#jason wears his wonder woman sweat pants to bed every night

[nova-lunosi]

Quick lil thing

[redhoodieone]

But I’m Your Boyfriend!

A/N: This is totally random. I got the idea a day ago and I just decided to finish it. It’s probably not that good lol.

Summary: Y/N just wants to sleep after a long day. Jason comes home and is feeling horny. Y/N wants them to have quiet sex because of their neighbors, but Jason could care less because loud sex is fun sex.

Warnings: Smut, language, and too much love.

But I’m Your Boyfriend!

It’s one of those nights where I just want to sleep. After working all morning and evening, all I want is to fall into a deep sleep until morning comes.

So once I come home to our shared apartment, I know I’m done for the night.

After a warm shower, I slip into a pair of panties and a tank top, and climb into bed. I keep the bathroom light on for Jason, so he doesn’t trip and fall into the darkness like he’s done so many times. It should be enough light for him to see. I’m on the verge of passing out so I don’t care as much anymore. 

It must be about an hour until I feel the bed shift beside me.

Jason’s home.

He smells clean; I can mostly smell his body wash because he must have taken a quick shower before climbing into bed with me. He usually comes home smelling like cigarettes and sweat, so this is really refreshing. One arm of his wraps around my waist, and the other sneaks under my pillow to hold my hand.

“It’s just me, baby,” Jason whispers in my ear. His wet hair damps mine a bit, when he leans in to kiss my cheek.

“Really? I thought you were Dick,” I mumble sleepily.

“Now why would you think that, doll?”

“Because Dick always climbs in bed with me when you’re not around. He keeps me company and he cuddles with me,” I continue on giggling.

“That’s funny, babe. That’s very funny. Have I ever told you that you should be a comedian?”

“Maybe once or twice,” I chuckle.

I push myself back against him and I notice he’s shirtless. I move a hand under the sheet, and I can feel he’s wearing just his boxers. What a tease. Jason smirks at me.

“Trying to cop a feel?” Jason whispers before he bites my earlobe. “You know, I’m starting to feel a little uncomfortable right now.”

“Well then maybe I should make you comfortable then,” I whisper back. “Since you’re home and all…”

I move my hips backwards to rub against his cock. Jason hisses, and grinds against me harder. Biting my bottom lip, I moan when his hand leaves my waist to reach down into my panties.

“Fuck doll...already so wet? I haven’t even fucked you yet. You must be dying for my cock right now, huh?” Jason asks.

“I’ve been wanting your cock since this morning,” I admit shyly.

“Yeah?” he asks smiling.

“Yeah,” I moan out.

“I told you we should have had that quickie...but no...you just had to go to work and I just had to help Dick and Tim with their files for stupid cases they can’t handle themselves!”

“Did you even help them or were you just hanging around the manor causing trouble?” I ask curiously.

“You know me, doll. I’m just there to have a good fucking time,” Jason smirks. He pushes my panties down enough so he can open my legs. “Oh fuck, Y/N...I can smell you. You smell so fucking good. I wanna taste your pussy before I destroy you.”

Jason slips a finger inside me. I bite my bottom lip to hold in my moans. He uses his thumb to rub slow circles on my clit, as he pushes his finger back in again gradually. Jason builds a rhythm, and he jerks his wrist back and forth to get me to be louder.

“Come on, Princess. You know I love it when you’re loud, why are you trying so hard to be quiet?”

“Because it’s late, and I don’t want the neighbors to bitch tomorrow,” I choke out. My breathing is rough, and I feel myself about to come undone. “They say we’re always too loud when we’re fucking.”

Jason removes his other hand out from under my pillow, and he pulls out his fingers from my pussy.

“Jay! What the fuck?!” I cry out angrily.

“But I’m your boyfriend!” Jason complains. When he pouts, I can’t help but giggle at him.

“We just can’t be too loud. I really don’t want the neighbors to ask me if we’re into kinky and BDSM stuff. It’s...I feel like a whore when I’m being too loud,” I try to reason with him.

“Okay, first of all: we do kinky shit to a certain extent. And second: you’re not a whore, because you’re perfect and we’ve been together for a year and I love you so don’t fucking believe otherwise. And three: you don’t want to be loud anymore because the neighbors are complaining about us? Why, doll, I can’t have silent sex!” Jason shakes his head in disapproval and lifts me up so I’m straddling him. “Just for that, I’m going to make you scream my name until you lose your voice!”

“Jason! Can’t we just-”

Jason rips my panties into two and pushes his boxers down enough so his hard cock slaps against his stomach. His large hands handle my hips as if I weight nothing, as he lifts me above until his hard cock is pushed inside of me; stretching me deliciously as we fit perfectly against each other.

“Oh fuck...fuck!” I moan out. “Jay...”

“That’s right, I’ll have you screaming my name before you know it,” Jason says through gritted teeth. The tip of his cock is rubbing against my g-spot, and my walls tighten around him.

Our hips move against each other, building a fast but deep pace. Jason reaches up to my breasts and pinches my nipples. My nails scratch from the top of his chest and down to his stomach. The way he throws his head back and groans makes me relieved I can reduce him to a moaning mess. He then sits up and pulls me farther into his lap so he can suck and bite my nipples.

“Fuck! I almost forgot! I-I just remembered I promised Damian I would take him to the Gotham Zoo tomorrow,” I breathe out. I can’t believe I just remembered during one of our intimate moments.

But it’s not the most awkward topic we’ve spoken about during sex.

I’ve once reminded Jason to take out the trash while he was fucking me on the couch, because my head kept hitting empty pizza boxes with every powerful thrust.

Jason’s asked me once if pregnant women could even have sex since he finds it terrifying that a penis could hit a fetus’s head.

And we’ve even wondered aloud if Superman could physically break a woman’s jaw and neck from just receiving a blow job.

Even though we’ve been together for a year, I think Jason and I are just too comfortable to not worry and be embarrassed over the little stupid things.

“You have the day off tomorrow?” Jason pants, and sucks a love bite into my neck. “That sounds like fun. I’m going too then, since he’s becoming a fucking horny teenager.”

“You don’t trust him with me?”

“I trust you, but nope, I don’t trust him. And besides…have you ever been finger fucked while touring the lions and tigers exhibit?”

“No, have you?” I tease.

“Ha, NO! I think you’re being too cute for your own good. Maybe I’m going to easy on you right now,” Jason says, before he starts fucking me harder under me.

His cock is too good for me. He’s drilling into me faster and the sensational pressure alone drives my moans out of control. Between my loud breathing, and whimpers, I know the neighbors can hear now.

Jason flashes his shit-eating grin and slams me down harder onto his cock. I choke out gasps, and he ends up taking control of my hips and continues to roughly push my hips down to meet his hard thrusts.

Sweat covers his entire forehead, and his eyes light blue eyes are focused on me. His mouth hangs open, and he’s panting harder than before.

“Fuck doll, I-I love you so much! You treat me so good,” Jason groans, and lies his head against my chest.

I lift his head up to kiss him. Our tongues are battling for dominance in our mouths, and I whine when Jason’s thumb finds my clit once more.

Our sweaty bodies keeping slap against each other, and the sounds of my wet pussy being fucked is louder than before.

“I-I love you too, Jay!” I cry out. I can feel my orgasm approaching. I tug on his messy, dark hair to hold onto him. “I-I’m gonna cum! Oh fuck!”

“Cum on my cock, doll! Fuck, I wanna feel you cum!” Jason groans louder.

Jason grabs a handful of my long hair and pulls on it, as he kisses me to swallow my moans. My pussy gushes more of my juices all over his cock, and I clench and unclench uncontrollably around him.

“Jason! Oh fuck!!!!” I scream. My orgasm has left me feeling sensitive all over.

“Oh fuck! I-I’m gonna cum too!” Jason shouts.

He thrusts hard inside me a few more times until he pulls out and cums all over my stomach. We both release our breaths we’ve been holding in. Jason pulls me down to kiss me.

“Fuck doll...that’s exactly what we needed,” Jason says, smiling with his sleepy eyes.

“I know,” I reply before I climb off him to lie beside him. He cleans us up with some tissues nearby. “I just hope you’re prepared to get bitched at tomorrow.”

“We’ve just had the hottest sex in the past three days and all you can think about is our neighbors bitching?” Jason acts offended and covers his mouth. He then breaks out into a grin and pulls the blankets up to cover us. “You know doll, I’m so fucking in love with you that nothing could ruin our lovemaking.”

“Lovemaking?” I question.

“I’m beginning to think ‘fucking’ is just used in the moment to make us horny for each other, but after we’re done, our sex is...more meaningful. I think we love each other enough to want to make each other feel good and reach our fucking highs together, and that itself seems deeper...like love,” Jason explains. His cheeks flush, and he looks down at me shyly. “I...can’t really explain it, doll. But that’s just how I feel.”

I smile back. Resting my head against his chest, Jason holds me closer in an embrace. “I love you, Jason.”

“I love you, Y/N,” Jason whispers back.

Jason holds me close to him as we fall asleep. The rough and loud sex is exactly what we needed.

But the next morning, we wake up to find a petition taped to our front door by at least fifty neighbors in our building, who are ordering us to soundproof our bedroom.

Jason laughs his ass off, crumples it up, and throws it outside our apartment door.

Because we’re not being too loud.

We’re just in love.

[slashed-dreamzzz]

The slashers reaction when they find out there S/O is pregnant. Please

Alrighty

Jason

-Never before in your life would you have imagined yourself getting it on with a guy who just so happened to be a zombie. The obvious perk? No condoms to worry about. Or, so you thought. After a solid week of throwing up only in the morning, you began to realize how wrong you were. Hunched over the grimy toilet, drenched in cold sweat and panting heavily, you knew that this couldn’t stay hidden from Jason.  With much effort, you raised your head and slowly stood up, wobbling only slightly. You winced, feeling the beginnings of a headache coming on already. Fantastic. Heaving a sigh, you decided it would be best to wait until Jason returned home that evening to give him the news. Whether it was good or bad would depend entirely on his reaction. When he finally lumbered through the cabin door mere hours later, you still felt you weren’t ready yet, despite going over numerous ways to break the news to him. Setting his blood-flaked machete down by the door, Jason the walked over to where you were sitting, clearly expecting you to greet him with your lovely smile and open arms, your delight shining through and through. Instead, all you could manage was a weak smile, your shallow parlor revealing the toll the past week has been on your health. You looked weary, your sickness both literal and metaphorical. Ever observant, Jason tilted his head slightly in confusion, his adorable mannerism managing to quirk your lips up a smidge more. You dearly hoped Jason would accept this as you accepted him. Gesturing to the other worn out chair at the table, you softly told Jason to take a seat. Hesitating for only a moment, Jason heeded your words and took the other chair, his weight making it creak. You folded your sweaty palms together on the table, and took a deep breath. “Jason, I….I have something important to say.” You then looked up and into the eyes of his mask. “I’m pregnant, honey.” Your heartbeat pounded in your ears as the seconds ticked by with no visible reaction from Jason. Clenching your fingers together even more, you tried to choke down your tears, every fear you had imagined seemingly coming to life. Before you could utter out an apology, Jason rose from his seat and came around to your end. You didn’t dare look at him, too preoccupied with hiding your shame. He knelt down on one knee by your side, and it was only when he placed a large hand on your arm did you turn to look at him. Jason slowly made you turn your whole body to face him, and your fears were instead replaced with confusion. “J-Jason? What are doing-” and before you could finish, he brought his head against your stomach, encircling your form in his strong arms. You were struck speechless at this gesture, as it said everything that Jason could never articulate. A promise to love. A promise to stay. You sobbed, and wrung your arms around his neck as he nuzzled into your middle, silently pledging to protect you and this unborn child so long as he walked this earth.

Freddy

- The thing with Freddy being a demon was how you foolishly believed that such an inhuman individual could never procreate with a normal woman such as yourself. But how normal could a person be when they willingly slept with a dream demon nearly every night? And reveled in the debauchery? Nevertheless, you bought a pregnancy test on a whim anyway, not expecting anything to come of it. You nearly choked when you saw the two betraying pink lines on the pregnancy stick, complete and utter shock filling your system. Swallowing audibly, you hunched over your bathroom sink and began taking deep, heavy breaths. I’m fine, you thought. This isn’t the end of the world. All the same, a cold ball of dread took residence in the pits of your stomach. More than anything that was racing through your overactive mind, one thought stood above the rest in the sea of turbulent fears and trepidation surrounding an unexpected pregnancy. Freddy was not going to like this. Not. One. Bit. You almost dreaded going to bed that night, knowing that no matter how you broke the news to him, Freddy would be less than accepting of this recent development. In your heart of hearts, you desperately hoped you would be proven wrong. These thoughts did naught to help you fall asleep, only succumbing to dreams after hours of twisting and turning in your sheets. Upon waking in the all too familiar dream realm, you found yourself exuding a false sense of hope that Freddy would be at most willing to listen to your plight without disregarding you completely. The bar was set so low. And speak of the devil, as you were absorbed in your thoughts a familiar gloved hand swept away a few errant strands of your hair, deceptively gentle in its motion near your vulnerable face. Your eyes fluttered shut as a low chuckle resounded throughout your dream realm room, causing a small ache in your heart. “Hey there dollface. Took ya long enough to see me. Was worried I’d been stood up.”  Freddy’s husky voice rasped near your ear, his form leaning against your own on the bed. He’s so warm… You sighed in contentment, wishing the moment could just last without disruption. But alas, it wasn’t meant to be. Out with it then. You clenched your eyes shut. “I’m pregnant.” The hand playing with your hair immediately stilled, and you felt your stomach plummet. For once, Freddy had no wise ass remark. You felt the bed shift slightly as he stood up, already feeling cold both inside and out. “That’s….great, I guess.” You tentatively opened one eye. Okay, not the best reaction, but certainly not the worst. “So….What do you suppose we do?” You asked with hesitation lacing your voice. Freddy turned away from you. “’We’?” He snarled. “There is no ‘we’.” Cold fingers of fear tore at your soft insides. You felt sick all of a sudden. “….Why?” was the only thing you could think to articulate. Freddy gave a growl. “Do I have really have to spell it out? Being a father isn’t exactly my strongest suit…… You’re better off without me.” You flinched at his dismissive tone, your blood turning to ice. “Freddy,” you started, your voice rising as you got out of the bed, “I don’t want to be alone in this. I know your awful history with children. I get it. But you need stop running away from your failure and face it head on. This could be your chance….to start over. Please Freddy….do it for me.” A hopeful smile spread across your face, the first one since you realized you were now carrying life. Freddy shook his head, a grim look etched onto his face. “I can’t. It hits….too close to home for me. I’m sorry.”  Your smile dropped, that flickering flame of hope snuffed out. Tears pricked at your eyes, and you collapsed onto the bed. “Freddy…” you murmured, your head in your hands, “I think this is the one nightmare I’ll never wake from.”

Michael

-You honesty weren’t surprised when you discovered you were pregnant. Michael’s insistence of never using condoms was likely to blame, his persuasion skills more than enough to allow such leeway. But after several bouts of waking up in the morning only to puke, you really began to regret not being more steadfast in your attempts to get him to wear one. You didn’t know whether to chastise yourself or Michael. Just to be on the safe side, you purchased a pregnancy test and used it when he was out one day, the results proving what you already suspected. You stared at the two tiny pink lines, your mind for the most part absolutely blank. The one thing that managed to stick out was the question of Michael being a father. Did he even have the emotional capacity to care for a child? You sadly suspected it might be the case. Thoughts of what could be danced in your head, of Michael giving a faceless child a ride on his broad shoulders as they laughed in absolute glee. Then it switched to you and Michael pushing this child on a swing set, their cries of ‘Higher Mommy! Higher Daddy!’ echoing in your imagination as they swung closer and closer to the sky. Finally, your mind conjured up a sweet image of all three of you huddled on the couch, the child in your lap as you sat in Michael’s, everyone peacefully sleeping in a blissfully happy moment. Dazed, you shook yourself out of these saccharine daydreams, the gravity of your situation kicking in. All the imagination in the world couldn’t help in what you knew you had to tell Michael. Your gazed drifted once again to the test, and you couldn’t help but heave a huge sigh as you leaned against the dirty bathroom counter. Would…Michael even care? you wondered to yourself. You shut your eyes in exhaustion. There was only one way to find out. As you waited for Michael’s return home, you busied yourself with trying to fix the place up a bit. You were doubtful you’d be living here once the baby was born, but it couldn’t hurt to do a little spring cleaning. Once returning home, he found you caught in a cloud of dust hacking your lungs out. Michael stayed where he was until the dust had settled, and then he made his way towards your hunched over form. You waved away the remaining puffs of dust, unable to feel nothing but disgust for the state of the house. How Michael managed to take permanent residence here, you never knew. After your coughing fit was through, you couldn’t help but give Michael a love sick grin, never not happy to see his trademark mask. “Hey you! Sorry about that, just got bored and started doing a bit of impromtu cleaning…” you lied, hoping the guilty expression on your face wasn’t that obvious. Michael stood there in silence, but acknowledged your words with a slight nod of his head. Your smile faded a bit, and you folded your hands together. “There’s something I wanna talk about with you. Can we….just sit down on the couch?” Michael tilted his head slightly, but turned around and led the way into the living room. You followed, a sickened expression on your face. Once sitting down, you just blurted it out, too nervous to form a coherent segue into the topic. Michael sat there in silence, processing your words as you looked down into your lap, your clenched hands turning your knuckles white. You spoke again, words coming out in a nervous rush. “Michael, I’m sorry, that was too much to dump on you, maybe I should just-” but before you could finish, you felt him turn you slightly towards him, his grip gentle but commanding. Always one to obey, you turned to face him. Michael lowered his hands until they were hovering over your still flat belly, and expectant air to his movements. You gave a tiny grin. “Yeah. In there. Our own little creation, I guess.” Michael’s surprisingly warm hands descended onto your stomach, as if looking for the life form growing inside you. Rubbing it gently, you barely heard an inaudible sigh come from beneath his mask. You let out a breath you didn’t know you had bee holding in absolute relief, placing your own hands over his. “We’ll make this work. We’ll find a way,” you murmured, leaning your head onto his chest and hearing the regular, steady beat of Michael’s heart.

Leatherface

-What you thought was merely a bad case of food poisoning one unfortunate morning turned into a routine, one that attracted the attention of Ma after you kept refusing to eat due to your upset tummy. Eventually she sat you down one day and told it to you straight. “Honey, I know what you and my son get up to most nights, I ain’t dumb. Now, this constant sickness probably means only one thing; I do believe you’re pregnant.” You sat there shell-shocked, slowly processing Ma’s words in your jumbled mind. The more you thought about it, the more it seemed to make sense. Bubba never did remember to put a condom on, and you were always too….distracted to remind him. A twinge of nervousness wound its way through you, and you looked up at Ma with slight panic in your eyes. She immediately came over to smooth your locks, softly shushing. “ Shhhh, it’s alright now. If I know my son, I know he’ll be over the moon whenever you decide to tell him. We’ll gladly welcome a new addition to our family.” You shuddered a sigh of relief at those words, your worst fears abated for now. Unable to help wrapping your arms around Ma’s torso, you whispered your thanks and let her hold you for a minute. As the day went on, you slowly grew more and more excited to finally tell Bubba the good news. It was torture waiting for him to finish his daily chores of killing and butchering, but you managed to keep yourself preoccupied by imagining all the possible baby names you thought would be perfect already. It was only when you had complied a list that took up both sides of a piece of paper that you paused. You laughed and shook your head. Probably best not to get ahead of yourself just yet! It was around dinnertime that Bubba finally lumbered in through the door, his apron dripping with fresh blood and smelling of dirt, sweat, and rust. You didn’t care one lick about that, and ran up to him in a hug that almost made him fall over. Bubba squeaked at the sudden action, but quickly got over it as he warbled happily into the top of your head, crushing you in a hug of his own. After only a few seconds you were gasping for air. “Bubba, sweetie…I need to breathe. I love you but I love air too!” He loosened his grip but still kept you in his arms. You supposed today was more taxing than normal for him, poor thing. You leaned away slightly to look him in the face. “I have a surprise for you tonight,” you whispered to him. Bubba’s eyes lit up in excitement, and you giggled. “But you’ll have to wait until after dinner, okay? Can you do that, my sweet Bubba?” He nodded eagerly in agreement, elated at having something to look forward to (besides you, of course) after a long day. Dinner was for the most part uneventful, but Ma kept giving you a secret smile while Bubba was buzzing in his seat, looking like a little kid about to go into a candy shop. You helped to clear the table, and was about to help wash the dishes when Bubba finally dragged you out of the dining room, with you giving an apologetic smile to Ma on your way out. Once in the room you and Bubba shared, you took in a deep breath, and let it out with laughter. “Are you ready for your surprise, honey?” Bubba nodded his head fervently. You couldn’t help but let out a beautiful smile. “I’m pregnant.” Bubba went still. You stood there with an air of uncertainty, wringing your hands together. “I…just found out today and I wanted to tell you as soon as-” but before you could finish that sentence Bubba had lifted you into the air and was spinning you around, laughing in that endearing way of his. You couldn’t help but laugh as well as you hung onto his neck for dear life, pure happiness filling the air. When he finally set you down he peppered your face in kisses, and this only made you giggle even more. Perhaps it was too soon to tell, but you believed Bubba would do just fine as a father.

[redhoodieone]

Don’t Tell Me Part 2

A/N: Okay…here we go! This chapter answers the burning, dramatic questions like: How did Jason and Y/N realize they’re in love with each other? What was their first time “making love” like? And, now that they know they’re having a baby, what’s next for them?

 Warnings: Language, smut, baby making…etc…

  Y/N’s Point of View I know I’m in a lot of trouble. I’d be stupid to ignore that I haven’t had my period in two months. It’s going on three months now, and it’s only a matter of time before anyone suspects I’m pregnant. All I wear is loose blouses and t-shirts, and black yoga pants to slim my little bump that’s beginning to show. But lucky for me, no one’s said a word. I’m living in a house full vigilantes and detectives and not one of them as figured it out yet; not even Alfred (who knows absolutely everything about everyone.) Just thinking about being pregnant is frightening enough. I honestly never thought I would be a mother since my own mother had abandoned me as a teenager, and I had lived off on the streets until I got a job at Bat Burger and could afford to live in a cheap apartment nearby. My own father walked out on us, before my mother bailed with her new boyfriend to Atlantic City. Ever since then, I knew families were stupid and only for those who are blessed and do nothing wrong ever. I was never exactly innocent as a kid. My history is as sketchy and dirty as any other scum in Gotham. I stole a lot as a kid, since I never got to have new toys or products, since mother and I were lower than low class. I have stolen clothes, makeup, sneakers, and even food when I felt I deserved better. It did feel good to steal, but once I got home with all my “new” stuff. I felt guilty, and awful even. So, maybe this was a punishment for me. Maybe this is what was going to happen since everyone in my family had fucked up more than once. I deserved it all, and I still do. I’ve even gotten myself pregnant...with a guy I’ve been fucking behind my boyfriend’s back for over a year. And to top it off, it’s his brother’s child...who I’m secretly in love with. When did it happen? How did it happen? And why did it happen? Since I can feel safe and tell the truth in my head, I suppose it happened the right after Jason’s birthday, after Tim and I made it to our one year anniversary. Dick, Tim, and Damian decided throw Jason a surprise party at the Manor. Jason had been complaining he didn’t want to do anything for his birthday, and even threatened his brothers if they planned anything, he would shoot them in their kneecaps (I love that kind of threat he would make lol) and make sure they wouldn’t patrol for a year. But of course, the brothers threw Jason the biggest and outrageous surprise party. Many people went, including Clark Kent and Lois Lane, as well as Jason’s best friends Roy Harper, Kori, Artemis, and Bizarro. I heard it was the biggest party since Bruce’s birthday party. But unfortunately, I couldn’t make it to the party. Many employees at Bat Burger were suffering from stomach flus, and I had to fill in and work overtime, including long nights. I was really disappointed. I really wanted to go and meet the other superheroes I’ve never met but only heard of, but I wanted to keep my job. Tim was really disappointed, too. I heard from Barbara that he mostly hung around his brothers all night, because he really wanted me there. If anything, I assumed Tim, Alfred, Bruce, and Dick missed me a lot. Damian was probably glad I didn’t show up to hang all over Tim. But Jason missing me? No fucking way. Especially since I figured he would have hooked up with Artemis or some other bimbo I don’t know about. But from what I heard from everyone; the party was a success. The food, drinks, and music was amazing, and everyone partied until one in the morning, before Alfred shooed everyone away because he was exhausted after preparing for the party. I had just gotten home around 2 that same morning; sweaty, sleepy, and sick of smelling like Joker fries. After a struggle, I managed to take a shower, and climb into bed for at least 6 hours until it was time to go back to work. My eyes were closed. My breathing is calm. I could just fall asleep until... “You missed my party.” I open my eyes, and quickly sit up in shock to see Red Hood sitting on the window sill. Jason was in complete Red Hood costume, and the way his body was facing me seemed tense and anxious. “I’m sorry I didn’t go. I had to work. A lot of people are sick with the stomach flu,” I explained. “It would have been better if you were there, though,” Jason replied, his voice scrambler making his voice deeper and a little more frightening. “How? All your friends were there, right?” I asked. I wonder why Jason’s acting more stranger than usual. “I seriously doubt my presence would have changed anything.” “It would have, believe it or not. I see you as a close friend. It just...it would have been better if you were there,” Jason said, his voice sounding painful. He stands and turns to leave, but I find myself jumping off the bed to stop him. “Wait! Just wait a minute!” There I was in my short dark blue pajama shorts and white tank top, dressed for bed in this hot August night. Red Hood finally turns to face me, his white lenses take me by surprise. I force myself to look up at him, and hope he’s looking back at me. “Why are you so upset about me not being there for your birthday party? Didn’t you have fun with your family and friends? Didn’t you enjoy the food, drinks, cake, and music? Didn’t you love all your gifts, even though you’ll bitch about them later, and all the other fun memories you made tonight? Didn’t you get everything you wanted?” I asked, pleading for him to see his birthday party wasn’t all so bad. He raises his hands up to his helmet, and removes it. I’m now face to face with Jason Todd. I can see his sweat covered face with some of his dark hair matted to his forehead. His blueish, grey eyes full of life and mischief, and the strong jawline that defines his handsome masculine features. He’s breathing hard, and his body trembles a bit. The pupils in his eyes dilate, when they find mine. “No, no I didn’t get everything I wanted, Y/N...” Jason’s voice breaks; it shatters my heart to see him in so much pain and anger. “Because what I want will never be mine.” “What are you talking about?” I barely whisper. “What do you want, Jason?” “All I want is you, doll.” Our lips touch. It was like fireworks were shooting throughout my body, from my toes to my head. His lips against mine felt perfect; as if everything in our lives were just normal and peaceful. The second Jason opens his mouth to mine, we savagely allow our tongues to mingle and search through each other’s mouths as if this was our last time to ever kiss. Savoring each other’s taste. Savoring each other’s touch. Savoring each other’s heat. The moment has me weak. “I want you too, Jay...” I whisper softly. Jason pushes me down on the bed, and straddles me. He lifts up my tank top, and dives down to suck, lick, and bite my nipples. He massages my breast, as he whispers how he loves me braless. Our mouths find each other’s again, and I take the initiative to roll us over so I can straddle him. I miss this. I miss skin on skin contact. I miss the heat between two bodies. I slip out of my pajama shorts and panties, so I’m completely naked on Jason. He growls and runs his hands all over my body. I moan louder at every touch. “Fuck Y/N...you’re so fucking beautiful...” Jason groans. He removes his boots, pants, shirt, and jacket in no time. Only in his boxers, I straddle him once more and I begin to grind against his hard bulge. We swallow each other’s moans through our kisses, and I can feel myself staining his boxers with my juices. I start kissing and licking his neck and chest until Jason lifts my head up. “Stop...” Jason pants. The guilt in his eyes says it all. He wants this, but he remembers why he can’t exactly do this with me. “What about Tim?” Tim. My boyfriend Tim? “Oh my God...what am I doing?” I ask, panicking to the point where I climb off him and cover myself with my sheets. “How could I be doing this to him? He’s my boyfriend. He’s my sweet loving boyfriend, and I’m doing this to him.” “I know, I can’t believe what I’m doing, either. As much as I give Timbo shit a lot, this is probably the worst thing I could do, and I don’t think I could do it,” Jason admits as well. “Tim’s such a great guy. He’s a good guy. He’s a nice guy and here I am, practically throwing myself on his hot older brother because I haven’t had sex in a year, and I’m horny as fuck!” I cry out loud. Covering my teary eyes, I curse myself for being such a slut. “I’m such a goddamn slut...” Jason’s hands remove my own from my face. There are tears in his eyes, too, and I wonder why he’s crying. “If anyone is at fault...I’m guilty as well. I mean, fuck!” Jason snaps, and kicks his boots to the wall. He frowns, and wipes his tears. “What kind of a brother am I? What kind of brother falls in love with his little brother’s girlfriend? I’m not fucking saying I’m a saint, because I know I’m not and never will be one, but this has got to be the most evil thing I’ve ever done. Tim’s...a great guy. He...gave me a second chance and has always been there for me and look at me now, I’m sitting next to the most beautiful and kind woman I’ve ever met.” Jason then moves to the floor, and pushes himself between my legs. His face is full of sadness, hurt, and love... “You...never judged me. You know about every horrific, devastating, and evil thing I have done, and yet...you still became my friend,” Jason whispers, his voice cracking at the end. “Why? Tell me why, Y/N. Why do you still like me even when I’ve never and will never like myself?” The tears fall from my eyes. “Because you want to be a good person, and that’s just as good as already being a good person in the first place,” I whisper back. Our teary eyes stay on each other’s, until our lips slam against each other’s. Our moans sound pained, and our hands grip each other’s bodies, and we fall back onto the bed. The sheets are off me, and feeling Jason on top of me is making me breathe harder. I run my hands over his strong muscular arms, and chest; feeling every hard inch of him. Jason quickly gets out of his boxers, and I practically whine when his thick, hard cock rubs against my pussy. “How long has it been for you?” he whispers in my ear, before kissing my neck. “A-a year,” I choke out. “Fuck doll...why hasn’t he touched you like this or take you the way I want to take you right now?” “I-I don’t know. Maybe I’m not...” I moan against his two fingers slipping into my aching, wet pussy, while his thumb rubs against my clit. “Maybe I’m not good enough for him.” Jason stops his movements, and looks into my eyes. “Don’t ever say that again, Y/N. You’re so fucking perfect. You’re so kind to those who don’t deserve it. You’re funny, smart, and you sure know how to get a guy’s heart racing. You’re so perfect that I don’t even know how someone like me can be on top of you...wanting to make love you until you can’t scream or walk anymore. If anything, you deserve the best.” “You deserve the best, Jay,” I say truthfully. “Then so do you, Y/N.” “But Tim just doesn’t want sex-“ “Then you deserve someone who can pleasure you the way you can pleasure them,” Jason says softly, as he kisses me once more. “Do you trust me, Y/N?” “I do...” I moan against his lips. “More than anyone...” Jason then slips inside me; stretching me to the fullest and stalling when our breathing is heavy. There’s no foreplay, no teasing, and no patience. With one arm supporting himself near my head, the other rubs against my hips, as I begin to meet his thrusts halfway. My hair is spread all out on the pillow, and I imagine my lips are red and chapped from our kissing, but Jason just watches me with hooded eyes. “Jaybird...” I moan out. A grin takes over his face. “Fuck! I love it when you call me that!” he gasps out. I wrap my legs around his waist, and he begins to really pound into me. The way his cock is stroking my walls, he’s hitting a sensitive but sensational spot that I need to feel now more than ever. “Baby girl...you’re so fucking tight and wet. I-I wanna stay inside you all the fucking time now.” I take the initiative to kiss him; more passionately than before. One of my hands caresses his faces, as he other run along his scars and bruises on his chest and shoulders. Jason pulls away to release a long, needy moan. “Oh God, Y/N...you’re so good to me...” Jason whispers against my lips. “You deserve it, Jay,” I whisper back. “But you’re just...Fuck doll, you’re so fucking good to me,” Jason groans, kissing me again, as he starts thrusting harder, faster, and deeper in me. One of his hands moves down and begins to rub fast circles on my clit. “I wanna feel you cum all around me, baby girl. I wanna make you cum so hard.” With Jason’s thumb rubbing harder against my clit, and his thick delicious cock continuously hitting my g-spot, I begin to breathe harder and my pussy clenches and unclenches tightly around Jason’s cock. I throw my head back onto the pillow, revealing my neck and chest for Jason to kiss as I cum all over his cock. My orgasm is strong, and it makes me wrap my legs around his waist painfully. “Jay! Oh God! Fuck!!!!” I moan louder. “Fuck doll, y-you made a mess all over my cock,” Jason pants, and squeezes my my hips while his last few thrusts are harder and faster than before. “Next time, I-I’m gonna eat your pussy and lick your cum off until you’re begging me to fuck you again and again.” His thrusts come to a sudden stop, and he cums inside me. Jason moans my name, and a list of swear words. He groans heavily, and kisses me until we’re both out of breath. Once he pulls out of me, Jason pulls me beside him, and cuddles with me. Jason kisses my forehead, and nuzzles his face into my shoulder and neck. I kiss his shoulder, and he finally gives me a serious look I’ve never seen before. “No one can ever know about this, Y/N.” “I know, especially Tim,” I agree sadly. The guilt already eating me alive. “But it’s not the last time we’re doing this right?” Jason asks, his grip tightens around me. “I don’t want this to be the last time,” I confess. “I don’t want it to be the last time either,” Jason admits. My eyes lock into his. “Jay...the way I feel about you...” “Y/N...” Jason pauses, and takes a deep breath. “Whether you want to hear this or not, I-I have to say it out loud or it’s going to fucking eat me alive. I love you, Y/N.” The way Jason confessed his love for me makes my heart beat faster to where I can’t breathe or think. I feel the same way, and as guilty as I already am, I have to be honest, too. “I love you too, Jason. I love you so much,” I confess, and our lips touch again. And that’s when we betrayed Tim for the first time. And it wasn’t the last time, either. I close the bedroom door, and I lie down to rest. Tim is out on patrol with Bruce, Dick, and Damian; while I have informed them I’m down with the stomach flu and need to rest up. My hand rubs the little bump that will soon hold and protect the baby I’ll have soon. A gloved band moves to mine, and touches the bump as well. “It’s...mine,” Jason whispers. He knows, and he’s stating it as if I have forgotten. “I know,” I reply. “When will we tell him? Tell all of them?” “I don’t know...” I respond, unable to keep my voice steady. Jason sits beside me, and kisses me. The way he kisses me calms the nerves, and the threatening storm of our guilt and mistakes above us, if only for a moment. “I...I want you to know that this doesn’t change anything. I love you, Y/N, and I’m going to love this child, too,” Jason admits, before he kisses me one more time before he puts on his helmet. I turn to watch Jason stand up in all his Red Hood glory, as he faces me one last time. “Tim will understand...if we tell him everything. He’s not a hateful guy, and I know it’ll be hard as fuck to regain his trust, but I seriously doubt shit’s going to hit the fan. Trust me.” And on that stressful note, Red Hood left. So...what do you think? Should there be a Part 3??? Let me know, folks!