summary : nobody could disturb jason peter todd when he was knee deep in a dostoevsky. except you, of course, his hot neighbour who liked making his lips bruise up and brain fall out as a friday night hobby.
contains : heavy making out, well read!jason, post Lazarus pit!jay, whipped!jay, thighs man!jay, grinding, basically dry humping, forearm tattoo!jason, but he’s actually a softie, reader wears warm sweaters, bookish!reader but that means she’s a lil freaky, neighbour!jason, booksmart!jason, streetsmart!jason, he’s a moaner I’m calling it, baddie!reader
inspiration : she’s my collar (g + k.u)
It started with a smile.
He'd been carrying boxes from the moving van Bruce had hired, in the middle of the rare heatwave in Gotham. His luck really was something.
He’d been hauling boxes in, wiping his forehead with the hem of his tee, dropping the wet fabric to hang by his waist. Your figure framed in the light of the hallway, like some sort of halo.
He blinked. “Uh, hey?”
You just smiled. Like you knew something he didn’t. “Hey, neighbour.” You disappeared into your apartment, slamming the door shut. With a mutter of “people”, he kicked open his door, resting the box of all his childhood photos on his new dining table. The thing was made of fucking MDF.
He’d failed to notice the copy of Twisted Love tucked in your elbow.
You’d done it, somehow. Ripped through his defences, your will a fist in his wet sheet of paper.
The copy of Twisted Love should’ve been a sign. It should’ve told him that you’d show up at his door after a few weeks of knowing him with a rain cloud over your head and an irrational desire to turn him on like a fucking switch every Friday since.
He’d pull a Glock 19 on whoever disturbed him when he was reading Crime and Punishment, but the annotated copy lay open beside him, his brain was engrossed in something else. Kissing you.
His hands gripped your thighs, sleeve of his plush hoodie sliding up and over the ink on his forearm, tugging you closer. Your lips burned his, nape of his neck stimulated by the drag of your nails.
“Bad day, ma?” His words were muffled by your mouth, tilting his head back into the gentle pressure of your fingers. You took and you took, sucking oxygen from his lungs, rolling your hips down so you dragged across his dick.
He couldn’t suppress a moan at that.
You hummed in agreement, dragging his bottom lip down with your thumb. He should’ve read the signs. Now he scheduled make out sessions with you in avoidance of admitting he liked the way you used him. He ached to be your boy toy whenever you saw fit. He wanted you to push him down, tint his lips with kisses and gloss.
Your teeth snagged at his lip, tugging, moulding him to you. His hands sliding up your back made your sweater drag up, bunching, cold of his apartment pricking at your skin. “Dostoevsky?” You mumbled, between wet, obscene smacks, pornographic moans and following the string of saliva that connected your mouths.
“Mhm,” He nodded dumbly, hips jerking up to catch his dick on your clit, the slow grind in response melted his brain. “Crime and Punishment.”
You chuckled, kisses burning down his jaw till your teeth pressed against his pulse. Nipping, latching, sucking a bruise. Maybe you got how to do that from Twisted Love, cause his toes fucking curled. He’d come, no joke. Right here, fully clothed, he’d do it. “Great book. Read Atonement, I still wanna watch it.”
He would, but he was a little tied up right now. “Later, ma.” He breathed, hand slipping in your jeans’ back pocket to squeeze your ass. Jesus, maybe that thing owed him rent. “Later.” He kissed back up to your mouth, allowing you to siphon his thoughts again.
He was 6’ 2”, 225 pounds and you had him like this. If anyone thought he’d been taken hostage, fuck no, he was right where he was supposed to be. Yes, he had patrol in ten minutes. Yes, he’d texted Dick to take his place while he dealt with a personal matter. Yes, he gave no fucks.
jason has a dazed expression on his face. you'd been listening to him recount his day as you lay in your shared bed together, while he lays on you, but he's gone quiet. his head is lifted from your chest just enough to stare very intently at the smooth expanse of your cleavage.
he doesn't even pretend to be subtle, just blinks slowly, like he's half-awake. you coo softly, petting his soft black hair to keep him present, even as his gaze remains locked on your breasts. "you okay, jay?" you murmur, smiling gently.
jason doesn't look away. " 'm fine," he mutters, voice low and soft due to the sleepy tone he always gets when he's this close to you and feels safe. "just thinkin'. "
"mm." you hum in response. "right, you're thinking." you keep carding your fingers through his short hair, having an idea what's on his mind. "bout your tits." he says flatly, not even a trace of shame in his voice. "can’t focus at all when they're like this."
he squishes your tits together in his huge hands so they push up together and look even plumper and perkier. "all soft 'n squished up like this," he mumbles, staring at how you gasp and twitch under him when he squeezes you. "you're just layin' there. expectin' me to have anything else goin' on in my head?"
you pant a little, trying to act normal when you get so sensitive from the slightest touch he leaves on you. "you- mnh!- were mid sentence, jay!"
jason grunts and lowers his head again so his mouth slots over your sternum and then travels lower down to kiss at your cleavage, hands curling around your soft tank top to tug down and expose your tits. "doesn't matter. wasn't important."
jason doesn't even try to hide it anymore. once he's got his face buried in your tits, it's over. he's not budging. big, solid body draped over yours, one arm curled under you, the other hand warm and rough where it settles under your shirt. He palms one gently, holding your tit in his huge hand and brushing his thumb over the soft curve like he's trying to memorize the weight, the shape.
"so fuckin' perfect," he murmurs under his breath like he forgot you could hear him. you squirm a little, breath catching, and he sees your chest rising, soft little noises slipping past your lips that you didn't mean to make. he lifts his head again, eyes flitting up to yours. something shifts in his expression like he discovered something new. "that make you whine?" he says, almost to himself. "just that?"
you blink down at him, flustered. "n-no..."
jason huffs a breath through his nose, not believing you for a second, and presses his palm in a little firmer, thumb flicking, causing you to whimper loudly once more, and he reaches to grip your other breast, fondling them in his hands experimentally. he groans softly and dips his head again, nuzzling you. "could touch you all fuckin' day," he mumbles against your skin.
jason's mouth is hot where it meets the swell of your breasts, plush lips trailing slow, claiming kisses over your skin. he takes his time, nosing along the curve reverently. "softest fuckin' thing I've ever felt," he mumbles, dragging his tongue over the underside. His hand keeps palming you, thumb lazily swiping over your nipple. "you got no idea what you do to me like this."
you squirm and gnaw on your lip to muffle your sounds, hips shifting under him like they've got a mind of their own. "jay," you moan weakly, hands tugging at the soft strands of his hair.
" 'm right here, baby," he says, too calm for how hard he's breathing, too fond for the way his hands continue to squeeze greedily. "you need somethin'?" he watches your throat bob as you swallow, sees your fingers clench around his hair. "want more of your mouth, jason," you plead softly.
jason lets out the most obscene groan, and then he's on you again, mouth hot and wet, tongue swirling around one peak while his hand covers the other, teasing, coaxing every reaction out of you. you gasp, arching into his mouth before you can help it. "fuckin' hell," jason growls against your skin. "that's the sound i wanted."
breathless, you press your thighs together to try and get some friction between your legs, your body giving away how in heat you are each time you twitch or clutch him tighter. he switches sides without warning, sucking the other nipple into his mouth with a groan. The wet drag of his tongue makes you cry out again, louder this time.
his lips seal over your areola with a soft suck, but then he switches sides again, giving the other nipple the same slow, adoring treatment, wet, open-mouthed kisses that bring heat right to your pussy. his hands don't stop kneading your soft mounds.
you whimper his name again, so breathy and soft it makes him shudder, but jason's too far gone to respond. he can't believe he didn't worship your tits like this earlier. his mouth returns to your breast with purpose this time, need pulsing through every movement like a current under his skin.
he drags his heavy, thick tongue along your nipple again before wrapping his lips around you once more to greedily suckle and pull at you while he palms your other breast, heavy hand molding over soft flesh.
jason presses in harder, flattening his tongue before curling it again around the tip and sucking, suckling, so hot and slow you can feel the drool slipping from the corners of his mouth. he doesn't wipe it away. all he cares about is the feel and taste of you, but he still wants more. more of you. something seems to be missing. you can feel his desperation in the way he suckles harder, arms tightening around you and dragging you closer so your breast fills his mouth more completely.
jason's nose is buried against the warm swell of your chest, hips pressing against your soft, puffy pussy and rocking slowly and lazily, an unconscious act meant to alleviate some of the pressure built up in his hard cock. you glance down and see him like eyes closed, lashes low against his cheeks, mouth full and suckling, his hand greedily kneading the other breast like it'll coax something out.
your breathing picks up, soft whines leaving your mouth as you busy your hands with petting his short hair, eyes fluttering at the influx of pleasure. you hear faint groans coming from him while he humps you and sucks your tits a little too hard. "please..." you whisper, voice weak. he doesn't stop, messily dragging his mouth over your nipple, sealing his lips and sucking hard enough to make you cry out. "fuck, jay! ge-gentle, please!"
jason anchors you still to restrict you from squirming away, trying to coax sweetness out of you with his mouth alone, face flushed, lips shiny, cheeks hollowing as he suckles hungrily. he hasn't even touched you anywhere else and you're already soaked. "still not enough," he rasps, dragging his tongue over the swollen tip of your nipple again. "wanna keep suckin' 'til you're leakin' for me."
you go still under him with surprise, even though you can't focus long because his tongue licks a broad stripe over the valley of your tits as he pays more attention to your other breast. "w-what do you mean, j-jase?"
he grunts. "you know what i mean. milk, wan' it warm from you. wanna feel it on my tongue."
his mouth returns to your nipple once more, tongue curling before he sucks deeply, clothed cock still rutting between your thighs. his hands squeeze around your breasts as if he can force something out of you just by willing it hard enough.
his hips rut against you, grinding between your spread thighs in lazy rough thrusts, not even inside you, but his cock is heavy and hard under the sweats he never got a chance to take off. you're soaked through your panties and you can feel the heat of his lower half against you, even through layers. "wanna put it in you," he mumbles, eyes dark and hooded.
he lifts his head just enough to look you in the eyes, like it physically hurts him to stop suckling at your tits. his mouth is wet and flushed. "i have to fuck you," he whispers, reverent, thumb brushing your spit-slick nipple. "right now, sweetheart."
you nod a little too fast, body already arching toward him. you don’t even try to pretend to play coy because jason knows how bad you want him. your panties are soaked through and your whole body is buzzing from how he touched you. "then take me," you murmur, breath hitching.
he groans, then he's dragging the covers down just enough to get to what he needs, your soft, leaky little cunt. his mouth finds your jaw, your cheek, the corner of your lips, all sloppy, smearing kisses as his hands bunch your tank top higher until it's tangled under your arms and your tits are fully bare to the warm air of your bedroom.
he presses his forehead to yours, panting, making direct eye contact with you as he tugs his sweats and boxers off, heavy, fat cock slapping against his stomach with a wet sound. he grabs it in his marred fist, lining the dewy, flared tip up at your clothed hole before gently pulling the soaked cotton of your panties to the side so he can grind his cock at your entrance. "y'feel that?" he murmurs, hips rolling into the plush heat of your pussy, just barely, before drawing back. "so fuckin' hard for you it hurts."
"jay, no teasing please," you whine, voice gone needy as you move your arms so they're wrapped around his thick neck. "been wanting…"
"shh," he soothes, kissing the side of your mouth, then your chin. "I know, baby. I know." he coaxes you to calm down, but makes no move to sink inside you yet, still rubbing himself against your swollen folds, barely slipping the tip in. his eyes flit back to the way your breasts jiggle with each rock of his hips. "shit," he mutters, "this all from me suckin' your tits?"
you nod, biting your lip hard, and his eyes flutter. you spread your legs a little in an attempt to coax him to fuck you proper, pussy glistening under his gaze. his cock is leaking steadily now, creamy beads of pre-cum spreading at the tip.
jason fists his cock at the base, eyes returning to the swell of your tits as he lines himself up again. but still, he doesn't push in yet. he grips the base of his thick cock firmly in his hand to keep it positioned between your puffy pussy lips, eyes flicking between your face and tits. "look at you," he murmurs, voice condescending. "why're you squirmin' so much, hm baby? haven't even put it in you yet."
you whine loudly, hips moving upwards and rolling against his to get him to stop teasing, but it doesn't work. he slaps the head of his cock against your clit once, slow and deliberate, and your whole body jolts. "yeah, 's what I though." he grits, voice quiet and mean. he presses the tip inside you once more and rolls his hips just enough to make you mewl and squirm as the head of his cock spears into you. he watches your tits bounce every time you shift your body around, and reaches down to squeeze at the pillowy flesh again and tug your nipples.
you gasp, arching up into him, and he groans deep in his throat. "please," you whisper, voice cracking from how badly you want it. “jay, please.”
he huffs at your insistence, but finally indulges you, pushing his huge, heavy cock past your hole and deep inside slowly, slowly, and then, when hes halfway in, he slams the rest in hard enough to make you jolt, his huge cock splitting you open and filling up your tummy. "oh fuuuuuuuuuuck," he groans loudly, head thrown back. " 's fuckin' tight, baby." you scream, hands clawing at his shoulders, thighs flying up around his waist, and your back arches as he stretches you out, causing your greedy pussy to ache and throb around him.
"don't move yet. 'm serious, lemme just..." he groans and shudders a little, feeling you clamp down around him. "lemme stay in you for a sec." you nod quickly, whining, and jason exhales slowly, resting his weight more fully on you. he drops his face to your chest again, kissing the swell of your breast.
he pulls out just enough to feel your walls drag along his length, then thrusts back in hard, and the sound it makes is obscene, wet and sloppy, your body bouncing against the mattress under the weight of him. you moan loud, head tipping back, and he snarls through his teeth, biting at your nipple now, just enough to sting. “yeah, you like that, you stupid little thing” he mutters. “you fuckin’ love when I’m rough with you, huh?”
your moans grow louder, and you nod, hands scrabbling to grab something, settling on his broad shoulders. your pussy clenches hard around him, and jason grunts, thrusting hard and sloppy inside you. " 's what i thought."
he keeps fucking into you, your tits bouncing so prettily with his force, but he's mostly holding them still with his body splayed on top of yours, his mouth locked on your tits yet again, hands having shifted to your waist. he drags you a little closer, grinding his hips forward in a lazy, heavy roll that encourages another sharp little moan from your lips. you arch up for him, back bowing and breasts pressing into his chest.
jason starts to fall into a rhythm, his cock sinking into you deeply, before he drags it back slow enough to let your walls grip and squeeze onto him, then he pushes all the way back in again, thick length splitting you open until your cunt is stretched to the edge of pain. your pussy's so wet and swollen, walls fluttering around the fullness of his shaft. "goddamn, baby," he grits out, voice rough in your ear as he watches your pussy stretch around him. "y'feel that? grippin' me like you don't wanna let go."
his chest stays pressed to yours, the heat of his skin sticky where it meets yours, but he doesn’t lift his head, doesn’t even give you space to breathe properly. just fucks you deep, body heavy over yours, mouth attached to your tits like he can’t choose which he wants more. "mmh, jason its so good," you cry out way too loud, hands squeezing at his shoulders, your nails cutting into his skin.
your noises get higher and breathier, little whimpers tumbling out of you with every slow thrust, and jason just groans against your skin, lips wet where they drag over your nipple again. he tongues over it, gentle at first, then lets out a soft hiss when a little more slick coats your cunt from how deep he hits. "so swollen and pretty, baby. stuffed full'a my cock and still beggin' for more." his hand smooths over your tummy, pressing down just a little, eyes flicking to the slight bulge he can feel with every deep thrust. "right there, fuck... y'take me so good."
"jason!"
your pussy clenches tighter around him as he shoves his cock in you deeply, your mouth open on a choked moan that makes jason throb inside you. he sucks at your nipple again like he's desperate for something to come out. he really believes he can pull it from you if he just stays latched on long enough, tongue flicking over the puffy bud before he pulls off with a wet pop, then goes right back in.
"keep thinkin' about you drippin' for me, baby. leakin' into my mouth." he rolls his hips deeper, grinding slow as his cock kisses your gummy womb. "wanna suck 'em til you're cryin'. i'll get you so full you start leakin' without me even touchin' you."
he uses his grip on your waist to fuck you in place, thrusts staying slow but deep, as he drags along every fluttering sweet spot inside you until you're shaking under him, and every time his hips slam forward, your tits bounce up into his mouth. "keep thinkin' about you pregnant, knockin' you up so your tits fill up. they'd be leakin' for me while i fuck you stupid." he fucks his cock into you with another slow, grinding thrust, dragging the fat head of his cock along your walls as your pussy pulses and shudders around him.
his hips rut into you faster, balls slapping heavily against your ass as your body bucks every time his cock pushes deeper. you can feel yourself falling apart, as he keeps sucking your chest and fucking you so deeply that it feels like he's trying to mold his shape into your pussy. he starts to lose his rhythm soon after, his hips stuttering, cock dragging harder through your soaked, pulsing cunt. the pressure in his hips shifts from controlled to reckless, wet slaps echoing louder around the room.
"you're squeezin' me so fuckin' tight, shit...this pussy's so wet, doll, you hear that?" he pounds into you harder and the sound your bodies make together is absolutely obscene, slick, messy and so icky, your pussy squelching wet around him. his cock batters your insides with every thrust, hitting deep, deep, deep until your thighs are shaking around him.
then his hand slips between you, and you cry out when he presses two fingers right to your swollen clit, already throbbing. he circles it fast. you sob for him, breath catching in your throat as your body starts to snap, your muscles tightening all at once around his cock, pleasure spiking so hot and sudden your legs seize up around his waist and your back arches. your cunt squeezes hard around him, as you cum, drenching his cock in another gush of slick.
jason groans, thrusting one more time as his cock twitches inside you, then he's spilling into you. hot cum floods your pussy in thick ropes, his hips jerking again as he fucks into you while he cums. one hand stays gripping your waist, while his other hand toys with and pinches your clit to overstimulate you through your orgasm.
he doesn't pull out, staying buried inside you as his cock pulses deep inside your guts as your walls flutter around him. cum leaks out of you as it overfloods your pussy, but it doesn't stop, his cock still rutting into you. his thumb gently rubs your clit, and he leans down to your face to kiss you deeply. "mmh... love you s'much baby," jason murmurs into your mouth.
AK jason todd being an anxious fidgeter and reader being his personal stress ball…
the cuticles around his nails were destroyed, picked at beyond repair. alongside the burnt scars littering his hands, he’d managed to make a new batch of blood build up. his boot tapped aggressively against damaged concrete, gaze flitting every which way at the lack of stimulation, the indefinite silence taking him in.
“working something out in that head of yours?” you interrupt, startling the fledgling. his fidgeting ceases comically fast, although you can’t tell if it’s due to your distressing materialisation in front of his very eyes or the shame that shook his innermost self at being seen picking at skin.
his lips press together in a tight line. “barely,” he grunts out, averting his gaze from the familiarity of the cot beneath his weight sinking all the more once you find yourself sitting beside him. it’s a subconscious movement when his hand finds yours, pinching the skin between your thumb and index finger.
you can tell his nerves are at an all-time high, already working his bottom lip over and nipping the flesh off. ensuring that jason can see your free hand before moving it, you carefully glide your thumb over the chewed mess of his mouth, pulling the softness from between his teeth. he pauses, inexperienced to your touch.
intimacy of an emotional kind wasn’t his forte, yet here he was, allowing your touch without repercussions, acknowledging how out of his mind he could be. if rubber melted with heat, jason melted with your affections, closeted in the dark where no one could see. ever the gentleman, he cautiously works to pick at his new toy instead: you. his fingertips sear into your sides as he rubs the skin over, up and down, without a stop.
for all the bumps and hard edges of jason todd, you were a slick and smooth surface for him to work on. what he wouldn’t dare to say in i love yous, he did in quiet favours under the shadows.
his hands slide up along your shirt. “you piss me off,” he whispers, though the way he ogles you speaks the opposite.
“i know i do.”
“i’ll hurt you.” his fingers stop just as they glide over your ribs, feeling the caved-in ridges. “i’ll bare it.”
“you shouldn’t have to. not for me.”
“then for who?”
he swallows, finding your logic undeniable. if not him, then who else? his mind could work at it a thousand times over and it would still fail. neither of you had anywhere to run for a safe space, so you’d made each other the spaces you’d missed. this was arkham, thus hell.
Jason’s just gotten off patrol. As soon as he enters the apartment, he sees his moping girlfriend—snuggled in a fluffy pink robe, paired with a warm mug of tea. Her favourite soap opera is playing on the TV and she’s wearing her signature pout that has him biting back his amusement.
“What’s wrong, baby?” Jason pretends to ask, entertaining her daily drama. He pretends as if nothing is ever wrong, as if she doesn’t complain at every chance. And he pretends he doesn’t love to listen when it’s secretly his favourite thing to do.
“Everything, Jay! Everything’s wrong.”
“Tell me about it.”
Picking her up to straddle his lap, he tucks a loose strand of hair behind her ear. Jason hums contently like he’s paying attention when he’s really just enjoying gawking at his pretty doll huff and puff, a ‘serious’ knit on her face.
Tilting his head, Jason then continues to hide his grin as she begins to rant, telling him about her terrible day and all the people who did her wrong.
“First, the barista messed up my drink,” she frowns. “He gave me two pumps of caramel instead of one.”
“When I got to work, Lisa was being such a bitch. She told me my hair actually looks so good today, but they look great every day!”
“Then, then Jay, that’s not even the worst part!” Looking even more upset, she whines, “my parcel said its delivered, but when I came home, it wasn’t by the door!”
And of course, like the caring, dutiful boyfriend that he is, Jason plays the part of comforting her. He brushes a brisk kiss on her temple, thumb caressing at pink cheeks. “Oh no, my poor baby.”
It’s not like he means to sound condescending, but luckily, all ditzy and moody, she doesn’t notice.
Jason can’t help but find it a teensy bit ridiculous that whilst he’s busy beating drug lords and delinquents to a pulp, his girl has the privilege of sulking over a wrong coffee order.
In a way, it’s almost refreshing. Though mostly comical.
Yet, like always, Jason’s hands wander beneath her smooth robe and silken nightdress to find even softer skin. He flashes her a criminal smirk with a suggestive glint in his eyes.
“Let me help you feel better, yeah?”
“Have had such a bad day, lemme show you how you deserve to be spoiled.”
Despite her irrational moans and bad case of princess fever, Jason is sure to indulge his girl like no one else does.
⤷ you and your boyfriend jason have been together for a while now. it's your anniversary and you have a plan – go all the way. but its your first time and he's never done it with someone he really cares about.
꒰ cw: fingering | pussy eating | insecurity about body | piv sex | mentions of panic attacks & ocd | fluff | little sprinkle of angst | mdni ꒱
NOTE: an anon requested this and i loved it. this is A LOT of words and took A LOT of time to write properly. i have not spell checked bc i lowk cant be bothered but enjoy!!
also thought it was worth mentioning that my personal (and correct) opinion is that jason (head canonically) is always the guy that hasnt had sex yet bc – bro when was he out fuckin when he was being tortured/killed n shit. BUT it was fun to change it up a bit. and tbh maybe arkham jason lowk did have casual sex to keep him focused or some shit idk – doesnt rlly fit the character for me bc he's obv so soully focused on killing papa bat yk? okay yap over.
YOU AND JASON HAD BEEN TOGETHER FOR A YEAR.
A year of laughing together, a year of learning each other, a year of knowing each other.
Today was your anniversary, and you'd decided it was finally time for… it… to happen.
You two had been dancing around it for a while. He was weird about it; you were weird about it; so conversation never went smoothly.
But you'd both agreed that if there was any night to do it, it'd be tonight.
He'd been with people before. Not that you knew that yet.
Especially when he was Arkham Knight.
Physical intimacy was a transactional engagement. He only did it because it helped him relax, not because he actually felt anything towards the person.
You were completely different.
You thought that sex was the most intimate, soul-intertwining thing to exist. And if you were going to have sex with anyone? You had to have very, very deep feelings for them. Love, even.
So, you'd been sitting on the bed of his safe house for half an hour. In pyjama shorts and a tank, red lace lingerie peeking out from under the fabric of your top.
You were worried that red was a little extra, but thought it was on brand considering you're dating the Red Hood. He'd probably love it.
You'd had your everything shower, no part of your body left unshaved. Smelling good, skin soft.
Not to mention the birth control you'd been on for a few weeks now, ever since you'd planned tonight.
The door to the safe house opens; you hear it. Okay. It's time.
He calls out for you, to which you respond: "In here, Jason…"
You hear footsteps approach, then the door opens, and he enters. He's in casual clothes: a leather bomber jacket, a T-shirt, and some jeans.
He looks over at where you're sat on the bed. Looking all soft and comfortable and… tense.
Fuck, you're more nervous than you'd thought.
He comes over to the bed and sits down next to you. Neither of you looks at each other.
"We still doin' this?" He asks, rough. Accent slipping through.
You nod, "Yeah. We are."
He clears his throat. "You okay?"
"Why wouldn't I be?" You reply quickly. Defensive.
He finally looks at you; you're looking at the floor.
"You know you don't have to, right? I'm fine with not going there tonight. Fine with whatever." His voice is soft, calm. Unexpectant.
"I want to." You finally look at him. But you realise he doesn't know. He doesn't understand why you're nervous. So you rip off the band-aid: "I've never done this before."
He lets out a sharp exhale. Almost a laugh as he speaks: "I know."
"You do?
"I figured." He shrugs.
There's a moment of silence before you break it. "Have you?"
"Have I what?"
"Have you… done this before?" Your voice is quiet, almost skittish. You're not sure if you want to know the answer. Not because you'd look at him differently, just because you'd be intimidated.
He clears his throat. "A few times."
Your stomach drops out of your ass. "Of course you have." You almost laugh because it's crazy of you to hope that a guy like him hasn't been with anyone. To hope that this would be brand new for both of you to experience together.
"I didn't… I didn't care about them, though." It sounds like that was very hard to say. Your head turns to the side to look at his face, where he's sat next to you on the bed, and his eyes are closed.
"What?"
"I just… it was physical. That's it. Nothing else." He grits out.
You frown. "How could it just be physical?"
"I refused to look at them." He looks guilty as he says it, eyes flickering open. "It's… fucked up… but I'd just… faces made things too real, and I didn't need real; I needed… relief? I guess?"
You nod.
"I'm gonna be so bad at this." You chuckle nervously.
"You won't be." He sighs. "I'm… probably not going to be great either…"
You eye him. "You said you've done this before–"
"Not with anybody I've really fucking cared about." His words come out harsher than he intended.
There's a silence that falls over the two of you. Your gaze falls to the floor.
"I wouldn't even know where to… how to start this." You whisper.
He exhales. "Can you lie down for me?"
You nod, shuffling to lie back against the pillows. Moonlight shines in through the window. Rain begins to fall, tapping softly at the glass.
He takes another breath, then leans down to take off his shoes before turning to you. He takes off his bomber jacket, dropping it on the floor. He smiles for the first time tonight and crawls over you. Is your stomach churning with excitement? Anticipation? Fear? All of the above.
His eyes fall to where the red lace peeks out from your tank. "Fuck, this is sexy."
You smile up at him – "Yeah?
"Yeah." His response is instant.
When he locks his eyes onto yours again, he leans down and kisses you. It's unhurried. Deep. Tongues intertwining. You hum into it, loving the feel of his lips and his tongue curling with yours.
When you pull back, he shifts the pillows behind your head, propping you up and making sure you're comfortable.
"God, I really don't want to fuck this up for you." The words come out like he's frustrated with himself. "I don't even know how to be…"
To be what? Good? Gentle? Nice?
He doesn't finish the sentence.
You look him dead in the eyes when you say: "I trust you. Jason."
He lets out a soft groan at that and kisses you again, with fervour this time. Your hands rest on that warm skin just above his belt, below his shirt. Jason must approve of your hand placement because his hips roll forward slightly. He's not hard, not yet anyway.
Jason pulls his shirt off with one arm as he uses the other to make sure his body weight is hovering above yours. He throws the material to the side and looks down at you.
You eye his chest, his abs, his skin in general.
It's not like he's insecure or anything, but on instinct he wants to grab that shirt and throw it back on. His other fucks had been without them looking at him, shirt on, pants down just enough to do what was needed to be done. This was… so much more intense than he thought.
"Gorgeous…" You say under your breath, almost to yourself.
All he can do is surge forward and kiss you. Because he's not sure if he's ever heard anyone sound as genuine or as real as you just sounded saying that.
You smile into it as you feel his hips roll into yours again, still clothed, but this time there is a definitive bulge there.
One of his hands comes down to your tank, playing with the hem of it as he kisses you. You pull back, and he takes that as an invitation. You raise your arms, and he slowly takes it off of you. He lets out a sharp exhale that sounds like disbelief at the sight of you.
He leans down and kisses your neck, hard, sucking softly, which makes you whine. Jason then peppers kisses down your chest, and instead of reaching around and taking the bra off, he slowly pulls the cups down enough so your bare chest is visible. You have a sharp inhale at the realisation he's seeing your naked chest and tense up slightly. Hands coming up to cover yourself.
Jason's eyes snap up from your chest, where he was definitely staring, to your face.
"Sorry, fuck… should've… fuck, should've asked."
"No, no. It's fine… just… feels weird." You say honestly.
His eyes are still on yours as his head stays where it is above your chest.
"What d'you mean?" He questions. Suddenly interested in your answer.
"Being seen, I mean. Like this." You nod down subtly, and he nods.
"I get it." He responds and follows up with an exhale. "You still okay? With all this, I mean?"
You nod. "Mhm, yeah."
Jason's eyes drop back to where your hands are. "Wanna move those for me?"
You sigh, and his eyes are back on yours in an instant. You groan and pull the cups of your bra back up, now using your hands to cover your face."God, I'm being so stupid. Sorry."
He tilts his head at you, shifting so his head is above yours again. "You're not. I promise you're not."
You peek at his face through your hands, and he's just smiling down at you fondly. You drop your hands away from your face, and you just know your cheeks are burning red.
"I'm sorry… I'm being a baby about it–"
"Don't apologise." He says firmly. "If you're a baby, I'm even more of a baby." You look at him, confused. "Remember how long it took me to take my shirt off in front of you? And I'm a man. That's being a baby. Not this."
You chuckle softly as you bring your hands up, one hand softly playing with his hair at the base of his neck. "You're not a baby for that."
He nods, "Great, neither of us are babies. Glad we got that cleared up."
You grin, but it goes serious after a moment. "Can I… keep it on for now? Or will that… is that bad for you?"
"It's fucking perfect for me." He says instantly. No hesitation as he leans down and kisses you again, even slower than before. He whispers into your mouth, "You're… you're in control here…"
Which was massive for Jason. Because he needed control, he freaked out without it.
On patrol? He was in control.
In the Outlaws? He was the leader who had control.
In all his previous sexual encounters? He was in control.
But he was giving it up for you. So you felt safe. So you felt comfortable.
And it was the hottest thing you'd ever experienced.
When he pulled back, he looked nervous for the first time tonight. Really nervous.
You lean up off the pillows and kiss his cheek before lowering your head again.
Seconds later, Jason's kissing down your chest again, straight down the middle where there's no material covering. He kisses under your breasts, then down to your stomach. His hands come up and hold onto your thighs, spreading your legs apart for his broad shoulders to get through. He stops just above the waistband of your sleep shorts.
You're looking down at him, biting your lip subconsciously.
"What're you doing?" You whisper with anticipation.
Jason looks up at you. "Just… making sure you're… ready?" He cringes at himself a little.
You nod. "You don't have to… do that, you know? I'm pretty sure I'm… ready enough."
Translation? I'm wetter than a fuckin' waterfall, please just fuck me already.
He shakes his head, meeting your eyes. "I actually want to."
You tilt your head. "Really?" You ask, shocked. He nods. "I feel like a lot of guys hate this…"
Jason's hands are running up and down your thighs softly; you refrain from shivering. "Honestly? This would… be the first time I've… done this."
"I thought you said you've done–"
"Didn't have feelings involved, remember?" He cuts you off and plants another kiss to your waistband. "Back then it was… just to serve myself. So I never… did any of this." He hooks his fingers into the shorts. "Can I?"
You nod. "Yeah."
And he pulls them down, revealing your red lace panties that match your bra. Special set for a special night, right?
He takes your shorts completely off and throws them onto the floor somewhere, groaning at the sight of your panties. Jason leans forward and places a kiss over the lace, then a little lower over that bundle of nerves that's practically throbbing at this point.
He pulls back and is eye level with your panty-clad pussy. You scoff, "Don't stare…"
Jason looks up at you from where his head is between your legs. "You weren't wrong about being ready." He breathed, bringing a hand away from one of your thighs to softly press over the damp – no, wet – lace. You can't help the shiver that runs through your body at the contact. "Please let me take this off…" It's odd because you could've sworn that sounded like begging. But Jason Todd isn't one to beg.
You nod and hum a yes, which is enough for him to pull them down slowly. The cold air hits the wetness first, making you flinch. You look down, and the panties are nowhere to be seen.
Jason's staring again, now at your bare sex. "Why do you keep staring?" You practically whine.
His eyes flick up to yours as he spreads your legs more with his hands on your thighs.
"You're so fucking beautiful." Is all he says before he dives in with one long lick up your slick folds.
You gasp loudly at the feeling. It's strange. Unlike your fingers, unlike your pillow, unlike the ends of hairbrushes you'd tried once.
His tongue was warm and covered a lot of surface area. He was leaving open-mouthed kisses over your entrance, clearly experimenting. You could tell he was trying to read you as he went. Trying to learn you.
Then it hit you. What if I taste like shit?
You moan softly when his tongue flicks over your clit on accident. When you make that noise however, his attention turns to it. Sucking your clit softly, planting soft pecks on it every no and then.
"Mm… you don't have to… you… mfuck… can stop whenever you.. want…" Your words are broken but not lost on him as he pulls back for air, breath uneven as he curses.
"This is the hottest thing I've ever done or seen in my life… don't ruin this for me…" He's completely breathless when he speaks. Then diving back in for more, tongue fully focused on that bundle of nerves as your moans get louder. You throw your head back against the pillows as you feel a finger circling your entrance.
"Yes…" You hear yourself say before he can even ask.
Continuing his work on your clit, he presses his finger into you slowly. And Jesus, are his fingers bigger than yours. Your entire body jolts with pleasure at the new feeling, your eyes closing as you try to lie back and feel all of it as intensely as possible. Jason pushes his finger in further before retracting it and doing it again and again.
Your moans are more ragged as he starts pumping in and out of you. But you know how to do it in the way you like, and decide that even though you're the more inexperienced one here, he could learn a thing or two about fingering someone himself.
You look down. "Hey…" You say softly, a whisper.
Jason lifts his head only slightly, his mouth slick, chin glistening in the moonlight. You can feel his warm breath on your clit as his finger slows inside you. "Yeah?"
"Try… try curling them a little…" Your voice is shy when you say it. His eyebrows furrow before he adjusts his fingers and curls them against a spongy spot inside you. Your mouth drops open, and your eyes roll back as a broken exhale escapes you. "Oh, fuck… that… like that…" You moan a hand, against your will, going down to his hair and gripping hard.
He lets out a pleased puff of air against your clit. "You have no idea… no idea how good you look right now." Your eyes snap down to his, mouth in an 'O' shape still as he keeps curling his fingers just right. He groans, "You keep looking at me like that… and I'll embarrass myself before I can even get to fucking you…"
You moan louder at that – is he talking about coming in his pants?
His mouth is on your clit before you can ask, tongue putting pressure where it's needed. He was really good at this for a man who'd never done it before.
Jason retracts his finger and pulls his mouth off you again. "I'm gonna add another, okay?"
You nod as he presses two fingers in this time. There's a minor burning sensation at the stretch, which has you grunt softly. "Shit…" You murmur.
His fingers freeze, eyes on yours. "Fuck, too much?"
You shake your head. "No, s'fine just. Slow."
Jason's eyes stay on your face as he slowly presses his fingers in deeper, and you let out the loudest moan of the night. You could barely get two of your own fingers in on a good night. And Jason's fingers? They were a lot thicker than yours.
He keeps pumping in and out slowly, bringing his mouth back to your swollen bud. You're making all sorts of noises. Whines, moans, pleas for him to keep going. You press your head back into the pillow and focus on the feeling again.
That's when you feel the knot tighten in your stomach.
"Hey… Jase… Jason…" You say weakly, "M'gonna… c-come. Oh, fuck…" Your hips move forward abruptly on their own. And he doesn't say anything back, just doubles down on his efforts. His free hand presses one of your thighs further back as he gets closer to your pussy, tongue circling your clit faster, fingers picking up the pace too, still hitting that spot perfectly every time.
Your legs start to shake as you feel it building quickly. "Jason… I have to… oh fuck… this is… I'm coming – oh shit – I'm co-coming.. ah!"
And with one loud gasp–moan hybrid, your entire body shakes, vision whiting out as he finger fucks you and sucks your clit through you high. You clench and pulse around his fingers as your grip on his hair is deathly strong.
You've never had such an intense orgasm in your entire life.
Eventually you come down from it, and are lying there, eyes closed and breathless. Your hand falls out of his hair as he kisses up your stomach, across your ribs, between your breasts and up your neck.
You let out a little sigh as he reaches a sweet spot under your jaw. His hips press forward into yours, and you realise he's still wearing jeans. The second thing you realise is the bulge that was there before is much more prominent now.
You open your eyes, only to be met by flushed cheeks and spikey hair from where you'd been pulling; he looks adorable. Not that you'd tell him. He might up and leave if you did.
"How was that?" Jason asks, out of breath, only slightly. He looks boyish, like he wants to make sure he did a good job.
"It's… it's unfair you get to be that good at it… without ever doing it before." You say between heavy breaths.
He lets out a relieved, soft chuckle.
You stare up at him; a hand comes up to wipe his chin where it's glistening. He's looking down at you with so many unsaid thoughts and feelings. Your hand stays on his jaw as you rub it softly. You then softly pull his face closer to yours and kiss him. Like a thank you.
As you kiss him, your free hand goes down to his jeans, palming him through them. He struggles to kiss you back as you do this, and you smile against him.
"Don't… don't get smug." He stutters.
Your hand unbuttons his jeans, and he pulls back from the kiss, sitting back on his heels before hopping off the bed to take them off.
And all you can do is stare. His chiselled abs, his big arms that flex as he unbuttons his jeans, broad chest and shoulders. Those scars littered all across his body that make him look hauntingly beautiful. Those scars that should've moulded him into an aggressive man who was furious at the world and the people in it. But instead? They made him into this perfect, soft, sweet guy who – sure – had an attitude half the time. But was kind when it mattered, when it was needed.
You realised halfway through his daydreaming that he'd collected the items of clothing that had been scattered across the bedroom floor and begun folding them and placing them on the nightstand, his back to you as he did it on the dresser. The bigger scar across his back staring you right in the face, a few scars peeking just above where his boxers sat on his lower back. Still beautiful.
After a few moments, he turns around. Looking almost ashamed.
"What're you doing?" You ask, looking at him with curiosity.
"Just… need everything to be right" His voice is quiet when he says it. And you understand. That little voice in his head that he'd told you about once and never again. The one his therapist called OCD. "Sorry, just… didn't want to be thinking about that whilst we… do this." He sighs.
You sit up, reaching around to unclasp your bra. The clasp snaps open, and the straps fall over your shoulders. The whole time your eyes are locked on his. You let it drop onto the bed, and his eyes struggle to stay on your face for a moment before giving up and staring straight at your bare chest. You swing your legs over the bed as you grab the bra and walk over to him.
You ignore that embarrassing, shame-adjacent feeling of being naked and decide you're about to fake it until you make it.
You'd never been the biggest fan of your own body, but right now? The way he was looking at you? Something took over. A certain confidence in your ability to shut Jason Peter Todd right up.
You stop when you're standing in front of him. You eye the perfectly folded clothes on the dresser. His bomber jacket, jeans and T-shirt. Your tank, sleep shorts and panties. Your eyes then flick back to his with a smile.
You hand the bra to him. "Wanna fold that one for me?"
And he just swallows. Taking it from you and turns to the dresser reluctantly. Jason folds the cups in on each other and places them neatly on top of your pile of clothes before turning back to you.
He's completely speechless.
You step closer and hook your fingers into his boxers, getting on your tiptoes and leaning up to kiss that spot behind his ear that makes his knees buckle. He lets out a shaky exhale as you kiss down his chest, each of the scars getting a peck. You keep going as you kiss down his abs, feeling them flex under your lips at each contact. You lower yourself fully onto your knees and stare up at him, then eyeing the material covering his crotch. The damp spot there doesn't go unnoticed either.
"One more thing to put away." You grin as you slip your fingers into his boxers, kissing his V-line as he makes a soft noise in the back of his throat.
His boxers don't slide down easily due to the large tent in them. But once they do? A strangled groan escapes past his lips. Your eyes go wide at the sight of him; he's so much bigger than you'd thought. You'd mentally prepared yourself for 5 or 6 inches. This was… going to be a problem. A problem for later, you thought.
His boxers drop to the floor, and he steps out of them, mouth slightly ajar in shock.
You grab them and stand up slowly, holding them out to him.
Jason huffs, awe-struck as he takes them from you. "Thank you." He strangles out as he turns and places them on the dresser too.
When he's facing you again, it's his turn to step closer as he leans down and kisses you passionately. Intimately, even. Hands coming to your ass softly as his tongue merges with yours. The only sounds that can be heard are the wet ones of your tongues colliding, heavy breathing through your noses and a distant police siren that is absolutely none of Jason's business right now.
He then picks you up by the backs of your thighs: you wrap your legs around his hips. His hands then come to your waist, your hands in his hair again, pulling, massaging, kneading. Jason's groans are what tell you he's into that.
You don't even realise he'd been walking towards a destination before your back hits the bed, no pillows behind your head as you realise he's laid you out across the bed rather than the usual way you'd sleep.
Jason pulls back and rests his forehead against yours as he lowers a hand on himself, pumping a few times. Your stomach flips as you look down and see his hand moving on himself. Something to file away for later. You feel him line up against you and you breathe out sharply.
"If… something feels wrong… you tell me… okay?" He speaks, completely breathless, entirely worked up.
You nod against his forehead, eyes barely an inch away from his.
His hand leaves himself as his hips press forward the smallest bit, tip not even going in.
You let a sharp breath out as you realise just how much you're going to have to stretch around the width of him, let alone the length.
But you will. You're determined.
"Jason…"
"Yeah?" He rasps.
"You're not going to hurt me…" You reassure him quietly.
"You say that, but you don't know–"
"Baby," You rarely use that pet name, and it works well at getting him to stop overthinking. "You are not..." Kiss. "…going to hurt me."
He looks the most nervous he's been the whole time right now. His hand beside you finds your hand and interlocks fingers.
Jason's breathing is very abnormal for a man who's not even started anything yet. You quickly realise he could be overthinking this in a much more serious way. You lean up and kiss him again; it's slow. Less passionate, more care poured into it.
When you pull back, he drops his head to your shoulder, breathing still heightened.
"Jason…" You give his hand a slight squeeze. He picks his head up and looks at you. He's freaking out; you can see it. So you say it. What you've wanted to say for a while now. The thing that could either make this better or make his panic worse.
"I love you." You breathe. Letting the words sit in the dim, moonlit room.
His mouth drops open the tiniest amount; eyebrows raise subtly too. All microexpressions of his that you've committed to memory.
"Jesus Christ," He chuckles anxiously, kissing you. "I've been such a fucking coward…" he kisses you again, "… too scared to say it myself and…" he kisses you again and pulls back to look at you. "I love you so fucking much." It pours out of him. "That's why I'm… God… why I'm the one acting as if I've never done this before…"
You smile at him, free hand that isn't in his coming up to brush some hair out of his handsome face.
"In a way, Jason, you haven't done this." You whisper, "Not properly, at least."
Jason presses his forehead back onto yours, looking down at where his hard cock is still pressing against you. He lifts his gaze back to yours as he presses forward again, this time, properly. His big head inside you, along with the first bit of his dick.
You wince at the stretch. He pauses, but you give his hand a few squeezes. "M'okay… just intense…"
He presses forward more and moans a low sound. You kiss him through the stinging pain as he shifts his hips forward one last time to the hilt. A loud gasp escapes you both; yours sounds a little more pained.
Jason hides his face in your neck, "Please… mphfuck… please tell me I'm not hurting you?"
Your hand that was brushing hair away from his face a second ago is now combing through it as he stays still inside you.
"Not hurting… just… a lot…" You bite your lip hard to stop any more pained noises getting past your lips.
You keep stroking a hand through his hair as you feel his breath on your neck. Jason pulls his head away from your neck to your face. And his expression? That alone could make you come all over his dick.
His eyes are glazed over, cheeks flushed as they have been for the past ten minutes, all his facial features completely relaxed and at ease. The sight was jarring. Because he never lets his guard down. Never. He's always ready for something to burst through the door and start shooting at him. But right now? You think if Bane were to break down the door, he'd absolutely die. Both of you would. Too consumed in each other, in this experience, to care.
"Let me know when I can move…" He whispers, shutting his eyes and breathing slowly, trying to control himself.
"Need you… not to hide when you fuck me…" You say quietly. He nods, and you add: "You can move now… slowly…"
His eyes open and he very, almost painfully, slowly rolls his hips backwards, then forwards again.
Jason's eyebrows furrow as his jaw drops even more, cursing every other second as his hand on intertwined with yours increases its grip. You moan out, your own eyebrows raising at the feeling as he hits somewhere deep, deep inside you. Somewhere you'd never be able to hit on your own. Somewhere no brush handle could even remotely compare to. Your back arches off the bed a little as you take him, his pace still slow and steady, his breathing ragged.
You wrap your legs tighter around his waist and take him deeper with a loud yelp of pleasure. Jason grunts, but it turns into more of a moan when he picks up the pace only slightly, hips stuttering.
"Baby… M'sorry… I'm not g-gonna– Jesus fucking Christ…" You clenched around him by accident. A visceral reaction to him calling you baby in that pleading tone whilst fucking you. "I'm… shit… I'm not usually th-this fast, I swear, but… mphh…"
Jason's head drops forward momentarily as his hips drive forward faster. He very quickly recovers his fucked out expression and pulls back to look down at you. Only to be met with your fucked out expression. Eyes rolled back, mouth wide open, that crease in between your brows as you raise them in pleasure, hand squeezing his tightly whilst your other hand that was in his hair comes down to squeeze his shoulder hard, nails digging in.
He then feels the impossibly tight clench of all your muscles retracting around him, your legs shaking as your back lurches off the bed. You're coming. Fuck you're actually coming around him.
Jason tries to hold off his own orgasm, not only to help you ride out your own, but to commit every single second of how your face looks and your body feels against his to memory.
"Oh, God, I fucking love you… I love you so much… mphfuckkk…" The words leave him without warning or thought, hips stuttering as he desperately tries to keep his noises dignified.
But when he comes, he's anything but. Gasping for air, groaning your name, trying not to retreat into your shoulder. Trying to let you see him at his most vulnerable.
It felt unnatural for a man who had spent his whole life trying to protect himself from things to let go in such a pure sense of the word. But he was committed to you and to this.
Jason's breathing is loud and frantic as his hips finally snap into yours for the last time. He's shaking. He's never been shaky after sex before. Your hand lets go of his to bring him into a hug, his full bodyweight on yours as he tries to regain control of his breathing.
You hug each other tight. You plant a few kisses on his shoulder: it glistens with sweat as the light from the moon hits it.
You two stay like that for a while. You then hear him let out a strangled little noise into the nape of your neck. A hand moves back up to his hair, massaging through the sweat-damp roots.
He leaves a kiss behind your ear before pulling back and slowly pulling out of you. He's quick to stand up, not without his knees buckling, and go grab a fresh pair of boxers from the dresser. He pulls them on quickly, then grabs another pair for you, along with a t–shirt.
Jason comes back over to where you lay boneless, and he pulls the boxers up your legs and gets the t-shirt over your head and on your torso. His face looks very methodical, practised as he does all of this. He then pulls back the covers at the top of the bed, lifts you and lays you under the covers. It's not long before he's under them too.
You roll over and look at him. He swallows, leg twitching.
"You okay?" Is all you ask. And his expression crumples as he puts both hands over his face and starts sobbing. You're quick to shift over to him. "Whoa, baby, what's wrong?
Jason refuses to move his hands as choked noises leave him. "Fuck… I don't… don't know what… wh-what my problem is…" his crying just intensifies. "Jesus, this is… s-so fucking embarrassing… I…"
You put your hands over his and take them away from his face. His eyes are red, tears streaming down his face, over his scars. He looks spent, defeated, overwhelmed.
"Talk to me…" Your voice is soft, patient.
His sigh is shaky as he tries to calm down. Tears still stream down his face as his voice wobbles.
"Just… never felt that… that good about myself – I know I sound pathetic, I just…" His voice cracks. "I knew sex felt good… but I never knew it… it's supposed to feel like that and it just… made me feel shit I ha-havent before…"
You smile at him. "You don't sound pathetic, Jason." You reassure him, leaning forward to kiss his tear-streaked cheeks.
He sighs into it, looking away from you. "Jesus… who's the virgin here again?"
You chuckle breathlessly. "That'd be me."
Jason offers you a very small, tired smile.
You then add: "Well, not anymore, I guess."
He stares at you, taking in all the features of the woman he's fallen in love with.
"I'm sorry I'm… being like this."
"Don't apologise." You're quick to respond. "I love you. This part of you too."
His breathing hitches as he tilts his head at you. "I love you so much it hurts."
You smile and lean in to kiss him. He kisses you back. It's a lazy, love-filled kiss.
You then snuggle into his bare chest, and he wraps an arm around you.
"If you're awake before me…" he mumbles sleepily, "Wake me up and I'll grab you breakfast from… from around the corner and… some painkillers…"
"Love you." You whisper as your heart swells at his plan for the morning.
Jason's grip around you tightens as he kisses the top of your head.
"I can't believe this is my life…" he says so quietly you almost don't hear it. "I love you too."
