I hate the way you talk to me and the way you cut your hair.
"Hey beloved." Damian spoke driving you to roll your eyes and once you laid eyes on him you couldn't help but notice his new hair cut. "You like it?" He smirked and you smiled uncontrollably.
"It suits you." You walked to him and he wrapped his arms around you.
"You suit me." He winked and you shook your head giggling. "I love your laugh L/N." He kissed your lips making you melt right in his arms.
I hate the way you drive my car.
"Dami you need to slow down." You yelled at him, he was going thirty miles over the speed limit and you were fucking terrified.
"Beloved, I know how to drive." He looked over me causing you to freak out.
"Damian, look at the road!" He smiled and continued to look at you before puckering his lips.
"Not until you give me a kiss." Your eyes were glued to the road as he drove perfectly fine but you weren't going to admit that. You quickly gave him a kiss before he smiled and looked at the road. You hated that he was cocky while driving.
I hate it when you stare.
"Your boyfriend is really creepy." Cassie spoke as you looked at her.
"Why?" She nodded towards Damian who was on the other side of the hall staring directly at you.
"He's practically eye fucking you, you know that right?" Cassie spoke and Damian's smile turned into small chuckles..
"Cassie!" You shook your head before slightly pushing her and looking back at Damian who was walking straight at you, his eyes not leaving you.
I hate your big dumb combat boots and the way you read my mind.
"Dami if you step on me one more fucking time, I swear." He chuckled and wrapped an arm around your shoulder. You hated his newly found shoes and you knew he wouldn't listen to you if you told him to stop wearing them.
"You don't like my boots, do you?" You looked up at him and a smile spread across your face before you laughed and shook your head.
"I hate them." He shook his head smiling back at you, he always knew what you were thinking without saying anything which is probably why you two always worked good together.
I hate you much it makes me sick; it even makes me rhyme.
"Dami just leave me the fuck alone!" You yelled from inside your room as he tried to get it.
"Beloved just let me in, please." Damian and you had got into it over something stupid but the way he yelled at you made your stomach turn and you swore it was going to come up.
"Damian I just need space away from your face so leave my place before I lace a knife and stab you with it." You growled out and you could hear his small chuckle on the other side of the door.
I hate it, I hate the way you're always right.
"I told you he was going to hurt you." Damian spoke as he cleaned the small wound on your arm.
"Yeah, yeah." You rolled your eyes and he chuckled.
"I swear if this was any worse I would not be laughing right now, you should have listen to me, but no, little miss Y/N always had to be right." You rolled your eyes once more knowing full well he was the one that was right one hundred percent of the time.
I hate when you make me laugh, even worse when you make me cry.
"Let's leave." Damian spoke and you looked at him. "Let's leave Gotham and never look back. Let's leave and start a new life somewhere else." You laughed and shook your head.
"Dami, you can't be serious." The laughter didn't stop and you could sense that something was off. "What's wrong?" Your laughter stopped when you saw him biting his lip, something he didn't do unless he was nervous.
"Get the hell away from her!" your friend spoke loudly as you looked back at him.
"what the hell is your problem?" You stopped him before he could get to Damian.
"he's robin!" Your heart stopped as you looked back at Damian's who's eyes were now on the floor.
"Damian." He looked up at you and his lips parted and you could feel the tears begin to pour as you ran to him slapping him across the face. "what?!" You yelled, feeling confusion run though your body..
I hate it when you lie.
"All this fucking time!" You pushed him back. "All this time, you were robin. making excuses, leaving me. it all makes sense!" You pushed him once more and he grabbed your face.
"Beloved, please. Listen to what I have to say." He spoke softly.
"No! You're a liar, did you even care about me at all Dami?" He nodded his head. "Beloved, no all of this, all we have, it's real." The tears in your eyes were uncontrollable.
"I don't even know what to believe anymore." You whispered out.
I hate it that you're not around, and the fact that you didn't call.
"Y/N come on, you can't mope around over someone who lied to you for about...years!" Your friends voice echoed through the room.
"Just leave me alone." You covered your head with your cover and you hated to admit it but you missed him terribly. You looked at your phone trying to see if he had called, if he had texted but he didn't and that only made you cry even more.
But mostly I hate the way I don't hate you. Not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all.
"I should hate you, I should hate you for everything you did to me." You shoved Damian back. "But I can't." Your eyes met his. "I love you Damian, I know I should hate you but I just can't." His body moved quickly to yours as he grabbed your face smashing his lips onto yours.
"I love you too Beloved." He whispered against your lips.
→ description: Wally and reader saying pick up lines to each other.
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You were just standing at the bar, minding your own business, enjoying your vodka lemon while Dick was chatting up Barbara nothing but an arm's length away from you. The level of grossness had increased over the amount of drinks Dick and Barbara had consumed, yet both of them seemed to have an incredible resistance for alcohol, unlike you. And you had been listening to the two of them getting it on very well, to your utmost regret. After a while, you had just managed to shut out their voices and the flirtatious words they were whispering to each other, when another recognizable voice sounded from behind you.
"Are you a thief of air?" the man asked. "Because you just took my breath away."
You swirled around, looking directly into Wally west's green eyes. "You really believe that line is going to help you get laid?" you asked in return, placing your hands in the pockets of his jeans as you leaned in for a kiss.
At the last moment, Wally pulled back, a teasing smile playing along the sides of his lips. "I'm sorry," the man hummed amused with his low voice. "Kiss me if I'm wrong, but the world is flat, right?"
"Oh my god," you were shaking your head. You could feel a slight buzz in your brain from the vodka you had been drinking. Wally's teasing was just too much for you in your alcohol-induced state. "Have you been practicing those at home? Is that what you have been doing in the mirror?"
Wally grinned, noticing how unsteady you were after spending hours with Dick, who never seemed to get drunk no matter how much beer she chugged. "Are you a baked potato?" he asked, ignoring your previous mockery. "Because you're hot." His hands were on your waist, and he slowly pulled you closer, moving his mouth toward your ear. Quietly, so that only you could hear, he added, "And I want to eat you."
You giggled foolishly and wrapped your arms around his neck, letting your hands go through his ginger hair. Never had he smelled better. The touch of his body burned through you, and you wanted nothing more than him.
"Hey, babe," Wally said to you, creating some regrettable distance between the two of you so that he could look at you. He was smiling widely. He seemed glad that drunk you appreciated his improper jokes. "Give me your best pick up line."
You didn't have to think for long. "Wally," you said, placing your hands on his cheeks. "I love you."
Even in the dark lights of the bar, Wally visibly blushed. His face flushed the color of a bright red tomato, and it was obvious for everyone to see. "Y/N, that's not a pick up line," he argued weakly, his fingertips digging into your waist.
You laughed loudly. "But it worked, didn't it?"
Wally, who was still blushing, basically gasped. He took your head in his hands and wasted no time to finally, properly, kiss you. "Yes."
→ description: this fic is based on a episode of yj (s1 ep9) where the team goes to bylia and loses their memories, but reader has a twist in a events.
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I tried looking around for anything that could identify where I was, i looked around my surroundings. I was in the desert.
The cruel sun beat down, it's one malevolent eye unblinking, and the sky was it's co-conspirator with not even a wisp of cloud to soften the harsh rays. The lizards took shelter in the shadows of the rocks where the sand was not hot enough to roast them, but there was no shade large enough for us. Each step sunk into the searing sand, the air was thick and hazy, each breath like drowning in larva.
I felt some shuffling, The shuffling was coming from the other side of me. I turn my head to see a familiar face. "Thank god" I whine in my head.
"R-Robin? Is that you?" I questioned unsurely, rubbing my forehead. "Since when do you call me-" Robin was interrupted by a loud truck sound in the background heading towards us. Robin quickly grabbed my hand, sneaking us over for cover hiding behind one of the hills in deserts landscape. We kept our eyes open from this new surroundings, as trunks and army men were traveling around the area.
"Thanks for that" I said giving him a warm smile of gratitude, Robin returned it with a silly grin like he'd just won a prize. I glance down at our hands, he was still holding my hand. I looked at him with one eyebrow raised with a questionable look.
"Hmmm, you okay. Your still holding my hand" I asked giving a nervous laugh.
"You've never minded before" Robin says, quickly letting go of our hands, turning his attention to the new area we weren't familiar with. I just brushed it off at a awkward moment.
"Thoses are Byalian republican Army uniforms," Robin recognises "What are Byalian soldiers doing in.." Robin Actives the computable map located on his wrist.
"Byalia." I read with him.
"Okay, better question what are we doing in Byalia," Robin recorrected himself. His eyes traveled down the map. "In September, what happened to March!?," I leaned over his shoulder taking a better look. "More like what happened to January" I commented back.We've missed seven months, Well I've missed seven months. What happened in them seven months for me? Something big obvious I'm wearing this bloody itchy suit!
"Wait, January? You don't remember anything that happened in March?" He asked with a worried expression plastered on his face. I answered shaking my head, he looked down not able to say anything.
"What, what happened in March" I asked in curiosity.
"Nothing we need to worry about right now. We'll get our memories back" Robin reassured me.
"We better radio Batman" Robin told me, moving his hand to ear to contact Batman. Until I reminder him "Remember what Batman said, maintain radio silence at all times" I repeated in a deep tone, mimicking Batman.
"Or not" Robin replied, letting out a chuckle at My impression of Batman.
My eyes travel to a small rock that caught my attention. "Hey, look over there" I point out, putting a hand on Robin's shoulder showing him my findings.
My eyes turn to Robin noticing a light blush across his face as I remove my hand from his shoulder. "Good job Y/N" Robin says to me, spotting the small findings running over to it with him.
"Looks like the super man symbol" Robin states, picking it up from the small rock it was placed on taking at better glance.
"Weren't not alone out here" I stammered. I could tell Robin saw how scared I was, but I mean why wouldn't I be? Weren't stuck in the middle of the desert alone for all I know.
"it's going to be okay, we'll find out why were here first." He reassured me.
Robin wrapped an arm around my shoulders and pulled me close, gently rubbing my arm. Despite the heaviness in my stomach, it fluttered at the feeling of my body pressed against his. I sunk into the warmth of his side, appreciative of the simple gesture. His touch made my smile warmer somehow, I knew everything felt as it was going to be alright.
Soon after, it became night fall. Robin and I found ourself chasing after a GPS marker that was located yet in the middle of the Byalian desert. Why? Wouldn't know, memory lose. We continue running up this hill with what stamina we had left. As I made my way up the hill, I could feel that my shins and my thighs were starting to burn. I stood there taking it all, the Sunlight paints My lips and hair thats plays over my suit, alighting softly on my skin. Sunlight gives my eyes just the right glimmer as she drops them to her shoes.
I saw Robin continue to run forward without me not realising I'm not beside him. Robin looked at for me "Hey! You coming" he called out, waving a hand over at me. I gave him a simple nod answering him.
"I wish I could remember why I put a GPS marker here" Robin said, checking his computable map, As we were running ahead.
"Same" I sniggered back at his response.
Robin and I reach the location where the marker was planted, Robin quickly spots what looks like a [self] storage unit, he grabbed my hand once again pulling us to the side for cover.
"huh, guessing that's why" Robin turns to me forcing his attention to me for a second. "Do you really not remember what happened I March? Better question do you remember March?" He recorrected himself.
"No" I give him my honest straight answer.
Robins pops his head up soon after mine, checking if they're in the clear. Our eyes lead to one thing our the [self] storage unit. He gives me a nod, we both jumped over in sync the large rock we were hiding over. We both start heading towards it. Suddenly bunch of Amy men appeared from the ground surrounding us with loaded guns pointing it right at us, one of them men started to speak another language giving the men orders. Robin threw a gas bomb causing a black smoke to appear, sneaky knocking them out with his combat skills throwing along his Wing-Dings which had their own style shaded like a bird. I thought I would join in on the fun, I created a ball of red energy in my hands shooting two at once causing the men to knock down each time I shoot.
Soon, the smoke began to fade making it a clearer shoot for the men.The gun men decided to team up on me while Robin was dealing with his our, 4 men began shooting all heavy fire at me. I created another ball of white energy but this time not shooting at them..yet. I then began to spread out the power energy creating a forcefield protecting myself. I let go for the power energy that was creating my forcefield, the power energy only zapped out enemies leaving Robin, of course safe. Well I thought, before more men appeared behind us ,shooting their guns pointed straight at us. Robin moved back with his acro abilities pulling a layout [gymnastic skill]
Then in a flash, kid flash turned up with his super speed grabbing all the guns leaving the men defenceless easily taking them out with a few combat skills by Robin and power shoots created by my white energy. There were still a couple other men waiting to be taken out but not by us, A green skinned girl behind us pushed them with her power abilities which was not a familiar face. And then yet another a unfamiliar face, a blonde girl shoot an arrow at the last men standing.
"KF" Robin called out to Kid flash, giving him a welcome handshake. "Good to see another familiar face"
"Hey buddy" I say to Kid flash placing my hand on his shoulder. "Hey Rob and Y/N, memory lose?" Kid flash questioned. As I took my hand off Kid flash's shoulder in surprise for once Wally not flirting with you, I guess the hey beautifuls are over.
"6 months" Robin replied. "Seven for me!" I told them, throwing my hands up. "And Since when don't you call me beautiful my my first name?" I asked, thinking this new blonde girl is the next victim.
"Well you know, when Robin and you started going ou-" He was interrupted by Robin elbowing him in the gut. "Dude" Kid flash groaned in pain, rubbing where Robin elbowed him.
Robin quickly changed the topic "Let's honk tie theses creepy and compare notes" I chortled a Robins remark.
When soon learned this green skinned girl was the hold of our me memories, she was a Martian real name M'agann Morse. She explain to us we were all team mates working on the justice league aka Batman.
"So we're a team" Robin repeated the information Miss Martian was telling us.
"The 5 of us including Superboy" Miss Martian tells us.
"Ferrell boy, he attacked us" Kid flash stated. I glance a him, saying "He didn't know who were"
"I don't know who we are" Artemis adds to my sentence.
"We need our memories back" Artemis finished.
Miss Martian places her hands on her head and her eyes turning white summoning her powers. We appear in what seems like a Miss Martians mind. All bits and pieces of memories were seen everywhere but they weren't full memories, I guess we all were the key for that. After Artemis not wanting us through her personal thoughts she finally gave in because of the top flirt of them all Wally, I guess he found someone for his tricks to work on. Miss Martian went through our minds sharing our memories along to everyone, recovering them.
𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐃 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍; After Everyone was snapped back to realisation, they all remember the memory them shared. "Aqualad" The team said together except Y/N. "What happened next" Robin Asked, as he walked over to stand by Y/N's side. "I don't know, that's all we remember" Miss Martian answered.
Y/N was starting to feel well, she lost the colour from her face. It was as if her heart had suddenly stopped beating and all the blood had run down into her shoes. She swayed for just a moment before Robin caught her and lowered her to the ground.
Y/N had waken on the bio ship, The bio ship felt rocky on her stomach but that wasn't the problem she felt as if a rock had hit her head multiple times her wanted to throw up. She was placed on one of the emergency bed from when you suffer from a injury. Y/N tried to reach to get back up but was gently pushed back down, she couldn't see what pushed her back down because her eyes were fuzzy from where she fell.
"You should get some rest" She didn't need to see to recognise the voice.
"Robin, I'm fin-e" her voice cracked at the end.
"You fainted and your telling me your fine" Robin chuckled of how stubborn Y/N was.
"I don't remember" Y/N mumbled but loud enough for him to hear. Robin get out a sigh "i thought so, but don't worry we're working on it" Robin told her.
Once they got back to the cave Y/N didn't know where she was going it was a whole new surrounding to her, she was mainly the one who gave the tours when new members join because she lived here but not only that she spent the most time here. When Artemis and Zatanna joined she was the one who volunteered to show them around, Y/N knew the place inside out. So it was weird to everyone being the one to show her around until they can find away to fix this problem. M'gann and Y/N lived just a door away to each other so M'gann was the one to show her to her room.
"Welcome, well..to your room" M'gann said cheerfully. In them couple of months Y/N's interests had changed, she wasn't seeing trophies and picture frames she was only seeing books on mystic arts and photos on the walls. It was strange to her to see how much she's changed in that period of time.
By this time, it was about 3 in the morning. "I should leave you to your rest, goodni-morning Y/N" M'gann began to leave at the door frame but then stopped.
"Hey, Wait!" She said, began M'gann made it out the door. M'gann stopped turning back to Y/N.
"What's the relationship between me and Robin?" She asked in a curious matter.
"Why don't you ask him?" M'gann snickered, closing the door behind her.
That night Y/N didn't go, she couldn't stop thinking about Robin. She wanted to ask him herself but he didn't live at the cave, honestly Y/N felt a little lonely. Y/N wanted to see Robin but who knew where the secret mystery boy lived. She remember living at home with her parents. did something happen to them? Thoughts of such run through her mind. For Robin he couldn't stop thinking of her too, he only wondered if she would remember "them" again. He missed her a lot.
After a week has past, Robin made it his personal mission to help Y/N. He was working with Zatanna to work some of her incantations spells [backwards] to snap you out of it. Zatanna was one of Y/N's good friends so she happily agreed to restore her memories especially because Y/N didn't remember Zatanna at all and she wanted her friend back. After some practice and preparing Zatanna was Ready, the studying and hours would finally play off.
"Well let's just hope this works" Zatanna stammered, standing up from the mess of books and notes scattered around the room.
"It will, it has too" Robin replied, standing up too.
Robin and Zatanna made their way to Y/N's rooms, holding their notes and findings. They stood outside of Y/N's door wait for who knocks first. Zatanna gave Robin a 'come on' look, Robin sigh reaching his hand to the metal door knocking. Y/N welcomed them in knowing why their here. She helped them set up, the set up was a candle layout 3 candles on each side of the table with a black place mate, Zatanna lit the candles getting ready to start.
"Okay, you ready" Zatanna checked.
"Too late now" Y/N replied, rubbing her palms nervously.
"pǝɹoʇsǝɹ sǝᴉɹoɯǝɯ" The candles blow out scaring Y/N, she felt a tingling go down her spine causing a shiver. Robin and Zatanna exchanged looks seeing if it worked. Robin walked over at the silence magic user. "Y/N?" He Whispered.
"I'm back wonder boy" Y/N grinned knowing he hated that nickname.
"We've missed you, I've missed you" Robin confesses. Y/N moves her head closer to Robin's ,He frozen, from both fear and excitement. She leans in, so her foreheads rests against his. They close their eyes. Both their breaths are shaking.
"I thought you wouldn't remember," he says in barely more than a whisper.
"How could i?" She replies, her voice low and husky.
"I'd never forget you" Her voice wavers, exhilarated from the tension between them. Y/N gently leans in and kisses Robin's warms lips. They pull apart and take shaky, shallow breaths
"Lets keep this to PG to a minimum" the young speedster says in the background
→ pairing: Jason Todd x reader
→ genre: smutty, some fluff
→ warnings: smut, unprotected sex, cussing
→ Prompt: “My boyfriend just fucked my brains out on our dining table and I'm having difficulty in breathing right now”
Slamming the front door behind him Jason twisted your body round to face him, his jaw clenched impossibly tight with anger as his eyes searched your face. Despite the fact you'd been together almost four years now, he still became irrationally jealous over the smallest of interactions with other men. You'd met Jason one Saturday night in your favourite club in Seoul, a middle aged man had tried to flirt with you and buy you a drink but to tell you the truth his presence had you on edge; and a tall, dark and handsome stranger managed to salvage the by situation; acting as your jealous boyfriend who demanded to talk to you outside.
Of course when the two of you made it outside the club he lit up a cigarette and admitted he was watching you most of the night, and couldn't help but notice how uncomfortable you looked around the older man. Any normal woman would feel invaded if someone had admitted to visually stalking them all night, but he seemed harmless. He was beautiful, mysterious and frankly the most charming man you'd ever encountered. The strangers name was Jason Peter Todd, he was the adoptive son of Bruce Wayne. you couldn't believe your luck when he asked you out that night, he was possibly everything you'd ever wanted in a significant other.
But the jealous boyfriend act wasn't just an act anymore.
"What the fuck was that?" He almost hissed through clenched teeth, his large hands squeezing your shoulders firmly as his hot alcohol stained breath hit your face, the smell of Sambuca earning your stomach to churn with nausea.
"What was what?" You raised your voice louder than his, brows raised and eyes wide with feigned surprise, this was the third time he'd lost it over the self and same thing. Only this time his anger wasn't caused by some stranger in a bar, this time it was personal.
Jason scoffed in response, shaking his head in disbelief as he left your frame, wandering over to the dining table where he flattened his hands down onto the wooden surface. His broad back faced you as his body hunched over the oak table, his head dipped low as an exasperated sigh ripped from his heaving chest.
"Do you want to leave me? Is that it?"
"Stop being ridiculous, all I did was say hello to him." You defended yourself as you kicked off your heels, referring to your ex boyfriend who had surprised you both by attending the same party at your ex’s place that night. Deciding to be the bigger person you smiled and played nice to your ex lover, however Jason didn't seem to understand the prospect of merely playing nice.
"The way he looked at you..." He whispered, his once flat hands now balled fists pressing hard against the table.
"Do you still have feelings for him?"
His question caught you off-guard and you found yourself stumbling over rushed words as fell from your mouth.
"What? Why would-, I'm with you... We've been together for nearly four years... Why would I still-" You stopped, completely dumbfounded by his sudden interrogation.
"Jason do you really think I'd be with you if I had feelings for another man?" He didn't respond.
The two of you stood not facing each other in complete silence, the only sound to be heard the sudden ringing of your phone in your favourite Chanel clutch bag, a Christmas gift from Jason last year. Fumbling to get to it in time your stomach dropped at the unknown number, who would call at this time of night?
"Hello?" You answered, not bothering to look at Jason who had turned his body to look at you, leaning his body against the table as he eyed your body curiously.
"Y/N? Hey! I know it's late but I asked around for your number so I could call, is this a bad time?" Your ex asked, his words slurred with champagne ad flirtation.
"What do you want?" You sighed, fingertips pinching the bridge of your nose as you imagined the fury that must be burning inside your boyfriend right now, without even looking at him you could sense how tense he'd suddenly become.
"I was just wondering if you're free to grab a drink? We could go to that bar near your apartment we always used to go! I really miss you..." His voice sounded sincere, though you didn't possess feelings for him anymore; you were madly in love with Jason and he would never stand a chance, everybody knew that. Well almost everybody.
"Actually I have a boyfriend-, I moved in with him last year so I'm not really um, close to that bar anymore..." You explained, nervously chewing your lower lip as you felt Jason's presence creep up behind you, his strong arms snaking round your waist as his toned chest moulded perfectly against your back, his chin resting on your free shoulder.
"Who cares about him? I'll send you an uber." Your ex sniggered over the phone, he truly was disgusting.
Before you had time to react Jason was slowly sliding down the zipper to your party dress, carefully removing the material from your shoulders until the dark fabric pooled your bare feet, leaving you in your black lacy panties and strapless bra you'd warn especially for him. Jason chuckled smugly at the sight before him, a wave of pride washing over him as you struggled to speak to the man on the phone.
"Uhh-" You stumbled over your words, the sudden growing anticipation in your stomach making it somewhat impossible to forge a coherent sentence.
"Look, I have a boyfriend and uh-, I don't want to go for drinks with you." You gulped as Jason began peppering small wet kisses along your jawline, up to your earlobe and down the side of your neck, his hands gripping at your hips tight enough to leave bruises for weeks.
"Baby c'mon, it's just one drink! I won't tell if you don't..."
Jason scoffed quietly between planting kisses across your skin, his growing erection pressing into the top of your ass eagerly as he gripped your hips even harder, carefully walking your body over to the dining table.
"The answer is no, and please... Don't call me again." You spat before hanging up the phone, slamming it down beside you on the table.
"I hope you didn't hurt his feelings too much." Jason murmured sarcastically in your ear, the vibrations from his low voice sending you into a lust fuelled frenzy. Excitement warmed your abdomen as his body got impossibly closer, his muscular thighs pressing into the back of your legs as he pushed your body forward, your stomach now resting flat against the cold wood.
"I'm the only one who can get you all worked up like this, and don't you fucking forget it." Jason sank to the floor and began kissing his way up your legs, occasionally taking the flesh between his teeth and sucking until faint purple bruises flowered your skin.
The higher he got, the damper your panties became. It never failed to surprise you just how easy it was for him to get you into this state, even if you tried to hide it. His breath got dangerously close to your womanhood as his lips landed on your inner thigh, using his hands to pull your legs apart to give him better access. A loud gasp escaped your mouth and filled the air as Jason planted one, open mouthed kiss directly over your heat, the only thing separating his lips from your core being the now soaking black lacy underwear.
"Shit... You're so wet." He hummed with pride, hooking his long fingers into the waistband of your panties before dragging them down your legs agonisingly slow. The heat of his hands landed back onto your shins where he massaged the soft muscles in his palms, taking longer than usual to get to the point as he wanted to make sure you knew exactly who you belonged to; he had always been the jealous type from the moment you met him, but this was something new.
His slender fingers crawled their way up to your thighs, his cold Rolex resting against your burning skin as he gripped them tightly, his nails carelessly digging into you. You could feel his eyes burning onto your glistening core and your mouth practically watered at the thought of what he must've looked like, staring up at how aroused you'd become, how aroused he'd made you.
Suddenly you felt Jason hot breath kiss your waiting womanhood, the sensation earning you to huff impatiently as he chuckled darkly beneath you, his hands finding their way to your ass where he groped the flesh harshly.
"Did he ever touch you like this, hm?" He cooed quietly as he stood up, pulling you up with him so he could attack your neck with needy kisses, his hands unclasping your bra in one smooth movement before haphazardly tossing it to the other side of the room.
"Jason..." You sighed, a deadly battle between irritation and burning desire fighting for dominance inside you. He knew you hated it when he asked such questions because you knew full well he wouldn't like the answers you provided, but still he continued to ask almost four years later.
"Yes." You breathed after a beat of silence, he already knew everything about your past relationships, but he wasn't asking out of curiosity anymore; this was a competition to him.
There was something about you being completely naked whilst he was fully dressed that you loved, at the beginning of your relationship he quickly took to being the dominant one in the bedroom and this was far from unusual; he knew you liked it almost as much as he did. The way his black denim jeans rubbed against your bare skin with each of his movements only reminded you of your place in the bedroom, to any outsider Jason was a sweet, polite and charming young man; but to you he was the only man who could make you come undone in a matter of seconds, dominating you entirely until you were begging for him to fuck you, despite him being younger than you.
"Did he like it? I bet he loved seeing you all naked and desperate." He asked calmly, his teeth tugging on your earlobe as his hands found their way to your breasts, taking both nipples between his forefinger and thumbs where he pinched the hardening nubs lightly, sending a tidal wave of pleasure throughout your body. You could feel Jason smirk into your skin, satisfied at the quiet sigh that escaped your lips.
"Yes." You whispered, biting down on your lip to suppress a moan that threatened to escape, he always knew exactly what to do. He quickly brought his hands to his mouth where he licked the fingers he'd used to pleasure you, immediately putting them back to their use. The new found slickness of his fingertips grazing and pinching your nipples was sending you crazy, your core was burning and pulsating with anticipation; you couldn't remember the last time you were this turned on.
"Did you like it? Did you like it when he touched you like this?" His voice was husky and thick with lust, but as the king of self control you knew he wouldn't cave until he'd had his fun with you first. Moving his hands down to your hips he gripped them tightly, cool air replaced his fingertips on your damp nipples, it was strangely satisfying and your body was trembling with desire, despite the fact you hadn't even looked at him yet.
"I did." You tried to emphasise the past tense of the phrase before Jason used your hips to twirl you round to face him, ass pressed up against the dining table as you locked eyes for the first time.
His hooded eyes were dark with need as they drank in your bare skin, his jaw was tight and his lips pursed together in a thin line. Bringing his thumbs up to his mouth again he kitten licked them once prior to swiping them across your nipples once more, not once breaking eye contact with you. A smug smirk tugged at his lips as he watched your back arch involuntarily, making your breasts look entirely sinful as they almost pressed up against his fully dressed frame.
Fumbling with the zip on his favourite black bomber jacket you eventually managed to separate the two sides, and to your surprise Jason didn't mind you tugging it off his body and throwing it somewhere behind him. You began creeping his black shirt up his body, revealing his muscular tanned torso in the process; you spent a moment to marvel in his chiselled beauty before ridding him of that too, leaving him shirtless yet somehow composed as he continued to pinch and twist your sensitive nubs.
"I want you." You desperately tried your luck as his tousled black locks tickled the skin between your fingers, he'd always loved having his hair played with and pulled; it was just about the only thing you had over him. In response Jason pulled away from you momentarily to unbuckle his leather belt and unzip his jeans before grasping the hair on the back of your neck to pull you towards him, crashing his mouth to yours.
His lips pressed roughly against yours with urgency, not sparing a moment before his tongue danced with yours rhythmically, the kiss was hard and aggressive, and everything you wanted it to be in that moment. He occasionally took your bottom lip between his teeth and tugged harshly, probably hard enough to draw blood but you were so unbearably aroused that you didn't care. Gripping your hair tightly with one hand he began palming himself with the other, desperation rumbling wildly inside his body as your needy sighs and breathy moans filled his mouth. It wasn't long before he quickly pulled your head back away from his, the sudden jolt making you audibly wince in pain, he diverted his lips to the skin between your neck and collarbone where he sucked roughly at the skin, being sure to leave marks for the entire world to see who you belonged to.
"Then show me how much you want me." He practically groaned into the crook of your neck before releasing his grip, allowing you to sink to your knees with ease.
Not wasting any time you fell to the ground, tugging his boxers and trousers down just enough to allow his painfully hard member to spring free, slapping his equally hard abdomen. It always surprised you just how big it was, length and girth wise; he was by far the biggest you'd ever had, and without a doubt definitely the best too. You spat in the palm of your hand, a smug smile tugging at your lips at how Jason had murmured something that sounded exactly like 'so fucking dirty' before slowly pumping his shaft. Once it felt wet enough you took him into your mouth, until the tip hit the very back of your throat, still twisting the base with your hand as you hollowed your cheeks, looking up at him through long eyelashes as you sucked his cock.
"Fuck-, Ah-" He kicked his head back as he squeezed his eyes shut tight, your throat swallowing around him quickly removing any apathy from his stubborn features. With your lips around him, you could practically feel his resolve deteriorate; there was no way he could deny how badly he wanted you now.
"Fucking-, Y/N-, mmh shit-, you're so good with that pretty little mouth." He knew how much you liked to be praised, always telling you how good he felt as he expected the same reward from you. It was a very give and take sexual relationship, and to tell you the truth neither of you knew how to be quiet.
Jason's large hand rested on the back of your head as he gripped your hair, pulling your mouth up and down himself as he carefully worked his way up to his desired speed, groaned profanities and repeated moans of your name filled the air until he was eventually ramming himself all the way to the back of your throat, the sensation causing your eyes to start burnning and follow with salty water. He loved it when you let him fuck your mouth, especially when you'd keep sucking and swallowing around him like you were.
"Y/N... Ahh, fuck-" A guttural moan tore from his throat once you removed your hand, taking his entire length in your mouth as you sucked harder, proving to him how much you needed him. Moaning around him you watched as his face scrunched up in a state of euphoria, the vibrations from your throat almost sending him over the edge. He gripped your hair impossibly tighter and yanked you away from his throbbing length, lifting your body up to face him as he pulled up his boxers.
"Did you ever do that to him, hm?" He growled, his forehead beginning to bead with sweat which in turn caused his hair to stick to his skin. Panting for air, he shifted both hands down to you ass where he gripped tightly, lifting you off the floor in one swift movement and placing you down onto the dining table.
"Yes, but I only like doing it to you." You whispered seductively, pressing your lips to his thick neck.
"Did he do this?" Jason asked as he snaked an arm between your bodies, the other on your hip holding you in place on the table, he used a finger to spread your arousal from your entrance to your throbbing bundle of nerves, repeating the process in sinful figures of eight. Before you could catch it, a drawn out breathy moan fell from your lips as you lolled your head back in bliss.
"Well?" He asked again.
"Y-yes." You whispered, the pad of his finger now circling your clit with just the right amount of pressure to drive you absolutely crazy. His tone was calm and soft, yet something darker lingered beneath his words, something dangerous. Your eyes shot open in shock as he pushed two fingers inside you, immediately curling them upward to hit your G-spot repeatedly as he pumped in and out.
"Jason!" Your back arched involuntarily as the new found pleasure spread your body, giving him better access to your breasts. He dipped his head to your right breast, taking your nipple between his teeth before pulling at the flesh, his warm mouth enclosing the skin as he sucked harshly; his fingers still fucking you roughly.
"Oh my god-" You sighed, bucking up your hips to meet his movements. He tilted his hand, allowing the base of his palm to hit against your clit every time he pressed against your sweet spot. The pleasure bubbling inside your stomach was borderline intolerable, you were so worked up that you knew it wouldn't be long before you reached your peak.
"Listen to how wet you are... You love it when I touch you like this don't you?" Jason asked smugly, his lips now scattering kisses and the occasional bite along your collarbone.
"Tell me how good it feels."
"It feels-" You were cut off by a long throaty moan ripping from your throat, the speed of your boyfriend's hand growing impossibly faster.
"It feels amazing." You managed to choke out, a white hot fire creeping it's way inside your stomach and pooling your tightening core.
"I'm-, I'm going to-"
"Come for me, come all over me. Fuck you're so dirty Y/N." Jason murmured as he kept up his pace, the only sounds filling the room being the downright pornographic slurps and squelches from your arousal and your loud falsetto scream as you came around his fingers. Slowing his movements into a gradual stop he withdrew his fingers from you, moving to your thighs where he pulled you to the very edge of the table.
"Do you still want me?" He stared at you with such a dark lustful gaze that your stomach flipped in anticipation, you loved how he had this kind of effect on you, and so did he. You nodded frantically, earning him to pull down his boxers with one hand just enough for his still painfully hard member to spring free before closing the distance between your bodies, his other hand keeping you from slipping off the surface.
"Please Jason..." You begged shamelessly, knowing how much he loved hearing you beg. Biting down on his lip he pumped himself a couple of times, precum leaking from his throbbing tip.
"Jason..." You whined impatiently.
With the sound of your voice ringing loudly in his ears, he pushed every hard inch of himself inside you, earning both of you to cry out in pleasure. He watched your face twist in pleasure as you threw your arms around his broad shoulders, nails digging into his toned upper bag.
"Oh my, god!" You cried out, kicking your head back in bliss.
He kissed the skin of your forearms that were closest to his face, snaking his right arm round your waist to support the small of your back, his other hand holding himself in place on the table. To begin with his thrusts were slow, yet powerful and painfully deep, you knew you'd have difficulty walking tomorrow but you didn't care. His thrusts were so hard that your body jerked and jolted every time he snapped his hips into you, each one of his movements knocked the air out of your lungs, leaving you a breathless mess in his arms.
"Fucking hell-" He muttered under his heavy breath, gripping onto you tighter before he increased his pace, leaving you whimpering in both pain and pleasure. Your eyes watered at the sensation of being drilled into so harshly, the tears running down your face only adding to Jason's progressively inflated ego.
"How are you so tight? Fuck-" He panted between lewd moans.
You could feel his large member rubbing the walls of your core as he pounded into you, his pace brutally fast and agonisingly hard, slamming himself in and out of you with no mercy. Removing his hand from your body he carefully pushed you down onto the table, until you were laying flat on your back; he relished in admiring your body sprawled out only for him, screaming his name out into the cool night air.
"Did he ever fuck you like this?" He asked, emphasising his words with a painfully hard string of thrusts that smacked against your cervix, winning an almost sob to rip from your throat as the familiar white hot fire pooled your abdomen once more, masked behind the soreness of your insides.
"No." You choked out the answer he demanded, eyes widening in shock and disappointment when he pulled out of you quickly, dragging you up to him by your weak arms. Carefully, he placed you down onto the ground, keeping his hands on your hips as neither of you trusted your limp tingling legs to hold your weight. He span your body round to the table, bending you over it before he delivered a ruthless spank against your asscheek, the loud slapping sound echoing throughout the room as well as your shocked gasp.
"Nobody can fuck you like I can, and don't fucking forget that." He repeated his warning words from earlier, lining himself up with your entrance before ploughing himself straight back into your sensitive heat, a shrill scream escaping your lips at how deep he was from this position, and he wasn't prepared to shy away from his previous speeds.
His thrusts were calculated and rough, his member simultaneously banging into your cervix and brushing against your G-spot with each movement, it was the ultimate cocktail of pain and pleasure, something most people would only read about in badly written books and never experience for themselves. Jason bit down on his lip hard at the sight of your ass, bouncing and jiggling with every one of his movements, soon enough he brought his hand down onto the other asscheek hard enough to bruise, winning you to yelp beneath him.
"You're so fucking tight-, mmh fucking hell-" He rasped, barely able to concentrate on anything other than your wet walls hugging his length so perfectly. The sound of his belt being pulled from it's intended loops made your ears perk up with excitement, it had been so long since he'd done something like this and you were dangerously close to your second high already.
Looping his belt loosely he draped it over your head before using the rest of the belt to pull your body back up against his, the leather hugged your bare skin as he pulled the tension even tighter, your head starting to daze from the lack of blood flowing to your brain. The only thing holding your body upright was the belt wrapped securely round your throat, cutting off your air supply as your lover choked you, and Jason's other hand grasping your hip to keep you in place as he pounded into you.
"Do you like this? Mmh, is this what you wanted? I bet you're going to come again soon aren't you." His head fell back in pleasure, your core beginning to tighten round his member as he pumped in and out of you, faster and harder than before. The belt constricted you from making any real response other than a string of light desperate mewls. Your vision started to blur as you felt your second high threaten to escape, lust and ecstasy surged through your core as you came around his relentless thrusts, completely hopeless; barely able to move, barely able to breath, just having to take it.
"Shit-" His rhythm faltered due to how tightly your walls clamped around him, but still continued to fuck you hard throughout your release, riding out your high with you until he spilled himself inside you with a long guttural groan, burying himself further into you as he came.
"Fuck..." He breathed, carefully removing the belt from round your neck, bending down to kiss the newly sore reddened skin.
Removing himself from you he quickly discarded of his jeans, carelessly kicking him off to a side with his shoes. He pulled up his boxers and whispered a quick 'be right back' before disappearing into your shared bedroom down the hall. Your legs were like jelly and you were certain you could still feel him slamming into your cervix, walking tomorrow was going to be downright impossible.
"Here..." Jason jogged back into the room with one of his oversized shirts and a cloth you used specifically to clean yourself up with when you were too tired, or too weak to shower. He crouched down behind you and swiped the fabric over your sensitive skin, a throaty chuckle emitting from his lips at your loud noise of disgust as your shared arousal began dripping down your inner thigh.
"Got it, come here you." You could hear his bright smile.
Barely managing to turn round you laughed at the state he'd managed to get you in, feeling like Bambi taking his first steps as you closed the distance between your figures, holding your arms up high in the air so he could slip his shirt over your worn out frame.
"I love you so much." You whispered, smiling lazily you caressed his sharp jawline and pulled his face closer to yours, your lips eventually colliding with a kiss much sweeter than the last one. His soft lips pressed gently against yours as his strong arms snaked round your middle, tracing tiny circles on the small of your back with his slender fingertips.
The peace was disturbed when your phone started to ring again, earning Jason to groan and pull away from you, he picked up the phone from the table and frowned at the unknown number, swiping the screen for you before placing it next to your ear, knowing full well you would be reluctant to remove your hands from round his neck.
"Hello?"
"Y/N hey, about earlier I just wanted-"
"My boyfriend just fucked my brains out on our dining table and I'm having difficulty in breathing right now so whatever you have to say is going to have to wait."
The laugh that escaped Jason's lips was so childlike and innocent, his nose scrunched up as he sniggered under his breath, it was almost impossible to believe he was the same Jason that had mercilessly fucked and choked you less than an hour ago. He ended the call and frowned at the screen before turning it off, a wide grin blanketing his features as he wrapped his arms round your curves.
"Apparently you had 17 missed calls from that number." He explained, kissing your temple.
"I guess we were too busy to hear them." You smiled equally as wide, your fingertips mindlessly playing with your boyfriends damp locks of hair.
"And you were screaming way too loud, there's no way we could've possibily heard them." You could practically taste the smugness lingering in his voice, he was so proud that he was the only man to ever get you into that state, your ex not even coming close.
"I guess you're right." You hummed, a content smile blanketing your features.
"And who made you scream that loud, hm?" He sounded amused.
"Take that off." Giggling to himself, Tim clasped onto the hat he'd stolen from you, holding it to his head to further tease you. You, who sat beside him at the lunch table, grumbled to yourself, desperately reaching out for the article of clothing.
"Come here and get it then," Tim's taunted, smirking down at you. Oblivious to the eyes that watched you, you set both your hands before you, pushing yourself up as you leaned over Tim, grabbing the hat off his head and holding it close to your chest. With a pout, you sat back down, frowning.
"I was just teasing you," Tim grinned, poking you in the cheek. You swatted his hand away, half-heartedly glaring at him as you set the hat back on your own head.
"I don't care," you grumbled, "you're annoying."
Tim only laughed at your insult, fulling away that you didn't mean it. With a wide grin, he turned back to his lunch, pausing when he caught the many pairs of eyes on him. You seemed to notice at the same time, and slowly glancing at one another, you frowned. "What?" Tim asked, raising a brow.
"You two are like a married couple," Jason rolled his eyes.
Flushing, your lips parted in bafflement. "We-We are not!"
"Uh, yes, you are," Dick grinned, mimicking Jason and rolling his eyes. Taking a bite of his sandwich, he shook his head. "Deny it all you want, but we all know it's true. You two act like a married couple."
"Damian?" You questioned, turning to the alpha. He glanced at both you and Tim, before shrugging apologetically.
"The two of you share disgusting affection towards each other, I already amused you were. Especially by that sight."
Blushing madly, you glanced over at Tim, panicked. "Tim?" You called, pulling his gaze on you. "Do you hear this?"
He nodded, "that actually reminds me." He begun, puzzling you. "Do you think we'd ever get married?"
Sputtering, you reared back, genuine shock flooding you. "Wh-What?" You exclaimed, feeling your cheeks grow even hotter, if that was possible. You didn't glare glance in the direction of the rest of the pack, afraid of what they'd say if you did. Instead, you kept your eyes on Tim, promptly baffled. "Tim-"
"How many dogs would we have?" He asked, as if you hadn't reacted the way you had. "Or would we have cats? How many? What about kids?" Pausing, he turned to you, meeting your eyes. "Are we having kids?"
"Tim," you mumbled, horrified and extremely embarrassed. "We aren't even dating."
Finally Tim stopped, pausing. His eyes trailed from your own, downwards and then he frowned. "I assumed we were."
"What?" Dick asked, eyes bulging. "You two are dating and you didn't tell us!"
"No!" You bellowed, "woah, no! I... I didn't even know we were dating." Narrowing your eyes, you turned to Tim. "What the hell are you even going on about, Tim? When did we start dating?"
Tim narrowed his eyes, as if in thought and then he shrugged. "We are so close, I just sort of assumed we were."
"He has a point," Jason shrugged, to which you glared at him.
"Tim, normally... if people are dating, both members of the party have to be aware. Which I was not." You pointed at yourself, cheeks still flushed.
"Is that my shirt?" Tim suddenly asked, baffling you further. Glancing down at yourself, you pulled at the hem of your shirt, glancing down at yourself. Sure enough, you were wearing Tim's shirt. "That is my shirt. See? You wear my clothes, we bicker like a married couple, that means we're dating."
Huffing, you crossed your arms over your chest. "We're not dating. Not if you can't even properly ask me out."
"Okay," Tim shrugged, "will you go out with me?"
You felt your jaw quite literally drop. The rest seemed just as surprised at Tim's sudden boldness, but even as you just stared at him, you couldn't help but feel a smile grow on your lips.
"Sure," you mumbled, turning away from him. Tim grinned, thoroughly amused by how embarrassed you were. Slowly, he turned back to his own food, but not without slipping his hand into yours under the table.
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