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summary : Your boyfriend has a new haircut.. not only were you not expecting it, you didn’t expect to find it so.. hot?
masterlist ◞ DC Masterlist ◞ ac : @/twalxx
You were halfway through making dinner when the front door clicked open. The smell of garlic and herbs filled the apartment, the low hum of the radio playing some old rock song in the background. You’d had a long day — work, errands, the usual Gotham chaos — but coming home to cook for Jason always made it better. He usually got back from patrol around this time, still wired but softening the second he saw you.
You turned, wooden spoon in hand, ready to greet him with a smile and maybe a quick kiss.
Then you saw him.
Jason Todd stood in the doorway, kicking off his boots, hair still slightly damp from whatever he’d done to it. The usual messy, slightly-too-long style was gone. In its place was something sharper, cleaner — a baby mullet. The sides were trimmed close, the back longer, just enough to curl at the nape of his neck. The white streak stood out even more now, bright against the dark, freshly cut hair. It made his jaw look sharper, his eyes more intense. He looked… dangerous. Hot. Like the kind of man who could ruin your life in the best way.
You stared. Openly. The spoon slipped from your fingers and clattered into the pot.
Jason raised an eyebrow, a faint smirk tugging at his lips. “What? Alfred finally convinced me to get it cut. Said I looked like a stray dog. You hate it?”
You shook your head slowly, mouth dry. “No. I… God, Jason. You look…”
He stepped closer, still in his Red Hood jacket, the leather creaking as he moved. The new haircut made him look taller somehow, broader, the sharp lines of his face even more striking. You couldn’t stop staring at the way the longer pieces in the back brushed his neck, the way the sides were faded just enough to show the strong line of his jaw.
You reached out before you could think, fingers threading through the longer hair at the back of his head. It was soft, freshly washed, still a little damp. Jason’s breath hitched as you tugged gently, testing the length.
“God,” you whispered. “You look so good. Like… stupidly good.”
His smirk widened, but there was a flush creeping up his neck. “Yeah?”
“Yeah.” You stepped closer, pressing your body against his, one hand still in his hair. The other slid under his jacket, palm flat against his chest. “I can’t stop looking at you. The mullet… it’s hot. Really hot.”
Jason groaned softly, hands settling on your waist, pulling you tighter against him. “You’re gonna make me blush, baby. It’s just hair.”
“It’s not just hair,” you murmured, tugging again, harder this time. His head tilted back slightly, exposing the line of his throat. You leaned in, pressing a slow kiss to the skin just below his jaw. “It makes you look… dangerous. Like you could throw me over your shoulder and carry me off somewhere.”
He laughed, low and rough, but his hands tightened on your hips. “Maybe I will. If you keep pulling my hair like that.”
You smiled against his neck, nipping lightly. “Promise?”
Jason’s breath stuttered. He walked you backward until your back hit the counter, lifting you easily onto it. Your legs wrapped around his waist without thinking, pulling him closer. His hands slid under your shirt, palms warm against your bare skin as he kissed you — deep, hungry, full of all the want he usually kept so carefully controlled.
You kept one hand in his hair, tugging gently as you kissed him back. The new cut gave you something to hold onto, something to grip when he pressed closer, grinding against you just enough to make you gasp into his mouth.
“I love your hair like this,” you whispered when you broke apart for air. “It’s so soft. So easy to grab.”
Jason’s eyes were dark, pupils blown. “You’re gonna kill me tonight. I can already tell.”
You grinned, tugging again, harder. His head tilted back with a low groan, exposing his throat. You leaned in, sucking a mark just below his ear, then another on his collarbone, leaving little bruises that would peek out from under his shirt tomorrow.
He let you. He always let you.
His hands roamed your body — sliding up your back, down your sides, gripping your thighs as he pulled you closer. Every touch was reverent but hungry, like he couldn’t get enough of you. You kept playing with his hair, running your fingers through the longer pieces in the back, scratching lightly at his scalp.
“You’re so fucking pretty,” you murmured, kissing the corner of his mouth. “My handsome boyfriend with his new haircut. I can’t stop touching it.”
Jason laughed breathlessly, the sound turning into a groan when you tugged again. “Keep doing that and dinner’s gonna burn.”
You glanced over at the stove. The pasta was still simmering, but you didn’t care. You kissed him again, deeper, grinding against him as your fingers stayed tangled in his hair.
“Let it burn,” you whispered against his lips. “I’m busy.”
He groaned, hands sliding under your thighs as he lifted you off the counter, carrying you toward the bedroom without breaking the kiss. You wrapped your legs around his waist, still playing with his hair, tugging gently every few seconds just to hear the little sounds he made.
When he laid you down on the bed, he hovered over you, eyes dark and soft all at once. “You really like it, huh?”
“I love it,” you said, reaching up to run your fingers through it again. “It makes you look… dangerous. Like you could ruin me and I’d thank you for it.”
Jason’s breath hitched. He leaned down, kissing you slow and deep, one hand braced beside your head, the other sliding under your shirt to rest warm against your stomach. “Then maybe I will,” he murmured against your mouth. “Ruin you. Just a little.”
You smiled, tugging his hair again as you pulled him closer. “Promise?”
He did.
The rest of the night passed in a haze of kisses and touches and soft laughter. Jason was everywhere — hands on your waist, lips on your neck, body pressed against yours as he moved with that effortless grace he always had. He let you play with his hair the whole time, tugging and scratching and holding on as he kissed you senseless.
When you finally fell asleep, tangled together under the sheets, Jason’s head was on your chest, your fingers still loosely threaded through his new haircut.
He was exactly where he wanted to be.
And you? You were right there with him.
a/n : my eyeliner ran out I don’t feel like myself I’m gonna cry
𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐞 ⇢ a dream leaves you wide awake at three in the morning. luckily, Jason never minds being woken up.
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 ⇢ smut ⬫ porn without plot ⬫ f!reader ⬫ no physical description is given for the reader ⬫ cunnilingus ⬫ fingering ⬫ established relationship ⬫ english isn't my language ⬫ 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭 ...
𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 ⇢ 1,1k.
❝ 𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓'𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒔 ❞ credits to @/chrisssiren and @/cafekitsune for the dividers.
𝐈𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐋 𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐓 3:00a.m. when you woke from the dream you'd been having. your hair clung to your forehead with sweat, your chest rising and falling in quick, uneven breaths. glancing down at yourself, you noticed your nipples stiff beneath the thin silk nightgown. the heat between your thighs was impossible to ignore, as was the dampness soaking your panties.
even so, you slipped a hand beneath the comforter and inside your underwear, your fingertips brushing against your own arousal. a quiet whimper escaped your lips at the sensation.
when you looked beside you, jason was sleeping peacefully, completely oblivious to your predicament. one arm rested above his head while the other hugged a pillow. his breathing was slow and steady, his face relaxed — no nightmares haunting him tonight.
it was such a sweet sight that guilt almost stopped you from waking him. almost. your need was simply too overwhelming, and you shoved the guilt to the back of your mind.
scooting closer, you admired your boyfriend from only inches away. he was breathtaking, with his sharp jawline, thick brows, and the slightly crooked nose that had been broken more times than either of you cared to count.
jason slept shirtless, and the sight of his broad chest, crisscrossed with familiar scars, never failed to make your pulse race. carefully, you rested a hand against his chest before leaning in to whisper against his ear "babe... are you awake?" you already knew the answer. you placed a soft kiss against his cheek "babe... i need you..."
you tried again, trailing gentle kisses down his neck while your hand lazily stroked his chest. jason let out a sleepy grunt and shifted beneath the blankets before slowly opening his eyes, searching for yours in the darkness.
within seconds, he was fully awake. he caught the hand resting on his chest and brought it to his lips, pressing a tender kiss against your knuckles "what is it, princess?" he asked, concern immediately filling his voice "did something happen?"
you simply nodded. taking his hand, you guided it beneath the blankets until it rested over your soaked panties. understanding dawned on his face instantly. a crooked smile tugged at the corner of his lips as he slipped your panties aside, his fingers gliding through your wetness, drawing a soft sigh from you.
he moved closer, gently easing you onto your back until he hovered above you. your legs parted on instinct, welcoming him between them, while your arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him into a kiss.
jason kissed you slowly, savoring every second. his tongue explored your mouth at an unhurried pace while one of his large, calloused hands slid the strap of your nightgown from your shoulder, exposing your left breast.
the coolness of his palm against your heated skin sent a shiver through you. he cupped your breast, giving it a gentle squeeze before teasing your nipple between his fingers.
his lips left yours to find your neck, leaving behind a trail of wet kisses until he reached your breast. his tongue flicked across your nipple before his teeth grazed it, tugging just enough to pull another breathy sigh from your lips without hurting you. "so fucking beautiful," he murmured, his free hand already toying with your other breast.
your fingers buried themselves in his dark hair, stroking through the strands before giving them an affectionate tug. once he'd had his fill, jason continued kissing his way down your body at an unhurried pace until he reached your hips.
he slowly pushed your nightgown upward, his fingers hooked into the sides of your panties and pulled them down. the discarded fabric landed somewhere on the bedroom floor as jason settled between your thighs, gently urging your legs farther apart.
he paused for only a heartbeat before dragging his tongue from your perineum all the way to your clit. his lips wrapped around the sensitive bud as he sucked gently, alternating between slow, steady pressure and teasing circles of his tongue.
one hand remained firmly around your thigh, squeezing reassuringly, while the fingers of his other hand gathered your slick before slowly pushing two fingers inside you.
soft moans spilled from your lips. one of your hands toyed absentmindedly with your breast while the other threaded into jason's hair, urging him impossibly closer.
he glanced up at you, holding your gaze without wavering as he continued lavishing attention on your clit. his fingers curled inside you with practiced precision, moving at the exact rhythm he knew made your body melt, occasionally spreading apart in a gentle scissoring motion.
he never once looked away "look at me, princess..." he murmured, his voice muffled against your skin "i want to see your eyes when you come." he worshipped every inch of you, alternating between licking, sucking, and fingering you until your thoughts dissolved into nothing but him.
at one point, he changed his rhythm entirely. his thumb replaced his mouth over your clit while his tongue slipped lower, making your back arch from the sensation. all you could do was tug at his hair and cry out his name.
minutes later, that familiar knot began tightening deep inside your stomach. your breathing turned ragged, jason could feel your walls fluttering around his fingers. with a drawn-out moan of his name, you finally came, your body trembling as pleasure washed over you.
his hands tightened around your thighs, holding you steady through every wave. jason took his time afterward. he kissed and licked every inch of your swollen, sensitive cunt, refusing to waste a single drop. your body twitched from the overwhelming sensitivity, but you didn't care.
all you could do was stare down at him through heavy-lidded eyes, your breathing still uneven. "holy fuck, baby..." jason breathed as he finally sat back on his knees. his nose, lips, and chin glistened with your slick. a wicked grin spread across his face, every trace of sleep completely gone.
your gaze drifted downward. the outline of his hard cock strained against his sweatpants. his hand slid slowly down his abdomen, following the trail of hair disappearing beneath the waistband before slipping inside. a moment later, he freed himself. large, thick, curving ever so slightly upward. the flushed tip already glistened with precum, his heavy balls completing the intoxicating sight.
wrapping his hand around the base, he stroked himself a few slow times. your mouth watered immediately, already imagining him fucking your throat. throughout it all, his eyes never left your swollen, glistening cunt. still lazily pumping himself, he looked up at you and murmured in a low voice, "come here... come on." without hesitation, you spread your legs even wider, silently inviting him closer.
CONTENT — 18+ minors dni | bathroom sex, established relationship, pet names (sweetheart & doll), fingering, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), slight dirty talk, multiple orgasms, rough sex, creampie. let me know if i’ve missed anything!
WC — 1.3k
NOTE — post number #6 for my 1k celebration!
MASTERLIST | 1K CELEBRATION
you and jason are at some party and yet, despite how much jason might hate them, he loves what you’re wearing. so much so, he couldn’t bear other people's eyes seeing what was his.
you’re all over him, grinding against him with no care for who is watching, whispering against his jaw about how desperate you are for him to just take you then and there. it might’ve been what you had to drink, or maybe you just love seeing how much he can take before he snaps.
either way, you’re unable to bite back the excited giggle as he takes a hold of your hand and guides you towards the bathroom. the door slams behind him and you stumble into the sink, watching his chest rise and fall with each bated breath.
“jay,” you whisper, stepping forward and sliding your hands down his chest and over his abdomen.
“don’t,” he tenses, jaw clenching.
“don’t what?” you tilt your head, lips ghosting against his neck. “hmm? you’re so tense.”
jason exhales through his nose, cursing under his breath before pressing you against the wall. his big hands grip your waist, chest pressed against yours as his lips attack your neck. he groans against your skin, licking, nipping and sucking at whatever his lips could reach.
then, without warning, he pulls back and spins you around. your hands brace against the wall as he scrunches your dress up around your waist. his cock throbs at the sight of your skimpy underwear, the fabric soaked through and clinging to your folds.
he presses his fingers against the ruined lace, sliding up and down and applying just the tiniest pressure over your clit—making your hips jolt. you roll your hips into his hand, aching for his touch, his mouth, his cock, anything.
he chuckles lowly, hooking a finger into the band of your panties and dragging them to the side to expose your dripping cunt. he watches hungrily, absolutely captivated as you flutter and clench around nothing—your folds glistening with need.
you tremble against him as he wraps an arm around your waist and slides his fingers between your folds, lightly circling your clit. the moan you let out is lewd and desperate as you roll your hips again, seeking more, seeking him.
“jay, please,” you whine breathlessly.
his cock twitches painfully, aching to be buried deep inside you. it strains against his jeans, the damp fabric sticking to him uncomfortably. his whole body feels alight, his breath warm against your shoulder as his control hangs by a thread.
you shudder as he slides a finger inside you, your cunt sucking him in and coating the digit. your head falls against the wall as he keeps the pace slow, thrusting his finger in and out with steady precision.
he adds a second finger, stretching you a little and feeling you clench around him. your slick drips down to his palm as he drags his fingers out almost all the way before plunging them back inside.
you feel each knuckle as he sinks them deep inside, your cunt squelching sinfully as he curls his fingers just right. it's tantalising, you want more, you crave more, you need more, yet jason isn’t giving it to you. you push back against his hand, thighs shaking, only for his fingers to slip out entirely.
groaning frustratedly, you go to turn your head around but jason gently presses his hand to the side of your face, keeping it against the wall. you go to protest but hear the sound of his belt being undone.
your heart pounds as the zip of his jeans sound throughout the bathroom. you don’t dare move, or even breathe. you hear his jeans hit the floor and it’s not long before jason brushes the hot head of his cock between your folds.
you whimper as he coats himself in your arousal, the swollen head bumping against your clit with each slide. his precum mixes with the mess between your thighs, the sound so sinful it has jason biting back a groan.
the sound of fabric tearing has you confused until you see your underwear thrown on the floor beside you. a wave of pleasure courses through you and you’re unable to stop the tiny whine that escapes your lips.
your voice is broken and breathless as you plead and beg for him to give you what you wanted. your words slur together as you moan his name, the thick head of his cock teasing your entrance.
finally, jason pushes inside. the stretch is instant, the searing burn has your lips parting and a gasp tumbling free from your throat. he’s just too big. you don’t think you’ll ever get used to his size—no matter how many times the two of you fuck.
your cunt flutters around him, trying to adjust to the stretch as jason forces you to take all of him. he buries himself to the hilt, bottoming out with a harsh grind of his hips. his hands settle on your hips, fingers digging into your skin.
he sets a punishing rhythm, his hips snapping forward with a force that makes your knees threaten to buckle beneath you. but jason doesn’t let you fall. he keeps a firm grip on your hips—possessive almost—as he forces you to take every brutal snap of his hips.
every stroke of his cock is so deep it feels like he’s in your throat. you clench around him, and his rhythm stutters for a second before he drives into you harder and faster. you’re losing your mind—you don’t even think you could recall your own name right now.
the two of you are barely holding on—your orgasms fast approaching. you’re soaked beyond comprehension, your slick dripping down your thighs and onto his balls. and as for jason, his last thread of control snapped ages ago.
“fuck, sweetheart,” jason pants, his head tipping back. “taking me so—fuck—taking me so well…”
his words are all you need before your orgasm crashes through you. it steals the air from your lungs and makes your vision go white. your cunt pulses around him, so tight he can barely move.
the after shocks makes your body jerk and jason feels every ripple, every shudder and every weak tremor you produce. but he doesn’t stop.
“s’good,” he groans, fucking you through your orgasm.
you whimper, his cock is too much. you can barely breathe from how he’s still fucking you hard and deep—every thrust sending you closer and closer to the edge once again. your moans turn into desperate, high-pitched whimpers but jason doesn’t slow down. if anything, he fucks you harder—if that was even possible.
he’s close—so fucking close—he can feel it, the tight pull in his gut, his rhythm breaking. his body jerks as he thrusts deep, his hips snapping forward one last time, burying himself to the hilt as he reaches his orgasm.
“f-fuck, doll,” he chokes out, attaching his lips to your neck.
hot ropes of cum spill deep within your cunt, filling you completely. so much so, it seeps out around his cock—thick, filthy strings leak down your thighs and mix with the mess he made of you.
the feeling undoes you—the second you feel him release inside you, you shatter. another orgasm tears through your body causing you to sob, your whole body tensing and back arching in pleasure.
your cunt squeezes around him, sucking every last drop and milking him for all he's got. he groans, hips jerking and cock throbbing as he spits more cum inside you—stuffing you full. even as he trembles, he keeps moving.
each deep, slow, languid stroke leaves you breathless, until you’re both shaking, until neither of you can take it anymore. jason stills, his cock still buried deep inside you, his body pressed against your back, lips parted as he tries to catch his breath.
“yo!” you hear someone shout from the other side of the door. “you two done fucking yet?”
goodie two-shoes newly adopted jason todd is one of the funniest fucking things to come out of the batfamily fandom, actually. y’all remember that episode of the office us where dwight gets fired and the day afterwards micheal is all sad like ‘why haven’t the cleaning ladies arranged the toys in my office and watered my plants?’ and everybody tells him ‘no dwight used to do that.’ ? in the funniest way possible i want this to be bruce and jason.
jason todd who was such a sweet eager-to-please kid. he literally adored bruce for taking him in and letting him be robin, so he was doing literally anything he could think of to make his adoption worthwhile to bruce. being the model student at school, keeping his room immaculately clean, training as much as he could--the enthusiasm was genuinely baffling to bruce, who up until that point had only ever dealt with dick motherfucking grayson as a child under his care. at first he thought something was wrong with jason, or that he was covering something up. alfred had to pull him aside after a few months just like 'no he's genuinely this much of a people pleaser, master bruce. this isn't an act'. they had no idea what to do with this kid.
bruce doesn't even know most of the stuff jason does, he just assumes these little things Happen to Happen, and doesn't consider that it isn't alfred or that it might not be a coincidence. he counts himself lucky that jason is a well behaved kid and doesn't look too far into the details of how far that behaviour goes. so through the years after jason's death, bruce is genuinely just... fucking baffled.
"alfred, why did you stop making those little smoothie pots and leaving them in the fridge for my breakfasts? i really liked them, but you never have them anymore."
"...what smoothie pots?"
"the ones you always left in the door of the fridge for me, with the post-it notes telling me to have a good morning."
"i have never made you a smoothie pot, master bruce. i fear this was another of jason's little habits."
"...shit."
"indeed."
"so you don't know how to make these smoothie pots?"
like- i want jason to have literally been doing the most random fucking stuff you can think of. he was organising bruce's sock drawer, watering the plants in the downstairs bathroom, stapling together all the WE files in bruce's office so that bruce wouldn't misplace any of them. he was going above and beyond to make bruce's life as easy as possible in any way he could think of for YEARS, and he did it all so quietly that bruce never noticed until jason wasn't around anymore and all of a sudden his life was real fuckin' inconvenient and he had no idea why.
i just think it would be funny if red hood does a big identity reveal in front of all the bats and bruce just instantly bursts into tears in jason's arms weeping about how 'alfred let the fern die and they had to buy a new mop bucket because nobody knew where jason had stored it last' and jason is just. very confused holding a sobbing batman because he genuinely forgot that he used to do any of that stuff. meanwhile dick's in the background next to tim and he's just like 'so were you the one that organised the west attic? 'cause tim thinks it was the spirit of thomas wayne and we've been arguing about it for six months.'
bonus points if the league of assassins comes into it because at some point talia comes to visit damian and her and bruce get to chatting about jason, and bruce gets all teary and fond as he waxes poetic about how amazing and helpful jason was as a kid living around the manor, all the stuff he used to do, and then he turns to talia to ask what he was like living with her and she looks at him with the eyes of a long-dead veteran to tell him 'within his first two months he'd blown up two watchtowers, taught damian to call us all slurs in six different languages, and shaved a strip of my father's hair off while he was asleep. over his time with us he has personally contributed to the creation of ninety-three new rules around the compound, and the day before he left for gotham i personally watched him set fire to one of our helicopters.' and then there's just a really awkward period of silence because bruce has no idea what to say to that because HIS time with jason was fuckin great.
laser tag with a grumpy, jealous Jason who can’t seem to admit to when things bother him. but a heated makeout session can fix that, right?
a/n: i went a little overboard with this request oops
Jason swears this is all Dick’s fault.
Mostly cause he’d insisted on taking everyone out to do shit he considers fun and Jason considers a nuance. Apparently what Dick was so amped about doing was going to an arcade and winning the most outrageously large teddy bear.
But then it ticked him off when he turned around and handed it to you, grinning like it was the least he could do.
“It’s no big deal. Jason here won’t even play any of the games so someone should win for you.” Smiling as he watches you fluff the oversized bear and thank him.
Jason scoffs so loud he’s surprised none of you turned to look at him.
You would never go for his brother, he knows that. It’s not even about that really. But part of him is insecure just for the sake of insecurity and he can’t help but feel somewhat inadequate in this part of his life. Unsure whether or not you genuinely like him or if you just tolerate him.
Now you’re at a glow in the dark laser tag place and he’s equally as annoyed as when you left the house. Grumbling lowly as he watches kids half his age shooting eachother and giggling away. Tim was out within the first fifteen minutes you’d been there by Stephanie and Cassandra who unfairly teamed up against him. Then only five minutes later, Cassandra turned her gun to Stephanie and sighed like you should’ve know.
Damien was the one who got Cassandra afterwards, lurking behind her like something entirely out of a nature documentary. Slithering so soundlessly that almost Jason missed him too. Jason observed all of this and didn’t get a glimpse of you amongst the flashing lights and smoke bellowing at the corners of the room.
At least he shot Dick the first chance he had, watching his vest glow red and blue before fading out like police sirens.
That was one of the only times he’d cracked even a smidge of a smile today.
“You shot me!” Flailing his arms towards his torso then out to Jason. “I was supposed to get Damien and your girlfriend out.”
Jason’s nose flairs with idiotic possessiveness that he genuinely didn’t need to have. “I already got him out Dick for brains. And I can get my girl a teddy bear myself, thank you very much.”
“Ohh, I see.” Dick coos and smirks as though he knows something Jason doesn’t. “You’re jealous.”
Watching as Dick starts walking away to join the rest of his family who were literally trained for combat, now sitting at a bench outside.
Jason grumbles under his breath. “I’m not jealous…”
No one hears him say it but himself.
Though he hasn’t seen you still and he’s not even sure if you were still in the game.
Rounding another corner and keeping a cautious eye as though this were a real threatening opportunity, Jason watches. He looks for hints of you even though he’d been grumpy all day, silently protesting when you go on another ride with Dick but not enough to actually get on it too. At least not until you drag him by his hand and tell him to stop being so quiet with that smile on your face he could never live without. Slowly his resolve would crumble with you but his brothers would remind him of everything he hated about himself. And even Jason wasn’t sure why he let it get to him.
Approaching a bright purple wall with neon green handprints from paint littered across it, Jason’s swears he hears footsteps amongst the music. His hand reaches for his waistband instinctively as the steps get closer but it’s not a threat at all. Then there’s a group of teenagers who come laughing amongst themselves and Jason feels how tense he had gotten. He sighs as he drops his hand from reaching for the handgun he always kept on him and shakes his head to himself.
This is a game. Just a stupid game.
You catch him off guard while he’s got his head hung between his shoulders and his eyes closed for a moment. You push him against the wall with all of the strength you could muster up, pressing your lips to his.
Everything about you was burned to his memory like something branding him entirely. His eyes open for just a second to catch yours while they’re closed as you touched him, green paint on your cheek that caught the light as it shifted. His hands span up your sides and grip your waist, holding you there against him as he deepens the kiss. Though the fight for dominance continued as you pushed your tongue into his mouth and swallowed the moans he instinctively made.
When he reaches up to touch your face, you grab them and keep it at your waist. He willingly accepts it and smiles against your lips as one of your hands go up to snake up his back, settling at his hair. Pulling lightly to keep him where you wanted him to stay for you.
He breathes heavily when trail your lips down his face, nipping at his jawline so he drops his head against the wall, rasping your name. Then, you pull away your face, running your hair through his hair still, and the anticipation bubbles. Opening his eyes, he finds you looking at him, equally as disheveled as he thinks he looks. Lips plump and hair a little wild, paint now smears over your face enough to tell him he was covered now too.
But there’s something hard pressed against his chest and when he looks down, you’re holding a laser gun. He opens his mouth and you shoot, his vest glowing a blend of purple when he stares at it. Then, up at you, smiling in the way he could never resist really.
“Sorry baby. It’s a cruel world huh?” Laughing as you peck his lips once more and move to run away.
You’re a few steps, giggling as you rush but Jason’s closer. Behind you quickly and that rush makes you gasp at the weight of him pressed against you before he even really grabs you.
“Nah.” He replies, grabbing your wrist and pulling you close again. “You just killed your boyfriend. You like that shit ma?”
“My boyfriend? I don’t know sir, haven’t seen him all day but this grumpy guy has been here that looks just like him.” Running your thumb over his lips that had been smeared in your lip combo.
He sighs and drops his hands to your waist, locking them around you. “I’m not one for family time like this I guess.”
“I know baby, but you don’t gotta look at Dick like you wanna stab him.” Offering up with a softness in your tone that makes him crumble. “He’s just riling you up cause you let him. He even told me he was gonna give me the bear to see how you’d react cause he knows you.” Poking his cheek.
“I know.” Sighing elongated as he walks you towards the wrong exit sign.
“Uh, Jay. The exits over there.” You offer.
“I know.” He simply replies. “We’re going home.”
“But we’re supposed to go have dinner with your family?” Letting him loop his arm over your shoulder and lean into you like he didn’t weigh double your size in muscle mass alone.
He pushed the back door open and guides you through with him as he kisses your forehead sweetly as can be.
A low chuckle slips his lips. “Been teasing me all day, think I’m gonna let you off so easily?”
“Excuse me, that was your brothers. I simply played along.” Shrugging like it’ll get you out of this.
“Nuh-uh. That’s not gonna get you out of this.” He reads your mind cause he knows you too well. “You’ll get what’s coming ma.”
Still he opens the car door open for you and closes it behind you. Takes your hand in the car ride and kisses the back of it while you scroll through your playlist to play a song.
When you’re home, you get exactly what was coming to you with no complaints. Just smiles and little marks from his teeth biting a little too hard that you tried to cover up when you saw his family days later. Dick side-eyes you and Jason when you explain you got sick and had to miss dinner.
— 𝜗𝜚⋆ your husband gets clingy and sappy during sex
it always starts heated, hungry, almost borderline feral when you get your hands on each other. the rough yet gentle way his voice echoes in your ear at every promise he tells you he’s gonna do to you: knows it makes your knees weak and pussy wet.
his touch always traveling around your body, knowing it like the back of his hand, knows what you like and don’t like, knows which buttons to press to have you trembling and shaking. whispers the dirtiest things in your ear while he’s got this finger stuffed in your cunt and you can’t do anything but grip his wrist tightly and moan into his mouth when he kisses you.
but there’s also times when it shifts, the entire bedroom becomes soft all of a sudden, like now; sat back on his knees, thumb rubbing the slowest circles on your clit while his can’t take his eyes off the way his cock eases in and out of you with one leg pushed off to the side and the other bent over his shoulder. “baby,” he murmurs, deep and low in his throat, his lips littering wet kisses against your leg. “you’re so pretty, baby.”
your eyes snap open at his words, dazed and confused. “huh?” through tears welling up in the corners of your eyes, you catch sight of him, but he isn’t looking at you. he’s fixated on your pussy. your lips part with another string of soft whines, hand loosely pressed against his chest when he’s slowly grinding into you; the thickness of his cock stretching you out perfectly. “what did you say?”
if he hears you, he choses not to say anything, not yet anyway, too entranced with how he fills you up, eyes hooded and breath stuttering at the warmth of you wrapped around him. doesn’t seem to register the way your nails sink into the skin of his chest each time he pulls out just enough to have you whimpering in protest before pushing right back into you. each thrust knocking your breath out of you.
it’s when his eyes flicker up and meet yours finally, lowering your leg from his shoulder, that he smiles; the lazy and giddy kind, before he’s leaning over you. his body, made up of pure muscle and strength, cages yours beneath him. “you’re pretty too, sweetheart,” his face is instantly tucked into the crook of your neck, hot breath against your skin, causing you to shiver and clench around him. “so pretty, my pretty lady,” he continues, hands running up and down your thighs before he’s wrapping them around his waist for you, body lowering more onto yours.
you gasp into his shoulder, the action of his body pressing down onto you causes his cock to sink deeper. “baby,” you whine, biting his shoulder, hands running up and down his back, moving to his sides just to feel the hotness of his skin before they’re moving back up and around his back; the muscle is hard beneath your touch.
his thrusts are slow and gentle, the thick vein on the underside of his cock throbs against your walls, rough hands slide down your legs and over your hips. his ragged breaths and groans vibrate against your neck and the sharpness of your nails sink into his back. “my pretty baby, so sweet and soft,” he murmurs once more, teeth nipping at your neck. “you’re so perfect, so mine.”
he’s gone, that much you realise, and you also realise he’s not even phased by the way your nails continue to rake up and down his back each time he grinds into you, his mind and body focused on how good you feel wrapped around his cock, how you feel so pliable beneath him. those same hands that make you feel safe no matter what, grip your hips tighter once his pace gets more faster.
“m’yours,” you choked out, the sound a mixture between a moan and a sob; either way it goes straight to his head, panting into your now sweaty neck. “all yours, honey please.”
“you’re so perfect, m’so lucky to have you,” he can’t stop, his fingers sinking deeper into your hips and nose sliding up and down your neck.
the plap plap plap of skin slapping echo the room, your ankles locked tightly around him, heels pressing into his lower back each time he drags his cock out, enough to make you whine, before sliding right back in, the tip of his cock catching onto the spot inside you that has stars behind your ears and toes curling. “feels ‘shoo good,” you moan, hips moving on their own accord to meet his thrusts.
your arm wraps around his neck, holding him close to you and you moan, gasp and whine into his ear softly. his sweaty body sticks to yourself like glue, if anything his grip on your hips tighten, lips attaching to your neck hungrily. “so warm, holy shit” his voice slurs slightly, one hand quickly moving between your bodies where he finds your throbbing clit. “so wet,” his fingers work slowly, drawing figure eights on the bud, groaning each time you clench around his cock. “you’re so fucking perfect, fuck honey.”
his words melt your heart, makes your eyelids flutter closed just for a second; or longer, you can’t tell anymore, basking in his love and affection. “mmm love you,” you gasp, nails sinking into the skin of his shoulder.
“love you more,” he pants, lifting his head from your neck and pressing his forehead to yours, eyes hooded. “love you so much, my best girl, pretty wife.”
you cry out against his cheek, walls fluttering around his cock once again at his words, never fails to make you shy and happy no matter how many times he says it. “more, need more, please, honey—”
“wanna feel you, need to feel you, just for a little linger—ohmygod,” another particular thrust of his hips has your legs tightening around him and a deep rumble from his throat causes his pace to falter for just a split second. “pussy was made for me, you were made for me, baby, hm? yeah? lemme feel you for longer, need to, mmmm, that’s it.”
“can’t, need you to move faster.”
his lips curl up into a smirk and you cling to his shoulder tighter when he moves his head towards your neck again, lips grazing the shell of your ear. “lemme play with you a little longer, baby, yeah?”
a/n: not fully proof read, pls excuse any silly mistakes 😭, also haven't written smut in a long time but you can tell i fucking love this man. i hope you all enjoy!!
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What was that thing people said? 'Don't poke the bear'?
Wanna know what you did? You poked the bear. Multiple times, if we're being honest.
"Y'know, you're not even that big Jay." You hum, teasing smile making its way onto your face whilst trailing a nail up and down his back. He was hunched over his bike, fixing something or the other - you're not sure what and you really couldn't care less. He tensed, only for a moment, but you saw the muscles on his back stiffen underneath his black compression shirt.
"Yeah?" He doesn't look up. He simply sounds amused, you could even hear his smirk. Well we can't have that now, can we?
"Mhmm, matter of fact it's probably tiny down there too."
"Oh yeah, tiny."
Smug bastard. He wasn't even trying to indulge you. The least he could do was play along. You cross your arms petulantly, brows furrowing in frustration. You glare at his (sexy) back with all the strength you can muster. Meanwhile, he's doing all he can to not burst out into laughter.
You're contemplating stomping out, when he stands up, stretching his arms out in front of him. He tilts his head down to look at you, stupid fucking smirk still so present on his face. He takes a step towards you; you try not to gulp when you notice the dark glint in his green eyes.
"If I'm so tiny, then…" Another step forwards. "…you should have no problem taking it all, right?"
Your eyes widen, heat creeping up the back of your neck as you take a step back. You school your expression into one of dismissal, waving him off with a hand. "Oh, I can take it. Can it even satisfy me though? Surely something so small can't feel that good." You shrug, looking the epitome of innocence as you blink up at him with faux sympathy.
You don't know when he took another step, but now you're pressed against the wall of his garage, his beefy arms on either side of your head, caging you in. You have to fully crane your neck upwards to look at him, and it's then that it hits you just how much this man towers over you. Your eyes rake over him, really taking him in this time. He wasn't just tall. No, he was big. In every sense of the word. Muscles that flexed with every move, strong, solid but with that subtle softness underneath that made you wish he would both hold you close and crush you.
"Yeah? Pretty little thing like you thinks she can handle me?" His hand reaches out to grab your wrist, thumb rubbing gently against your pulse point with a voice so soft it's almost mocking. You swallow back your response when his hand trails up your arm, leaving goosebumps in its wake.
Up, up, and up.
Until he reaches your collarbone. Calloused fingertips ghost over the skin, causing your breath to hitch, your eyes following his every move. And then, ever so slowly, his hand wraps fully around your throat. Not choking, not squeezing (yet) just… holding. The pad of his thumb presses onto the bottom of your chin, forcing you to look at him with a shuddering breath and wide eyes.
A flash of amusement passes through him at your bewilderment, poking his tongue into the inside of his cheek as he lets out a scoff. "What's wrong? Don't tell me this is too much for you already?" He bends down, leaning in close enough so that his breath ghosted over your ear as he whispered, "I haven't even started yet."
You manage to force a weak glare in his direction, hands clenching into fists by your sides to stop yourself from grabbing onto whatever part of him you could. And just because you can, you throw in a smartass retort in there for good measure. "Too much for me? Please, we both know you're just stalling cos you're ashamed to take that small dick of yours out."
Jason lets out a breathy laugh, low and dark in your ear, lips brushing against the sensitive skin. "Cute. Sounds like you think about what my dick looks like a lot, huh sweetheart?" How is he still so unfazed from your taunts? You were hoping for a reaction, an angry one preferrably, but he was refusing to give you anything, much less whatever your dirty mind had conjured up before you began your bratty act.
His other hand drags down your chest, cold palm flat against the plush skin of your stomach - and then slowly caressing back up until his fingers reach the edge of your bra, all while his gaze is locked onto your face, relishing in every little shudder that leaves you. He cups you, swiping a teasing thumb over the hardened nipple poking through the stupidly thin fabric of your bra, smirk widening when you arch ever so slightly into his touch.
The smirk doesn't leave his face as his hand abandons your tit, sliding down, squeezing your waist on the way before his fingers dip into the waistband of your leggings. He cups your pussy through your panties, letting out a sharp exhale when he rubs along the already wet fabric sticking to your folds.
His grip on your throat doesn't falter, keeping you pinned against the wall, thumb still pressed under your chin so you can't look away even if you wanted to. "What happened to that smart little mouth? You're awfully quiet for someone who's soaked through her panties." He drawls, voice laced with just enough amusement to make you want to both kiss him and slap him.
Your reply dies in your throat, replaced by a gasp when you feel his big fingers push your panties to the side, gently rubbing along your slick pussy. By the time he leans in, lips crashing into yours, you're already trembling. He kisses you like a man starved. Deep, rough, swallowing back every little gasp trying to escape you as he continues toying lazily with your folds, gathering the arousal practically gushing out of you to smear it against your clit in slow circles - as if you weren't already struggling to keep up with his tongue furiously swirling against yours.
He nips teasingly at your bottom lip, before taking your tongue in his mouth and sucking. The action so obscene and unexpected it has you bucking up into his hand, entire body flushing with need.
He groans lowly, almost desperately, pulling back just enough to mutter into your mouth, "You're fucking dripping. Haven't even touched you properly yet." He swipes his fingers through your folds even slower this time, as if to prove his point.
The quiet whimper you let out is muffled into his chest as your head falls forward, hands clutching needily at the front of his shirt, thighs already starting to tremble slightly. The hand on your throat tightens ever so slightly as he lets out another groan - feral and impatient, "Fuck, get this shit off." His hands tears away from your throat and your pussy long enough for him to grab fistfuls of your leggings, ripping apart the thin fabric like it's fucking paper. Not even a second later, your panties suffer the same unfortunate fate, dangling in his fist before he tosses them behind him.
"What the fuck?" You yelp out, trying to catch your breath as you look up at him with wide eyes. Honestly, the action made you more aroused than pissed but you weren't about to let him know that. "I liked those! What are you, a fucking animal?"
He just shrugs, not even flinching at the tone of your voice, pupils dilating as he fixes his gaze on your now bare, glistening cunt, tongue wetting his lips. "Don't give a fuck, need to see how well she can take my fingers." He looks up briefly to press a fleeting, almost soothing kiss to the corner of your mouth, "Besides, I'll buy you new ones."
His knee slots in between your legs, pushing them further apart as his hand goes back down to spread your lips. "God, how are you so wet?" He groans at the sight, forehead falling to rest against yours as he watches your cunt glisten. You're still trying to comprehend what the fuck just happened, looking back and forth between the scraps of fabric that were once your clothes and the positively hungry look in his eyes; and then his lips are back on yours. Messy. Needy. Desperate. Teeth clicking together, tongues swirling as you feel saliva accumulate at the corner of your mouth, every part of your body seemingly dripping for him. He swallows all the little moans, free hand gripping your jaw to press himself closer to you . He pulls back, lips barely just hovering yours as his thumb smears your spit across your cheek, "Look at you, so wrecked already. You still think you can take all of me, sweetheart?"
Your eyes flick up to his, chest heaving as you try to catch the air he just stole out of your lungs, and stubborn as ever, give him a nod. "I told you I would didn't I?" You huff out, hands trailing up his abs to rest on his pecs.
He chuckles softly, nudging his nose against yours before he whispers, "Then I better not fucking hear you complaining later." He swats lightly at your clit, making you yelp before the same hand reaches back to squeeze your ass, blunt nails digging into the soft flesh, dragging you forward against his bulge. Your eyes nearly pop out of your head when you feel just how fucking huge he is. And that's when you realise, you might have fucked up.
He doesn't even give you time to second guess yourself as he drags you over his bulge once more, "Feel that?" He murmurs, dipping his head, "You're gonna be stuffed full soon enough." The hand gripping your jaw moves down to settle on your stomach, stretching his thumb and pinky finger out across as if mapping you out, letting out a low hum, "Up to here I'd say?"
Your brows furrow in confusion until you look down, nearly choking on air when you realise what he's doing. You see him pressing down into a spot that's nearly up to your fucking ribs and you think you might pass out before he even unzips his jeans. Whether it's from fear or excitement, you're yet to decide.
He continues pressing into your stomach as his other hand gathers the mess dripping down your inner thighs and then, without warning, pushes one long, thick finger in.
You let out a strangled cry, eyes widening, hands scrambling to hold onto his arms. Fucking hell, that's only one finger. Thick and stretching your hole out in a way that has your walls clenching around him. His eyes never leave your pussy, watching as his finger goes in and out. In and out. Rubbing you inside just right, curling just enough to have you panting helplessly, nails digging into his skin.
"Struggling already? Oh baby, how're you gonna take my cock if you can't even handle one fucking finger, hm?" He taunts, dragging his finger out and pushing it back in, slow and torturous. His thumb ghosts over your clit, but not touching it just yet, refusing to give you that extra bit of pleasure just yet.
Jason's mouth is back on your skin, biting and sucking at your neck, working his way up to your jaw before licking a stripe along the outer edge of your ear. "I don't know. Maybe it's too much for you." He murmurs into your ear, nipping at your lobe teasingly, his movements halting inside of you. You immediately shake your head, letting out a whine in frustration.
"W-wait, no! Don't stop…" He's got you begging already. Not even for his cock. Oh no, he's got you begging for one finger.
His smirk widens, letting out a hum as his finger begins pumping into you again and you gasp softly in relief. "Feel good? You want another one?"
You manage a shaky nod, letting out a small "Mhmm" amongst soft pants. He tuts disapprovingly, slipping out of you to land a small slap against your clit. You squeal, eyes flying open as you reach out to hold onto his wrist, a weak attempt to stop him from swatting at your sensitive clit again.
He doesn't even flinch, looking down at you sternly. "Words sweetheart. Use them. You think you can take another one?"
You weakly glare up at him, cheeks flushing at how much his commanding was affecting you.
"Yes please." You murmur after a beat, pussy clenching around nothing in anticipation.
Jason almost wants to laugh, biting back a snort at how you're suddenly so obedient. "Good girl. So polite. Is this all it takes to finally make you use your fucking manners?"
You then feel his index fully back in you, his middle finger prodding at your entrance, before slowly pushing into you. "Jas- oh fuck!" The stretch fucking burns, and the thought that it's not even his dick making you fall apart like this is almost humiliating if not for the fact that it felt so good.
"Relax," He mockingly soothes, smirk never leaving his face as he watches your expressions flicker between pain and pleasure. "Gotta get you ready f'me. Can't have you breaking in half when I finally sink my dick into this sweet cunt now, can we?"
He takes his fingers almost all the way out, leaving only the very tip inside before thrusting all the way in. Deeper. Faster. The loud schlick, schlick of your pussy filling the room, every curl of his fingers making you clamp down, wetness dripping down both his wrist and your inner thighs. You're almost thankful he ripped your bottoms off you, because they would've been ruined one way or another.
Your hips buck forwards greedily, needing more. His hand on your stomach is quick to push you back into the wall, pinning you in place with a low growl. "Fuck no. You don't get to use me like a toy. You said you could take it. So fucking take what I give you."
You whine, eyes rolling, head falling back with a thud as you feel his fingers around every inch of your walls. "M-more, nghh— fuck I need more Jason!"
His lips twitch in amusement, drinking in every bit of your pleasure. "My poor baby," he drawls. "You wanna cum that bad? Can't even keep your fucking eyes open."
You can only nod desperately, clutching at the sleeves of his shirt when you feel that coil inside you ready to snap, walls fluttering around the fingers still bullying your poor cunt. He groans at the sensation, his free hand sliding up your shirt, under your bra to tweak your nipple at the same moment his thumb presses into your clit, eliciting a sharp cry from you. "Go on then, cum on my fingers." He murmurs, now pulling at your nipple whilst continuing to rub the inside of your pussy and your clit raw.
A strangled moan escapes your lips, whiny and guttural all at once. Your pussy clamps down on his fingers as wave after hot wave crashes over your body, leaving your thighs shaking in a way that has you struggling to hold yourself. He's quick to notice, freeing your nipple from his grasp as he wraps a strong arm around your waist, holding your trembling body against him.
But he doesn't stop.
His thumb is still circling your clit, softer now, but still enough to have you twitching and sobbing from oversensitivity. "J-jay, h-hahhh — I can't, s'too much!" Your hands try to push him off you, but his grip on you is tight, insistent on wringing every last drop out of your pussy.
Jason only bites down on his bottom lip, trying to ignore the way his cock was twitching in his pants as his fingers keep working you through your orgasm. "You're still squeezing them so tight. You're not done yet, sweetheart." He rasps out, pressing his forehead gently against yours. "Thaaat's it. Keep cumming f'me."
He only lets up when your walls relax around his fingers, fluttering weakly. Your eyes are half lidded, tears pricking at the corners with your mouth parted to let out small hiccuped gasps. Slowly, he eases his fingers out of your drooling cunt, wetness dripping down to his wrist as he presses them lightly against his lips. "Messy girl." He mumbles as he sucks off your slick, eyes never leaving yours as he does so. "Shit, you taste so sweet. Gonna have to taste you properly next time."
Your pussy clenches around air at the sight. You're starting to think you might need to start praying for your survival at this rate.
You feel him shift against you, the tent in his pants brushing against you making you shiver. The sound of a zipper has your gaze falling downwards just in time to see him push down his boxers, the weight of his cock heavy against your thigh. Your eyes instantly widen, breath catching in your throat. Holy shit. He's not only long, he's also thick. The tip is flushed an angry red, already dripping pre-cum as he wraps his hand around it, letting out a relieved hiss as he swipes his thumb over his slit.
"That's not…" You gulp, "…that's not gonna fit." You finish off in a whisper, head snapping up to stare up at him.
He gives himself another slow stroke as he looks down at you, white streak of hair falling over his brows. "Sweetheart," he mutters, voice dripped in amusement, "We're gonna make it fit. Didn't you say you could take all of me? Without complaining?"
Well shit. You did say that.
He swipes his cock teasingly up and down in between your folds, smothering yout slick over his length with every move pulling out a groan from him and a breathless whimper from you. He nudges the head against your entrance, pressing inside ever so slightly, stretching you out around the width - enough for it to start stinging - before he pulls back out. Being the tease that he is, he keeps repeating the motion, for what seemed like hours on your end (it was barely a minute). You're panting, pawing at his chest, needing him to fucking put it in.
The desperation must have been obvious on your face because his hand comes up to brush stray strands of hair off your forehead gently, checking in with a soft "You ready?"
God, you've been ready for him. If the way your arousal had dripped all the way down to your knees was any indication.
"Jay I swear if you don't put your dick inside me right n- OH FUCK!" Your threat is interrupted by a squeal when he finally pushes into you, hands going back to their rightful place on his arms.
He snorts quietly, watching you with barely contained amusement. "Relax, that's just the head- fuck look at you. Twitching like you're about to come just from this."
You shake your head desperately, because what the fuck does he mean, 'just the head'? You felt like you were being split open. "It's- oh fuck — too big Jay-" You sniffle, nails leaving red dents on his pale skin as you clutch to him like a lifeline.
His low, sharp laugh cuts you off as his eyes glint almost cruelly. The hand on your head, reaches back to grab a fistful of your hair, tugging so you looked straight up at him. "What did I tell you earlier?" He purrs, pushing himself further into your entrance, eliciting a choked sob from you. "Don't wanna hear you fucking complaining. You said you could take it. So fucking take it like a good little slut."
Despite his harsh words, he eases every inch into you slowly, almost carefully. The stretch of his cock feels almost endless - your walls being forced open wider and wider with every inch. By the time he's almost all the way in, you're crying into his chest, still clutching at his now red arms from the way your nails have been digging and raking at them.
"H-hahh— s'too much-" You can't help but whimper, sniffling as you feel your pussy stretch in ways you didn't even know were possible.
"Always fuckin' whining hm?" He taunts, shoving the rest of him into you with a particularly rough thrust. Your back arches into his chest, eyes flying open as a sound that can only be described as a shriek rips from your throat, tears blurring your vision. You can feel him everywhere. Cock buried inside your warm pussy. Body wrapped around yours, touching you in any and every way he wanted.
Jason clenches his teeth, eyes squeezing shut as he lets out a relieved groan, forehead falling into the crook of your neck. "Fuck meeee. So fucking tight. Took every inch so well." He emphasises his point with a slow, deep grind of his hips into yours, another whimper slipping out of you.
"Didn't I tell you we'd make it fit, sweetheart?"He murmurs into your neck, tilting his head to look down. "You feel that?" He whispers, hand pressing into the rounded bulge of your stomach, "That's me. All the way up here." He sounds almost fascinated and it would be cute if you weren't currently shaking from his cock just entering you. He presses down harder, making sure you really feel him. Your eyes flutter, head falling forward from feeling so full and his grin sharpens.
"Don't you fucking dare pass out on me before I get to ruin this pretty pussy."
You barely hear him, let alone understand what he said. And before you can make sense of his words, he's pulled out halfway, only to thrust back into you mercilessly. You wail, half in pleasure, half in shock, walls spasming and contract in pure need.
Jason grunts, plunging in and out of you, ripping scream after scream from your poor throat, tears streaming down your cheeks. "Aw, my poor baby." He mocks, thumb swiping gently at a tear. "Are you crying? Go on. Cry on this fat cock."
Your legs are shaking. Shaking too much for you to be able to consciously hold yourself up. Jason doesn't even hesitate; he grips your thighs, lifting you up effortlessly, arms locked around your back, your legs dangling over his forearms, all while keeping you stuffed full. You're helpless in his hold, completely at his mercy.
"Oh my god— Jason!" You squeal, hands clawing at his back for purchase.
"I got you sweetheart, just hold on tight." He grits out, muscles flexing as he lifts you up and down on his cock. It's fucking brutal. Each thrust sending a jolt through your body, his grip and pace unrelenting. You couldn't even try to run away.
Your head lolls forward into his bare shoulder, biting down to muffle yet another scream. When did he even take his shirt off?
He lets out an equally feral groan, burying his face into your neck, "Feel so fucking good. Fucking made to take this dick."
"Uh huh, s-sho good—" You babble out, barely able to form any words, just repeating what he was saying back to him. You feel your arousal drip, drip, dripping down your thighs, coating Jason's own skin with every rut.
He's bouncing you on his cock like a fucking ragdoll, hips snapping up into you erratically. He nudges your head back with his own, letting it fall back against the wall, biting down onto your neck with a snarl when he notices your eyes fluttering shut. "Told you not to fucking pass out on me." He pulls you back down so hard this time, you swear you can feel the head of his cock in your fucking lungs. "You better keep those pretty eyes open, y'hear me? Cos I'm not stopping until I cum inside this drooling cunt."
He moves you ever so slightly, so that your legs were now wrapped around his waist, both of his hands grabbing onto your ass to pull you up and down like a ragdoll. You hate how much you love how easily he manhandles you.
"How are you this fucking tight? Squeezing the life out of my dick- fuck me—" He groans, teeth biting down onto whatever area of skin he hasn't marked yet (which wasn't a lot). He's hammering up into you so hard you don't even have the energy to cry out anymore. You're just gasping and sobbing brokenly on his thick fucking cock. For a minute you think this might be how you die.
He doesn't break his rhythm. Not even for one second. He doesn't give you time to breathe, everytime he plows into you, he knocks the air out of your lungs - your entire body is shaking in his hold, coated in a thin layer of sweat and arousal. Your pussy clamps down impossibly tighter around him, and he knows you're close.
So he doesn't relent.
"Shit, you're close aren't you? Can fucking feel it." He says through clenched teeth, sweat dripping down from his hair and onto his chest.
"Nghh— ah fuck. Gonna c-cum!" You don't know how you even managed to string together those words. You feel every muscle in your body tightening, convulsing as you're finally pushed over the edge.
"That's ittt, such a good fucking girl. Cum for me, sweetheart." He punctuates each word with yet another pump of his hips, your body jerking in his hold as you go limp from your orgasm. "Shit, keep going baby. Milk my fucking dry."
You're gasping, crying and panting all at once into his shoulder, feeling as if you've just had the soul sucked out of you. And yet, he doesn't stop. If anything, his grip on you tightens, bouncing you even more ruthlessly on his length. His pace is more frenzied now as he chases his own high. Your cum is dripping out of you, down onto his cock, and down both of your legs.
"So fucking close, I'm about to h-hah— lose my fucking mind" He pants out, rutting up into frantically, almost using you like a toy. "Gonna fill you up. You want it baby? Want my cum filling up that tight little pussy?"
You nod desperately into his shoulder, nails grazing across his back, leaving trails of red as your pussy clenches around him just at the thought of him cumming inside you. "P-please" You all but whimper out.
That one word is all it takes for him to let go. His warm load shoots deep inside you, filling you up to the fucking brim. "Yeah, f-fucking take it." You feel his cock twitch inside you, his forehead pressed into your neck as he huffs, grinding out the last waves of his orgasm, wanting every single drop inside you.
He doesn't let you go, doesn't even pull out - just lifts his head up from your shoulder, gently nudging at your jaw with his nose. "Look at you, fucking brat. All fucked out, sobbing and clinging to me." He mumbles teasingly. You can only let out a huff in response.
"Did so good for me." He whispers, softer this time. "My good girl, hm?"
You've managed to calm your sobs into quiet little hiccups, still overwhelmed by everything. Not only is he still inside you, but he also filled you up with his cum. It's safe to say, you don't think you'll be able to form words at the moment.
He lets out a low chuckle, bringing a hand up to cup the back of your head, holding you to his shoulder, peppering soft soothing kisses along your shoulder.
"Still think I'm small, sweetheart?"
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jason todd, who moans like a pornstar. first they're raspy and deep, the kind you'd expect from a burly man who drives a motorcycle. but as he gets closer to the sweet taste of release, the noises become pitchy, almost whining. he's embarrassed by how easy he sounds; the way a well placed nip of your teeth can pull a broken, whiny noise from the man's throat, no matter the length he goes to hide it.
jason todd, who can't shut the fuck up when he's inside you. it's like his brain shuts down; he's unable to stop himself from saying "you look so pretty like this, ma," when he's folding you in half, his lips between his teeth like it'll keep the sound of low, broken whimpers from leaving his throat. it never does.
jason todd, who underestimated how much he'd end up liking the feeling of your hands wrapped around his neck, just barely providing a hint of pressure. something about it just makes his mind feel fuzzy with pleasure, like nothing matters but the feeling of your fingers on his skin and the feeling of being inside you.
jason todd, who wants you to smack him around a little during sex. you're riding him, hips slamming down over his in a sweet rhythm. yet it's not enough; he's perilously close to the edge, but jason just needs... needs... "hit me," he babbles from beneath you, his brows furrowed in flustered frustration, "hit me, ma."
your hips stutter as you cock your head, murmuring a low, "what?"
"hit me, i... i need--" he groans in quiet frustration, "smack me, baby, please."
and ever one to please, you do.
the moan jason lets out is sinful. its a broken, needy thing; the kind of sound you want to keep for yourself alone, like a treasured secret.
content.ᐟ 18+, sadism/masochism, sub!jason todd, dryhumping, lil crying, praise, degradation, cums in his boxers, swearing, pets names (baby, good boy)
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jason is being a fucking prick.
he's sprawled on the couch in your shared apartment, looking entirely too comfortable for someone who just spent the last hour testing every single one of your nerves. you've been trying to get him to actually rest, to let you clean the grime and the blood off his skin from patrol, but he's been nothing but stubborn. he's giving you one word answers and that lopsided, annoying smirk that makes you want to slap him. you're sitting next to him, and he's deliberately squirming, making your job harder.
"jason, for the last time, just sit still so I can finish," you mutter, your fingers trembling slightly as you hold the antiseptic cloth to a particularly nasty scrape on his ribs.
he lets out a hutt of a laugh, leaning back on the cushions to watch you work, his eyes hooded and teasing. "You're so bossy," he draws out, his voice raspy. he deliberately shifts his weight, making it harder for you to reach him, just to watch your jaw tighten. "maybe if you weren't so high strung, you'd actually enjoy this".
it's like he's hunting for a reaction. the sick fuck gets off on it, the arguing.
"jesus christ, jason," you mutter, pinching the bridge of your nose. You close your eyes, taking a deep, stabilizing breath in a desperate effort not to blow up on him. "just. be. still." you say through gritted teeth, anger bubbling up in your chest.
that smirk you hate so much doesn't leave his face. he loves the way you're looking at him like he's a problem that needs solving. "what if I don't?" he challenges. he's already chubbing up in his pants, the annoyance rolling off of you is like an aphrodisiac for him.
you're done with him being a brat, the way he's been poking and prodding at your patience for the last hour just to see when you'll snap. It's working, obviously. without thinking, your arm comes up and your hand connects with his cheek.
it was a bit harder than you meant it to be, the crack of the slap echoes off the walls. his head whips to the side. for a second, there's nothing but the sound of your own heavy breathing.
he slowly brings a hand up to touch the reddening skin, his fingers grazing the spot you hit, almost like he's savoring it. you start to apologize, but the words die in your throat when he finally looks up at you.
his eyes are half-lidded, and his lips are parted as he breathes heavy. "fuck," he mutters, almost pathetically. without even trying to hide it, his hand drops down to cup and palm at himself through his pants. he never breaks eye contact.
and the annoyance is right back. "seriously, jay?" you stand up, crossing your arms over your chest, staring at him in disbelief. though, you're not actually that surprised. "you're really getting off on this?"
he rasps a small, "mmm", not caring to agree or disagree. he reaches out, his large hands wrapping around your wrist with a desperate, clumsy grasp, and he pulls you downward.
the slap was really all he needed, he was acting like a dick so you would give him what he wants.
he pulls you next to him, already starting to paw at your tits through your shirt, nuzzling up to you like a needy puppy.
"oh my god," you scoff, looking down at him. he’s a mess, hair mussed, cheek flushed a deep red from your hand, eyes glazed and unfocused. he looks less like red hood and more like a starving animal. "so much for the big, tough vigilante. all i did was slap you"
a low whine vibrates in his throat at the insult. he doesn't even fight the words, his forehead dropping to rest against your shoulder. he's sooo quick to position his crotch to touch your thigh. he starts to move, frantically humping against your leg, his hands gripping at your hips.
you can't help but roll your eyes at his needy mewling. "is that what you want, jay? to be humiliated?" you reach down to grip his chin, forcing him to look up at you while he continues to grind his clothed cock into your thigh.
"please," he chokes out, his hips jerking upward in a desperate, uncoordinated motion. He’s panting now, his face warm and already starting to sweat. you think he must've been really pent up to be this hot and bothered from just humping your leg. "please, baby... just... let me..."
his movements are becoming faster, more uncoordinated as he tries to find some kind of release. he looks up at you, his eyes pleading for you to finally give him what he’s been begging for.
"look at you," you murmur, your fingers digging into his chin to keep his eyes locked on yours. "acting like a dog just because you got a little sting on your cheek. you're so pathetic, jason."
that almost makes him cum, he lives for you degrading him, as long as you let him touch you.
"yeah... yeah, I am," he rasps, his voice completely stripped of its usual confidence. he sounds small, he sounds desperate. "just... please. don't stop. don't stop looking at me like that."
he’s so close, his breath coming in short, jagged gasps that make your cunt clench around nothing, despite your amusement at how stupid he looks.
"please, baby," he chokes out, his eyes blowing wide as he nears the edge. he’s completely at your mercy, a mess of heat and need. "let me cum. just- just let me cum for you. please."
you watch him for a second longer, enjoying the way he's begging for your attention, before you finally give in. you slide your hand down from his chin, letting your palm press firmly against his bulge, adding just enough pressure to drive him over the edge.
jason lets out a sound that is entirely too loud for the quiet apartment a high, a keening noise that sounds almost like a sob, making your palm fly up to cover his mouth. the tears that were brimming his eyes the whole time he was rutting against you fall down his flushed cheeks.
his whole body jolts, his hips slamming hard against your thigh in one final, desperate thrust. his eyes squeeze shut, splurting globs of his warm release in his boxers.
his breath is uneven as he slumps against you entirely, he's far too heavy sitting on top of you, wanting you to wrap your arms around him and tell him he did good. you let your palm fall from his mouth.
"there you go," you murmur, your voice softening just a fraction as you finally run your fingers through his messy hair. "such a good boy."
he lets out a long, shaky exhale against your skin at the praise, but that relief turns into a sort of panic when you deliberately grind your hips up against his, pressing into the damp, heavy heat of him.
"b-baby," he stutters, his eyes wide and a little glazed as he looks down at the dark, wet patch blooming on his pants. "m'sensitive..." he murmurs sheepishly.
"mhm..." you grin, not feeling even a little bit of sympathy. "maybe you should've thought about that before acting the way you did," you retort, grinding your hips against his again, making his breath hitch, an involuntary whimper slipping from his pretty lips.
You had always had a talent for distracting Jason at the worst possible times. Tonight, it was no different. You were perched on the edge of his couch, legs crossed, lips glossed to perfection, and hair bouncing just right as you giggled at some completely nonsensical joke you’d just told.
Jason leaned against the wall, arms crossed, watching you. “You know, you’re impossible,” he muttered, shaking his head.
You tilted your head, batting your lashes. “Am I though? I mean… I just like making you notice me.”
He let out a low growl, pushing off the wall. “Notice you? Babe, you’re distracting me on purpose. I have stuff to do.”
“Oh, Jason,” you cooed, standing and swaying closer to him. “You’re just saying that because you like it when I distract you.”
Before he could respond, you pressed yourself against him, hips bumping, hands sliding over his chest. Jason groaned, catching your waist, and pulled you flush against him. “You’re lucky you’re cute,” he hissed.
Cute wasn’t even the word. You were a walking, giggling, teasing storm, and Jason knew it. Your lips brushed his jawline, teasing, lips pouted just enough. He grabbed your hair lightly, tilting your head back, and kissed you hard — tongue deep, hands roaming over your curves.
“Jason!” you moaned against his mouth, your hands tugging at his jacket. “I’ve been thinking about you all day…”
He smirked, teeth grazing your earlobe. “I can tell.” His hands moved lower, pressing against the curve of your ass, lifting slightly. You gasped, legs wrapping around him instinctively.
The kiss broke only for a second as he murmured, “You’re so fucking tempting.” He didn’t wait for permission, sliding you down onto the couch with a controlled force. You squealed in response.
Jason’s hands were everywhere — sliding up your thighs, tracing your hips, exploring with a dominance that made your knees weak. You bit your lip, your voice small but needy, “Jason… please…”
“Please what, doll?” he murmured, his forehead resting against yours. “You know I don’t like to hear you beg unless I’m giving you a reason.”
That reason came immediately as his lips found yours again, harder, and rougher this time. His hands lifted your shirt with ease, pulling your bra down in one swift motion. You arched into him, nipples brushing against his chest as he groaned low in his throat.
“Oh, baby,” you whispered breathlessly, running your hands down his torso. “I… I want you.”
Jason’s grin was dark. “You’re gonna get me, but you’re gonna take it like a good girl.” He slid a hand between your legs, fingers pressing just right, making you shiver. “God, you’re so wet already.”
You gasped, nails digging into his shoulders as he teased, stroked, and explored, lips trailing down your neck and collarbone. “Jason, please… I need you!”
He chuckled against your skin. “Oh, you will. You just wait.”
And then he was on top of you, his weight grounding you, hands gripping your hips as he positioned himself. Your breath caught, heart pounding as he slowly entered you, groaning at how tight you were. “Fuck, you feel amazing,” he muttered, thrusting slowly at first, giving you a moment to adjust.
Your hands tangled in his hair, pulling him closer. “Faster, Jason… please!” you begged, hips moving to meet him, moaning loudly as he obeyed, thrusting harder, faster. The couch creaked beneath you, every motion raw, intimate, and heated.
“You’re such a needy little thing,” he growled, his lips brushing yours in between thrusts. “I’ve been wanting this all day.”
You whined, rolling your hips against him, nails tracing down his back. “Then stop teasing me and just—fuck me, Jason!”
He obeyed, one hand gripping your throat lightly, the other keeping your hips flush with his. The room was filled with your gasps, and moans, and his low, guttural groans.
And when the release finally hit you, you clutched him tight, screaming his name as your body trembled. Jason followed, groaning into your neck, letting himself go as he collapsed beside you, chest heaving, lips pressed against yours in a final, tender, and messy kiss.
You giggled breathlessly, nuzzling his chest. “See? Distracting you works every time.”
He smirked, kissing the top of your head. “Yeah… yeah, it does. You’re lucky you’re cute.”
You were still panting against his chest, chest heaving and hair stuck to your flushed skin, when Jason pulled back just enough to look at you. His dark eyes glinted with mischief.
“You really think that’s gonna be enough?” he asked, voice low and teasing.
You blinked up at him, mouth slightly open, lips glistening. “Um… well… I mean… I thought… maybe…” You trailed off, tilting your head in that exaggerated way you knew drove him crazy.
Jason groaned, tugging you up to straddle him this time. “Doll, stop thinking so much."
You giggled, brushing your hands over his shoulders before leaning down to kiss him, slow and teasing, letting your tongue swirl against his. Jason’s hands gripped your thighs firmly, lifting you slightly with each movement, controlling the pace, making you moan into his mouth.
“God, you’re so hot when you act all innocent,” he muttered, his lips brushing your ear. “Like you don’t know exactly what you do to me.”
You pouted, pretending to be confused. “I-I don’t know what you mean… I’m just… sitting here… um… looking pretty?”
Jason laughed, a low, throaty sound, before biting down gently on your neck. “Pretty? Baby, you’re driving me insane.” He pressed deeper into you, and you gasped loudly, nails scratching his chest as he began moving with slow thrusts.
“Oh! Jason! That… that feels… mmm…” Your voice was high-pitched and breathless, each word punctuated with little squeaks and moans. You loved how he made you feel — completely taken, and adored.
“God, you’re so wet for me,” he whispered, gripping your hips to pull you down on him, faster now. “I’ve wanted this all day, thought about you like this—” He groaned, biting his lip, “—like a naughty little tease.”
You giggled between gasps, leaning down to kiss his jaw, whispering, “I… I’m not a tease! I just… um… I like… making you happy…”
Jason smirked, shaking his head. “You’re definitely making me happy, doll. But… now it’s my turn.”
With a low growl, he shifted his hips, driving into you harder, the pace relentless. You squealed, bouncing lightly on him, hands tangled in his hair. “Jason! Oh my god, yes!”
He grabbed your waist, holding you firmly, lips crashing into yours as he murmured, “Ride me, baby. Show me how much you want it.”
Your hands clutched his shoulders as you moved against him, grinding down, hips rolling, moaning his name with every thrust. You were dizzy, lost in sensation, hair falling in wild strands around your face as Jason’s hands explored.
“Oh! Jason! I… I’m gonna—gonna—!”
“Yeah? Let go, doll. Let go for me,” he growled, biting your shoulder lightly as he thrust deeper, each movement driving you closer. “That’s it… just like that…”
When your release finally hit, your body trembled violently around him, nails digging into his back, hair falling in sweaty tangles around your face. Jason groaned low in his throat, following you moments later, holding you tight as he collapsed onto the couch with you draped over him.
You rested your head against his chest, giggling breathlessly. “See? I told you… I just… make you happy…”
Jason kissed the top of your head, smirking against your hair. “Yeah, doll… you’re really good at that. But don’t think you’re done… I’m not finished with you yet.”
You giggled, tilting your head up. “Oh… um… okay! I… I can do more… if you… want me to…”
Jason’s smirk widened, dark and mischievous. “Oh, I do… I definitely do.”
the only sounds in the quiet safe room are the rubbing of denim and the needy whimpers and incoherent blabbers slipping from jason's lips.
"shit- s'good, soooo good" he says, throwing his head back when he feels you pick up your pace grinding against his painfully hard clothed cock. he's trying his best not to cum, trying his best to be a good boy.
your lips curl into a grin, the sight of him sitting under you, flushed face, glazed-over eyes brimming with tears, and so completely willing just for you sure is an ego booster.
"yeah? you like that?" you coo at him, running your fingers through his slightly damp hair. "bet you've been thinking about this all week..." you tease him, that cruel smirk still playing at your face. of course, he doesn't mind you teasing him.
he nods frantically, anything to agree with you, anything to please you. "yeah! fuuuck- i'm so close, baby" he whines, his hands taking place on your hips, assisting your movements against his.
"jason! no, hands off!" you snap at him, causing his hands to retreat back to the bedsheets just as quickly as he starts apologizing. "m'sorry," he shakes his head, a fat tear falling down his cheek. "m'so sorry baby- i- you just- you feel really really good" he rambles, "been thinking bout' you a lot" he nods, looking up at you to gauge your reaction to his words, making sure you're not too mad at him.
"i know, jay" you reply, not impressed by his apologies. nevertheless, you kiss his forehead and grind down harder on his bulge, earning a panicked whimper from him.
"wait! waitwaitwait m'gna cum- don't do tha-" he's cut off by you kissing him, all teeth and tongue. he moans into the kiss, not embarrassed in the slightest.
you pull back, panting for air. his lips are kiss swollen and pink, and he's looking up at you with pure love, his pupils blown out. "please lemme cum," he begs, nuzzling his cheek against your chest like a puppy. "i've been real good..." he sounds like he's telling himself that more than he's telling you.
your hands rub up and down his chest soothingly, "mhm... i know baby," you purr, "let me know how bad you wanna cum, sweet boy" and you know he's not one to shy away from begging, he'd literally do anything for you.
"i want it so bad- i-" more tears run down his face, evidence of his restraint. "i've been so good, haven't touched you- and- and- i've been a good boy" he breathes out, trying not to focus on the sensation of your hands rubbing up and down his arms, his eyelids fluttering.
he looks pathetic. only you have seen this side of him, all whiny and pussy-whipped, sucking up to you so he can bust a nut.
you nod, "cum for me, jay... you've earned it.." you give him the permission he's been aching for, and he doesn't wait.
he immediately lets out a high-pitched, needy moan of your name, his hands abandoning the bed and flying to your waist to ground himself. he pulses as he splurts hot globs of cum into his boxers, his hips bucking up to your warmth desperately.
you let him ride out his orgasm, blabbering thank you's and hugging you to his chest. you move strands of his hair away from his sweaty forehead, and he looks up at you. "can i make you feel good now?" he asks with those big glossy puppy dog eyes. how could you say no?
Explicit Sexual Content, Canon Typical Violence, Trauma, Panic Attacks, PTSD and Death mentions.
Jason Todd who physically tried to take up less space when you met for the first time so you weren’t scared of him, a big, scarred, intimidating looking man.
Jason Todd who desperately needed the intimacy of loving you to heal broken parts of him more than he even knew.
Jason Todd who was scared of physical touch after his violent death (not counting beating assholes up) so it takes him some time to get used to the idea of being physically intimate on any level, the trust he needed to have was high.
Jason Todd who was reluctant to let himself have a good thing at the beginning because he’s scared you’ll get hurt or he’ll fuck it up.
Jason Todd who shows up at your apartment more and more frequently, till you start to expect him every day or night.
Jason Todd who ended up quickly becoming infatuated with you so badly it scared him.
Jason Todd who slowly, finally stopped waiting for the other shoe to drop, and let’s himself enjoy you.
Jason Todd who once he finally got comfortable with you, after slowly bringing down his walls, was the clingiest, sweetest, most doting, funny boyfriend.
Jason Todd who brings you burgers and chocolate when he can just tell you’ve had a bad day. You don’t even have to say anything and he’s already working to make you smile again.
Jason Todd who says the snarkiest, most sarcastic things you’ve heard in your life so unexpectedly it makes you snort with laughter in surprise.
Jason Todd who told you about being Red Hood pretty quickly because how is he supposed to explain the J shaped scar on his face, or the frequent bruises, bullet holes, stab wounds and broken bones he receives.
Jason Todd who never strays too far away from your apartment when he’s on patrol, just in case.
Jason Todd who absolutely is lurking in the shadows as you walk home from drinks with your girl friends. Like fuck is he letting you walk through Gotham alone, ever if it was up to him. You know he’s there, you can’t see him but you know.
Jason Todd who slowly stops shrinking in on himself when you realised how much you thoroughly enjoy his muscles and large size, and he ends up loving the way you swoon when he uses it to lift you up.
Jason Todd who’s the cockiest you’ve ever seen him when it comes to his appearance when you tell him he’s actually bigger and beefier than Bruce now.
Jason Todd who everyone expects to be mean in bed, but the idea of hurting you makes him feel physically sick.
Jason Todd who kept the lights off or his shirt on months into the relationship after you started fucking so you don’t see his weird scars.
Jason Todd who did tell you about his death once you knew he was Red Hood but it’s one thing hearing it and another seeing the evidence.
Jason Todd who tears up a little when you kiss his scars instead of being disgusted by the autopsy marks like he expected. Even if he jokes about it, they make him insecure.
Jason Todd who has an absolutely no bondage or restraints rule. Especially on him. He trusts you more than anyone, but you both know he’d just end up having a panic attack.
Jason Todd who finally got so comfortable around you, that he became insatiable. His hands were constantly on your body in one way or another, long in the past was his reluctance to be touched, or the idea you being unwanting of his touch. If you weren’t in physical contact, he felt wrong.
Jason Todd who very quickly realised that he might be very much touch starved when the dam is broken, and now he associates hands on his body with you.
Jason Todd who completely wraps himself around you at night now, like you’re the only thing keeping him tethered to this reality, burying his face in your neck to keep his nightmares at bay.
Jason Todd who slowly starts to get confident with you in your relationship. He’s flirting with you constantly, whispering dirty things in your ear just to watch you blush. He’s seen your reactions to him and he loves them.
Jason Todd who fucks you good. The love and care behind his actions wrecks you every time. He doesn’t want to hurt you, the idea of any harm coming to you makes his stomach churn, which means he’s not going to spank you, or choke you, or anything like that, but that doesn’t mean he can’t give you a good pounding.
Jason Todd who doesn’t need all that other stuff to make you feel amazing anyway. The size of him alone, in every aspect, is enough to make you lose your mind when he fucks you.
Jason Todd who learns your body like it’s a mission. He’s got making you come down to a fine art.
Jason Todd who immediately clocked your reaction after seeing a clip of him on the news as Red Hood, watching your thighs rub together subtly.
Jason Todd who starts to call you from his helmet when he’s out, because he knows it turns you on to hear him all gruff and breathless, beating the shit out of bad people. It’s also because he misses you.
Jason Todd who fulfils your fantasy by fucking you in the helmet, but he’s just as sweet and careful with you as usual, the juxtaposition of his vigilante look and his actions making it even hotter.
Jason Todd who not so secretly loves when you shower him with affection, love and praise in bed, especially when you’re riding him. He’d deny any of the sounds he makes for you.
Jason Todd who whined so pretty when you called him your good boy for the first time, unlocking something he didn’t even really know was there.
Jason Todd who loves that your life together is so full of affection and trust for each-other. You’re the only one he feels safe with, can let his guard down around. You’ve helped heal him in ways he didn’t think were possible.
Jason Todd who is absolutely and unequivocally devoted to you, he can’t survive without you in his life.
This was supposed to be a quick little ramble whoops. This was kind of a mishmash of all the Jason’s. I’ve never written one of these before so I hope it’s okay, I’m writing this instead of sleeping lmao.
Ak! Jason who fucks your throat whenever you talk back too much to him.
You were a fucking brat, always giving him some type of smart ass remark knowing he wasn't one to be disrespected. Even though you were "immune" to this rule he still had his limits. Giving a slick comment to him in front of his men got your hair wrapped around his hand and dragged to another room. Pushing him when he was upset was never a good idea, but now he was beyond just mad.
Jason had you sat in front of him, collar on your throat, just tight enough where he could barely slip a finger under it. Tears were filling your eyes, begging to pour out with every harsh thrust. Drool covered your lips, any makeup you had on now smudged.
"Don't start that crying shit now. Y' know the damn rules. Wanna act like you're stupid? Then I'm gonna make sure you remember your god damn manners."
Every time you tried to pull back you were just pushed back down. His dick bobbed along your tongue, heavy and thick. The furiousness of his thrust matched just how pissed off you made him with your little act. Your knees began to ache, thighs burning from being forced to sit up. With each act of trying to hold his thighs you were only met with a slap to the cheek.
"Breathe through your nose, because I'm not letting up."
masochist!jason todd, who isn't afraid to ask you to hit him during sex
"baby- just, just slap me a little, you know ya' won't hurt me, angel"
"w-what?" you ask breathily, eyebrows furrowed in concern at his request, but the bounce of your hips on his cock never falters.
masochist!jason todd, who takes your hand in his, pressing it on his flushed cheek, urging you to rough him up a bit, no matter your confusion
masochist!jason todd, who moans whorishly once he finally convinces you and feels that satisfying sharp sting on his skin, the sensation going straight to his dick
"fuck! yeah ma, shit- do that again,"
masochist!jason todd, who can't shut the fuck up when you're hurting him, blabbering small thank you's and compliments as you choke him until his brain goes all fuzzy
masochist!jason todd, who lets you smack him and choke him for multiple rounds until his skin is a deep angry red and he's dizzy
masochist!jason todd, who leaves the bedroom with painful scratches, bites, and bruises littered all over his body
The mere thought of the sound of the sea or hiking up a mountain was the only thing keeping you alive during finals week. After all, you had quickly learned that the main attraction in Gotham was the idiots who chose this city for an exchange program.
That included you.
Being a foreigner was hard enough, but being a foreigner in Gotham required a special type of survival instinct. If you really wanted to escape for the summer, you needed money. And to get money, you had to work.
The universe seemed to be on your team (or so you thought) when you found a flyer looking for a cashier at Batburger. Why not? you reasoned. Serving cold fries and taking orders with names such as "Robin Nuggets" while dressed in whatever ridiculous corporate costume they forced you into didn’t sound too terrible.
The ease with which you got the job should have been your very first warning.
When the manager handed you your schedule, your blood ran cold. You were assigned the graveyard shift: 11:00 PM to 5:00 AM. The toughest, most dangerous hours in the city.
At least you didn’t have to wear the stupid Batman ears.
That was your life for a few weeks. Frequented more by low-lifes than actual customers, you got so used to looking down the barrel of a Glock that the cold metal stopped making you flinch. You watched local shops get robbed through the grease stained windows, and eventually, you learned the patrol schedule of a certain red-helmeted vigilante who visited you far too often.
Tonight was no exception.
The patties for the two Batburger Deluxes he always ordered were already sizzling on the grill when the bell above the door chimed. Your face remained a mask of pure boredom as two teenagers pointed a shaky gun straight at your chest.
“Give me the money,” the tallest one said, his voice dropping an octave in a pathetic attempt to sound older.
“What money? I haven’t sold a single thing today,” you sighed, leaning your weight against the counter. The fatigue in your bones was heavier than the threat of their gun.
“You can’t fool us! The money. Now!” the chubbier one barked.
You opened your mouth to tell them to get lost, but a deep, rough voice cut through the heavy air from the entrance.
“You heard her. She said she doesn’t have any.”
Your eyes drifted. There he was. Your most loyal, unhinged customer: Red Hood.
He was leaning against the doorframe, posture loose and almost playful. He took two slow steps toward the kids. He didn't even draw a weapon, but his massive silhouette was enough to make the air in the room turn freezing.
The two boys bolted, stumbling over their own feet as they fled into the night. No blood. No bullets. Just the terrifying weight of his presence.
The vigilante turned his helmet toward you. You could practically hear the smug, self satisfied grin hidden beneath the red helmet.
“So… um, two Batburgers De—”
“Deluxe. Yeah, they’re already on the grill,” you interrupted, a small smirk tugging at your lips.
He nodded, taking a clumsy step back. “Thank you… by the way.”
You watched him walk over to a corner booth. Before he slid onto the plastic seat, he yanked the red helmet off. He was attractive—or so you thought. You had seen his face before, but the black domino mask still clung to his skin, hiding the secrets in his eyes.
When the food was ready, you placed the tray on the counter. He was already there, waiting.
Tucking his heavy tactical gloves into his belt, he began applying condiments with a terrifying, almost surgical precision. Not too much, not too little. Just perfectly aligned lines of mustard. God, the Bat-kids are so weird.
You leaned over the counter, arms crossed. “Do you want a drink?”
You saw his sharp jaw clench. He swallowed hard, his posture instantly stiffening. “Uhh… a milkshake.”
He seemed… shy? The sudden shift in the air was dizzying.
“What flavor?”
“Ch—Strawberry! Yeah.” He cleared his throat violently, shrugging his broad shoulders as if it were the most natural choice for a lethal crimefighter at three in the morning.
But it wasn't. What was obvious was how hard he was trying to claw back the "big, bad vigilante" persona he had just used to scare those kids away.
A strawberry milkshake. At 3:00 AM. You wondered if this man had ever experienced a normal day in his life.
When you returned with the cup, he was already tearing through the second burger. He almost choked when you set the drink down, eating with the desperate, animalistic hunger of someone who forgot to be human. He muttered a quick thanks and slurped the straw like a man dying of thirst in a desert.
That was when it hit you. This was the first time he had actually stayed to eat inside. Usually, he took his greasy bags and disappeared into the shadows.
The heavy silence of the restaurant was broken only by the aggressive sound of his straw hitting the bottom of the cup and the loud crinkling of paper wrapper. Instead of hiding in the kitchen, a sudden wave of bravery hit you.
“So… rough night?”
The moment the words left your mouth, he snapped completely straight, his shoulders locking up. Why did your good ideas always turn into disasters?
He finished his food in silence. You slid the receipt toward him, taking his trash to toss it into the back bin. When you returned, the cash was on the counter along with a ridiculously generous tip.
Jason was leaning heavily on one elbow, waiting. He cleared his throat again, louder than necessary. As your fingers brushed the cash, he finally spoke.
“So… the Hood is, um… Red.”
His voice actually cracked at the end. Your brain stalled. Was he… trying to flirt with you?
You blinked once. Twice. Looking at him with sheer, unadulterated bewilderment.
A sudden, tight tension climbed up his neck, his jaw hardening as his ears turned a sharp shade of red. He immediately dropped his gaze to the floor.
Damn it. You were actually starting to feel bad for Gotham's most feared protector.
“It’s hard to call a night rough,” he scrambled, his words tumbling out in a panicked rush as he tried to fix the tension. “You asked if I had a rough night, but I get shot almost every night. It’s pretty normal for me. I barely flinch, actually... You wanna try shooting me?”
Your eyebrows knitted together in utter disbelief. What the hell was wrong with him?
“No, I meant…don’t shoot people.”He shook his head furiously, his large hands waving in the air between you.
“Yeah. Right. No shooting people. Noted.”A soft, genuine chuckle escaped your throat.
Hearing you laugh made his entire frame relax. The rigid, defensive armor he carried seemed to melt away, leaving just a tired guy in a diner. He picked up his helmet, but before sliding it over his head, those masked eyes locked onto yours.
“Am I your last customer?”
“You were the only one today, actually,” you said. Then, catching the unspoken weight behind his question, you added, “My shift ends in thirty minutes.”
He nodded, the red fiberglass clicking into place. He stared at you in dead silence for a good, agonizing twenty seconds before he turned on his heel and walked out.
You couldn't tell if it was creepy or just incredibly endearing, but at least he hadn't offered you a gun again.
Thirty minutes later, you locked up the restaurant. The night air was crisp, and your body was already softening at the thought of your warm mattress.
Yet, as you unlocked your car, you couldn’t shake the feeling of being watched. You glanced up.
High above the streetlights, perched on the edge of a brick rooftop, a tall silhouette was cut against the moon. A faint red gleam reflected in the dark. When you blinked and looked again, the roof was empty. Only the wind remained.
You smiled to yourself, turning the key in the ignition. At least you knew you were going to make it home safe.
