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DICK GRAYSON
dick is the human equivalent of sunshine in summer. he wakes up early, makes smoothies, and drags you to the rooftop for sunrise yoga because “the view is insane babe, trust me.”
“come on, just one sun tan.” he says, already in position, grinning like an idiot. when you groan he just laughs and pulls you into his arms instead, kissing your neck. “fine, we can be lazy today. but only if you let me carry you to the pool later.”
he’s the one who turns every outing into an adventure rooftop picnics, late night swims, driving with the windows down blasting music.
he gets tan so easily and always makes sure you have sunscreen on your back, fingers lingering a little too long.
JASON TODD
jason pretends he hates summer but secretly loves the excuse to be outside with you. he takes you to quiet spots away from the city old parks, rooftops at night, anywhere the heat doesn’t feel suffocating.
“it’s too damn hot,” he grumbles, but he’s already spreading a blanket under a tree and pulling you down with him. “don’t even think about moving. we’re staying here until the sun goes down.”
he reads while you rest your head on his chest, one hand absently rubbing your back. every once in a while he’ll lean down and murmur “you look good like this” against your hair, voice low and rough.
TIM DRAKE
tim turns summer into a research project. he has three different apps tracking the best ice cream places, the least crowded beaches, and the perfect sunset times.
“statistically this spot has the best view at 8:47,” he says seriously, setting up a whole picnic with fairy lights he definitely over-prepared. when you tease him he just blushes and mumbles “i wanted it to be nice for you…”
he works late but always makes time for late night drives with the ac blasting and his hand on your thigh. he falls asleep on your shoulder halfway through the movie you’re watching outside and you just let him.
DAMIAN WAYNE
damian acts like summer is so beneath him but he’s the one who wakes you up at dawn to go to the botanical gardens because “the light is better for the flowers.”
“tt, don’t be slow,” he says, but he’s holding your hand the whole time and explaining every plant like it’s the most important thing in the world. when you get tired he carries you on his back without complaint, titus trotting beside you.
at night he lets you sit between his legs on the balcony, arms around your waist, chin on your shoulder. “the heat is tolerable when you’re here,” he mutters, almost embarrassed by how soft he sounds.
BRUCE WAYNE
bruce is the definition of controlled chaos in summer. he tries to keep his schedule but ends up canceling meetings just to be with you.
“alfred, clear my afternoon,” he says into his phone while you’re both on the balcony, his arm around your waist. when you raise an eyebrow he just kisses your temple. “the world can wait. you can’t.”
he takes you to the manor pool at night when no one’s around, swimming laps while you sit on the edge with your feet in the water. he’ll pull you in fully clothed just to hear you laugh, then wrap you in a towel and carry you inside like it’s the most normal thing.
“you make me want to slow down,” he admits quietly one evening, forehead against yours, the city lights flickering below. “and i don’t slow down for anyone.”
the only sounds in the quiet safe room are the rubbing of denim and the needy whimpers and incoherent blabbers slipping from jason's lips.
"shit- s'good, soooo good" he says, throwing his head back when he feels you pick up your pace grinding against his painfully hard clothed cock. he's trying his best not to cum, trying his best to be a good boy.
your lips curl into a grin, the sight of him sitting under you, flushed face, glazed-over eyes brimming with tears, and so completely willing just for you sure is an ego booster.
"yeah? you like that?" you coo at him, running your fingers through his slightly damp hair. "bet you've been thinking about this all week..." you tease him, that cruel smirk still playing at your face. of course, he doesn't mind you teasing him.
he nods frantically, anything to agree with you, anything to please you. "yeah! fuuuck- i'm so close, baby" he whines, his hands taking place on your hips, assisting your movements against his.
"jason! no, hands off!" you snap at him, causing his hands to retreat back to the bedsheets just as quickly as he starts apologizing. "m'sorry," he shakes his head, a fat tear falling down his cheek. "m'so sorry baby- i- you just- you feel really really good" he rambles, "been thinking bout' you a lot" he nods, looking up at you to gauge your reaction to his words, making sure you're not too mad at him.
"i know, jay" you reply, not impressed by his apologies. nevertheless, you kiss his forehead and grind down harder on his bulge, earning a panicked whimper from him.
"wait! waitwaitwait m'gna cum- don't do tha-" he's cut off by you kissing him, all teeth and tongue. he moans into the kiss, not embarrassed in the slightest.
you pull back, panting for air. his lips are kiss swollen and pink, and he's looking up at you with pure love, his pupils blown out. "please lemme cum," he begs, nuzzling his cheek against your chest like a puppy. "i've been real good..." he sounds like he's telling himself that more than he's telling you.
your hands rub up and down his chest soothingly, "mhm... i know baby," you purr, "let me know how bad you wanna cum, sweet boy" and you know he's not one to shy away from begging, he'd literally do anything for you.
"i want it so bad- i-" more tears run down his face, evidence of his restraint. "i've been so good, haven't touched you- and- and- i've been a good boy" he breathes out, trying not to focus on the sensation of your hands rubbing up and down his arms, his eyelids fluttering.
he looks pathetic. only you have seen this side of him, all whiny and pussy-whipped, sucking up to you so he can bust a nut.
you nod, "cum for me, jay... you've earned it.." you give him the permission he's been aching for, and he doesn't wait.
he immediately lets out a high-pitched, needy moan of your name, his hands abandoning the bed and flying to your waist to ground himself. he pulses as he splurts hot globs of cum into his boxers, his hips bucking up to your warmth desperately.
you let him ride out his orgasm, blabbering thank you's and hugging you to his chest. you move strands of his hair away from his sweaty forehead, and he looks up at you. "can i make you feel good now?" he asks with those big glossy puppy dog eyes. how could you say no?
"I know I can suck him off better than you," you scowl right at Satoru now, the two of you on your knees right in front of your boyfriend Suguru Geto - he raises a dark brow at the both of you.
"You're pretty good sweetheart," Satoru slips his fingers down your spine ever so slowly, goosebumps rising in a little trail. "You're not close to me though."
"Sugu, tell him," you pout all pretty - and he brushes your hair back, smiling down at you as your hand tries to wrap his thick, veiny cock. "I am so much better than Satoru at it, hmm?"
"Your throat is so much tighter..." Suguru moans, making Satoru glare his pretty blue eyes at both of you.
"Fuck you!?" Satoru scoffs, his jaw clicking he's so damn irritated, but also seeing your tongue lapping up the underside of Suguru's cock has his own twitching, the way you gather all that dripping white. "Calling me loose!?"
"Maybe."
"Hah!" You shove Satoru and he yanks at your hair. "Ow!"
"Why do I endure this?" He acts as if you're not arched all pretty in front of his boyfriend's cock, like he doesn't love to watch you choke on it - fuck it's almost as good as when you choke on his.
"Is my tongue better, too?" You murmur, feeling Satoru’s hand slide down your ass and smack the fuck out of it, it stings his hand is so damn big. "Ouch!?!?"
"Stop being bratty, Toru," Suguru just has him smirking, raising a brow - Satoru Gojo is a fucking brat. "Spit on it, princess."
You do the daintiest spit ever.
Satoru snorts, so you smack him again.
"Spit on it for her, since she's too cute to really do it." Satoru leans forward as Suguru orders, a thick glob of spit falling down to that reddened, pierced tip, you moan softly as Sugu tightens his hold on your hair, and you use Satoru's spit to glide his cock deep.
Satoru can't help but be mesmerized by it, his fingers pumping in and out of your slick cunt, making you whine out. The vibrations have Suguru's head falling back, moans escaping his throat, watching as you two make out so messy right over his tip.
When Satoru can't help but bend you over after, and stuffs your cunt full of his cock, Suguru’s thick length is slamming right in your throat, the two of them coating your walls and your mouth in white. Well... you and Satoru sort of forget the competition, especially when Suguru is eating Satoru's cum so eagerly from your pretty, abused cunt.
Satoru makes sure to lap every bit of Suguru's cum from your mouth, swallowing it down and moaning - before they've switched - and both men are swapping all those filthy fluids between their mouths with mean kisses. They use you - fucking you until you're a drooling mess in all three of your holes.
You're fucked out, your ears ringing, you're dizzy -
But you swear you hear a murmur in your ear that Gojo thinks he's won.
Then you hear another murmur after Gojo is snoring on the bed, and Suguru is pounding your cunt again though, with his hand wrapping right around a throat so sore from swallowing him? Satoru is long out, damn near drooling, and Suguru is making sure you feel every inch of him, lips on your ear.
"Guess what, princess?" He asks softly, squeezing at your pressure points. You gasp out, looking up at him, lashes fluttering.
fratjo x nerdjo x reader
'take a picture'
synopsis: you need to take a fake bf pic for insta with one twin but both of them get involved
cw: MDNI 18+, fratjoxnerdjo!femreader, bottom!fratjo, top!nerdjo, college AU, fingering, getting head (from both #needthat)
WORD COUNT: 3.5K
Gojo - fratjo Satoru - nerdjo
"Are you sure this is a good idea?"
You're standing in front of the mirror with Gojo standing behind you, with the most devilish grin on his face.
In a million years, you never thought you would be in this predicament. Taking a picture that would make people talk.
Talk about you being in a relationship that is.
The whole semester had been absolute hell. A whole bunch of assignments, constant midterms, and stupid feedback you keep getting from your professors. Normal stress that you could generally handle - the typical life of a college student.
It was going alright. Until you met a guy named Geto.
Geto was the kind of guy to rile someone up - you could call it rage bait - and it would work every single time. It wasn't any different with you.
Thus when you played a normal game of pool with him the other day, he went on and on about his new girlfriend and how awesome and cool relationships were, to which you simply said you were happy for him. All cool right?
But, no. He got in your head about not being in the dating pool, and how boring you were, how you supposedly have no game, and even managed to get you to place a bet with him:
Get a guy in a week.
You agreed to it in the spur of the moment. Completely taken by the need to be right for once. And it was all so Geto would work your shifts for an entire week. How could you say no?
That very question dawned on you the second you came home that day. Thoughts about what you were even thinking, why did you agree?
And all of it led to ending up at Gojo's place, coming up with the plan to take a convincing picture for your Instagram story.
You and Gojo had been pretty good friends since you started college, helping him out with assignments, resulting in you getting help from Satoru for the same modules you had with him- a win-win for all of you.
"Trust me, it's just a picture" Gojo says shrugging his shoulders.
He was wearing his usual black varsity t-shirt and grey sweatpants, along with his signature silver chain peeking through on his collarbone, matching the large silver ring on his middle finger. Weirdly enough, even though Satoru wasn't one to dress as stylish as Gojo, he too had that ring on. You didn't question it, but it was quite obvious it was a family heirloom.
Satoru was laying down on the couch behind the both of you, his head buried in a textbook as usual not paying a single bit of attention to his surroundings - except for you every now and then. He wasn't very good at hiding his flushed ears and cheeks every time you made eye contact with him. He was wearing a dark blue sweater over a white shirt buttoned all the way to the top, with baggy denim jeans and his usual reading glasses, slightly covered by his hair that should've been trimmed a while ago.
"Hmm, i don't know," you whimper a little nervous about this whole thing "Satoru what do you think?"
"Go for it" he flips a page nonchalant as ever.
"Wow so the very level-headed, calm and collected old man is agreeing with me too? What a surprise!" Gojo says mockingly, to which a flying textbook is the response from Satoru as it hits his head.
"The fuck? That was a big fucking book as well!"
"Yeah, ever read one? I think that'd be a better bet. I'd place millions on that, seriously"
"Of course I've read one, how the fuck do you think I've gotten through the semester"
"Wow round of applause for barely passing your modules, Gojo"
"Guys"
They both look at you, take a deep breath, then roll their eyes - almost too in-sync its uncanny. They both kept their fights minimal with you around, noticing your obvious uncomfortableness anytime they did. But it got to a point where you had to butt in for the sake of a peace of mind.
"Listen, I know you both have whatever issues to sort out, but can we just do this quick, please?" you look to Gojo and hold your phone between your hands pressed together.
"Alright, whatever"
You hold your phone in front of you, sighing and patiently waiting, seeing Gojo chuckling at your movements through the mirror.
"Never done this before?" he asks gently hovering his hand, basically the size of your entire left hip, the warmth radiating to your skin, making eye contact with you from behind you.
"Of course I have," you take his hand and place it at your hips "just make it believable and get this over with"
He stops for a second, taken aback and slightly trying to control himself at the fact that his hand is just so casually on your hips. He gulps.
For the frat king of this college that's known for his cocky persona and fucking every girl in his year, he sure was acting like it was his first time touching one.
"Never done this before?" you mock him, catching him from how he was staring down your hip in absolute awe that he gets to do this. Gojo always had a little crush on you, even though he would never admit it.
"Funny" he coughs and shakes his head in some way to build up the courage, which wasn't really resonating from the blush forming on his face and red ears.
So flustered that even his neck started getting pink, and he kept biting his lip to stop himself from smiling. He puts his other hand on your right hip, making sure his crotch wasn't anywhere near your ass - scared you might feel how desperate he was.
"Don't be scared Gojo," you comfort him looking up, inches away from his face "I don't know just act like I'm one of your fuck girls for the photo"
You hold up the phone, zooming in to your midsection trying to find the right angle, and his hands inch closer to your waist, trying to make it look convincing. His jaw clenches at your comment, you were so much more than a fuck girl. And he hates that you even uttered those words out of your mouth.
Satoru, observing all of this from the back, found this much more entertaining than his textbook - which was now beside him on the couch. He crossed his arms, fixing his glasses to get a good look at his twin be absolutely down bad for the first time in his life.
"C'mon Gojo that just looks unnatural," he gets up from the couch leaning against the corner wall near the mirror facing the both of you "You look scared of her"
"Well, she's not taking my face just my hands"
"I can see how scared you are from your hands"
"We don't need your fucking side commentary"
"Okay, just trying to help" Satoru puts his hands up and shrugs his shoulders.
You scan through the photos you took - ignoring their argument - biting your gums at how it actually did look unnatural, like you forced him to put his hands there.
"Ugh, let me go through Pinterest for inspo or something" you say, scrolling to find the app.
"L- let me show you" Satoru says, clenching his jaw at how he stuttered - causing a snicker from Gojo.
"Yeah, great I'd loveeee to see this" Gojo says stepping back, and signalling his hands to you.
Satoru walks towards you slow, standing in front of you smirking at your reaction, and stepping to your side, wrapping his arm around your waist - so normal like he's done this before. The faint smell of his wood like perfume lingering from his shirt so close to your face, and his warm build pressing up against your body while his other hand was in his pocket.
Gojo's mouth is agape as you adjust, your hand with the phone resting on his solid like bicep under his sweater. You admire the mirror view, and you like the way it looks on your camera, snapping a few photos, making sure not to get his hair in the frame.
"Wha- Where the fuck did you learn that?" Gojo sneers, pale eyebrows furrowed at how fluid his brother could be with women - the guy who would rather stay at home revising than come for any frat party Gojo invited him to.
But that was true. He just felt confident with you. Talking to you almost everyday, teaching you and getting to know you, really let him open up and be himself around you. But even you were shocked at how comfortable it was putting your weight on him while you snapped one last photo.
Satoru behind your back flips Gojo off to his question, but before he can react-
"Hmm, it does look better than the last one," you said analysing a few and favouriting ones you might put on your story "But there's just something missing"
"Nah wait" Gojo shoves his brother aside, causing his back to hit a wall. He stands behind you, putting his hands on your hip once again, but this time he's a lot closer than before, and you could feel his entire frame from behind.
"This is so much better than whatever the fuck you did,"
"No it's not"
"Yes, it's so much more natural"
"No, your hands are less photogenic"
"And your arm looks like a stick"
Satoru walks up towards you too, standing in front of you while the two of them are bickering and you're stuck right in between them, and they just keep getting closer and closer sending blatant threats to one another - the heat from their bodies radiating to you
"Guys!" you put your hands in between their chests, and look up to both of them, turning left then right, giving them almost a warning look.
They're both panting from arguing, breathing low looking at your with the exact same look. Eyes slightly wide, lips parted and admiring the view of you so close to them.
You flutter your eyelashes at both of them, inevitable tension rising out of nowhere. Your hands slide down their chest to their abs, both flexing underneath your touch even through their clothes.
"Guys?" you say more softly and their foreheads touch each other, melting into the touch of you, none of them are thinking straight. Your temples are almost touching each of their lips, and without thinking your hands drop down to their pants, and your met with two unbelievably hard dicks already staining the jeans from pre just from your touch.
All three of you gasp.
"Can we," Satoru asks so low of a voice it's sending shivers down your spine "try something?"
"If you’d let us" Gojo says, almost in a whine.
Two completely different tones for their characters.
You'd be lying to yourself if you said you didn't fantasise about each of them every now and then. Whether that was while you taught Gojo - since Satoru refuses to teach him - or when Satoru was teaching you.
The way they rolled their sleeves up, they way Gojo's muscles flexed, the way Satoru adjusted his glasses. Thoughts that would come and go, and you would brush off thinking it was just your stress hormones playing games with you.
But of course, all of these fantasies, was only individually.
Never collectively.
Stuck between the both of them, hypnotising scents of Dior and wood enveloping you - you thought of this to be a bizarre thing, the so-called most popular twins of this college caging you in, unable to help themselves under the fabric of their jeans by just the touch of you.
And it would also be bizarre to utter the word 'No'.
"Okay" you say sounding a little unsure.
Satoru turns your face to his with just his finger on your jaw, directing your lips to be just slightly touching his, tender in a way to comfort you.
"I want you to know this isn't something foreign to us," he says still in that low tone, vibrating on your lips, his minty breath following.
You feel another hand turning your head, facing Gojo "You can trust us," his lips, just as soft, grazing your lips with that same minty breath "Do you?"
A million thoughts were going through your head, and out of them 99% of them were why you probably shouldn't be doing this - your morals and judgement being most of them. But that one percent was being fucked by two really hot white-haired men offering you a time you didn’t dare to imagine.
"I trust you" you look to each of them “both of you”
In one swift move, Gojo was on his knees, with pleading eyes looking up at you between your legs, looking at your jeans, his hands unbuttoning them so quickly it shocked you. Behind you, Satoru had his hands roaming all over you, fingers brushing against your already hard nipples, your body jerking everytime he teased them, along with soft kisses he placed on your neck.
“I want you to look at your pretty self while you get fucked" his knuckles lifted your jaw up for your eyes to be met with the mirror once again, except this time you couldn't care less about where your phone was.
Gojo kneeling before you, pulling your jeans down and Satoru admiring his pretty view from the mirror every time you reacted to him - and his brother.
You lifted your legs to get the jeans off and Gojo's breath was warm even underneath your underwear. He grinned while he slipped his finger in, dragging it across your cunt then meeting your clit. Arching your back you moaned at the feeling.
"So wet for us huh?" said the face between your legs.
"Aw really, already?" you heard in your ear. You couldn't even begin to interject when you felt a soft tongue take a long lick of your sweet juices, tagging your panties to the side.
"Take them off, Gojo" Satoru gritted through his teeth kissing and biting your earlobe, sending goosebumps down your neck.
"I'll take them off when I want to," Gojo gritted back - barely - grinning at the taste of you, going for another lick, sucking at your clit causing you to whimper. Satoru wraps his fingers around your throat and takes you in for another kiss, swallowing your pretty sounds and throwing his glasses to the ground.
"Gojo," he says "Take them off or I'll do it myself"
"You're so impatient, Satoru" he says sliding down your underwear and effortlessly putting your legs on his shoulders causing you to completely lose balance but Satoru holds you still. You looked at the view in the mirror, vision hazy at the pleasure you're feeling and Satoru was enjoying every bit of it.
"Don't worry baby, I got you"
You're basically in the air as Gojo's whole mouth is on your pussy, making sure to take his time, sucking biting and drinking you in.
He circles his tongue around your clit, causing you to drip down his chin but he couldn't care less as his grip tightens on your ass to bring you closer, something cold touching your skin. His ring.
"Fuck jus- just like that" you moan out, gripping onto his hair and bringing his face closer. The sensation of his tongue causes you to move your hips to your own accord, using Satoru's frame to put more force.
"That's it, use me and ride his tongue" his whispers are hot against your ear, only increasing the pulse ringing in your ears and your eyes rolling back.
Satoru unbuttoned your blouse revealing your bra to which he manages to unhook holding on to your waist keeping you steady. Throwing it to the ground he clamps your nipples with two of his fingers, the cold from his ring making it harder, while he leaves hickeys all over the side of your neck and shoulder.
"She tastes so fucking good," Gojo's mumbling as he's chasing your high continuing to lap at your cunt while he sucks your clit simultaneously.
"I bet" Satoru says almost needy. Gojo puts his fingers in your hole and pumps it while his eyes are closed from the pleasure of how you feel, his only goal to make you cum.
"Fuck, ah- I'm gon- gonna cum!" you whine as your head cocks back and Satoru continues biting your neck and grabbing your tits sending you to orbit.
Your cries of pleasure, obscene lapping sounds coming from below you along with Gojo whimpering in your pussy and Satoru breathing hard against your neck filled the room.
Riding your hips into Gojo's mouth one last time, you cry out his name when you cum all over his fingers, your legs shaking and toes curling as he takes another lick of his fingers pop! before setting you down slowly and standing up. You’re still limp against Satoru and he never lets go of you.
"We're not done with you," Satoru whispers, as Gojo takes you in for one kiss - one he'd been waiting for so long, your juices still coated around his chin and cheeks.
"Satoru didn't get to taste your pretty pussy yet"
"Wai-" you don't get to finish your sentence when Satoru lifts you up his shoulders just as effortlessly and Gojo holds you up, placing much gentler kisses onto your neck already full of hickeys.
"Didn't leave me a spot?" Gojo seethes through his teeth.
"Couldn't have gone easier on her?" Satoru does too.
Satoru's mouth hovers over your now plump clit and folds, taking another lick causing you to whimper since you're already sensitive.
"God she really does taste good"
"Told you"
Satoru isn't completely hypnotized like Gojo, instead he maintains eye contact with you the whole time, knowing how to control eating you out and making sure you looked at him while he did.
"Ah ah," Gojo lifts your head and shakes his in a mocking 'no' "Eyes on you"
He holds your head up with his hand while Satoru gets to work, much more aggressive than Gojo. He makes out with your pussy and smothering his entire face in it - nose rubbing against your clit and mouth agape in your hole while he tongue fucked you.
"I think she likes me better" Satoru grins
"Shut the fuck up" Gojo slurs against your neck
Your eyes are met with the absolute mess you are now, Gojo standing behind admiring your tits and clamping them again, arching your back into him and Satoru's face between your legs. Both of them were not even the slightest bothered by your riding and pressing up against the other's back - it's like you weighed nothing.
"C'mon baby you can do it" Satoru says as he slips three fingers in your hold mercilessly, his cold ring hitting spots you weren’t even aware of.
"You're a strong girl you got it" Gojo squeezes your nipple so hard, your whole body is shuddering.
"Fuck fuck fuck" you can't handle the feeling of your high building again as you grab onto Gojo's hair kissing and sucking on the other side of your neck while you grabbed Satoru's hair with your other hand, tangling in their white locks. They both hiss as you grab it harder, guiding Satoru causing your other hand to guide Gojo too.
"Ride me" "Use me" "C'mon" "Good girl" - Dirty filthy little words of motivation being exchanged to you as you closed your eyes, euphoria swirling in your head from the second orgasm building up - and you didn't even know who was saying what.
"Fuck- Gojo- Toru- I'm- i'm cummin- again" you moaned out so loud as your second orgasm ripped through you, thighs closing in Satoru's face and your arm holding the back of Gojo's neck as you rode your hips into his face again. Your juices coating his face too, and he wiped a drop of it from his lips with his thumb, sucking it to get every last bit pop!
He places you down gently and your body is limp as ever, legs shaking and pussy sore from what you just went through. Gojo lightly guides you to the sofa behind, and you collapse onto it, and so do the both of them on each side of you.
You put on one of Gojo's varsity jerseys on the couch - which was almost like a gown on you. All three of you were slumped, trying to catch your breath.
"Holy shit," you breathed out "That was insane"
"Yeah" they sigh, turning to look at you, smiling, licking their lips at the same time and eyeing you down like they didn't get enough of you - uncanny.
You giggle at their similarities, propping yourself up to drink some water at the table muttering a cuss word since your legs were still sore.
"My picture was totally better" Satoru says again, putting his hands behind his head
"No, my hands looked better" Gojo retorts,
And they continued arguing about the same thing over and over until you ultimately re-took the picture.
…just with four hands this time.
Geto's gonna have a time with this. You thought.
a/n: can you tell I have a favourite? AHHHH LMAO
I kinda find it difficult writing smut w two characters but pls lmk what you think my freaky beautiful readers, i love you.
You stared curiously at the peculiar muscle on your husband’s toned stomach, currently closed as he naps beneath you on his chaise lounge. One finger reaches forward, lightly tapping against the outline of the mouth before pulling back.
To your surprise, it opens, lips curling into a cocky grin before it starts… speaking?! Its voice is deep and matches Sukuna’s perfectly, large tongue flicking out.
“Curious, hm?” It drawls slowly, flashing the sharp canines that had been hidden just seconds ago. You lean over to the nearby table, pulling a strawberry from the box and holding it tentatively near the mouth.
“Do you eat food?” You asked, sounding a little stupid talking to your husband’s stomach.
It laughs lightly, lips spreading in amusement. “I do, woman. What do you have in mind? A finger? An arm?”
You grimace. “Ew. No, I have a strawberry.” You press the tip of the strawberry against the tongue, watching it pull the fruit from your grip and chew loudly, red juice staining the sharp teeth.
You watch mesmerised at the unusual body part, noting how expressive it was and how it still managed to work even when Sukuna himself was asleep.
“Do you want another?”
“Hm.” The mouth hums for a second before the tongue flicks out and presses down flat against your two fingers resting against his lower abdomen.
Hesitantly, you lift them, saliva coating your fingers as Sukuna’s mouth stomach sucks on them greedily as if trying taste their flavour. You’re sat in awe, entranced as lewd sucking sounds fills the room.
“Ngh-“ Ryomen grunts suddenly, arm lifting from over his eyes as they flicker open. Immediately, his mouth pulls away from your fingers, closing innocently and leaving you both dumbfounded and aroused.
It happened every time Sukuna would nap, his stomach mouth would awaken like another whole entity itself and start talking to you, somehow sensing your presence every time.
Its voice, deeper than Sukuna’s yet still extremely similar, drawled out slowly. “I have always wondered what you’d taste like, woman.”
Your throat bobs nervously. “Can’t you taste things from both mouths?”
He hummed ‘no’, lip twitching up into a smirk. “Care to appease my wishes? I can already feel you throbbing on my thigh.”
You shift upon Sukuna’s lap, the man himself still deep in sleep. He remained with his eyelids fluttered closed as you slipped off the silk robe you were wearing and discarded your underwear, slowly shuffling up his abdomen until you were hovering over the stomach mouth.
“Don’t leave a starved man waiting,” the stomach growled beneath you, breath touching in between your legs and making your thighs squeeze against either side of his torso.
Hesitantly, you lowered yourself down until the thick tongue pressed flat against your heat, sinking into your slick and licking a long strip fron your hole to your clit. Your nails dig into your husbands skin immediately, lower lip tucked between your teeth to try and quieten your moans.
“Are- are you sure about this?” You ask tentatively, glancing up at Sukuna sleeping soundly.
“Mmm,” the mouth hums in pleasure. “Very sure.”
You writhed and moaned atop him, head tipping back in ecstasy, any remaining sensibility leaving your brain the second the long, thick tongue delved into your hole and ate you out as if you were its last meal and it was the sweetest thing it had ever tasted.
You’d finished twice already when Sukuna grumbled on the bed, hands twitching and eyes flickering, threatening to open and expose you of your current act. The speed at which you pull off his stomach makes the bed shake violently, throwing the discarded robe over your naked body as quickly as possible.
It’s your erratic movements that causes your husband to fully wake, slipping from unconsciousness and blindly reaching for you. You settle down next to him casually. “I’m here, Ryo.”
“Hm,” he grumbles sleepily. “Did you rest?”
You nod. “Mhm.”
“Good.”
There’s a beat of silence as you both settle down to sleep again.
synopsis : what better way to distract the public from the secret that the waynes are actually the family of bats than serving them with enough thirst traps material. and what better way to provide that material than throwing a lavish gala :) in attendance : bruce wayne, jason todd & dick grayson <3
cw : paparazzi. paparazzi being creepy as fuck. ethiopia mentioned. reader drinks a lot in a whimsy way. dickkory is canon. catbat is canon. drunken makeout. lots of crying. lots of angst.
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jason leaned over from the driver's seat of your escalade and kissed your temple, “you ready?”
you nodded. the wayne galas were always over the top extravagant but you'd always fit in better than jason had. you'd attended a fair amount of events like this growing up. it just made you a better actress, really. you'd sooner punch superman in his stupidly attractive face, and get your fist broken from the impact, than share views with any of the pretentious twats in there.
“you look beautiful, baby.” jason crookedly grinned, looking like every gorgeous scenery ever himself, “like, really really pulchritudinous,” he pressed a kiss against your bare shoulder, the tinted windscreen concealed you both from the invasive paparazzi outside. you made a mental note to have him repeat the compliment later so that you could google its meaning, “makes me wanna kidnap you away from all of this.” his voice came muffled against your skin, “you're–” he exhaled, overwhelmed with his adoration for you, “–killing me, sweetheart.”
“aww,” you huffed a laugh, slipping your hand into his and squeezing three times, “i’ll kiss you better, hm? you best believe my kisses got resurrection powers.”
jason pulled away to look at you, rolling his eyes at that goofy smile on your face, “oh, absolutely, the lazarus pit’s got nothin' on you,” he dryly drawled, encouraging your delusions as always. your confidence was fucking sexy to him.
bruce’s appointed valet for the night knocked onto jason’s side of the vehicle’s window and jason grabbed the key off, stepping out of the car. cameras flashed immediately, blinding him.
you couldn't blame the paparazzi, really. jason showed up in front of the public eye maybe twice a year like this. thrice if he was feeling generous towards dick; who had to endure most of public scrutiny throughout every year. you, too, would go mad if you had to survive long durations without a glimpse of the magnificent sculpture of a man jason todd was.
jason dropped the keys onto the valet’s gloved hand and rounded the escalade to open your side of the door for you. he didn't do that usually, you preferred opening your own door. the whole drama of it was just so 1950s. and you'd sooner die laughing and wheezing into each others arms over how cringe it was than turn it into some tradition that just happened.
but jason always made sure to open your door for you at events like this. because the moment you were visible, the cameras flashes just tripled, trying to capture underskirt shots of you. if no pop-culture site want it, every porn site would bid. they never succeeded. jason’s giant built shielded you from the vile fucking men behind him.
you helplessly grinned, taking jason’s hand. men must not be lonely enough if manners were getting you all giddy like this.
you stood up to your full height, heels higher than usual that you were almost just as tall as jason now. your blood-red satin dress, really short on purpose because you felt like being a brat and tormenting your best friend, clung to your figure splendidly.
earlier that evening, jason had smugly leaned against your bedroom door, waiting for you to emerge from your walk in closet. the idiot fell over and smacked his cheek onto the cold tiled floor after taking just one look at you. he’d opened his eyes, hissing at the sting of the smack, and found himself at your feet, literally. and thought to himself, this was where he should be, at your feet.
now, he stood by your side, his focus entirely on you despite the flashes. he wasn't even blinking. he leaned in, his cheek brushing yours, and murmured, “alright, sweetheart?”
“yes.” you nodded as he pulled away to read your expression too. once he was certain that you weren't bluffing, he got you both away from the car, shutting the door, so that the valet could take it for parking, “are you alright?” you asked him back.
“there's about nine guests in there that i would personally like to kill. torture them beforehand, preferably. ” he whispered softly, his mouth against your ear, “love that.” he gave you a bitter smile and you shook your head at him, “but you're here, that's all i need. i’ll be okay, doll. thanks for being here.” he reassured you.
he looked up at the overexcited paparazzi, blue eyes glaring green under the lights and immediately every flash disappeared in a way that'd make chappell roan proud.
jason shrugged off his long leather coat, draping it over your shoulders so you could walk your way up from the red carpet to the manor’s ballroom comfortably. he fixed his too big coat on you as you oogled him, but in your defense he was wearing a skintight mock neck half sleeved shirt in black with formal slacks. and the fabric strained against his biceps in a way that could have you barking in psychologically concerning ways.
it didn't go unnoticed by you how despite his body dysmorphia, jason gave his coat away to you without you even asking. when not in the privacy of either of your apartments, he always preferred covering up in multiple layers or wearing oversized stuff. it made him feel safe.
“thank you, jaylove,” you beamed up at the unbelievable man, and linked your arms together, “you're the best.”
“it's cus’ you've got terrible taste in people, sweetheart.” he huffed, as the two of you walked down the red carpet.
“that's not true,” you would've glared at him, but you grinned big for the paparazzi instead, “my taste has significantly improved because of you. the standards are sooo up, i know i’m gonna die single and alone. do you think mr. wayne will be ever so kind to save me a grave plot with the rest of you people? my ancestors were all arseholes, i don't wanna be buried with them. it'd be like being in a hole with a bunch of holes.” you distastefully said.
you stopped outside the ballroom, in the hallway, and jason took his coat back, putting it back on, knowing all too well you loved showing off your stupidly foxy body when not constantly objectified. you totally had a thing for intimidating men with your sleeperbuild.
“you're not gonna die alone,” jason lightly promised, “and i’ll get a bigger coffin this time, 'kay?” he flashed you a smile, as if talking about death didn't hurt you both, “and when you die, a lot later after i do, you can come rest in my arms, hm? i’ll put it in my will.”
you sniffled and slapped his arm, “gosh, you're such a fucking jerk. don't make me cry, i’m wearing about a thousand dollars worth of makeup right now, jaylove.”
jason’s face fell as his hands closed around your elbows, gently pulling you into his chest, “wasn't trying to make you cry, doll. just wanted you to know that you'll never have to worry about being alone.”
“i love you,” you firmly stated and looked up at him.
it wasn't the first time you'd said it to him. you declared platonic love all the time to all your friends. like it'd kill you if they weren't informed of how very loved they were. but with jason though, you didn't say it often.
the first time you'd said it, years ago, he'd fallen quiet and had a mental breakdown. he'd gone MIA for four days, and you worried yourself to the point you contacted tim and had him track jason down.
tim had gotten you jason’s burner’s digits and you sent several voice mails because you would start crying, from the fear of losing him forever, and fail to get your actual words through. jason showed up to your doorstep, at 3 in the morning, with bloodshot eyes and a dislocated shoulder because he'd crashed his bike trying to get back to you.
he had gone so long without hearing those words, that hearing them from you undid him to the point he'd assumed reality was fucking with him again. that he had somehow gotten trapped in the wrong dimension. people didn't just love him. they had loved him. but then he died. and a stranger showed up who no one knew what to do with.
jason had ended up in ethiopia digging up old police records just to make sure he wasn't in some other world. a world where everything was perfect. because what the actual fuck and how could anyone love him. he wasn't even supposed to exist anymore.
you hadn't hesitated to wrap your arms around him and invite him in. that was the first time he'd truly opened up to you about the confusing feelings that suffocated him, his every waking hour. you two talked till sunrise and jason fell asleep on your couch with his head on your lap.
that was before you and jason ever even kissed.
so, you didn't tell jason todd ‘i love you’ just when your heart felt like pouring out like water. just because you were so full of love, it had to go somewhere. you restrained yourself there. you only ever said the words to him when you needed for him to feel the full gravity of the words. when you knew he needed to hear them, too. needed to hear how deeply you felt for him in that very moment.
you loved jason todd when he remembered your coffee order. you loved him in the early hours of morning and late at night. you loved him when he found a reason to smile. you loved him when he made you smile. you loved him when he went grocery shopping with you. you loved him when he told you all about the book he’d just finished. you loved him when he unleashed his political rage. you loved him when he held you in his arms;you loved him when he let himself be held in yours. you loved him when he held your hand in a crowd. you loved him when he kissed ice cream off your lips. you loved him when he taught you new self defense techniques. you loved him when he'd listened to you talk his ears off stressing about your university assignments, without interruption and with unwavering attention. and you loved him anyway even when he bled on your kitchen floor. all those went unspoken.
but you loved him painfully more when he promised you, you would never be alone because he was there. and you needed him to know that. that it meant so much more.
jason’s lips brushed your forehead, “i love you.” he quietly repeated.
“richard!” you smiled big to spot dick in the crowd, no pun intended, and grabbed jason’s wrist , tugging him along with you, dodging the crowd. you were already three glasses of wine deep. respectfully, that only made you more whimsical.
you released jason and gave his older brother a crushing hug, “where. is. your. wife?”
“my wi-” dick’s eyes widened, “oh, kory.” he hugged you back and nodded at jason, “she doesn't like attending these. the gotham elites are a different breed of misogynistic, i’ll tell you that.”
you dropped back on your heels, leaning your back into jason’s chest. his hands immediately came up to slip low around your middle. you shook your head, grabbing a wine glass off a passing by wait-person, completely heartbroken, “she's not here?! fucking fuck. what does that mean?! does that mean i just dressed up this fucking hot for nothing?!”
“what?!” jason stammered in disbelief.
“excuse me?!” dick huffed, finding this whole situation amusing at best. his girlfriend was drop dead gorgeous, a fucking knock out, and he knew it. hence, he dedicated his all into mastering the dating-skills of a lesbian. because whatever men were doing out there, they were doing it all wrong.
“what,” you shrugged, unbothered, “nightwing and starfire were my bi awakening-,” you giggled conspicuously.
“oh, jesus christ-” jason looked all around in distress. that was his brother and sister in law-
“ignore him.” dick gave you a charming smile, trying to hold in his laugh, “i’ll pass the message along to kory. happy to be of service,” he snorted to see jason’s comically pained face, “oh god! roy’s gonna love this. he's been nagging me for ages yapping about you two being a solid thing. are you actually jealous, little wing?”
“don't be ridiculous.” jason grumpily started, “we're not solid anything.”
“cause you're a puddle?” you unhelpfully offered. and jason’s face visibly softened at the sweet way you said it, he could very well be considered a puddle.
“cause we're just friends.” jason reminded you.
“noooo, we are?” you mock-gasped, scandalized, “no, we're the fuck not, goodsir, i assure you. not when i’m eight months pregnant with your offspring.” you put a hand on your very-not-pregnant stomach, and looked up at dick to inform fake-shyly, “we're expecting a unicorn.”
dick fell over laughing, hysterically. he clutched his stomach, wheezing.
“you're drinking an awful lot for someone expecting,” jason murmured in your ear, his lips quirked up, as he plucked the wineglass out of your hand, “c’mon, we gotta find you something else to kill time with other than just drinking. come dance with me, ma.”
you rolled your eyes at him fondly and nodded, taking his hand.
jason handed the wineglass to his brother, “watch her drink, old-timer.”
dick huffed, and fixed his hair self-consciously at getting called old but took the glass, flashing you a reassuring grin, “i shall protect your elixir with my life, fair maiden,” he took a bow, and awkwardly chuckled, “i just always wanted to say that.”
jason totally judged him.
you patted dick’s shoulder and accepted your drink back, cheeks flushed from having danced with jason. your feet hurt from the heels. you two had been barely graceful together. it was difficult performing elegantly, when your best friend brought out your inner-dork constantly.
you looked over to where you'd left jason on the dance floor and your jaw clenched to see some woman approach him and stand too close in his personal space. jason took a step back and caught your eyes over her head.
you immediately left dick’s side to go and get your man.
just as you neared them, you heard her saying, “you're, like, so handsome.”
“thanks,” jason grumbled, like someone just told him his entire homework was wrong for the third time in a row. looking like he needed you to call him pretty and bleach his memory of this entire interaction.
“hi” you slipped in between her and jason, placing a hand on his chest, “hello, i’m afraid this one's mine.” you sweetly smiled at the woman, and blood rushed to jason’s cheeks, staining them a soft pink.
the woman blinked at you, caught off guard and embarrassed. you blinked back. none of you saying anything anymore. it was getting painfully awkward.
“did you know bruce wayne is stag tonight,” you whispered over to the woman like a conspiracy theorist. sounding too much like roy, when he passed gossip about you and jason over to wally on video call.
jason coughed.
“nooooooooo.” the woman gasped, as if bruce not having a date to his own gala was the biggest horror the year’s brought.
“right?! unbelievable.” you shook your head, “why’re you so his type though-!!”
the woman huffed, “well, i better go and find brucie.” she started walking away, “this is unacceptable.”
“you're a fucking rapscallion.” jason barked a laugh, turning you around to face him, “did you really have to throw B under the bus like that?”
you downed your wine in one go, hiding your smile, “oh, please, i haven't costed him anything. last i saw him, he was already surrounded by several people too good for his constipated arse.” you sighed heavily, “and anyway, done him a favor, i have. i bet you a blow job selina’s got her eyes around the manor. i’ve just given her another reason to come and spank his head straight.”
jason cringed, “do not talk about my father figure gettin’ spanked.”
you and jason somehow ended up in one of the manor’s private sitting rooms. you'd finally ditched your stupid heels and he'd gotten rid of his coat. both comfortable now that only in each other's presence.
currently, jason was trapped under you on a settee as you straddled his lap. he grabbed for handfuls of your ass under the skirt of your attire, while leaving hot open mouthed kisses on the tops of your breasts that he could reach over the low neckline of your dress. your hands clutched the hem of his shirt, as you watched him greedily suck and bite along your skin.
you giggled, nipples pebbled from all the fondling. your skin buzzed and head felt dizzy. being with jason was always so exhilarating. you clutched the back of his head, grabbing his thick hair, and brought his face up to press your lips against his.
jason moaned into your mouth, skin overheated, head feverish, and you swallowed the sound. his semi-hard erection pressed against you and you grinded down onto him, pleased by the way he groaned.
you broke away from the kiss, “do you ever think about quitting what you do? all the vigilante-crime-lord sprinkle sparkle?” you asked, eyes unfocused.
jason’s hands came up to brush your hair back carefully, and cradle your face, “what else would i do then, hm?” he always sounded so soft with you.
you grinned brightly and giggled silly hiding your face into his neck, “you could be my sugarbaby.”
“your sugarbaby?” he skeptically repeated to make sure that's what you actually said and he hadn't been hallucinating this entire ridiculous situation.
“yes!” you exclaimed, “i could be your controversially old sugar mommy.”
jason grinned. fuck, you were adorable. he planted a large hand on top of your head to smooth your hair down, “doll, you're barely any older than me.”
you pulled back, flabbergasted and offended, and pressed a finger against his grinning lips, “shhhhhhhhhhhhh,” he only grinned wider under your finger, “if i say i’m a MILF, i’m a MILF.” you scolded him, “'kay?” you crossed your arms over your chest and bossily waited his response.
jason released a breath, “alright.” he nodded, holding his hands up in surrender, “yes, ma’am.”
“good boy.” you satisfiedly flashed him a huge smile and jason’s heart and cock both simultaneously jumped up. you climbed off his lap and dramatically fell over the settee on your back, lightly kicking his shoulder with your foot, “now c’mere and fuck me.” you made a whole show of rolling onto your stomach and pushing your ass up. your seamless underwear peeked through, soaked and clinging to your delicious cunt, “dick me down, love. i better be crawling out of here by the time we're done.”
jason chuckled, steadying his hands on your hips and pulling you back into a seating position. you deliriously tried to look back at him. he wrapped his arms around you into a grounding hug, and your head slumped onto his chest. hips pressing along the side of his thigh, “you're really drunk right now, sweetheart.”
“you don't want me?” you frowned, lips turning down.
“not when you're intoxicated.” he honestly answered, kissing the top of your head.
“oh,” you took in his words in your drunken haze, focusing on the fact that he didn't want to have sex right now and nodded, “may i stay in your arms then, please?” you softly asked, “feels good here.”
“oh, baby.” he lifted you onto his lap, sideways, and secured you close. your entire body weight sagged down, head drooping on his shoulder, “okay?”
your arms came up to wrap loosely around his shoulders, face burying against his neck. his fingers splayed on your back to support you. in that moment, jason todd’s whole world started and ended right there.
“i think you're my soulmate.” he blurted out, completely sober.
silence followed that jason almost assumed you hadn't heard him, but then your voice muffled against his skin, “funny how that works. you died before we ever even crossed paths.” you laughed, because otherwise you would break down crying, “i would have gone a whole lifetime without learning the shape of you. imagine that. who even am i without my adoration for you?”
“wine makes you a sad little poet, huh?” he sniffed. a lump formed in his throat, eyes glassing over. your blunt sincerity would kill him again one day.
you looked up at him, frowning hard to concentrate, “i’d like for you to know that i being a sad sap hasn't anything to do with wine and everything to do with my big fucking heart. it's annoying in here, todd.” you fell back against him, grumbling dramatically.
silence fell over again.
“i love you.” you said, voice breaking, “i love you.” you repeated louder, “but i hurt, i hurt so much, jay.”
jason blanched, all his muscles freezing up as he looked down at you with devastating concern. had he been mistreating you? had he taken advantage of your friendship? had he been demanding more of you than you were okay with giving? did you finally realize how exhausting he could be and had been too nice to say it? did you finally get sick of him? might just be the time to shoot himself in the head.
“why–” he tried to speak, “–why do you hurt, sweetheart?” jason held his breath.
“because i don't like how you endanger yourself. like, all the time. ” you exclaimed, angry tears spilling now as you rambled, “i just want you surrounded by gentle things always and i know that's never gonna happen. so i try to be the gentle thing. but i just—i feel helpless, jaylove. i know it's selfish. of course, you're angry. i’d be too if i had gone through what you have. god knows you're underreacting by far. still, i just can't help but want the selfish thing.”
you sucked in a breath when jason crushed you into his arms, his face falling down onto your bare shoulder. hot tears trailed down your skin, and the sound that left his throat was haunting. his heart was pounding rapidly, jason tried breathing through his mouth but it was like he was being strangled, “‘m sorry—’m sorry—i’m so fucking sorry.”
you clutched him tighter, balancing on your knees to hold him better, “none of this is your fault. shhh, my love,” you pressed your lips together to hold in your own sob, swaying slightly, “you're right. we're soulmates. my soul just doesn't feel okay when yours is sad.”
jason’s frame shook against yours. you kissed along the side of his scarred face, as though trying to mend all the fracture parts of him against all odds. both of you knew you never could. no one ever could. you could just continue being gentle to him.
IM SO SORRY FOR THIS POTENTIALLY OOC AND CHEESY SHIT. IF YA'LL HAVE ANY COMPLAINTS TAKE IT TO OLIVIA RODRIGO. I'VE CRIED ACTUAL TEARS OVER THIS ONE NEW SONG OF HERS. AND THAT'S WHAT INSPIRED THIS FUCKERY. (im so obsessed with how they're actually really great friends first though!!!) I'M GONNA STUDY FOR MY FINALS NOW (MAYBE) TOODLES.
smut | jason puts you to sleep | masterlist | 3k event!
it’s been a whole hour of this relentlessness.
laughter melting into a panting mess, then a symphony moans like a sinful blessing to contribute to.
jason had been rutting into you, feeding every glorious inch inside and ensuring his spend was secured there as it belonged. all the while, you’ve been maneuvered from your side to stomach and your back, over and over again. gasping and grasping at him when he shushes you with a kiss. you’d came for the nth time, clenching around him and dragging him over with you. feeling the warmth erupt and fill deep, while he’s got the happiest look on his face, laughing softly and moaning at the same time.
jason looks like he’s on top of the world, and that keeps you pliant despite how exhausted you were feeling. sliding right back inside like he’s been molded in place. he drags his hips back and watches you shudder and eyes flutter.
“you look so precious princess.” he coos, “full of me, fuck. you’ve never looked more mine.”
all you can do is murmur his name, as he pushes right back home and the words die in your mouth. exhaustion tugging beautifully on your aching muscles while you melt further into the mattress.
“god, just look at you,” he leans down to your quivering lips, “kiss me, hmm?”
you obliged, tilting your head back enough for him to lean even closer and press his lips to yours.
it’s like you’d started to float over your own body, his strong arms coming to wrap around your waist while he plunges deep and slow. eyes rolling to the back of your skull while he’s panting into your mouth. you part to take a breathless gasp and he continues trailing his lips down the side of your face, “it’s too much jay.”
chanting the same word, “i know baby but you can give me another, yeah?” like a feral and impossibly insatiable giant, he delivers another sharp thrust.
you gasp loudly but it comes out more like a strangled moan, head turning to the side. as his movements pick up again, your eyes shut in bliss, mouth parted slightly just to let out a sharp gasp in tandem with his thrusts. something possesses him to let his tongue lol right out and drag up the side of your face, groaning lowly until he stills to kiss your temple. his hands at your waist rub circles on the plush skin. when your eyes meet, just barely, you can see him biting his lip down at you, a small smile on his lips.
“you okay?” he ask with impossible softness.
returning the smile, you lazily blink and pull him even closer, “yes.”
he nods quickly, making sudden movements to pull out when you tightly grip on him, “no, wait stay.”
searching your eyes, he waits to make any other movements. a gentle hand coming up to brush over your brow in a delicate, loving manner. “you sure? you seem exhausted.”
you just smile up at him, a soft layer of sweat on both of you still, “this is the good kind of exhaustion, don’t you dare stop.”
the smile on his face creeps up on him and he leans down further to capture your lips with his. locking tight as he laughs into your mouth and moves his hips in circles to have your breath hitch against his, taking the sound and swallowing it down.
“good,” he murmurs against your lips as his devastating thrusts remain deep and slow. “don’t want to stop.”
you gasp softly into his mouth as he continues, rolling his hips against yours. kissing your cervix at every push.
wet, warm, and loved is all you could feel right now. your head sinks back into the pillow as he follows after you, pressing his face into the cross of your neck and continuing his relentless movements. he buries his nose into your hair and whispers about how beautiful you are.
it builds all over again and the tightening climax becomes too much to hold back. jason knows it too. he can feel it in how you’re clenching around him, turning him into a sputtering mess. thrusts turning sloppily and uneven as he makes a small whimpering sound by your ear when he’s close.
reaching down to push you over that peak by rubbing calculated circles. mouth parting as he gasps with you, pulling back just enough to watch your face contort and a cry slip past your lips. you cling to his arms and let the mattress swallow you whole, the pleasure and fatigue mixed beautifully. leaning his weight over you again to groan gorgeously by your ear, the high crashes over you and tenses around him. nails trailing to his back and digging in over previous scratches, earning around delicious hiss from his lips. he follows closely behind, small whimpers escaping him as he fills you deep for the nth time. shallow thrusts pushing his spend back and forth when he presses sloppy kisses up the side of your neck.
“hah shit—baby,” he pants, continuing to shift his hips into slower just to prolong the feeling.
moving up to suck in gentle, tender movements. you let out a soft exhale and melt into the warmth of him while he finally stills and pulls out with an obscene, slick sound. both of you softly groan at the change in sensation, before humming at the peppering kisses he trails over your jaw.
“you did so good baby,” jason says between kisses, “you’re always so perfect for me ma.”
all you can do is hum and tilt your head for him, a smile tugging at your lips. he pulls back watching you, laughing at the look on your face before pressing his perfect lips to yours. tongue lolling inside of yours just to swipe against yours and coax another soft gasp.
“you look wrecked,” he admits proudly, shit eating grin on his face.
“s’your fault,” murmuring vaguely at him with a hoarse voice from how loud you’d been. no bite behind your words really.
“and i proudly take credit for that.”
he presses his face to yours, rubbing his cheek against yours like a fond cat. humming at the feeling of his skin pressed to yours again, your heavy eyelids win and bask in that familiar sensation of comfort. hands running up through your hair, he places a gentle kiss by your ear before rubbing his nose into the crook of your neck.
“should we get batburger—”
by the time he’s pulled away to look at you, you’re already asleep. snoring softly with the cutest little smile on exhausted face, an oxymoron in the sweetest and filthiest way.
“guess you really were tired ma,” jason chuckles softly before settling on your side and pulling you into his chest.
leaning back on the pillow while you shuffle sleepily into his arms and he tightens his hold. though you couldn’t hear him and were drooling on his bare chest as he watched in adoration, jason speaks lowly by your ear, “sleep tight baby.”
synopsis : what better way to distract the public from the secret that the waynes are actually the family of bats than serving them with enough thirst traps material. and what better way to provide that material than throwing a lavish gala :) in attendance : bruce wayne, jason todd & dick grayson <3
cw : paparazzi. paparazzi being creepy as fuck. ethiopia mentioned. reader drinks a lot in a whimsy way. dickkory is canon. catbat is canon. drunken makeout. lots of crying. lots of angst.
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jason leaned over from the driver's seat of your escalade and kissed your temple, “you ready?”
you nodded. the wayne galas were always over the top extravagant but you'd always fit in better than jason had. you'd attended a fair amount of events like this growing up. it just made you a better actress, really. you'd sooner punch superman in his stupidly attractive face, and get your fist broken from the impact, than share views with any of the pretentious twats in there.
“you look beautiful, baby.” jason crookedly grinned, looking like every gorgeous scenery ever himself, “like, really really pulchritudinous,” he pressed a kiss against your bare shoulder, the tinted windscreen concealed you both from the invasive paparazzi outside. you made a mental note to have him repeat the compliment later so that you could google its meaning, “makes me wanna kidnap you away from all of this.” his voice came muffled against your skin, “you're–” he exhaled, overwhelmed with his adoration for you, “–killing me, sweetheart.”
“aww,” you huffed a laugh, slipping your hand into his and squeezing three times, “i’ll kiss you better, hm? you best believe my kisses got resurrection powers.”
jason pulled away to look at you, rolling his eyes at that goofy smile on your face, “oh, absolutely, the lazarus pit’s got nothin' on you,” he dryly drawled, encouraging your delusions as always. your confidence was fucking sexy to him.
bruce’s appointed valet for the night knocked onto jason’s side of the vehicle’s window and jason grabbed the key off, stepping out of the car. cameras flashed immediately, blinding him.
you couldn't blame the paparazzi, really. jason showed up in front of the public eye maybe twice a year like this. thrice if he was feeling generous towards dick; who had to endure most of public scrutiny throughout every year. you, too, would go mad if you had to survive long durations without a glimpse of the magnificent sculpture of a man jason todd was.
jason dropped the keys onto the valet’s gloved hand and rounded the escalade to open your side of the door for you. he didn't do that usually, you preferred opening your own door. the whole drama of it was just so 1950s. and you'd sooner die laughing and wheezing into each others arms over how cringe it was than turn it into some tradition that just happened.
but jason always made sure to open your door for you at events like this. because the moment you were visible, the cameras flashes just tripled, trying to capture underskirt shots of you. if no pop-culture site want it, every porn site would bid. they never succeeded. jason’s giant built shielded you from the vile fucking men behind him.
you helplessly grinned, taking jason’s hand. men must not be lonely enough if manners were getting you all giddy like this.
you stood up to your full height, heels higher than usual that you were almost just as tall as jason now. your blood-red satin dress, really short on purpose because you felt like being a brat and tormenting your best friend, clung to your figure splendidly.
earlier that evening, jason had smugly leaned against your bedroom door, waiting for you to emerge from your walk in closet. the idiot fell over and smacked his cheek onto the cold tiled floor after taking just one look at you. he’d opened his eyes, hissing at the sting of the smack, and found himself at your feet, literally. and thought to himself, this was where he should be, at your feet.
now, he stood by your side, his focus entirely on you despite the flashes. he wasn't even blinking. he leaned in, his cheek brushing yours, and murmured, “alright, sweetheart?”
“yes.” you nodded as he pulled away to read your expression too. once he was certain that you weren't bluffing, he got you both away from the car, shutting the door, so that the valet could take it for parking, “are you alright?” you asked him back.
“there's about nine guests in there that i would personally like to kill. torture them beforehand, preferably. ” he whispered softly, his mouth against your ear, “love that.” he gave you a bitter smile and you shook your head at him, “but you're here, that's all i need. i’ll be okay, doll. thanks for being here.” he reassured you.
he looked up at the overexcited paparazzi, blue eyes glaring green under the lights and immediately every flash disappeared in a way that'd make chappell roan proud.
jason shrugged off his long leather coat, draping it over your shoulders so you could walk your way up from the red carpet to the manor’s ballroom comfortably. he fixed his too big coat on you as you oogled him, but in your defense he was wearing a skintight mock neck half sleeved shirt in black with formal slacks. and the fabric strained against his biceps in a way that could have you barking in psychologically concerning ways.
it didn't go unnoticed by you how despite his body dysmorphia, jason gave his coat away to you without you even asking. when not in the privacy of either of your apartments, he always preferred covering up in multiple layers or wearing oversized stuff. it made him feel safe.
“thank you, jaylove,” you beamed up at the unbelievable man, and linked your arms together, “you're the best.”
“it's cus’ you've got terrible taste in people, sweetheart.” he huffed, as the two of you walked down the red carpet.
“that's not true,” you would've glared at him, but you grinned big for the paparazzi instead, “my taste has significantly improved because of you. the standards are sooo up, i know i’m gonna die single and alone. do you think mr. wayne will be ever so kind to save me a grave plot with the rest of you people? my ancestors were all arseholes, i don't wanna be buried with them. it'd be like being in a hole with a bunch of holes.” you distastefully said.
you stopped outside the ballroom, in the hallway, and jason took his coat back, putting it back on, knowing all too well you loved showing off your stupidly foxy body when not constantly objectified. you totally had a thing for intimidating men with your sleeperbuild.
“you're not gonna die alone,” jason lightly promised, “and i’ll get a bigger coffin this time, 'kay?” he flashed you a smile, as if talking about death didn't hurt you both, “and when you die, a lot later after i do, you can come rest in my arms, hm? i’ll put it in my will.”
you sniffled and slapped his arm, “gosh, you're such a fucking jerk. don't make me cry, i’m wearing about a thousand dollars worth of makeup right now, jaylove.”
jason’s face fell as his hands closed around your elbows, gently pulling you into his chest, “wasn't trying to make you cry, doll. just wanted you to know that you'll never have to worry about being alone.”
“i love you,” you firmly stated and looked up at him.
it wasn't the first time you'd said it to him. you declared platonic love all the time to all your friends. like it'd kill you if they weren't informed of how very loved they were. but with jason though, you didn't say it often.
the first time you'd said it, years ago, he'd fallen quiet and had a mental breakdown. he'd gone MIA for four days, and you worried yourself to the point you contacted tim and had him track jason down.
tim had gotten you jason’s burner’s digits and you sent several voice mails because you would start crying, from the fear of losing him forever, and fail to get your actual words through. jason showed up to your doorstep, at 3 in the morning, with bloodshot eyes and a dislocated shoulder because he'd crashed his bike trying to get back to you.
he had gone so long without hearing those words, that hearing them from you undid him to the point he'd assumed reality was fucking with him again. that he had somehow gotten trapped in the wrong dimension. people didn't just love him. they had loved him. but then he died. and a stranger showed up who no one knew what to do with.
jason had ended up in ethiopia digging up old police records just to make sure he wasn't in some other world. a world where everything was perfect. because what the actual fuck and how could anyone love him. he wasn't even supposed to exist anymore.
you hadn't hesitated to wrap your arms around him and invite him in. that was the first time he'd truly opened up to you about the confusing feelings that suffocated him, his every waking hour. you two talked till sunrise and jason fell asleep on your couch with his head on your lap.
that was before you and jason ever even kissed.
so, you didn't tell jason todd ‘i love you’ just when your heart felt like pouring out like water. just because you were so full of love, it had to go somewhere. you restrained yourself there. you only ever said the words to him when you needed for him to feel the full gravity of the words. when you knew he needed to hear them, too. needed to hear how deeply you felt for him in that very moment.
you loved jason todd when he remembered your coffee order. you loved him in the early hours of morning and late at night. you loved him when he found a reason to smile. you loved him when he made you smile. you loved him when he went grocery shopping with you. you loved him when he told you all about the book he’d just finished. you loved him when he unleashed his political rage. you loved him when he held you in his arms;you loved him when he let himself be held in yours. you loved him when he held your hand in a crowd. you loved him when he kissed ice cream off your lips. you loved him when he taught you new self defense techniques. you loved him when he'd listened to you talk his ears off stressing about your university assignments, without interruption and with unwavering attention. and you loved him anyway even when he bled on your kitchen floor. all those went unspoken.
but you loved him painfully more when he promised you, you would never be alone because he was there. and you needed him to know that. that it meant so much more.
jason’s lips brushed your forehead, “i love you.” he quietly repeated.
“richard!” you smiled big to spot dick in the crowd, no pun intended, and grabbed jason’s wrist , tugging him along with you, dodging the crowd. you were already three glasses of wine deep. respectfully, that only made you more whimsical.
you released jason and gave his older brother a crushing hug, “where. is. your. wife?”
“my wi-” dick’s eyes widened, “oh, kory.” he hugged you back and nodded at jason, “she doesn't like attending these. the gotham elites are a different breed of misogynistic, i’ll tell you that.”
you dropped back on your heels, leaning your back into jason’s chest. his hands immediately came up to slip low around your middle. you shook your head, grabbing a wine glass off a passing by wait-person, completely heartbroken, “she's not here?! fucking fuck. what does that mean?! does that mean i just dressed up this fucking hot for nothing?!”
“what?!” jason stammered in disbelief.
“excuse me?!” dick huffed, finding this whole situation amusing at best. his girlfriend was drop dead gorgeous, a fucking knock out, and he knew it. hence, he dedicated his all into mastering the dating-skills of a lesbian. because whatever men were doing out there, they were doing it all wrong.
“what,” you shrugged, unbothered, “nightwing and starfire were my bi awakening-,” you giggled conspicuously.
“oh, jesus christ-” jason looked all around in distress. that was his brother and sister in law-
“ignore him.” dick gave you a charming smile, trying to hold in his laugh, “i’ll pass the message along to kory. happy to be of service,” he snorted to see jason’s comically pained face, “oh god! roy’s gonna love this. he's been nagging me for ages yapping about you two being a solid thing. are you actually jealous, little wing?”
“don't be ridiculous.” jason grumpily started, “we're not solid anything.”
“cause you're a puddle?” you unhelpfully offered. and jason’s face visibly softened at the sweet way you said it, he could very well be considered a puddle.
“cause we're just friends.” jason reminded you.
“noooo, we are?” you mock-gasped, scandalized, “no, we're the fuck not, goodsir, i assure you. not when i’m eight months pregnant with your offspring.” you put a hand on your very-not-pregnant stomach, and looked up at dick to inform fake-shyly, “we're expecting a unicorn.”
dick fell over laughing, hysterically. he clutched his stomach, wheezing.
“you're drinking an awful lot for someone expecting,” jason murmured in your ear, his lips quirked up, as he plucked the wineglass out of your hand, “c’mon, we gotta find you something else to kill time with other than just drinking. come dance with me, ma.”
you rolled your eyes at him fondly and nodded, taking his hand.
jason handed the wineglass to his brother, “watch her drink, old-timer.”
dick huffed, and fixed his hair self-consciously at getting called old but took the glass, flashing you a reassuring grin, “i shall protect your elixir with my life, fair maiden,” he took a bow, and awkwardly chuckled, “i just always wanted to say that.”
jason totally judged him.
you patted dick’s shoulder and accepted your drink back, cheeks flushed from having danced with jason. your feet hurt from the heels. you two had been barely graceful together. it was difficult performing elegantly, when your best friend brought out your inner-dork constantly.
you looked over to where you'd left jason on the dance floor and your jaw clenched to see some woman approach him and stand too close in his personal space. jason took a step back and caught your eyes over her head.
you immediately left dick’s side to go and get your man.
just as you neared them, you heard her saying, “you're, like, so handsome.”
“thanks,” jason grumbled, like someone just told him his entire homework was wrong for the third time in a row. looking like he needed you to call him pretty and bleach his memory of this entire interaction.
“hi” you slipped in between her and jason, placing a hand on his chest, “hello, i’m afraid this one's mine.” you sweetly smiled at the woman, and blood rushed to jason’s cheeks, staining them a soft pink.
the woman blinked at you, caught off guard and embarrassed. you blinked back. none of you saying anything anymore. it was getting painfully awkward.
“did you know bruce wayne is stag tonight,” you whispered over to the woman like a conspiracy theorist. sounding too much like roy, when he passed gossip about you and jason over to wally on video call.
jason coughed.
“nooooooooo.” the woman gasped, as if bruce not having a date to his own gala was the biggest horror the year’s brought.
“right?! unbelievable.” you shook your head, “why’re you so his type though-!!”
the woman huffed, “well, i better go and find brucie.” she started walking away, “this is unacceptable.”
“you're a fucking rapscallion.” jason barked a laugh, turning you around to face him, “did you really have to throw B under the bus like that?”
you downed your wine in one go, hiding your smile, “oh, please, i haven't costed him anything. last i saw him, he was already surrounded by several people too good for his constipated arse.” you sighed heavily, “and anyway, done him a favor, i have. i bet you a blow job selina’s got her eyes around the manor. i’ve just given her another reason to come and spank his head straight.”
jason cringed, “do not talk about my father figure gettin’ spanked.”
you and jason somehow ended up in one of the manor’s private sitting rooms. you'd finally ditched your stupid heels and he'd gotten rid of his coat. both comfortable now that only in each other's presence.
currently, jason was trapped under you on a settee as you straddled his lap. he grabbed for handfuls of your ass under the skirt of your attire, while leaving hot open mouthed kisses on the tops of your breasts that he could reach over the low neckline of your dress. your hands clutched the hem of his shirt, as you watched him greedily suck and bite along your skin.
you giggled, nipples pebbled from all the fondling. your skin buzzed and head felt dizzy. being with jason was always so exhilarating. you clutched the back of his head, grabbing his thick hair, and brought his face up to press your lips against his.
jason moaned into your mouth, skin overheated, head feverish, and you swallowed the sound. his semi-hard erection pressed against you and you grinded down onto him, pleased by the way he groaned.
you broke away from the kiss, “do you ever think about quitting what you do? all the vigilante-crime-lord sprinkle sparkle?” you asked, eyes unfocused.
jason’s hands came up to brush your hair back carefully, and cradle your face, “what else would i do then, hm?” he always sounded so soft with you.
you grinned brightly and giggled silly hiding your face into his neck, “you could be my sugarbaby.”
“your sugarbaby?” he skeptically repeated to make sure that's what you actually said and he hadn't been hallucinating this entire ridiculous situation.
“yes!” you exclaimed, “i could be your controversially old sugar mommy.”
jason grinned. fuck, you were adorable. he planted a large hand on top of your head to smooth your hair down, “doll, you're barely any older than me.”
you pulled back, flabbergasted and offended, and pressed a finger against his grinning lips, “shhhhhhhhhhhhh,” he only grinned wider under your finger, “if i say i’m a MILF, i’m a MILF.” you scolded him, “'kay?” you crossed your arms over your chest and bossily waited his response.
jason released a breath, “alright.” he nodded, holding his hands up in surrender, “yes, ma’am.”
“good boy.” you satisfiedly flashed him a huge smile and jason’s heart and cock both simultaneously jumped up. you climbed off his lap and dramatically fell over the settee on your back, lightly kicking his shoulder with your foot, “now c’mere and fuck me.” you made a whole show of rolling onto your stomach and pushing your ass up. your seamless underwear peeked through, soaked and clinging to your delicious cunt, “dick me down, love. i better be crawling out of here by the time we're done.”
jason chuckled, steadying his hands on your hips and pulling you back into a seating position. you deliriously tried to look back at him. he wrapped his arms around you into a grounding hug, and your head slumped onto his chest. hips pressing along the side of his thigh, “you're really drunk right now, sweetheart.”
“you don't want me?” you frowned, lips turning down.
“not when you're intoxicated.” he honestly answered, kissing the top of your head.
“oh,” you took in his words in your drunken haze, focusing on the fact that he didn't want to have sex right now and nodded, “may i stay in your arms then, please?” you softly asked, “feels good here.”
“oh, baby.” he lifted you onto his lap, sideways, and secured you close. your entire body weight sagged down, head drooping on his shoulder, “okay?”
your arms came up to wrap loosely around his shoulders, face burying against his neck. his fingers splayed on your back to support you. in that moment, jason todd’s whole world started and ended right there.
“i think you're my soulmate.” he blurted out, completely sober.
silence followed that jason almost assumed you hadn't heard him, but then your voice muffled against his skin, “funny how that works. you died before we ever even crossed paths.” you laughed, because otherwise you would break down crying, “i would have gone a whole lifetime without learning the shape of you. imagine that. who even am i without my adoration for you?”
“wine makes you a sad little poet, huh?” he sniffed. a lump formed in his throat, eyes glassing over. your blunt sincerity would kill him again one day.
you looked up at him, frowning hard to concentrate, “i’d like for you to know that i being a sad sap hasn't anything to do with wine and everything to do with my big fucking heart. it's annoying in here, todd.” you fell back against him, grumbling dramatically.
silence fell over again.
“i love you.” you said, voice breaking, “i love you.” you repeated louder, “but i hurt, i hurt so much, jay.”
jason blanched, all his muscles freezing up as he looked down at you with devastating concern. had he been mistreating you? had he taken advantage of your friendship? had he been demanding more of you than you were okay with giving? did you finally realize how exhausting he could be and had been too nice to say it? did you finally get sick of him? might just be the time to shoot himself in the head.
“why–” he tried to speak, “–why do you hurt, sweetheart?” jason held his breath.
“because i don't like how you endanger yourself. like, all the time. ” you exclaimed, angry tears spilling now as you rambled, “i just want you surrounded by gentle things always and i know that's never gonna happen. so i try to be the gentle thing. but i just—i feel helpless, jaylove. i know it's selfish. of course, you're angry. i’d be too if i had gone through what you have. god knows you're underreacting by far. still, i just can't help but want the selfish thing.”
you sucked in a breath when jason crushed you into his arms, his face falling down onto your bare shoulder. hot tears trailed down your skin, and the sound that left his throat was haunting. his heart was pounding rapidly, jason tried breathing through his mouth but it was like he was being strangled, “‘m sorry—’m sorry—i’m so fucking sorry.”
you clutched him tighter, balancing on your knees to hold him better, “none of this is your fault. shhh, my love,” you pressed your lips together to hold in your own sob, swaying slightly, “you're right. we're soulmates. my soul just doesn't feel okay when yours is sad.”
jason’s frame shook against yours. you kissed along the side of his scarred face, as though trying to mend all the fracture parts of him against all odds. both of you knew you never could. no one ever could. you could just continue being gentle to him.
IM SO SORRY FOR THIS POTENTIALLY OOC AND CHEESY SHIT. IF YA'LL HAVE ANY COMPLAINTS TAKE IT TO OLIVIA RODRIGO. I'VE CRIED ACTUAL TEARS OVER THIS ONE NEW SONG OF HERS. AND THAT'S WHAT INSPIRED THIS FUCKERY. (im so obsessed with how they're actually really great friends first though!!!) I'M GONNA STUDY FOR MY FINALS NOW (MAYBE) TOODLES.
Needy Superman is what everyone needs I’ve been practicing my writing now I gotta lock in fr
I was finally free for the weekend. My job at the Daily Mail was kicking my ass harder than usual, the reports to the paperwork, even with the investigations that always led to me being saved by Superman, aka my coworker Clark Kent, which finding that out was a long story on its own. I got to my apartment door on the fifth floor of my apartment complex kicking off my shoes and instantly throwing my bra off somewhere in my house I went to my bedroom stripping my clothes off then walked to my bathroom getting the water ready for me as I turn on my Bluetooth speaker and play some Sza off my phone as I got in the shower it felt like such a relief for the night after a long day.
After a long while had passed, I finally stepped out, drying my body and grabbing my phone and speaker from the bedroom, turning on my TV and turning off my speaker to put on the news. I put my PJ pants on and my shirt as I listen to the news anchor talking about the most recent Superman save. This is breaking news tonight: Superman saved 300 Individuals from a strange pheromone in the city. This pheromone wasn’t deadly, but it did cause people to start fucking in the streets. Witnesses say they never saw anything like that and that it felt like a perverted fantasy.” I laughed to myself after hearing that as I went to my kitchen and started making my dinner for tonight, as I poured my glass of wine and was just enjoying my stress-free time until I felt a touch on my lower back. And scream a bit, knocking my wine down,n “Clark, look what you did, you scared me,” as his head went to my neck, just kissing softly.
I just rolled my eyes at him, pushing him off a bit and then looking at him, seeing the difference in his body language, and his face was flushed “Jesus, did you get hit with that thing they were talking about in the news?” As I stepped close, touching his face, he looked like he had dilated pupils and big as he put his hand on top of mine, kissing it as he got on his knees like nothing. “Baby, please, I need you.” I smiled, softly touching his face, teasing him a bit: “Clark, I have to make dinner; you can wait, can’t you?” I smiled as his hands were on my hips, looking up at me, and I just looked down at him, and he was looking at me like he was starving. “I was just kidding, Clark,” as I kissed him and he kissed me back deeper as I wrapped my arms around his neck and he lifted me with ease, carrying me to the bedroom after my pet was occupying the couch. I continued to kiss his face softly as he lay me down softly as he sat on the bed as I straddled his lap. I felt his excitement instantly as I was on his lap and teased him, “Wow, I can feel how needy you are,” as he kissed me softly, my hands on his chest, feeling the muscles around him, as I let them slide to his nipples, pressing my thumbs on them as I rubbed, he let out a whiny whimper. “Baby, stop teasing.” He was extra sensitive due to the pheromones as he kissed me deeply. I just let out a soft laugh, making him more frustrated as he started kissing me on my neck softly, his hands gripping my waist as he moved his hips to make me feel his bulge. As he continued to do so, I touched his hair and continued to kiss him, not letting him stop. As he was just a whimpering mess by the end of it, he looked at me with his face flushed as he started to beg, “Baby, I need you, please. I can't handle it anymore. I want to feel you so bad”.
short | fluff | smut | “wiping my drink after him”
synopsis: you try a trend on jason by wiping your bottle after he takes a sip. clearly he doesn’t appreciate it.
a/n: was supposed to be fluff but i’m freaked out sorry
it’s nearly 10pm when jason comes home from patrol. he had planned to get here earlier and switched his shift with dick all because you told him you finished work.
without even asking if you wanted him to do so, he just did it.
“baby?” he calls out as he shuts the front door.
you’re sitting on your bed, practically buzzing as you’d just been scrolling on tiktok and saw a trend you just had to try on him.
“i’m in here jay,” you reply from your bed, fingers idle on the screen as you quickly place it on the nightstand.
enough to capture the both of you.
heavy footsteps approach the room and he opens the door with sweat wicking his brow. he gives a low hum as he takes in the sight of you engulfed in just one of his shirts, a habit you’d taken when you missed him and wanted him home. curled up in your comforter with just your torso peaking out, jason plops right on top of you. no care in his sweat on your skin now or his weight resting on you entirely. you giggle as you run your fingers through his hair.
“don’t you think you should, i don’t know, shower before you come into bed?” no real annoyance behind your words.
he nuzzles even closer to you, shakes his head in the crook of your neck. almost like he’s motorboating your neck.
“nah, i’ll wash the sheets in the morning. they’ll need it after i’m done with you.”
the heat reaches your face and a fluttery feeling sits low in your stomach. he always knew how to throw the words back at you. but alas, the show must go on. you stroke his hair back once more, cupping his face with both hands to kiss his sweet face. jason melts into it immediately, but he shrugs like he were shy from this attention. when you pull away, a piece of him was disappointed.
“you hungry?” you ask him. “i was gonna make something to eat.”
he shakes his head, “don’t worry about it. i came home to take care of you. i’ll cook.”
you raise a brow as you reach for your water bottle, ready to play in his face. “take care of me? i’m a grown adult babe.”
he watches as you lift the bottle to your lips, his eyes trained hard on how they part and press against it. taking in how your throat swallows down the water and he gulps in anticipation as though he was drinking it too. his lips part as he leans in to kiss you again. though this time, you bring the bottle between you and put it to his lips.
“you look dehydrated,” you say like it’s the easiest thing in the world. tilting your head slightly and watching the gears turn in his head. “have you been using the bottle i bought you?”
he sighs and nods, “yeah, but i like using yours better.”
sitting up enough to take the bottle and take a long sip. probably draining your ice cold water from how thirsty he was and didn’t even realize. he makes a sound of approval and hands it back to you when you do the unspeakable.
you take the bottle from him, lift your opposing hand and wipe it with your sleeve. jason is absolutely dumbstruck. his lips part in confusion as his brows furrow. he looks to you, then the bottle and then back to you again. he scoffs softly and then points at the bottle.
“the fuck was that?”
he’s blinking hard at you and waiting for a response. you just take a long sip and furrow your brows back.
“what do you mean jay? i’m drinking water?” feigning confusion.
“you just wiped me off of it i’m some freeloader, with germs and shit.”
you can’t control your laughter and shake your head at him. “i’m just wiping your spit off of it jason. it’s not a big deal.”
he knows you have never cared about germs with him before. besides, you live in gotham, and it’s hardly the cleanliest place to be living.
then he’s stammering, pointing between you and the bottle again. “but babe you just kissed me! how is that any different! wait, does my breath smell?” before he leans back and puts his hand in front of his mouth and breathes out to sniff his breath. “i didn’t smoke or anything and i brushed my teeth i swear.”
this only makes you laugh harder, pushing this chest and grasping tightly at he bottle in your hands. jason only seems to get even more confused. he sits up completely and watches you giggle to yourself, finding this entire thing amusing. jason however, does not.
with a loud scoff, he takes the water bottle from your hands and tongues at the mouth piece. he fully lets his tongue fall out of his mouth, licks it all around before pulling back and handing it to you. you grimace a little at the wet sheen on it.
“ew jay, what the hell.” holding the bottle like something toxic.
“take a sip.” he says with the most stern expression you’d ever seen on him.
oh, he was pissed.
you decide to play along longer and shake your head in defiance at him.
he blinks at you, “i’d let you spit in my mouth and you’re sitting here telling me you won’t drink from the same bottle as me?”
“no, not until i wash your slobber off of it.”
that’s when he huffs out like a kid throwing a tantrum and grabs the bottle from your hand, mumbling under his breath. you watch him with genuine confusion while he is the one to take another sip before grabbing your chin and pulling you closer.
he squeezes your cheeks until your lips part and spits the water directly into your mouth. you make a sound of surprise the sudden intrusion makes your eyes widen but you were definitely not opposed. you swallow it down immediately. he keeps his hold on your cheeks as he squints and a small smile begins to take form on his face.
“you’re liking this,” he states rather than asks.
the contagious smile takes home on your face as you stare back at him and nod. “it’s a prank.”
“ha,” he says flatly, “now can you lay back down please?”
sighing as you lay down for him, he immediately follows after you. weight resting directly over you like a weighted blanket that wouldn’t budge if you tried. when you squirm a little, he wraps his arms over yours so you’re bracketed between him and the mattress. then he really does give you some sloppy, wet kisses that leave a trail in its wake.
he’s mumbling lowly as he starts to tug on your shirt, pulling the fabric up and huffing like he’s still annoyed. kisses getting a little rougher as he starts to bite the flesh beneath it and knead it with his teeth. you can’t help but tilt back for him.
“slobber, huh? i’ll show you slobber.” murmuring against your skin enough to tickle. he pulls his head up to look at you while you’re still giggling, “okay jokes over. was gonna do all the work but—”
jason lifts you from beneath him and places you firm onto his lap. hand tight in your hip as you straddle him and he settles his back on the pillows. he clears his throat and something behind his light eyes darken enough to tell you you were really in for it now. the thick bulge beneath you was unmistakable. you open your mouth in a gasp and say his name.
“there’s no way that turned you on.” making the horrible mistake of letting a giggle out again.
he breathes out of his nose and pinches your side to make you jolt. groaning like he’s not the cause of you shifting around and tightening his hold on you so you’d stop moving.
“i spat in your mouth. of course i’m hard.” he sighs as his fingers slide across the waistband of your underwear and tug them just to let them snap. you jolt again but he doesn’t stop you from moving or say anything about the desperate sound you make at the friction.
instead, jason smiles a little harder, “go ahead then.”
guiding your hips back and forth until your breath caught in your throat and you grip his shoulders for dear life. you breathe out his name again but it’s barely a whisper.
he tsks and bucks up into you, dragging his hard length against your clothed core. hips with a mind of its own as you chase your own release, dragging your hands down his chest and pushing him further into the mattress. you’re already a mess, panting heavily and moving desperately.
dangerously close and he’s just grinning like he’s won.
one of his hands come up to the nape of your neck and pulls you down towards him, whispering lowly in your ear.
“there you go ma, take what’s yours.”
movements getting sloppy and uneven while he’s keeping you folded against him. one strong palm kept your faces close and the other moved you in accordance what he knew got you there. he knew you were a goner before you even let go, gasping and stilling just for him to continue moving against you. even when you make a whimpering sound he continues and holds you hard against him.
you’re trying to catch your breath when he finally stops and kisses the side of your face sloppily again. his hands rubbing up and down your back like he’s soothing you. it feels like you’re purring against him as you come back to yourself. but this time, he’s the one laughing while he whispers in your ear like a coo.
he knows it's petty. yet, that does nothing to abate the furrow of his brows and the pout on his lips.
your mii is refusing to date his mii. the stubby big-headed character he poured way too much effort into making it look like you using the face paint and tinkering with the facial placement— though it is but a pittance compared to the real deal. not to mention the fact that he had to make you based off memory since he had been too shy to confess that he made both of you as miis on his island and wanted a reference.
the only two residents on his island, in fact.
and he's still getting rejected.
if he was lucky you'd let him talk to you whilst sitting together on the fountain. only for his mii to vaguely ask to hang out and make things awkward.
he had even made place holder miis, before unceremoniously removing them, until he got the island expansions! the restaurant. photo booth. pawn shop. hell, even the ferris wheel! yet, no juice could be made from the fruit of his labor.
your mii had been adamant in constantly rejecting his advances, even having the gall to fall in love with one of the placeholder miis.
and after every rejection, his own mii kept falling back in love after a trip to europe to subside his despair. after the first few times the love bubble inevitably popped up, jason had told his mii-self that it was too soon to ask your mii out only for that equally big-headed bunch of pixels refuse his advice and ask you out anyway. rinse and repeat.
perhaps it was a cruel joke on him for even trying. was it because your mii wasn't accurate enough? jason swears to himself that he'll keep a small photo of you in his wallet from this day forth.
perhaps it was poetic. that, no matter what happens to him, he'll always come to love you.
synopsis : the horny demons in roy harper's walls + pillow talk.
cw: honestly, if you've made it this far into the series, you already know i'm freaky as fuck. so expect freaky shit. i'm so serious about jason's autonomy, like i'm not here to play around. i'm so soft for that man. also, expect a sweet friendship between roy and reader, completely platonic. reader is the ultimate sweetheart. i wanna be friends with her jsjsjsjs.
previous
“oooh, fuuuuck—sweetheart—slow down—”
roy harper groaned, throwing a hand over his face irritably to hear the two of you at it again just on the other side of the wall. the wall overhead rattled. it was far too early in the morning. the curtains over the windows kept his bedroom dark, no sunlight peaking through. he absentmindedly grabbed for his phone. the screen lit up to let him know it was only 5:21 a.m.
he’d barely gotten 2 hours of sleep. he mentally jinxed for the both of you to have the worst orgasms ever. the picture frame on his bedside table trembled, and he caught it before it could drop and shatter.
he put it back again, facing down this time. you'd given it to him as a sobriety anniversary gift. it was a picture of you, him and jason. it wasn't even his actual sobriety anniversary date. he didn't have one. he had relapsed far too many times in the beginning to remember a date anymore.
you'd asked him, curiously, about his addiction a couple years ago. you had a thing for learning all about your friends. and you'd gotten outrageously offended on his behalf to learn that his ‘resilience’ wasn't celebrated. you'd grabbed roy’s hand, tears in your eyes, and told him how happy you were that he was doing better now and that he was alive. you were so proud. he should be celebrated. he was so brilliant for being so brave.
so you gave him a random date. the first year, it had been super indoor. just dinner at your place and you'd baked the most delicious chocolate cake ever. he later learned that jason had gone grocery shopping with you and even helped with the baking process. honestly, roy's first reaction to that had been unfiltered horror at the possibility of you two having had sex beside his cake batter.
but, no, none of that had occurred. jason had just sat there on a stool by the counter, eyes following the most inspiring person he'd ever known. you were a joy to be around. music playing on the bluetooth speaker, as you worked around the kitchen, occasionally asking jason to pass you ingredients. once the cake was in the oven, you'd somehow managed to get your best friend on his feet to dance with you. you were horrible at it. but it was okay. he was, too. you two danced together badly. suddenly, he had no regrets about missing out on prom anymore. he had the best thing right there, with the best woman ever. you were clumsy as fuck, but that was also why you were so charming.
while hanging out in the condo's balcony post celebration, sharing a smoke, you'd insisted that taking at least one photographic evidence of the evening should be mandatory. jason had almost immediately taken his phone out, clicking onto the camera app, and switching to selfie mode, never the one to tell you 'no'. roy looked at the camera, and right before jason pressed the click icon, you'd jumped to climb up roy's back. a startled laugh left his throat and the image of it got captured forevermore.
“taking my cock so well–” jason panted, “fuck—fuuuck–oh–god–you like that, baby?—yeah? feels good?—you're okay, i’ve got you. come f’me, ma.” the wall rattled so hard, roy’s headboard shook, “so pretty. my pretty girl. that's right, honey, use me-” jason sounded barely coherent, pussydrunk, feverish, at the verge of exploding, as his slurred words traveled past the wall.
roy half sat up, turned around, and pounded a fist onto the wall, “hey, uncivilized animals, turn it down!!”
suddenly everything went quiet for a moment, someone being manhandled into the mattress could be heard, he could never tell anymore, and then a loud strangled noise, like a dying dog, came through.
roy called your name, raising his voice, “are you okay?”
“yeah,” you answered from the otherside, laughing, practically wheezing, “i’m alive. the motherfucker bit my arse.”
“owwww, the fuck, i didn't bite you this hard,” jason was talking now, sounding distressed, “c’mon, baby, cannibalism is wrong.” he exasperatedly insisted.
“she bite your ass, too?” roy wondered out loud, sitting up crossed legged now.
jason wasn't talking anymore, instead he could be heard panting and groaning your name amongst other words of endearment and praises. helpless moans drifted through the wall, you squealed. something like the legs of jason’s bed scraping against the hardwood floor could be heard.
it sounded less erotic and more like someone being violently murdered. no wonder the last neighbors moved away. or that they'd called the cops once. even batman had showed up, after listening in on the gcpd network, thinking his son had been attacked.
“seriously, guys-” roy pounded his fist onto the wall again, and then rolled his eyes, realizing it never really changed anything anyway. he opened his nightstand drawer, fishing out the noise canceling headphones, “you know what, i don't care, i hope she flays your dick off, todd–”
you looked down at jason’s face. he was so lovely under the early morning light. the soft glow of golden rays turning his skin the shade of porcelain. his chest rose and fell against your steadying palm, his racing heart coming down.
you leaned down to press soft kisses against his throat. he threw his head back involuntarily, eyes closed, toes curling up, exposing his skin to your canines further. his hand came up to grab a hold of your hair lightly. your intrusive thoughts kept urging you to take a bite of him, but you didn't. he looked so content like this, so spent, you didn't want to ruin that peace as you handled him with aching care.
you pulled away. jason todd was so ethereal, it made you want to cry. you touched his bicep, covered in your bite marks from earlier.
he'd been fucking you on your hands and knees, pounding into you so hard, practically all your undiagnosed mental health issues exorcised out of your soul momentarily. you were so dumb from his cock. all you could think of was his hands skimming all over your body, the mind altering noises that left his throat, and how you couldn't wait for him to fill you up with his cum. fuck, you had even started fucking back into him shamelessly, slamming your ass into his hips, again and again, eyes crossed, as jason drilled his fat cock in and out of your dripping cunt.
but then roy had interrupted the moment and your cheeks warmed with hot embarrassment. your movements awkwardly stuttered, jason’s cock slipping out of you, and you went to get up.
jason’s large hands had grabbed your hips, not letting you move, and one of them smacked your cunt to take your mind off the entire situation. you moaned, falling into the mattress, as he spanked your sensitive clit again.
you felt jason’s teeth sink into the thick of your ass. a giggle left your throat at the sheer silliness of the circumstances. fuck, you needed to pounce this man so bad, and suddenly you were sitting up, grabbing for jason and making him settle against the headboard. you climbed his lap, and the rest was history.
afterwards, jason had cleaned you up, knowing that you hated the sticky feeling post-everything. he’d grabbed his water bottle off the nightstand and glared at you until you gave in and drank a good portion of it. he spoiled you with the sweetest of kisses and then collapsed beside you to recalibrate.
“i haven't overextended you, have i?” you asked, worriedly.
jason snapped his eyes open, alert, blue eyes, distorted with green still, pinning you, as he leaned up on his elbows, “no, no, ‘m alright, sweetheart.” he lifted a hand to hold your face, and you nuzzled into his palm immediately.
“you are not lying?” you inquired, eyes tracking every microscopic-detail about his body language suspiciously.
he shook his head, kissing you briefly, “not capable of that when it comes to you, doll.” he fell back against the mattress, taking you with him this time, securing your head on his chest, “fuck you, honestly.” he grumbled, annoyed that lying to you was where his morals drew a line.
“you just did,” you grinned smugly, pressing an affectionate kiss on his sternum, “but seriously, was it okay? my brain sort of shut off when you started fucking up into me and i don't know if i—” your hand trailed up to gently trace along his throat, “perhaps i choked you too hard—doesn't it hurt? are you in any pain? is it uncomfortable when you speak?” you rambled, eyes wild with concern.
he caught your wrist and brought your hand down to his mouth, pressing kisses to each of your fingertips, “you worry too much, doll.” kiss “ i’m okay, really.” kiss “it doesn't hurt.” kiss “ i’m not in any pain.” kiss “ and i could definitely scream at the earliest måneskin concert.” kiss “baby, the sex was fantastic, ‘kay?” you looked up and caught his eyes, earnestly taking in his words, “i like you a little mean.”
“you're the only one, i swear.” i rolled your eyes fondly, worrying your bottom lip between your teeth before letting go, “i just want you to know that you can talk to me. i don't care that we've been fucking casually for years. if you ever end up growing out of any of my kinks, tell me, yes?”
“hey,” jason whispered, half sitting up against the headboard. he adjusted you in his arms until you were laying sideways against his chest, never breaking eye contact, “you know i tell you everything. i’d never keep something like that from you, doll. talking is supposed to be our thing, right? that was your one condition when we started this whole thing. i’m actually terrified of breaking your trust—accidentally—and fucking this up.” his lips quirked up, “i like what we have. honestly, i keep discovering new kinks because of you. so, thanks for that, you irreplaceable filthy freak.”
you smiled sort of shyly, cocooned by his reassurance, and snuggled further into him. he was so warm. big arms tightly wrapped around your body.
jason yawned softly, “m’sorry, i’m just really tired. think you broke me, ma. do you mind if we just take a nap? wanna hold you, please.”
you shook your head, pulling away from him. seeing jason’s lips turn down very nearly broke your heart, “oh, no, oh, jaylove, no, it's not—i was just–” you laid back down, head on his pillow, and opened your arms, “c’mere before i start self-loathing.”
jason was quick to slump down on top of you, albeit very cautiously so that he wouldn't accidentally crush you. his arms enveloped around you, head heavy on your naked chest. jason irritably grumbled, not being able to relax with the worry of accidentally hurting you with his body mass. he adjusted your positions until you were face to face with him, or his face to your tits rather.
it felt so intimate. more intimate than sex even. warmth filled your cheeks and painted them with color. your legs wrapped around his middle as jason buried his face back into your chest once more.
one of his arms drifted up your bare back to hold you even closer. his other hand got lost in your hair, soothing you with touch. you wrapped both your arms around his shoulders, and pressed your face into his hair. he smelled of the shampoo you used, he'd switched brands after you told him the men’s hair product he had been using smelled too fucking strong and borderline vile.
“alright?” jason checked in, his voice soft, “you're comfortable?”
“yes,” you held him closer, pressing kisses to the top of his head, “rest, love, i’ve got you.”
jason snuffled you, nuzzling possessively against your skin until eventually he went out completely.
i had the misfortune of encountering the jason x talia stuff from the comics and this is how i coped with the trauma. in this fic's universe reader's jason’s first everything. they're both in their mid twenties in the current timeline!!
i imagine them meeting right after jason came back to gotham at 19. i don't imagine them being insta friends. i'm still unsure on how they met but i'm working on it!! the thing is reader was not kind to jason in the beginning. but arguing is what lands them this friendship. because though she was mean to him (angry white man with weapons on the outside, i'd hate him, too) she was not baseless or apathetic and jason found it difficult to hate her. he was mostly pissed at her assumptions and wanted her to know him. she was such a sunshine to everyone else, this man needed the stamp of her validation.
they shared their first kiss when jason was 22. and then it was a slow progression of them exploring intimacy together. reader is obviously way more experienced than him. but he's definitely the first person ever with whom she feels completely safe being this vulnerable with.
you peered into the room. the only light present was the light on his computer screen, which was illuminating his face
he didn’t bother to turn around, only gesturing to the pc with his controller
“gaming….” he muttered
you hummed and stood beside him
“can I try?”
the moment you said that it was like the whole earth paused. his flow state of gaming was immediately interrupted. he didn’t know either to be baffled or excited
“you—wanna try?”
“uhuh!”
“like…you wanna try to game? with my controller?”
you raised a brow, “whats so wrong with me trying something different with you?”
he shrugged and muttered something under his breath, quickly you yanked his hair
“what was that??”
“youre just….not as good…”
you huffed, and hopped into his lap, already feeling challenged.
“ok…so what do I do…? im ready!”
he sneered “you dont even know the controls and you claim to be ‘ready’”
you huffed “fine! i’ll just learn by myself…”
instead of grabbing the controller you pulled the keyboard closer to you. though he did offer his controller instead saying it would be ‘easier’ for you but you swatted him off. controllers were for lame bitches anyways
the sounds of shooting filled the silence. the screen illuminating your face just as it did his.
“hes behind you—“
“I know! stop distracting me…”
he scoffed and leaned back into his chair…fiddling with your waist instead. but his focus didnt last long when he heard the familiar sound of ‘victory’
“AHA! in your FACE! told you I wouldn’t be bad!”
he poked your cheek “sorry angel, but my teammates probably carried. the amount of kill you got won’t even get me to another level.”
“you mean that level?”
he averted his gaze toward the ongoing level…41…42..43..44..and all the way to 45.
you could see the exact moment his surprise got ahold of him
“do a rematch right now—“
you swatted him off once again with a smirk “nah, I don’t think im good enough.”
a/n : a little appreciation gift for my fav shigiii writer @strxbrrysugar love you!!
One of u freaks requested hardcore so I have to deliver (or at least what hardcore means to me…tbh I’m not much into the like super heavy stuff. hopefully this is good enough 🫶)
This is very much ‘shigaraki with someone he DOESNT care about’…keep that in mind
Forcing myself to finish this even tho I need to get up early
Tags: gn!reader, hard dom!tomura, hero!reader, unspecified reader quirk- just says its smth that does better with distance attacks, forbidden relationships, physical violence, degradation, humiliation, face fucking, rough/violent sex, and yet fully consensual 🫶
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“How many times are we gonna do this, creep?”
Shigaraki sneers at your cheeky question, panting as he glares up at you- perched atop the roof of a building while he’s stuck on the sidewalk below.
You’re the only fucking hero who consistently gets the drop on him. The only one who gets away every time. The only one who keeps coming back. He keeps you at bay, obviously, since he hasn’t been caught by you…But he isn’t really winning either. That’s what pisses him off the most.
Red eyes bore into you through the fingers of his mask, filled with contempt and the ever present desire to destroy that which he hates. His hands twitch at his sides, just itching to sink his fingers into your skin and feel it disintegrates under his touch. Shigaraki lets out a harsh breath at the thought, practically trembling with rage now.
“Get down here.” He demands darkly, obviously seething at the fact he can’t scale and follow you up the building with the same skill and speed as you.
You grin, of course, amused by your little dynamic. It’s fun to you, the way these fights challenge you, the mystery behind him, purposefully changing your patrol routes just on the off chance you’ll run into him. You’re extremely aware of just how dangerous he is- one little touch and you’d be dust in a second…so it’s a good thing you never need to get in that close.
As per usual, you decide not to dwell on the real reason you seek him out. The thrill of your fights, yes, but more so…the conversation along the way. The way you get to observe him, and he observes you in return. You’ve learned many things about the infamous Tomura Shigaraki this way, and it only intrigues you more. He’s smart. Immature at times, but analytical and strategic. Arrogant. Extremely strong willed. Ambitious. Hateful, above all else.
A tiny, almost imperceptible part of you almost finds some of those traits…attractive. Or, they would be if you could find them in another man. And besides, it’s not like you really know Shigaraki personally…And the obvious reason, of course, is that engaging with a villain in any way besides trying to detain them is strictly against every legal and moral code you know. Even if that villain is devastatingly interesting.
But still, you oblige him and swoop down from your perch to the continue the fight. He moves with a sort of violent grace, agile and confident and so completely desperate just to touch. You, on the other hand, keep a steady and careful distance, both an advantage and a disadvantage since getting in closer could mean either his capture or your death.
And yet, like the grace of god or a curse from the devil, somewhere in the middle of the fight…Shigaraki’s mask is knocked off.
It surprises you both, but he recovers much faster.
You don’t.
You freeze- stumble, even if just for a second…and you’re caught.
Breathing hard with exertion and the thrill of finally catching you, Shigaraki slams you hard into a wall and pins you there, his hand outstretched with the intention to kill but hovering inches away from your body.
“Poor little hero…” He rasps, a sort of deranged smile spreading on his bare face. “Finally got you.”
You should really be worried about the hand inching towards you, or the rough brick biting into your back, or the murderous expression on his face…Actually, no, you ARE focused in his face- just not the part you should be worried about, because all this time…
Shigaraki has been HOT??
Like, seriously, this entire time, you’ve been fighting this? I mean, he could probably use some skincare and a good three weeks of sleep, but he’s not even close to being ugly. Nice sharp features, deep eyes, that cute beauty mark by his mouth…and he’s definitely around your age- still kinda cute with young age but definitely a man.
And he’s staring at you like you’re insane now.
Because you’re not writhing or crying or begging or screaming or fighting or anything else someone would do when faced with certain death.
You’re just staring at him, with those big eyes and your lips parted a little- not scared, but…a complete idiot.
“The hell?” Shigaraki asks, eyeing you suspiciously, as if he’s expecting this to be some rare tactic to get his guard down. He snaps his fingers in front of your face. “Are you, like…scared stupid, or something?”
You finally snap out of your shocked daze, your eyes widening as you fully comprehend the situation you’re in. Despite his confusion, Shigaraki acts fast, spinning you around and pinning your front to the wall now. He pins your hands behind your back roughly, hesitating to kill you just because you’re being so…weird.
“W-wait- waitwaitwait-!” You panic now, straining against his surprisingly strong grip.
But, damn, his face is etched in your mind. And now he’s actually touching you, pinning your wrists, kicking your feet a bit wider apart so you can’t squirm as easily, pressing up close behind you. God, this is…humiliating.
Shigaraki cocks his head a little at your sudden pleading, leaning in closer a little to see your face more clearly where the side of it is smushed against the wall. You look scared now, yeah, but you’re also…red? He narrows his eyes, analyzing every little bit of your face, and then with a devastating slowness…he grins.
“…Disgusting.” He spits, squeezing your wrists painfully hard and watching you wince. “You’re blushing? What, does this turn you on?”
Your jaw drops a little, still horrified but now also mortified. “What?- N-no- no!”
“Really?” He snickers, squeezing your wrists hard enough to make you cry out softly. “And now you’re lying about it.”
Scowling in frustration and embarrassment, you jerk back and actually succeed in getting a fee inches off the wall…before he puts a hand on the back of your head and slams you back down. Your ears ring with the impact, your vision blurring as your nose starts bleeding. You’ve been trained to get hit much harder and still get back up, but you have no doubt he’d still use his quirk if you fought too much.
Shigaraki grabs a fistful of your hair and pulls your head back, chuckling at the dazed look on your face. “Still enjoying this, freak?”
Your hands ball into fists under his harsh grip, glaring at him with blood dripping over your lips as you grit out, “I’m…not-.”
Cutting you off carelessly, Shigaraki uses his grip on your hair to turn you around, then lets go of your wrists to shove you down hard. You hit the ground with a gasp, your knees scraping and your scalp starting to ache from his grip. Before you can complain, he stomps a foot down between your thighs, a pained whine leaving your lips as the bottom of his shoe presses down on your crotch. You reach up with one hand to grab his wrist with one hand, and reach down to push at his leg with the other.
“Should’ve started fighting before I got you pinned down.” He mocks, grinding his foot painfully and watching your hips jerk. “Or were you too busy staring?”
He’s right, of course. This has never happened before- getting distracted by a pretty face- getting turned on by a fight. You glower up at him, and yet for once…no words come to mind. Shigaraki chuckles at your silence, looking down at you for a minute as if weighing his options before seemingly making up his mind.
“…You’re a lot of fun, hero…” He sneers, slowly forcing your head closer to his own crotch, your eyes widening as you try to pull away. “And since you’re so into this…How about I do you a favor?”
You grimace and hold back a whimper, growling up at him. “Don’t you dare-.”
You try to pull back only for him to give your hair a harsh yank and grind his semi-hard dick right up against your face.
“Just this once.” He interrupts, as if you weren’t saying anything at all- as if he’s granting you some grand mercy.
You try hard to pull away as he grinds against your face, but really, you can’t even deny the way heat is flooding between your thighs. It’s mortifying, the way your thighs spread a little more, your hands shifting from pulling to clinging, your glare softening to more of a plea as you stare up at him. Without even realizing it, you’re starting to stay still for him, your lips parting slightly on a soft gasp as he drags the rough material of his pants over your cheek.
“Yeah…” He drawls, a crazed smile on his face. “That’s what I thought.”
Shigaraki doesn’t let go of your hair, instead bringing his free hand down to smear your blood over your lips. You blush deeper, but some survival instinct makes you lash out, your teeth sinking into his thumb. He scoffs in amusement, pulling his hand away and pushing his foot even harder into your crotch.
“Wanna pretend you’re not a slut, huh?” He mocks, giving your head a rough little jostle by your hair.
You whine in pain, but you’re breathless from the pressure between your hips. Both your hands have moved to his leg by now, your fingers curling into the fabric of his pants as if to keep him there. Shigaraki rolls his eyes at your antics, wiping his thumb off on his shirt.
“You’re pathetic.” He states it as if it’s a fact, but he shoves his clothed dick in your face again. “C’mon, take it out, since you want it so bad.”
Your eyes shoot up to his even as you damn near nuzzle against him, your jaw dropping in shock. “I-I don’t-…I’m not doing that.”
He scoffs at your audacity to keep denying it and act all scandalized, as if you’re not millimeters off from humping his shoe. Instead of pressing harder, he takes his foot off entirely. You barely choke back a whine, your hands letting go of his leg. Shigaraki gives your hair another harsh tug, hard enough to make you wince and reach up to grab his wrist.
This time, he doesn’t command. He just stares at you. Cold. Hard. Threatening. You feel a shiver run down your spine at the promise in his eyes- ‘take what you want or die’. So, obviously, you let go of his wrist and start slowly reaching for the waistband of his pants. He watches with a satisfied glint in his eyes, pupils tracing the tremor in your fingers.
You swallow as you hesitantly touch his belt, although you’re not sure if it’s from nerves or excitement. Ever so slowly, you unbuckle his belt and tug it open. Then, even slower, you start unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans.
“Tch.” Shigaraki scoffs, jostling your head a little and grumbling lowly. “Hurry up, whore.”
Your breath catches at the demand, and you obey without thinking about it. Hands moving quicker now, you undo his pants and start tugging them down just enough. You hesitate again before reaching to actually pull his cock out, but you do it before he can get annoyed again.
Immediately, it becomes obvious that not only has Shigaraki been hot this whole time…he’s also been carrying around this big ass dick.
Your eyes are wide, lips parted in surprise, and your hands hovering. The hand in your hair tightens again, but you’re too focused to really feel it. Instead, you’re staring at his cock, watching the way he twitches and pulses, imagining the way it would feel in your throat, inside you-
“Are you getting to work or not?” He snaps finally, tugging your hair and jerking his hips so his tip bumps against your lips. “You keep fuckin’ staring at me, it’s weird…”
Your face flushes as you instinctively try to pull away, but he holds you steady. “I-I- mmph-!”
Shigaraki groans lightly as he forces his cock past your lips, holding you tight and pushing in further and further. “Ngh-…If you bite this…I’ll kill you.”
You whine a little around him, blinking rapidly as he pushes down your throat, trying your best to stay relaxed for him. He slides in deeper and deeper until your nose brushes against his pelvis, his cock throbbing heavily against your tongue.
“That feels good…” He grins meanly, his hips giving a little testing jerk just to make you gag. “Really good.”
Swallowing heavily around his cock, your fingers curl into the fabric of your pants. He looks way too good like this- sneering down at you, giving you a damn good view up the flat plane of his body. Your cheeks are so hot even as your heart hammers against your ribs in fear.
And yet there’s something to him right now- maybe it’s the way he’s just subtly biting his bottom lip while he grins, or maybe it’s the way he’s throbbing a suspicious amount in your throat. It almost feels like…like he’s not used to this. At all.
You would ask if his dick wasn’t down your throat. Something for another time, you suppose…
Shigaraki reaches down with both hands and tangles them in your hair, only having half a mind to be careful and avoid killing you before you’re done choking on his cock. He pulls out slowly, watching the blood from your nose and lips smear along his dick and make him leak precum on your tongue. Then, without a hint of care or concern, he slams back in and revels in the way you choke.
“H-hah- heheh-.” He damn near giggles as he starts thrusting into your mouth, fucking your throat hard and fast. “Fuckin’ slutty m-mouth- ngh!”
You gag and choke around him, your eyes tearing up quickly and drool already dripping from the corners of your mouth. He’s absolutely ruthless, his hands nearly ripping at your hair as he holds you in place, his thrusts pushing you head further and further back until you’re pressed against the brick wall again. Now trapped between his dick and the wall, you have no choice but to keep yourself relaxed and take it.
But he obviously isn’t satisfied just with that. Shigaraki steps one foot forward, chuckling darkly as he lightly kicks up between your thighs, feeling your little whimper vibrate around his cock. “Start g-grinding, bitch-.”
Your jaw would drop if it wasn’t already straining around his dick. He pauses with his harsh thrusts when you stop moving, cocking an eyebrow at your apparent shock.
“When are you gonna give up this act?” He growls, grinding into your mouth slowly and pressing his foot up between your thighs again. “It’s pissing me off.”
The friction makes you whine lightly around him. He’s right, and you can’t deny it anymore. You want this- you started this. Continuing to act like you’re above it all just because you’re a hero won’t change the heat in your pants…and it won’t change your chances of making it out alive. So, giving into his demands (and your own desire), you lower your hips and give a tentative grind on the top of his shoe.
Shigaraki grins immediately, chuckling lowly as he starts fucking your throat again. “That’s it, slut. Get yourself off j-just like this- ngh!”
Loud gags and slurps and whimpers echo in the alleyway as you finally leave your dignity behind. Your hands cling to his leg now as you grind and rut against his shoe, moaning and drooling messily around his throbbing cock. Rough hands yank and tug your hair, keeping you in place despite his mean thrusts, ensuring your throat will be as fucked up after this as possible.
“Hah!- Y-you really- ngh!- like this, d-don’t you, hero?” He mocks cruelly, snapping his hips forward almost erratically now. “Y’want m-my cum?- Mm!- Want it d-down your throat?”
You nod as much as you can, looking up at him with tearful, pleading eyes. Shigaraki feels a surge of excitement at the sight, his cock throbbing heavily on your tongue. He bites his bottom lip harshly and tightens his hold on your hair as you swallow around him and run your tongue up the vein on the underside of his dick. Not even he can deny how intoxicating this is- the taboo of it, even if that’s more on your side- the blood and drool and tears running down your pretty face.
“Th-then take it all-.” He demands, somehow pumping into your mouth even harder.
You cry from how it hurts, but your hips drag down hard on his shoe, only getting off on it even more. His eyes squeeze shut above you, his cock beginning to throb like crazy now as he reaches his peak. You watch through blurry vision, hugging at his leg and slurping lewdly around him to get him off.
He cums with a shaky groan, his hands nearly ripping at your hair and his hips ramming forward so hard the back of your head smacks against the wall. Your vision goes dark around the edges and your ears ring at the impact, not that he cares. Rope after rope of thick, hot cum pours down your throat while you’re too lightheaded to swallow it properly. You choke weakly on it, your eyes rolling back a little as it comes back up through the corners of your mouth and, painfully, up your nose.
“Oh, sh-shit-.” Shigaraki gasps, his eyes half-lidded with satisfaction as he takes in the sight of you.
He’s not worried. Not even close. He’s fucking turned on even more. You look like such a pathetic little disaster under him right now- nearly passed out and choking on his cum, his dick still twitching between your lips, your hips still rolling unconsciously against his shoe. It’s a sight good enough that he might not even kill you tonight, just for the chance of seeing it again.
Pulling out without a care for you, Shigaraki pants as he shamelessly lets his heavy cock rest on your face. He watches as you rasp and wheeze and cough and pant, your hand weakly clawing at his leg and wiping your mouth.
“Such a mess…” He drawls lazily, his voice low with satisfaction. “This is a good look for you, hero.”
Your face is such a humiliating shade of red, your head still spinning from hitting it and from how rough he just fucked your throat. You blink up at him, not even caring about the warm, wet weight of his dick leaking on your face. Somewhere in the back of your hazy mind, you wonder if he’ll kill you now…
But no.
Instead, he takes a deep breath before pulling his foot back from between your thighs. Before you can protest, he uses one hands grip on your hair to throw you down to the ground. You fall heavily, still heaving for breath as you try to push yourself up.
You don’t get a couple inches off the ground before he’s stomping his foot down on the side of your head, scraping your cheek against the grimy ground.
“Oh, we’re not done.” He sneers, grinding his foot harder just to make you wince. “It’s not every day I get this chance, y’know…”
You’re not even sure what ‘chance’ he’s talking about, but you’re too afraid and too exhausted to ask. Instead, you whimper weakly, practically able to feel the way his eyes rake over the arch of your back and the wetness between your thighs. Scoffing in cruel amusement, he stomps down hard again before pulling his foot away and circling behind you. “Stay still.”
The command sends a shiver up your spine, but you do as you’re told once again. There’s a soft thud and a shuffle behind you before you feel his fingers hooking inside your pants. Your whole body twitches, but you stay in place as he starts tugging your pants down over your hips, your eyes squeezing shut in embarrassment as your arousal is bared for him to see.
“Pathetic.” He nearly laughs, eyeing just how desperate you are for him while one hand travels down to pump his cock hard again. “Absolutely pathetic. I thought you heroes held yourselves so highly, always preaching about morals and all that bullshit…”
He pauses and you tense for a second, only to let out a strangled yelp as he shoves a finger inside you.
“But here you are, bent over like a hooker in some back alley for the countries number one enemy.” He continues, prodding around inside you just to find the spot that makes you squirm. “It’s disgusting. You’re disgusting.”
Your dignity and pride has been in shambles for a while, but it’s turned to absolute dust now. Biting your lip just to hold back sounds, you keep your eyes squeezed shut as your hips push back a little.
“Say it.”
You freeze, almost thinking you misheard him.
Shigaraki scowls behind you, shoving in a second finger and spreading them apart meanly, savoring the way you gasp and jerk under him.
“Say it.”
Panting and letting out little whimpers now, you press your hips back even more and open your mouth. Your throat burns as you speak, your voice weak and coarse from his brutal treatment, but you still get it out. “I-…’m…d-disgus-…ting-…”
A pleased little chuckle comes from behind you, and he yanks his fingers out. The whine that was leaving your throat gets interrupted by a broken yelp as he shoves his cock all the way inside with no warning, filling you up so deep you feel it in your stomach.
“Fuuuck- ah…” He groans, grinding himself inside you and clamping four fingers down on your waist. “Takin’ it l-like a pro- heh-…You sh-should change your p-profession, whore-.”
Your nails dig into the ground beneath you, desperate gasps leaving your lips as your hips jerk. It’s deep- and hard- and it hurts- and it’s so good. Unconsciously, your weak body starts trying to drag itself away. Again, you barely make it a couple inches before he’s grabbing your hair and smashing your face into the ground.
“Don’t you dare fucking run.” He threatens, pressing you down even harder and listening to you wince and cry.
This time, you nod desperately, tears dripping onto the pavement below as your whole head throbs. You squeeze around him, and he throbs as his hips jerk a little. He waits for a moment, as if making up his mind, before slowly letting go of your hair.
“Finally…” He grumbles, rolling his eyes to himself.
Shigaraki grabs your waist with both hands now, his eyes flashing with excitement as he looks down at where his cock disappears inside you. Then, again without any warning, he pulls almost all the way out and slams back in. He groans lowly, but it knocks a shaky moan from your lips. Grinning to himself, he does it again, nailing that spot he found earlier dead-on and watching you nearly break under him.
“Alright…” He rasps, a deranged smile spreading on his face again. “Let’s see how long it takes to destroy you…”
As it turns out, it doesn’t take long, because you were already halfway broken before he started fucking you.
Your whole body hurts by now- your face is muddled with dirt and blood and cum- your knees scraped and bruised- your hands scratched up from raking your nails down the floor- your throat is sore and raw from his dick- and of course his cock is destroying your insides.
Shigaraki is grunting and moaning behind you like this is his first time feeling anything but hate and pain, his hips pumping wildly into you with barely any rhythm at all. You’re yanked back and forth across the floor as he thrusts hard and pulls you back onto him, his tip reaching places nothing else has before.
But the way you react is nothing short of pornographic. You can’t stop cumming for him, your voice nearly gone from how much you’ve screamed your pleasure. It’s like he’s unlocked some new kink or fetish in you- one only he can satisfy, and you can’t get enough.
Broken, weak little pleas spill from your lips at the same rate tears spill from your eyes, your hips sore from pushing back onto him to take him as deep as humanly possible. It’s insane. You’re insane. You must be.
Shigaraki’s not complaining though. Because god is this hot. You were always intriguing, but this is…something else. In fact, if you weren’t such a pathetic hero, he might even consider you attractive after this. Someone worth keeping around, at the very least.
His lips are parted with pleasured gasps and moans, his eyes glued to the side of your face or where you greedily suck him in for more. The ground beneath your hips is soaked with cum and sweat, your thighs dripping with it and making his skin stick to yours.
“God- ah!…Y-you’re a fuckin’ d-disgrace-.” He rasps, rewarding you for it with a harsh thrust that has you squealing.
You nod dumbly, drool pouring from your mouth and adding to the second puddle near your face. Shigaraki grins, his hips slamming into yours as he feels you reaching yet another orgasm. Instead of slowing down, though, he speeds up, wanting to watch you cry through another painful peak.
“Gonna c-cum again, huh?- ngh!” He mocks, reaching forward to grab your hair again. He tugs back before pressing your head down, able to hear the way your skin scrapes against the pavement. “Think you’ll s-stay conscious after t-this one?- Mm!”
You can’t even respond, much less actually understand what he’s saying. All you can focus on is the telltale tightening in your lower tummy, your eyes rolling back and your nails scraping hard enough into the ground that they start cracking a little. He’s right, though, even if you don’t know it. Your vision is getting spottier by the second, your ears have been ringing for god knows how long, and your mind is so broken you can’t think about anything except the cock railing into you over and over again.
Continuing to grin, Shigaraki watches you teeter on the edge of consciousness, giving your hair a tug just sharp enough to pull you back from the edge.
“S-stay awake-.” He orders, his thrusts turning erratic now as his own orgasm builds. “Want y-you to- ah!- feel all o-of this-.”
A broken cry leaves your throat as he keeps you just aware enough to feel every second of your orgasm. It rips through you, making you shudder and shake and weakly try to run from him again- not that you make it more than an inch this time. Shigaraki giggles almost manically again, watching you convulse and cry under him with a sadistic gleam in his eyes.
He speeds up more and more, his cock throbbing heavier and heavier as you only cry harder and harder. Then, finally, he slams in one last time and lets go. Buckets of cum flood your insides without a care in the world, pumping so much that it hurts. You mewl and squirm weakly, your body going into overdrive now as your mind finally breaks for him.
But before he can even finish cumming, before he can revel in the victory of your screams, you blessedly fall into unconsciousness. Shigaraki feels you go limp and silent, your body twitching uncontrollably even as you slump forward and go unresponsive.
He’s scared for a second that he accidentally killed you and ruined his fun too early…but your labored breathing gives away that you’re still perfectly fine.
Grunting in disappointment, he pulls out and lets your body fall to the ground. Shigaraki stands up and tucks himself away, eyeing your unconscious body with a confusing mix of intrigue and disgust as he gets his phone from his pocket.
“…Kurogiri. I need a warp gate at my location…” He rasps into the phone, grinning smugly as his cum starts leaking out of you. “…And I’m bringing someone back with me.”
just think about it— it was morning and you’re on the bed, sheets pulled to your chest as a way to cover your naked body after a night with him. and even though you didn’t wake up to his warmth and touch, the sight of it all made up for it
there he was, standing in the middle of your shared bedroom and pulling his sweatpants back on. you shifted your body to get a good angle at the view, tracing his scarred back with your gaze. faint, red claw marks were visible all thanks to you
and when he turned around, the hickeys and bites were now in view— some on his collarbone, others on his abs, any piece of skin your lips could get
maybe it was the afterglow or the sleep, but jason looked so… soft. he always was whenever he was with you. the fact that he loved and trusted you so much to let his guard down around you and just be himself made you feel cherished
it made a small smile form on your lips absentmindedly, your gaze softening as you just stared at him. but your eyes must have lingered too long because he glanced over and caught you staring. a faint smirk tugging on his lips
your smile softened when you saw him silently walk toward your side of the bed, noticing how his lips curved into a smile of his own before leaning down to cup your jaw and give you a soft, slow kiss— a kiss that made your smile widen on his lips, a kiss that felt less like desire and more like devotion, a kiss that made your chest ache in the best way
a kiss that made you fall in love with him all over again
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masterlist!
(a/n: smth about morning intimacy just scratches my brain perfectly)
