Trying to seduce him while sick !
cw: Jason todd x reader, suggestive, reader is shorter than him, slice of life, domestic, established relationship
"Jasonnn," you drag his name out, your voice scratchy and thick with a pathetic little whine at the end.
He sucks in a breath, his body going still. "No."
"You don't even know what I was gonna ask!" you complain, your minor cold making you irritable, and his outright denial only makes it worse.
"I'm making you soup. Go sit your pretty ass down, sweetheart."
His back is to you, shirtless by your request— something about his muscles curing you of life’s hardships.
You’re momentarily distracted by the way his arm moves as he reaches up to grab something from the cupboard, strands of his hair falling delicately over his forehead before he goes back to stirring the soup with a small, pretty frown on his face.
You sneak closer, arms sliding around his waist, face smushed against his bare back. His free hand comes over yours, thumb brushing up and down your knuckles.
"Whatever you want, it’s a no until you finish your food," he tells you like you’re a child. "And you need to rest."
"Asshole," you mutter affectionately. Then, just because you can, you press kisses against his back, trailing up as far as you can reach.
"Fuckin’ menace," he whispers, squinting at his phone while checking the recipe. You smile. He’s trying out a new one—one he didn’t memorize beforehand.
Instead of teasing him about it, you ignore your sore throat and stuffy nose and go looking for a small stool.
Once you find it, you quietly set it behind Jason, step onto it, and wrap your arms around his neck.
He glances back, eyes narrowing. "What are you—"
You kiss his cheek, then his jaw, then suck lightly at the curve of his neck.
You know heat is spreading through his body by the way his breathing quickens and his head falls back, eyes closing.
"Gonna need you to stop, baby."
"Come on," you groan. "Did you know orgasms help clear congestion?"
A heavy sigh leaves him, his free hand running through his hair. "I did not," he mutters dryly.
"So be a good boy and sleep with me." Your lips curve down at how it sounds. You're forced to breathe through your mouth. Your throat burns every time you swallow. The words don’t come out low and sultry.
It was supposed to sound seductive. Instead, you sound like you're dying.
He tries not to laugh. You can tell by the way he's pressing his lips together, but a snort escapes him anyway.
"Don’t laugh.” you glare.
He turns off the stove, and your arms tighten around his neck. "Only if you stop trying to seduce me— cause it ain’t working," he mutters, his eyes catching yours for half a second.
"Fine, fine. but you better make it up to me later.”
“oh, you know i will, baby.”
one day i will write a long fic and it’ll be great. but for now I’m cursed to half ass everything i do
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