.
You had seen and read about shotgun kisses multiple times in your life but had never tried it and the thought of an audience being present around you while he transferred smoke in your mouth was enough to make you blush and rethink your proposal. But one look around the circle made you realise that no one was looking at your way.
You obliged and opened your mouth, letting Jason lean down and blow the smoke directly into your mouth and before you had the chance to cough, he sealed his lips against yours.
His other hand traveled to your waist as he sucked in a harsh breath and pulled you even closer to him until you were perched on his thighs.
You were starting to believe that the weed was already getting to his head because he always got just a bit more clingy and handsy every time he got high.
You were guessing the joint was now in someone else’s hand because Jason was holding you with one hand on your waist and the other on the back of your head, pulling you in. Like he would combust if he didn’t have a death grip on your whole body.
He let out a shaky breath as his tongue teased the seam of your lips, making them part. He took the opportunity and shoved his tongue in your mouth, rubbing against your own, at the roof of your mouth and your lower lip, making you let out quiet whimpers.
You felt his sharp teeth tug at your bottom lip and bite enough to draw blood before he licked it clean. You gasped and felt Jason’s lips curl into the kiss like he was enjoying this way too much. You grasped his bicep, digging your nails as if to ground yourself while he devoured your mouth like he would die if he stopped.
Behind Jason, you heard Dick let out a whistle. “It’s those damn shotgun kisses I’m telling you,” he commented, making Steph laugh loudly before you felt something soft hit the side of your head.
“Jason let the poor girl breathe,” Roy huffed out a laugh but Jason didn’t budge, only kissing you harder as if to prove a point.
“Jay!” Cass snickered as you felt yet another marshmallow hit your head.
You pulled away from Jason but he leaned forward as if he could catch your lips with his again but you put a finger on his lips, backing him away. His mouth red, swollen and glistening. His cheeks flushed red while his hair looked tousled like he had just gotten out of bed.
“Thanks for the free porn Jason,” Tim commented, throwing more marshmallows at Jason’s head.
“Thought I’d do you service since you don’t get any,” Jason replied, giving Tim a tight smile.
Beside him, you were still flustered. You were doing your best to hide your face in his shoulder because Jason wasn’t big on pda, he barely even kissed you when out in public so this surprised you to say the least.
“What’s wrong?” Jason checked, looking down at you when everyone else once again got busy with their conversation.
He put his finger under your chin, making you look up into his eyes that were filled with amusement. “Are you blushing?”
“Stop,” you huffed, pushing his face away, making him snicker.
“Babe it’s okay, I’ve walked in on Dick and Kory multiple times. He mostly doesn’t care where he is it’s horrible.”
“I’m fine really,” you replied. “I just wish we were alone right now,” you murmured, fiddling with the hair at the nape of his neck.
“We can go upstairs, my childhood bedroom with a twin bed is really sturdy believe me,” he offered with a wink that shouldn’t have been as attractive as he made it look.
“No you freak,” you giggled, flicking his forehead.
“I have a situation, help me out here,” he groaned lightly and shifted in his seat to make you feel the situation he was talking about.
“Jason!” You hushed, covering his mouth with your palm.
He chucked again as you felt him kiss the palm of your hand before you pulled away and another joint miraculously made its way into Jason’s hand.
You rested your head ln his shoulder while he held your waist with one hand and brought the joint up to his lips with the other, taking a drag.
You stared at his perfect side profile, his button nose, his rose coloured lips, his deep eyes that you could drown in, his beautiful tuft of white hair that you brushed away from his face every morning because it had got long enough for him to scrunch up his nose as the strands tickled him.
You wanted to groan at how pretty he was.
You looked even closely at the freckles dusting his nose and cheekbones. You loved tracing them with your eyes, drawing constellations out of them every time he fell asleep with his head on your lap. You loved pressing light kisses on the little heart shaped freckle that was right below his lower lip.
You let out a sigh, making Jason look at you with a raised eyebrow.
“Do you want more?” He asked.
“No,” you replied, still feeling flushed.
He kissed your forehead and went back to the conversation he was having with his brothers.
“On second thought,” you began and he looked at you again.
“Let’s go see how sturdy your twin bed really is.”
You did not have to tell him twice.
