specifically thinking today on tree trunk sized thighs that Jason todd have and how bad i want to ride one tbh- someone sedate me
nope. there will be no sedating here. anything about Jason’s thick thighs is valuable to me. i am hoarding ur thoughts in a special part of my brain. his thighs are so thick. so rideable.
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“M’almost done, baby.” He says when you signal for his attention. Fingers walking a smooth path up his forearm. “Got another fifteen minutes then I’m all yours.”
You huff a little in response and Jason sees your mouth dip into a slight frown out of the corner of his eye, “But I want you now.” You pout, tracing the veins at the crook of his elbow.
Jason glances at you, eyebrow cocked up. You spark his interest at the most random times. The middle of the night. In the shower. Whilst he’s watching something on TV. His mouth quirks at one side, a half smile, and you beam at the sight, lean into his warm side just to press a kiss at the corner of his mouth.
“Can’t you just be patient?” He asks.
You ponder his question for less than a second, “Nope. Sorry. I’ve been wanting you all day. Fifteen minutes is far too long. Don’t you love me?”
A small noise escapes his mouth and Jason grabs at your wrist, tugs you off balance so you have no choice but to shuffle yourself into his lap. Your arms cross over his shoulders and the smug little look on your face has him lighting up like a muzzle flash.
“I do love you.” He rumbles, hands coming to rest on your waist. “But you are a very greedy girl.” Jason nips at your pulse point and licks over the slight blemish left behind. “I asked you to wait fifteen minutes and you can’t even do that.”
The smile on your face is beautiful.
“No. I can’t wait that long, Jay. I want you all to myself.”
You say things sometimes, things that take his legs out from underneath him like a perfectly executed combat maneuver. You give no warning, no indication that you’re about to say something that feels like a punch to the gut.
‘I want you all to myself.’
He can’t quite explain the emotion hooking into the long line of his spine. It feels almost like relief to know that someone wants him. That you want him. If he ever told you that he knows that it would break your heart. He doesn’t want to do that to you.
Instead he grins, slots his thigh between your legs, and rocks you slowly against the muscle.
Your pupils blow out, jaw going slack, and Jason chuckles, eyes darting between your pretty face and the TV over your shoulder. A soft whine escapes your mouth and you try to up the pace, try to rub yourself on his thigh.
“No, baby.” Jason says, hands tightening on your waist to control every movement. “We’re going to go nice and slow. You’ve got to last until I’ve finished watching my program. I promise that once I’m finished, I’ll make you come until you physically can’t anymore.”
