WARNINGS: SMUT!! slight plot, porn :D, fem! wife! reader, established relationship, slight sub!reader, use of 'good girl', use of other pet names/names of endearment, dirty talk, praising
WORD COUNT: 1.4k
"Please—"
The word breaks from your lips, broken and whining, and Jason's mouth curves against your throat, the shape of his smile pressed to your pulse point.
"Please what?" His voice rumbles through you, calloused fingers slowly trailing along your inner thigh. "Use your words."
You whine, hips canting toward his touch, and he tsks softly.
"Jason," you whine, and your voice sounds foreign even to your own ears. Desperate. "You know what I need."
He pulls back just enough to look at you, and the sight of him steals what little breath remains in your lungs. His white streak catches the low light, those soulful eyes dark with want. There's silver threading through the black of his hair now. At his temples, too. Evidence of time passed, of life lived together. It only makes him more devastating.
"Yeah," he murmurs, fingers dancing higher, never quite touching where you ache. "I do know. But I want to hear you say it."
"Jay—" It comes out broken, pleading.
His thumb brushes against you through damp fabric, the barest pressure, and your whole body trembles. He watches your face with an intense focus that borders on animalist— something predatory and instinctual. The realization that you're the target of that attention makes heat pool low in your belly.
"Are you gonna be good for me?" He murmurs as his fingers hook into your underwear, dragging them down with agonizing slowness. "'Hmm?"
"Yes." You nod frantically. "I'll be good. I'm always good, I'll be your good wife—"
"You're always my good wife." Jason's other hand cups your face, thumb brushing your lower lip. "But tonight?" He leans in, breath ghosting across your mouth. "Tonight, I need you to be my good girl."
The distinction between the words, the promise embedded in their subtle shift, sends heat throughout your body. Wife implies partnership, equality, the life you've built together. Girl suggests something else entirely. Something that requires surrender.
You understand perfectly, and your lower half clenches in anticipation.
"Yes," you breathe. "Please, Jason, I'll be so good for you—"
He kisses you then, swallowing the rest of your words. The intensity is almost overwhelming. Dizzying and euphoric, like a drug that works on contact. His tongue sweeps against yours as his fingers finally, finally slip between your thighs, finding you slick and wanting.
You gasp into his mouth, hands scrabbling for purchase against his broad shoulders. Even now, after years, you're obsessed with the reality of him. The heat of his skin, the controlled strength in every movement. He knows exactly how much pressure to use, where to touch, how to make you forget everything except the feel of his hands on you.
"Shit," he groans against your lips, fingers exploring. "You're soaked."
The crude observation makes you clench around nothing, butterflies fluttering in your stomach as he slowly drags through your folds.
He trails open-mouthed kisses down your jaw, teeth scraping, and you know he'll leave marks. He always does when he gets like this—possessive, focused, determined to map evidence of his claim across your skin. You'll wear his bruises proudly. Tokens similar to fine jewelry. Visible proof at the base of your throat when you pour coffee tomorrow morning, evidence of your vow to be his in every way he'll have you.
"Going to give my wife what she wants," Jason murmurs against your collarbone, and there's dark amusement in his tone. One finger circles your entrance, dipping inside just enough to make you whimper before withdrawing. "Isn't that what I promised? For better or worse, in sickness and health..." He pushes two fingers in suddenly, and your back arches off the bed. "In desperate fucking need?"
You can't respond. Can't do anything but keen and clutch at him as he works you open, curling his fingers with perfect precision. He knows your body better than you do sometimes, knows exactly where to touch, how much pressure, what angle makes you see stars.
"There we go," he praises, and the approval in his voice makes warmth bloom in your chest alongside the building heat lower down. "That's my girl. Taking my fingers so pretty."
His thumb finds your clit, rubbing slow circles that contrast the increasingly urgent thrust of his fingers, and you feel yourself getting close already. Too fast. But Jason's been teasing you all evening—stolen touches while making dinner, his hand on your thigh during the movie you'd barely watched—and your body remembers. Anticipation wound tight through hours of waiting.
"Jason," you gasp, eyes fluttering shut. "Oh, fuck. Jay, I'm—"
"Not yet," he murmurs, and his fingers slow to something torturous. Deep, long strokes that keep you on edge. "Want to feel you a little longer, sweetheart."
The denial makes you whimper, hips rolling to seek more friction, but Jason's free hand comes to rest on your lower abdomen—not quite holding you down, but a grounding presence. A reminder that he's in control.
"Look at me," he says, voice rough, and you force your eyes open.
He's so close now, shifted up so he can watch your face while his hand works between your thighs. The hunger in his gaze makes you clench around his fingers.
"Fuck," Jason breathes, and there's something almost reverent in his tone despite the crude word. "How'd I get this lucky, huh?" His fingers curl, hitting that perfect spot, and you gasp. "Pretty face. Pretty sounds." His thumb circles your clit. "Pretty pussy."
"Jason—" It comes out broken, desperate.
"All mine." He leans in, pressing his forehead to yours, and his breathing has gone ragged. "My wife. Get to touch you like this whenever I want. Get to make you shake and beg and—" His fingers speed up, and you keen. "—fall apart on my hand."
My wife. My wife. My wife.
He kisses you, hungry and deep, swallowing your whimpers as his fingers work you relentlessly. When he pulls back, it's only enough to speak against your lips, and his voice has dropped to something even darker.
"Gonna make you come so fucking hard, sweetheart." Another curl of his fingers, another wave of pleasure. "Wanna feel this perfect cunt squeeze my fingers. Wanna watch your face when you let go for me."
The devotion in his voice breaks something open inside you. You clutch at his shoulders, his neck, trying to anchor yourself as the pleasure builds higher.
"There you go. So close now, aren't you? Gonna soak my hand?" He kisses your cheek, your jaw, the corner of your mouth—gentle touches that contrast with the increasingly urgent work of his fingers. "Let me see it, yeah? Let me watch you fall apart for me."
His thumb presses harder against your clit, his fingers curling just right, and you're right there on the edge. Trembling and desperate and so full of feeling you might burst.
"I've got you. Always got you."
His mouth is on yours again—swallowing the moan that tears from your throat as your orgasm finally crashes through you. You clench around his fingers rhythmically, pleasure rolling through you in waves, and Jason works you through every second of it.
"That's my girl," he murmurs against your lips when you finally still. "So beautiful."
He withdraws his fingers slowly, carefully, and you watch—dazed and boneless—as he brings them to his mouth, licking away what remains with a groan that vibrates through your bones.
You're still catching your breath when Jason shifts, moving down your body with clear intent. His hands are already pushing up your shirt, mouth following the revealed skin.
"Jason—" Your voice sounds wrecked. "Baby, I just—"
"I know." He presses a kiss just below your navel, and you feel his smile again. "But I told you, didn't I? I'm gonna take care of my wife tonight. Gonna make you come on my tongue until you forget your own name." He looks up at you through his lashes, and the combination of his rough face between your thighs and that surprisingly sweet gaze makes your heart clench. "You okay with that, sweetheart?"
As if you could ever say no to him. As if you'd want to.
"Yes," you whisper. "Please."
Jason's answering grin is sharp enough to cut. "That's my good girl."
And then his mouth is on you, and coherent thought becomes impossible.
authors note: dilfson todd....im purring and preening and crying and creaming!!!!! no other explanation for this
anyways as usual comments & reblogs are appreciated and loved 😽😽 i work like a dog on treats
He really cant help but love your body, and he needs to show you just how much
CW: chubby reader and SUPER self-indulgent, sex, king shark mention wtf, not proofread
Had to get back to my roots on dilfson todd
“Babe are you listening to me?” You interrogate with a hip cocked to the side and gaze pinning Jason down.
Jason had a little “secret” that has stayed with him all these years. He loves your body. Just all of it. Especially right now. His eyes were locked on your face dreamily as you attempted to scold him, and those same eyes trail down. Over your breasts then to your midsection and hips, he stared at your shirt stretching over your plush tummy.
You look away bashfully, knowing this exact routine as you walk back to the counter, and grab a cloth to wipe it down after you instructed him to. You swipe your hand over the surface, it’s not done to look more attractive, so why is Jason walking to you with a hungry glint in his eyes?
Instead you pointed your gaze to the counter as you continued the chore. That was, until you halted upon feeling the bigger man rest a hand over yours that held the simple fabric. “It’s my chore sweetheart, let me..” his voice is hushed.
It’s like this doesn’t happen all the time as you raise your hands, floundering on what to do now that you’re trapped between your husband and the counter and while Jason wipes down the table. “So, are you gonna let me leave?” You tilt your head back to meet his appraising gaze.
“I could, but I love the company right now.” He smirks, his broad hand rubbing over the softness of your tummy as his lazy tone carries a glaring hint of flirtation. “Don’t want you mad at me, gorgeous, so I’ll do as you like. As they say, happy wife, happy life.”
“You really believe that?”
“(Name), I’m the only one who knows how true that is.”
“Weirdo…” you mutter, only to have your cheek smushed with a firm kiss, and Jason whispers “Go, take a nap, I’ll handle the kids when they wake up from theirs, ‘kay?”
You nod and pull away without much of a fight, taking a few steps to the staircase until you hear and feel the crack of a wet rag on your ass, “Ow! Jason!” You exclaim, rubbing away the sting on your ass.
The rare, childish grin on his face appeared with the most minute snicker bubbling from him, “don’t worry honey, go rest, I’ll kiss it better in a bit.”
As you huff and continue towards the stairs, your husband's eyes linger on your body. Ass, back, thighs, arms, head, everything.
His admiration doesn’t halt as he spots you in bed, rather than going to sleep you had simply taken your bra off and wore a tank top, one that hugs you enough for Jason to get a nice view of your perked nipples as you flick through a book.
It had only been a few hours of him doing chores followed by playing with your toddler and infant children, finally having tired them both out to sleep for a few long hours, meaning plenty of time to spend with you.
Finally noticing him, you smile and peer up, “Hey babe,”
“Hey yourself, doll,” he shoots back quickly, his steps heavy as his firm footsteps ring closer to you. From the way your hair was pulled back to the swell of your tits and hips and the pudge of your tummy and thighs, Jason was thoroughly entranced.
The bed sinks with his added weight as he snatches the book from your lazy hold, dog-earring the page courteously and tossing it to the nightstand on his mostly empty side. “You’re the sexiest woman in the world…my god..” he exhales, inching his face closer.
Chuckling, you instinctively wrap your arms around his neck, “You’re too easily impressed Mr Todd.”
The huge calloused hands grip your ass and knead the flesh like dough before moving to rub up and down your clothes thighs, “How could I not be impressed when the chick impressing me is Mrs Todd herself?”
A girlish blush takes over your face and you force your gaze away, only for him to pull you closer, chasing your lips into a bruising kiss. You don’t even have time to think as he pushes his tongue into your mouth, and hikes your legs over his hips. A familiar bulge nudges you through his pants; thick, heavy and intimidating may be the only way you could describe the cock that you’ve felt countless times.
You melt into the prolonged kiss, moaning as he pushes his hips to grind his cock against your crotch, and he lets a pleasured grunt exhale as he feels your hips gyrating in time with his.
You initiate the pull away from him, lips detaching from each other with a thin string of saliva connecting you both. Jason wastes no time, reaching his hands to graze over your breasts, forcing a shudder out of you.
He peers down at your body from this angle, chest heaving and face warmed with flustered arousal, and he smiles, “So, might be too early to have baby number three—but wanna practice for the making of it?” He thumbs your nipples now through your thin top, wanting to catch your gaze again just to see if he can make you even more flushed with the rush of blood to your cheeks.
So he loves your body, is that even an insane thought? Well..by the way he worships it like it’s a true temple—like he is now, holding you sopping panties to his nose and inhaling deeply while he drags his dick along your warm cunt. He pulls his nose away as he border-line babbles
“Love you, love this body, love you…shit you could look like—I dunno, king shark and I’d still wanna fuck you and be the father of all our half-shark babies.” He chuckled against your neck, squishing on your love handles, and the moan that you were mid-expelling dissolved into a giggle, but you swear you can feel a thick vein pulsing rapidly with Jason’s heartbeat against the spongy insides, with renewed rutting inside of you.
Bottom line: Jason loves you and your body…I mean REALLY loves it.
𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: husband!jason todd x reader + their daughters!
𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: the domestic life of jason todd and his family
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: blurb style, none, fluff, (if anyone wants a part two lmk im desperate to push the domestic!dad!jason todd agenda && i have far too many ideas haha), update part 2 is here
✶husband!jason is an absolute disaster at making ponytails, they’re always either too loose or too tight.
braids? now that’s a different story, he’s an absolute pro. years of experience with guns have given him agile fingers to make all sorts of styles— three and four strand, fishtail, french… you name it.
your two daughters— elizabeth and astrid— only ask for their dad when they need to do their hair.
✶husband!jason and you who always read stories to your daughters before bed. their favourite thing ever is when you two put on voices. as soon as they can read they’re reading the easier sentences.
✶husband!jason who is in charge of the weekly menus, all of the family’s meals are perfectly balanced and even include a sweet treat twice a week. he knows how important a good nutrition is.
✶husband!jason who teaches his daughters how to throw a punch the same day they learn to ride a bike. both things were recorded by you.
✶husband!jason and you who get called to the headmaster’s office because elizabeth has punched a boy in her class.
you glare at jason when he congratulates your daughter for the swing. he pretends to be disappointed. elizabeth knows neither of you are really angry— after all, she was defending one of her classmates— but still promises not to do it again.
✶husband!jason and you who always try to go on little dates; the cute restaurant down the street, a new place downtown or simply talking and kissing under the stars.
✶husband!jason (and you, even though you’re more chill about it) who goes insane the first time elizabeth has a sleepover. he’s practically climbing up the walls and ready to hack the feed of the girl’s neighbourhood to check everything is okay.
you convince him not to go get lizzie unless she calls. your methods to convince him are very… efficient.
✶husband!jason that can’t stop crying happy tears when you tell him you’re pregnant with your second.
he always finds an excuse to rest his hand on your rounding belly, always near in case you need something. he’s learnt a thing or two from your first pregnancy so now he keeps all the weird food you like stocked up.
✶husband!jason who always starts his day the same way; kissing you. if for some reason he can’t, he’ll be cranky until before bed when you finally give him one.
✶husband!jason who finds little lizzie crying because she doesn’t want to be forgotten or brushed aside when the new baby comes. he wipes her tears and explains that a new sister just means more love, you and him could never love lizzie any less— if anything you two love her more every passing day.
✶husband!jason who can’t believe his heart can hold this much love.
✶husband!jason who is sick of having his family at his home. he gets it, they all want to be with lizzie and you and near the baby and blah blah blah. he just wants his peace and quiet back.
but they make you happy so he doesn’t say anything and endures damian’s comments and dick emptying his pantry and bruce lurking and tim— tim isn’t that bad. and neither are duke, steph or cass. but they all come in a pack so he just has to endure.
✶husband!jason who left the vigilante life a long time ago, and yet he knows he’d do anything to protect his family and the life he’s built with you.
✶husband!jason who swears he’s going to die again because of astrid. if lizzie punched one kid one time, astrid jumps into a fight at every occasion she gets. she just has a need to defend anyone who can’t do it themselves, or push bullies back.
not only that but she tries copying her uncle dick’s acrobatics. the moment jason sees her dangling from the railing of the stairs he feels his heart stop.
she reminds jason— and the entire family— of how he was as a kid.
✶husband!jason who enrolls her in soccer. he had bruce’s training to burn energy off but there’s no way in hell she’s stepping foot into that life— somehow he ends up being the coach?
a/n: don't lie, dilf jason and dilf dick made us all gasp.
warnings: smut, age gap, older jason todd, younger afab reader, a few mentions of cock
Jason Todd, or as he was known in your mind, Dilfson Todd, which is what you had taken to calling him every time the older man offered to help you in that comforting understated way of his.
Helped you with your car battery that had suddenly died. Helped you carry your groceries into your apartment when he saw the angry red lines on your hands from hauling the bags 3 blocks from the store. Helped you build your furniture because who just has a drill lying around (he does).
"You should probably check we did it right." He was crouched next to you packing up his things, completely oblivious to the way you were oogling him, wondering what he would look like looming over you in bed.
"How? By jumping on it?" You could think of better ways to test the sturdiness of your new bed.
"Sure, seems as good a test as any." Wiping his hands on the sides of his pants, he stood up to his full height, cocking his head when he saw the no doubt lustful look on your face, brows creasing in confusion for a moment before cottoning on to your thoughts. "Oh sweet girl, don't even go there."
Blinking up at him innocently, your hands clasped behind your back, body weight rocking back and forth. The picture of innocence. "I didn't say anything."
He scoffed, shaking his head at your facade. "Face says it all. Better of finding some poor young bloke. You don't need some old man ruining you."
You raised your brows in mock surprise. "Ruin me? Jason, you think too highly of yourself."
"What was that about thinking too highly of myself?" Jason cooed, gripping your jaw firmly in one hand, green eyes glaring challengingly into yours like he knew you couldn't find it in yourself to make a smart remark back at him. His hips never let up, pushing into you at a steady rhythm that he had somehow kept up despite your attempts at slowing his pace for a moment to gain back some control. "C'mon, where's that smart mouth of yours."
"I-mhm." Rolling your hips down into the bed, the slight change in angle forced Jason to hit your spot dead on every thrust and had you moaning loudly, adjusting your grip on his waist to make sure he didn't purposefully move away and ruin the pleasure that was making your toes curl. "If you stop, I'll kill you."
Letting out a huff of amusement, Jason let go of your face, instead gripping your calf, pushing your leg up until it was resting on his shoulder to get a better angle to drop his weight onto you, both arms holding himself up a little on either side of your head, thrusts turning into deliciously controlled grinding swivels of his hips, the head of his cock now rubbing incessantly against you.
A moan got stuck in your throat and you didn't even have the brain capacity to be embarrassed at the stuttering whimper that came out instead. You weren't quite sure what to focus on, the onslaught of pleasure, both physical and mental, making your ears ring a little. Digging your nails into his waist to ground yourself, you blinked up at him with teary eyes, walls fluttering at the look he was giving you. "Wanna come.."
He tsked, stroking one finger down the side of your face. "Do you deserve it?" You nodded, pouting. "What about me? Do I get to come?" Wrapping your arms around his torso as best as you could, you pushed his hips deeper into you, a strangled moan working its way up your throat at the feeling of his cock starting an almost painful push on your cervix.
"Inside, please Jason," you stuttered out, writhing your hips in the opposite direction to his own to increase the friction to your poor engorged clit. "Oh god please, come inside me. PLease please please." The man always was a sucker for sweet girls using their manners, and if you started rhythmically clenching tightly around his cock almost as if you were trying to pull the orgasm from him, well that was just an accident.
Jason let out a hiss at the vice like grip around him, hammering into you in quick deep thrusts that sent him careening over the edge that you both had been teetering on for the past 20 minutes, head thrown back and face screwed up in unbridled pleasure. The sight of his obvious contentment and the feeling of his cock pulsing as he emptied himself into you had you crashing over the edge with a yelp.
Burying his face in your hair, Jason kept swivelling his hips slowly to ride out your pleasure, letting out low grunts as he moved dangerously closer to overstimulation. "I think my dick will fall off if you squeeze it any tighter."
Letting out a weak giggle, you pushed at his hips until he relented, cock slipping out of you as he pulled back, making you both wince. Gently lifting your leg off his shoulder, Jason massaged the trembling muscles gently until you stopped grimacing and patted the space next to you for him to drop onto.
Lying on his back, you shuffled your way into his side, tangling your legs with his and breathing in the intoxicating smell of the fucked out male. You had never really seen Jason properly relaxed, always seeming slightly on edge, but the content sighs he was letting out and the sight of his bright eyes closing slowly made your heart flutter a little. He felt at least safe enough to nod off in your presence.
"I need that dick to stay right where it is or I think I'll die."
He cracked a soft smile, squeezing your side. Who said romance was dead.
summary: Jason loves to hear you ramble on and on, but sometimes you just don’t know how to stop. (based off of this ask)
warnings: mdni (18+)— not proofread (as always 🚬), smut, some fluff, allusions to a blowjob, needy ass Jason (he's a cheeky lil bitch, but *lovingly*), dry humping, mutual masturbation, finger sucking, hoppin dih dih dih (cowgirl position), p in v sex, raw sex, creampie, erhm yeah :3?
word count: 3.8k
a/n: first fic of 2026!! sorry that this took a hot minute for me to get to but I still hope you like it 💗!!
The snowfall seems to swirl and dance with the breeze, calling for a pretty and soft sight against the background of Gotham city's harsh and ruthless winter.
Outside, in a town usually painted black and grey with gore, the fresh snow and soft ice made everything freakishly white and feel almost clean.
The sight was stark in comparison to the usual gloom you were used to, and the change of season was always a feat most found hard to grasp. But here, inside of your warm and dimly lit home, you forgot entirely about the world outside.
The smell of cinnamon and vanilla filled your nose as an almost sweltering heat surrounded and hugged your body, chasing away the cold starting to creep in through the dingy cracks of your windows. The warmth wrapped itself around your waist and back, strong arms holding you tight and trying pushing you further into it as you laid your cheek against its chest.
You weren’t sure as to how long you’d spent the day like this, cuddled up on the couch in soft pajamas while your living heater of a husband held you close, but you weren’t complaining.
His chest rose and fell softly, heart pounding at a steady beat in time with yours, his nose nuzzled itself gently into the soft tufts of your hair as his lips rested against the arch of your brow, and you swore nothing else mattered.
It was one of those rare “once in a lifetime” days where Gotham was just too cold for crime, a day he could stay home and rest. When all he had and was allowed to think about was you, his favorite person.
And what better way to spend your time together than to cuddle up on the couch and let you ramble on and on?
A thin blanket covers the bottom half of your bodies, feet in fuzzy socks and legs tangled together as they sink into the plush couch cushions while the sound of your relentless babbling fills the room.
It started with Jason asking you a question, a simple “What was that book you were reading about?” which slowly and somehow turned into you explaining the genius world building of one of your favorite movies.
It was the easiest way he could lure you into letting him hear your voice, his favorite song and sound. You always got so embarrassed when he said he loved the way you went on and on about things, to the point you would become so aware you would stop talking.
And after so many years of marriage, he just couldn’t understand why. But thank goodness it didn’t take long for him to find a way that made you talk— a secret he was prideful that you didn’t catch up on. But even then, with that glorious feat, he still had one problem. Getting you to stop.
“Cause it’s like not just about deforestation but also a huge critique on capitalism, which don’t even get me started on-“ You rant passionately into your husbands chest, fingers mindlessly twirling soft swirl patterns into the material of his old GCU shirt, a small fidgeting habit you always seemed to do when he let you talk for this long.
“Mmhmn.” Jason hums into your forehead, a smile perking up on his lips as he looks down at the way your brows slightly furrow and lips pout the more in depth you start to ramble.
He always loved the little quirks you never seemed to notice.
“And it’s always about human greed! The more we have, the more we want and there just doesn’t seem to be an end…” Your words fade out as he starts to focus more on your face, mind so rudely starting to wander after watching the way your lips part and shine from a quick pass of your tongue.
Then a memory, just a flash, of you on your knees pops up into his head.
Your pretty eyes looking up at him, all wide and full of tears while his large hand combed through your hair slowly and gently, guiding you as your plump and kiss swollen lips parted themselves over his thick and aching cock.
It was gone as fast as it came, but it still made his whole body freeze.
His heart stopped, his breath caught in his throat, and the hand that held your head in the memory stopped its movements of rubbing your back right now.
Every sensation seemed to move down his body, like electricity running through his veins as he suddenly felt his cock twitch.
Fuck.
Heat crept up his neck, then his heart kick started the rest of his body back up again. It started pounding, thumping against his ribs as he tried to make his gasping for air not so obvious.
His eyes trace your face, searching for any sign of annoyance or disgust.
But you, sweet blissfully unaware you, were still rambling.
“I mean it's an endless cycle, it’s why we have so many movies based off of tropes like this…” You went on and on, and Jason sighed a small breath of relief. Just a small one.
Once you got into these rants, you really never stopped. The whole world seemed to pause for you, and Jason could never dream of taking you out of that. But right now, at this very moment, he wished to hear a different sort of sound coming out of that pretty mouth of yours.
Usually, he hadn’t a problem ignoring these… urges?
Most of the time, he was able to pocket these thoughts into the back of his head. Saving the ideas and memories that burned through him for when he really needed you, when they would overflow and he had the opportunity to get everything out of his system at once.
But with you laying on his chest, knees nudging against his thighs as your ass slightly rubs up against his semi, he can’t think of anything but having you right now.
Your tits pressed against his chest, body soft and supple in comparison to the hard ridges of his own. Your lips seemed to be getting even softer and plumper as you went on, the spit from you licking them again making them shine in the light.
It doesn’t take much longer for Jason to decide he’s had enough. He needs you, now.
But he’s slow with it, he knows he can’t rush but rather start by easing into firmer touches than before.
Where his hand rubbed your back, they moved down towards your waist. Slowly starting to thumb at the band of your pants as his fingers sprawled against the exposed skin below your ridden up shirt.
His nose nestled itself back into your hair, kissing along the lines of your cheeks as he (sorta) roughly pulled you up towards him.
“Really?” He hummed lowly into your skin, the sound coming up like a rumble in his throat after you said something in a particularly excited voice.
His hands made their way towards your ass, holding the soft flesh of your thighs as you mindlessly began to straddle him to be in a more comfortable position.
He bit back a groan, feeling of your warmth settling against his fully hard and aching cock.
“Yeah, but I honestly enjoy it everytime…” You reply, still somehow unaware of just what he was trying to do.
“Uh-huh…” He mumbles, leaning back in to kiss your skin.
Where he was giving small, tender pecks before, he changed to giving slow, open mouth kisses now. Dangerous, like a predator feeling up its prey, his mouth moved along your cheeks and down your jaw.
His breath was heavy, hot and aching against your skin. His hips jolt up into you, a groan rumbles up from within his chest, and your brain finally pauses long enough for your lips to stop moving.
Your body freezes, immediately feeling the burning heat radiating off of him and letting it start to settle into you. Your own heart races, heat crawling up your neck and spreading over you as you feel Jason pull you in closer.
You had half the mind to gasp and playfully slap him, tease and giggle before easing into him. But he thrusts his hips up into you again, and every thought of resistance flies out your mind, instead leaving a tiny whimper to fall from your lips in their place.
Just what he wanted to hear.
The change in air was immediate as he quickly pressed his mouth against yours.
He kissed like he was trying to devour. Tongue pushing past your lips to suck at your own, spit dribbling down the sides where they met, and it felt like he tried to take the very air out of your lungs until there was nothing left but him.
His arms hugged your waist, pulling you in closer and closer, tighter until your skin practically felt raw against the soft clothing separating you two.
You couldn’t fight the needy little whine that came out your throat, letting your face burn as you gripped at his shoulders for support.
You felt the fucker smirk at the noise, a hand coming to comb your hair before pulling you off of him in a swift motion.
Now that he had you, he sure as hell wasn’t letting this go.
Your lips open in a small ‘o’, a silent gasp escaping as you try to ground your mind and body before he’s pulling your head to tilt it back, exposing the bare skin of your neck to him.
He hums almost happily, nose nudging into the skin of your chin before making his way down to the smell of faint vanilla lingering on your neck from your lotion. He latches on before you can even catch your breath.
The sensation gives you whiplash. The feeling of his mouth moving slow and soft, leaving behind gentle nibbles and long licks, as opposed to the swift and messy movements of his hands still roaming your body makes your head spin.
“J-jay.” You stutter out, nails digging into the skin of shoulders to try and get his attention, but he pays you no mind.
The movements of his hips were growing absolutely devastating, sending shocks of pleasure spreading throughout your body. You felt it from the base of your spine to the very tips of your fingers, and you swore you could cry.
“Hon’, please.” you murmur, hands rushing up to his head and gripping at the soft locks.
“Mmn,” he merely moans against your skin, wide green eyes looking up at you from below. His mouth made its way further down, now sucking at the tops of your exposed breasts.
Since when did he pull your top down?
“Slow down.” Your hands grip his hair tighter, pulling and forcing his head off. His lips leave you with a soft ‘pop’, the skin red and tender where his teeth were last grazing against.
His brows furrow, a pout on his swollen lips as he whines and looks at you with a sort of disappointment.
“Slow down.” you repeat as you bite back a giggle, leaning down to kiss his parted lips.
He hums, chasing the peck you give him and turning it back into something deeper.
“Can’t, need you.” His hands wander back down your body, thumbs digging into the band of your pants all over again. This time, he catches your underwear with them, dragging and pulling down fabric until you're exposed and he's making you kick them off.
His fingers reach towards your pussy, a soft schlick noise filling the room as he parts your glossy lips.
“So wet f’me, haven’t even fucked you yet.” he purrs lowly, a toothy grin painting his face.
He watches you stutter, brows furrowing as you tilt your head into him and arch your back at the featherlight touches he gives you.
His thick digits run up and down your slit, gathering wetness from your entrance and teasing it up to your clit. He nudges each nerve with every swipe, shocks burning through you as a whiny little please start to spill from you.
“Hah- Don’t tease.” you moan, hips moving in time with his fingers.
You can feel him twitching against your thigh, the thick length of him burning through the fabric as you cling onto his shoulders.
He groans as you grind against him, shaky hands reaching down to pull out his cock. Your fingers trail down his belly, feeling the soft muscles of his stomach twitch and contract beneath his ridden up shirt while your nails scratch over the thick hair of his exposed happy trail.
He’s already leaking pre when you touch him, the tip of him needy and swollen as your hand wraps around the base.
It was almost impossible to believe some part of Jason’s scared and tired body could still feel so soft, even as it ached with a hardness he always got when holding you.
You move your wrist slowly, thumbing at the leaky tip and spreading it around for better movement. You watch as he bites his lips, chest heaving against yours as you both melt into the other's touch.
You can feel the way your slick has started to dribble down his wrist now, fingers carefully pumping in and out of you. Stretching you full with gentle scissoring motions as his fingertips nudge and press up against your gummy walls, finding the sensitive spot he knows will always make you fall apart.
You’re close to shaking, knees weak and almost trembling as you try to bite back the obscene noises that threaten to flow out of you.
You were practically biting your lips raw from holding back, embarrassment flooding through you at the sounds that manage to push past.
For all he loved to hear you talk, Jason sure loved to hear you moan even more.
Watching the way your lips part, chest heaving and throat gulping down the sweetest sounds he’s ever heard. Fuck, he swears he could get drunk on it.
Eventually, your lips had found his again, now panting and breathing into his open mouth. He eats every moan you push into him, tongue diving back into you as he licks and laps up your taste. Drool spills messily from the corners of where you connect, chins and cheeks sticky with the messy sight.
Your hand squeezes him gently, movements following the ridges and slight curve of his thick cock. Your fingers trace the sensitive lines of his veins, following one that starts beneath the base and slowly curls its way around to the side. The one you can always feel when he fucks you raw, making your head spin.
He moans when you pass your thumb back onto his tip, feeling more and more pre start to build. He was close.
You grin at the sound, repeating the movement as his hips buck into you mindlessly.
“Thought you said no teasing?” he groans, pulling away from your mouth. His fingers pinch your clit lightly, making a whine (that sounded more like a weird warble) spill out of you.
“Mngh, said that about you to me,” you pout, “not the other way around.”
He huffs out a laugh, giving you a peck on the lips before moving his fingers away from you.
“Sorry baby, I can make it up to you?” his voice is dripping in need, and you know just what he means.
You follow his movements, heart pounding out of your chest as you nod eagerly.
“Good girl,” he hums.
His fingers, still covered in your slick, lift up to your lips. He taps them against the plump flesh like he would his cock, “Open, ma.”
You obey, taking them in and sucking away immediately. Your tongue swirls around the digits, the salty flavor of your arousal and his skin hitting setting into your taste buds.
Your eyes stare into his the whole time, tears swelling at the corners as you feel him start to shove his fingers further back into your mouth.
“Jay.” you scold softly, the sound muffled around the saliva that started to build on your tongue.
“Sorry sorry…” he replies in an amused hum, pulling out his fingers and in turn sucking the saliva you left on them off with his own mouth.
Nasty fucker.
His hands find your hips again, fingers digging into your ass before giving you a soft pat. A signal to spread your legs and brace yourself.
You immediately do, fixing your position as your fingers find their way back to his shoulder for support once more.
“Fuck, so wet baby.” he groans as he starts to rub himself against your pussy, watch as the slick drips down and coats him fully.
His tip sinks into you slowly, spreading you open inch by devastating inch. You moan softly, walls clenching around the fat length as he helps lower you steadily onto his fat cock.
When you’ve settled down all the way, he pauses his movements, letting you feel and get used to the feeling of him.
He’s so hot beneath your skin, every inch of his body seems to burn and ignite itself into flames as he touches you. You can feel it start to melt and settle into your own bones, unsure if the need you feel is your own or his anymore.
“Move.” You gasp out when you’re ready, hips rolling into him gently as a signal.
He hums in acknowledgment, arms coming to wrap around your waist, pushing your tits into his face as he starts to slowly bounce you up and down.
It starts off gentle, the way it always does. With his cock still easing itself into your still tight walls, stretching you around every ridge and curve of him.
His lips find your breasts, sucking and practically drooling all over your nipples. He moans at the taste of your skin, eyes shutting softly as he savors the feeling of you all over.
The slow movements of his hips start to fasten, thick cockhead kissing your cervix with every push and pull. His veins massage your gummy walls, nudging at your sweet spots and making you gush onto him.
You can practically hear the way your pussy clenches around him now, wetness coating your thighs and his stomach as it spills and pools with every heavy thrust.
“So tight.” Jason moans, breathy little high pitched whines rising from his chest as he feels your hips grind into the rhythm of his.
“Best fuckin’ pussy, baby. Fuck.”
His hands massage the fat of your ass, squeezing and kneading the flesh. His eyes roll back as you clench around him, chest heaving as the sound of your mixed moans fill the room.
Your body leans into his own, full weight pressing against him as he keeps fucking up into you.
His biceps flex and tighten, using his strength to make you bounce on his cock over and over.
Years ago, you might’ve felt bad. Would’ve pushed away and rolled yours hips to help, sat up and strained the muscles of your own calves in order to make it easier on him. But you didn’t anymore, haven’t done it since you realized he liked it.
The feel of your body against his, your weight crushing him as your skin sticks together with the thin layer of sweat that covers you both, practically melting into him as he nuzzled his nose and nibbled at the skin of your neck like he was trying to swallow you whole.
Your arms wrapped around his shoulders fully now,
his head resting at the top of your breast while your own rested a cheek against the messy tufts of his hair. Your nails scratch at his back, moans increasing in volume as his movements start to roughen.
At some point, he’d bent his knees for a better stance, resulting in the brutal way he was now plowing into you over and over.
His cock twitched, heavy balls tightening as more pre spilled and coated your walls.
You could feel the knot in your belly being to tighten, pleasure spreading from the base of your spine until the tips of your fingers felt raw and numb with it.
His breath is hot on your skin, his mouth wide open as he groans and whines at the way you tighten around his aching cock.
“M’ gonna cum,” he grumbles out weakly, voice high pitched and breathless. “W-where do you want it, baby?”
“Inside, please,” you moan out immediately, “inside inside inside.” You repeat the word over and over like a mantra, too cockdrunk that the thought of him pulling out feels like he just said he didn’t love you.
But Jason did love you, more than words could ever describe. Though he had a hard time saying it, his actions always spoke louder than his words. And stuffing you full of his hot, sticky cum was definitely one of his favorites.
“Yeah? Gonna fill you up, ma. Gonna have you feelin me for days- f-fuck-!” He groans loudly, hips stuttering in their movements as your cunt gushes around him.
You gasp, a broken sob leaving you as you cum.
Your back arches, knees locking up and shaking as your tight walls spasm all over his cock, milking him as he releases hot ropes of his cum inside with one final thrust.
His heavy cock twitches and his hips stutter, still fucking you onto him as you ride both of your highs out.
“That’s it baby, that’s it.” He mumbles lowly, words practically melting into one, his tone entirely fucked out as his eyes roll back and shut from the raw sensation of your pussy still clenching on him.
Cum spills out of you in tiny droplets, a creamy ring forming at the base where you meet as his movements slow down to a stop.
His chest heaves, lungs burning and his forehead sweaty as his shaking hands rub up and down your back in a soothing motion.
Your head falls into his shoulders, slouching your body and you swear you can hear the way Jason’s fast heartbeat starts to slow down.
Your cheek is sticky against his skin, you feel his lips come to kiss your temples in a featherlight touch. His cock softens inside of you, but he doesn’t pull out, only leaving it as a sort of plug to keep his spent inside.
Your fingers comb through his hair, scratching gently at his scalp and he hums in bliss. The tense muscles of his body soften, arms stopping to wrap around you in his heavy warmth and you realize you’re back to how this whole thing started.
Only now, you were too out of breath to even form any words.
The room fills with the sound of your gentle breathing, both of you laying together in a peaceful quiet. Until Jason decides to speak.
“Yknow, its good to know all it takes is my dick to shut you up.”
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a/n: didn’t know how 2 end this >_<, i got real lazy by the end of last year so im greasing my smut writing wheels again chat okay bear with mee
( 𝜗𝜚 ) The scene was almost domestic, unrealistically pleasing to see Jason leaned back against the kitchen counter with his coffee mug in hand, looking totally sublime as he took slow methodical sips of the strong, black liquid.
But beneath the surface, he was being completely undone.
His cock, thick and heavy, was shoved deep in the warmth of your mouth to the hilt, stretching your lips past their limits. After your tongue swirled around the sensitive ridge of his mushroom head, you sucked him back down.
Looking up past your fluttering lashes, eyes watering from sheer the depth of him, you watch him swallow his drink with ease. Hips giving an involuntary twitch to the back of your throat as a silent giveaway of just how much he was struggling to stay composed.
The hand that wasn't holding the steaming mug found purchase at the back of your head, thick fingers tangling in your hair tugging just enough to keep your head tilted at the perfect angle as you increased the pace.
When He finally set the mug down on the counter with a muffled thud, his knuckles white against the ceramic. You could feel his causal facade start to crumble down. Eyes blown slipping into a raw, hungry grimace as he gazed down at the mess you made.
The only sound in the quiet kitchen was the wet, rhythmic sliding of your lips over his glistening length and the occasional, sharp hiss of his breath whenever you swiped your tongue along the underside of his dick.
He watched with a dark, predatory focus as your mouth stretched to accommodate his width. The sight of your spit glistening on his shaft and dripping from your chin onto your tits, made his cock twitch deep in your throat. "Fucking hell, baby...you're ruining me," he whimpered, his composure finally snapping.
His head lulled back with a jagged moan as he gave up the act. His hips hammering up into your throat while he gripped your hair, forcing you to take every last pulsing inch of him.
Needy and close, his breath was coming in hot, shallow hitches as he murmured praises against the quiet of the kitchen.
The sound was so filthy and lewd— a messy, constant smack of his balls against your chin as his hips moved in desperation, sent a low appreciative moan to hit the back of your throat, eyes rolling to the back in ecstasy.
He let out a broken sound that was of a half-sigh, half-shudder. His body tensing as he drove himself into the heat of your mouth.
His grip shifted, thumb stroking your cheek sweetly to tilt your head back. Opening you up even more, making sure you were comfortable even as he pushed deeper to the point of gagging.
"That's it, sweetheart," he rasped, his voice sounding completely wrecked and sweet. "You’re doing so good for me, baby. Just stay open like that... let me feel how tight you are around me
He hit his limit a second later, his body going rigid as he let out a long, broken groan. He bucked one last time, burying himself profoundly, coming hard.
You stayed right there, throat open wide, taking the heat of every thick rope of cum while he leaned his weight against the counter. His other hand coming down to cup the back of your neck, holding you close while he shook with the release.
Synopsis: After all these years, Dick still thinks Jason’s wife is hot. And Jason’s wife still doesn’t regret her husband because he believes in a happy wife is a happy life….especially in his new role as Batman.
Warnings: Female pronouns, Use of She/Her, Not Proofread, SMUT!!!!, 18+ Content, MINORS DNI, No spoilers for the comics (I don’t even know the name except that’s its DILF city), Character Death,Older, Established Couple (I’m headcanoning that Jason is 45-48 in that picture), LEWD AND INDESCRIBABLY INDECENT imagery, unprotected p-in-v (warp it up), or
Author’s Note: The surprise part 4 of Jason’s Girl??? Is here!!!! Dilfson Todd awoken me from my slumber and heartache to imagine this man as my husband. 🫣
This was a long time coming. The moment everyone in the BatFamily was aware of but didn’t want to accept.
Bruce was getting old.
Too old to be Batman. Too old to keep Gotham safe without the aches and pains of new and old battle wounds slowing him down.
Despite pushing his 60s, he still tried to be the Batman Gotham needed, and that led to the current war among the star line above Gotham’s pavement.
The battle among Birds to see who will take the mantel of Batman.
Dick believed it has always been his birth right to succeed Bruce. He was the first Robin, the one who start the long line of sidekicks ahead of him. His trauma was the closest with his love for the city pushing him through all his pain and heart ache. He inspired and trained the younger heroes through the Teen Titans and Young Justice teams he helped reared. He would follow Bruce to hell despite the complicated feelings between them.
Damien also believed that it was his birth right as well. He was the only blood son Bruce and the current head of the League of Assassins. He had reformed the League and brought peace to many war torn countries. He learned from his dark upbringing to save the world and not to conquer it. His skills and resources made him an excellent choice.
Tim was the most like him in intellect. His pure brain and technology skills alone made him feel superior as the choice to be Batman. He wasn’t sot out or adopted to sooth Bruce’s own emotional scars. Tim clawed his way into the BatFamily and earned his keep through his determination. He never fell short on his prowess to solve a case and his stubbornness made him believe he served the cowl.
Then there was Jason…
As much as the others loved Jason, they still saw the Red Hood. The bloodshed and madness from the pit in his earlier years of being revived still lingered in their minds. The broken Robin. The reckless one.
Bruce didn’t.
It took a long time for him to see it himself, but he saw something that the others didn’t quite see or name. Healing.
Bruce never gotten married or knowingly had younger children because he believed he would only repeat what happened with his own childhood.
It was the same fear that ran through most of his children. Dick couldn’t bare to open his soul and accept his own faults to any woman long enough to challenge his need for acceptance and abandonment issues. Damien never could break completely from Ra’s Al Ghul’s teachings to accept anyone into the same lifestyle he was bred into. And Tim always kept people at arms length with a practiced smile.
Just like what happened to Jason that night in Bosnia. The night he never forgave himself for.
But, Jason healed. It took a long, long time to. Years of anger melding away piece by piece as he lived his second breath of life. His time as a psychotic drug lord, as a leader of his own trio, and a vigilante dulled his rage, but one thing really did change him for the better.
His wife.
Her presence coming into his life was what really calmed him. Her soul a compliment to his own. Never expecting him to change for her but to just be in her presence and be kind. Her patience and strength being his anchor in the swamp of what the pit made of his mind.
Bruce didn’t think Jason could have that life. A woman who genuinely loves him and eventually children of their own. He wasn’t the angry gun wielder he was before, but a still temperamental but caring hero. Bruce couldn’t be more proud.
So the choice became clear.
Gotham didn’t need another Bruce Wayne as Batman.
Gotham needed someone who was willing to change for the city they loved.
Gotham needed someone who can heal for himself and the city.
Gotham needed Jason.
It had been 10 years since Jason officially became Batman in Gotham City.
The family did become distant since the decision. Dick resented Bruce for never seeing him as a clear equal. Tim, now acting CEO of Wayne Enterprises, was too busy to even call that often. And Damian was now across the world as the new head of the League of Shadows.
The years of radio silence finally ended after the passing of Alfred. His peaceful death reuniting the family in shared grief and beloved memories.
His funeral was moment of tears and laughter as the family quietly reconciled. Especially when they realized the blooming family the other brothers were missing.
Diana Todd was the one they all remembered. A budding girl born not long after the notorious skiing trip that led to Dick breaking his arm. Her dark hair and green eyes making her a spitfire match to Jason.
Then Jamie Todd. The teen trouble maker with his mother’s sweet eyes that can get him out of any trouble. His mischievous nature once cute as a kid when the boys last saw him now made him a shithead.
The two strangers among the surprisingly big Todd family was Lilly and Rose. Two little shy ones hugging their father’s arms as their eyes watched their estranged Uncles curiously. Dick felt like he was haunted by young Jason’s ghost again when he looked at them.
None of them thought Jason would be the type to have a large family, especially after becoming the Dark Knight.
That was until they really got to looking at Y/N.
After the funeral, the family came to Wayne Manor, Jason’s obvious inheritance since Bruce now lives in a remote private island. The home felt different. All the dark and gloom that made the manor imposing was radiating life. A stray toy was thrown around. A skateboard propped up against a staircase. Antique furniture replaced with worn but nice looking pieces.
Walls covered in pictures. Some familiar and some not. All telling the story of a happy family.
All the family sat in the main living room. Barbra and Tim sat on the love seat with a Bluey blanket buried behind their back. Damian leaned against the sofa eyeing the changed decor while Dick sat on the couch beside Jamie, who was too busy texting.
Lily and Rose sat on their father’s lap in his chair as they babbled about something. Jason’s attention only dragged away when Damian asks.
“Didn’t think you’d become soft, Todd. Did the lack of sleep finally get to you?”
Jason glares as he shrugs. There wasn’t any heat in his gaze as he says, “Actually, it was thinning hairline and brittle bones.”
Y/N comes into the room as the family snickers among themselves. Her black dress hugging her curves as she bends down and places the glasses of ice tea down on the coffee table. Dick’s eyes unable to look away.
Dick never stopped thinking she was beautiful but after breaking his arm, he kept his attraction down to a friendly admiration. But after years of not seeing her, the years have been an unfortunate blessing to her.
Her hips were wider now from carrying children. Her muscles soften to cute love handles that made her waist grab able. Her breasts weren’t as perky but drooped on lush mounds that provided for her babes. Her hair now threaded with light sliver as worn cracks on her face highlighted her glow.
Y/N Todd was officially a MILF.
And Jason of course knew it too. His eyes glaring at Dick before softening as his wife brings him a cup with a peak on his cheek. Her eyes diving from his to his large lap full of babies.
“Mama,” Lily says as she looks up at her mom. “I thought you said Pop Pop was coming today.”
Rose cuts in with a whine, “Pop-Pop promised!”
“Pop-pop?” Tim asks with a snicker as he realized who the girls were referring to. Barbra jabs him in the ribs as their girl’s hair is combed back by their mother’s petting.
“Pop-pop’s jet didn’t even fly until very early this morning, baby. He wanted us to start without him, but we are gonna go with him to spread Grandpa Alfred’s ashes on the island.” She assures her girls.
Jamie finally comments lowly. “Maybe we should leave them to be shark food.” His snicker annoying Rose as her face turns red.
Her hand throwing her cup at the teenager as she screams, “Shut up, Jamie!”
The sticky tea splattering on Jamie, Dick, and Y/N as Jason shoots up and grabs Rose up. His eyes hard as he takes Rose upstairs to scold her privately.
“Damn,” Jamie curses as he frantically tries to clean up his phone. “My Fortnite match is ruined!”
Y/N rolls her eyes and as she looks at the mess. Dick already up to avoid ruining his designer suit anymore as tea pools on the couch and floor.
“I am so sorry.” Y/N apologizes as looks at Dick. “Jamie and Rose get on each other’s nerves all the time and Rose is just Jason made all over.”
Her hand snatching her son’s phone away as she gives him a warning look before suggesting, “Jamie, go take Uncle Dick upstairs and let him change into one of Dad’s shirts.”
Jamie’s head bows in surrender as he didn’t want to argue with his mom as he leads Dick upstairs. Diana coming out of the kitchen with paper towels as she suggests to her mom,
“You should go change too.”
“Thank you, baby.”
The sweetly sticky smell of tea made the older woman squirm as she peeled the drenched fabric off her body. The old floor length mirror from her very first apartment reflecting her now bare body as she stares at it for a moment.
Harsh stretch marks contrast her skin as the permanently loose skin around her belly and hips taunted her. Most of the time she was proud of her body. She delivered four beautiful children with this body, but sometimes, she wished the body she had when she was 23.
Her black laced bra and underwear barely hiding anything except for the dark haired visitor. His large hands finding her hips before her eyes found him. Rough calloused hands massaging her skin as green captivated her with his crooked smile.
“If this is the sight I get to see every time i have to scold my children, I’ll be a damn good helicopter parent.” He teases. His frame filling the door way as he leaned against it. His black trousers hugging his legs like sin as his white button up barely contained his wide shoulders and rippling chest.
His same crooked smile that she had fallen in love with was cracked with wrinkles. The deep ridged scars along his jaw was still an angry pink from the cold but it didn’t deteriorate his looks. If anything, that and the matching one across the bridge of his nose made him look more dashing.
A scoff left her lips as she says, “Please, you’ve seen it a million times.”
“And Its the only thing I wanna see for the rest of my life.”
His footsteps were dangerously light for a man his size as he slide behind her. Rough hands cupping her hips as his chin nudges her temple. Their eyes meeting in the glass as they spoke without disturbing the room.
Green swimming in grief and blue swirls of loving memories as hers crinkle with shared pain and upstanding. Her hand coming up to comb the thick hair at the nape of his neck as she leaned back into his warm. His nails digged into the soft fat of her hips. His lips bushed against her wrist in soft devotion before burying his nose in her hair.
Lost was noting new to Jason. He lost his father, his mother, his safety, his mind, and his own life. Alfred’s death was an exception because this time he wasn’t alone.
His eyes clouded up as he thought about all he had now all because he surrendered himself to love and family.
His knees trembled a bit as her eyes frowned.
“Jay?” Her voice trembled with soft concern before gasping. His hands caressing her skin as he dragged her closer to him. His hard front against her back as his lips kissed her temple before skimming down her skin. Her cheek. Her jaw. The place behind her ear that made her melt.
Her little gasps making his hands wander along the map of stretch marks as she squirms. Burning invading her skin as she whispers. “Jason, we have guests down stairs…”
“They can wait.” He coos as nips along her throat. His thumb teasing the underwire of her bra as he begs softly. “Please baby….im hurting….i need you.”
His other hand soothes her skin down her thigh. His fingers skirting closer to the soft skin. Her lace underwear already soaking just from his teasing.
“Jason…” She almost begs as he chuckles.
His hand cups her clothed sex as he moans softly with her. His calloused finger sweeping across her weeping seem to her awaking nub.
“I’ll be so quick baby…” He whispers. His chest rumbling as he hips bucked. “I can’t go back downstairs after seeing you look so beautiful….those eyes…that smile.”
His hand slips under her bra and grasps her breast. His fingers plucking and twisting her nipple in slow and painful circles. Trembles of pleasure take over her as her hips rocked into him.
“Oh fuck..,”
“That’s it…” Jason encourages her as his wet fingers push her underwear to the side before touching her again. Her hole twitches as his fingers circle it before tapping her clit. Hearts drawn in small succession as her pretty manicured nails gripped his arms. The bite of acrylic digging into his muscle didn’t distract him, but the pretty diamond on her ring finger only encouraged him.
“Keep singing, ma.” He coos as his fingers push inside her. “God, she still feels so tight. Even after all these years…no wonder we got a full house of babes. If I get to hear that pretty mouth of yours like that forever, I’d fill this whole house up with little babes.”
“Shhh.” She tries to hush him as his fingers stirred her silky walls. Her pupils dilated and watery as they watched his two fingers slowly drive her mad. “The kids will hear you if you keep talking dirty…”
“I’m sorry baby.” He said almost mockingly as his digits curled up to find that familiar spongy muscle that made her scream. Her eyes rolled back as he chuckled. Her voice choking as his fingers started to drill into her drooling cunt.
His hand switching breasts as her bra slides up to expose her to the mirror. His mouth whispering sweet filthy words as his erection dragged against her ass. Her body shaking as the familiar edge approached her fast.
“Jason, I’m gonna…!” She warns before a silent scream over took her. A choked gasps following her walls clenching his fingers for their worth. Her muscles ridged as his thumb circled her clit.
As she relaxes, he pulls out of her as he guides her to the bed. His mouth finally capturing hers. His kisses a slow but hungry dance as he took his time licking every tooth and muscle like he hadn’t had twenty years of kisses. Her placent moans making his racing hands tug his buckle. Her back against silk as he pulls back. His wide legs pushing her thighs apart as he stood between her legs. His eyes dark as he looks down at her spread out on their bed.
“So fuckinh beautiful…you belong there. A beautiful piece of art..a Goddess made for me to worship…”
His wife giggles as his words as he unzips his pants and tugs his pants past his hips. His mind already pussy drunk as he collapses on top of her. His weight suffocating as his arms wrapped around her as his mouth covered hers. Her legs wrapping around his hips as she tangles her fingers in his hair. Tongue and teeth mashing as his hand rips the lace from her hips.
Her help of discomfort swallowed as Jason drags his hard member through her folds. Both gasping and shuddering as his tip catching her abused clit.
“Please. Please. Please, baby…..” He huskily whispers against her swollen lips. “Let me feel you. I wanna feel your sweet pussy around me. Let me feel you, baby please.”
His eyes red with unshed tears. He didn’t cry out loud when Alfred died. Jason didn’t allow himself that weakness. Not in front of his family. Only with her.
Her shaky nod as her hips bucked up to meet his made him loose it. His hips rolled into her welcoming ones as he filled her. His weeping tip flushed with her cervix as the familiar stretch burned inside of her. She gasped as her nails griped the back of his shirt. Their racing hearts against each others as his rocking hips locked their bodies together.
The long drags of his veiny member burned as his pubic bone grinder into her clit. His salt and pepper hair sticking to her skin as he moans into her shoulder. Her body helplessly consumed by him as she endured his welcomed desire.
A wickedly sharp thrust making her lock her legs around his hips as she whispers. “Fuck baby. Keep hitting there..”
His hips rolled harshly into her as his teeth nipped and sucked her neck. His top buttons popping as her hands yanked at his shirt, desperate for purchase as she feels the sickening pleasure creeping in. Her eyes fluttering with tears as she feels suffocated.
“Jason…” “I know.”
His forehead pressing against hers as his eyes looked into hers. His length twitching as she clenches him. Her walls constricting him as the tight coils in their groins burned.
The two both kissing as their release overtakes them. His cum scorching her insides as they filled her until a sloppy ring formed on her folds. Their thighs clenching as the after shocks ring through them. Heated breath fanning their skin as lazy kisses soothed them.
Her soft palms cupping his jaw as his eyes finally meet hers again. Her soft smile drawing him back in as she softly teases.
“Now we are both a mess…” her voice cracked from exhausting a light giggle fills her.
“Guess it’s time to shower them before dinner.”
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AN: I didn’t know how to end this so yea. Bye!
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