Pairing: jason todd x female reader.
Synopsis: porn w/o plot. Jason being attentive and showering you with attention and devotion.
Warnings: slight teasing (r receiving), sex, soft dom jason, body worship, nipple play (r receiving), making out, cunnilingus (r receiving), fingering (r receiving). Let me know if I missed anything!
Jason’s lips traveled from your cheek, to the spot under your ear, lingering a bit to take in your perfume and the way you shivered ever so subtly. His hands were warm as the spanned around your waist, thumbs caressing your ribs before tugging off your shirt to reveal your perky breasts held up by a lacy bralette that offered a tantalizing view with the lace and intricate bows.
“Tell me you didn’t stand in front of the mirror wondering what I’d say when I saw you in this.” Jason smirked softly, unable to help himself from being smug and fluster you a bit.
“So what if I did…” You huff halfheartedly at him for his teasing to which he chuckles and lightly pinches your chin to make you face him. Lips brushing against each other, the tips of your noses nudge against the other lightly. “So pretty. My gorgeous girl.” With that, he slowly slips his tongue inside your mouth, kissing you languidly and passionately.
The making out makes you dizzy, unable to do anything but reciprocate and tug him closer by the front of his shirt. It never failed to make him smirk into the kiss.
His fingers expertly pinch the clasp of your bralatte, causing the soft cotton to release your tits from their prison and the next thing you know is you’re gasping as he trails his fingers along your sides and carefully cradle your tits in his palms.
“You’re the prettiest thing I’ve ever touched.” He mutters softly and reverently, you think he didn’t mean to say it out loud with how he’s gently kneading each breast and tracing the rosy nipples with his thumbs. You moan softly, immediately he’s obsessed with getting to hear it again. So he lowers his head, pressing a slow and open-mouthed kiss on the valley of your breasts to create anticipation. His mouth is warm on your left breast, he can’t hide the way his stomach flutters when you involuntarily arch your back just enough to push your tits out, how your fingers already threaded into his hair as if preparing for the pleasure you know he’ll bestow upon you.
“Hngh, ah, Jay…” the moan you let out embarrassingly eager, head tipped back as your fingers twisted in his hair— not pulling hard just yet.
He hums softly, closing his mouth on your nipple and allowing his tongue to lap repeatedly around it, against it, back and forth and top to bottom. It wasn’t fast and hard, it was too thorough and deliberate. Almost as if he wanted you soaking wet before he was done with you.
You whimper breathlessly, gasp and twitch, squirm and pull at his hair once he finally lets go of your tit, lavishing the other with the same amount of attention.
Your panties slick and sticking against your cunt by now.
You nearly slump back against the headboard once he’s done and satisfied with the way your nipples were rosy and swollen prettily.
You whine so sweetly against his mouth once he kisses you, unable to resist your needy expression. “Look at you, princess.” He breathed, kissing the corner of your mouth now and speaking against your skin. His hands pushing back your hair to fully admire you beneath him, gaze tracing every inch of skin uncovered until he sees the damp spot on your panties. His cock twitches, his mouth waters, and his eyes darken with desire as he situates you on your back, the silky sheets of his bed comforting against your skin. You looked so angelic in his eyes, sprawled out comfortably on his bed, chest rising and falling with heavy breathes of anticipation, cutely gripping the sheets loosely to brace yourself for his touch.
“Relax for me, legs apart. Good girl.”
You get even more wet. If that’s possible.
“I can smell how much you need me.” He hums, getting comfortable by leaning down, shoulders flat against the sheets and face buried against your sopping wet cunt.
In classic Jason fashion, he places a sloppy open mouthed kiss on the center of the panties— right above the damp spot. He moans at the taste of you, eyes half lidded as he rasped “Fuckin' perfect," before dragging one slow, torturous lick from bottom to top, tongue flat and warm against your slit before sealing his lips around your clit with a muffled groan of satisfaction.
He doesn’t tease for too long; for one, you’re wound up with frustration and two, his impatience is getting to him. He is incapable of resisting tasting you, after all.
Your back arches, one hand grips the pillow above your head while the other tugs at his hair, rewarding you with a groan vibrating against your pussy.
He slides off your ruined panties and throws them behind his shoulder, eagerly returning to his meal like he was starved for months.
His mouth seals over your clit, tongue brushing and slowly flicking the spot under while sucking and releasing the aching bud over and over as though he had all the time in the world. To make matters worse, he was grunting and groaning as if *he* was the one getting his brain melted.
“H-ahhh, fuck… f-feels s’good.” You whimper helplessly, thighs involuntarily cushioning his head when he rubs your clit with his thumb and his tongue devours your folds. He licks up your slit, gathering your wetness before sliding it inside.
Your eyes roll back, pleasure shooting up your spine as he works you over with earnest, deliberate strokes. You feel his digits easily entering you, ribbing your lips at first before they push inside you gently. His lips reunite with your clit, not allowing a moment of rest for the puffy bud.
“This pretty little pussy just never seems to get enough of my mouth, does it?” He asks rhetorically, not expecting an answer and not giving you a chance to answer anyway.
He sets a rhythm; thrust hard and slow, lick up your clit, rub the tips of his fingers against your inner walls, suck your clit into the warmth of his mouth with a bit more force.
Delivering blow after blow, it becomes impossible to form a thought as you push your hips against his face and your walls flutter and you keen— signaling he found your g-spot.
He massages, rubs, caresses the spot with relentless determination while his tongue works your pussy tirelessly.
“Ahngh! C-cumminggg!” You babble and squirt into his mouth with an incoherent cry of his name.
“Yeah? Look at you,” he murmured against your pussy with awe. “taking my fingers *so well*.”
With a firm suck and well timed curl of his digits inside you, he gets you to cum hard enough that you squirt. “You look so pretty when you cum.”
Eagerly, he slurps up every last drop. Licking gently and ensuring he doesn’t waste any of your precious cum. He kisses your inner thighs, tracing the valley of your breasts with his lips, he meets your lips in a tender kiss.
“Mm, you okay?” His hands guide your limp legs off his shoulders and back to the mattress, wrapping one arm around your waist while he cradled the side of your face with the other. He caressed your cheekbone, entirely gone for you. Which was evident in his dilated gaze, the way he softened with you around.
“M’fine, Jay.” You breathlessly answer, turning to nuzzle into his palm, effectively giving Jason a heart attack.
“Love you,” he murmured quietly, leaning in to steal a kiss from your kiss swollen lips. “So fucking much.”
It wasn’t often he got so open that it made your heart ache with tenderness. But when it did happen, you’d cup his face like he was precious and kiss him with twice as much love.
A/N: I stayed up until 6 am to write this. That’s how much I love my readers!! (Ps. I have finals coming up soon and I’ll try to write as much as I can. Pls don’t hesitate to send requests 𐔌՞ ܸ.ˬ.ܸ՞𐦯)
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