concentration / jason todd x f!reader 18+ reader gives Jason head for the first time
warnings: smut, oral (m receiving), inexperienced!reader, implied praise kink a/n: some head… some dome! if this not accurate sorry this is anecdotal
You eye Jason from your spot at the end of your couch. His hands gently knead at your ankles and lower calves, eyes fixed on the tv that plays some TV show. His head tilts to slightly to the left, eyes wide in concentration. A soft sigh leaves you lips and you shift to roll more onto your hip. “Hmm?” Jason hums, hand tightening around your ankle bone and his eyes sliding over to you.
“Nothing,” you say, propping your elbow up against the arm of the couch.
Jason scoffs lightly. “You’re gonna make me beg to get an answer?” He teases, tugging your ankle and dragging you down the couch. You yelp and Jason smirks and lets go of your legs to make grabby hands at you. “C’mere.”
He helps pull you up into a sitting position snd then into his side, green eyes peering down at you with a playful glower. “What’s wrong, baby?” He asks, arm slinging around your shoulders.
It’s so easy for you to melt into Jason like this, when you’re tucked into his side and he’s giving you his undivided attention, so you let your body go limp against him, sinking down until youre practically nestled in his armpit. One of your arms falls loosely over his abdomen, one hand resting on his stomach. “Nothing,” you murmur honestly. Jason looks down and mumbles an ‘ok’, his hand squeezing your shoulder.
“Kiss?”
You smile and sit up straighter and move onto your knees, arms loosely wrapping around Jason’s neck. His lips meet yours and his hands find purchase on your sides.
Soon enough you crawl onto his lap, settling your weight on him and arching your chest into his. Jason’s hand slide up and down your sides, hesitating when he reaches the hem of your shirt. The two do you haven’t yet had sex; the relationship is still new and you’re not ready to fully jump into that. That doesn’t mean you’re not attracted to him—it’s quite the opposite, actually.
“Jay,” you say quietly when you pull back from his lips.
“Yeah, baby?”
You blush at the petname and smooth your hands over his chest, eyes focused on his Adam’s apple. You let out a small breath as you softly rub his pecs, chewing on the corner of your bottom lip. Jason observes your silently, a small smile on his face at the way you avoid his gaze. “Gettin’ shy?” He asks, a big hand soothingly running up your back.
A deeper blush spreads across your cheeks. “Yeah…” you mumble, bunching the material up in your hands and releasing it. The words you want to say sit on the tip of your tongue, but you’re nervous to say them out loud.
“Tell me,” he encourages you gently, big hand still rubbing your back. You can faintly feel him under your lap and decide you’d rather just get this over with, and slip off his lap.
You push the coffee table out of the way before sinking to your knees in between his legs and settling your hands on his knees. Jason looks down at you with furrowed brows, confusion and apprehension in his features, but leans back against the couch cushions anyway. “I wanna try this,” you say, gesturing at his lap.
Jason licks his lips and stares down at you. You look up at him expectantly, a small, shy smile that lets some of your excitement slip through. “Baby, are you sure? You really don’t have to,” he says, leaning forward and placing his hand on your cheek.
“I’m sure. I’ll just need you help,” you say, smiling up at him in a way that makes his cock twitch. Jason runs a hand through his hair and lets out a breath when he leans back against the couch cushions once more.
“If you don’t want to do it anymore, just stop—it’ll be okay, you won’t hurt my feelings, alright? You don’t have to do it.”
You appreciate his empathy and understanding, but you’ve had your mind made up for a few days now. “I want to, Jason,” and you look him in the eyes when you say it so he knows you’re serious.
From his position above you, looking down at you while you look up at him with wide, eager eyes makes heat pool in his belly. “C’mere,” he grumbles, leaning down until his chest is flat against his legs to give you a kiss that sets your heart on fire. “You stop whenever you need to, alright?” He ask, a hand holding the back of your head.
You nod and he presses another quick kiss against your lips before settling back against the cushions. Jason lifts his hips and nods down at his lap, a small smirk on his face when you quickly reach for his waistband. You hook your fingers in and pull his sweats down until they pool at his ankles.
The bulge in his underwear isn’t hard to miss. You eye it, your confidence wavering just by the size of him through the material. Jason watches you, tongue licking the corner of his lip as your hands start but falter and hover in the air. He leans forward and gently but firmly grabs your right wrist and places your palm on his hard on. “Feel it,” he rasps, body tensing.
Your face flushes as you palm him, eyes focused on your hand that seems smaller than it ever has. His cock twitches at your delicate touch, making your cheeks redden. But something in your head suggests that’s a good thing, so you softly drag your hand over his bulge again and revel in the way your touch affects him.
Jason let’s put a small sigh, breath hitching each time the fabric of his underwear drags across his sensitive tip. He figures he could end up cumming because of this: you on your knees, determined to pleasure him in this simple way. You look so willing and innocent before him.
“Can I?” You ask softly, pulling gently at the elastic band of his boxers. Jason nods quickly, rasping out an “of course” and lifting his hips as you begin to pull down his underwear.
His cock stands straight up; heavy, the tip bright red, and waiting. Your core pulses at the sight before you and your brain fogs over, hands reaching forward to wrap around his length. You flick you eyes up to Jason, not sure what to do now. “Move your hand up and down—don’t have to use both,” he instructs, chuckling breathily at the end. You follow his instructions and stroke one of your hands up and down his shaft at a slower pace.
“Like this?”
“Mhm. Could go a little faster—yeah, like that,” Jason sighs, neck resting against the top of the couch and his eyes fluttering closed.
Your watch your hand, stare up at his extremely hard cock that you are sure you want in your mouth, even if it doesn’t look like it’ll fit.
Tugging his cock forward, you lean forward and press a tentative kiss to the underside of his shaft, an inch or two below the tip. Jason’s eyes fly open at the contact and his breathing quickens as he watches you press tiny kisses along his member.
You flick your eyes up to Jason’s and blush when you see that he’s already looking at you. Intuition takes over and you flatten your tongue against his shaft and lick a straight line up to the tip. He twitches and you do it once more, eyes looking up at him. "Shit," Jason mumbles, clenching his fists against his sides. “Feels good.” He reassures when he feels you hesitate.
This is the easy part, you think to yourself. The thought of taking him is intimidating, and you wonder if he’d let you get away with only this. It’s not that you don’t want to give him head—you do—but you need some courage.
“I don’t think it’ll fit…”
Jason chuckles and runs a hand through his hair. He sits up a little and leans forward to brush his hand lovingly over your head. “We can try, yeah?” You nod, looking up at him with wide eyes and parted lips. He smiles at you and brushes his thumb over your brow bone. “Open.”
“A little more, baby,” he smirks as you wedge your mouth open wider. Jason sits up and grabs his cock and beckons you closer to him before settling the tip against your tongue. Your lips wrap around the bulbous head instinctively like you’re sucking on a lollipop and you place your hands on his knees. Jason lets out a harsh breath and places his palm on the crown of your head. “Good, good. Move up and down.”
You push down his shaft and he hisses, making you quickly pull off of him. “What?”
“Try not to use your teeth,” he says through a grimace. You flush and start to apologize but he cuts you off. “S’okay—that’s why I told you to open wide. Try again, keep your mouth open and duck your cheeks in. You’re doing good, baby.”
So you try again, taking his instructions seriously. You put him back in your mouth and keep your mouth open wider, your cheeks hollowed. Jason sighs, thighs tensing as you slowly bob your head up and down on his cock, careful to not scrape him against your teeth.
You hardly take him halfway, the bottom half of his cock left unattended. You wrap a hand around the base and start stroking what doesn’t fit, causing Jason to grunt. You flick your eyes up to his face expecting him to wear a frown, but instead his eyes are closed and his bottom lip is in between his teeth.
You start to move a little faster and try taking more of him. It’s uncomfortable, but with the way he breathes and curses under his breath you keep going, endure it because you want to pleasure him. His cock taps the back of your throat and you lurch forward, gagging at the feeling. “Fuck,” Jason groans, hand pushing at your head. “Fuck, you feel so good.”
His praise makes you bloom with pride, so you take him until he taps the back of your throat, and then pull back. You breathe harshly through your nose as your eyes prick with tears each time you gag, some leaking out and mixing with your spit that coats the corners of you mouth.
“Shit, baby. Keep doing that,” Jason pants, hand tightening around your hair. Your hand pumps his cock while you keep sucking him off, pulling your cheeks in until you start to ache. Jason moans out your name and pulls your hair. “F-fuck, I’m close.” He pants.
It happens before you can register it; warm, salty liquid paints the inside of your mouth. Jason grunts above you as he cums, eyes barely open and his jaw hanging down. You keep your mouth on him, unsure of what to do until he’s panting and saying “okay”, signaling to you that he’s done.
A string of white spit attaches you to him when you take him out of your mouth. His cum sits on your tongue, and you don’t know what to do so you swallow it, wrinkling your nose at the taste. Jason watches you with a heaving chest and motions for you to come to him.
He immediately pulls you down onto his lap and into a kiss with tongue, not caring that he just came in your mouth. He groans against you, one of his hands squeezing your ass and the other burying in your hair.
You kiss until you’re breathless, pulling away to gasp for air. “Did I do okay?” You ask a few seconds later, hand against his chest.
Jason smirks. “Are you sure you’ve never done that before?” He asks teasingly. You roll your eyes and wipe at the corners of your mouth, feeling a little embarrassed. Sensing the change in your attitude, Jason grabs one of your hands and kisses your knuckles and hold that hand against his chest. “You did really good, Princess. Swear.”
You smile shyly and thank him, fingers toying with the neckline of his shirt. You can feel him under you again and run your other hand through his hair.
“Can I try again?”
