Posture Training
pairing: jason todd x reader summary: an innocent suggestion turns into killing two birds with one stone word count: 1.5k tags: gn!reader, nsfw, 18+ mdni!, established relationship, porn w plot, brief sthenolagnia, edging, handjob, blowjob, kinda sub jason, ruined orgasm
a/n: the way i re-wrote from scratch once i finalised the title and summary. i think i lowkey discovered something about myself cause this is my second smut where its mainly reader giving (gonna explore different dynamics for my future ones to switch it up!)
Sex with Jason was always mind-blowing. Whether it be a quickie, oral or an extended period of making love, it never ceased to leave you wanting more. It started off with nothing inherently sexual. In fact, it wasn't to begin with.
"Do I have to remind you to sit up straight every few minutes?" Before he could even utter his rebuttal, you quickly quipped, "And don't you dare use the excuse that you already have a hunchback. We've lived together long enough for me to differentiate if it's your natural posture or not," You reproved him in a drained tone, arms crossed — tired of reminding him like a broken record.
Rather than listening to your advice, Jason slouched even more on the couch you two were currently seated on. An annoying grin plastered on his face just to irritate you further. Slowly, you turned your head, fully facing him — giving him the full extent of your death glare.
"Youch!" He yelped, rubbing at the area where your fist made contact with his left arm. "I'm serious!" You admonished him. "Do you want to go from 6' to 5'11 ft overnight?"
This time, it was he who glowered in your direction. "I'm at least 6'1, thank you very much!" He scoffed, pouting slightly like a child.
A squeak left him when you suddenly poked at his side making his whole body jolt, his posture temporarily fixed.
"What was that for?" He scowled, moving to sit farther away from you.
"It helped fix your longstanding problem, yeah?" A frown contorted onto his face when he heard your answer. You whistled a random tune — looking away as if you didn't just provoke and annoy the heck out of him when you saw his expression stayed the same.
"Geez, I'm sorry my beloved dear boyfriend. That doesn't mean you can continue to slump down on any surface you can sit on. And this is coming from your previous — resident-pal-who-had-scoliosis. I don't want to see someone I care deeply for suffer similar problems," You revealed why you were hung over with the way he sat.
He let out a deep sigh, running his right hand down his face. He knew you only meant well. "Look, I have an idea. Why don't I promise you 'rewards' if you continue a good habit of sitting with the right posture?" You suggested.
His eyebrow shot up momentarily. In an instant, his expression morphed into a cheeky one. "Oh boy..." you murmured to yourself, laughing a little. You knew what was running through his mind.
Before you know it, a heavy makeout session ensued. Sloppy, messy and rushed as the two of you eagerly tried to one up the other to dominate the highly intimate act. "I see that back curved," You teased, moving back and covering his mouth with your hand to prevent him from kissing.
His eyebrows knitted, a low groan emitted from him as he removed your hand from his face. "Are you seriously going to keep an eye on whether or not I look like a shrimp while we're making out?" He sighed in an exasperated tone.
"Mmmhmmmm," You hummed with a devious smile. "Oh would you look at that," You eyed the area below the waistband of his pants, chuckling at the outline growing more noticeable by the second.
"New plan. But only if you are comfortable with it. You can always say no and I'm not going to force-"
"Spit it out already," He gruffly interject before you could finish your sentence.
Instead of saying, you enthusiastically got off the couch to search for something. "How do you feel about me taking control?"
Jason sat against one of the chairs in your shared apartment — arms to the side while his ankles were tied to the front two legs of the chair — rendering him immobile. At first, he was hesitant. Seeing the uneasiness in his gaze, you immediately dropped the idea and respected his boundaries. You knew briefly of his past and cursed lowly to yourself for not considering how bad this looked. However, to your surprise, his horny addled thoughts won, which was how he found himself naked, totally under your mercy.
"Fuck– Babe—" He groaned, hips bucking off the chair, reaching for the feel of your touch to where he was aching badly.
"You surely can't be a one minute wonder, Jay," You mocked, fingers lightly touching his thighs and occasionally brushing against his twitching cock.
He growled lowly in frustration, his tied wrists struggled against the restraints in attempts to escape.
"Anyways..." You stopped touching him completely. "I won't continue if you keep that up," You reminded him with a nod of your head towards his body.
"Unbelievable," He grumbled with a shake of his head through gritted teeth, adjusting himself to sit up and lower his shoulders.
You smiled before bringing your lips close to his right arm, wetting them before your tongue dart out to lick at his delicious looking bicep. Your hands explored his arm, fingers trailing every inch of muscle and vein as you worship it.
He let out a low moan, biting his lower lip when he felt the pressure from your bite. A giggle left you when you move back, admiring the faint marks appearing on his arm.
"Have I ever told you how much I adore your biceps?" You asked, an index finger lightly touching against the mark. Your thoughts briefly drifted to the times where his strong arms looked scrumptious — filling up the sleeves (especially short sleeves and tighter shirt), making you drool.
"Don't need to. I can feel your eyes on them even when I'm not looking at you," He grunted, head tilted to look at where you kneeled beside him.
I'm a goner He thought to himself. The current visual state was practically temptation in human form.
"Well, then. As thanks for all the time you've blessed my eyes…" You said, going quieter towards the end as you slotted yourself in between his thighs, hands rubbing soothingly against his muscled thighs.
A low whine ripped out of him, his entire body jerked the second he felt you gave the tip of his hard cock kitten licks. You smiled a little, going lower to the underside to lick at the frenulum — planting sloppy wet kisses against it.
The effect pleased not only him, but yourself, loving the way your boyfriend unravel before your eyes. From the way he was trying his best to not thrash around, you could sense he was getting close. Your tongue swirled in quick motion around the tip, making him buck off the chair again as obscene profanities spewed from his lips.
"Fuck–!" His hips move on its own, chasing that high, but you quickly shut it down with a tight hold on his shaft.
"Nuh-uh," You tutted with a click of your tongue. "Why not?" He growled, frustrated that he was being denied of the sole thing his brain could only focus on.
"Do I need to jog your memory again?" You replied in a vexed tone — an eyebrow raised as you folded your arms.
Jason cursed under his breath, groaning as he rectify his posture once more. "How am I supposed to keep this up when you are doing that?" He complained.
You didn't respond verbally, only slowly moving your hand to tug his length, making your behemoth of a boyfriend let out a sexy, filthy moan.
"Come on. I promise to make you cum if you just remain in this position," You encouraged him by stroking his cock with more fervour. Pleased with his obedience, you took the bulbous head of his cock into your mouth. The feel of your lips wrapping around him felt a hundred times better than just your hand; evident from the way his eyes rolled to the back and his hands were now clenched into a ball of fist.
Your eyes flickered up, maintaining eye contact with his entire figure as you swallowed more of him. What you saw before you was what you'd describe as torturous bliss. His head tilted back, hips leaving the chair as he persevered to maintain his stance. Porn worthy grunts and moans resounded the room.
Oh, he was close. That much you could tell. He was a blabbering mess, begging for you to let him cum. Which you did. Just not in the way he had in mind as a sly idea struck you. You giggled, quickly removing yourself off him when you knew he was about to reach his peak.
"Fuck.....You're cruel," He clenched his jaw, riding out his unsatisfying orgasm.
"Are you saying I didn't let you cum?" You purposefully questioned him condescendingly. The words died in his mouth as he released the last ropes of his load.
"Maybe, you should get me off. I will definitely make it a more pleasurable affair if you do so," You whispered into his ear, a smug smile graced your lips as you specified a new way of reaping the full prize for his reward.
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