⤷ brat!jason todd x f!reader
content.ᐟ 18+, sadism/masochism, sub!jason todd, dryhumping, lil crying, praise, degradation, cums in his boxers, swearing, pets names (baby, good boy), the freak likes being pathetic !!!!
jason is being a fucking prick.
he's sprawled on the couch in your shared apartment, looking entirely too comfortable for someone who just spent the last hour testing every single one of your nerves. you've been trying to get him to actually rest, to let you clean the grime and the blood off his skin from patrol, but he's been nothing but stubborn. he's giving you one word answers and that lopsided, annoying smirk that makes you want to slap him. you're sitting next to him, and he's deliberately squirming, making your job harder.
"jason, for the last time, just sit still so I can finish," you mutter, your fingers trembling slightly as you hold the antiseptic cloth to a particularly nasty scrape on his ribs.
he lets out a hutt of a laugh, leaning back on the cushions to watch you work, his eyes hooded and teasing. "You're so bossy," he draws out, his voice raspy. he deliberately shifts his weight, making it harder for you to reach him, just to watch your jaw tighten. "maybe if you weren't so high strung, you'd actually enjoy this".
it's like he's hunting for a reaction. the sick fuck gets off on it, the arguing.
"jesus christ, jason," you mutter, pinching the bridge of your nose. You close your eyes, taking a deep, stabilizing breath in a desperate effort not to blow up on him. "just. be. still." you say through gritted teeth, anger bubbling up in your chest.
that smirk you hate so much doesn't leave his face. he loves the way you're looking at him like he's a problem that needs solving. "what if I don't?" he challenges. he's already chubbing up in his pants, the annoyance rolling off of you is like an aphrodisiac for him.
you're done with him being a brat, the way he's been poking and prodding at your patience for the last hour just to see when you'll snap. It's working, obviously. without thinking, your arm comes up and your hand connects with his cheek.
it was a bit harder than you meant it to be, the crack of the slap echoes off the walls. his head whips to the side. for a second, there's nothing but the sound of your own heavy breathing.
he slowly brings a hand up to touch the reddening skin, his fingers grazing the spot you hit, almost like he's savoring it. you start to apologize, but the words die in your throat when he finally looks up at you.
his eyes are half-lidded, and his lips are parted as he breathes heavy. "fuck," he mutters, almost pathetically. without even trying to hide it, his hand drops down to cup and palm at himself through his pants. he never breaks eye contact.
and the annoyance is right back. "seriously, jay?" you stand up, crossing your arms over your chest, staring at him in disbelief. though, you're not actually that surprised. "you're really getting off on this?"
he rasps a small, "mmm", not caring to agree or disagree. he reaches out, his large hands wrapping around your wrist with a desperate, clumsy grasp, and he pulls you downward.
the slap was really all he needed, he was acting like a dick so you would give him what he wants.
he pulls you next to him, already starting to paw at your tits through your shirt, nuzzling up to you like a needy puppy.
"oh my god," you scoff, looking down at him. he’s a mess, hair mussed, cheek flushed a deep red from your hand, eyes glazed and unfocused. he looks less like red hood and more like a starving animal. "so much for the big, tough vigilante. all i did was slap you"
a low whine vibrates in his throat at the insult. he doesn't even fight the words, his forehead dropping to rest against your shoulder. he's sooo quick to position his crotch to touch your thigh. he starts to move, frantically humping against your leg, his hands gripping at your hips.
you can't help but roll your eyes at his needy mewling. "is that what you want, jay? to be humiliated?" you reach down to grip his chin, forcing him to look up at you while he continues to grind his clothed cock into your thigh.
"please," he chokes out, his hips jerking upward in a desperate, uncoordinated motion. He’s panting now, his face warm and already starting to sweat. you think he must've been really pent up to be this hot and bothered from just humping your leg. "please, baby... just... let me..."
his movements are becoming faster, more uncoordinated as he tries to find some kind of release. he looks up at you, his eyes pleading for you to finally give him what he’s been begging for.
"look at you," you murmur, your fingers digging into his chin to keep his eyes locked on yours. "acting like a dog just because you got a little sting on your cheek. you're so pathetic, jason."
that almost makes him cum, he lives for you degrading him, as long as you let him touch you.
"yeah... yeah, I am," he rasps, his voice completely stripped of its usual confidence. he sounds small, he sounds desperate. "just... please. don't stop. don't stop looking at me like that."
he’s so close, his breath coming in short, jagged gasps that make your cunt clench around nothing, despite your amusement at how stupid he looks.
"please, baby," he chokes out, his eyes blowing wide as he nears the edge. he’s completely at your mercy, a mess of heat and need. "let me cum. just- just let me cum for you. please."
you watch him for a second longer, enjoying the way he's begging for your attention, before you finally give in. you slide your hand down from his chin, letting your palm press firmly against his bulge, adding just enough pressure to drive him over the edge.
jason lets out a sound that is entirely too loud for the quiet apartment a high, a keening noise that sounds almost like a sob, making your palm fly up to cover his mouth. the tears that were brimming his eyes the whole time he was rutting against you fall down his flushed cheeks.
his whole body jolts, his hips slamming hard against your thigh in one final, desperate thrust. his eyes squeeze shut, splurting globs of his warm release in his boxers.
his breath is uneven as he slumps against you entirely, he's far too heavy sitting on top of you, wanting you to wrap your arms around him and tell him he did good. you let your palm fall from his mouth.
"there you go," you murmur, your voice softening just a fraction as you finally run your fingers through his messy hair. "such a good boy."
he lets out a long, shaky exhale against your skin at the praise, but that relief turns into a sort of panic when you deliberately grind your hips up against his, pressing into the damp, heavy heat of him.
"b-baby," he stutters, his eyes wide and a little glazed as he looks down at the dark, wet patch blooming on his pants. "m'sensitive..." he murmurs sheepishly.
"mhm..." you grin, not feeling even a little bit of sympathy. "maybe you should've thought about that before acting the way you did," you retort, grinding your hips against his again, making his breath hitch, an involuntary whimper slipping from his pretty lips.
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