Stuck with Me : Jason Todd
A/N: This is one of my longest works but I’m happy with it. Let me preface that he’s not a cheater. It’s a rollercoaster of a ride so buckle up!
Synopsis: Even after your breakup with Jason, he’d been showing up at your apartment every night without fail. When a heated confrontation turned physical, things revealed to be more complicated than you’d ever expected.
CW: mdni, nsfw content, mean!jason, dom!jason, toxic dynamic, dirty-talk, slight degradation, kissing, fingering, vaginal penetration, raw sex, cream-pie
"Jason, get the fuck out."
It was quarter past ten and you'd just returned from your fifth date of the month. Since your recent breakup with Jason due to him being found in a compromising position with an ex-girlfriend of his, you'd been determined to erase him completely from your mind.
You started off by eradicating traces of his presence- the sheets that stained of his cologne, the photos on the wall, and the dumb napkin you kept from your first date.
The only exception was an oversized sweatshirt that you still occasionally wore to sleep. It was comfortable, you told yourself, that that was the reason you kept it. Yet the sight of it in the back of your dresser made you feel a little pathetic every time you glimpsed at it. Guilty. One more wear and you'd toss it out. Just one last wear.
However, it was all easier said than done. And moving on was certainly made harder by the fact that the bastard showed himself in your apartment every night without fail.
At first, you allowed it. You’d thought Jason was only back to collect his belongings, so you watched with spiteful eyes and commanded him to take back everything— his gifts, his clothes, and his damn Red Hood suit. Then, as soon as he was done, you ordered him to leave and to never return again.
The second time Jason appeared, he had just finished patrol. His bloodied suit had been stripped on the ground and his chest was heaving with a terrible gash across his skin. "Help?" he'd asked from his form on the couch. And despite gripping clenched fists and with gritted teeth, you'd reluctantly cleaned him up before sending him out. Again.
On the third time that he’d entered, you made sure to confiscate his set of keys. To your surprise, Jason complied without a fight but he wore a wordless smirk on his face. You hadn't known the meaning of it until he somehow re-emerged a fourth time. Then fifth. Then sixth. It was as if "we're done, I never want to see your fucking face again" meant nothing, and he'd never left.
After work, you knew what awaited you at home. And oh, the terrible, stupid, painful ache you felt in your chest as you would find him on your couch, your dining table, then sitting by your bed. Utterly disrespectful, disregarding your feelings, re-tainting your space with the same memories you tried to destroy and burn into ash.
You hated him. You hated him so much because not only had he broken your heart, he had stolen it. Jason had left a vacant space. A space you desperately tried to fill by going out on dates with eligible bachelors at every possible moment.
There was no denying you were an attractive woman. Smart, educated, beautiful, sweet, young, and charming. You had a bundle of successful men lined up one after another after Jason's loss. Doctors, business-owners, models, actors, engineers, and even a few multimillionaires. You’d forced yourself to give them a chance but with every passing date, the knit in your stomach coiled tighter. You knew deep inside you could never move on from the rugged, scoundrel vigilante with scars for days. You hated that most of all.
Tonight's contestant was a bar owner. Older, built, not a bad-looking guy. Of course, he'd brought you to his establishment and seated you in his private, most lavish room reserved for only the top, VIP guests. He fed you delicious food— some wine-stewed venison— and the drink in your glass never once emptied. Throughout the dinner, he complimented you, talked about himself, and asked questions about your life and profession. Seriously, there was nothing wrong with him. A perfect gentleman. Yet you still found yourself making up vague excuses to leave early. Why? You didn’t know.
The door clicked close as you flickered on the lights. You needn't see him to know it was him. It was routine at this point. This time, Jason was sitting on your reading chair. His helmet had been strewn onto your coffee table and he looked just as out of place among the soft-pink cushions as ever. You felt your cheeks grew hot at the sight of him. Out of anger, you told yourself.
"Get out. Now." Your teeth grinded with the effort it took you not to scream and thrash at him.
Jason only stood up, approaching with lazed but sure steps as he cocked a brow. Instantly, you feel irritated and bothered. Jamming a manicure finger into his toned chest, attempting to press hard, to make him hurt, you glared, "I told you to never come back again. Why won't you fucking listen? I don't want you in my apartment, Jason! We are over!"
He didn't even attempt to move you. Instead, Jason stepped closer until you felt the warmth of his skin radiating through his shirt and tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear. You slapped his hand away. "Leave," you growled, but it sounded weak even to your own ears.
Jason’s laugh dripped with condescension. "Why? So your rich playdate can come in? I promise I won't bloody him too much." Jason tilted his head a little, gaze dropping to your lips before they met your eyes with a small sneer. Then he looked past your head, voice laced with challenge. "Speaking of, where is he? Or…” he dragged, “maybe you lied and there was no date. Pity. You look so good."
Jason's hand snaked out to hold your hips, and you fought to ignore how nice they felt or how they reminded you of the sinful things they were capable of doing.
“None of that concerns you,” you spat in retort, full of malice. "Why, you jealous?" It was just a light taunt but secretly, you might've wished that he was. It would make you feel a little bit better if that were the case.
"You could never replace me or find someone better." Jason replied without missing a beat, but now, any semblance of a grin had been wiped off his face.
"Don't flatter yourself. Anyone is better than you."
At that, he barked out a dry chuckle, and his thumb caressed your hip in a way that he wasn't even aware of doing. "You think that you’re so tough because you act it. You pretend that you're over me, yet you still sleep in my clothes."
The red, hot rage that replaced your previous bitterness was evident. Crimson coloured your cheeks and Jason seemed to grow amused again.
“What? You thought I didn’t know?”
You scoffed incredulously. Just as you thought he couldn't be any more of a shameless hound. "You snooped through my things?"
"Mine, actually. And I didn't need to, it was just sitting on your chair."
"You're actually fucking unbelievable."
You attempted to push him away then, finally riled up.
How dare he accuse you of these things?! Who did he think he was? Of course you had moved on! That's why you were able to go on all those dates.
Your chest rose and fell with the exasperated amount of fury, agitation, disbelief, but most importantly, the hurt that you felt. It was written all over your face but you no longer cared. The words on your tongue tasted like acid, metallic and bitter as you spewed them.
"I don't know how I ever loved you."
With the eight words that fell came a heavy silence that suddenly rang through the room. You could see the very moment that Jason's eyes darkened, his fist clenched, and all traces of amusement or mockery died.
Jason’s jaw set tightly as he spoke with deceiving calm. It chilled you as much as it humiliatingly excited you. "Look me in the eyes and say that again, I dare you.”
You swallowed then lifted your chin. His eyes were a deep shade of molten green but now it looked closer to a blackened hue. It was so quiet that you could only hear the drum of your heart and sounds of shallow breathing apart from the crackle of tension which thrummed between your bodies.
You had thought that you'd relish in the sight of Jason affected but you didn't. As you spoke, your voice lacked conviction. You repeated yourself a second time and began to realise how big of a sorry lie it was.
"I said, I don't know how I ever lov-"
Jason's hand reached out so fast to wrap around the base of your throat, you could barely react as his lips crashed down on yours. It should've showered you with mortification that you didn't even pretend to put up a fight before you moaned against his lips and kissed him back just as ravenously. You kissed with heated passion and unspoken wrath. It was a clash of teeth and tongue. A tangled mess of pants, fervour, thirst, and need. Absolutely filthy.
Only pulling back to breathe, Jason leaned down to bite and suck on your skin. Skin which had been left unmarked for way too long. Your neck, your jaw, your lobes. Fuck gentle. “Been too fucking long,” he rasped.
You shuddered as Jason’s teeth skimmed the column of your throat and his tongue traced after. You should have pushed him away but instead, you mewled a desperate whine and tugged him closer by his tussled black hair. Fingers raking through the familiar, silver-grey strand at the front of it, your thighs rubbed for much needed friction.
In the past, you would've hurried him, but he was right and it had been wayyy too long. With every skilled touch and every move of his lips, he elicited another zap within you, bringing you back to life. You can regret this come morning.
Jason pushed your short skirt up the curve of your ass then tugged your dampened panties down as they fell to your ankle. A cool breeze brushed against your pussy, and your thighs clenched, earning yourself a rough spank. Smack.
"Spread them open." Despite not wanting to give into his orders so easily, you followed like the habit of a life time. You parted your legs and held onto the nearest wall for stability. Then, you felt the pad of his thick fingers tracing through your wet slit as they pressed against your entrance and pushed, stretching you open.
You moaned just as Jason groaned. "Fuck baby, you're so tight and warm." He set out a punishing pace right away, thrusting and curling his fingers the exact way you loved it as he used his thumb to rub at the nub of your clit simultaneously. Jason worked you with ease, and when he felt you clench too quickly, he added another.
You hadn't felt this good in so long, and your fingers had never felt the same as his. Even the toys you'd purchased after your breakup had not measured close to him. "Mm,” he drawled, “Poor baby's been neglected, hm?"
"None of your little dates could satisfy your needs, huh?"
Jason increased his pace, curling his fingers rougher. His taunts have fully returned as soon as he felt you beginning to pulse and squeeze. He knew exactly what that meant. "Must feel nice after not being properly touched for so long."
"What was that? You want me to stop?" He mocked.
Your eyes widened and you shook your head. You wouldn't put it past the bastard to follow through. "N-no! No, please, Jay."
You needn't turn around to see the infuriating smirk that must have crawled on his face. Jason chuckled with amusement. "Back to Jay now, am I? Would've done this earlier if I'd known."
"You-" Whatever clever retort you had on the tip of your tongue vanished as it got cut off with a moan.
With a skilled flick of your clit and a few more thrusts, you felt yourself shudder as the built up knot in your belly unravelled and you came around Jason’s fingers. He’d continued to fuck you through your release before eventually pulling out.
Jason turned you around to face him just as he brought his fingers up to his mouth and sucked. He did it so naturally that it deepened the hue on your cheeks. Jason studied you with smouldering eyes then his lips were on yours once more. He kissed as if he all he wanted to breathe was you.
Jason pulled down his pants and freed his cock from his boxers. He was huge as ever and you felt him hot and throbbing, his angry, leaking tip brushing against your lower belly. Jason broke off the kiss as he stroked himself a few times and placed some pressure at your entrance. At this point, you were too desperate to stop. No way you could stop.
“Quick, what are you waiting for?” You breathed impatiently, whole body buzzing with desire. You lifted your hips a little, urging him to push inside already, and with that, Jason sheathed himself with a brutal thrust that drew a loud cry from you.
The stretch was borderline painful. Jason pulled out halfway before thrusting in again to the hilt, moulding you to the shape of his cock. Even when you were dating, he had been difficult to handle. So after four tortuous months of abstinence, he was practically impossible to adjust to.
“Fuck,” you hissed, hands clamping down on his broad shoulders, your manicured nails digging in. You felt your eyes prickle with effort as you mumbled with a whiny edge. “It’s too much…Jay, it’s too much.”
Jason’s response was: “You can take it. You’ve taken more before.”
As you started to relax around him, slowly familiarising yourself with his size again, he gradually picked up the paces of his thrusts. The slicked sounds of skin on skin amplified as Jason groaned and closed his eyes from the sensation. “You feel so fucking good baby. I’ve missed this so much.” I’ve missed you.
You weren’t entirely sure whether it was hearing him calling you ‘baby’ again or his thumb finding your clit, but you squeezed around him, moaning louder as the sting morphed into a haze of pleasure. You clung onto Jason, breathing heavy as you not-so-discreetly inhaled his intoxicating scent. Since the breakup, you had tried so hard to diminish the smell of cloves, gunpowder, and leather that you’d forgotten how much you loved it. Jason hid his smile and pretended not to notice. He snapped his hips, fucking you into oblivion. Faster. Harder.
The bliss was overwhelming, and somewhere between the blur of sweat and pants, the proximity of your bodies as you shuddered again and formed a cream ring at the base of his cock, you began to sniffle.
A tear rolled down your cheeks, warm and salty. Jason’s thrusts faltered a little—barely noticeable—but he did not stop. He wiped it away with his thumb. “Don’t tell me I’ve fucked you so dumb you’re crying.” He was not too surprised if that had been the case considering that it had happened in the past. An embarrassing amount of times, in fact. “I’m not even that rough tonight.” But perhaps it was the break, he thought. “I’m not too rough, am I?”
You didn’t correct him and only shook your head. You tried to place your sudden sorrow aside and to relish in the pleasure as Jason fucked you through a third orgasm before he finally buried his face in the crook of your neck. With a deep, guttural sound, Jason twitched inside you and held you still as he filled you—thick and hot. When he’d pulled out, he dripped past your thighs.
“I’ll clean you up, baby,” Jason rasped, and after a beat, he added though his voice had dropped, “don’t send me out tonight.” An unspoken plea hung through the air as his forehead fell to yours. He swallowed, and you heard the faint inhales and exhales that he took as your chest matched his breathing. Jason pressed an unexpectedly soft kiss onto your temple.
Basking in the aftermaths of your gratification, spent and sore, your lips couldn’t help but to tremble. Guilt returned to slap you across the face as your stomach dropped with an immense wave of shame at the realisation of what you had done. You were so fucking stupid. You allowed him in again. You let your guard down and succumbed because you were weak.
Your voice was more vulnerable than you preferred, a little shook as you mumbled, “I c-can’t.”
“Why not?” At your rejection, Jason had looked almost dejected, and how dare he, you thought. He had been the one to betray your trust, to wreck your relationship, and to shred your heart to pieces. And he had the audacity to act disappointed that you wouldn’t let him sleep over after he had used you?
“Because you fucking cheated on me!”
It was the first time you’d ever experienced the world stop spinning. Everything came to a halt as Jason’s expression froze and a look of revelation crossed his face. It was the also the first time you’d seen him so stunned. Jason’s grip on your hips loosened before one of his large hands cupped your face, his dark green eyes narrowed.
“Are you kidding me?” He asked, but it was not as lost now, rather in disbelief. Jason breathed out a hard scoff, his words careful but angry. Whether it was towards you or himself, you weren’t sure, but his reaction made you unsettled. “That was the reason you ended things? Are you fucking kidding me?”
And then there was hurt. Jason Todd looked hurt.
“Are you insane? You cheated on me, of course I broke up with you!”
“I never cheated on you! What the hell are you talking about?” Jason roared, matching your volume now, and you flinched. Your breath hitched and your lips parted, brows furrowed with complete bewilderment. Jason had sounded so torn and raw and honest, but you knew what you saw. You were sure of it.
Jason closed his eyes then opened them in a futile attempt to ease his rage. “That night,” he spoke, the undying blaze in his livid gaze and his steel grip on your cheeks remaining firm. “You offered me no explanation but demanded me to pack and to leave. I had simply assumed that I’d done or said something stupid to push you away like I had done to the others in my past.”
You swallowed as Jason’s words spun your head and made you relive what had sure to be the worst night of your life. You could practically taste the metallic tang of bitterness and anguish as you replayed the vivid image of Jason and Sophie, an ex of his, in the lobby of your complex. You had been so excited to return to him after work had ended only to be sickened by the sight of her skinny fingers trailing down his chest. Sophie’s slender, perfect figure had been practically glued against Jason’s as she whispered him something with a practiced smile. You couldn’t even bear to look at Jason as blood rushed to your ears and you fled back to your apartment, beaten and deceived. No matter how much you felt for him, it was over, you told yourself.
“You looked so broken and hurt, it killed me. For once, I loved someone enough to leave without question. I just thought you finally realised you were too good for me.” Jason licked his lips and scoffed again. “But it was because you thought I cheated on you? You really thought so little of me you believed that I was disloyal?”
“Stop gaslighting me, Jason! I saw it with my own eyes. You and Sophie in the lobby! She was all over you and you let her!”
With each accusation, Jason appeared more struck, as if each word was a twist of dagger to his chest.
“What are you talking about? She threw herself at me! If only you’d stayed a second longer, you would’ve seen me pushing away! I would never want another woman,” his voice broke with how much emotion he poured into it. Jason felt stabbed by a stupendous amount of exasperated incredulity.
“Why can’t you understand that? I don’t want anyone but you! I love you so much that I forced myself to let you go, but of course I couldn’t stand not knowing you were safe or leaving you alone for long.”
“So I came back every night despite withstanding the torment of knowing that you’ve been going out to see other men! You think that’s been easy for me?!”
The guilt and stupidity that showered upon you made you feel like you wanted to peel open your skin and to swallow scorching stones. You had been a selfish idiot doubting Jason, and mistakenly, you’d hurt him too.
“I’ve only been going on dates to try and move on from you, but no matter how hard I try, I just can’t.” You confessed, feeling inexplicably abashed. You were so greatly embarrassed you wanted to go into eternal hiding, faltering as your eyes averted from his. But Jason couldn’t allow it. He ensured that you looked at him as he tilted your gaze with the grip he had on your cupped face.
“Jay, I’m so sorry. You have to understand I was hurt.”
Jason listened, but the only way he could think of responding was by sealing his lips to yours in yet another kiss. However, unlike the others you’d shared tonight, this one was so incredibly soft and vulnerable and sweet that it made your knees buckle. It was so much that it’d almost made up for all the months you’d wasted with him and replenished your shattered heart. You didn’t want to pull away at all. Neither did he, really, but someone had to.
“I’m sorry too. If I was good boyfriend to you, you would have never had to doubt me.”
“One chance,” he murmured, thumb caressing right beneath your cheekbone. You didn’t even think of hesitating as you nodded. “I’m never letting you go again. I won’t give you a reason to question your trust.”
And with a terribly pretty grin that you hated to admit you’d missed, Jason vowed. It was such devastating words that you felt he’d mended you completely and that you’d heard the fervid beating in your chest once more.
“I mean it. You’re stuck with me.”
