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Chapter I: Does Red and Black even goes well with Gold?
tags: reader insert, she/her pronouns used, terry mcginnis, batman beyond fan fiction, multiple chapters, i used a nickname for reader (VIP) ‘cause I don’t want to be repetitive with using open close paranthesis lol, rewritten, final published chapter one
Summary:
Terry McGinnis thought he’d seen it all. Criminals with more tech than sense, high school drama he barely had time for, and Bruce Wayne’s endless cryptic advice. But nothing could’ve prepared him for what he found in that forgotten vault beneath Wayne Manor—a sleek black box, dusty and dormant. Old tech, he thought. A failed prototype, maybe.
What he didn’t expect was a ten inch tall woman that he almost mistook it for a doll.
No, not just any woman—a dazzling, golden, glitter-trailing holographic woman with attitude, style, and enough sass to make even Bruce Wayne blink. Her name? V.I.P.—Virtual Intelligence Protocol. Her mission? Classified. Her fashion sense? Killer.
Now Terry’s life just got a lot more complicated. Between mysterious tech that shouldn’t exist, enemies closing in, and a digital sassy AI who might know more about Bruce’s past than Bruce himself, Batman is about to learn Beyond secrets aren’t just dangerous…
And the worst part?
He still hasn’t called Dana back.
If someone told Terry McGinnis his life would change because of a small box. He would've laughed in their face. No, really, he would. The world is already in shambles and a box is going to change a trajectory of his life? Yeah, right…
Right?
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The Wayne Manor loomed over Terry this evening, the sight alone of this building made his spine shiver, it always does. he doesn't even know if he'd get used to this sight everyday, makes him wonder how did the pasts Robins did it facing this mansion everyday of their lives, but he gave the old building the benefit of the doubt, maybe it was actually a nice mansion back in the day. Maybe.
The thought was shattered when he heard the Mutt barking in the distant to announce his presence, making Terry groans almost in annoyance, "Yeah, yeah," he tossed a treat towards the dog's way, he didn't want to admit it, but he kind of liked having the dog around, makes him feel sane whenever he's two feet close to Bruce and his piercing gaze that he swore can look straight to his soul, he should lighten up, Terry thinks, but that was almost impossible to happen, given by the line of their work.
There was no break for him, when he became Batman, this is what he always do, Bruce calls, he goes, sometimes he think he's some kind of errand boy with this kind of treatment to the point he's getting incomplete grades from his subjects, but deep inside, it is what he wanted, he wanted to become Batman, not because he was obligated to, but because he chose to.
But having a partner would be nice. At least I won't get to do all this ass kicking alone. He could still feel that bruise by his ribs, damn Jokerz and their improvised weapons, they're the reason why he had to ditch another date with Dana, he was growing frustrated already, because how much is too much for her, that girl had patience of a saint… but occasionally he was thinking deep inside when will she grow tired of his excuses and dumps him this time.
Terry sighed and made the decision to handle it later, like… Usually, he does. He hopes.
"Bruce?" He calls out, descending down the secret cave, the occasional flapping of bats wings can be heard echoing around the expansive bat cave, but not from Bruce yet. _Weird, _but didn't question it at all. Hey, his house, his whereabouts, he learned not to poke around Bruce's personal time, Lord knows how much that man needed it, not that Bruce does the same for Terry. But leaving Terry alone in this cave would be the worst thing Bruce can do, mistake on his part, he tried to convince himself he would wait like he usually would do, until well, he didn't want to wait around, would I? I'm Batman, this cave has to do anything with me– might as well poke around and see what juicy secrets he can gather to entertain himself with.
He glanced at the previous outfits of the heroes Bruce had worked with, but he didn't say much about it because he knew that this family had some distant ties. Bruce didn't even want to discuss it, and Terry, curiously, didn't criticize him for it, he got to admit though, those costumes were schway. With one last glance, he went down further and saw some accomplishments, tokens from his adversaries, a dinosaur, and a vault. He immediately stopped.
Now how come I didn't poked around here?
Terry had never given this vault much thought, but now that he had, he gave himself a half-shrug and decided to take a look around. Bruce rarely visits this area, so he didn't think there would be anything special inside because he half expected it to contain a ton of valuable artifacts from the Wayne family's history or perhaps some antique classical paintings Bruce had purchased when he was younger. To Terry's dismay, however, there is only a single sleek black box lying in the center of the space. He was hoping to get Dana some pretty jewelry as a token of appreciation for yet another failed date that he had to cancel. When he picked up the box, it was light, almost weighed to nothing, he gave it a few shake and there's a small rattle inside it. "What the…" he mumbled, examining the old, dust covered, and sealed box with the Wayne-Tech insignia, it looked like it hasn't been picked up for years now.
"I thought you had learn your lesson by now not to stick your nose in my business." A gruff voice echoed, it didn't make Terry jump, as if, he was already used to Bruce's ways that he even adapted it, he just dusted off the boxes dust, treating it some kind of precious relic, after all, this one looked old as it is. "Why hide this?" Terry asked, examining the box with great interest. Bruce did not answer at first, he stood behind Terry, hand in his cane, more shadow than a man in light. "That wasn't meant for anyone," Bruce finally replied, his voice lower than usual. "It's a prototype. One of my… more unconventional projects.
Terry arched a brow, finally turning around to look at him, the box still light in his hands. "Unconventional how?"
Bruce walked away without another word. Typical, Terry thinks.
That should have been the warning.
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He should of have taken that as a warning.
The moment he laid in bed, all he can think was about sleep and his performance in school, how many nights have been lost and how many grades he had dropped this semester? And don't get him even started with all the mission he had to do every night, he was almost surprised his nerves behind his head hasn't popped yet, he didn't had any trainings like what Bruce had to keep him up so late, or he didn't had the money. Yet. Oh to be young and rich. He should probably ask Bruce he should put his name on his will, wait, no, that's too soon!
Enough with all that, he has history test tomorrow. With a groan, Terry reach for his alarm clock, already dreading to start the day in five hours. He is so fried he wasn't even sure he'd pass this one.
"Agh–" his arm hits something, it fell right on the carpet floor of his room with a gentle thud and realized that it was the little box he had previously grabbed from the cave. Now, a rational part of Batman says he shouldn't open it, but as Terry? He became interested in it, particularly if Bruce had given it the term "unconventional" because, since when did his projects become unconventional?
Terry sat up on his bed, tossing the covers away when he picked up the sleek black box. It looked like some kind of gift box, wrapped around in a thick silk red ribbon. "Alright, let's see this project." Terry cracked the box in the middle half expecting a mini-drone or some failed batarangs prototype he could use for the next mission, yet instead, inside revealed a silver capsule, like a cosmetic case designed by Pior meets Wayne with hint of intricate designs. He frowned at the sight, this is the project Bruce tossed aside? His disappointment was immeasurable, he finds the old artifacts more interesting than this gift you could give to a woman who's already a breath away saying the nastiest no in history.
The capsule light blinks to life, its red light illuminated his panicked features.
It pinged, it was powering on with a soft hum, and Terry moved his hand away in shock, what is it? A bomb? Some kind of gas? Oh he is so in trouble if its both, he can't even throw it out of the window! He began to panic, "wait, wait, no, no, stop, abort, abort!" he slapped the case with his palm repeatedly. He swore he lets out a scream of a girl when the top pops off.
Now, he expected everything that he is so sure he wouldn't live to see another day. Literally, anything.
He did not expect was… her?
There was a flash of gold and… glitters… he sniffed his nose when the glitters landed on his arm and lap, was that perfume? He was so confused, but the sight made him more confused than a monkey discovering a phone for the first time when there's a 10-inch-tall strutted out of the case like she was descending a red carpet gala. And one thing for sure, this golden holographic woman is a fashion nova. The dress was gold—a bold, unapologetic yellow that refused to whisper in a room built for murmurs. It was strapless, but not in the soft, delicate kind of way; no, this bodice was sculpted, intentional, twisting at the center like it was daring gravity to challenge her. The fabric was gathered just beneath the bust, folding into itself with a kind of chaos that somehow felt regal.
A striking cutout curved over the midriff, as if someone had carved the line of an overly drawn breath into silk. It demanded attention rather than pleading for it. The gown was weightless and floaty, as if it may turn to light if touched too soon, and it was knotted at the waist in a sunny piece of cloth before flowing down into a waterfall of gauzy layers.
One thing was sure, her face looked like it was sculpted by Pygmalion– that he almost mistook it for a doll targeted for collectors.
“Eugh.” The hologram wrinkled her nose, as if the decor of his room greatly offended her. “This room looks like a typical teenage boy’s habitat—oh," This thing floated right up to his face, her golden skin reflected lightly on the darkness of his room before she gave him a scrutinizing playful gaze. “Sweetheart, you look like you could use a serious makeover.” Her voice was akin to a purr, almost playfully flirty like she just got her jackpot in the casino.
Terry blinked, staring at her like he’d just discovered fire, this thing was sassy too? He shook his head, is this really a project Bruce worked on? and for what reason? God, this is too much for one night. “Wha…” No. That sounded rude. He knew better than to say that around women. He had a feeling this two soda can tall hologram won't be happy if she was referred as a what. Terry gave her a look, head tilted to the side, she's like a beaming sun, all happy and twirly (not to mention bright) as she dolled herself up with her holographic compact mirror while ignoring his presence as if she had much better time than to spare him a glance, he knows enough girls that threw him that kind of attention.
“Who… are you?”
The hologram smiled, casually fixing her hair before winking at him.
He had no idea why he got the chills in his spine when she did that.
“V.I.P.—Virtual Intelligence Protocol. And you and I? We’ve got a lot of work to do.”
Chapter I: Does Red and Black even goes well with Gold?
tags: reader insert, she/her pronouns used, terry mcginnis, batman beyond fan fiction, multiple chapters, i used a nickname for reader (VIP) ‘cause I don’t want to be repetitive with using open close paranthesis lol, rewritten, final published chapter one
Summary:
Terry McGinnis thought he’d seen it all. Criminals with more tech than sense, high school drama he barely had time for, and Bruce Wayne’s endless cryptic advice. But nothing could’ve prepared him for what he found in that forgotten vault beneath Wayne Manor—a sleek black box, dusty and dormant. Old tech, he thought. A failed prototype, maybe.
What he didn’t expect was a ten inch tall woman that he almost mistook it for a doll.
No, not just any woman—a dazzling, golden, glitter-trailing holographic woman with attitude, style, and enough sass to make even Bruce Wayne blink. Her name? V.I.P.—Virtual Intelligence Protocol. Her mission? Classified. Her fashion sense? Killer.
Now Terry’s life just got a lot more complicated. Between mysterious tech that shouldn’t exist, enemies closing in, and a digital sassy AI who might know more about Bruce’s past than Bruce himself, Batman is about to learn Beyond secrets aren’t just dangerous…
And the worst part?
He still hasn’t called Dana back.
If someone told Terry McGinnis his life would change because of a small box. He would've laughed in their face. No, really, he would. The world is already in shambles and a box is going to change a trajectory of his life? Yeah, right…
Right?
__
The Wayne Manor loomed over Terry this evening, the sight alone of this building made his spine shiver, it always does. he doesn't even know if he'd get used to this sight everyday, makes him wonder how did the pasts Robins did it facing this mansion everyday of their lives, but he gave the old building the benefit of the doubt, maybe it was actually a nice mansion back in the day. Maybe.
The thought was shattered when he heard the Mutt barking in the distant to announce his presence, making Terry groans almost in annoyance, "Yeah, yeah," he tossed a treat towards the dog's way, he didn't want to admit it, but he kind of liked having the dog around, makes him feel sane whenever he's two feet close to Bruce and his piercing gaze that he swore can look straight to his soul, he should lighten up, Terry thinks, but that was almost impossible to happen, given by the line of their work.
There was no break for him, when he became Batman, this is what he always do, Bruce calls, he goes, sometimes he think he's some kind of errand boy with this kind of treatment to the point he's getting incomplete grades from his subjects, but deep inside, it is what he wanted, he wanted to become Batman, not because he was obligated to, but because he chose to.
But having a partner would be nice. At least I won't get to do all this ass kicking alone. He could still feel that bruise by his ribs, damn Jokerz and their improvised weapons, they're the reason why he had to ditch another date with Dana, he was growing frustrated already, because how much is too much for her, that girl had patience of a saint… but occasionally he was thinking deep inside when will she grow tired of his excuses and dumps him this time.
Terry sighed and made the decision to handle it later, like… Usually, he does. He hopes.
"Bruce?" He calls out, descending down the secret cave, the occasional flapping of bats wings can be heard echoing around the expansive bat cave, but not from Bruce yet. _Weird, _but didn't question it at all. Hey, his house, his whereabouts, he learned not to poke around Bruce's personal time, Lord knows how much that man needed it, not that Bruce does the same for Terry. But leaving Terry alone in this cave would be the worst thing Bruce can do, mistake on his part, he tried to convince himself he would wait like he usually would do, until well, he didn't want to wait around, would I? I'm Batman, this cave has to do anything with me– might as well poke around and see what juicy secrets he can gather to entertain himself with.
He glanced at the previous outfits of the heroes Bruce had worked with, but he didn't say much about it because he knew that this family had some distant ties. Bruce didn't even want to discuss it, and Terry, curiously, didn't criticize him for it, he got to admit though, those costumes were schway. With one last glance, he went down further and saw some accomplishments, tokens from his adversaries, a dinosaur, and a vault. He immediately stopped.
Now how come I didn't poked around here?
Terry had never given this vault much thought, but now that he had, he gave himself a half-shrug and decided to take a look around. Bruce rarely visits this area, so he didn't think there would be anything special inside because he half expected it to contain a ton of valuable artifacts from the Wayne family's history or perhaps some antique classical paintings Bruce had purchased when he was younger. To Terry's dismay, however, there is only a single sleek black box lying in the center of the space. He was hoping to get Dana some pretty jewelry as a token of appreciation for yet another failed date that he had to cancel. When he picked up the box, it was light, almost weighed to nothing, he gave it a few shake and there's a small rattle inside it. "What the…" he mumbled, examining the old, dust covered, and sealed box with the Wayne-Tech insignia, it looked like it hasn't been picked up for years now.
"I thought you had learn your lesson by now not to stick your nose in my business." A gruff voice echoed, it didn't make Terry jump, as if, he was already used to Bruce's ways that he even adapted it, he just dusted off the boxes dust, treating it some kind of precious relic, after all, this one looked old as it is. "Why hide this?" Terry asked, examining the box with great interest. Bruce did not answer at first, he stood behind Terry, hand in his cane, more shadow than a man in light. "That wasn't meant for anyone," Bruce finally replied, his voice lower than usual. "It's a prototype. One of my… more unconventional projects.
Terry arched a brow, finally turning around to look at him, the box still light in his hands. "Unconventional how?"
Bruce walked away without another word. Typical, Terry thinks.
That should have been the warning.
__
He should of have taken that as a warning.
The moment he laid in bed, all he can think was about sleep and his performance in school, how many nights have been lost and how many grades he had dropped this semester? And don't get him even started with all the mission he had to do every night, he was almost surprised his nerves behind his head hasn't popped yet, he didn't had any trainings like what Bruce had to keep him up so late, or he didn't had the money. Yet. Oh to be young and rich. He should probably ask Bruce he should put his name on his will, wait, no, that's too soon!
Enough with all that, he has history test tomorrow. With a groan, Terry reach for his alarm clock, already dreading to start the day in five hours. He is so fried he wasn't even sure he'd pass this one.
"Agh–" his arm hits something, it fell right on the carpet floor of his room with a gentle thud and realized that it was the little box he had previously grabbed from the cave. Now, a rational part of Batman says he shouldn't open it, but as Terry? He became interested in it, particularly if Bruce had given it the term "unconventional" because, since when did his projects become unconventional?
Terry sat up on his bed, tossing the covers away when he picked up the sleek black box. It looked like some kind of gift box, wrapped around in a thick silk red ribbon. "Alright, let's see this project." Terry cracked the box in the middle half expecting a mini-drone or some failed batarangs prototype he could use for the next mission, yet instead, inside revealed a silver capsule, like a cosmetic case designed by Pior meets Wayne with hint of intricate designs. He frowned at the sight, this is the project Bruce tossed aside? His disappointment was immeasurable, he finds the old artifacts more interesting than this gift you could give to a woman who's already a breath away saying the nastiest no in history.
The capsule light blinks to life, its red light illuminated his panicked features.
It pinged, it was powering on with a soft hum, and Terry moved his hand away in shock, what is it? A bomb? Some kind of gas? Oh he is so in trouble if its both, he can't even throw it out of the window! He began to panic, "wait, wait, no, no, stop, abort, abort!" he slapped the case with his palm repeatedly. He swore he lets out a scream of a girl when the top pops off.
Now, he expected everything that he is so sure he wouldn't live to see another day. Literally, anything.
He did not expect was… her?
There was a flash of gold and… glitters… he sniffed his nose when the glitters landed on his arm and lap, was that perfume? He was so confused, but the sight made him more confused than a monkey discovering a phone for the first time when there's a 10-inch-tall strutted out of the case like she was descending a red carpet gala. And one thing for sure, this golden holographic woman is a fashion nova. The dress was gold—a bold, unapologetic yellow that refused to whisper in a room built for murmurs. It was strapless, but not in the soft, delicate kind of way; no, this bodice was sculpted, intentional, twisting at the center like it was daring gravity to challenge her. The fabric was gathered just beneath the bust, folding into itself with a kind of chaos that somehow felt regal.
A striking cutout curved over the midriff, as if someone had carved the line of an overly drawn breath into silk. It demanded attention rather than pleading for it. The gown was weightless and floaty, as if it may turn to light if touched too soon, and it was knotted at the waist in a sunny piece of cloth before flowing down into a waterfall of gauzy layers.
One thing was sure, her face looked like it was sculpted by Pygmalion– that he almost mistook it for a doll targeted for collectors.
“Eugh.” The hologram wrinkled her nose, as if the decor of his room greatly offended her. “This room looks like a typical teenage boy’s habitat—oh," This thing floated right up to his face, her golden skin reflected lightly on the darkness of his room before she gave him a scrutinizing playful gaze. “Sweetheart, you look like you could use a serious makeover.” Her voice was akin to a purr, almost playfully flirty like she just got her jackpot in the casino.
Terry blinked, staring at her like he’d just discovered fire, this thing was sassy too? He shook his head, is this really a project Bruce worked on? and for what reason? God, this is too much for one night. “Wha…” No. That sounded rude. He knew better than to say that around women. He had a feeling this two soda can tall hologram won't be happy if she was referred as a what. Terry gave her a look, head tilted to the side, she's like a beaming sun, all happy and twirly (not to mention bright) as she dolled herself up with her holographic compact mirror while ignoring his presence as if she had much better time than to spare him a glance, he knows enough girls that threw him that kind of attention.
“Who… are you?”
The hologram smiled, casually fixing her hair before winking at him.
He had no idea why he got the chills in his spine when she did that.
“V.I.P.—Virtual Intelligence Protocol. And you and I? We’ve got a lot of work to do.”
summary: Jason is having complicated… feelings for (Name)— and they are so hard to articulate when he is so deep inside her
Tags: NSFW, sexual content, AFAB reader, she/her pronouns, degradation (a small bit), praises, spitting, spanking (just one time), unprotected sex, dropping of L-Bombs, friends to lovers
Note: this is a repost! It kind of flopped when I posted this yesterday so I’m reposting it 😭 this is a second part to to the first post!
Jason Todd noticed it.
He always does, no matter how small the detail is, he can see her in a different light after that night, after making the small friend with benefits arrangement when he pumped her full with his cum.
The next few months, God, he was starting to notice it. She's glowing. The nights of her pussy milking his cock empty, she has this glow that he prides himself in because he made her feel that way after taking her ability to walk for the next following days.
But it's more than sex now, Jason thinks. He needs her, he needs to hear her voice every single day, he need (Name) on his side to ramble on her day, he can't do this friends with benefits anymore, fucking hell- Jason needs (Name).
Jason wants to look at her everyday, she's a painting, a masterpiece rather, with lots of perfections and imperfections, from the way how her watercolor eyes looks so good under the sunset rays, her lips that always curved up perfectly everytime her gaze landed on him, and her hands- they fit so perfectly to his that Jason wonders what would it be like to hold them everyday.
Jason loves her- wait. He stopped himself when he saw he's been staring her quietly as she tells her day about seeing a fat orange cat. She's so adorable, what the fuck.
Jason, that's your friend, don't fuck it up.
—
"Jason." (Name) moaned when Jason pushed her head down in the bed, his cock pounds inside her pussy to feel her slickness coating him as he fucked her hard into the mattress like a beast in a heat, this was new, it was like he's frustrated when he's fucking her from behind that she could only mewl and squirm, gripping the sheets below her to take whatever Jason was giving her.
And he feels frustratingly good when he feels her cunt fluttering around him, it's like she's pulling his pulling his cock inside her so tight, not wanting his cock leave her warm pussy who's dripping wet, begging to be released. "Fuck." He groaned when she purposefully squeezed his cock to tease him, something she always does to rile him up more so she can get what she wants- and she wants it hard. “What a fucking brat."
Jason grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled it, to make (Name) gasp when her eyes meet Jason's in the mirror's reflection who's looking at her with lustful desires, his hips not stopping to fuck her good like he wants.
She's so beautiful looking like a fucked out slut. His slut.
(Name) was about to close her eyes in pleasure but Jason landed his palm on her ass harshly, her eyes shot open and mewled at the impact, obviously making his cock twitched up when she realized she liked the stinging pain it left behind. "Don't you dare close your fucking eyes.” Jason groaned and let go of her hair, his hands now grabbing the flush of her hips to pull it back to meet his unforgiving pace. “Eyes on me, baby.” He went rougher, feeling the tip of his cock brushed a spongy feeling of her spot that made her arched her back, her head resting on her arm, locking eyes with Jason in lost pleasure.
There it is. Jason Todd knows that look, a desperate look that she's close.
"Close already?" Jason mocked her before leaning to pressed his chest down on her bare back and kiss her shoulder that made her whine softly. (Name) nodded feverishly, her mind couldn't comprehend a single coherent thought when she can feel him so deep inside her. Jason returned to his position to feel her deep again, his eyes looked down to her ass, watching his cock slicked with her own arousal goes in and out of her pussy, and Goddamn, Jason was mesmerized by the sight of how she takes him so well. His line of thoughts were disturbed when she lets out a small desperate mewl and he looked back at her in the reflection and smirked at the sight of a poor (Name) all fucked out.
"Please, Jason, I wanna cum so bad." (Name) moaned, desperately moving her hips to meet his and chase her oncoming orgasm, his eyes watched her features contorting to pleasure, ready to release in any given moment - to which the dark-haired man pulled out abruptly. He wants to see her come undone, her pretty face always gets to him when he make her see heaven.
"Jason!" (Name) groaned, feeling empty without his cock inside her. Jason didn't bother to answer her when he flipped her to her back and drag her lower half to the edge of the bed to which where he stands now. Jason postioned her legs to rest on his upper body, her ankles rested on his broad shoulders, and his hands hold onto her thighs to lift her hips up, her slit is positioned to Jason's erected cock and pushed in without trouble.
He stilled, hissing at the feeling of her warm pussy enveloping him again, a experience he would never get sick and tired of. If Jason moves now, he'd cum on the spot and that would be fucking embarrassing.
Slowly, he sets out a slow pace, his eyes looking at her expression.
Jason will always adore that beautiful sight of (Name) right now, who's lost again to the feeling of him filling her up whole, but he frowned when her eyes are closed again, she knew Jason loves eye contact and he'll always make sure he gets what he wants from her. "Hey," he patted her cheek with his large hand, careful not to hurt but enough for her to to open her eyes. "I said, eyes on me." He grabbed her jaw and his thumb rested her lower lip, as if telling her to open them.
(Name) obliged, her lips parting for him and Jason leaned down, puckering his lips to let a gobble of spit down to her open mouth, watching it in amazement when she moaned in delight, eagerly swallowing it with a lazy smile while looking up to him. There she is with the eye contact. Fuck.
Jason growled. He roughly moved her a bit up so he can rest his knees to the bed and wrapped her legs around his waist to feel her deeper and harder, just like how they both always wanted.
"You're being such a good girl for me." Jason groaned, praising her and sweet tight pussy, his hips not faltering from pounding her and his hands on her waist tightly, watching (Name) under his hold. "Good." Thrust. "Fucking." Thrust. "Girl.”
So fucking beautiful- when he praises her like that, how she melts at those simple praises. And she looks so damn pretty with (Name) looking like a gift sent for Jason to spend his time and efforts, to have her moaning his name like it's the only word she knows under him.
Her hair is a mess, her mascara is running down her cheeks, her lips letting out melody of moans and mewls because of him, her perfect tits bouncing when he fucked her so hard. He can feel himself close just by the sight of her lost on the feeling of his cock plunging deep inside her. Fuck, fuck, fuck.
"Jason." (Name)'s hand began to wander down and she rubbed her clit in front of him. This made the dark-haired vigilante smiled down at her, absolutely loving she's giving him a show for him to watch.
"Yeah? You like that?" Jason rolled his hips slowly like he's tracing his name on her pussy, marking it for his own, he's so obsessed of her that he couldn't help to do this everytime they fucked, and the best part is?
She enjoyed it, she loves it, and she lets him.
"Mhm." She panted out, her eyes looking down and watch how he rolled his hips so smoothly against her before switching back again to rough pounding her sweet cunt- this made her moan at the sight of it and feel herself getting wetter and closer to peak that euphoric feeling again. "Mhm? Yeah? You like playing with yourself?" Jason watched her moan, he's all sweaty but his stamina is something she always take serious for. (Name) could only nod and lifted her hips to meet his pace, always so needy and desperate for him to fill her up again and again.
He couldn't hold it in. So Jason rested his arms on the side of her head, his pace roughing up and captured her lips with his own that made him groan, she taste so sweet- fuck. "Jason," she whined against their kiss. “Wanna cum with you, please, please? Inside.” She pleaded and Jason groaned lowly at the sound of her helpless pleas. He pulled away and looked deep to her eyes, he can make out everything about her, from her long eyeslashes, her cute nose, her lips.
Jason doesn't want to let (Name) go- he just can't let her go and have other men have her that way he's having (Name) right now, he would rather die again if that was the case. "(Name).” Jason panted out, his brows furrowing, the hold she has on him dawned on him that he groaned at the thought of it, he's not complaining anyways. "Fuck you."
He getting close, and so was she that (Name) could only smile up to him with half-lidded eyes when he cussed her out. She's so pretty, it hurts.
With a few more thrust, (Name) came around his cock with a lewd moan of his name and Jason pupils dilated watching her cumming to his cock that he couldn't help it and bury his face on the crook of her neck.
"I love you." Jason groaned - And ropes of cum shot inside her pussy, his hips stuttering, his whole body getting weak and Jason puts down his weight on her, taking a deep few breaths but he didn't pulled out just yet.
Oh fuck. He said it. He didn't mean to- whatever, just out with it.
They both went silent, besides the heavy breathing, it was... quiet. The weight of his words finally sinking to (Name) and squirmed under his weight to get comfortable. "Uh... Jason you kind of slipped -"
"Shut up." He pressed his lips on her neck. " know what I said." Jason grumbled, his arms wrapping around her body to stop her from moving.
"And I mean it. I love you." the word is so foreign to him. "why do you have to come-" she snorted at that but Jason decided to ignore that. "And ruin me? You and your whole existence is a thorn on my side." Jason bit her neck, leaving a small love bite. "Don't even answer that." He said, he's not feeling to hear whatever witty retort from her right now.
"|... fuck- this was too fast, i'm sorry." Jason pulled back and watched her with rueful smile. "But damn it, fuck you, (Name), I want you. Not just your body. I want you. So let me take you out on a date and let me treat you the way you deserve, unlike those douchebags you go after." He means that, it may be a bad time for them to go heart to heart right now when he's still literally inside her, but if not now, when? He just doesn't want to be a friend she's fucking, he wants to be more than that to her. It's obvious that Jason doesn't have any experience in these kind of fields before, but whatever, he thinks.
(Name) wasn't expecting this but she laughs softly that made him smiled softly at the sound of her voice. This is such a stupid confession." Jason shrugged. "Hey, it's unique."
"I would love to." (Name) looked at him with a smile and Jason felt like all his stress melted just by looking at her with that damn smile.
But of course, Jason who's not an expert yet in any romantic field does what he needs to do.
"… good, but let's think about our date tomorrow." He pushed his hips again, feeling her again and grinned when she shot him a look but her moan said otherwise that made his cock harden again. “Sorry, (Name), you're just to die for.”
Jason Todd freezed at the revelation of what his bestfriend, (Name) said. It was something normal that’s for sure, but for her? She always bragged about her sex life, how she managed to pull everyone just by batting her eyelashes, to think that she—
“Never enjoyed receiving oral?” Jason has to ask her, if he heard her correctly. (Name) smiled sheepishly at that with a half shrugged as they continue to play a game of chess, she managed to get Jason’s pawn to which he grumbled because he got distracted. “It’s boring and they always get bored down there, so I just… y’know, never enjoyed them.”
He watched her carefully and down to the chessboard, that can’t be right, he thought, as someone as beautiful as her, they deserve to be worshipped in any way. She noticed this of course, how his brows furrowed and lips curled down to a frown— and she definitely knew what was going on his mind right now.
“So, how about we—“
“Jason.”
—
(Name) has her fingers clutching on Jason’s hair, she was pressed up to his couch, her legs resting on his broad shoulders and his big hands rested on her bare waist, occasionally drawing circles with his thumb on her soft skin and (Name) could only moan when his lips began to work on her.
Jason absolutely loved how her wet cunt tasted on his tongue, the way she pushed her hips up to his lips, loving how he licked her slit and sucked on her clit like it was his favorite dessert that he’ll never get sick off, he could do this for hours and he’ll thank (Name) for it, for letting him taste her for his own pleasure.
He traced his name with his tongue on her pussy, as if he’s claiming it for his own to eat, to fuck and to use. It’s his and he’s been waiting for so long to have (Name)’s body against his, he always wondered how soft she is and how she looks like under him, and it was such a pretty sight to see her like this, drunk on the feeling he’s giving her. Jason closed his eyes, his hands moving upward to grope her breast and marveled how they fit perfectly on his palm, his thumb running over her nipples and Jason felt them perked up that made him moaned in satisfaction.
“Jason.” She mewled, arching her back and Jason quickly flickered his tongue to her sensitive clit, sucking it just like how she likes it before dipping his tongue inside her, drinking all the slick from her puffy pussy. (Name) can only whine and moan from pleasure that made Jason grind on the couch, feeling his cock harden at her sounds that he’s been pulling out of her since this first started.
She sounds so beautiful right now that he couldn’t help but to enjoy his meal, making sure everything about her was given the utmost attention. “Taste so fuckin’ good for me.” Jason groaned, his one hand now prying her one leg wider before tracing his fingers across her slit. “Such a good girl, getting all wet.” With that, he slowly pushed his thick middle and ring finger, spreading her wide open slowly that (Name) lets out a lewd moan. “O-oh— fuck, please— don’t stop, ‘s good.”
And who was Jason to deny her?
His thick fingers made sure to go to a slow pace, her warm cunt hugged them so nicely while his mouth keeps sucking on her sensitive clit, listening to her now loud moans that’s pulling him in further more to his addiction and desires he has for (Name). Deciding this isn’t enough, he plunged in deeper and curled his fingers that (Name) gasped as she felt something that made her see stars, it was unfamiliar that Jason grinned up to her, feeling a sense of pride that he found her spot.
“Ja-Jason—“
“Shh, you can take it, baby. You’re my good girl, right?” The feeling of his fingers hitting the same spot over and over again made her eyes roll back to the back of her head, nodding dumbly, her body was completely submitting to Jason. “Mhm, yeah, ‘m your good girl, f-fuck—“
“Yeah? You’re my good girl?” Jason smirked up to her, he wasn’t slowing down, he’s enjoying all her reactions, how she looks right now with her hair a mess, her skin glistening with sweat, and how her soft lips parted at the pleasure and it’s all because of him. “Y—Yes, please, Jason, I love your tongue, it feels so good— ‘m gonna…”
Jason didn’t stopped, he doesn’t want to, and he knew she was getting close from the way her thighs began to tremble, her hips desperately grinding on his lips and how her fingers tightened on his hair.
“Cum for me.”
And she did more than that, (Name) did not disappoint when she arched her back, her thighs trembling, her eyes widening when she realized what was going on and gushed out to which Jason happily slurped it all to his heart content with a grin on his lips when (Name) squirted.
“O-oh— fuck!” She tried pulling Jason away from her sensitive pussy when he keeps sucking her clit. He chuckled and pressed soft kisses of the inside of her thick thigh, occasionally leaving them marks before returning his cocky grin when (Name) was breathing out heavily, looking up at the ceiling as if she can’t believe that happened, that her best friend ate her out and enjoyed it.
“Didn’t know you were a squirter, (Name).” Jason teased that she shot him a look of disapproval, watching her slick trailed off to his lips down to his chin. Realizing she was watching, Jason wiped it off with his licking it as he keeps his eyes locked on her.
“I didn’t know I can do that.” She defended weakly, panting heavily at the sight of Jason still drunk on the feeling.
Jason laughed softly and suddenly he wrapped his arm around her waist, turning her to bend her over the couch. She was about to complain but a whined escaped her lips when she felt his cock lining up to her entrance, it feels like she is energized again by the thought of her best friend fucking her from behind that she arched her back and wiggled her hips for a show.
summary: Jason is having complicated… feelings for (Name)— and they are so hard to articulate when he is so deep inside her
Tags: NSFW, sexual content, AFAB reader, she/her pronouns, degradation (a small bit), praises, spitting, spanking (just one time), unprotected sex, dropping of L-Bombs, friends to lovers
Note: this is a repost! It kind of flopped when I posted this yesterday so I’m reposting it 😭 this is a second part to to the first post!
Jason Todd noticed it.
He always does, no matter how small the detail is, he can see her in a different light after that night, after making the small friend with benefits arrangement when he pumped her full with his cum.
The next few months, God, he was starting to notice it. She's glowing. The nights of her pussy milking his cock empty, she has this glow that he prides himself in because he made her feel that way after taking her ability to walk for the next following days.
But it's more than sex now, Jason thinks. He needs her, he needs to hear her voice every single day, he need (Name) on his side to ramble on her day, he can't do this friends with benefits anymore, fucking hell- Jason needs (Name).
Jason wants to look at her everyday, she's a painting, a masterpiece rather, with lots of perfections and imperfections, from the way how her watercolor eyes looks so good under the sunset rays, her lips that always curved up perfectly everytime her gaze landed on him, and her hands- they fit so perfectly to his that Jason wonders what would it be like to hold them everyday.
Jason loves her- wait. He stopped himself when he saw he's been staring her quietly as she tells her day about seeing a fat orange cat. She's so adorable, what the fuck.
Jason, that's your friend, don't fuck it up.
—
"Jason." (Name) moaned when Jason pushed her head down in the bed, his cock pounds inside her pussy to feel her slickness coating him as he fucked her hard into the mattress like a beast in a heat, this was new, it was like he's frustrated when he's fucking her from behind that she could only mewl and squirm, gripping the sheets below her to take whatever Jason was giving her.
And he feels frustratingly good when he feels her cunt fluttering around him, it's like she's pulling his pulling his cock inside her so tight, not wanting his cock leave her warm pussy who's dripping wet, begging to be released. "Fuck." He groaned when she purposefully squeezed his cock to tease him, something she always does to rile him up more so she can get what she wants- and she wants it hard. “What a fucking brat."
Jason grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled it, to make (Name) gasp when her eyes meet Jason's in the mirror's reflection who's looking at her with lustful desires, his hips not stopping to fuck her good like he wants.
She's so beautiful looking like a fucked out slut. His slut.
(Name) was about to close her eyes in pleasure but Jason landed his palm on her ass harshly, her eyes shot open and mewled at the impact, obviously making his cock twitched up when she realized she liked the stinging pain it left behind. "Don't you dare close your fucking eyes.” Jason groaned and let go of her hair, his hands now grabbing the flush of her hips to pull it back to meet his unforgiving pace. “Eyes on me, baby.” He went rougher, feeling the tip of his cock brushed a spongy feeling of her spot that made her arched her back, her head resting on her arm, locking eyes with Jason in lost pleasure.
There it is. Jason Todd knows that look, a desperate look that she's close.
"Close already?" Jason mocked her before leaning to pressed his chest down on her bare back and kiss her shoulder that made her whine softly. (Name) nodded feverishly, her mind couldn't comprehend a single coherent thought when she can feel him so deep inside her. Jason returned to his position to feel her deep again, his eyes looked down to her ass, watching his cock slicked with her own arousal goes in and out of her pussy, and Goddamn, Jason was mesmerized by the sight of how she takes him so well. His line of thoughts were disturbed when she lets out a small desperate mewl and he looked back at her in the reflection and smirked at the sight of a poor (Name) all fucked out.
"Please, Jason, I wanna cum so bad." (Name) moaned, desperately moving her hips to meet his and chase her oncoming orgasm, his eyes watched her features contorting to pleasure, ready to release in any given moment - to which the dark-haired man pulled out abruptly. He wants to see her come undone, her pretty face always gets to him when he make her see heaven.
"Jason!" (Name) groaned, feeling empty without his cock inside her. Jason didn't bother to answer her when he flipped her to her back and drag her lower half to the edge of the bed to which where he stands now. Jason postioned her legs to rest on his upper body, her ankles rested on his broad shoulders, and his hands hold onto her thighs to lift her hips up, her slit is positioned to Jason's erected cock and pushed in without trouble.
He stilled, hissing at the feeling of her warm pussy enveloping him again, a experience he would never get sick and tired of. If Jason moves now, he'd cum on the spot and that would be fucking embarrassing.
Slowly, he sets out a slow pace, his eyes looking at her expression.
Jason will always adore that beautiful sight of (Name) right now, who's lost again to the feeling of him filling her up whole, but he frowned when her eyes are closed again, she knew Jason loves eye contact and he'll always make sure he gets what he wants from her. "Hey," he patted her cheek with his large hand, careful not to hurt but enough for her to to open her eyes. "I said, eyes on me." He grabbed her jaw and his thumb rested her lower lip, as if telling her to open them.
(Name) obliged, her lips parting for him and Jason leaned down, puckering his lips to let a gobble of spit down to her open mouth, watching it in amazement when she moaned in delight, eagerly swallowing it with a lazy smile while looking up to him. There she is with the eye contact. Fuck.
Jason growled. He roughly moved her a bit up so he can rest his knees to the bed and wrapped her legs around his waist to feel her deeper and harder, just like how they both always wanted.
"You're being such a good girl for me." Jason groaned, praising her and sweet tight pussy, his hips not faltering from pounding her and his hands on her waist tightly, watching (Name) under his hold. "Good." Thrust. "Fucking." Thrust. "Girl.”
So fucking beautiful- when he praises her like that, how she melts at those simple praises. And she looks so damn pretty with (Name) looking like a gift sent for Jason to spend his time and efforts, to have her moaning his name like it's the only word she knows under him.
Her hair is a mess, her mascara is running down her cheeks, her lips letting out melody of moans and mewls because of him, her perfect tits bouncing when he fucked her so hard. He can feel himself close just by the sight of her lost on the feeling of his cock plunging deep inside her. Fuck, fuck, fuck.
"Jason." (Name)'s hand began to wander down and she rubbed her clit in front of him. This made the dark-haired vigilante smiled down at her, absolutely loving she's giving him a show for him to watch.
"Yeah? You like that?" Jason rolled his hips slowly like he's tracing his name on her pussy, marking it for his own, he's so obsessed of her that he couldn't help to do this everytime they fucked, and the best part is?
She enjoyed it, she loves it, and she lets him.
"Mhm." She panted out, her eyes looking down and watch how he rolled his hips so smoothly against her before switching back again to rough pounding her sweet cunt- this made her moan at the sight of it and feel herself getting wetter and closer to peak that euphoric feeling again. "Mhm? Yeah? You like playing with yourself?" Jason watched her moan, he's all sweaty but his stamina is something she always take serious for. (Name) could only nod and lifted her hips to meet his pace, always so needy and desperate for him to fill her up again and again.
He couldn't hold it in. So Jason rested his arms on the side of her head, his pace roughing up and captured her lips with his own that made him groan, she taste so sweet- fuck. "Jason," she whined against their kiss. “Wanna cum with you, please, please? Inside.” She pleaded and Jason groaned lowly at the sound of her helpless pleas. He pulled away and looked deep to her eyes, he can make out everything about her, from her long eyeslashes, her cute nose, her lips.
Jason doesn't want to let (Name) go- he just can't let her go and have other men have her that way he's having (Name) right now, he would rather die again if that was the case. "(Name).” Jason panted out, his brows furrowing, the hold she has on him dawned on him that he groaned at the thought of it, he's not complaining anyways. "Fuck you."
He getting close, and so was she that (Name) could only smile up to him with half-lidded eyes when he cussed her out. She's so pretty, it hurts.
With a few more thrust, (Name) came around his cock with a lewd moan of his name and Jason pupils dilated watching her cumming to his cock that he couldn't help it and bury his face on the crook of her neck.
"I love you." Jason groaned - And ropes of cum shot inside her pussy, his hips stuttering, his whole body getting weak and Jason puts down his weight on her, taking a deep few breaths but he didn't pulled out just yet.
Oh fuck. He said it. He didn't mean to- whatever, just out with it.
They both went silent, besides the heavy breathing, it was... quiet. The weight of his words finally sinking to (Name) and squirmed under his weight to get comfortable. "Uh... Jason you kind of slipped -"
"Shut up." He pressed his lips on her neck. " know what I said." Jason grumbled, his arms wrapping around her body to stop her from moving.
"And I mean it. I love you." the word is so foreign to him. "why do you have to come-" she snorted at that but Jason decided to ignore that. "And ruin me? You and your whole existence is a thorn on my side." Jason bit her neck, leaving a small love bite. "Don't even answer that." He said, he's not feeling to hear whatever witty retort from her right now.
"|... fuck- this was too fast, i'm sorry." Jason pulled back and watched her with rueful smile. "But damn it, fuck you, (Name), I want you. Not just your body. I want you. So let me take you out on a date and let me treat you the way you deserve, unlike those douchebags you go after." He means that, it may be a bad time for them to go heart to heart right now when he's still literally inside her, but if not now, when? He just doesn't want to be a friend she's fucking, he wants to be more than that to her. It's obvious that Jason doesn't have any experience in these kind of fields before, but whatever, he thinks.
(Name) wasn't expecting this but she laughs softly that made him smiled softly at the sound of her voice. This is such a stupid confession." Jason shrugged. "Hey, it's unique."
"I would love to." (Name) looked at him with a smile and Jason felt like all his stress melted just by looking at her with that damn smile.
But of course, Jason who's not an expert yet in any romantic field does what he needs to do.
"… good, but let's think about our date tomorrow." He pushed his hips again, feeling her again and grinned when she shot him a look but her moan said otherwise that made his cock harden again. “Sorry, (Name), you're just to die for.”
Jason Todd freezed at the revelation of what his bestfriend, (Name) said. It was something normal that’s for sure, but for her? She always bragged about her sex life, how she managed to pull everyone just by batting her eyelashes, to think that she—
“Never enjoyed receiving oral?” Jason has to ask her, if he heard her correctly. (Name) smiled sheepishly at that with a half shrugged as they continue to play a game of chess, she managed to get Jason’s pawn to which he grumbled because he got distracted. “It’s boring and they always get bored down there, so I just… y’know, never enjoyed them.”
He watched her carefully and down to the chessboard, that can’t be right, he thought, as someone as beautiful as her, they deserve to be worshipped in any way. She noticed this of course, how his brows furrowed and lips curled down to a frown— and she definitely knew what was going on his mind right now.
“So, how about we—“
“Jason.”
—
(Name) has her fingers clutching on Jason’s hair, she was pressed up to his couch, her legs resting on his broad shoulders and his big hands rested on her bare waist, occasionally drawing circles with his thumb on her soft skin and (Name) could only moan when his lips began to work on her.
Jason absolutely loved how her wet cunt tasted on his tongue, the way she pushed her hips up to his lips, loving how he licked her slit and sucked on her clit like it was his favorite dessert that he’ll never get sick off, he could do this for hours and he’ll thank (Name) for it, for letting him taste her for his own pleasure.
He traced his name with his tongue on her pussy, as if he’s claiming it for his own to eat, to fuck and to use. It’s his and he’s been waiting for so long to have (Name)’s body against his, he always wondered how soft she is and how she looks like under him, and it was such a pretty sight to see her like this, drunk on the feeling he’s giving her. Jason closed his eyes, his hands moving upward to grope her breast and marveled how they fit perfectly on his palm, his thumb running over her nipples and Jason felt them perked up that made him moaned in satisfaction.
“Jason.” She mewled, arching her back and Jason quickly flickered his tongue to her sensitive clit, sucking it just like how she likes it before dipping his tongue inside her, drinking all the slick from her puffy pussy. (Name) can only whine and moan from pleasure that made Jason grind on the couch, feeling his cock harden at her sounds that he’s been pulling out of her since this first started.
She sounds so beautiful right now that he couldn’t help but to enjoy his meal, making sure everything about her was given the utmost attention. “Taste so fuckin’ good for me.” Jason groaned, his one hand now prying her one leg wider before tracing his fingers across her slit. “Such a good girl, getting all wet.” With that, he slowly pushed his thick middle and ring finger, spreading her wide open slowly that (Name) lets out a lewd moan. “O-oh— fuck, please— don’t stop, ‘s good.”
And who was Jason to deny her?
His thick fingers made sure to go to a slow pace, her warm cunt hugged them so nicely while his mouth keeps sucking on her sensitive clit, listening to her now loud moans that’s pulling him in further more to his addiction and desires he has for (Name). Deciding this isn’t enough, he plunged in deeper and curled his fingers that (Name) gasped as she felt something that made her see stars, it was unfamiliar that Jason grinned up to her, feeling a sense of pride that he found her spot.
“Ja-Jason—“
“Shh, you can take it, baby. You’re my good girl, right?” The feeling of his fingers hitting the same spot over and over again made her eyes roll back to the back of her head, nodding dumbly, her body was completely submitting to Jason. “Mhm, yeah, ‘m your good girl, f-fuck—“
“Yeah? You’re my good girl?” Jason smirked up to her, he wasn’t slowing down, he’s enjoying all her reactions, how she looks right now with her hair a mess, her skin glistening with sweat, and how her soft lips parted at the pleasure and it’s all because of him. “Y—Yes, please, Jason, I love your tongue, it feels so good— ‘m gonna…”
Jason didn’t stopped, he doesn’t want to, and he knew she was getting close from the way her thighs began to tremble, her hips desperately grinding on his lips and how her fingers tightened on his hair.
“Cum for me.”
And she did more than that, (Name) did not disappoint when she arched her back, her thighs trembling, her eyes widening when she realized what was going on and gushed out to which Jason happily slurped it all to his heart content with a grin on his lips when (Name) squirted.
“O-oh— fuck!” She tried pulling Jason away from her sensitive pussy when he keeps sucking her clit. He chuckled and pressed soft kisses of the inside of her thick thigh, occasionally leaving them marks before returning his cocky grin when (Name) was breathing out heavily, looking up at the ceiling as if she can’t believe that happened, that her best friend ate her out and enjoyed it.
“Didn’t know you were a squirter, (Name).” Jason teased that she shot him a look of disapproval, watching her slick trailed off to his lips down to his chin. Realizing she was watching, Jason wiped it off with his licking it as he keeps his eyes locked on her.
“I didn’t know I can do that.” She defended weakly, panting heavily at the sight of Jason still drunk on the feeling.
Jason laughed softly and suddenly he wrapped his arm around her waist, turning her to bend her over the couch. She was about to complain but a whined escaped her lips when she felt his cock lining up to her entrance, it feels like she is energized again by the thought of her best friend fucking her from behind that she arched her back and wiggled her hips for a show.
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