smut | fluff | cockwarming | domestic life with jason
after a long day, all you want is to sink into jason. all he wants is to help you relax, in anyway possible. rq
“strip.”
peeking over the edge of his novel, jason raises his brow at you. he watches as you drop your bag onto the table next to the door and stride closer towards him on the bed, comfortably reading.
“why hello my beautiful girlfriend, how was your day?” barely concealing his amusement.
you sigh as you pull off your shirt and toss it lazily onto the ground. “i had a horrible, terrible, miserable day. i’d like to have sex with my boyfriend if that’s okay with you.”
jason blinks and pulls off his glasses, revealing his pretty eyes.
“i mean that’s a lot of adjectives,” setting his glasses on-top of his book on the bedside table, scooting up further against the headboard as if inviting you in. “—and of course i’m not opposed, but don’t you wanna talk about it first ma?”
you don’t even think before answering. “nope.”
tugging your socks off before you shimmy out of your pants. those get dropped into the corner of the bed just inches away from your shirt. the bed creaks lightly as you climb onto it, crawling closer to jason’s lap until you straddle him. his hands find their way to your bare thigh, squeezing lightly as you pull him into a kiss. jason moans into it immediately, mouth opening wider as he tugs you even closer.
your fingers find the hem of his black tee, pulling it up until he leans his back off the headboard and makes yours arch. somehow, he manages you pull his shirt over his head, parting from you for less than a second while you grab at his sweatpants. that’s when he parts again, a line of spit between you from just how feral you’d been making out.
“as much as i enjoy this,” he pants, hands moving up to cup your bare ass. “how are you feeling really baby?”
he doesn’t halt your movements as you drag his sweatpants further down, feeling his already hard length against you inner thigh. jason even helps by lifting his hips when you tug on his boxers to go down with them. as you start to hum, the way you always do when you’re content and happy, he brings his hands lower again, bringing your panties along.
“i’m fine. i just really missed you.”
he answers with a smile and a soft whisper that he’d “…missed you more.”
the movements between the two of you are fluid. changing and adapting like it was the easiest thing. his hands find their way to your bra, unhooking it easily as he presses his chest to yours, bringing himself closer while simultaneously pulling you. he knows when silence is all you wanted because jason has those moments too. he knows when exhaustion takes hold of you and how it makes you more comfortable just to feel his warmth, even for a moment. so jason doesn’t pry, not yet at least.
he lets you lower yourself onto him, brings his hands behind your neck to hold your hair as you go. letting you watch yourself sink down and take him in as he drinks the sight of you, relief overwhelming. jason lets out a gorgeous sigh, pleasure taking form in the most domestic form. in awe as his girl takes what’s hers and he tries not to get giddy over the little box hiding in the corner his dresser.
the sensation draws out a small moan from your lips and a delightful groan from his honeyed tongue.
“you’re so beautiful,” he coos by your ear as you drop your full weight against him.
sighing, you smile, “says you.”
then you’re finding his lips and kiss him again. tongue lapping at his slowly as he holds your hips and guides them just as gently. eliciting another moan that he just swallows down from you like sweet nectar. jason doesn’t rush your movements, only guiding it along as he knows you like. slow, sensual guidance that is meant to make relax for him. lessen the exhaustion of the day while you tangle into one another.
the warmth only drags you in further as your aching muscles begin to give in to him, slowing your hips as you let him take over. slumping into him and letting your head fall in the crook of his neck.
though when you let out another sigh, jason stops shifting and pulls away just for you to flop back against him like a fish out of water.
he laughs softly. “you sure you’re okay ma?”
you make a small noise into his neck and jason chuckles as he rubs his hands up and down your back. from the soothing motion, you groan happily.
“that feel good?” asking as he continues massaging.
“very,” you’re humming while he moves his thumbs up along the curve of your spine.
with firmer fingers, he presses down in intentional circles, coaxing more sounds of contentment out of you as he works. you don’t even have to move a muscle, instead he pushes the arch in your back and soothes your lower traps along. he feels a knot and circles it out with his thumb, not hard but just enough to get it.
“you’re real tense babe.” he quietly says as he continues to move. you’re so relaxed at this point that you don’t even think to respond, just feeling his fingers work.
delicate in his care, jason lets you rest your whole weight on him as he bear hugs you, massaging your tender back muscles as he does.
his lips find the curve of your neck now, pressing to the skin there as he continues with his hands. you completely melt into him, arms limp along his shoulders as you hugged him tight before. not it had simmered into a barely noticeable grip that he knew meant was you relaxing. as the sounds from your lips become less and less frequent, jason runs his roughened hands from your nape down slowly to small of you back, then up again. repeating the motion as you start to succumb to the sleep that had been threatening you all day.
though he doesn’t make an attempt to move or to move you off of him. rather he continues his movements, watching from over your shoulder to see the warmed skin against his palm. he doesn’t pull out either, he only holds you there in his lap while his practiced fingered soothed you further into a slumber you desperately needed.
as you fall entirely asleep and a gentle snore slips, jason smiles to himself and grips the edge of the blanket to not bother you. then, he holds an arm around you back while he eases himself further down from the headboard, keeping you tight against him as he lays flat on his back. your legs still on either side of him. he pulls the comforter over both of you as he kisses your cheek and whispers.
“sweet dreams ma.”
everyone say thank you @eatshitanddie- for putting this idea in my head. love you pooks ;)
I’m looking for recommendations of forced proximity and enemies to lovers for Jason Todd. (Smut is highly appreciated but I’ll take angst to fluff/happy ending shit too)
