An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Miraculous Ladybug, Batman - All Media Types, Maribat - Fandom
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug/Jason Todd
Characters: Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug, Jason Todd, Chloé Bourgeois, Sabine Cheng, Roy Harper, Tom Dupain
Additional Tags: Jasonette, POV Marinette Dupain-Cheng, Marinette Dupain-Cheng Needs a Hug, Hot Mess Marinette Dupain-Cheng, naked Jason Todd, warnings, Language, Toxic Relationship, not Jason tho, Gaslighting, still not Jason, Sexual Themes, that's jason, nudity but not graphically described, That's Jason too
Summary:
Marinette stumbles across a naked Jason.
Do you need more Jason Naked Todd in your life? If you haven’t read this and you ship Jasonette, you definitely need to change that.
Ok so I've had a break from writing for a few months and in that time I've read 50 books.
Yes 50, don't judge me I was having a moment. A lot of those books had a variety of lets call them adult scenes. I never thought I'd try and write said scenes but I decided to push myself and see what the out come was.
Boldlyanxious gave me the prompt "this is a one time thing" with the response "you say that every time" and this was the result. So this is for you @boldlyanxious. I hope you like it!
This is probably the hardest thing (no pun intended) I've ever posted. So please be nice but honest at the same time. I know this isn't for everyone so don't forget to read the warnings first!!!
Warnings ⚠️
This is rated explicit
Not for eyes under 18yrs
There is NO, I repeat NO fade to black
High Level of Spice 🌶
Toxic Relationship
Possessive/ Dominant/ Crime Boss Jason Todd
Corse Language
if I've missed anything please let me know
The restaurant was expensive, the food was to die for, and the company was, well if Marinette was being honest a little too perfect. Anyone would think Marinette had lost her mind. Tristan Carnell was the heir to one of the largest oil empires in America. He was good looking, and Marinette could tell he was well built under his suit. The problem was he said and did all the right things, and it was boring the hell out of her.
To top it off her phone kept buzzing in her clutch. She had a suspicion of who it was, but she was trying desperately not to think of said person. Marinette took the last bite of her overpriced meal and excused herself to use the restroom.
Once inside the lux restroom Marinette pulled her phone out and frowned at the screen. There was four missed calls and a stack of messages from her ex. That’s if she could even call him that. They had known each other since they were teenagers and he’d taken her v-card. They had fooled around for a few months but living in different time zones made it hard. And then he died.
Marinette was devastated and never really got over it. Once hawkmoth was defeated, she moved to Gotham to study and work with the bats. She wasn’t sure why she was so drawn to the city of crime. And then her world was turned upside down when a helmet wearing crime boss took interest in her.
Marinette wasn’t sure if he’d meant to reveal his identity but when he interrupted one of her dates for the third time, she’d demanded an explanation. He called her Pixie and there was only one person who did that. Since then, the Red Hood aka one Jason Todd had made it his mission to cock block her at every turn.
The Devil – Lookin good Pix. Is that one of your dresses?
The Devil – He won’t give you what you need
The Devil – Why you insist on dating these poor excuses for men I have no idea
The Devil – If he lays a hand on what’s mine you know what will happen to him
The Devil – Answer your phone Pixie
The Devil – Pixie if you don’t get up and walk your ass out of there soon I’m coming to get you
The Devil – You’re trying my patience now
Marinette – omg, are you watching me?
The Devil – Always baby
Marinette – That’s really fucked up. You need to stop. You don’t own me
The Devil – Oh really? I wouldn’t be so sure of that sweetheart
Marinette – Stop
The Devil – Make me
Marinette turned her phone off and threw it into her clutch and damn near screamed in frustration. Jason was so infuriating. Who the hell did he think he was. Sure, he was her first love, but she had never told him that and never would.
After finding out he was alive, her happiness was short lived when she discovered the new Jason Todd was nothing like the fun loving, cheeky but very sweet teen she’d fallen for. This Jason was a cold-blooded killer. He’d come back twisted and out for revenge, everything she fought against.
Marinette walked back to her date. Instead of sitting in her seat she bent down to whisper in his ear. “They don’t have the type of dessert I’m craving on the menu. Care to take me home?” She purred into his ear. If Jason insisted on watching her, she was going to put on a damn good show.
It was one of the reasons she’d agreed to the date with Tristan. He was someone of power who could take care of himself and if not, his security team would hopefully help in keeping an overbearing crime lord away.
Twenty minutes later Marinette had her tongue down Tristan’s throat while he pushed her up against her apartment door. The kiss was okay, but her mind kept comparing him to Jason. God damn it. Marinette was horny and frustrated. Most woman would die to be in her position but most woman hadn’t been owned by a dominating Jason Todd.
Marinette knew everything about him was toxic. From the way he stalked her to the way he claimed he owned her. Maybe Marinette was just as broken as him, because there was no way this man was going to be able to give her what she needed. In that moment she hated Jason even more for being right.
Tristan kissed her neck while he ran his hand down her side. He found the split in her dress and pushed his hand under the silky fabric. Marinette closed her eyes and tried to imagine it was Jason. His fingers skimmed the edge of her panties, tracing the line down.
Marinette could feel Jason’s eyes on her even before he talked. His scent a mixture of sandalwood, tabaco and gun powder surrounded her, and her body reacted instantly like the traitor it was. She opened her eyes and found familiar aqua eyes staring at her threw a red domino mask.
“You’re gonna want to get your filthy hands off my property Tristan Carnell.” Red Hood growled taking a step towards him.
Tristan removed his hand but didn’t step away from Marinette. “The infamous Red Hood. How did you get past my security?”
“I have my ways. Now how bout you move before things get messy.”
“Yeah, about that, I don’t see your name on her, and I was promised dessert.” Tristan wrapped his arm around Marinette’s waist and pulled her into his side.
Tristan may have been powerful in his own right, but he had nothing on Red Hood. Marinette was so over possessive alfa assholes. She tried to step away but Tristan’s grip on her tightened.
Yep, Marinette was done. She grabbed the hand holding her, shifted her weight and threw him over her shoulder. For good measure she kicked him in the stomach then bent over him. “I’ve lost my appetite. Good night, Tristan. Don’t bother calling me.”
She turned her fiery glaze to Jason. “You don’t own me. No crime boss ever will.” With that she walked into her apartment and slammed the door behind her.
Marinette was so done with the night but yet her body wasn’t satisfied. She was frustrated and over Jason ruining any attempt she had at a normal sex life. He’d left a huge hole in her life when he died. When he returned, he made sure to ruin her for good. She despised what he had become but she couldn’t help still wanting him.
That led to angry hook ups with Jason, followed by wild sexcapades that made sure no other man could ever satisfy her again. She was really starting to feel like she was broken. Jason had made it very clear that he wanted her, but she refused to be a part of his world while he was doing illegal dealings. And don’t forget the whole severed heads in the bag ordeal.
Marinette pulled the straps off her shoulders and let her black dress pool at her heeled feet. Her red heels were surprisingly comfortable considering their height. Stepping out of the dress she walked over to her bedside table in nothing but said heels and a lacey pair of panties that barely covered anything.
She felt the breeze from a window she didn’t leave open the same time she smelt him. Before she could do anything, his hand closed around her throat while the other snaked around her waist pressing her against his warm body. “Miss me beautiful?” He growled in her ear.
“About as much as I would miss a decaying corpse.” Marinette huffed trying to ignore the way he pushed his hard length into her.
“You know how to cut deep sweetheart. Would you prefer I was still rotting in that grave?” There was pain laced in his words. If you didn’t know Jason like Marinette, you would have missed it. She knew he’d suffered, and she knew he still did. Marinette wanted nothing more than to smooth his pain, but she couldn’t. She wouldn’t. Not while he was hurting so many people.
“Jason, this is a one-time thing. I can’t keep doing this.” Her breath hitched and her hesitation dissolved as his hand slid over her flat stomach and brushed the soft lace between her legs. She couldn’t help the moan that escaped her lips as his hold tightened against her neck.
“You say that every time, baby.”
“Jason.”
“Tell me to stop then, Pixie.” His breath sent shivers down her neck and her nipples hardened. He nipped at her ear as his fingers pushed her panties aside and slid between her soft folds. He teased her entrance, not giving her what she wanted only adding to her need for release.
“Such a good girl. Always so wet for me and only me.” His words came laced with a warning that made her want him even more.
Everything about this was messed up but at the same time she couldn’t, she wouldn’t say no. Lost in the moment, she craved to feel his body against hers. She moaned his name as he continued to tease her.
“Jason. Please.”
“Tell me what you want Pixie.”
“You Jason. I need you.”
“And?” He growled showing his dominance as he pushed one of his thick fingers inside of her.
“Only you. It’s always only ever been you.” She whimpered as he pushed another finger inside her and rubbed his thumb over her clit. She grinded against his hand. So close to climax it almost hurt.
“Good girl. See that wasn’t so hard, was it?” He bit her neck hard then smoothed it with a soft kiss. His pace picked up and she moaned his name as she bucked against his rough hand.
Marinette was so close. She could feel her orgasm start to build as he curled his fingers to hit her g-spot just the way he knew she liked it. “I’m so close Jason.” She breathed.
Just as her body started to tingle, Jason pulled his fingers out and spun her around to face him. Her climax instantly dissolved, leaving a painful ach in its wake.
“You would do well to remember who owns you next time you think of allowing someone to touch what’s mine.” He smirked at her as he licked her arousal off his fingers. Jason knew exactly what he was doing to her as he sucked his fingers clean. “Mmm, always so sweet, baby girl.”
It took Marinette a second to regain her senses, but when she did a burning rage took over. She felt humiliated and stupid for letting things get this far. Again. This wasn’t her Jason. Her Jason died. This was an imposter she let time and time again ravage her body.
“You need to leave.” Marinette hissed, taking a step backwards.
Jason shook his head and closed the space between them before she could escape. “We’re not finished Pix. That was your punishment. You earned it, now except it and let’s move on.”
“You’re a monster.”
“True, but I’m your monster Pixie.” With that he grabbed the back of her neck and pulled her against him. He kissed her like the world was ending and, in a way, maybe it was.
Marinette melted against his lips. Her anger faded with every stroke of his tongue against hers. He tasted like expensive whisky mixed with her arousal. It did things to her it shouldn’t, and she rubbed her hand against his erection. He groaned into her mouth before trailing his lips over her jaw and down her neck.
“You know the rules baby. You first.” He whispered as he fell to his knees, still holding onto her hips. He breathed against her hardened nipple before taking it between his teeth. His tongue flicked over her sensitive bud as his teeth bit down hard enough to cause the right amount of pain that sent shock waves tingling over her skin. She nearly came right then and there with how intense it was. One of his hands moved to her other breast while the other grabbed her panties and pulled them down.
Jason helped her to step out of them, the whole time never taking his eyes of hers. He rubbed his nose between her legs and blew on her over stimulated clit sending shivers up her spine. Her hands worked their way into his hair as she moaned his name, and his tongue explored her wetness.
He lifted one of Marinette’s legs and rested it over his shoulder so he could worship her the way she deserved. With his tongue deep inside of her, she fucked his face while he grabbed her ass and teased her tight hole.
“Jason. Oh. My. God. Don’t you dare stop.” She moaned as her hands fisted in his messy hair.
“I got you baby. Now come for me.” Jason growled against her clit, sending her over the edge.
Marinette’s world exploded in stars as her release tore through her with such force if Jason wasn’t holding onto her, she may have fallen. Her breath was ragged, and her heart raced as Jason picked her up and lay her down on her bed.
“I’m not done with you yet beautiful. I’m going to fuck you till your body knows who owns it and no other cock will ever satisfy you.” Jason voice rumbled against Marinette’s neck as he gently brushed her damp hair of her face and kissed her nose.
Marinette ran her fingers over his domino mask, he leaned into her touch closing his intense aqua eyes for a moment. She tugged the mask off then kissed his skin where it had been moments before.
“I know who you are Jason Todd, even if you’ve forgotten. Please come back to me.” Tears fell as the words left her lips.
Jason’s eyes opened and she watched them dilate as he focused on her tears. He brushed them away with his thumb and shook his head. “You know I can’t baby. I’m so close to finishing this.”
“You can’t kill him, Jason. He’s your father. He loves you.” Marinette felt her tears fall but she couldn’t stop them. She could deny it all she wanted, but she loved him even if he was broken.
“Enough.” Jason yelled as he sat back and pushed the heels of his hands into his eyes.
Marinette didn’t flinch instead she crawled onto his lap and wrapped her legs and arms around him. In that moment it became very clear to Marinette what she was to him. She was his lifeline to humanity. In her he got a glimpse of his past before it became clouded with rage and revenge. A time when he was happy surrounded by family and friends that loved him.
If he wouldn’t let her save him, she would help him forget the pain even if it was only for one night.
She started to remove his weapons from his thighs as he watched her. Next, she ran her hands under his kevlar top, he grabbed the back of it and pulled it over his head. Her eyes ran over his muscular chest littered with scars, some healed and others fresh. He watched her every move as her fingers skimmed the raised lines.
Marinette trailed kisses over his chest and down the line between his hard abs stopping just above his pants. She smiled up at him, licked her lips then jumped off the bed. Jason moved like the predator he was and caught her by the wrist.
“Where do you think you’re going baby?” The doubt was gone from his face, replaced by the dominating alfa that bought her body to ruins only moments ago.
Instead of answering she dropped to her knees and started to unlace his boots. She heard the click of his belt followed by his zipper and desire flared between her legs. Marinette looked up as his erection sprain free and hit his stomach. She couldn’t help but lick her lips as she watched him fist his hard length, all the while never taking his eyes off her.
“So beautiful on your knees all wet for my cock like the good girl you are. Now open that pretty mouth of yours.” Jason demanded as he grabbed the back of her head and pulled her closer.
Marinette did as he said, swirling her tongue around the thick tip tasting the saltiness of his arousal before licking and nipping down his shaft. Jason growled and wrapped her long hair around his fist holding her in place while he thrust into her mouth hitting the back of her throat. She flattened her tongue and relaxed her throat to allow for the size of him. Jason’s cock was larger than most and he knew how to use it as he fucked her mouth. Lucky for Marinette she’d mastered how to take it as she dug her nails into his ass. She looked up into his hungry eyes, loving being owned by this man that others feared.
“Fuck, Marinette.” He moaned as he came undone. His warm desire spilt down her throat and she swallowed every drop before licking the rest of him clean.
Jason lifted her up and pressed her back against the cold glass of the window. She wrapped her legs around him as he grabbed her chin and kissed her hungrily. The taste of their arousal mixed together, and Marinette felt him twitch between her legs already getting hard again. He rubbed the head of his cock between her wet folds before easing in slowly.
He let her adjust to the size of him before he pulled back and thrust into her. Jason grabbed her hands and held it above her head while the other rubbed her clit forcing Marinette to moan loudly. If she didn’t get a noise complaint after this she’d be surprised.
“That pretty pussy was made for me and only me baby. Don’t you see how good we are together.” Jason growled against her ear.
Marinette was lost in a lust filled state as Jason worked her body like no other. She didn’t care that anyone looking in would see her naked body in nothing but red heels being destroyed against the glass.
“Jason, I’m so close.” Marinette whimpered against his neck.
“I know baby. I’ve got you, now fall with me.” Jason breathed against her neck right before he bit her.
The sharp sting followed by him driving harder into her sent her falling over the edge. Jason kissed her hard, swallowing her screams. He pulled back slowly then slammed back into her prolonging her orgasm as his thumb still assaulted her sensitive clit. She felt him tense inside of her before letting go, following her over the edge and filling her with his release.
“Mine.” He growled into her neck as he carried her to the bed. “Now tell me who owns that pretty pussy. No fuck that. Who owns every inch of you?”
“Jason Todd does.” Marinette mewed as he flipped her onto her stomach.
“That’s my good girl. Now let’s make sure you can still feel me in the morning baby.”
>.<
Marinette woke up alone. Her whole body hurt but in the best way reminding her of all the ways Jason dragged orgasm after orgasm from her body. They’d showered together as the sun started to rise and he’d washed her with such gentleness she was foolish enough to believe he might have been here in the morning.
The last thing she remembered was him snuggling with her in bed like a normal couple. As she drifted off to sleep, she thought she heard him say, ‘I love you, yesterday, today and forever. Not even death can keep me from you baby.’ He’d said it to her only once before. Right before he left to find his mother. Marinette had been too scared to say it back then and he’d never returned.
It wasn’t till later that night when she saw the news that the irony of his parting words sunk in. The universe was a cruel and unforgiving thing that lived and breathed and took what it wanted from the people that inhabited it.
The news report stated that there had been a stand-off with Batman, the Joker and Red Hood. Red Hood was presumed dead after he’d caused an explosion that collapsed the building he’d been in. Batman and the Joker had made it out, but Red Hood’s body hadn’t been found. The report showed the rubble where the building had once stood. No one would be coming out of that alive.
Marinette dropped the glass she was holding as she fell to her knees screaming Jason’s name. She didn’t know how long she stayed curled up in the broken glass crying. At some point Dick had found her and taken her back to the manor.
When she saw Bruce the next day, she’d screamed at him for choosing the Joker over his own son. She punched him in the face and hit his chest till Dick dragged her away. The whole time Bruce didn’t say anything, he didn’t even try to block her attack.
It was all too much for her and after they’d had the second memorial for Jason, this time without a body she flew back to her hometown of Paris.
Five months later
Adrien didn’t hesitate to take Marinette in after she returned from Gotham. He’d always hopped she’d return one day. She was his best friend and found family. He’d always loved her but her love for Jason had always stood in his way. He never told her how he felt but he had a feeling she knew.
He wanted to kill Jason for a third time for the shit he’d put his princess through but at the same time he hated to see her fall apart over and over again. Jason was dead because he couldn’t let go of his anger and now Marinette had to suffer for it.
Marinette hardly slept without nightmares, and it didn’t take much to make her cry. She was on one hell of an emotional rollercoaster and Jason Todd was to blame for it all.
It was midday and she’d finally fallen asleep on the couch. Adrien tucked a blanket around her while a non-romantic comedy playing in the background. There were strict TV rules, no romance, no sad stories and no vigilantes or villains. It didn’t leave much but Adrien made it his mission not to upset the broken hero.
A loud knock on the door had Adrien rushing to open it before it woke Marinette. Adrien was not prepared to find one Jason Todd standing on the other side of it looking very much alive. The opposite of what he should’ve been.
“Hey, Adrien. Is Marinette here?” Jason asked rubbing the back of his neck. When Adrien didn’t answer he added. “Her mom gave me this address. I didn’t know it was your place.”
At this point Adrien’s brain caught up. “Motherfucker, why won’t you just stay dead for once?” Before Jason could answer, Adrien punched him in the face. “You know what, maybe if I do it myself, you’ll stay dead. Plagg, I’ve got something for you to destroy.”
Jason wiped the blood from his nose and took a deep breath to steady himself. After everything he’d been through, he wasn’t going to let the pit rage take over now. Not when he’d worked so hard to get back to her. “Look I know this is crazy. I need to talk to Marinette, to explain stuff then you can do whatever to me. I just need to see her.”
“Jason?” Marinette’s soft voice floated down the hall.
Jason’s eyes found hers and when he saw the sorrow in them and the way her lip trembled, he pushed past Adrien. He had to hold her, tell her how sorry he was. That none of it mattered in the end, only her.
Before he reached her, Adrien tackled him from behind and the two fell to the floor. “You don’t get to walk back into her life for the third time and stuff it up again.”
“STOP!” Marinette yelled clutching the blanket around her.
Both men froze at the sound of her voice. Adrien pushed Jason’s face into the ground as he got up, ignoring the fact the Jason hadn’t tried to fight back.
“Mari, I’m sorry. I’ll get him out of here.” Adrien reached for her, but she took a step back.
“It’s okay Adrien. Can you please give us a minute.” Marinette asked softly. Even her voice sounded exhausted.
“If you’re sure. I’ll be in my room.” Adrien staired at Jason. “Just know while you played dead, I was here for her. You don’t deserve them.” With that he went to his room and shut the door.
Jason frowned as he watched Adrien leave. He turned back to Marinette. It broke his heart to see her looking so sad. He wanted to wrap his arms around her and tell her he promised to never leave her again but something about the way she was looking at him held him back.
“Can we sit?” Jason asked taking a cautious step towards her.
Marinette nodded and headed back to the couch. She sat at one end holding her blanket around her like it could protect her. Jason sat next to her leaving enough space so she didn’t feel crowded.
“I should be happy you’re alive but then I don’t know if I’ll survive losing you again Jason.” Marinette let the truth flow out of her. At this point she didn’t know is she could stop it, she was to exhausted. She ran her eyes over him, taking in how healthy he looked while she was now the broken one.
“Marinette. I’m not going anywhere this time. Please let me explain.” Jason pleaded.
“If you didn’t die. Where were you? Every time you go you take a part of me with you. This time though…” Her voice trailed off as she turned her head to wipe away a rouge tear.
“You’re right I didn’t die but I had to leave. I couldn’t continue to destroy every relationship I every had. Including ours. I needed to get my shit together so I could be the man you deserve Marinette.”
“I would have understood that but why leave us all to think you were dead. Jason, I’ve mourned you for the second time when I didn’t even think I’d be able to do it once. For six whole months I thought I was alone in this.” Her voice broke and the tears flowed freely now.
“Shit. Marinette. Pixie.” He got down on his knees and wrapped his arms around her middle. “I promise I will do anything it takes to make this work. I love you yesterday, today and forever. Not even…”
“Jason Peter Todd don’t you dare even say that word.” Marinette hissed.
Jason was about to lift his head to look into the blue eyes that held his heart when something knocked against his cheek. It was then that he realised he was having a much harder time than usual getting his arms around Marinette’s normally tiny waist.
He lifted his head to find Marinette biting her lip. One of her nervous traits. She closed her eyes and shook her head as the tears started up again. Jason gently held her face in his hands. He wanted to be patient but the thought of already losing her before they even had a chance was eating at his insides.
“Yesterday, today and forever baby, no matter what okay.”
She opened her eyes and nodded then opened the blanket to reveal her swollen belly. Jason swallowed the lump in his throat and sat back on his heals.
“Wow. Not what I was expecting. Is Adrien the…”
“Jason.”
“It’s. Sorry. I should just…”
“Jason stop. She’s yours.”
“You don’t have too… Wait what?” Jason froze halfway between sitting and standing. He looked into Marinette’s blue eyes looking for any hint that he’d miss heard. Instead, he found a small smile on her pretty lips.
“You can’t fuck someone as well as you did and expect the birth control to hold up.” Marinette teased through the tears that refused to stop. Hormones were a bitch. The reality of it was after Marinette found out Jason was dead, she’d spent the following days throwing up everything that she tried to eat. The pill included. Of cause in her grief, she hadn’t thought much about it until the morning sickness kicked in weeks later.
Jason fell back to his knees and gently touched her belly. Something almost alien like poked his hand back. “She’s mine?” Jason asked with tears in his eyes.
“It’s only ever been you, Jason. We have a lot to work through, but we need you and I love you. Yesterday, today and forever.” She slid of the couch into his arms. “I won’t even let death take you from me.”
Jason smiled through the tears as he captured her lips with his. The kiss tasted salty and was laced with hope for the future. It was a promise without words that he’d never leave his girls again. Not even if Death himself came to collect him.
“I love you both, yesterday, today and forever.” Jason whispered as he kissed her nose.
Prompt - 'I was on my way to buy some flowers for you',
Contains language and some sexual content
This is my first attempt at writing since April and it was a lot of fun
contains lyrics out of Beyoncé's song 'Summer Renaissance'
“I wanna house you and make you take my name.” Was not what a hungover Marinette wanted to wake up to blasting through her speaker. The same speaker that someone had placed on her pillow next to her pounding head.
She reached for said speaker and fumbled for a bit till she could find the off button.
“Tikki?”
“Yes Marinette?” The little red bug like creature zoomed into the room, a not so innocent smile on her little face. She handed Marinette some pain killers and pointed to a bottle of water on her bedside table.
Marinette downed the tablets with the water then pointed to the speaker. “Please tell me last night didn’t happen?”
“Oh, it happened alright. Wanna see the video? I have it from multiple angles.” Chloe walked in waving her phone in the air all the while smirking like the brat she was. She flopped onto the bed next to a freaked-out Marinette.
Marinette took one look at the screen and saw herself sitting on Jason Todd’s lap grinding against him. “Oh. My. God. Why do you let me drink?!” She slumped back and threw the covers over her head.
“Because drunk Marinette is the life of the party. Duh.” Chloe chuckled. “I’m going to make us some greasy food and then you can tell me how you wanna ‘house’ Jason. The same Jason who you claim is the bane of your existence.”
Marinette only groaned from somewhere under the blankets. Why oh, why did she do this to herself?
Let’s take it back a notch.
When Marinette first met the Red Hood, he stood for everything she didn’t. He was loud and obnoxious and oh so cocky. Sure, he looked good doing what he did but then he had to open his mouth. And there was the fact that he used guns. Guns that he kept strapped to his impressive thighs that Marinette definitely hadn’t noticed. Just like that ass that gave Nightwing a run for his money. Nope she hadn’t looked at all.
Jason Todd was no different. He was drop dead gorgeous. Could put Greek gods to shame. With all those muscles rippling under his tight t-shirt not to mention those grey sweatpants he liked to train in. Blue eyes you could get lost in. Oh, and that smile of his did things to Marinette that made her cheeks flush. The term pantie dropper was very appropriate for him, not that she would tell him that. Nope, her panties would be staying firmly where they should be, thank you.
He irritated Marinette like no other. He called her Pixie Pop and enjoyed reminding her of how small she was. So, when Marinette put him on his ass multiple times in training, she couldn’t help but smirk at the surprised look on the self-righteous asshats face.
It didn’t take her long to work out Jason Todd aka Red Hood was the same damn person, go figure. So, she’d spent the last year trying to avoid missions with him. To be honest she was angry at her body. The way it reacted around him was a dangerous distraction. One she didn’t want to admit to.
No. Nope. Not gonna happen. Or so she thought till last night. She had done so well at avoiding him, but it was Dick’s birthday and he’d practically begged her to come. In true Dick style it was at a karaoke bar in the nicer part of the city. Most of the Justice League would be there so it promised to be an interesting night.
A few drinks couldn’t hurt. Huh, famous last words.
Marinette could sing, like really sing but it wasn’t something most people knew about her. Over the years her confidence had grown, and she was so far removed from the stuttering teenager she once was. That didn’t mean she was about to sing in front of people, especially the Justice league. No, she reserved it for the shower, car trips and when she had her shared apartment to herself.
That said Chloe and Alya knew. As her long-time besties and roommates, they knew everything there was to know about Marinette. Even things she hadn’t worked out herself yet. Like how she was crushing bad for one of the bat boys. They also knew some songs were Marinette’s kryptonite, especially drunk Marinette.
In their defence they weren’t to know how it would go down after several shots and who knows how many long island iced teas. Poor Marinette. Who knew long island iced tea had no tea in it.
So, the stage was set, Alya had requested Beyoncé’s new song ‘summer renaissance’. Nino who was in charge of the karaoke machine who else would it be queued the song and Chloe dragged Marinette onto the stage after they downed another shot.
The song started and Marinette, with microphone in hand, didn’t even miss a beat. Her eyes landed on Jason who had conveniently been seated at the table right infront of the stage.
Marinette’s eyes ran over him, drinking in how good he looked in tight jeans and his leather jacket. He returned the favour, and when his eyes finally met hers, he seductively licked his lip and winked at her. The smug fucker then smirked at her. That damn pantie dropping kinda smirk that tipped Marinette over the edge. If he wanted to play, then she was going to come out on top. In more ways than one.
As she started to sing, she held his glaze and walked to the front of the stage.
“I wanna house you and make you take my name.
I’m gonna spouse you and make you touch a ring.”
Then she gracefully used the waiter that was passing as a steppingstone. Her healed foot left his shoulder before he even knew what was happening. She gracefully stepped onto Jason’s table somehow avoiding all the drinks without taking her eyes off of him.
“I’m gonna take you all the way, baby can I take you all the way?”
At this point Jason’s smirk had turned into a full-blown smile that showed his dimples. He slyly adjusted himself, something that didn’t go unnoticed by Marinette. She dropped to her knees and bought her face close to Jason’s.
“You sexy motherfucker, boy, you growin’ on me.
I just wanna thug you, the category is bae”
You gangsta motherfucker, boy, you growin’ on me.”
Jason ran his fingers over her jaw then dragged them down her neck as she slid onto his lap. His hands rested on her hips as she started to dance on his lap.
“I just wanna touch you, I can feel, feel those jeans.
Ah, ah,, ah, oh, woo
Boy you never had a chance.”
At this point Marinette will not admit to grinding against the growing bulge in his pants. It was tasteful dancing thank you. Cough, cough bullshit.
“If you make my body talk, I’m leave you in a trance.
Got you walking with a limb, with this body make it dance.
Dance, dance, dance.”
Jason had his hands all over her body and his lips met her neck as she all but purred the next line.”
“It’s so good, it’s so good, it’s so good.”
Someone called out ‘get a room’ so Jason stood up still holding on to Marinette’s waist. He gave her a moment to protest but she wrapped her legs around his waist and sang the next line, “It’s so good, it’s so good, it’s so good,” before dramatically dropping the mic. The crowd cheered and hollered as the two exited the bar with Marinette still wrapped around Jason and his lips all over her neck.
Jason carried her to a room behind the bar, slammed the door and locked it behind him. She grabbed his face and slammed her lips into his. His skilled tongue caressed hers and she couldn’t help but wonder what it would feel like somewhere else. He backed her up against the nearest wall, grabbed her ass with one hand and her throat with the other.
“You sure you want this Pix?” He all but growled.
She bit her lip and nodded. Marinette may have been drunk out there but everything about this had sobered her up. His body against hers had sparked something primal in her. She needed Jason to ease the ache between her legs like she needed air to breath.
“Use your words, Pix. I need to hear you say it.” He demanded while he ran his nose behind her ear, breathing in her scent and making her nipples harden against her bra.
“I want you, Jason. Please.” She begged rolling her hips against his arousal.
“Good girl.” He growled against her lips as he lifted her top off.
His lips burned her sensitive skin as he nipped and licked down her throat till he reached her lacey bra. He roughly pulled it down and took her nipple between his teeth as she threw her head back and moaned.
“You know this doesn’t mean I like you, right?” Marinette mewed as she took her turn to rid him of his jacket and shirt.
“I wouldn’t expect anything less Pixie.” He laughed against her lips.
>.<
“Food bitches.” Chloe’s voice rang through the apartment stirring Marinette from her thoughts of Jason.
God, she didn’t regret the amazing sex. It was more about the show she’d put on for everyone and the fact that they all knew exactly what they’d done after. How the hell was she going to face them all and what was she going to say to Jason next time she had to see him?
Deciding she wasn’t ready to face Chloe yet either she headed for the shower in hopes to clear her mind. Twenty minutes later with freshly washed hair and dressed in her favourite hoodie and jeans, she slumped down in the chair across from Chloe and a handful of kwamis.
“Okay that was just plan rude.” Chloe grumbled as she got a plate out of the oven and placed it infront of Marinette.”
“Oh, I’m sorry Chlo but what the hell?” Marinette frowned and crossed her arms. “I see what you were trying to do, and I also see the funny side of it but holy shit what the hell am I meant to do on Monday when I have to report to the League?!”
Chloe choked on her orange juice as she tried her hardest to supress her laughter. “I was just trying to get you laid. The lap dance was all you baby. But might I say a very nice added bonus. You should’ve seen Bruce’s face.” She lost it at that.
Marinette grumbled “thanks” then threw a piece of bacon at the blonde.
“So do I lead with, hey Batman, sorry for publicly giving your son a lap dance at your other son’s party but shit was it worth it. Jason sure knows how to use his mouth when he’s not talking shit. You should be real proud. And the multiple O factor mmhmm a girl could get use to that.” Marinette ended with a chefs kiss then rested her elbows on the table and giggled at Chloe who was howling with laughter.
“Yes! That, say that I dare you. But girl I need all the details. Spill.”
Two hours later Marinette found herself heading to her studio to work on a last-minute commission. She was lost in her head and didn’t see the person in front of her. It was like running into a brick wall and she would have landed on her ass if it wasn’t for the strong arms that wrapped around her.
“Hey Pixie. Fallin’ for me already.”
Marinette looked up to find Jason smiling down at her. He smelt amazing and memories of last night came flooding back. “You wish.”
“What if I do?” Jason asked as he brushed a lose strand of her hair behind her ear, letting his fingers linger on her jaw.
Marinette’s brain still hadn’t caught up and she mumbled “You don’t live here.”
“Sure don’t, but I hear there’s a crazy talented designer on this side of the city.”
“Real smooth Casanova.”
“You seemed to think so last night.”
“What can I say you’re not as annoying when you’re not talking.”
“Don’t pretend like you didn’t get off on being called a good girl.” He growled in her ear.
Marinette narrowed her eyes at him. There was no way she was going to let him know just what those two words did to her panties. “What are you doing here anyway?” She snapped crossing her arms.
“You want the truth Pix? I was on my way to buy some flowers for you.” He rubbed the back of his neck.
It was the first time Marinette had seen Jason look nervous and it left her speechless. Something that didn’t happen often. “Oh.”
“Look I don’t regret anything that happened last night, but I wanted to ask you out on a date and flowers just seemed right. You know, do things the right way round. Maybe I got the wrong impression about last night.”
Jason took a step back and Marinette instantly missed the warmth he radiated. She grabbed his jacket and pulled him back to her. “You talk too much.”
“Like you can…” His words were lost when Marinette kissed him hard on the mouth. It only took him a second to catch up. He wrapped one of his hands around her ponytail, gentle pulling her head back so he could deepen the kiss. His other hand rested on her hip under her hoodie.
It was at this point Marinette realised maybe Jason Todd wasn’t that bad after all. No scrap that, he was totally bad but in the most delicious way.
So I don’t really post any personal stuff on here but for those who do follow me (somehow there is 142 of you, how and when did that happen?!!) I’ve been MIA for a while.
I’m sorry for anyone following my fics, I haven’t forgotten about them and really want to get back to writing so hopefully you might see something soon.
I’ve had some personality battles lately and disconnected from almost everything in my life.
Was that healthy? No but at the time it was what I thought I needed.
I have a supportive husband and two beautiful healthy kids but that still doesn’t stop the demons of mental illness.
For anyone out there struggling please don’t try and do it in your own. Find that one person that can be your rock and if you feel like you have no one I’m alway here to listen.
I’ve made some beautiful friends on here and even though I haven’t been on here for a few months they haven’t gone anywhere and for that I’m very grateful. 
We all have our demons but I’m coming to terms with mine, they are a part of me but I won’t let them control me.
So what I guess I was trying to say is, Hi, I’m back lovelies (did anyone even notice I was gone 🫣 is anyone even still out there?! 🤔) 💜🌻✨
