listen!! hear me out!! nerdy!male reader, we tlaking doing super complicated equations withing seconds in his head typa smart, and he got tattoos/piercing, but they are always covered up, i wanna know, jasons reaction to seeing this needy man undressed plsplspls
𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐃 𝐇𝐀𝐒.. 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓?
jason todd x m!reader
𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐋𝐔𝐃𝐄𝐒 ! ── 2.9k words. nerdy, sub male reader. studying turns into a hook up and jason finds out you're not just some innocent, unmarked nerd. this might be his new favorite hobby.
꒰ warnings. dom jason. vocal reader. piercing play. blowjob. ass eating. hand job. reader makes a mess with his cum, whoops! ꒱
Jason first noticed it during a lecture that was supposed to be painfully boring.
You’d solve problems in seconds while everyone else groaned. You’d correct the professor—politely, quietly—when he slipped up. You filled your notebooks with neat, cramped writing and symbols Jason couldn’t even pretend to understand. And Jason, naturally, starts sitting closer just to tease you for it.
Not obviously. Jason Todd doesn’t hover. But somehow, over the next few weeks, his seat migrates until he’s always a chair or two away from you. Close enough to hear the scratch of your pen. Close enough to see that your notebooks are filled edge-to-edge with dense writing—equations stacked like architecture, arrows and notes squeezed into margins like they’re racing for space.
Sometimes he’d flick your notebook closed or lean over your shoulder just to mess with you. “Careful,” he’d add, smirking. “Keep this up and people are gonna start stuffing you in lockers.”
You’d roll your eyes, lips twitching like you were holding back a smile. “You’re the only one who cares.”
That was true. Jason cared way more than he let on.
The teasing didn’t have any real bite to it. He wasn’t mocking you—hell, half the time he sounded impressed despite himself. And when you weren’t around, his thoughts had a nasty habit of drifting.
He’d catch himself wondering what you looked like under all those layers. You were always covered up: hoodies, long sleeves, high collars, jeans that never showed skin. It made his imagination work overtime. He pictured you slimmer than him, all smooth and unmarked skin, no scars, no rough edges. The complete opposite of himself.
It messed with him more than he liked.
Jason would lie on his bed, staring at the ceiling. Of all the things to fixate on, it had to be the quiet guy who solved equations in his head and dressed like he was allergic to showing skin. He imagined your hands—quick, precise—resting against bare skin instead of paper and ink. Imagined how awkward you might be about it, how flustered.
He’d scoff to himself. “Get it together,” he’d mutter.
Then the next day, he’d be back in class, nudging your knee with his boot.
“Hey, nerd,” he’d say, voice easy, familiar. “Wanna dumb that down for the rest of us?”
You glance at the board. Once. Maybe twice.
“Um, It’s easy though,” you say.
“You didn’t even write anything down.”
You hesitate, then shrug. “I already worked it out earlier. It’s… kind of hard to un-see once you get it.”
Jason snorts softly. “That is the nerdiest thing I’ve ever heard.”
You’d sigh, turning toward him, and Jason would feel a stupid twist in his chest. Because yeah, he teased you.. but every time you looked at him, his heart would skip a beat.
He wanted more of that.
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Jason started finding excuses to stick around.
Group study sessions he didn’t need. Sitting beside you instead of his usual spot more often. Walking with you out of lecture even when his route home was the opposite direction. He told himself it was convenience. Anything but what it actually was.
One afternoon, you were scribbling furiously in your notebook while the TA talked, brow furrowed in concentration. Jason leaned over, chin propped on his hand.
“You ever think about taking a break?” he asked. “Like, for your own health?”
You didn’t look up. “I am relaxed.”
“Pipsqueak,” he said, tapping the edge of your page, “you’re doing differential equations for fun.”
That finally got you to glance at him, unimpressed. “You’re the one watching me.”
Jason smirked, but it felt a little too close to the truth. “Hard not to. You make the rest of us look bad.”
You closed your notebook at last and stretched—arms over your head, hoodie riding up just a fraction before you tugged it back down. Jason looked away a second too late, heat crawling up his neck over something that minor.
“Why do you care so much?” you asked, genuinely curious. No accusation. Just honest.
Jason shrugged. “Guess I like knowing what’s going on.”
“Liar.”
He barked out a laugh. “Okay, yeah. Maybe I just like giving you a hard time.”
Your mouth curved into a small smile, softer than the ones you gave other people. “You’re bad at it.”
That stuck with him.
Jason glaced down to watch your hands. Long fingers. Ink smudged faintly along the side of one knuckle. Clean. Unscarred.
“You know,” he said quietly, “it’s kinda unfair.”
“What is?”
“You make being a nerd look… cool.” He winced immediately. “Okay, not cool. But—” He gestured vaguely. “Impressive.”
You blinked, clearly not expecting that. “That might be the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me.”
“Don’t get used to it.”
There was a beat of silence.
“Jason,” you said, hesitant. “Why do you always sit next to me?”
He didn’t joke this time. He just looked at you, really looked at you, and for once the answer didn’t feel like something he could dodge.
“…Guess I don’t mind being outsmarted,” he said. “Long as it’s you.”
Your ears went pink. Jason noticed. Of course he did.
And for the first time, he thought maybe you were thinking about him too.
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Jason and you had grown closer without even really realizing it. Library sessions stretched into hours, sometimes ending with you sprawled across his bed at the manor, hoodie pulled even tighter around you, laptop open, solving problems while he lounged nearby, scrolling on his phone or tossing a pen absentmindedly.
You’d returned the favor at your apartment, filling his ears with quiet explanations of things he pretended to understand, occasionally nudging him to look at a tricky solution.
Jason’s mind, however, was far from calm tonight. He couldn’t stop his imagination from wandering. What if we… slept together? he thought, heart thumping. Then I could finally see what’s under all those layers.
He hated that thought almost immediately. Embarrassed, mortified at how shameless it felt. But he couldn’t push it away entirely.
And of course, you noticed.
“Jason,” you said while sprawled across the floor in his room, a complicated problem scribbled across multiple sheets of paper, “why are you staring at me like that?”
Jason froze, trying to act casual, because surely nothing was showing. “Staring? What? I’m not staring.”
You tilted your head, squinting. “You are. You’ve been doing that lately. What are you thinking?”
“Nothing,” he muttered, shifting slightly in a way that, if you were paying attention, was definitely not nothing.
But you weren’t done. Oh no. You leaned a little closer, puppy-eyed, voice softer than usual but dripping with a little needy insistence. “Come on, Jason. Tell me. I won’t judge. I just… I feel like you’re hiding something.”
He swallowed hard, blinking at the floor, panting a little in his own mind. “I’m not hiding anything. Seriously. Just… thinking about the problem.”
Your eyes narrowed, unconvinced. “The problem, huh?”
“Really, it’s nothing,” he repeated, voice firmer this time, though his hands twitched slightly on his knees. “Just… focus on your homework.”
You huffed, “Uh-huh.”
And yet, if you were paying really close attention, you might have noticed that some things—like the way his pants hugged him as he shifted in his seat—were definitely saying otherwise.
Instead, he leaned back, muttering under his breath. You just smiled, scribbling another line of equations, completely unbothered… for now.
But Jason? He was very, very bothered.
A few hours later, the chaos of notebooks and textbooks had finally died down. You were no longer sprawled on the floor, instead you were perched on Jason’s bed, legs crossed and on your phone for once. The soft glow of his desk lamp made the room feel smaller, more intimate.
Jason had been watching you for a while, pretending to scroll through his phone, but the tension in his chest had built up enough.
Finally, he threw the phone onto the bed beside him, sitting up straighter, trying to look casual. He failed spectacularly. “Alright,” he said, voice rougher than he intended. “I can’t… I can’t keep pretending anymore.”
You glanced up, notebook paused, an eyebrow raised. “What do you mean?”
Jason ran a hand through his hair, exhaling sharply. “I mean… I’ve been thinking about you.”
His eyes locked on yours, a mix of embarrassment and desperation. “Like… what it would be like to—God, I don’t know, see you naked?”
The air between you thickened instantly. You were quiet for a moment, nibbling on your bottom lip. Then, quietly you asked, “Do… do you want to see?”
He suddenly swallowed hard, voice tight. “What?”
You nodded slowly, cheeks flushed, eyes cast downward. “I.. I’m probably not at all what you imagined. You’re probably wrong about… everything.”
Jason’s heart jumped. He’d imagined every possibility a hundred times, but hearing you say it out loud, sitting there on his bed.. it was like reality was catching up with every daydream he’d ever had.
“Okay,” he muttered, almost to himself. “Uh, okay… if you’re sure then go ahead.”
You stood up to take off your hoodie, then your shirt underneath, the motions deliberate but still shy. Removing your pants was harder, you fumbled and kicked them off awkwardly, leaving yourself standing in only boxers.
Your skin wasn’t bare like he imagined—tattoos snaked across your torso and arms, each one unexpected. His gaze locked on the one just above your v-line, bold and obvious, and heat shot straight to his crotch.
And then he noticed the subtle glint of metal at your chest: fucking nipple piercings. His jaw went slack, and for a second he couldn’t even form words.
You swallowed at his reaction, cheeks pink, shrugging shyly. “T- Told you… probably wrong about everything.”
Jason didn’t say anything. In fact, his eyes kept roaming, taking in the rest of you. You weren’t scrawny—not in the way he feared. Smaller than him, yes, but there was muscle under all those layers, the kind of body that was soft in some places but hard in others.
His mind scrambled, trying to reconcile the shy, quiet nerd he knew in class with the inked, pierced guy standing in front of him.
“Wow,” was all he could say, voice barely above a whisper. “Just… wow.”
You gave him a nervous smile, still shifting slightly, still trying to cover yourself.
Jason’s hands twitched at his sides. His mind raced, his heart thumping in ways he couldn’t control. He hadn’t been ready for this, not at all, and yet… he couldn’t look away.
His eyes flicked down, and he noticed the subtle strain in your boxers. Your shyness radiated from you like heat, shoulders hunched slightly as if you were trying to disappear.
You were quiet now, shifting your weight nervously under his gaze, biting your lip.
Jason’s mouth widened into a grin. He leaned back on the bed, casual but deliberate, giving you just enough room to feel the tension without letting you escape it.
“You’re… really something, you know that?” he said, voice low, playful, with just the faintest edge that made you flinch.
You swallowed hard, trying to avert your eyes, fumbling with the hem of your boxers like it would somehow cover the obvious. “I—I’m not… I’m just…”
Jason let out a low chuckle, reaching a hand toward you but stopping just short. “Yeah, I can see that,” he said, tone suggestive, letting the silence hang heavy for a moment.
You looked up, eyes meeting his, and that was all it took to know: whatever happened next wasn’t going to be just studying.
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You nervously eased yourself onto his bed, legs dangling over the edge, hands gripping the sheets on either side of your thighs, boxers clinging tightly to that straining bulge.
Jason chuckles as he knelt in front of you, reaching out to palm your erection through the fabric. He can feel how hard and embarrassed you are.
He hooks his fingers into the waistband of your boxers and tugs them down. Your aching cock springs free..
Jason’s eyes suddenly widen as he notices the shiny metal piercing decorating the underside of your cock, just below the head. You whimpered at his reaction.
“Fuck.. a frenulum piercing? You keep surprising me.” He murmurs as he wraps a large, calloused hand around the shaft, stroking it at a steady pace.
“Ah-!” You squeaked, back already starting to ache.
When Jason takes you in his mouth, sloppy and wet and eager, his head bobbing in a stuttering rhythm. The cool metal of your piercing contrasts deliciously with the heat of his tongue as he swirls it around the sensitive flesh.
"Stay," Jason suddenly warns when he notices you leaning forward to grab his hair.
"Jason, please, I—"
"Stay.” He repeats himself, slightly more insistent, sending a shiver up your spine.
Soon enough, muffled sounds of slurping and sucking fill the room as he services you skillfully, his head moving faster up and down your throbbing cock. Occasionally, he pulls back to flick his tongue teasingly over your piercing, sending jolts of pleasure racing through you.
You cried out, hips jerking desperately into his mouth as your face flushes even more. “I- it feels so good. Let me— ngh!”
He pulls back momentarily, his lips popping off the head of your dick with a lewd sound.
"You’re so loud. Someone’s gonna hear you." He grins, stroking your slick cock faster, his grip tighter.
“Sorry.. I’ll be quiet— A- Ah, I’ll try..”
Just to mess with you, Jason leaned down and swirled his tongue around the sensitive crown of your cock, roughly flicking it against your frenulum piercing. You let out a shaky noise. He grinned wider.
“H- Haa!” You gasped loudly as he dived back down, taking your cock deep into the tight, wet heat of his mouth. He starts to suck you with wild abandon, his head bobbing up and down your shaft.
“M- Mmhn! Ah!” You whined, throwing your head back and desperately trying to shut your legs. The feeling was so overstimulating.
He glanced up at you and practically smirked at your thighs beginning to clamp tightly around his head. It didn’t bother him at all, in fact it was cute. Plus, he was stronger anyways.
His mouth didn’t falter at all when he slipped his hands under your knees and forced your legs wide open, holding them up. He takes your cock even deeper, until the head bumps against the back of his throat and his nose is buried in your pubic hair. He swallows around you and continues to watch your face.
It’s so fucking cute. Your face is so pink and sweaty, your eyes are wide and wet with tears, those damp lips parted and panting.
He pulled back from your slick cock with another lewd pop, his lips glossy with your pre-cum. “I can tell you’re about to cum. I’m not letting that happen yet so lay down.”
You gulped nervously and listened. With that, Jason leans in, his hot breath wafting over your winking hole. He extends his tongue and drags the flat surface of it over your entrance, tracing the delicate ring of muscle, making you shiver.
“Mmph, fuck... you taste so good.” He murmurs appreciatively before diving in, his tongue probing and pushing against your entrance insistently.
“N- Nngh..” You groaned softly, all the pleasure going to your still-hard cock.
Jason starts to eat you out, his hands gripping your thighs tightly as he tongue-fucks you. He swirls and twists the smooth muscle, thrusting it deep into your hot, clenching hole. Your back formed a deep arch like it was allergic to the bed. Obscene slurping noises fill the room.
“O- Oh god.. Ah, f- fuuck..!” You cried out and squirmed, hips desperately grinding against his mouth.
He reaches a hand to stroke your dripping, neglected cock in time with the thrusts of his tongue, pushing you closer to the edge. He can feel your cock throbbing and pulsing in his grip, leaking pre-cum onto his calloused fingers.
“Please— I can’t.. s-so good.. gonna—!” You let out a needy noise, shortly turning into incoherent rambles. Your hips jerked as you clenched the sheets, your knuckles turning white.
He feels your asshole clenching desperately around his invading tongue. He pulls back just in time to watch your cock spurt ropes of cum onto your stomach and chest as you shake and cry.
"That's all it takes?” Jason chuckles, his voice dripping with amusement. He pumps your spent cock with rough, demanding strokes, squeezing out every last drop as you made small, whiny noises. You were so messy!
As your orgasm starts to subside, Jason stands up. The mere sight of your own cum covering your body, coating those tattoos made Jason want to lick it all up.
And he did.
He leans over you to lap at the mess strewn across your heaving chest. His tongue scoops up your cum and paints it across your skin, swirling and flicking his tongue over one of your nipple piercings. You shiver and let out a strangled hiss. He raised an eyebrow at your sensitive reaction.
He continues to play with your nipple piercing, his other hand coming up to pinch and rub the other. You let out a quiet moan at the pleasure-pain sensation. “T- That.. mhngh! Ahh..”
Jason’s teeth close around the metal bar, biting down just hard enough to make you gasp.
He finally releases the pierced nub, a string of saliva connecting his tongue to the glistening metal. He stepped back to admire his handiwork, taking in the delightful sight of you: flushed and embarrassed with tears, chest heaving, cock spent and smeared with cum, and your nipples pink and swollen from his ministrations.
“We should study more often, huh?”
“Um, I- I.. mnyes.” Your voice was shaky and slightly slurred as you sat up.
“Hm, pipsqueak? Come on, speak clearly. You’re supposed to be the smarter one.”
“Y- Yes! We… should.”
© 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐧𝐨𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐬 — do not copy my work.
