Maybe a smutty Jason Todd x reader where it’s the readers first time? Love to see how you’d think Jason would handle that situation😝
Oh girl! I am feeling very good about this. I did finish writing it while I was at work, but it was like a pick me up after a terrible week. Thank you for requesting it, and I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it!
Warnings: SMUT, Oral (f receiving), Fingering, P in V, lover boy Jason(not really a warning, I just think it's important), let me know if there's anything else!
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“Stop looking at me like that,” you frown at Jason from your spot on the couch. He grins like a fool at you, and you want to smack him, "I'm serious.”
“I know. You're just being so cute about it,” his hand reaches for you, skipping your hand to smooth up your arm and to your shoulder, “You really mean it?”
His question throws you off kilter for a moment. How could you mean any different? Why would you lie to him about what you want? You think, perhaps, he’s still pulling your leg, so you joke with a dramatic sigh, “I don’t know, I could change my mind.”
He nods in agreement instead of laughing, “You could, just know I won’t like you any less for it”
You shake your head at his seriousness and scoot closer to him. You reach for his other hand in his lap as his hand on your shoulder slides to your neck. He leans towards you, and you think maybe he would just kiss you, and you could get on with it. Not that it was anything to just get on with, and not that what you wanted on that note would matter.
You knew Jason liked to take his time. Your relationship wasn’t totally innocent. You’d felt his mouth and his fingers. He'd even let you hump him like a horny teenager in the back of a car (a low-risk stakeout he let you tag along on. Suffice to say, Batman was not happy about the missing target).
Jason had been all too polite about you not being ready for the main event. He understood the feeling of being an older virgin, considering the whole dying at fifteen. He had gone out of his way to show you that sex was enjoyable and comfortable. It made you brave and fall just a little more in love with him each time.
He doesn’t kiss you, at least not on the lips. His lips press to your hairline as he murmurs, “I am being serious, sweetheart. Be honest.”
“I am being honest,” you reply, leaning into the contact, “I wanna sleep with you.”
His lips twitch against your skin, a hint of a smirk that tells you exactly what he’s going to say, “you already sleep with me.”
“Jason,” you scold. You pull away from him slightly, and he has the same look from before when he said you were being cute, “You know what I mean.”
“Do I?” He chides softly, “If you can’t talk about it, maybe you shouldn't be doing it.”
You roll your eyes, “You literally ate me out last week.”
“Oh? Is that what you want?” His hands shift to tickle at your waist, then drag you into his lap. One hand drops to pop the button on your jeans.
You squirm in your new spot, “Jay, stop it.”
His hand slips away, and you shake your head. He shakes his head with that knowing smile. You know he’s not intentionally teasing. He just wants your words, your consent to the whole situation.
“Jason,” you sit primly in his lap, and he focuses on you, hands smoothing up your waist, rucking up your shirt just to push it back down, “I want to have sex with you… please.”
“You’re ready?" he asks one more time as he pulls you forward on his thighs, hips to hips. You feel him already hard under you.
You nod, “I am ready. I want it to be with you.”
“Whatever you want, you get, baby,” he murmurs and finally kisses you softly, a gentle peck that turns into another and another until you're melting into his lap and eagerly parting your lips when his tongue prods for exploration. Your hand slides up into his hair, curling and tugging at the nape of his neck as your hips grind down on him.
The hand that had been pressing your shirt up and down finally slips under, fingers pressing into skin before pushing up to tease at your bra. You pull back slightly to pant his name against his lips. He stares back at you, not letting you go far and evidently as enamored by you as you are by him.
“Want it off,” He says, and you blink momentarily confused. You don’t know if he was asking you or telling you. Either way, he doesn’t wait for a response, pushing your shirt high enough that all you can do is lift your arms to help. The moment your shirt is off, he pauses to stare at you, pupils dilated but still loving.
Your hands smooth against his shoulder as you shift in his lap, “What is it?”
He shakes his head, hands respectfully at your waist, thumb stroking the skin. His eyes focus on your face as he replies, “You’re just beautiful.”
You huff with a shy smile, head tipping back as you roll your eyes, “You’re so sappy.”
“You deserve sappy,” he murmurs as he takes advantage of your tipped head. He presses soft kisses to your throat, trailing wetly down to your collarbone and chest. Your head tips up to look at him as he presses an open-mouthed kiss to the swell of your breast. He meets your eye, “You deserve sweet and loving.”
“Jay,” you murmur, bringing your hand up to push back his hair from his face, “you deserve that too.”
He smiles, giddy and in love, as he ducks to press his face into your cleavage. You shake your head at his antics with a soft laugh before you shriek and cling to him as he stands up. He takes to kissing your skin again as your legs wrap around his waist, walking to the bedroom without even looking up. You laugh the entire time because it’s Jason, and you think he’s so silly and sweet sometimes. Your giggling eases after he drops you on the bed, but only because he’s pulling off his shirt and you're easily distracted.
He gently presses you down on the bed as he climbs over you, hitching your knees against his hips to slot himself between your thighs, “And you are sure about this?”
“Jason,” you playfully roll your eyes before you catch his seriousness, “Jason, I’m very sure. You're the only person I trust with this.”
His eyes flicker between yours before dipping to your lips, then back to your eyes, an unnecessary question, but one you nod to all the same. He kisses you again with a new fervor, one you return. His hand dips behind your back, and you arch as he undoes your bra, peeling it from your body and tossing it aside. He leaves your lips to once again trail his kisses downward.
Your hands cling to his shoulder and hair as he dips down. A hand gently palms at your tit and you arch into it with a sigh, his thumb rubbing over a pebbling nipple. He kisses every inch of skin he can find, sucking soft marks almost worshipfully.
“Gorgeous girl,” he murmurs, voice rough as he kisses around a nipple before delicately wrapping his lips around, sucking softly.
“Jay,” you gasp, eyes fluttering. Your hips shift up to chase more pressure. He settles on top of you, pinning your hips down.
He eases off your nipple with a soft pop that makes you shudder, his fingers replacing his mouth to pinch at the bud as he moves to your other breast with a “Be patient, sweetheart.”
You take a breath, trying to relax back down on the bed. You knew he’d want to take his time, but it doesn’t make you want him any less. You ignore the heat in your belly to focus on him, his weight atop you, his rough hands touching you so sweetly, and his lips reverent and explorative. Your chest heaves against his mouth, and your hand slides over his shoulder, thumb massaging into the muscle.
He groans against your breast and peeks up at you, “What’re you doing?”
“Waiting,” you give him a sweet smile. He laughs fondly into your skin before he’s pulling back slightly, calloused hand giving your breast a final squeeze.
“Taking too long, am I?” he teases as he finishes undoing your pants, pulling the zipper down and hooking his fingers into the waistband.
You lift your hips with a shrug, “It’s okay.”
He snorts as he tosses the pants elsewhere, “It’s okay. Baby, tell me what you want. Said you get whatever you want.”
He presses a kiss to your hip, nose pressed to your skin above your panty line and breathing in your skin. Your first instinct is that Jason is so weird. Your second instinct, and the one that seems more right, is oh my god, I want Jason to fuck me right now.
“I want you,” you manage to keep yourself tame.
His eyes meet yours as he kisses your skin again, “Yeah?”
The heated pit in your belly grows as you stare down at him. You nod, biting on your lip to keep from bursting.
“Let me get you ready,” he murmurs. He slips lower, nose dragging down the crease of your thigh. You stop him with a hand in his hair. He gives you a questioning look but obliges, moving back up your body with smattering kisses. You squirm before his lips find your mouth, kissing you gently like before.
“Change your mind?” He hums against your lips.
You laugh at the notion, warm breath against his mouth, “No, I want you. I want you so much, I don't think you need to get me ready.”
“Ha, funny girl,” he mocks gently, prying your damp panties down your thighs, “I have to get you ready, first timer”
“Oh my god,” you laugh more, lifting your hips to help, "That's so mean, Jay.”
He tosses your underwear without thought, hand pushing your thighs open, “Mean or dutiful? Gotta make sure I don't hurt my girl.”
Your mouth opens to argue back, but the words are lost to noise, a sharp gasp as his mouth meets your cunt with a groan. Your hand slides over the back of his head as his tongue laps through your folds before sucking on your clit.
“Ya're wet,” he mumbles against you, the vibration making your thigh twitches, “not enough”
Your eyes flutter as he gets to work, licking into you eagerly as his nose bumps your clit. Your head tips back, then forward, chest heaving with moans as you try to decide if you want to bend to the pleasure or watch him. Your hips jump, and he easily pins you down.
He pulls back for a moment to breathe, mouth and nose covered in your slick, “doing so good,” then he dives back in.
His tongue flicks across your clit as he pushes two thick fingers into you. The stretch is barely there, slick enough that he slides in. Your fingers curl tight in his hair.
“Jay,” you whine as he focuses his mouth on your clit to slowly stretch you out. You were, by far, no stranger to Jason's mouth and fingers. If you were honest with yourself, sometimes you thought he might enjoy it more than having sex. You were eager to find out if you were right. That is, if he ever let up.
Your thigh presses against his jaw as the heat builds steadily with each lick of tongue, every prod of his fingers inside you. Jason knew your body better than you did, and you had a feeling you would cum before the main event. Your hips press up against the hand pinning you.
“Jason,” you gasp, foot digging into his back. Your eyes sink to stare at him, and he meets yours with a determined gleam. You shake your head, “I- I want-”
You lose your train of thought as he moves faster, a moan catching your words. Your hand starts to draw tight in his hair, thighs pressing against his head. He remains focused on his goal of getting you ready, which kind of annoys you in the moment. Sure, you want to cum, but you want him inside.
You don’t have much choice in the matter, though, and who are you to fight your own body? Your head falls back, succumbing to the build. Your back arches, thighs shaking slightly as the heat in your belly starts to boil over.
“Jay, Jason! Oh!” Your body seizes with sweet release.
Jason groans against you, making you whimper, his fingers moving slowly inside you to draw you out before stilling. He prys your hand from his hair, and you let him, hand cramping slightly from how tight you had held on. Ever so slowly, you melt down onto the mattress as his fingers slip from you.
He climbs over you, squeezing your hip and bending down to kiss the corner of your lips with a sticky mouth. You don't have it in you to complain. Not when he’s there above you. You want him. You need him. Your shaky hands dip to undo his jeans, tight against his erection. His head dips to your shoulder as he groans at your touch. Thankfully, he doesn’t stop you, at least not until you have his jeans tugged under his ass and your hand attempts to dip into his boxers.
“Easy,” he murmurs, “Are you sure?”
You smack his shoulder with an echoed clap. He jolts up to look at you in surprise. You give him an irritated look, which he finds entirely unnecessary, considering he’d just made you cum.
“What was that?” he huffs.
You glare up at him, “If you don't fuck me, I’m gonna fuck you.”
A laugh, more of a cackle really, leaves Jason at your horny threat before he’s leaning down to kiss you while he finishes shucking off his jeans and boxers. His cock resting on your belly, hard and leaking. Your breath stutters, and you part from the kiss to look down at him. He kisses your forehead, the corner of your eye, before pulling back.
“I’m not gonna fuck you, baby,” he murmurs as his hand curls around his dick, giving it a tug, “I’m going to make love to you.”
You look back up at his face, settled now that his pants were off, and he was so close, “There’s a difference?”
“Trust me,” he nods as he shifts on his knees, spreading your thighs wider, “There is a difference, and I can show you after this, okay?”
“Show me?” you question softly, hands curling into the blanket under you, his lean back too far for you to touch him.
He nods and finds one of your hands prying it from the sheet to press it on to the bed by your head, lacing your fingers as he hovers over you, “First time is for love making.”
He kisses your jaw, “soft,” your neck, “slow.”
Your eyes close as he presses kiss after kiss down to your collarbone. He sucks a soft hickey there before he nudges his cock against your entrance. Your eyes fly open with a soft gasp, but he doesn't press in, simply rubs the head of him up and down your slit. Your hips twitch up, cunt fluttering with want as he spreads your slick and his precum.
He pulls back from your neck to look at you as he notches against your entrance, “You tell me if it hurts or you need a second, okay?”
You nod, and he shakes his head, “Talk to me, sweetheart.”
“I’ll tell you,” you reply and press your thighs as wide as they can go, “Just please, Jay.”
He smiles down at you, like you're the sun, like he'd wait a thousand years just to hear your voice. He dips, pressing his lips to your forehead.
“Please,” he murmurs, “you don't need to say that.”
Then he presses into you, impossibly slow, watching your face the entire time. You stare back at him, hitched breaths leaving your lips as he stretches you, warm and hard, you feel every bit of him. There's never a moment of pain, despite Jason's worry, only an uncomfortable sensation of your cunt accommodating.
He sinks down on his forearm, hand still laced with yours, as he presses in deep. Your brow twitches at an odd nudge inside you, and he stills, hips not quite against yours.
“Talk to me,” he whispers, voice strained. You hadn't thought of how your own tight heat might feel around him. You give an experiment flex around him just to watch his eyes flutter. His hips twitch, and he nudges the spot that made your brow twitch with discomfort.
“Feels… strange,” you whisper, and his eyes flicker back open.
“Bad?” He asks, pulling back slightly. Your free hand curls over his shoulder as you shake your head.
“Not necessary,” you murmur, then you admit, “but not comfortable.”
His eyes flicker down to where he presses in again, and you fight to keep your moan, and then he stops at the odd sensation.
He nods like he's found something, “feel it too, let me move you a little, okay?”
You nod, and his hand, not holding yours, reaches for a pillow. He nudges your hip up slightly, and you follow, holding your breath as he stays in you. With your hips higher, he looks back to you and presses in and in. Your breath catches when his hips press snug against you, pressing against your sensitive clit.
“Better?” He asks like your mind hadn't just blanked from having all of him against you and inside you. You nod with a soft noise, and he pulls back slowly and presses back in. Your eyes flutter shut at the sensation, new, unfamiliar, but growing in pleasure with each thrust.
“Uh-huh,” you moan out as his hand slides up your thigh, hitching it up on his hip. You moan louder at a deeper thrust.
Jason's hand squeezes yours, and he drops his head to kiss you. It grounds you, pulling you back from the sensations that make your head fuzzy. Your hand curls against the nape of his neck to keep him close as you kiss him back, sloppy and uncaring.
Your focus makes you listen, listen to the soft wet noises of him pushing into you, listen to his voice, tight with quiet moans as he breathes against your mouth.
“Doing good, baby,” he murmurs before he sucks on your bottom lip like he thought you'd disappear, “tight and warm”
Your pussy tightens at the way he talks to you, and also not, like there's some higher power that needed to know. He leaves your lips to nose at your jaw, hips stuttering.
“Don’t do that, sweetheart,” he laughs, with gasping breath.
“Wasn't trying to,” you reply, just as breathless and wanting. You tip your head, kissing his brow near your lip, wanting to show your tender love the way he does, “the way you talk is just…”
“I knew you’d like it,” he huffs against your skin, “making me read those romance books to you”
His words are startlingly funny considering the moment, and you laugh, unintentionally tightening around him. He groans, pressing his face into your neck more. His hips thrust harder, leaving you arching at the motion and the way it rubs a nerve raw in just the right way.
“Jay!” Your hand clings to his hair, laughter gone.
His hand dips, thumb finding your already sensitive clit, rubbing against it as he repeats the harder thrust. You moan, your legs moving of their own accord, wrapping around his waist to drag him deeper. Gone was any uncomfortable sensation; all you had left was Jason and the simmering heat building with a newfound ferocity.
“It's okay,” he muttered, and you're not entirely sure he's speaking to you at first, “just a little longer. Take what you want.”
His words are the only thing that makes you realise that, as much as he's thrusting, your body is meeting in bucking hips, brought by the leverage of your legs around his waist.
“Sorry,” you moan as you arch and cling to him, still trying to meet his hips. He swallows your moans with a heavy kiss, hand caressing the skin of your thigh, hip and waist, just brushing your breasts.
“Don’t apologise,” he pants against your lips, foreheads pressing, “you're so hot”
You laugh again, terribly breathless and needy, and Jason smiles against your lips, “My girl gets what she wants, she takes what she wants.”
“Want you,” you moan as your head falls back, body starting to tense again.
His lips move down to your chest, trailing wet as he speaks, “You have me.”
His hand presses yours into the bed, squeezing to remind you of his presence as if you couldn't feel him everywhere. And just like always, he reads your body before you do, thighs squeezing at him as you moan.
“Come on,” he moans into your skin, mouthing lower to the swell of your breasts, “I've got you, baby. Come on.”
That, along with the deep thrust and circled rub on your clit, has you toppling over in the most intense orgasm you think Jason has given you. Everything feels too much and not enough as your vision whites, the only sensation you know is Jason.
“That’s my girl,” he groans, fuzzy to your ears. His hips keep rocking his cock into your spasming cunt, dragging out your release, and then he disappears as he comes across your belly with a heaved moan, squeezing your hand like its life line.
You slowly come back to the land of the living, eyes blinking up at him in the dimming light of the evening in the apartment. He looks unfairly attractive in the sunset, but you let it slide for the way he smiles at you, panting for breath.
“Hi,” he folds back down over you despite the mess to kiss you softly.
“Hi,” you softly reply, worn out in a way you didn't know possible.
“Are you okay?” He asks as he shifts off you, gently prying your legs from his hips to lie beside you, blindly grabbing a shirt to wipe up your stomach.
“Okay?” You giggle as you roll on your side, shifting from the pressure of your thighs before settling comfortably. He copies you, lying on his side and curling his hand back in yours.
He brings it to his lips and murmurs, "I didn't think you'd laugh so much. That bad?”
You shift again, faces close, “No, that good. It was everything a girl could wish for.”
You bring a hand up to comb through his sweaty hair and watch his eyes close, leaning into your touch. A peaceful quiet takes over as you both lounge bare on the bed, but together.
You nearly fall asleep like that before Jason shifts, picking you up bridal style. You wake right back up but don't argue, just lean your shoulder against him, “Where're we going?”
“The bathroom, “he kisses your hair, “aftercare, sweetheart. It's just as important as the sex.”
You smile at his words, “How did I manage to get you?”
“Being insane enough not to run from a shoot-out,” he laughs as he sets you on the counter.
“Oh, don't be mean!” You laugh with him.
He holds his hands up in retaliation, “Alright, alright. The mean is only for when I fuck you tomorrow.”
You gap at his statement as he runs the bath, “You're planning?”
“You asked,” he returns to gently hold your hips, smoothing you with more kisses, “and what my girl wants, she gets.”
୨୧ — One year in, and Gojo Satoru is still a beautiful disaster between your thighs.
His blindfold dangles around his neck, snow white hair disheveled from your fingers tugging at the silky strands. That perfect mouth -the one that usually spouts the most ridiculous shit- is currently dedicated to making you lose your goddamn mind.
"Gojo's five star dining experience coming right up~!" The vibrations of his laughter make you buck against his face as he spreads your folds wider with his thumbs, diving in with his tongue like a man utterly starved. His nose grinds against your swollen clit white his tongue curls and twists inside you, hitting spots that make your vision blur white.
You'd roll your eyes at the dumb comment, but it's hard to be pissed when his mouth is making your brain short circuit.
"Satoru, plllleeease-" Your plea dissolves into a broken moan as his tongue curls deeper, hitting spots that shouldn't be hit by a tongue.
"Awh, please what?" He pulls back with that infuriating smirk, lips glistening obscenely. Then he gives you one long, firm lick, his tongue hot and slick against your sopping pussy... You gasp when the tip circles your clit with agonizingly light pressure, a soft mewl escaping you as his mouth sucks and teases your nub. "Use your words, baby. I'm the strongest, not a mind reader."
Before you can form a coherent response, he's sealing his mouth over your clit, sucking hard while two ridiculously long fingers slide inside you. The combination makes you arch violently off the bed, his other hand pinning your hips down as he devours you like he was born for this- for solely you.
"Mmph- you're doing that thing again," he mumbles, not even bothering to look up, the rumbling of his voice causing your walls to flutter around his fingers- your toes curling and legs clamping around his head.
"Th-Thing?! What thin- ahh- fuck! S'toru-!!!" you yelp as his fingers flex, rubbing against that bundle of nerves deep inside.
"That thing where you make my brain go stupid. The shaky thing." His voice is muffled, "Love that."
The praise is sweet and dirty all at once- typical Satoru… part boyfriend, part sexual deviant, wholly devoted to making you fall apart on his tongue.
When you start grinding against his face, desperate for more friction, he actually moans like you're the one giving him head. "Easy there princess. At this rate you're gonna drown me," he teases, tongue flicking rapidly at your clit while his fingers pump in and out- curling and twisting against those pretty, slick, inner walls. "Though what a way to go, right? Death by pussy. They'd have to put that on my headstone."
The joke makes you laugh even as you're falling apart, and that's just so perfectly him- making you smile while he's between your legs.
When you finally collapse, boneless and shaking, Satoru presses one last kiss to your clit before pulling away. You expect him to crawl up your body with that cocky grin, ready to claim his reward...
Instead, he stays where he is.
Slowly, carefully, you feel him start to kiss your hip bone- then lower. His tongue glides wetly over the juncture of your thigh before he shifts his long body to curl around your left leg like a koala. His cheek finds the soft skin of your inner thigh, and he nuzzles closer with a dreamy smile, his face fully flushed.
"Wanna stay like this for a bit. You're comfy," he whispers ever so softly. His arms wrap around your leg, holding you in place as his fingers gently trace soothing patterns on your shin.
"Plus, i'm gonna need a minute," he adds with a soft laugh... "It's not every day a guy's girl comes like that- all over his tongue. I think I died a little. Good death, though. Might have to be buried right here. Just me and the world's best thighs." Humming contentedly, Satoru's lashes finally flutter close.
Still a little drunk from the multiple orgasms, it takes a few blinks to realize he's not fucking with you.
He'd totally be okay with dying like this.
You shift under his weight, but he clings like an oversized toddler- his face pressing deeper against the plushness of your thigh.
"…You're ridiculous," you mumble tenderly, fingers finding their way back to his hair, stroking gently as you look down at him... This impossibly powerful man who could destroy cities, now curled up against you like he's found his forever home...
"And you love me," he whispers sleepily.
And he’s absolutely right, you do.
He's a beautiful disaster and a total pain in the ass.
But he's your pain in the ass, and you wouldn't change him for the world.
𝜗ৎ your boyfriend loves using your panties as bookmarks
𑣲⋆｡˚ fluff, suggestive but no smut
Pink, blue, black…
You huffed as you rummaged through the same drawer for the third time, hoping what you were looking for would magically appear between the mess of cotton, polyester, and lace.
The bedroom was a complete mess; drawers drawn open, half-empty because you’d carelessly thrown their contents out trying to find the piece, some bras landed on the floor, some shirts on your velvet vanity stool, and there was a pile of skirts and dresses forming atop of the bed.
Your eyes scanned the room again, trying to catch even the slightest glimpse of the intense, scarlet red you were desperately trying to find.
Your reflection stared back at you from the mirror—hair styled to perfection, black dress hugging your figure, and your lips painted a deep red color that was supposed to match the lingerie you’re wearing under the dress.
You had the bra, the only thing missing were the panties.
It was a special night, your two-year anniversary with your boyfriend, and Jason—who always makes it clear he’s not a fan of lavish and over-the-top dates—had surprised you with a reservation at this fancy steakhouse in downtown Gotham with a rooftop lounge that overlooks the city and has live jazz music playing the whole night.
You wanted to surprise him back, wearing the delicate, red, lacy lingerie set you know is his favorite, so that at the end of the night—in the backseat of the car, on the couch in the living room, or wherever he decided he wanted to take you—, you could feel his breath hitch and watch him lick his lips as he undressed you.
Besides, as stupid as it sounds, that set holds some type of sentimental value.
You bought it over a year ago, it’s a high-end designer piece that caught your eye the moment you stepped into that luxurious, ridiculously expensive boutique. It cost you an arm and a leg—you remember contemplating if it really was worth going broke for as the saleswoman talked about the quality of the materials.
You decided to buy it before you could think too much about it, swiping your card through the terminal and almost wincing when you saw the money deducted from your bank account.
It was more for Jason than for you anyway, and that’s what convinced you. It was a few days until his birthday, and you wanted to wear it as one of the many gifts you planned on giving him.
That night, straddling his lap as he laid on the couch, you saw his pupils dilate, watched him suck in a deep breath and pull his bottom lip between his teeth as he took off your dress. You decided that it had been completely worth the money.
It’s also the only set that’s made it through more than three wears—since Jason seems to have a kink for ripping fabric off of you, but apparently he’s decided he likes this one so much that he can be a little more careful with it. He almost always asks you to keep it on as he fucks you.
You really didn’t want to—it was supposed to be a surprise—but after checking the clock and seeing it was almost time to leave the apartment, you stepped out of the bedroom and into the living room to ask the only other person who could have any idea where your panties were.
“Jason, have you seen—”
Well…
There was your answer.
Jason sat on the couch, legs spread as they always are—no matter how much you scold him for his manspreading—, wearing a burgundy dress shirt that had you impatient thinking about the moment when you finally get to unbutton it.
His gaze was focused on the book perched on his lap, and in the gutter of said book—between thin, black ink-stained pages—were your panties, their red color bright against the yellowed paper.
You simply sighed, it was your fault honestly.
You started it a few months ago, Jason had taken a night off patrol and vigilante duty, and Cass had kindly offered to cover for him—watching over Crime Alley and the other places he usually took care of so he could spend time with you.
It was almost 2:00 a.m., your cheek was pressed against his bicep—because there’s nothing you love more than resting your head on your boyfriend’s muscles—, your legs shifted beneath the sheets to tangle with his, the soft cotton felt cool against your flushed skin.
Jason’s left hand was busy playing with your hair, twirling the strands around his scarred fingers while his right held the book he was reading.
He’d made you orgasm more times than you could count in a single night and you were convinced that you were completely satisfied.
Until you teared your eyes away from the ceiling to look at him, and he looked so cute and hot and sexy with his drugstore glasses perched on his crooked nose, and his brows had that furrow of concentration, and his thick lashes fluttered as he read through whatever greek tragedy he was so focused on, and his pretty lips formed the cutest pout you’ve ever seen on someone.
The sight made you feel that familiar heat between your legs—the one that appears whenever you see Jason doing practically anything.
You peppered kisses on his naked, glistening chest—still covered with a thin layer of sweat—, your fingers tracing down the lines of his abs and his prominent V-line until they reached the hem of the sheet—the only thing covering his lower body.
Jason breathed out your name, his heartbeat sped up under the touch of your lips, and he tried telling you about how he was in a really interesting part of the book, attempting to convince you to wait—but he didn’t make any real effort to stop you.
You looked up at him through your lashes, tongue darting out to trace one of the scars on his chest. You told him you couldn’t wait—and that it was his fault for making you so horny.
Picking up the pair of baby pink panties he’d tossed somewhere on the floor when he slipped them off of you, you took the book from his hand and placed the lacy garment on the page he was reading before closing it and handing it back to him. Your eyes never left his as you did so, and you had to bite your lip to hold back your giggles.
Jason’s eyes were wide as he took the book from you, his expression completely dumbfounded, and you swear that’s the most adorable he’s ever looked.
For you, Jason’s a weak, weak man. He could never deny you anything—trust, he’s tried.
And after that, you didn’t need to do anything else to convince him. He simply placed the book back on the nightstand beside the bed and rolled his eyes.
“You’re insane,” he scoffed, “and insatiable.”
You didn’t bother trying to defend yourself, it was true after all. You simply smiled in victory as your hand slid under the sheets.
Since that night, you never saw that pair of panties again—a shame, truly, it was a beautiful pink—and a few more disappeared from your underwear drawer to be found in the bookshelves.
“Jason,” you sighed. “I’ve been looking for those panties for like an hour!”
Jason looked up from his book—a dystopian novel you forgot the name of—, smirking when he caught sight of you with your arms crossed, wearing the dress he’d bought you specifically for your anniversary date.
“You look nice,” he whistled, looking you up and down shamelessly.
“Can you please give me my panties back?” You walked up to him and extended your hand out, expecting him to return your underwear.
“No,” he almost laughed, “I need my bookmarks.”
That made you roll your eyes, and before you could process it, Jason wrapped his hand around your wrist and pulled you into him so you were sitting on his lap.
“Besides,” he whispered into your ear, his voice carrying that teasing, smug tone you would never admit turns you on, “why do you need panties?”
“You know what would be a nice anniversary gift?” He continued, fingers teasing the skin of your thighs through the glossy fabric of your dress. “You not wearing anything under that dress.”
short n sexy mini fic for my baby jason todd while i work on my beach date with dick grayson one-shot 🤭
sorry if this was kinda ass, the idea was better in my head, still hope you enjoyed!!
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18+ | nerdystoner!jason wants to eat his favourite thing after a long night of studying…
a faint scent of weed lingered through the air and squint on your face that told him an entire story.
he’d laugh a little and join you, take the joint from between your fingers with a slow pull like he’s savouring your taste from the filter. smoke bellowing between you while he asks how your day was. listening intently before you turn the question around and says his was simply better now that you’re there. not wanting to elaborate because it didn’t matter since he was home.
any substance harder than this he’d be against. but jason likes how the weed mellows him out, forgetting the tedious daily tasks and stress make him turn to self-mediating and reading some self-help books. when he’s comfortable like this around you, he talks about prevention like it’s taken root in his mind.
jason would pull you onto his lap effortlessly and drag his fingers down your back soothingly. he’d be so loving and touchy when he’s high, it truly only amplifies his personality. you take a long drag as you gaze into his eyes and jason bites his lip while you trace the scar on his face.
less than ten minutes go by before he’s tugging off your shirt, more eager now that he’s loosened up. he’d whisper your name like a prayer against your skin, the vibrations sinfully tingling. reverence in his movements as he seats you fully on his lap, the joint long burned out and forgotten in the ashtray.
“babe,” you laugh at his eagerness. “you didn’t even eat dinner yet.”
he’ll stare up at you with hearts in his eyes and a look that could only be described as puppy like. then he rasps, “please.”
desperation evident in his tone and a break in his voice that struck deep. running your fingers through his hair and he practically moans. you nod your head and bite your lip when his eyes fall to it.
it’s enough to spur him on immediately.
before you knew it he was on his knees, fingers curled around your thighs like a brace to keep you there. his roughened hands hold you tight while he’s kitten licks at your clothed core. groaning like it hurts when you buck up into him yet not letting you get any further. he doesn’t let you shut your legs when the sensations are too much. jason won’t let you run from how it feels and he won’t let himself get off yet either. pressing himself hard against you when he lifts your hips, guiding you closer to his mouth like he could devour you whole.
it’s a miracle you remember that he genuinely can go on like this for hours before you pry him off—again, to no avail.
“jay—fuck, babe just take it off of me.” gasping as you try to push at his head and buck into him at once.
instead he moans against you like he’s the one getting off. “mmhf, give me another minute.”
struggling to find the words and clamping your legs around his head, you pull him up by his hair. it dawns on him then that he was absolutely drunk on you and didn’t seem to care. whining his name again, jason buries himself deeper between your legs. lapping desperately as your hips lift completely off the cushion. you mutter under your breath and gasp for air when he holds your hand in his and groans again. the fabric of your panties wet from arousal and his ministrations all at once. clinging tightly to your skin and he sucks in pulses. your free hand jumps to grab at him, at something to ground yourself from the feelings rendering you helpless.
it builds up higher as he takes both of your wrists in one of his big hands and holds it over your stomach. his other hand coming to wrap around your thigh and pull it further apart, deepening his movements instead of just taking it all off. flicking and flattening his tongue against you.
you’d feel embarrassed if it wasn’t jason. but the warmth pools in your core and if he wasn’t holding you down, you’re sure you’d be jumping around the place. he knows your body better than you do at this point.
“it’s okay ma,” groaning into you and parting just to speak. “just let it happen.”
when you turn your head to the side, trying to hide in the throw pillow there, he tugs you further down the couch. hoisting you up as he sits on his knees, only your upper back touching the cushion now. the tension snaps like an elastic band, the overwhelming force ruining you and probably his shirt too as you let go. but jason doesn’t stop eating like his life depends on it. he keeps humming as you shake in his grips. looking down to him, the high mixed with this one making you feel like you’re floating over yourself, watching him commit this filthy act with a smile on his sweaty face. 
he doesn’t relent, instead he continues his ministrations while you whine beneath him. weakly pushing at him while simultaneously aching for more. jason finally puts a finally kiss to your puffy clit and stands, trailing his lips up your bare torso til he sucks at your breast. moaning egregiously at how pliant you’d become, he finally reaches your face and locks lips with you.
the kiss is heady and sweet, utterly yours in a way that made you shiver. he’s twisting his tongue around yours as he pushes the taste of you so fat down your throat that you could help but feel impossibly filthy. while he’s got you there, his hands move on their own accord. finding his belt and clinking it open when you move quickly to push them down his legs. he lets you take a little control then, kissing passionately while you fiddle his belt out of the loops and shove his pants and boxers down with them. that’s when you hear the faint flicker of your lighter on the table and jason pulls back to place the joint between his lips.
eyes boring into yours as he takes a long drag, not wavering his gaze on you. he pulls you up by your chin and the rest of your follows breathlessly. leaning up into him until he brings his lips over yours, just ghosting there. then he exhales and the smoke fills your lungs slowly. sucking the intoxicating air in as he follows you back down too your back hit the cushions again, sealing the moment with a kiss.
the high only intensifies when he puts the joint on your lips and nods to make you do the same. the air that lifts from your mouth and touches his, you watch as his eyes fall to your lips and the thick cloudy smoke follows up into his parted lips. for a moment his eyes rolls back and the tuft of white in his hair that was stuck to his forehead looks similar to the milky white cloud that gathered around you as jason exhaled again.
you feel something thick and heavy on your clothes core again as he pushes your sweaty hair out from your face. a heady smile on his face and his red rimmed eyes nearly a a lot with how high he’d gotten. he leans up a little to kiss your forehead, but the drag is devastating on your sensitive bud. you grasp at his shoulders.
“wait, not yet.” gripping tightly while he only smiles and pouts.
“what?” he taunts. “too sensitive princess?” continuing the tireless dragging with his hand firm in directing his thick length.
it catches on you again and you gasp sharply. throwing your head back while trying to buck up into him and nodding.
“v—very.” the word a breathless sound on your tongue.
jason hums as he leans forward again, keeping you still beneath him despite how you try to feel him again. instead he’s pressing his full weight down on you while he smiles, pretending like he doesn’t know how hard he was against you now. his lips part on gasp just as yours do, almost like he’s mimicking how you move.
the next words were raspy as he said it and you knew you were done for. “too bad. you’ll be okay.”
his hand continues to drag his length over and over against you, the fabric doing nothing to barrier you from the other. the cotton now wet with arousal and precum, the slippage gives him more room to tease. watching you breath hitch and falter, he pulls himself up to drop it back down and let you feel he weight of him. when you try to hide from him again, he turns your head back to look between you. to see the squelching mess that you’d created from how he was making you feel.
“you see that? that’s all mine.” he moans as he just drags his length a little harder against you.
he uses his free hand to paw at your breasts, mouthing at you relentlessly like it was the last time. practically slobbering over your chest as he drops his mouth to the other and rolls the peak with his thumb.
crying out as the overstimulation peaks, you feel a tear rush down your face. though he only continues, the look in his eye that told you he meant for you to really feel it. jason moans against your skin and the vibrations made everything intensify even more. he makes a broken sound then, sputtering as he says your name and his movements turn messy. his hips buck mindlessly as he breathes hot against your chest.
one of your hands come up to grab his hair and hold him there as you reach the peak once again, crying out his name as he comes undone. with a harsh gasp, he comes in thick ropes, painting your panties with his spend as the rest lands onto your stomach and thighs.
jason collapses against you, kissing up the side of your face as he catches his breath. finally pulling away to look at you, breathing heavily and melting into the cushion. a blissed out expression on your face and the lingering scent of skin, weed, and vanilla in the air. the intoxicating scent of you that he breathes in was riling him up again before you even spoke to him.
he breathes your name, “you okay ma?”
taking a thick swallow from how worked up you’d gotten, you nod, rasping a quiet, “yeah.” before he quickly got up and grabbed the water bottle on the counter. pulling you up while he rested his back on the seat and held you close to his chest, bringing the water to your lips.
you drink quietly, the room quiet beyond the soft sound of your music playing from before and you gulping hard. when he brings the bottle down, you drop your head to the crook of his neck and sigh. “you’re the worst.”
that only makes him grin and kiss the top of your sweaty head. “you mean, i’m the best?”
effortlessly lifting your hips just to pull your ruined panties off and place you firmly back onto his chest. then he’s letting his palm lay flat over your core, whether in silent apology or quiet possession, you weren’t sure. you didn’t complain regardless.
with no energy to argue, you just sigh softly into his neck and shut your eyes. jason holds onto you tighter as hums to your playlist like he knows every one because he does. he listens to your music so he can know you even more intimately than he already does and when you smoke with him, he adds them to his playlist.
he keeps the bottle close to where he sat on the table for when you taped him to pass it to you again because he knew you would. after a few minutes passed in steady silence where you only laid on him while he listened to you breath, you lift your head ever so slightly when he’s already looking down at you, bottle in his hand with the cap screwed off.
asking if you’re, “still thirty baby?” even though he knew you were, he was just waiting for you to ask.
when you smile weakly at him, he brings it up to your lips while he brushes your hair back with a tender touch.
while you fall into your exhausted slumber, you’re left wondering how you got so lucky to have him and he thinks exactly the same while watching his world drift asleep.
it got sappy at the end man idk im fried. i love loverboy!jason so bad!! happy canada day to my canadian cuties also <3
Choso never cried unless it was in front of you. There’s just days where everything is too much. Thoughts become louder and people get more difficult. Staying in your embrace was safe.
When the bedroom door opened, you looked up from your phone, smiling. “Hey, babe.” Your smile had faded after seeing red eyes gleaming and his bottom lip quivering.
You got up and met him halfway, finding his cold hands from the bitter Tokyo weather, to warm them up. “Hey, what happened?” You whispered. He just shook his head, staring down at his shirt that fit you perfectly. You didn’t ask questions, didn’t pry any more.
He wouldn’t speak. Your hands left his own to rub his shoulders and then to cradle his face. He leaned in, sighing at your warmth. His cheek was damp, mixed with the spring rain outside and his tears he had wiped off.
He needed more of you as he leaned into your shoulder, sending the both of you stumbling backwards before fully collapsing onto the bed, and his tiny sniffles turned into weeps. He didn’t cry loudly.
But his cries were heartbreaking nevertheless. His spiky hair, slightly damp, tickled your cheek while his body moulded into you. You weren’t paying attention to how cold he was, but just warming him up. You held him as he cried, scratching his scalp and rubbing slow continuous circles on his back, trying to take his uniform off for comfort.
He gripped your shoulders weakly, his hands shaking, like he was scared to lose you. “I’m sorry.” He gasped out, slightly hiccuping. “For what?” “You have missions tomorrow.. you should really get some rest.” He responded.
“You do too, Cho...” You murmured. “Besides, you shouldn’t feel sorry for having a hard day. That’s what this is, right?” He nodded into your neck, his hum wavering.
“I’m here. I’m always here.” You whispered repeating it into his ears to lull him. His cries quietened into whimpers and sniffles before almost silent.
You kissed his hair. “Go and shower, I’ll have clothes and food out for you.” But you didn’t hear a response, except. Slow and heavy breathing as Choso’s body relaxed.
“Asleep?” You asked, before chuckling, holding him there and pressed one more kiss on his temple. “Sleep well, tomorrow will be better. I promise.”
A little short blurbs plz be patient with me, I am working on requests. Please consider giving my works some love! ILY all!
Summary: Jason’s on a sex ban— or quite literally, a complete touch ban!
warnings: whiny, pathetic Jason.
Jason Todd was an absolute idiot, there was no denying that. But he was a very desperate idiot. And he was willing to do anything if it meant you’d touch him again. You see, you’d put him on a complete sex/touch ban for three entire weeks, and well? Jason was not taking it well.
By day twelve of the three-week sentence, the fearsome Red Hood had effectively ceased to exist. In his place was a six-foot-two, two-hundred-and-fifteen-pound disaster who was entirely losing his grip on reality.
Jason didn’t do things by halves. When he was a crime lord, he took over the East End. When he was an Outlaw, he traveled through space and time. And when he was put on a strict ban by the only person who held his entire heart in her hands, he turned into this absolute menace of compliance.
The apartment had never been cleaner. It was, quite frankly, terrifying.
When you walked through the front door after an exhausting shift, you didn't just smell the familiar scent of Gotham rain and Jason’s expensive cologne. You smelled lemon verbena. You smelled freshly bleached tile
You stepped into the kitchen and paused. The countertops were sparkling so intensely they practically caught the light. Every single dish was not only washed, dried, and put away, but the spice rack had been meticulously alphabetized. Even the labels on the canned goods were facing perfectly forward.
And there, standing by the stove, was Jason.
He was wearing a pair of dark sweatpants that hung low on his hips and a tight, sleeveless black compression shirt that showed off every single rigid muscle, and scar, across his broad back. And the sight normally should’ve been enough for you to jump onto him, He was currently plate-stacking three different Tupperware containers of custom-marinated chicken breasts, a batch of freshly roasted vegetables, and a pot of handmade gnocchi.
The moment the lock clicked, Jason didn’t just look up. His entire body snapped to attention. His dark eyes locked onto yours with this frantic, high-alert energy that reminded you of a stray puppy.
He didn't break the rules. His large, heavily calloused hands clamped firmly onto the edge of the kitchen island to physically anchor himself in place, but his broad shoulders slouched instantly into a pathetic, pleading posture.
"Hey," he said. His voice was incredibly rough, a deep, gravelly rumble that sounded completely worn out, like he hadn't slept in a week— which he hasn’t. How could he without your hugs and kisses?. "I made dinner. I made the gnocchi from scratch. The way your grandma does it, with the potato-to-flour ratio you like. And I prepped your lunches for the next four days."
You set your bag down, looking at the sheer volume of food, then at the pristine kitchen. "Jason... did you scrub the baseboards?"
"Yes," he blurted out, shifting his weight from one heavy foot to the other, his eyes tracking your every movement with an agonizing level of pining. "And I ran the vacuum over the carpet three times to get the lines perfectly straight. And I picked up Lily’s toys and sanitized every single block with baby-safe wipes so she doesn't ingest any rogue bacteria. I did it all."
"Wow," you murmured, leaning against the counter. "You've been busy."
"I'm losing my mind," Jason confessed, his voice dropping into a soft, intensely whiny pitch that would have shocked anyone who had ever seen him pull a trigger. He let go of the counter, taking one agonizingly slow step toward you, but stopping exactly two feet away to respect the boundary. He looked down at you from under his dark lashes, his jaw tight, his white streak of hair falling messily across his forehead. "Babe. Sweetheart. Light of my life. Look at me. I am literally vibrating. I haven't slept in forty-eight hours because every time I close my eyes, I just think about how I'm not allowed to hold you."
"It's only been twelve days, Jay," you teased, crossing your arms and fighting the massive smirk tugging at your lips.
"Twelve days is two hundred and eighty-eight hours!" Jason groaned, a loud, muffled sound of pure misery escaping his throat as he dropped his head back to stare at the ceiling. "Do you know what I did last night? On patrol? I didn't even break any noses. A guy tried to mug a tourist in an alley, and instead of hurting him I settled on throwing him into a dumpster. I'm broken. You've broken the Red Hood."
He dropped his gaze back to you, his chest rising and falling in a heavy, desperate exhale. He slowly sunk downward, dropping his massive, muscular frame right onto his knees on your kitchen tile. He looked up at you from the floor, his hands resting on his own thighs, completely and utterly humbled.
"Please," Jason pleaded, his gravelly voice cracking slightly as he looked up at you with wide, desperate eyes. "Look at me. I'm on my knees. I'm saying the words. I'll be a good boy, sweetheart. I swear to God, I'll be the best boy you’ve ever had. I’ll never let Roy inside a three-block radius of this building again. I’ll make him sign a legal waiver. I’ll personally rewrite Lily’s vocabulary list. I will literally do anything.”
You looked down at him, your heart melting just a little bit at the sheer, unadulterated absurdity of Gotham’s most dangerous vigilante begging for his life on your kitchen floor.
"Are you begging, Jason Todd?" you murmured, stepping half an inch closer.
"Yes! Yes, I am absolutely begging, I have zero shame left," he whispered frantically, his dark eyes instantly tracking your movement, glowing with a sudden, fierce spark of hope. He leaned forward slightly, though he kept his hands firmly on his knees. "I don't even need the whole thing. Just a deal. Let me negotiate. A partial payout. Five minutes of cuddles on the couch. You don't even have to move. I will just lie there like a giant, silent weighted blanket. I won't use my hands. I'll tuck them under my chest. Just let me smell your hair, babe. Please."
"Just cuddles?" you asked, raising an eyebrow.
"A kiss," he corrected instantly, his voice taking on a thick, desperate edge as he looked at your lips. "One kiss. Short. Sweet. Clean. Well, maybe not entirely clean, but just *something*. My lips are falling off, sweetheart. They’re dying. I'm a dying man."
You let out a soft laugh, finally breaking your resolve. The sight of him on his knees, completely devoted, utterly whiny, and entirely yours was too much to resist. You reached out, your fingers gently sliding into the soft hairs at the nape of his neck.
Jason practically shuddered at the touch, a low, ragged sigh breaking from his chest as he immediately leaned his face into your palm, his eyes closing in pure, unadulterated relief.
"Alright," you whispered, running your thumb over his sharp jawline. "The ban is suspended. Just for tonight."
Jason didn't even wait for you to finish the sentence. He surged up from the floor, his large, powerful arms instantly wrapping around your waist and lifting you completely off your feet. He pulled you flush against his broad chest, burying his face into the crook of your neck with a deep, shaky inhale.
"Oh, thank God," he mumbled against your skin
He didn't waste a second moving you to the living room, collapsing onto the couch and pulling you down on top of him. He was a man possessed by pure, desperate compliance, his massive frame sinking deep into the cushions until he was completely flat on his back, using his own chest as a platform for you.
"Rules," he breathed out, his voice a rough, scraped-raw whisper against your hair. He immediately tucked both of his massive, scarred hands flat underneath his own chest, pinning them between his body and the sofa cushions. He looked up at you from the pillows, his jaw open slightly, his eyes wide and completely glazed over with absolute devotion. "Look. Hands are away. I’m not moving 'em. See? Good boy."
You couldn't help the soft laugh that bubbled out of you, leaning your weight fully against his chest. Even stripped of his weapons and armor, Jason was a solid wall of muscle, but right now, he felt completely pliable beneath you, his entire body relaxing into a soft, heavy puddle the second your warmth pressed into him.
"Very good boy, Jay," you murmured, tracing a slow line down his cheekbone.
Jason practically whimpered at the touch, his eyes fluttering shut as he tilted his face aggressively into your palm, chasing the friction of your skin like a man dying of thirst. "More," he pleaded, his voice cracking, entirely unbothered by how pathetic he sounded. "Babe, please. Just keep doing that. Left side of my jaw. Right there. Oh, God."
You smiled, leaning down slowly until your lips were just a fraction of an inch away from his. You could feel the frantic, heavy thump of his heart hammering against your ribs, his breath coming in short, uneven gasps. The fearsome Red Hood was completely paralyzed under your gaze, his chest rising and falling beneath you as he waited for permission.
"Can I?" he whispered, his dark eyes snapping open, staring at your mouth with a hunger that was almost frightening, yet he didn't move a single muscle to take it. "Please, sweetheart. Just a little bit. I’ve been so good for you."
"Go ahead, Jay."
The second the words left your mouth, Jason didn't lunge—he just reached up with his face, his lips meeting yours with a soft, trembling reverence that completely dismantled the tough-guy persona. It was a deep, heavy, agonizingly slow kiss, full of the built-up tension of the last twelve days. He drank you in like oxygen, a low, needy vibration rumbling deep in his chest as his lips parted against yours, begging for more without his hands ever leaving their pinned position beneath him.
Hunhbknhjnkk oh my goodness this man he’s so fine wtf
How To Court a Vigilante Masterlist series on hiatus!
You’re determined to get Red Hood to fall for you. However, courting a vigilante proves to be difficult when he won’t look your way! Thankfully, getting into trouble is what you do best…
── ONESHOTS
Wanna be yours
You run into your best friend while he's on a date
Kiss or Miss
A quiet Saturday at the shooting range becomes anything but when Jason decides hands on help is the best kind
ice skating with him
ice skating with him and the titans turns into him accidentally confessing his love
baby making music
after telling him you made a playlist that reminded you of him, you accidentally send him the wrong one
⤷ BRUCE WAYNE
⤷ DICK GRAYSON
⤷ JASON TODD
⤷ TIM DRAKE
⤷ HAL JORDAN
⤷ KYLE RAYNER
⤷ CLARK KENT
⤷ CONNER KENT
⤷ SUPERBOY PRIME
⤷ KARA ZOR-EL
⤷ DIANA OF THEMYSCIRA
⤷ DONNA TROY
⤷ BARRY ALLEN
⤷ WALLY WEST
⤷ TALIA AL GHUL
⤷ ROY HARPER
007 COLLECTION
+more to come!
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(all works will be under #bat1nsignia)
-> main masterlist
-> telephone info
one more? (requested! + nsfw)
munch!jason todd x fem!reader
mentions: smut with NO PLOT, jason innnn it (eating reader out), overstimulation, pussydrunk!jason, dirtytalk, bit of praises and a bit of begging
(ik i was supposed to work on that wife!reader req but i couldnt miss this opportunity also CAN SOMEONE PLS SEND ME JASON TODD SONGS)
🎧 -- u kno by abra
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“jay— jay” you moaned, feeling jason’s tongue swirl just right on your clit before going back in and eating your pussy out. god, you don’t know how long its been since jason buried his head between your legs, but enough to stop tracking of what felt like endless orgasms he kept pulling out of you. and the man was still eating you out like he was hungry, not his fault you taste so so good
one orgasm turned into three, then five, then…. you get the idea
“can’t stop” jason murmured into your pussy, almost blabbering. his hair was a mess due to how hard you were fisting it and his lips and chin were drenched by your cum. yet even after all this time, jason was still determined to pull more out
“can’t- can’t feel my legs” you panted, looking down to see only your fist buried in jason’s hair. you tried to close your thighs but they barely budged due to his grip pinning your knees, spreading them on the bed and leaving no inch of your cunt untouched by his mouth
“one more” his words were muffled by how deep his mouth was buried into your pussy. and the vibrations from his low murmur send shivers down your body. “just one more and—" a long stripe was licked down your poor cunt, a loud gasp leaving your lips in response as you bit your bottom lip to hold back a whimper
“fuck“ jason groaned, rolling his eyes to the back of his head from the taste of your previous orgasms still evident on your pussy. “just one more baby, i— mmmm i promise.” this man was so pussydrunk and he didn’t even need to hide it, he knew.
“can’t stop when--" his pace didn’t stop even when he talked. “—you taste—" and he was slurring too. “—so good”
you were about to try to whine another protest, but you were left agape the moment you felt that familar knot form in your stomach again. and judging by the way your clit twitched, jason knew too. i mean, at this point he should know— he’s been eating you out more than five orgasms ago
his mouth got more sloppy than it already was, that fast and controlled pace he held for a moment now turned erratic and out of pace. and your poor pussy couldn’t handle it anymore, especially since it was more overstimulated than ever.
your orgasm came and just like the others, made a mess all over jason’s mouth— not like he’d complain. moans and pleas of his name left your lips, arching your back on the sheets and feeling your thighs give out in jason’s grip— all while he was licking every drop of your orgasm and sharply exhaling from how good you taste, more filthy words leaving his lips
“thaaaat’s it, just like that”
“tastes like heaven"
“mmmm fuck”
even though your orgasm finished, the buzz was still all over your body due to both the intensity and the overstimulation. and of course, you were a filthy mess— sweat and sex coating your body with your hand gripping onto the sheets so tight they were wrinkled from how hard you were fisting them from your past orgasms and the other still in jason’s hair
you looked down, chest heaving and pants leaving your lips as you stared at jason with with a half-lidded gaze— pupils blown from the aftereffects of your orgasm. “jay i— i can’t” you managed to say after catching your breath
jason finally brought his head up to look at you, lips and chin coated from your recent orgasm. “one more” he panted. “please, baby” the look in his eyes gave you the idea that he didn’t plan on stopping, even when he told you that this was ‘the last one’. you should have known he'd lie between his teeth-- or rather, between your legs
damn you for believing him
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masterlist!
(a/n: oh my god wheeeeeew WHEEEEWWWWW call me niagara falls cause my pants are soaked)
your daughter seems to be completely smitten with kento. apparently, there's nothing more wonderful than sitting and watching dad.
✦ ⎯⎯ㅤִㅤ୭ ୨♡୧ ৎㅤִ ⎯⎯ ✦
the first time you realized that rei was completely in love with her father was on an ordinary morning. nothing special had happened, no moment worthy of a photograph or of a particularly memorable recollection.
nanami was sitting on the couch reviewing some documents while drinking coffee, and you were tidying up a few things in the kitchen. rei, barely eight months old, was sitting on a blanket surrounded by toys that could normally keep her entertained for at least ten minutes.
however, that day she completely ignored all the colorful blocks, fabric balls, and stuffed animals. she remained still, sitting with her chubby little hands resting on her legs, staring intently at kento as if she were looking at the eighth wonder of the world. he wasn't even doing anything interesting. he wasn't talking, playing, or making funny faces. he was simply existing. and yet, rei's eyes shone as if she were watching the most fascinating show of her entire life.
you were the first to notice it, though it wasn't that difficult, since every time nanami turned a page, rei's head turned, every time he crossed one leg over the other, she followed him with her gaze. even when he stood up to leave his empty cup in the kitchen, the baby completely turned her body so she wouldn't lose sight of him for even a second.
the intensity with which she watched him was almost absurd. she looked like a little moon forever trapped in the orbit of her favorite planet. when kento returned to the couch and looked up at her, she smiled so hard that her eyes practically disappeared between her round little cheeks. that smile caused an immediate reaction in him.
the most serious, reserved, and composed man you had ever known smiled back with such obvious tenderness that you felt your heart tighten inside your chest.
as the months passed, it became impossible to ignore. rei simply adored her father. if she was in your arms and he walked through the door, she immediately leaned forward trying to reach him; if she heard his footsteps in the hallway, she would start kicking her legs excitedly even before seeing him appear; if she was playing and he said a single word, she would abandon whatever she was doing to look for him.
there was something deeply endearing about the way she loved him. because it wasn't a love based on toys, gifts, or entertainment. it was a pure, simple, instinctive love. rei seemed to feel safe simply because he existed, because he was there, because he was her dad.
nanami pretended to handle it better than he actually did, or at least that's what he tried to make it look like, but you knew him far too well. you saw how his eyes softened every time she laughed at the sight of him, how he found excuses to hold her a little longer, how he deliberately delayed putting her in her crib when she fell asleep on his chest, how he came home exhausted after endless workdays and still seemed to regain energy the moment she crawled toward him.
because yes, rei had recently learned to crawl, and that had considerably worsened the emotional situation of kento nanami.
the first time she crawled directly toward him, you honestly thought he was going to cry. the three of you were on the living room floor, rei had discovered that she could move around on her own and was exploring every corner of the house with the determination of a little adventurer.
nanami was reading while sitting on the carpet when the baby saw him from the other side of the room. she stayed still for a few seconds watching him, then smiled, and then started crawling. not toward a toy, not toward you, not toward something bright or eye-catching. toward him.
her little hands moved forward clumsily as she let out tiny sounds of excitement. when she finally reached his legs, she lifted both arms for him to pick her up. nanami put the book down immediately. he didn't even pretend to resist; he lifted her as if he were holding the most valuable treasure in the world.
“hello, princess.”, the voice he used when speaking to her was so soft that even you felt like crying.
rei responded by placing both hands on his cheeks and letting out a laugh so deep and sincere that it ended up making her father laugh too. for several seconds they simply looked at each other, as if they were the only two people on the planet, as if they shared some secret that no one else could understand.
the nights were even worse. because rei had developed the habit of watching him until she fell asleep.
nanami could hold her in his arms for hours while she bravely fought against sleep. her eyelids would slowly droop, her head would begin to tilt, and even then she would make the effort to open her eyes one more time just to make sure he was still there. sometimes she seemed to have fallen asleep, but the moment kento moved slightly, she would open her eyes again to find him. she always found a way to look for him one last time before completely surrendering to sleep.
on one particularly quiet night, you found him sitting in the armchair by the window, with a sleeping rei on his chest and one tiny hand clutching the fabric of his shirt. the dim light from the lamp barely illuminated their faces. kento was looking at her with an expression that very few people had the privilege of seeing.
it wasn't the look of a proud man, nor that of a satisfied father. it was something much deeper, more vulnerable, more human. it was the expression of someone who still couldn't believe the immense luck he had been given.
when you approached, he looked up at you, smiled, and then his eyes returned to rei.
“she's beautiful.”, his voice was barely a whisper.
“i know.”
“she looks a lot like you.”
that made you laugh because both of you knew that rei had inherited more of his features than yours, but you understood perfectly what he meant. because when nanami talked about beauty, he rarely referred only to appearance.
rei let out a small sleepy sigh and nestled closer against his chest. and then it happened, that gesture so small, so insignificant, so devastating. even asleep, the baby searched for her father. her hand clutched his shirt a little tighter, her little head settling more comfortably against him. as if even in her dreams she knew exactly where she wanted to be.
nanami looked down at her and smiled. that soft, calm smile full of love. the same smile he reserved for you.
because the truth was that rei was completely in love with her dad. and the even greater truth was that her dad was exactly as in love with her.
although if you ever asked him who held first place in his heart, nanami would still give the same answer as always. he would point to you without hesitation, with complete sincerity. but afterward, when he thought no one was watching, he would go back to looking at that little girl who crawled after him, who laughed every time she saw him walk through the door, who searched for his chest when she wanted to sleep, and who seemed convinced that he was the most wonderful person in the world.
and then his eyes would fill with that impossible-to-hide tenderness.
because maybe you were still the love of his life.
but rei, without a doubt, was the sweetest little piece of that love walking freely around the house.
the air in your shared room is still warm and thick as you both come down. jason collapses to your side, his sweat slicked chest rising and falling with each heavy breath and you can almost feel yours becoming short again.
there's a pretty smile spread on his lips and a soft dusting of rouge on the apples of his cheeks and the tip of his nose when he turns to look at you, dark curls framing his his face. "hi you"
a smile, toothy and sweet, mirroring his own breaks out on your lips, "hi jason" he looks to be glowing, soft around the edges and your heart can't help but fill with fondness.
gentle heat radiates from your flushed skin while exhaustion pulls at your eyelids making them feel too heavy to hold open. he turns to lay on his side, one hand tucked under his head as the other traces along your arm in a feather light touch. it's quite for some time. both of you content in laying together in comfortable silence when a question forms in the back of your mind and travels down to sit on the edge of your tongue, itching to be asked —
"what's your favourite part of my body?"
jason raises an eyebrow, an expression between a deadpan and genuine confusion on his face (or perhaps it was concern that he failed to make you feel just how dear to him all of you was just a few comments earlier.) kissed bitten lips part to answer your question with an answer but you quickly cut him off with a short playful roll of your eyes.
"i know you like my body jason. clearly" taking a moment to gesture to the blooming hickies and faint bite marks that adorn you, "that wasn't the question"
it takes a second for jason to respond, the question (and reassurance of your satisfaction) settling. jason was quick and witty and often sharp tongued with others, but with you he always took a moment. as if to savour each word you offer him, and to allow himself a chance at stringing together an adequate response.
shifting his body, jason positions himself on the arm that had been tucked beneath his head leaning his weight on it while the other takes your left hand, pressing a kiss to your palm before sliding his fingers along it to interlock with yours. "i like your hands." he says it simply, eyes locked on onto your heavy lidded ones and almost immediately you feel much more awake.
he descends, pressing another kiss that lingers a little longer to your hips and making his way up wards. "i like your hips. i like this soft part of your tummy." his lips brushing the plump skin below your navel. warm kisses climb higher up your body, and he presses a kiss below your chest where the soft flesh meets your ribs. "i like you here," you can feel a smile forming, mischievous. his tongue peeks out, licking a short stripe before continuing, "especially after a long day before you get to shower and you smell fucking delici-"
your free hand threads through soft curls in attempt to tug him away. "jason stop. ew" there is no urgency in your voice. he take your other wrist in the same hand, shadow of his grin lingering in his lips as he's pressing a kiss to your pulse point, "i like your wrists too"
butterflies erupt in your stomach, your drowsiness long forgotten. "okay! thank you jason that's- thats enough" you hope your face doesn't look as hot as it feels.
"mm, i don't think so. i'm not close to being done with you sweetheart. just like that — lay back for me. let me show you the rest of my favourite parts of you "
content.ᐟ 18+, dryhumping, praise, begging, hands-off, teasing, jason crying, pet names (baby, sweet boy)
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?
Put a finger down eater edition with boyfriend Jason Todd
The bed is warm, sheets tangled, pillows half on the floor, and you’re sprawled across the mattress like a starfish, chest rising and falling fast.
Jason did not hold back.
He’s always been intense—passionate in everything he does—but once you two started dating properly? His touch got bolder. More confident. And when it came to intimacy?
Damn.
That man worships every inch of you with his mouth and hands like it’s sacred duty.
Your legs feel weak. Your heart hasn't slowed yet.
And Jason?
He's lying beside you on his side, propped up slightly on one elbow—watching your face with quiet satisfaction.
His eyes are soft as he watches you come down from the high.
His cheeks are slightly flushed, hair messier than usual, from the way your hands ran through it, and his lips are still glistering a little. He doesn’t look smug or arrogant just content and proud of himself in a quiet, intimate way.
He’s just enjoying looking at you right now. You’re gorgeous —especially right now with your flushed face, kiss-swollen lips and hair fanned out on the pillow like an angel.
Without saying anything, he leans down and presses a slow kiss to your forehead.
Then another to your nose. Gentle and affectionate.
You suddenly sit up and look at him with flushed cheeks.
"Why are you so good at that?"
He blinks— genuinely caught off guard by your question.
Then, his smirk creeps in. The one he only uses when he’s proud of himself or knows something you don’t.
He shrugs and says
“I pay attention.”
Simple as that.
Not some cocky boast about experience, but actual focus. Jason studies people—their likes, dislikes, what makes them melt…
It's clear that he studied you. Thoroughly. In every way possible.
You stare at him, wide-eyed, because of course he pays attention, and you know it.
That’s just who Jason is. Observant. Focused on details others miss—like how you bite your lip when nervous or how you sigh a certain way after a long day or when something is pissing you off.
He noticed everything. The way your breath hitches when kissed right behind the ear… the spot on your thigh that makes you shiver… even what the specific moans and whimpers you let out mean.
—
Some time passes, and the bedroom is quiet.
You’re curled up on your side, phone in hand, doomscrolling on tiktok.
Beside you, Jason’s lying flat on his back, one arm tucked behind his head, the other holding a thick paperback book.
And every few minutes he glances over at you. Just checking.
A video pops up on your fyp, "take a finger down eater edition" and you want to test your boyfriend, so you make a move.
The second you straddle Jason’s lap, he tenses, just slightly.
Not because he doesn’t want you there, but because his brain instantly shifts from "reading" to "pretty girl is on my lap."
He closes the book slowly and sets it aside on the nightstand, eyes flicking up to your face with quiet curiosity.
And then…
You open TikTok. The video starts playing, a voiceover announcing:
“Take a finger down eater edition.”
Jason blinks at the words and looks at your face with a very confused expression.
"What is this?"
You smile, absolutely loving this.
"It's just a test, I wanna see how many of these you have done, please, since you have so much talent."
Jason narrows his eyes—a test?
He’s not used to being tested, especially not like this. Not in a cute, playful way where the stakes are just seeing how much he’s done?
But you said it with that smile—the one that makes his chest tight—and called him talented. But to be honest, he’s not sure what this so called “test” is about.
So instead of arguing or rolling over to get you off his body, Jason just exhales quietly and nods.
“Okay.”
Waiting for your next move.
You hit play and the first question comes:
"Have you ever eaten it as the first thing in the morning?"
Jason stares at your phone as the question plays.
Have you ever eaten it as the first thing in the morning?
His brain processes this for half a second—then his eyes slowly flick up to yours.
And just like that, he gets it.
This isn’t about breakfast food or any type of food really.
This is about pussy.
A faint pink tinges his cheeks and after a beat
He nods.
“I did that.”
You remember.
Oh, you definitely remember.
Those lazy Sunday mornings where neither of you had anything on your schedule, just pajamas and coffee, and he kissed you good morning, then slowly trailed down your body with that look in his eyes.
And yeah. He ended up making you cum three times on his mouth before the day even started.
First thing in the morning. No hesitation. Just pure affection (and maybe a little hunger).
The video moves on to the next question.
"Have you ever eaten it on the kitchen counter?"
Jason’s eyes dart to the phone then immediately to you.
Again. He has.
Like that one time when you were both too impatient after coming home from a date night, and instead of waiting until the bedroom, Jason kissed you against the kitchen counter and things escalated fast.
His jaw tightens slightly at the memory. Not ashamed. Just remembering how good you tasted and how good it felt.
So he looks you in the eyes and nods.
"Wow 2 out of 2, you're really killing it"
You say with a big smile making him exhale through his nose, almost a laugh, but not quite.
He’s not used to being praised for this. But you’re smiling at him like he just won a gold medal in “being the best boyfriend ever,” and damn, it does something to him.
His arms slide around your waist without thinking—pulling you down against his chest—before muttering
“You set this up.”
You squirm against his chest
"Jay! Focus!"
He grunts, but the nickname makes his chest warm anyway.
You squirming in his arms isn’t helping either. You’re right there, close enough to kiss, soft and giggly from teasing him and he’s supposed to focus?
On a TikTok quiz, or whatever this is?
Not exactly high-stakes mission prep.
But you said so. So he of course tries and lets you go again.
"Have you ever begged to eat it"
His breath hitches.
Begged.
That has happened a lot of times.
Not in some dramatic way, not with pleading on his knees or anything theatrical (only sometimes). But there was one specific night—a few days ago, when you were teasing him mercilessly, and he was losing his mind just wanting to taste you and he broke.
Whispered your name like a prayer. Begged quietly. "Please."
And it worked (obviously).
Now, under the soft glow of the lamp and with your eyes locked on him that memory flashes back full force.
"You're killing me... You know I do that almost every time"
His voice is low, almost a whisper, and there’s zero shame in it.
He doesn’t sound embarrassed.
Because yeah, he does beg. A lot. Because you drive him crazy and he can't help wanting you so badly that sometimes the only word left is your name on his lips.
"Almost every time," he repeats, quieter now—eyes darkening as they lock onto yours.
The video keeps playing as you smile down at him.
"Have you ever eaten it without asking for anything in return?"
He blinks.
This is about selflessness.
And the answer?
Yes.
There have been times when you were tired from work, stressed out, and Jason still kissed you softly. Held you. Touched you gently—not because he expected anything back—but just to make you feel good.
No demands. No "my turn." Just giving without taking.
Then he nods again for the fourth time.
"have you ever finished from just eating it"
The video continues
Finished from eating it.
Not the usual kind of pleasure. Not really his own pleasure, it’s about you. About how good it feels when you’re focused on him, touching him, praising him… and yeah.
It’s happened.
Multiple times.
He feels everything. Every brush of your fingers, every soft sound that escapes your lips and sometimes? The intimacy alone is so intense that he gets overwhelmed, not by physical release first, but by emotion.
And then yes, his body follows.
He swallows hard before nodding again.
You giggle and the video moves on to the last question.
"Have you ever eaten it for over an hour?"
Jason’s eyes widen.
That’s a long time. But yeah, of course he has.
Multiple times when he got completely lost in it. The mood was right, the moment felt endless and soft and perfect, and he didn't rush anything. Just took his time touching you, kissing every inch of skin like he had all night (because he did).
No urgency. No distraction.
Just focus on your taste and making you feel incredible.
So, he makes another quiet nod.
You laugh, making his heart swell and then you put your phone away
"You got 6 out of 6! God, I'm so lucky"
You say as you kiss him on his forehead and nose
Jason starts blushing especially when you call yourself lucky.
Like he’s some prize. Like the fact that you’re with him is a win.
He still can’t believe it sometimes. That someone like you—sweet, talented and beautiful—chose him. The brooding vigilante who used to think love was a weakness.
But here you are laughing in his lap after watching him ace a stupid TikTok quiz about pussy eating, and saying he’s amazing for it.
Without thinking, Jason cups your face gently and pulls you down into a deep kiss, and he’s about to check another thing of his imaginary pussy eating list.
