training jason todd (not) to come so fast
a/n: i think that my other fic about jason todd coming fast (and having hyperspermia :p) deserves a sequel, so here's what it looks like when jason todd tries to last longer during sex!!
mdni, afab!reader, fem!reader, reader takes jason's virginity, premature ejaculation, hyperspermia
jason was a virgin. you knew as much before he told you from how nervous he looked. you lay beneath him on your back and watched him reach a shaky hand to your bedside table, where you told him you kept the condoms.
he leaned over you, his leaking tip literally already dripping precum on your bare chest. you had only ever given jason head, and the amount of come he produced was dizzying. despite your intense want to have him fill you up, jason insisted on using protection.
his breath was loud in the room, you could hear it over digital bath coming through on your cd player. you reached out to his chest, his heart beating faster than a hummingbird's.
the look on his face was priceless: his widening eyes with pupils the size of moons, his slack jaw and pink lips huffing out shallow breaths.
"y-yeah-- i'm just...excited?"
you could only laugh at his uncertainty before easing him off of you and straddling his hips. clearly, you'd have to take the reigns on this one. you opened the condom carefully and rolled it down his length. it was standard-size—as in, the kind that's supposed to be almost universal. yet, the base ring of the condom was a few inches short of the base of jason's cock. he noticed as much, his gaze flicking between your face and your hand practically stroking his cock as you tried to roll the condom down.
you wanted to calm him down, but he was already freaking out about how much he comes. "it'll be fine," was all you managed. and by the time you were lining him up with his entrance and sinking onto him, jason was convinced it'd be fine as well. his hands immediately flew to your hips as his head pressed harder against your pillow with a rough groan.
"you're not gonna come, jason." you knew this wasn't true. you knew jason wasn't exactly good at holding back his orgasms. but you were determined to make him learn.
you were gracious enough to let him catch his breath for a few moments before you started to move. you planted your hands on his chest for leverage before lifting yourself off his cock and slowing sinking back down.
once, twice, and jason did come. you felt the condom slipping and his come oozing out of you. you lifted yourself off him to take a look, to which jason gasped harshly, and the too-small condom had his come leaking out the bottom of it.
you watched as jason's face screwed up as he kept coming. he looked dismayed. you crawled up the bed to lay next to him and ran your hand through his hair.
you cooed sympathetically, "what's wrong, jay?"
he just groaned pathetically. it worsened the dull ache in your clit especially since you barely got to ride him.
"i'm sorry, i didn't-- i didn't last long at all." he looked unbelievably humiliated as he stared up at the ceiling.
"everyone's first time is a little...fast." this only made jason even more embarrassed. he knew he had left you unsatisfied, and now you were trying to console him like a kid who'd just fumbled his one line in a school play.
you knew jason had a long way to go.
jason had been doing...well? he still failed to make you come before blowing his load in you, but he always managed to last at least ten minutes, if not more!
he drew this up to him being utterly enamoured by you. having sex with you didn't just involve your body and his: it was your souls. jason was convinced that when he came, it wasn't just a bodily response to a stimulus. he was connecting with you on a level that transcended physical activity.
that's why, with your legs over his shoulders and his hips driving against yours, he had his eyes screw shut so hard that he was seeing spots behind his eyelids.
your eyes, however, were wide open. you watched every micro expression on his face—no matter how fleeting, you caught it.
you decided to test him a little bit. you knew it had been about eight minutes of jason fucking you, and you wanted to see how much willpower he had in him to keep it up.
"you feel so good inside me, jason. you know that?" you put on your most tantalising voice; you needed to get a reaction. the only one he surrendered was a quiet mewl, his eyes still closed. you grabbed his jaw and tightened your hold on his face. "look at me, jaybird. tell me you know how good you're making me feel."
when jason's eyes met yours, he looked wrecked. he had only heard your voice, not your words. his pretty lips were parted flushed from how hard you'd been sucking and biting them as he huffed with every thrust.
"you're doing so well, baby, i'm so fucking proud of you." he buried his face in the crook of your neck and you felt his cock twitch inside you. you didn't think it'd be possible for him to get even bigger, but that's what it felt like as his hips stuttered and your walls stretched slightly more.
his rhythm was wildly disrupted, he seemed to have forgotten all that you taught him about rolling his hips into yours, snapping them forward as he pushed in to the hilt. now he was practically humping you like a dog in heat. "stop, st-- i'm so close." he was trying so hard to hold on, but your honeyed words spoken just for him were building up a searing heat in his abdomen.
you smiled as you snaked your arms under his, grasping his back and holding him closer to you. "that's okay. just come for me, we can work on it more."
he knew that "it" referred to his inability to make love to you without it being over faster than ordering in a drive-through. he was torn. you were telling him to come, so shouldn't he? his desire to listen to you conflicted with his need to make you feel good. but wouldn't you feel good if he listened to you? this whole thing was paradoxical.
you could practically hear the cogs turning in his brain before he was blowing his load inside you. looks like he just wanted to let you run the show this time.
he pulled out after a few moments and his softening cock was still spurting languid ropes down his shaft, dripping onto the sheets. you both stared down at it before looking at each other.
"didn't that feel good, baby?" jason knew that he felt good, but he wanted you to feel amazing. he didn't answer your trick question and just laid beside you, pressing his face into your chest.
i was planning on doing a third section, but i ran out of ideas :/