he gets off on your humiliation, he's very obviously on a power trip and the way you whimper, whine and beg for him makes it no better. he stands you up in front of mirrors, his gloved fingers moving at a pace that was almost torture. "don't look at me, look at that cunt... greedy." he fingers you until you're dripping down his gloves, laughs when your legs start to shake under you " 'm not done. stand up straight"
he's meaner while he fucks you too, it's never gentle with him, never slow and loving. he tugs your head back and laughs at how fast your mouth opens, tongue darting out as if he hadn't trained you that way, as if he wouldn't have forced it open. he spits in your mouth and makes you gag on his fingers as if he wasn't practically splitting you open. "you like that? y'get tighter every time you gag... fuckin' whore"
UGH and then he cums in you and just lets it drip onto the floor, he's standing behing you, still holding you up while he drips between your legs, kissing his teeth as if the mess wasn't his fault. "tsk, youre wasting it, you want more? gotta learn how to fucking keep it"
thinking about frat!roy who gets horny at a time when he knows you're fucking jason, he doesn't have enough shame to just go fuck some other girl. he parks outside of you apartment complex and pulls out his phone, he records a video of himself palming at his crotch and if you werent busy being fucked while you watched it, you'd hear how smug he sounds while he does it. "miss you so fuckin' much baby... jasons- ah fuck, he can't be doin' it right."
he treated it all like a joke, the way he called you mommy, as if that was common, it was mocking. he knew jason probably had you bent over with your face shoved into your mattress and yet he called you something implying you had power. lucky for him, jason heard it too, and roy gets sent a very nice picture of you, arched into him, jasons chest on full display as he fucks you, and the caption "yeah, you can come clean her up when i'm done, harper"
man. i bet jason likes fucking you on the motorcycle on your back. wearing his helmet so he can see your breath fog up on the mask, harsh and stuttering as he sinks his cock into you. bet he loves husking in that rough voice of his, "yeah, takin' me alright, sweetheart?"
just to watch the way that you seem to burn under his touch. squirm against him as he keeps you trapped under the rough weight of his body. keeps you there, knowing you can hear the smirk in his voice even though you can't see it; even though all you can focus on is his cock.
"jason—i—"—you stutter, but there's nothing you can do but trail off into a broken moan as he thrusts into you again, keeping you and the bike steady with the ease of a muscular arm. caging you in. keeping you trapped.
"yeah, thought so," he'll taunt, "now let's see as you handle the ride."
->so glad i made everything 18+ on this account lol
ak!jason anal. that's it. that's all ive to say. ik you've enough imagination for all of us 😭💞
honestly this could go two ways, he's either been buttering you up and prepping you for days, or you've been acting up and this is a punishment.
if it's something he's been prepping you for, it's not exactly sweet, but he doesn't have you screaming. he coaxes his way in, one hand pressed to the small of your back and he's probably the most gentle youve ever seen him. "i know, bunny. 's so tight back here, right?" he pushes fully into you in two thrusts, swallowing down a chuckle at the way you tense up. every thrust feels like he's ripping you to shreds "no tears, you're doing so fuckin good for me."
on the flip side, if this is a punishment, you're not getting any coaxing or sweet talk, you've been a brat and it seems like nothing else is working. he doesn't listen to the way you whine and claim that you "can't take it", his gloved hands pressing you firm into the mattress "shut the fuck up, you can take it... 's not that tight." he fucks you like he refuses to acknowledge that he's not in your pussy, as if it wasnt ridiculously tight. "stop fuckin' crying... keep acting up, and this is what you get."
Forgive me for all i have sinned but I've been Fantasizing biker jason todd... Who def likes to bend reader on it.. And perhaps.. Just downright freaky jason..😞
jason is canonically a freak with bikes and cars. he therefore canonically is definitely a freak with you on it. i don't make the rules, i just enforce 'em. the bike i have in my head is a yamaha v-star 650 cruiser. such a sexy bike
— gn!afab!reader ♱ smut, reader is called "my slut" and "baby", reader wears a skirt but no mention of clothes otherwise, jason lowk a goof, semi-public sex, exhibitionism, praise praise praise, romantic non-penetrative sunset sexy time, please don't try to fuck on a bike without prior experimenting (i have pulled muscles i never knew existed)
ᝰ 1,172 words. wrote this instead of studying for my final exam in approx 2h. can i get fuck yeah
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for jason, fucking you on his bike is a way of christening it. his bike doesn’t even need to be a new one. any excuse to get you to cum around his fat cock while you’re bent over on his bike is good enough for him. new fairings? he’s doing his fucking best to make sure you’re cumming hard enough to leave marks. new wheels for his ride because the tread wear is flat? he’s making sure your clit is pressed against the rubber while he fucks you from the back.
you’d gotten a text from him that afternoon. short, cheeky, and you knew exactly what to expect.
that’s exactly how you ended up with going on a motorcycle ride with your boyfriend wearing a scandalous skirt with nothing underneath. just your cunt against the warm leather that rumbles the slightest bit from the purr of his powerful engine.
“you’re such a brat, jason.” your whiny voice is slightly muffled from your balaclava but still sounding the perfect mix of frustrated and desperate that has jason grinning from ear to ear. you’re hearing double, the faintest echo of your voice heard from the sound system in his wine red shoei helmet that he refuses to take off.
according to him, you look hot with your helmet on, and it’s hot to see your eyes flash with faux anger before it melts away into pure desire.
you’re on the back of his bike while he stands behind you, one large hand guiding your hips up and down as you grind your weeping pussy lips and clit on his new seat.
“oh i’m the brat for asking if you wanted to go on a ride.” he chuckles in amusement. “i thought you knew what’s going to happen when i showed you the new seat on my v-star?” his tone is almost condescending as he lifts up the back of your skirt to watch your ass and pussy lips grinding on the textured brown leather.
a low whistle is pulled from his lips. he lowers himself until he’s on his knees, face-to-face with your core. using both of his hands, he lifts your hips up and he groans when he sees the shimmering slick coating the material, with thin, stringy strands connecting to your cunt.
it’s so fucking embarrassing. you could get caught like this.
he found some multi-storey parking lot in the early evening, right before the sun set. he parked you right on the highest level where it gives a stunning view of gotham as the sun sets, all while he gets to defile you on the back of his bike.
sure, there’s only one other car parked and there hasn’t been any signs of life, but it’ll be peak traffic in about an hour.
“jason, people are gonna see!” you whine as you brace yourself on your forearms against his seat. your back is arching—traitorous of your body, really—and pushing your hips back against him. you’re dripping wet, your clit begging for any form of attention, and you know you’re going to cum if he uses his mouth properly instead of just running it.
“what’s wrong with letting people see how much of a slut my baby is for me?” he blows gently at your puffy folds, the action sending goosebumps down the back of your arms and heat shooting straight to your core. “such a pretty, pretty view, isn’t it?”
his voice is no longer clear in the sound system of your helmet now. it sounds a little faded through the carbon fibre, meaning he’s already taken off his helmet.
you look up. you know that he’s not talking about the view of the sun slowly dipping down the towering skyscrapers, painting the watercolour sky in strokes of salmon, peach, violet and fading gold. jason makes sure that your feet are supported by the pillion footrest on his bike before he’s using his large hands to pull your ass up and body down against the warm leather.
you can’t even protest, instead a long moan of relief is dragging from your throat when he spreads your cheeks apart to start eating you out from the back. he works you like it’s the last time he can. the heat of his tongue slides between your folds, swiping the sharpened tip side to side when he catches your throbbing clit. he moans when you do and the vibrations are sending electrifying shockwaves straight to your cunt.
he’s nipping playfully at the flesh of your ass, biting and spanking it as he stands up to his full height.
“jason.” his name comes in the mix of a whine and a moan when you feel his chest pressed against your back, and his bare erection rubbing against the cleft of your ass while he continues to make you ride his leather seat.
“come on, baby. be a good slut and cum all over my bike for me, yeah? it’s my good luck for the road.” you know better than anyone that it’s bullshit but you still find yourself chasing your orgasm anyway. your clit throbs as you grind down against the stitches, his hands playing with your sensitive nipples whilst his mouth busies away at kissing and nipping at your sensitive spots. “make a mess for me and i’ll let you do whatever you want with me for being so good, baby.”
jason pushes you over the edge when he moves around to wrap his mouth around your breast. between the slightly constricted air flow because of your balaclava and his ministrations, it’s enough to heighten the buzzing sensation of your pleasure to make you cum. he suckles around your nipple harshly, tongue flicking rapidly around the sensitive bud whilst the other twists and rolls. your orgasm crashes upon you—not too hard, but just hard enough for you to grip onto him for support instead.
he helps you with your helmet, taking it off and letting it fall unceremoniously to the ground before you’re yanking your balaclava off.
“fuckin’ gorgeous, baby.” jason grins, his own balaclava pooling around his neck. you use that as a leverage to yank him down to your height to kiss him. his smile only widens knowing he’s got you exactly where he wants you. without breaking the desperate liplock, he carefully shifts your position until you’re somehow lying down with your back on his tank, legs spread apart whilst propped up on his thick thighs, and his cock fully erect. “now i get to cum inside of you while i get to—”
you know him well enough to know that being turned on and horny will not deter him from making stupid jokes.
“if you finish that sentence, i’m going to cut your balls off, todd.” your threat is met with your boyfriend gleefully grinning ear to ear as he slides his thick erection between your puffy, slick folds.
“yeah, yeah, you love me. now let me fuck my baby’s sweet cunt on my bike to avoid any bad luck.”
Lazy drabble <3 pretend he took bruce's position or smtg
Thinking about Jason Todd taking an important business call while he's balls deep inside you. You feel his cock nestling against your cervix, his free hand resting on your ass while his other presses his phone to his ear. You're desperately trying to hold back your moans with your palm — before Jason yanked your hand away so he could hear the sweet sweet noises coming out of your lips. He wants you to be quiet so his client won't hear him yet he doesn't want you to muffle your moans? You don't get this man.
It's absolutely sinful how your hips started vigorously moving against him, causing an uncontrollable groan to escape his mouth. The client questioned him in concern, "Are you alright, Mr. Todd?" Oh, he's more than alright. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just-" you feel his strong hand squeezing the plump of your ass, "caught a cold."
Jason continued his merciless thrusting, making sure he hits the exact spot you love so much — he nearly dropped his phone by how tight you are, practically begging him to cum inside you. Eventually, he decided to give in. Wrapping up his call with a few lazy instructions before finally hanging up. Both of his hands immediately found your hips after tossing his phone — whispering a bunch of praises in your ear despite the fact that you made him moan in the middle of an important phone call.
"You're doing so well." He muttered as his movements increased in speed, his tone betrayed a hint of irritation — "But I think you'd look prettier with a ball gag."
okay but ak!jason stuffing his fingers in your mouth during sex and laughing when you can’t answer his mean prompts… “you’re such a little whore, aren’t you? tell me what went wrong with you and maybe i’ll let you cum, yeah?” he literally loves your desperation and humiliation and being the one causing it. looking into ur glossy eyes as u garble and realize you cant get what you want. acting like he didn’t literally seek you out & put you in this position. i rlly liked your drabble about him stalking you in a baseball cap
yeahhh ak!jason humiliation kinkkk
i like the hc that he keeps the suit on during sex and so he's grabbing your jaw with the gloves and the helmet flipped up. he's soooo fucking mean with it for no reason. he likes forcing you to respond to him while he fucks you too "c'mon brat, answer me... what went wrong?" while he's bruising your cervix
wt: smut, female character, english is not my first language.
hope you enjoy!
Jason was never the type to be intimidated, but something about you made him doubt his own skills. The way you always managed to stay two steps ahead of him, the way all his efforts seemed to come to nothing whenever you two engaged in combat or the way his brain didn't work for anything but to think about you. One of your first encounters was at the end of a frustrating night of surveillance for Jason. No punches thrown, no enemy plans interrupted by him, and to top it all off, he'd lost to Dick during training in the Batcave. He just needed to go home, shower, and eat the most caloric burger he could find… until you showed up. Leaving through his apartment window in tight, dark clothes, your curly hair thick and loose. Jason froze, such audacity. And then you turned around. A mask covered half your face, but your sarcastic smile was clearly visible to him.
"Oh, hi. make yourself comfortable, I'm leaving." Your voice sounded calm and collected, making Jason's blood boil. Who the fuck you think you are?. But you didn't have time for any of his reactions, you needed to get that flash drive to your mentor as quickly as possible.
Jason snorted, the sound coming out a bit funny through the helmet's modulator. You took it as a warning to leave and didn't hesitate to run, Jason right behind you. The chase didn't last long, because despite his size, Jason was much faster than you expected. He took advantage of a curve over the Gotham rooftops and grabbed you, quickly throwing you against the wall. His hands were firm on your neck, your breathing was labored, and the glowing red eyes of his mask stared at you.
"Here, I was saving this for you," you said, a smile playing on your lips once more. He tightened his grip on your fragile neck, a silent warning to you not to move. And then, with his free hand, Jason searched on your body for a pocket where you might be keeping what you'd stolen from him. Your chest rose and fell, your eyes shone, and your scent was beginning to distract Jason's senses. One moment he had you at his mercy, the next you were on top of him, a dagger lightly piercing his ribs.
"Did you like my perfume? It was a gift from Ivy…" At that moment, Jason needed all his self-control to get you off him. He had to be quick and precise. He pushed you away, grabbed the small bag you kept at your waist, and ran as far away from you as possible.
Jason hated that night, because the worst part of it all was having to run back home with a painful bulge between his legs.
The second date took longer to happen, and Jason couldn't take it anymore. He was obsessed. He couldn't get you out of his head, and this time he was sure it had nothing to do with your perfume. He had vivid dreams with you beneath him, panting and trembling. He already knew who you were, your name, where you lived, and how you met Ivy, so he decided to go after you, because he couldn't bear to jerk off in the shower again because of you. After another peaceful patrol, Jason made his way to your apartment, and he knew better than to climb in through the window and be attacked by some strange plant. He climbed in through your neighbor's window and then gained access to your front door through the hallway. You weren't just Ivy's helper; for the most part, you lived a normal life, with college and a job. And after an exhausting day at work, the last thing you expected was to find the Red Hood in your bed.
It was your turn to freeze, and yet you knew you couldn't show your surprise.
"Make yourself comfortable, princess" he said, spreading his legs wider as he leaned his hips forward, making himself more comfortable on the edge of your bed.
"Do I have anything you might want?" you asked, genuinely doubtful. You took off your glasses and placed them on your desk, beginning your after-work ritual, as if Jason were a minor inconvenience.
He laughed and stood up, moving closer and closer to you.
"You're what I want" he said directly, making your smile grow.
"Have you been dreaming about me a lot?" you asked, not at all surprised by his actions.
The truth was, before you met, you already knew who he was and asked Ivy for help in exchange for some favors. You needed that man as much as Ivy needed the files. Jason laughed and pressed you against the wall again, his hand on your neck, this time not as firmly. You could feel his bulge pressing against your thigh and couldn't hold back the moan. Jason laughed again. "So needy" he said and you reciprocated taking your hand to his cock and stroking it over his tactical pants.
Jason sighed, his quick fingers lifting your dress. He wanted more, and he wanted it fast. In one fluid motion, Jason lifted you, wrapping your legs around his waist. Once again, the moan escaped, the pressure his cock exerted on your clit strong enough to make you grind against him, seeking more friction.
"Needy little thing, are you that desperate for my cock?" he mocked as he pressed his hand against your breast and rolled your nipple between his fingers.
"More…" you managed to say, trying to hold back your moans and sighs.
"What? Louder," he said, and even through the mask, you could tell he was smiling. That wicked, incredibly arousing smile only he could give. By now, your panties were a wet mess against the bulge of his cock, which seemed to grow larger with each roll of your hips against his. Jason pressed you tighter against the wall to still your movements. "Repeat, doll."
"More, Red… please." That was all he needed to hear before he moved his hand further down and touched you where you needed it most. Jason started making circular motions on your clit, and when you were already accustomed to the growing knot at the bottom of your stomach, he inserted a finger, two, and with the third, he kept the thrusts slow and strong.
You thought you were dreaming, Red Hood himself fucking you so good with just his fingers.
"If you keep holding on, I won't give you my cock. Come on, ma, let me hear you" Jason teased, increasing the speed of his fingers. "Let me know how good you're feeling with just my fingers."
You found yourself holding on to his strong arms to calm yourself and not get carried away by the sensation of his fingers inside you. "Fuck, Red… I n-need you, p-pleas-fuck! Don't stop!"
"There she is." And he stopped, like the good bastard he is. He stopped as soon as he felt your pussy tighten around his fingers. "Come here, I'll give you the real thing, ready?"
You just nodded, unable to do anything but receive what he had to give. Jason led you to the bed, throwing you carelessly onto it and pulling you to the edge. He removed your dress and ripped your panties before pulling away slightly and starting to pull down his own pants. He pulled them down just enough to free his cock, which sprang out, reddened, swollen, and dripping with precum. Your mouth watered, but you knew you had no time for these games. "Do you want it gentle?" he asked.
"I just want you," you replied, and before you could do anything else, he was slamming into you relentlessly, eliciting a loud moan from both of you. Jason held your leg open with one hand, and with the other, he held your waist to keep you from pulling away from his thrusts. "Fuck, you're so tight, ma… I could cum right now."
Jason was sweating inside that helmet, but the excitement of fucking you with all that Red Hood armor made him forget that minor discomfort. Your breasts swayed with his thrusts, your eyes closed and your mouth open, releasing the most arousing noises he'd ever heard. The way you held onto his arms, your nails almost passing through the leather of his gloves, the way your pussy accommodated his entire cock, almost drove him crazy.
"On top, Red…" you moaned. "Let me go on top."
He groaned, pushing all the way in until his pubic hair touched your clit. "Not this time, doll." And then he flipped you over, as if you were nothing more than a rag doll. Ass up and face down. Jason gave your ass a hard slap before moving again. You could already feel his cock throbbing, his thrusts getting deeper and more rhythmic. He pulled you by the hair until your back collided with his chest and then said, "Is this what you wanted so much? Hm? To be fucked like a slut? To receive the best cock of your life? Yeah? Talk to me, princess."
Jason couldn't hold back any longer. He was one or two thrusts away from painting your entire insides with his cum. And then he hit it, your legs trembled, and you almost screamed his name. "I'm… fuck, red… I'm cumming, I'm cumming, fuck, don't stop, omg."
"Come on, cum on my cock. Fuck, ma… so good around my cock. You're doing so fucking good for me." Jason kept hitting that spot, fucking you through your orgasm and bringing him to his. He almost wasn't quick enough to pull out, spraying his hot, thick cum all over your back. Jason had never come so much in one go, he even felt dizzy. You almost blacked out, your legs were still shaking, and your brain couldn't form a full sentence. Your eyes were almost closing on their own, and you didn't have the strength to stop them.
"Are you okay?" You could hear Jason's voice without the modulator, but you were too tired to look at him. "Yes… are you leaving yet?"
jason todd finger fucking you with the suit on... yeahhh, imagine your head falling back into his shoulder, militarized metal and kevlar pressing against your heated skin. he holds you up easily, his voice distorted and low, murmuring filthy praises as he works his fingers inside you, painfully slow and deep, curling just soo perfectly. he’s knuckle deep in your pussy, pulling constant moans and whimpers from your lips, and he groans like it’s all his pleasure. “fuck—c’mon, baby, cum on my fingers like you wish it was my cock.”
his gloved finger brushes against your clit, and you tremble in his arms, desperately trying to cling onto some form of stability, but the moment you register his words, there’s just no use... “look at that," jason hums as he withdraws his hand, the fabric of his gloves glistening and slick with your release, dripping down his fingers. “filthy girl.”
then, as if taunting you, he brings them to your mouth, coaxing your lips open. “clean up your mess.”
hey babe! i just wanted to say that ur such an amazing writer and i lwk relate to u (as a blk college student myself lmao) (not in a parasocial creepy way i just like reading stuff from authors that i can relate to) ANYWAY i usually admire quietly but i had to slide into ur box abt all this fauxcest discourse bc trust my box is being terrorized too 😐, pls just ignore them and keep doing what ur doing!! ur great and ur college/frat au is to DIE for!! may i request more jason todd & roy frat headcannons 🙂↕️
this is sooo sweet tysm and ykw we should all get more parasocial ab me i think
& fuck it jayroy as a duo
listen. they're annoying as fuck, roy is annoying all the time but theres something that switches when it's paired with jason. jason entertains all the bullshit and unlike some of their brothers (kyle) they're not above sharing.
like when they find out you're fw both of them they roy will text u pics of them hanging out like "your two favorite boys in one spot" they'll smush you between them at parties and "joke" about a threeway.
also the three of u smoke tg. always ends with you sat on jasons lap, but kissing roy. jason keeps his hand on your ass and grinds up into you the entire time
compensatory blurb for the non-dc content i’ve been reblogging lately #oops
jason todd who loves to fuck you doggystyle just so he can pull you back up against him while he’s inside you. maybe it’s by your shoulders—gentle, so he can snake his arm around your waist and tilt your face towards him for a kiss; maybe it’s by your throat, so he can feel your spine arching off of him and your moans rumbling in your throat; or maybe it’s by your hair, when he’s really fucking you, when he wants you to remember who you’re dealing with.
his hands don’t stay in one place for very long. up and down your sides, along the slope of your neck, squeezing your tits, slipping between your legs to rub your clit; he’s everywhere. you’re grateful he’s so big—he’s literally holding you up, keeping you in place, all hot skin and thick muscle as he fucks into you, turning your body to lava. your fingers clutch feebly at him, reaching for something to hold; his forearms, his shoulders, anything to ground you while he splits you open on his cock.
“can’t even think straight, huh, ma?”you feel his lips against your ear, his smile evident against your skin. “not when you’re gettin’ fucked like this.”
you can only whine in response, your thighs shaking beneath you. jason merely chuckles, settling a hand on your hip while the other travels up between your breasts to keep you upright.
“don’t worry, baby,” he coos, his voice ragged as his hips snap into you, “i’ve got you.”
"I can't focus!" you whined as you giggled your hips, his cock still inside of you. Jason slapped your ass.
"I ain't fucking you until you finish reading, and reading out loud or it won't count"
"Jay, please I can't focus with you twitching inside of me* he didn't get his eyes off his phone.
"read." you started saying word for word out loud the book you had to read for philosophy class, without realizing you were squeezing the fuck out of him. Jason let out a soft groan, his short nails digging into the soft skin of your hip, his dick twitching one again.
you kept reading, feeling like your heart could pop out of your body in any second, wanting to kiss him, wanting for him to fuck you, rubbing your thighs together to get a little bit of pressure on your clit, Jason held you tight, not tight enough because you kept moving.
"you're fucking dripping all over my pants" he grunted.
"I can't help it" you turned around to see him, biting his cheek trying to not let you know he wanted this as much as you wanted it, that he wanted to fuck you, ruin you until you forget your own name.
for his luck, you were on the last words, as soon as he saw you getting to the last letter, he grabbed you even harder, closed your computer with one of his hands and made you bounce on his cock. "you're killing me" he groaned in your ear before biting it slowly.
"you're the one who had the idea!" you slowly dragged your hips in circles, Jason letting out the prettiest moans, one of his big hands drawing an invisible line from your tits to your clit, playing with his softly, making you squeeze him even harder.
his other hand on your neck as he pounded into your poor cunt from under, you closed your thighs from the pleasure, Jason chocked you even harder so you could open your legs once again. "stay still, I wanna feel you cream all over my cock" !!
Contains ౨ৎ : slight degrading, pussy talking (referring to pussy as its own person, slight use of daddy, mentions of piss like once, and a bit corny at the end <3
MDNI <3
Not proof read cause idc 💋
Jason is mean. He absolutely would jump at any chance to put you in your place. He can't stand talking to you. Can't stand to be in the same room as you. To even fucking look at you. Which is strange, because Jason Todd loves your pussy.
"There she is. So fuckin gorgeous pretty." You don't know how long you've been at this. A layer of sweat glistens off your body ,as you bite down on your lip from making any noise. Fuck him. He doesn't deserve to get off on the way you moan and whine for him.
Thwack!
"Ow! What the fuck?!" You hiss, immediately going to sooth the red mark on your thigh. "Stop covering your mouth slut. How am I supposed to know she's feelin good? Can't you do anything right?" He sneers at you with the most disgust you've ever heard
Before you can even grit out a smart ass reply, his lips wrap around your clit sucking juuuust right, making you arch off the bed. "Fuck fuck fuck! Hnnnnghhh! Fu- stop stop stop!" You practically sob. If you feel his mouth on your clit one more time, you think you're gonna die. You're waaaay too sensitive. "Can you shut up? Trying to hear this pussy talk ,and I can't even do that because your dumb ass voice is covering it up."
"i hate you. I seriously fucking hate you!" You seethe out. Who the fuck does he think he is? Slapping you around calling you a slut. What a dick! "Watch. This is the last time I ever let yo- nghhhh oh my god. Mmmphhf!" The words fizzle out in your tongue as the Jason sinks into your gooey pussy. Thick tip rubbing against that spot that makes you want him to fuck you forever. The words are lost now as his hips melt into yours. Does sex always feel this good? Or was it just him?
"Yeah you hate me? Bet you do. That's too bad. Cause this pussy loves me. Wish you could feel the way she's squeezing me. Poor baby's been neglected hm?" He coos. He presses your knees up to your chest, pounding into you. Slow but deep. Heavy balls smack your ass making a-
Plap! Plap! Plap! Sound.
"You're too deep Jay!" You press a hand in his lower stomach trying to escape how much of him is inside you. You can fucking feel him in your throat. He immediately grabs both your hands with his own. Intertwining your fingers with his. As he begins to roll his hips into you.
"I'm too- haaah- deep? Mmm fuck. I'm too deep but your pussy's sucking me back in. Bet she misses me. Been to fu- fucking long since I've treated her. S'okay sweet heart. You don't gotta be so greedy. Daddy's gonna fuck you good. Always gonna fuck you good. Not gonna stop till you piss." He moans picking up the pace.
"m'cumming! Fuck I'm cumming" You cry out as he reaches down and presses his thumb in tight circles to your swollen red clit. Your pussy cums in spurts of squirt, and you lift your hips trying to escape the overwhelming feeling. "Oh fuck sweetheart gonna cum inside you. Gonna cum so fuckin much." Jason lets out a pathetic moan, rutting into you as he cums hard. Not stopping until little whimpers escape him from overstimulation.
He carefully pulls out rubbing soothing circles on your mound, hissing at the feeling. "When you leave make sure you turn the light off. My legs are sore, and last time you left them on asshole ." You give a tired yawn and he rolls his eyes getting up to get a cloth to clean you up. "Why don't you get your ass up and do it yourself." He bites back. "Fuck you." "Fuck you too."
Despite his harsh words he cleans you up gently. You let yourself think it's cause he secretly doesn't hate you, but you know he's just taking care of "her", as he likes to refer to your pussy. You feel him press a soft kiss to it making you whine a bit.
"Love you." He whispers against your pussy. "Fucking weirdo." You huff out as you drift off with a light snore at the end. He doesn't bother to comment, letting you fall asleep.
When he's done and you're snoring now, he throws the cloth into your dirty laundry basket. He pulls up the blanket making sure to tuck you in so you don't get cold. Jason, moves hair out your face and presses a soft kiss on your temple.
"Love you too." He whispers against your hair.
When he leaves, he's sure to turn off the light and leave the fan on juuuust how you like it.
your jaw was already starting to ache, but you loved it. you loved the feeling of being completely full of him, your mouth stretched, your throat working to take every thick inch. the only light in the room was the hypnotic, colorful glow from his monitor, casting shifting shadows across his lap. the only sounds were the frantic clicks of his mouse, the distant pops of digital gunfire from his headset, and the wet, sloppy noises you were making on his cock.
he was a thick, heavy mouthful. you could taste his arousal, salty, sharp, and sweet. you swirled your tongue around the wide, smooth crown of his head before swallowing him deep again, your lips pressing against the coarse hair at his base. a low groan rumbled in his chest, a vibration you felt travel straight down his shaft and into your mouth.
he was trying so hard to keep playing. his left hand was a blur over the keyboard, but his right leg, the one you were nestled against, was trembling. his whole body was coiled with tension, half from the game and half from you.
“what the fuck, todd? you aiming at the sky or somethin’?” a tinny voice crackled from the headset lying on his desk. he’d tossed it there minutes ago, complaining his ears were hot. it was a flimsy excuse. you both knew he wanted to hear you.
“shut up, ‘m lagging,” he grunted, his voice tight and strained.
on screen, his character strafed right into a wall and just stood there. he was losing his focus. you smirked against him and picked up the pace, your head bobbing faster. you cupped his heavy balls with your free hand, your thumb stroking the sensitive skin of his taint in slow, deliberate circles. he hissed, a sharp intake of air. his character was unceremoniously gunned down. ‘respawning in 5...4…’ flashed across the screen.
he didn’t even notice. his head was thrown back against the headrest now, his eyes squeezed shut. his right hand had abandoned the mouse completely, his fingers digging into the leather armrest of his chair, knuckles white.
“dude, are you even playing?” the voice from the headset asked again, this time laced with genuine annoyance.
jason didn’t answer. he simply didn’t feel like it.
you were breaking him, piece by piece, and it was the hottest thing you could imagine. the sounds you were making were obscene, a wet symphony of suction and squelching that was purely carnal. he was breathing hard, short, sharp pants that were almost sobs, each one making his cock twitch in your throat.
with a frustrated growl that was pure animalistic instinct, he reached over and slammed the power button on his pc. the monitors went black. the game sounds died. the room was plunged into an abrupt, shocking darkness.
the silence was absolute, except for you. the wet, filthy noises of you sucking him off seemed to echo in the sudden quiet.
his hand shot down, fast and hard, his fingers tangling in your hair. he gripped a thick handful at the back of your head. it wasn’t gentle.
“mm, look at me,” he commanded, his voice a low, guttural rasp in the dark.
he started to fuck your mouth.
his hips bucked in his chair, setting a brutal, punishing pace. his thick cock slammed into the back of your throat with a wet, percussive slap. you gagged, your eyes watering, but you didnt pull away. you took every single powerful, desperate thrust.
“oh, fuck,” he groaned, his head falling back again. “my good lil’ slut, right here on the floor, taking my cock like you were born for it.”
his filthy praise was a shockwave to your system. you moaned around him, a pathetic, needy sound muffled by the sheer volume of him. his grip on your hair tightened, yanking your head back slightly before forcing you down even deeper. you could feel the ridge of his cock head scraping against your tonsils, a feeling that was half pain, half unbelievable pleasure.
“you love this, huh?” he panted, his thrusts becoming frantic, almost clumsy with need. “being a dirty girl. my personal stress relief.”
he pulled out abruptly. you were left gasping, a long string of your mixed spit and his slick connecting your chin to the glistening tip of his cock. he gripped his own shaft, his knuckles white. with a sharp, deliberate motion, he slapped the wet, heavy head of his cock across your cheek.
the force of it snapped your head to the side, the sound a wet, sharp smack in the silent room. it stung, but a thrill shot through you. when you turned back to face him, a thick, pearly smear of his pre-cum was left glistening on your skin in the faint moonlight. the sight of you, marked by him, dazed and waiting, was what broke him.
“fuck, mamas,” he breathed, a raw, guttural sound. “open up.”
he grabbed the back of your head again and shoved his cock back into your mouth, ramming it deep into your throat. you gagged hard, a full body convulsion that made your stomach clench.
a raw sound tore from his throat. “fuck, yeah, oh my fu—right there. don’t you fucking move.”
he started pounding into your mouth, his hips slamming against the arm of his chair with a violent, frantic rhythm. he was completely lost to the feeling. his free hand came down and gripped his own thigh, his muscles bunched and straining.
“gonna cum, baby,” he grunted, the words ripped from him as he pistoned into you. “shit, ‘m gonna come so hard. you better take it all for me. swallow every last drop.”
you braced yourself, your own hands gripping his knees to keep you steady. with one last, impossibly deep thrust that felt like it was trying to touch your stomach, he let go.
a thick, hot torrent of his cum flooded the back of your throat. it was so much. a massive load that you struggled to swallow. he kept pumping, jet after powerful jet, groaning your name like it was the only word he knew. the taste was intensely musky and salty, the very essence of him. you swallowed desperately, your throat working, your eyes streaming, determined to obey his command.
finally, his powerful thrusts subsided into weak twitches. he slumped back in his chair, completely spent, his head lolling to the side, his chest heaving. he stayed buried deep inside your mouth for a long moment, his cock pulsing weakly as the last of his orgasm faded away.
slowly, he pulled out. you stayed kneeled on the floor, your head bowed, just trying to catch your breath as a thick drop of his cum dripped from your chin onto the gray rug. the room was quiet except for the sound of both of you panting.
after a minute, he leaned forward, resting his forearms on his thighs. he looked down at you, really looked at the mess you were: his cum still on your chin, the smear on your cheek, your face flushed, your hair a mess. a short, shaky breath that was almost a laugh escaped him.
“holy shit,” he said, his voice still rough. “you’re insane.”
The peak reveal for Jason being at the LOA all that time is Damian arriving at Wayne Manor first and either being overheard on the phone talking to Talia asking after his bǎobǎo dìdi or helping a young civilian child with a lot of care and skill and Bruce being taken back and Damian just scowling because he literally has a akhī al-raḍīʿ back at Nanda Parbat, of course he knows how to comfort a child?
And one night after patrol and when Damian has literally just fallen asleep all cute in matching pjs and cuddling a teddy bear, that Bruce video calls Talia at 4am demanding to know whether Damian’s baby brother is also his, almost in tears because she can’t do this to him again, deny him the chance to raise a baby of his.
And Talia just agrees, calls somebody ‘ḥabībī’ and Jason, 6’ and 250lbs of pure muscle, steps into the shot, all nervous. Then he sees that it is Bruce and he wants to be mad but he bursts into tears and so does Bruce because that’s his little baby.
When Damian gets grilled about it by Dick and Tim, he just shrugs and says that Jason is younger than him due to his dip in the Pit and that he did have to teach Jason to speak again and feed himself due to residual damage from his death. Damian just constantly referring to his huge ass brother as “his baby brother” or “his little brother”.
first and foremost, needless to say, he was big. long enough that even the biggest condoms didn’t quite reach all the way down. that being said, the piece of latex would sometimes roll or bunch awkwardly mid–fucking, leaving bare skin exposed. so he would have to stop and fix it, cursing under his breath at being forced to pull out of your warmth and sweet cunt.
also, as if that wasn’t enough, the tip was fatter than the rest. the swollen, mushroom–like tip stretched the material super thin over the widest part, so for jason? it was a torture just trying to pull it down over the rest of his cock.
now, don’t get me started on how many times the condom had actually ripped apart just because the poor latex couldn’t handle how hard he fucked. it would either start feeling like it was about to give up completely or tear from the strain, so he had to slow down (which god forbid he did— especially with you) or pull out to check it. which pissed him off, because he shouldn’t have to worry about some stupid piece of rubber when he was just getting lost in how your walls tightened sinfully around him.
or at least that was back then, when you and jason used to date. when he actually cared about protection and safe sex because, well, he wasn’t dumb, and neither were you.
but when you two broke up? shit— that was different.
because now, he didn’t just hate condoms for the physical fit issues. no, he despised them because it meant there was this… barrier in between.
so since then, jason fucked you raw. just to make something clear: you still belonged to him, in every way possible. that pussy? oh, all his. the fresh, hot, sticky cum oozing out of your abused hole and sliding all the way down your legs? all his too.
now, all he wants to do is to sit there and admire how the white, milky liquid leaks out of you, your hole clenching around absolutely nothing, maybe missing the burning stretch of his cock going in and out of your poor, poor cunt.
and sometimes, if he was feeling extra sick, he would get so obsessed with the idea of you carrying his cum, that right after spilling inside you and pulling out, he would push it back in with two thick, calloused fingers, watching you clench just to keep it from leaking.
it all was a twisted way of jason keeping you his, of leaving his mark. and maybe, maybe— of putting his child in you.
okay so like i can imagine him being semi-okay with you starting an OF in your relationship. like he doesn't care, it's your body you can do what you want - he's just a possessive loser and is lowkey kinda like ":( i don't want other people seeing your tits those are mine"
until you tell him you want to do it together. then he's all about it. yeah you still sell nudes, just yourself and then couples pictures but i feel like he wouldn't be comfortable selling nudes of just himself without you
your videos tho???? that's what rakes in the money. he very rarely lets his face be shown so most videos are shot from his pov so it's normally a good shot of his chest down and then yo
i feel like your videos will always have moody lighting, the room is dim but you set up led strips so there's always a dark red or purple or blue hue to the videos
your fans are obsessed with the way he's always gripping at your ass when he's giving you insane back shots. watching him drag his dick along the swell of your ass before finally giving you what you want, one hand kneading at the swell of your cheek while the other holds the camera
his favorite videos to make are blowjob videos, with your between his legs struggling to take his entire length, he'll normally coo a "you can do it baby, i know you can" and laughs under his breath when you gag or tears prick your eyes
the videos that get the most views are of him eating you out because it's the rare occasion where fans can kind of see his face. the way you push his white streak back, exposing his forehead and those dark eyebrows. the comments go crazy about his blue eyes when he looks up at you with his tongue in your cunt, the bridge of his nose pressing into your clit
anyway you guys are super popular and have a huge following 🥰
