slow kisses ﹙ jason todd x fem!reader ﹚ 🦇 ── cw: insecure jay, kinda angst with comfort, yearner!jason.
lizzie's yapping: yes I do adore this man.
Jason Todd is a man who kisses slowly. Especially when you're in his apartment, where he feels safe—where the warmth wrapping around his aching heart makes him wonder if he truly deserves all this peace he feels beside you. Because every time he places his hands on you, he feels like he's tainting you, like he's leaving a rotten mark on the perfection of your skin. That's how he sees himself, after all. As a man who only deserves to be beaten to death—something not important enough to be avenged.
So yes, Jason Todd definitely prefers to kiss you slowly. He wants to be selfish and memorize the taste of your mouth, so that if one day you leave, he’ll still have the warmth of your soft lips against his cracked ones forever etched into him. He tried to walk away so many times, before your hands gently cupped his cheek, as if you truly believed that was how he deserved to be touched.
Of course, you had to kiss him first—because if it were up to him, he would’ve kept drowning in his feelings, the ones that tore him apart every time he looked at you, knowing he would never be able to tell you how he felt in that moment, how desperately he wanted to be your life partner, your object of affection and devotion. You deserved something better, so much better than a body marked by scars and trauma that made him feel broken. And yet, at the same time, he felt like he was dying while still alive without your love.
But when you looked at him—without caring about his past or his present—when you told him you loved him, tragedy and all… that was the day Jason Todd truly came back to life. He wasn’t the man consumed by rage anymore, nor the confused, wounded boy. He was simply Jason. Your Jason. Yours, for you to do with as you pleased.
And what you did was take care of him.
Fear and insecurity remained buried deep within him, so when he kissed you, he always took his time.
He cradles your cheeks with both hands—whether you’re standing or sitting in his lap, he always has a hand on your face. First, he kisses the corner of your mouth, then slowly moves over your lips, tasting, memorizing. Slow doesn’t mean lacking intensity, though. Jason Todd is an intense man. He holds you like you’re his entire world while slipping his tongue into your mouth, nose brushing yours every time he tilts his head to deepen the kiss. Soon it turns wet, his breathing growing heavy—you can hear it, feel it, how that slowness is killing him.
Both your hearts pound hard, trying to reach each other. But his always beats a little faster, especially when your hands rest on his chest or when you thread your slender fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck.
And before pulling away, he gently bites your lower lip. Then he looks at you… oh, those eyes were pleading.
He doesn’t say it often—he was never good at putting feelings into words—but his actions speak for him, and that look especially screams louder than a thousand words: "please— keep loving me, I can be better for you, I’d give up everything for a life by your side."
Jason Todd is definitely the kind of man whose insecurity makes him kiss you slowly, just in case tomorrow you realize he’s not enough.
Luckily for him… you never went anywhere.
Only then he allow himself to truly live again.
