okay okay but going off of your post about Jason and bondage what about something where like reader and jason are finna bouta get ~intimate~ and reader is like “hey we should spice it up” and jason is like “haha sure” but he’s really not that down for it. They give it a shot and jason needs to quit and y’all have a real heart to heart moment. It could end in literally any way and I would be satisfied.
I am,,,so sorry this took so long. I had to put it off cause of personal matters, but I hope you like this @red-bird-red-bird!!! You too, random person reading.
Also I apologize in advance for any typos I may have missed.
Words could never truly translate how one felt in the presence of another. Scorn or adoration, neither could be fully described in words. No matter the circumstance, no matter your attempts, body language will always speak louder than words. The exchange of eye contact could tell a million things, the touch of a person's hand could translate the most deep feelings left untouched by the conscious mind.
His breath was hot on your neck, along with his fingertips that danced along the underside of your spine. It felt as if he was exploring you, intimately trying to memorize every piece of your body until he could sculpt it by memory alone with only his hands and clay, regardless of the lack of vision. Your bodies worked as one. You could feel him growing aroused by the eagerness of his breath and the movement of his hips against yours, pushing you further into the bed which you had found yourself splayed upon wantonly. And although unvirtuous and without care, you spread yourself to him in such a way you couldn't help but feel a small amount of shame in this endeavor.
Jason had looked weary since you met him, but today seemed especially bad. His words were tinged with a fraction of anger and desolate longing, leaving the simple touch on his shoulders in a tender and innocent way to soothe him as this unholy exchange of body heat and harsh movements. You couldn't help the moan in your throat as he moved to grab at the back of your head, pulling you in closer to his face. His shirtless shoulders encased you entirely, caving in to shield you from the world around you.
By default he held onto your words like a lifeline, and so when you managed to gasp a little and gently say "....Jason.", he stopped immediately and looked at you with wide, slightly wary eyes. There was a moment where you seemed to catch your breath, your eyes falling down to where his hips met yours and your torsos were tightly pressed together as if you were meaning to merge your forms completely. With a grin, you pressed a hand to the side of his face. "Let's try something new, hm?", you suggested, biting playfully at your bottom lip. At the suggestion he rolled his eyes a little, but he couldn't help the grin that broke out on his face. Flicking his eyes down to your lips, he moved to kiss your jaw. Groaning, your fingers entwined themselves with your hair.
"What do you suggest, babydoll?", he groaned, running his hands along your sides. You could feel the calloused tips raking across your sides in a manner indicative of his nature on a whole, but you didn't dare complain. Not when you loved it so much. With a slight nibble on your ear, you felt him harden a little against your leg. He was getting restless, maybe this was- "I want you to hurt me."
For a moment you felt your muscles tighten a little in your stomach, your throats feeling as if it was being caved in on itself as he stayed completely, utterly still. Why wasn't he moving? It didn't even sound like he was breathing honestly, and for a good few moments you felt as if you were going to have to apologize profusely. But instead he slowly sat up, his breath seeming to hitch as he straightened himself.
Jason looked like a mountain before you, and for a good few seconds you felt scared that he was angry. But in this dim light in the room you could barely make out the shape of his lips as they twitched a little in nervousness, and, he gripped at your thigh below him. But he hesitated. You could tell that he was breathing hard now, and the pure anxiety of it made you sit up quickly and place your hands on his shoulders. Your eyes were wide, and close up you could see that he was averting his everywhere else but at you. Frowning, you held on tight to him. Silence.
A few moments passed before he slowly gripped on to your hips, his throat tightening. He felt as if you would break between his fingers. Why did you want him to hurt you? He didn't want to cause you pain, much less make you cry from it. Oh god-
His voice was faint. It sounded like he was about to break down right then and there. Slowly, your arms snaked up the large expanse of his back, moving to play with his hair at the base before he eventually pulled you in close and gripped onto you in a restrained sort of way. "It's alright, you don't have to say it." Jason buried his face in the crook of your neck, letting his shoulders slump against your weight. Shaking a little, he exhaled slowly.
He appreciated your understanding, and in response he slowly lowered the both of you down to where you were holding up his head to your shoulder. He was quiet, but you could feel him move to become closer to you. There was silence, and you noticed that he proceeded with his previous intent a bit more cautiously.