#sub Jason todd

[sanguineterrain]

(AFAB reader, more subby, comes fast, eager Jason at the people's request 🤲)

IF you praise Jason while he's inside of you, he will come first.

Jason thinks that this is a design flaw. You... disagree.

You discover it by accident the second time you have sex. The first time is negligible—Jason was nervous about being intimate with you and doing a good job, and he was a big ol' virgin, so obviously when you stroked his face and told him what a good, sweet boy he is, he blew his load. Obviously.

The next time has him seeking you out after patrol. He's freshly showered and maybe a little worn out, but he misses you. Moreover, Jason is prepared to fuck you. Show you that he can take charge and not rut on you like a dog. Jason's one of the most disciplined people ever. Certainly the most disciplined that you've known. You're telling him that you sink onto his cock and all of a sudden, that control swandives out the window? Impossible.

No, Jason knows better this time. He's going to be gentle, obviously, but he's focused on your pleasure. He finds you in bed already but not asleep because you can't sleep until he's home, not completely.

He prowls the bed, trying to hone his instincts. Having sex with you is just like any task he has assigned. Everything narrows to this moment. All of Jason's attention is on making you come first.

You greet him softly. This is where Jason is tricked. Jason forgets what a soft voice belies. You don't even realize you're doing it. You tell him you missed him and kiss him hotly, kiss down his neck, rake your hands through his hair. You tell him what a good man he is, keeping Gotham safe, protecting you and everyone in it, and Jason is hard.

Damn. Jason had meant to keep this on his terms. Get hard from your pleasure. But you catch him off guard like this, warm and soft and free with your praise. All you have to do is spread your arms and welcome Jason in and his fat cock is pushing against the waistband of his boxers.

He shudders as you scratch the nape of his neck, nip his ear. But then Jason clears his head, fights through the thick honey of your presence. No, he has a mission. He intends to complete it.

Jason throws himself into your body instead. He knows his size is all-encompassing. You're swallowed up in his arms, caged in between his shoulders. Yes, good. Jason wants you to feel overwhelmed in the best way, the way he feels when he's with you.

You say faster, so Jason goes faster. You say slow down, so Jason slows down. You say rub my clit, so Jason rubs your clit. You pull him closer with your ankles digging into his back, so Jason steadies himself and fucks you deeper.

And then Jason forgets the lesson. Forgets what makes you so persuasive.

And when you gasp in his ear, "you're fucking me so good, angel," Jason feels his gut tighten dangerously.

"Wh-what?" he asks, hips stuttering.

You grin, eyebrows contorting in pleasure. You grab his face with both hands. Jason's brain is sending him warning signals.

"Ease up," you tell him gently, so Jason eases up. Your grin grows.

"You're such a good listener," you say. "That's why you fuck me so good, Jason."

Gut tightening. Jason wrangles his urge to empty his balls in your pussy. No, he's being good! He's a good boy, not a good dog. Good dogs can't do anything but whimper and come and come.

You scoot closer, forcing him deeper into you. Jason shudders. You wrap your arms around his neck, bring his face close to yours. Jason braces himself with his hands on either side of you.

"Yeah, you're so good." You pet his hair. "You were made to be inside of me, honey bunches."

Briefly, Jason thinks about if the roles were reversed, if it was you inside of him. He thinks you'd probably be able to hold off better than he can. This is actually fucking impossible. You're so wet, pussy a hundred fucking degrees. And when you make him slow down, Jason feels the drag of his dick against your walls, and everything in his brain turns to static.

"If you wanna come, you can come," you say sweetly. Danger, danger! You look up at him, having the gall to look innocent. There's no way you don't know what the hell you're doing.

"Wanna make you come first," Jason says, voice stronger than he feels.

You hum sympathetically. "But you're so sensitive, baby. Can feel you shaking."

Jason shakes his head, locks in. No, he's going to make you come first. He starts to fuck you in earnest, his thrusts hard enough to make you squelch against his cock.

And then you go in for the kill.

"You're so pretty," you say. Jason's eyes flutter. Your gaze turns predatory.

"Yeah, pretty and good and strong. You're my big, strong guy, aren't you? You thought about this all day, I bet. Thought about how you'd make me feel good. You don't have to think about it anymore, sweetpea. All you need to do is get hard and come inside of me."

Jason shakes his head again. No, no, he's not going to give in. He can hold it. He can be good.

"Good boy," comes your sweet voice. "Good Jason. You fuck me the best. No other guy could do it for me like you can. You'd tear open anybody who tried, wouldn't you?"

Jason nods eagerly even though his balls feel tight. Yes! Yes, he would! If you told Jason to bite, he'd only ask how hard. He'll drown his muzzle in blood for you.

"Uh-huh," you say knowingly. "I love you, Jason. I love you so much. I'm yours. And you're mine."

That does it. The last of Jason's control shoots into your cunt in hot spurts. Jason tears up out of frustration and pleasure. His mouth is open in a silent shout.

You grin and keep to yourself how easy it'll be to get knocked up off of your boyfriend's fat cock. A few sweet words and he's coming. That's when you start to believe that this is a habit, not an outlier, for your virginal boyfriend.

"Fuck," Jason says, lashes thick with tears. "Fuck, fuck. I was s'posed ta hold it."

You coo, wipe his tears with your thumbs. "It's okay, baby. I don't mind. We can practice."

Yes, you'll practice, alright. Practice how many times you can make Jason come inside of you. And if Jason's truly bent out of shape about not making you come, well, you have no issue with training him how to eat you out.

(The first time Jason makes you orgasm before himself, he gets so excited he comes.)

[redr0sewrites]

Hi! I want to request number 17 with Jason Todd with a fem reader. Preferably nsfw and that it’s the reader who says it. Love your work!

🥀A/n: YEA OFC!! TYSM!!! sorry this took so long, schools been kicking my ass

🥀Prompt: "I wish you saw yourself the way that I see you"

🥀Word Count: 2.5k

🥀Cw: nsfw, teensy bit of angst in the beginning, praise kink, riding, handjob, oral (fem receiving) soft sex, fluff and smut, fem!reader

🥀minors dni

as Jason crawled through the window to your shared apartment, relief flooded his body at the fact that you were not only home, but awake. you were a night owl, and more often than not, you'd stay up and wait for him to return after a patrol. i just can't sleep without knowing your safe, you had whispered to him once.

it made Jason's heart ache that he worried you, especially on the rougher nights. tonight was definitely one of those. while it hadn't been physically brutal, his suit felt too tight, and his head was filled with panic and anxiety that only seeing you could quell. however, he didn't want to trouble you with his own fucked up issues- it was already hard for him to handle alone, and dumping it all on you only made him feel even more despicable. i'll only be making sure she's okay, he repeats to himself. its not selfish. i just need to see her.

you were in the kitchen, making yourself a late night snack- that you would hopefully get to share with Jason. at the familiar sound of his leather jacket being hung and his boots being tossed aside, you turn towards your lover. he was in the process of stripping off his gear, hands shaky and eyes clouded. he was robotic with his movements, and in all honesty, it scared you for his sake. you watched the way he harshly tugged at his skintight shirt for a few more seconds, before you approached him, keeping your movements steady.

"you okay, baby?" Jason's eyes snap towards you, freezing in the process of removing his clothing as he swallows hard.

"uh-huh, yea, tonight was just.. a lot," his voice cracks slightly, and he turns away. you reach for his face, and he flinches back, and you could swear that, if you focused hard enough, you could hear the sound of your own heart cracking into a billion tiny pieces. "i'm sorry," he whispers quietly. "i just need a minute.. i'll be in the bedroom."

"oh," you reply, swallowing dumbly. you were used to him breaking down like this, but you had been working on helping him to stop shutting you out. you got the feeling tonight was more than just a lot, and you wanted to hold him more than anything. you take a deep breath before handing him a plate of the food you had been making just moments prior. your careful not to brush his hands as you hand him the plate, and you can see that he notices the gesture with a small grimace.

"alright, but make sure to eat something before you fall asleep. i'll join you in a few minutes though, okay Jay?" Jason nods, taking the plate with shaking hands before returning to your bedroom. you sigh, storing the rest of the food for later and cleaning up just a bit before settling on returning to your room. the kitchen's cleanliness wasn't perfect, but you had more pressing matters at hand.

when you opened the door, Jason was sitting on the edge of your bed, eating quietly. he had changed into a hoodie and sweatpants that were almost baggy on his broad form, but not quite. his entire face lights up like a puppy when he sees you, hair rumpled and eyes wide.

"did you eat anything?" he asks, eyeing the lack of food in your hands. you curse, shaking your head. "i forgot to grab myself some, but i already refrigerated it. it's fine, i'll get some tomorrow." Jason's eyes narrow, and he offers some to you.

"you can have mine, i'm done."

"no, Jay, its fine-"

"i insist," he says stubbornly, and you can't help the little giggle that slips past your lips. "okay, okay." you take a spoonful in your mouth, swallowing hard and giving him a pointed look.

"happy now?"

Jason nods and cracks a half smile, the heavy look in his eyes fading just a bit. he moves the plate to the bedside table before opening his arms in a silent offer, which you gladly oblige. he buries himself in your chest as you wrap your arms around him, one hand sliding under his hoodie to rub his back while the other plays with the hair at the base of his neck.

"i missed you," he whispers, melting into your embrace.

"i missed you too, Jaybee. i love you so, so much," you don't slow your ministrations as you continue playing with his hair, even when Jason shudders below you.

"but.. why?"

"why what? why do i love you?" he nods, letting out a shaky breath, and your heart seizes for the second time tonight.

"Jay, why wouldn't i love you? you're beautiful, and so brave and strong, and you make me feel so safe. you know that, right?"

Jason lets out another breath, and his voice cracks as he speaks. "i- i just, you're so you, and i'm.. different. i came back wrong, a-and scared, and angry, like some- some fucking mutt or something. 'm just so afraid that i'll hurt you, o-or worse- someone else will," his admission is cut off by his own gasps as he struggles to keep himself from crying.

"oh, Jay, honey, i don't think any of those thinks. God, I wish you saw yourself the way that I see you. your so perfect, Jay, if only you'd let me show you." you lean down to kiss his forehead, and he nuzzles into your neck.

"i'm trying," he whispers, inhaling your scent. he wishes he could be one with you, that he could melt into your ribcage and stay intertwined with you like this forever. "i promise i'm trying. for you. for me. for us. i swear-" you cut him off by kissing him again, this time on the cheek. he blinks, lifting his head to look up at you and falling right into your trap. you kiss him again, this time with more fervor as you trace your lips over his jawline and up towards his nose, before leaning and kissing him on the lips.

"you don't have to try, Jay. i appreciate it, and i love how hard your working to improve yourself, but i never want you to feel as though you have to. i love you as you are," you whisper against his lips. "oh," he mumbles, pulling himself upwards to kiss you deeper. now balanced on his elbows, he cups your face, caging you in and kissing you even harder. you sigh into the kiss, and Jason moans softly as you subconsciously role your hips against his. you smile against his lips as his own hips grind softly against your thighs, mesmerized by the feeling of his growing hardness grinding against you.

you lay thicker on the praise, watching the effect your honey sweet words have on him.

"your so wonderful, so pretty and strong. will you let me show you just how much i love you, huh big boy?" you coo, and Jason's whole body shudders at your words. your hands travel down to his hips, sliding under his hoodie and toying with the hem.

"is this okay?" you ask, and Jason doesn't hesitate to nod. your hands travel up his atomach, running over his happy trail and you almost moan at the scratchy feeling. traveling higher, you grab one of his nipples in two fingers, rolling the nub gently and watching his eyes screw shut as his breathing picks up. your free hand tugs lightly on the hem of his hoodie.

"lets get these layers off, yea?" Jason nods, rolling to the side and laying flat on his back as you straddle him. "use your words, Jay," you tease, and Jason obliges.

"oh fuck- yea, yes,"

"yes what, honey?"

Jason sends you a slightly disgruntled glare, and you chuckle slightly. you can't help but compare him to a wet cat, all miffed and pouty.

"yes, you can take my clothes off."

"much better," you purr, and Jason huffs. his eyes never leave your face as you lift his hoodie over his head, and you admire just how broad he actually is. he's strong, body defined with muscle, but he still has a bit of tummy that makes you go absolutely feral. your eyes trail over his pecs, sliding down his stomach and vee line, finally catching sight of his thick happy trail leading down beneath his waistline. that sight alone makes you want to devour him, and you have to restrain yourself from absolutely jumping his bones lest you rush in too quickly.

"your staring.." he mumbles, and you giggle.

"your just so pretty, baby, can't help that i want to absolutely devour you." Jason rolls his eyes, but his cheeks flush all the same.

"lets get these off, yea?" you tug at his waistband, pulling down his pants and boxers, freeing his cock. he's already half hard, precum pooling at his tip. you wrap your hands around his base, using your other hand to rub your thumb over his tip. Jason's whole body jerks, and he lets out a string of curses as you slowly jerk him off.

"im not gonna last like this," he hisses, hands flying to your wrist.

"good."

"i want to cum inside you," he pleads, and you sigh, unable to resist indulging him.

"fine, baby, but i'm gonna need to prep myself first," you warn, and Jason nods fervently. "can you sit on my face?" he asks bluntly, and you chuckle.

"yea, okay," you reply, smiling to yourself as his face erupts in delight. you immediately rid yourself of your clothes, giving him a little show as you strip into nothing but your panties. looking him in the eye, you slowly tease the waistband of your underwear, slipping it down your thighs as your free hand sensually cups your cunt. ridding yourself of your undergarments, you watch Jason fight to stay still as you spread your folds.

"don't tease," he whines, and you smirk. "you know i can't help it," you reply, and Jason groans. it isn't long before your positioned over his face, drooly cunt right above him as your thighs fill the same role as earmuffs. large, rough hands find purchase on your hips, tugging your cunt downwards.

"need you t'sit, ma," Jason mumbles, licking a fat stripe between your folds. you moan softly, rolling your hips against his face. "there she is," he drawls, one hand keeping your hips steady while the other begins to draw steady circles on your clit. "that's my girl".

his pace is unrelenting as he eats you out, licking and sucking between your folds like theres no tomorrow. his thumb never leaves your pearl, stimulating your clit so perfectly until your thighs are shaking. it isn't long before you feel your orgasm approaching, and you barely have time to warn him before it washes over you.

"o-oh, Jason, 'm gonna-" you gasp, rolling your hips even harder as his nose and finger nudges your clit. he hums something you can't make out against your pussy, and in seconds the cord in your stomach tightens as pure orgasmic bliss floods over you. Jason helps you ride out your high for a few more seconds, making out with your drooling pussy and soaking up all of your release. when you pull away, you worry you may have suffocated him from how tight he's gripping your thigh. the sight of him, cheeks flushed and eyes fuzzy with your slick covering his lips will probably be the hottest thing you ever experience. you let out a soft whine at the sight, and Jason grins.

"you sure you can make it another round?" he teases, and you scoff. "can you? mister i can't last like this..." Jason flushes slightly, hips jerking as you align his aching dick with your entrance.

"you ready honey?"

"yea," he murmurs, leaning back and watching you with lust filled eyes as you begin to sink down onto his cock.

Jason lets out a needy moan as your heat begins to engulf his length. your barely passed his tip when his hips lurch, and it takes incredible self control to keep himself from giving in and pushing his fat cock into your needy cunt. you flutter around him, adjusting to his size as his eyes screw shut.

"almost there," you mumble, thighs shaking as you clench around him. Jason lets out a wanton moan, squeezing your hips as your cunt swallows his shaft. when you finally reach the base, he lets out a pathetic whine, twitching inside you when you role your hips. his cock reaches sl deel inside you, and just grinding down against him makes you see stars. you begin to roll your hips, lifting yourself up and slamming down as you set a brutal pace. Jason mewls, hips bucking as tears form in the corner of his eyes.

"y-you're so good f'me baby, so good- can feel your fat cock all the way up here-" you drag his hand towards your stomach, where the impression of his dick can be felt beneath your abdomen.

"o-oh god-" Jason moans, eyes rolling back as his head gets all fuzzy with pleasure. his moans are borderline pornographic, and he lets out the cutest little ah ah ah's as you clench around him. you can tell neither of you are going to last much longer, and you somehow manage to increase your pace even more, lifting yourself up intil only his tip is still inside and grinding back down.

"s'too much!" Jason's voice slurrs, and you let out a breathy whine.

"yea, yea i know baby, y'so good f'me, making me feel s'good- gonna cum for me big boy? gonna make me proud?" Jason lets out a sob, chest heaving as his dick twitches from deep within your cunt.

"yes, yes please- wanna be good f'you, please please please-" he's cut off by a strangled moan as he cums, eyes rolling back and thighs trembling as you feel his seed fill your cunt. the feeling of him coming inside brings you to the edge, and you clench around him as you see stars. your orgasm lasts for a blissful few seconds, in which galaxies dance across your vision as Jason continues rolling his hips until your both mewling in overstimulation.

you collapse against him, chest heaving as he wraps his arms around you. the feeling of his warm skin against your own is so pleasant, and you couldn't possibly feel any more intertwined. he doesn't move to pull out, and neither do you, letting yourself enjoy the feeling of closeness. you fight hard against exhaustion, but you know it's a losing battle as it feels as though your eyelids are magically being weighed down.

"now do you know that i love you?" you mumble, kissing his neck. Jason hums, eyelids fluttering. "yea... i do."

"i love you s'much, Jay.." you whisper, feeling sleep overcome you.

"i love you too."

this is unproofread bc im lazy... sorry 😭 i've been fighting for my life in school im SO sorry i havent been posting as much- my classes and job r kicking my ass ngl but i WILL be trying to push through more of the 2k event requests !!!

[koumine]

Jay gets real loud in this one 👍👍 [sub!bottom!Jason Todd x dom!top!demon!Reader] [SIHHIMH teaser]

teaser for my upcoming smut fic secrets I have held in my heart!  (it’s technically a crossover with Obey Me but all you need to know here is that Jay’s getting railed by a hot demon Reader 👌)

content tags: dom top Reader x sub bottom Jason Todd, GN race neutral Reader, Reader is a demon who has a penis with ridges, couch sex, biting, overstimulation (a bit), Jay is a loud fucking bottom 🍑💖

[RATED E BELOW] [WIP ZONE]    [-> masterlist!]

He whimpers and then moans when you hit his prostate, a full-throated cry and a clenching of his hands on the top edge of the sofa.  And then he bows his neck and presses his forehead against the upholstery, trembling helplessly, moaning so long and loud that he runs out of air for long seconds before gasping in the next breath, when you target his prostate mercilessly, grinding the ridges of your cock against it over and over and over…

It's no surprise when his first orgasm comes quick.  You purr in satisfaction and lay a gentle bite on the back of his neck as he shakes and groans through it — biting just hard enough to leave lasting marks on his skin, but not so hard that your pointed teeth pierce through and make him bleed.

"Fuck fuck fuck," he gasps when you keep fucking him, oversensitive in the post orgasm throes, yet wanting more all the same.

You run your hand up over his back, over the muscles that bunch and flex under the skin as he pushes back against your thrusts and struggles against his own urge to writhe in pleasure.  The creaking of the upholstery straining under his grip is almost inaudible beneath the delicious melody of his voice rising in wanton moans, beneath the harmony of slick sounds with every thrust of your cock in and out of him.

[grtchinight]

This boy is so fucking hot but is above being sub

Jason Todd x Reader

desperate

Jason Todd was aggressive. Everyone knew it. He was the hothead brother, the one that didn’t follow “the code”. He was just a little bit power-hungry, and he was okay with that. He loved having power, because he loved being in charge.

Your dynamic was fairly normal at home, in spite of his vigilantism-filled nights and whatever you may end up doing(you were a p. i. of sorts- a deadly one). At home, he cooked and you cleaned, both working hard to make sure your home was a clean environment. but what was interesting was the dynamic behind closed doors, in your rawest moments.

Jason was brash and and did his best to command the room when around others. But in your bedroom? The freedom of surrendering to you was every kind of release he needed from the stresses of his(very stressful) life. Anything you asked, he would do diligently. Even when the pegging conversation had happened, he’d said yes immediately. He never fought your requests, except for one;

“Don’t cum yet. “ you said firmly, as he squirmed under your touch. His breathing was erratic, and his eyes were glossing over. “Did you hear me, pet?” you tapped the side of his face with your palm a few times, not quite a slap. “ Hnnn,” he whined, his hips raising off the bed as he twitched. He was a mess now, and seeing him like that made you wet.

Your hand stopped moving and Jason’s’s face fell, his eyes focusing on you as he begged and tried to move his hips under you. You were perched on his thighs, his overstimulated dick in one had and your other around his throat, squeezing gently. His moans filled the room as you began stroking him again, slowly. A deep whine escaped him as you stopped once again and he threw his arms around you as he rubbed his dick against your stomach.His moans grew louder as he quickened his pace, and his hips ground into you erratically before he finally gasped and fell against the sheets, exhausted.

“Did that feel good, baby?” you asked sweetly. He looked up at you, salt and pepper covering his eyes. “You’re not mad? I thought you’d be mad, you told me not to so I was really worried you would be-“ “I’m not mad, pet. I’m excited!” He swallowed, watching you move lower and lower.

“Why are you exci- oHH” he moaned, twitching all over the bed as his cock disappeared inside your mouth. After making sure it was plenty wet, you ran your tongue along the shaft as you came up for air, and as soon as he got quiet you continued your assault of his member. You had to wrap your arms around his thighs to hold him still. He moaned your name over and over like a prayer, unable to manage anything else. He came again without warning, shooting a hot stream of cum right down your throat without warning you. As you pulled away and slid beside him, you grabbed his cock and began to stroke him.

His moans turned into muffled screams as you put your other hand over his mouth. You continued, as tears streamed down his face and his body shook. “What happens when we don’t listen, pet?” you asked softly, slowing your pace. Jason mumbled nothing in particular, his eyes still closed. “Answer me, you warned, squeezing lightly. “We get…. hhh,” he trailed off as you began to stroke him again, lost in the sensation. “What was that?” you demanded sharply.

“When we don’t listen, we get punished.”

[haveihitanerve]

A professor at Gotham Academy using the times Bruce Wayne goes on long business trips or vacations and times when Batman gets grievously injured as an example of correlation not causation. 

Dick Grayson having to leave the room to go to the nurse because he was laughing coughing so hard. 

Tim Drake walking past the classroom and tripping on air, eating shit on the linoleum floor. 

Stephanie Brown and Barbara Gordon, watching a live stream from the security cameras, snorting cereal and tea respectively from their noses.

Damian Wayne, crouched beneath the professors table, contemplating the consequences of stabbing him in the leg.

Cassandra Cain, the one who made the presentation, laughing in the vents.

Superman, in a meeting with Batman, eyes bulging out of his head as he tries to control his laugh. 

Batman, squinting suspiciously at Clark, and he knows he just knows his kids are behind it. Jason Todd, the professor. Grinning

[dxxdhood]

good looking

pairing: jason todd x gn!reader

summary: jason comes home after patrol, and he looks so nice you can't help but suck him off.

tags: smut (18+), oral (m receiving), hair pulling, slapping, sub!jason todd, dom!reader, brat taming, teasing

wc: 1.2k

It’s dark out, raining hard enough to crack concrete when he finally walks in. Jason’s eyes face the ground as he takes off his jacket and utility belt, bundling them both up and dumping them in the laundry basket to deal with later.

“Hey, how was the patrol?” you call out from the kitchen, fixing up dinner for the two of you.

He trudges over to you, blood finally visible in splotches on his undershirt in the dim kitchen light. “Could’ve been worse.”

Looking him over, you force yourself not to dwell on how attractive he looks in his crime-fighting attire. None of the cuts he has seem too deep. Luckily, most of the blood doesn’t seem to be his own. “No excuse for me not to make it better.”

And even though he’s half turned away and fully trying to hide it, he smirks.

.

Waiting in the bedroom for Jason usually never takes this long. You’ve already spent forever looking over every piece of the scenery, including Jason's bookshelf filled with novels he never has the time to read. Honestly, your impatience is making every second stretch out for longer than they need to. And even though you tried not to admit it earlier, you wanted to jump his bones the moment he walked in.

His hair was rain-slicked enough to where it curved across the back of his neck in half-curls, and water droplets ran down his cheeks following the strong line of his jaw.

He walks into the bedroom, then, deciding to finally make good on your promise. You run up to him, not even taking a second to admire him only clothed in a towel, and kiss him.

Jason takes a second to reciprocate. There’s always an undercurrent of insecurity when you initiate something with him, like on some level he can’t believe someone dishes out affection so easily. The thought has you kissing him harder, wrapping a hand around the back of his neck and into his hair, pulling gently at the strands.

Jason lets out a small sound, and you can feel the vibrations of it through your own body. You break away from the kiss, and he doesn’t have a moment to question it before you grab him by the hand and drag him to the bed.

“Glad to see you, too,” he snorts.

You don’t have the strength to shove him down, but you grip him by the shoulders and attempt to push him to the mattress. Jason, thankfully, takes the hint and lays himself down.

“You sure you don’t wanna eat dinner first? It smelled pretty good while I–” You crawl on top of him and kiss him deeply again, scratching your hands down his shoulders and biceps.

“I’ve been wanting you since you walked in,” you whisper into his ear, seeing his eyes widen from your peripheral vision. 

He exhales and wraps his hardened hands around your hips. “Well, shit, don’t let me stop you.”

You move down his body, now sitting on his thighs. He’s entirely laid out for you, only a towel to cover up his bottom half and he’s gorgeous. You run your hands across his pecs and abs, stopping to kiss at his nipples until he whimpers. Jason covers his mouth with a hand, but you grip it and pull it away, daring him with a gaze to try and stifle what you so badly want to hear. 

You pull the towel away, and sink down lower, head only inches away from his cock before you kiss down his v line and bite at his thighs.

“Holy shit–” he gasps, but you continue kissing up the inside of his thighs, getting dangerously close to his cock. Every time he thinks you’re finally going to lick at the base, you go back to lapping at the new bruises you’ve given him. You can tell it’s starting to turn him desperate by how he’s gripping the bed sheets hard enough to tear them, but he hasn’t begged for anything yet, so you continue teasing him.

“Jesus, baby, can you–” he cuts himself off in an attempt to swallow down another moan. Shame on him, didn’t you remind him already?

“Yes, Jason?” you ask sweetly, feeling up the muscles in his ass and thighs.

“Shit! Can’t you just touch me already?”

You respond by sending a hand up to grip harshly at his hair, sucking a particularly nasty bruise at the apex of one of his thighs. 

“Sorry, sweetie, I'm sensing a tone issue,” Hah, thank god you’re the one in control tonight, because you could tell Jason wanted to spank you for that one.

“Fuck! Please, baby, please touch me. I swear I’ll be g-good, just please–” And in response, you finally lick a stripe from the tip of his cock down to the base. 

Jason groans and fidgets, wrinkling the sheets, but you ignore him and begin swirling your tongue around his head. You get close to taking him in your mouth, your lips perched right at his dick, but whenever you sense his anticipation becoming too great, you go back to teasing him at the base or licking at his balls. 

Before Jason even has the time to beg again, you decide to take him all with no warning, and his hips immediately twitch up. You feel his tip tickling the back of your throat, but you shove his hips back down on the bed, and he whimpers at the harsh treatment.

You stare back up at him, and his eyes are so pretty. Watery and ready to spill over if you don’t start moving soon. You take pity on him and begin sliding up and down at an annoying slow pace. 

He sighs, but he places his hands against your head, scratching against your scalp. You reach a hand from his hips to rub at his nipple, and Jason’s body tenses as he lets out a curse, allowing you to go faster and rub your tongue against his sensitive vein.

“Ah! Fuck, please–” Jason begs, clearly unsure of what he’s even asking for, but his face is so tense, sweat mixing with water from the shower, and you know he needs a little something to push him over the edge. 

You slap his cheek and he moans loud enough for your neighbors to hear. Before he even realizes it himself, his cock starts to twitch and he cums in your mouth. 

He looks horrified for a moment, probably feeling like an asshole for not giving you a heads up, but you slide off of his dick, still making complete eye contact, and swallow right in front of him. 

You swear you see his eyes roll back in his head as he slams his head back down on the pillow.

“That’s was– Oh my god, that was–” you chuckle at how thoroughly you’ve broken him.

“Amazing, right?” you snuggle up next to him, kissing his cheek. “Now what about mine?”

[ferritins]

IN A STITCH, IN A PINCH | J. TODD

SUMMARY: you’ve developed something of a friendship with the Outlaws, but you’re not quite sure about what the irascible Red Hood thinks of you.

WARNINGS: graphic description of burn injury, oblique reference to canonical parental drug dependency, reader is a meta.

NOTES: bringing back an old work! Re: the burns treatment depicted here - my area of study was clinical microbiology, not emergency medicine; everything I know about burns is relegated to opportunistic Staphylococcus aureus infection and how Gram negative skin flora influence wound healing. Take none of what you see in this fic as medical advice; if you do have a severe burn, call 999 and get your arse to an A&E ASAP.

After an extraterrestrial incident in your city that ended with something to the tune of 5 and a half million dollars worth of property damage and you knitting Arsenal's torn-open back together in a moment of adrenaline-fuelled insanity, you've developed something of a friendship with the Outlaws.

What that really means is that you periodically come off your shift at the hospital to find 2 mercenaries and an alien princess divesting your fridge of it's contents, and get wheedled into using your meta abilities to heal wounds that would otherwise take them out of play for a good few months.

You're under no illusions. You're aware that a healer is a useful contact to have, that should the situation necessitate it they'll take the few scant inches you can give and run a mile with them.

However, you're also aware that being a meta is a risk and that it pays to be liked and valued by dangerous people.

It's a friendship of convenience, but a friendship nonetheless.

Kori picks you up bodily and spins you in a tight circle until you're giggly and dizzy when confess her favourite shirts of yours are always freshly washed, just in case.

Roy gives you a vulgar wink when you order his shirt off to take a look at where his back scarred over, but faithfully applies the Vitamin E cream you give him for the scarring, trusting you to ease his discomfort, and sneaks bottles of your favourite elderflower cordial and the tins of Zambuk you can never find in the US for you to find when he leaves.

The only one you can't quite puzzle out your relationship with is Jason. He's taciturn, stands watch faithfully as Roy and Kori pull you into friendly hugs and dizzy spins, pepper playful kisses on your cheek and rub their knuckles into your hair. He rolls his eyes at his teammates' antics, huffs through his nose at your fussing.

Sometimes though, he'll call you sweetheart in a low rasp as he bumps you away from the sink to take over doing the dishes.

Sometimes, you think you catch him watching you with something unnameable and warm in his eyes.

You're not expecting your front door to fly open and damn near off the hinges late on Saturday evening — just as you're fresh out of the shower and only just into your pyjama shirt & shorts, might you add — but your alarm and annoyance die on your tongue when you see Roy and Kori's grim faces and the way that Jason sways despite both of their considerable strength holding him up.

You smell the odd, sour-smoke char of burned flesh as they pass you to ease Jason down oh so gently onto your sofa, and your gut goes cold with fear. The burn, once you get his shirt cut open, is not as extensive as you'd feared, but it's still something from a horror scene.

It's a third degree burn, skin mulberry-red, weeping and blistered in a long arc that curls up from his right hip to just under his right pectoral.

"Bloody hell." You breathe, horrified.

You run to your room, digging out your first aid kit, and drop to your knees by the couch as you tear it open.

Roy snorts, bitter as cyanide. "Yeah, that's a fairly accurate summary of the situation, sweets. The only reason he's still alive is because he dodged and got a glancing blow from the energy beam instead of a direct hit."

You look up from Jason's side.

"I'll need you and Kori to get some things." You say, hands shaking at the prospect of the task in front of you. "I can reduce the severity of the burn to a first degree, maybe, but it–"

"What do you need?" Kori snaps, terse. You reel off a list - topical antiseptic, light bandages, a banana bag & an IV kit, amoxicillin - and then look to Roy.

"I need you to get him to take some co-codamol. It'll kick in in about 10 minutes given his enhanced metabolism, but I can't do anything until he's got painkillers in him."

Roy's brows tighten further.

"Jason doesn't do opiates."

"Roy, if this was anybody else he'd be hooked up to IV morphine! If I start working on him without him having painkillers, he'll go into shock which could kill him." You exclaim.

You make low, soothing sounds when Jason tenses at the shouting, only to groan at the fresh wave of agony in his side.

The sound of Jason's pain seems to be decisive enough for Roy, who moves round the couch and grabs the box of effervescent tablets, dissolving two in water and coaxing Jason into drinking it down.

When the glass is empty, Roy is back to his feet, quick as lightning. He strides to the door, shepherding Kori out of your apartment.

"We'll be back with everything you need in half an hour, tops. Please, help him."

Jason comes out of the shrieking adrenaline of agony to the sound of your voice, and a slight cotton fuzz in his head.

Narcotics, then, but a fairly low dose for him to still retain this degree of alertness. Feeling the encroaching spectre of that terrible pain just barely held at bay, finds he's grateful for the medication.

He goes to prop himself up on his elbows, only to strike a line of phosphorus-white flare of pain down his side that has him hissing breath through gritted teeth.

Above him, you make a startled sound, press a hand to his sternum to keep him down. His eyes catch yours, and he sees the relieved sag of your spine and shoulders at the alertness in his eyes.

"Thank fuck you didn't go into shock." You sigh. "Stay still, I've just about got this down to a second degree burn. I've just got your hip."

You snap off your nitrile gloves and lean forward, cupping his face in your hands. "Don't make a habit of this. You'll kill us off with stress if you keep on nearly-dying."

As if on cue, the front door opens and Roy and Kori come into the living room, pharmacy bags clutched tightly in their grips and fragile hope in their eyes.

When they see Jason's alert eyes, the slow knit of skin and sub-dermal tissue and hear his sheepish grumbling in, response to you, their smiles are like sunlight.

Healing the burn is slow going, taking a full five evenings after your shifts.

Roy and Kori are intent on Jason staying the full course of treatment — settled by a, literally, on account of Kori, flaming row when he asks for his helmet and body armour —and though your entreaties are quieter, they're no less insistent.

It serves him right, probably, but it's driving him to distraction.

Specifically, the feeling of your hands over his skin is driving him to distraction.

He's not sure whether it's mercy or the sweetest of torture when you approach him, eyes darting down his body in a way that's half-assessing, half appraising before the heat-shock of your touch makes contact, pieces his skin back together.

(The thing is, Jason's attuned to everything about you, has been ever since you pulled Roy's flayed skin back shut whilst the city was still smoking behind you, totally unafraid in scrub trousers and a hoodie.

He's got it bad, and it's not exactly subtle.

Roy and Kori haven't missed that, or the way he reacts to you, judging by the raised eyebrows and teasing smirks as they lean up against the wall and watch you work.

He hopes the glare he levels at them over the top of your head communicates exactly what he'll do to them if they open their mouths.

It all comes to a head on Monday evening, when you come home from your OR shift, duck into the shower and then come into the living room in a too-large grey t-shirt and deliciously short sleep pants.

Jason's heart stops for a second. He lets his eyes flit despairingly over to Roy and Kori as you prep your kit, watches their unrepentant grins with a burning resentment towards them.

Having you this close to him, worry-soft and lit like a Rembrant from the lamp on the side table without being able to touch you is the closest thing to hell there is. You're close enough that he can smell the overlapping, inoffensive fragrances of your facial skincare products, see the faint pearlescent sheen of the residue of some serum on the apples of your cheeks, the tip of your nose, the soft line of your jaw.

Your nitrile-gloved hand settles gently on the raw new skin just above his hip and he jumps, his own broad hand flying up defensively to catch your wrist and still your movement. It's a mistake he regrets immediately.

The skin of your wrist is still tacky-soft with still-settling moisturiser, hair curling damp where the spray of your shower caught it. Jason's mind spins an unbidden reel of your hands, smoothing lotion over the plush expanse of your thighs, the line of your neck and the gentle swell of your décolletage, the curve of your hip.

He presses his eyes shut tightly.

He feels feral, the hungry bones of him blown open and exposed like the hull of a shipwreck. He wants to worry marks the shape of his mouth into your thighs, your neck, across your collarbones. He wants your knees bracketing his hips, the weight of you on top of him.

God, he wants–

"Are you okay? You're not in too much pain, are you?" He hears you ask.

He knows he's in far too deep when the thought of tasting the way the words roll off your tongue flits across his mind.

"Sorry." He croaks, releasing your hand. "Instinct."

(Roy turns to Kori with a snort, murmuring low so you can't hear.

"He's been watching like he wants to eat them alive since the first time we met and it's a miracle he's got enough blood north of his waistband to be capable of speech, but sure. Instinct.")

[pinkmelodie]

Making out with Bi-Han <33

{This can also be imagined as other characters like miguel o’hara, colonel konig, bruce wayne, gojo, etc}

. . . Okay I don’t know what possessed me to write this at 2:30 in the morning when I have 2 other fics to finish but….I just can’t get Bi-Han out of my mind 😖 I want him so bad it’s not even funny anymore

౨ৎ ~ 18+ ~ ౨ৎ

Bi-Han who comes home to you literally pouncing on him before he can even get halfway through the doorway. He’s about to scold you for your behaviour before he sees your teary face. You’re whining- no,  crying for him. “Baby please, need you so bad.” 

Any other day and he’d punish you for your needy behaviour, but the way you were looking at him was something even a man with a heart of ice couldn’t resist. When he didn’t bend you over on his thigh, you knew that was the sign for you to latch your mouth onto his. You practically inhaled him, pushing your lips against his and gasping into his mouth like you were attempting to perform cpr. You were whining and licking at his mouth and it was so fucking filthy he didn’t even know how to respond. He just planted his big, cold hands on your hips and let you devour him whole.

 He subtly pulled you further onto his lap and watched as you grind onto him, moaning and whimpering while you shoved your tongue down his throat. He didn’t know what was up with you, but for once—he let you be the one to use him. Drool dripped out of your joined lips but you didn’t care, you just kept humping his bulge like a bitch in heat. You were muttering incoherent phrases now between sloppy kisses, gasping for breaths you didn’t want to take because it meant being away from his inviting mouth. “I love you- I love youIloveyou.” you chanted like a mantra.

He was moving your hips onto his in a steady rhythm, grinding your twitching clit onto the heavy bulge in his loose pants. He’d barely even walked through the door and you had tackled him onto the couch to grind into him like a desperate whore—tho secretly, he loved seeing you like this. Always so fucking desperate for him and only him. He’d have to punish you for your sluttish behaviour later, but for right now, he let you have your way with him and quietly whispered back, “I love you too.”

. . .

I swear I’m working on a longer fic rn for my 200 followers special ! I’m doing another Gaz ask too, so stay tuned ^^ Have a great day/night all !

[sanguineterrain]

gag gift | jason todd

Summary: A gift from a friend results in quite the evening for you and Jason.

Pairing: Jason Todd x AFAB!reader 

Word count: 1.5k

Kinktober fill: Day 2 - Pegging

Warnings/tags: pegging, strap-ons, anal sex, vaginal penetration, coming untouched, sub!Jason, bottom!Jason, reader refers to the strap as their dick, humiliation, size difference, pet names.

A/N: me every time I see Jason: he needs to be knocked up. anyways. enjoy :)

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Well. It started as a gag gift.

A kinky Halloween joke from a close friend. A big, black, double-sided strap-on.

So you'd showed it to Jason last night. His reaction had been surprising, to say the least.

...Now it's out of the box. On you.

"Look at how hard I am for you," you say, wiggling your hips. The strap stays put under your pajama shorts, though they do absolutely nothing to hide it.

It's meant to be a tease, your words, but then you look up at Jason and he's got a stunned expression on his face. His eyes can't stop flicking down.

"It's so big," he says, Adam's apple bobbing as he swallows. He's right.

You grin. "Think I'll fit?"

And judging from the way Jason shifts, he wants you to try.

So here you are.

You slide off your shorts and the strap juts free. You leave your shirt on, liking how the hem sticks out over your strap.

"So?" you ask, raising an eyebrow. "Am I fucking you or what, baby?"

Jason nods and removes his pants and underwear in one go. His cheeks are slightly flushed.

He's already hard.

You join him on the bed, pushing your way between his legs. Jason lies down at your beckoning. You look down, positioning your hips against his. Jason follows your gaze.

"Look at that," you say, your strap against Jason's cock. "My dick is bigger than yours, honey."

Your pussy throbs at the sight. Jason whimpers as you slide your strap against his cock. He's usually huge, but next to your strap, he's kind of... small. Is that all it takes?

You imagine him shrinking as you grow impossibly bigger inside of his hole. You imagine a knot at your base, swelling as you mount and breed him like a dog. Looks like you'll have to do some research on toys later.

"All those muscles and height, and I've still got a bigger cock than you," you say, tone gentle even though your words are not. "Your cock is so cute, sweetheart."

Jason's chest is red with a humiliated blush. You're sure your pupils dilate at the sight.

"And I can stay hard forever. You blow your load after a couple of strokes."

You brush your fingers through his curls and get a good grip. You tilt Jason's head back, mouth slotting against yours. He makes a soft noise as you kiss him, lashes fluttering against your cheeks. You pull away slightly.

"Seems like I should be fucking you, huh?" you ask. "I don't get dumb and leaky when I fuck a hole like you do, sweetie."

Your strap pushes against his stomach. Jason whines when you tug his hair harder. You pull your bottom lip between your teeth.

"My big guy. Big, pretty guy. All you have to do is squirt on your tits."

"They're not—"

"Well, of course they are, honey bunches," you say, groping his pecs under his shirt. Jason hisses. "It's obscene, the way you go out in your tight little white shirts, nipples hard. Maybe I'll fuck your tits after."

You gesture for him to take off his shirt and he does. It lands somewhere behind you. You flick and pinch his nipples. Jason lets out a shuddering breath.

"Yeah? You like that?" you ask, pushing your hips against him.

"Uh-huh," Jason says, sensitive all over with how close you are, how every bit of his skin touches yours.

"Pretty boy," you say, hands going to his face. Jason dwarfs you like this, but you love how docile he is, how reactive to your touch.

"Did you do what I asked?" you say, gripping the back of his neck, lips on his cheek.

"Y-yeah, opened myself up," Jason says.

"Oh, yeah? So I can just push right in? Fuck you loose?"

You feel around Jason's hole, and it's indeed wet with lube. You grin.

"Such a good boy. You wanted to get fucked fast, didn't you?"

You grab the undersides of Jason's huge thighs and force him to bend at the knees so he's spread open for you. You pat him when you're satisfied with how wide he's spread.

"Hold your legs open," you say, and Jason does, grabbing his thighs and keeping them parted.

You cup his balls. Jason chokes and nearly releases his thighs. You tilt your head.

"You feel heavy," you say. "You need to come, don't you?"

You play with his balls, watching Jason's stomach twitch in response. His knuckles are white from how tightly he's holding his thighs. Your strap nudges Jason's hole and more precum beads on the tip of his cock.

"Please," he says. Your gaze sharpens at the first hint of begging.

"Please, what?" you ask. More pre gurgles out of Jason's leaky cock head.

"Want you inside, please."

"Sure?" you ask.

Jason nods frantically. "Yeah, yeah, please, c'mon, plea—hnngh."

"It's only the tip, sweetheart," you say, gleeful at the way Jason's eyelids flutter.

You rub his legs, then move to grab his waist instead. Your hands aren't even close to touching. Jason's stomach bunches in rolls, simultaneously strong and soft.

"'S big," Jason says, stomach tensed as you keep pushing in.

"I know," you say, ego tripping at the fact that you've only pushed in a little and Jason's already tightening around you. "Gotta relax for me, honey pie. Know my cock is big in your little hole."

You hear him force out deep breaths through his nose. Slowly, inch by inch, you bully your way inside. The strap presses back inside of you and rubs your clit, but not so much that it's a full distraction. You're still able to focus on the fact that you're stuffing Jason.

"Good?" you ask, a little strained from the pressure. The strap sinks further into you.

Jason nods, mouth parted in a tight moan. "Good, oh m'God. Y'dick feels so good."

You bite your lip and resist the urge to hammer away at him. You have to take it slow.

"If I had my way, you'd never get to fuck me," you say. "I'd be inside of you all day, baby. Every time I got hard, I'd fill you up."

Jason moans, lifting his hips so you can fuck him deeper. You hover over him, hands on either side of his head. You dip your mouth to his neck.

"Is that what you want?" you ask, breath hot on his ear. "Wanna get fucked everyday? Wake up with my dick in you?"

You look down and watch your strap slide in and out. The sight makes your brain buzz. All it took was a little petting and Jason's wet and easy for you.

"I... I can fuck ya too," he squeezes out. "Do it a lot."

You coo. "But I'm bigger than you, sweetie. And I last longer. Maybe I should tie up your stupid dick so you won't cream your pants every time I pet you a little. You need to be trained before you can fuck me again."

You bottom out before Jason can reply, his words melting into a high moan.

"How do I feel?" you ask, wrapping an arm around Jason's leg. He lets you push it back further, not even hesitating at the stretch.

"Feel s'good inside a'me," he says, blinking to focus. "Ah, p-please move, please, baby, gonna be so good, be so good for you—"

So you move. Now, the stimulation on your clit and inside of you is at its height. You chase the pleasure, the build of your orgasm.

Jason's being good, holding his legs open, even though his arms are shaking.

"I fuck you on my cock and you're already shaking?" you ask, diving down to bite the junction of his neck and shoulder. You busy yourself with marking him up, sucking his skin, until—

"Uh, uh, mmgh!"

Unintelligible sounds make you lift your head. Jason's eyes are wet in the corners.

"Th-there, right there—"

You thrust again and Jason's entire body tightens. Precum dribbles steadily from his cock.

Jason's not the only one who learns fast.

"Don't touch yourself," you say. "Hands off. Got it?"

He nods. "Got it. Please, please can ya—"

Again and again, you hit that magical spot, perfecting your angle in the process. Jason's moans become high, aching whimpers. His entire face and chest are red. Sweat beads on his forehead. His cock is steadily leaking onto his stomach.

Meanwhile, your own orgasm builds, the strap thrusting into you with every move. You feel that familiar curl of lightning low in your belly.

Jason's eyes are squeezed tight now and he sounds like he's crying a little bit. You don't stop your brutal pace.

"Gonna!" he cries, and it's the only warning you get before Jason comes all over his stomach and chest.

"Almost there," you pant, focusing on your release. Jason whines with each additional thrust, and you ease off, trying to keep them shallow for his sake.

It isn't long before you come too, pussy clenching around the strap while it's still inside of Jason. He moans when you come, bonelessly reaching for your body.

"T-too much," he says, voice wrecked, and you pull out, taking pity.

You roll over onto the bed, taking Jason's hand.

"Best gag gift ever," he says, after some time, and you giggle into his shoulder.

[redr0sewrites]

Werewolf!Jason Todd Imagine

🥀A/n: veeeerrry self indulgent. happy late birthday jason todd my beloved!!!

🥀Cw: afab!reader, filthy smut, werewolf kink (?), switch!jason todd, dom/sub dynamics, overstimulation, very slight sub/ puppy kink on jays end if u squint, breeding kink, porn w no plot, grinding, masturbation, knotting, oral (m and f receiving), size kink

🥀minors dni

Jason was shocked at how well you took the news that he was a werewolf. he expected you to be outraged, or worse, break up with him. intrigue- and maybe even arousal- was certainly not the reaction he had expected.

with you being a human, Jason was very adamant about not hurting you during sex- especially when it came to knotting. he explains that not only is he bigger than most, but during a full moon, or worse, a rut, he changes.

the first time you sleep together, he's so nervous, all slow and gentle, prepping you for at least an hour and making you cum twice before practically splitting you in half on his cock. he's all sensitive and needy, struggling to stay in control as his primal instincts battle against his self awareness.

he wants nothing more than to flip you over and fuck you senseless, breed you 'till your carrying his pups, and yet, he waits. even wheb you both begin sleeping together more frequently, Jason cares about you more than anything else, and he pushes down his desires in favor of your comfort. that doesn't mean they aren't still present, and a horribly timed rut coinciding with a full moon certainly doesn't help matters.

Jason is powerless to his own hormones, and at first he's telling you to stay away, trying to handle it on his own. you can tell he's desperate from the straining rasp of his voice behind the door to your bedroom, and after some pleading on your part, he finally lets you in- and what a sight to behold. his cock is already at full mast, twitching against his abdomen. his hand is still wrapped around the base of his cock, and his most recent release is drying on his tip. he's so hard it hurts, his balls and knot aching to be inside you. the low baritone of Jason's voice rumbles across the room, beckoning you closer. your squeezing your thighs together at the mere sight of him, at how much his dick has grown in his half-transformation.

hes so big, you aren't sure you can even take him, but you know damn well you're going to try.

his heat is growing worse by the minute, and Jason is practically growling at you by the time you make your first move. he moves to the edge of the bed, watching you like an apex predator as you sink down on your knees between his strong thighs, admiring his toned body as you descend. his claws dig into the sheets, and just your breath on his cock has him practicing breathing excercises to prevent cumming too early. he's hot and heavy in your mouth, and you can barely fit his knot down your throat, let alone his entire cock. his full balls slap against your chin, and he lets out a low keen, almost a whimper, when you begin to suck him off.

Jason struggles not to take over and fuck your throat entirely, desperately trying to keep his hips from pistoning up off the mattress as you blow him. a clawed hand nestles on top of your head, gently but firmly controlling your movements.

it isn't long before his first orgasm of the night is approaching, hightened by his hypersensitivity. the sight of you on your knees in front of him, all sweet and innocent and desperate to help him out has him emptying his load down your throat in just a few minutes.

"fffuuck- oh fuck, baby-" Jason moans, thighs twitching as you swallow his cum. his grip loosens on your hair as he moves to cup your cheek. you pull away, leaving a trail of spit between his tip and your lips. Jason growls at the sight, pulling you up onto the bed with frenzied haste.

"i need to taste you..." he murmurs, directing you to lay down. Jason watches you squirm towards the head of the bed, peeling off your own clothes in anticipation. "stay there," you coo, tossing your panties to the side, leaving you completely bare. "wouldn't want you to be an impatient pup, would we?" you tease, and he whines under his breath. he watches your little show with mock amusement, ignoring the desperate ache in his cock when you begin to mischievously tease yourself. at the sight of your glassy eyes and spread folds he groans, your fingers, tiny in comparison to his, rubbing swift circles on your clit combined with your scent overwhelms his senses.

"stop teasing," he murmurs, but doesn't move. "aw, can't have a little self control? what are you gonna do about it?" you whisper, spreading your legs wider and curling a finger inside. you moan out his name and make direct eye contact, watching how his eyes darken as you continue to touch yourself. his self control wavers for a second, then snaps completely.

he crawls towards you on the mattress, animalistic with need as he parts your thighs, revealing your glistening cunt, already wet from your ministrations. you pull your hands away, noting how his pupils expand at the sight of you. your chest heaves as his hand makes its way down your navel towards your clit. his free hand grips hard on the skin of your thigh, holding you in place and leaving crescent marks in its wake.

"should punish you for teasing me like that," he murmurs, his breath hot against your cunt. "y-you wont," you quip, spreading your legs just slightly to accentuate your words. "you're too needy. like a bitch in heat," you coo, and Jason curses before pinching your clit between too fingers. his claws provide extra stimulation, almost painful but not quite, and you let out a yelp of pleasure.

in response, you move to touch him, but he shakes his head. "hands off, 'want you t'focus on me," he slurs, leaning down on his stomach to inhale your scent. you stubbornly oblige, realizing how truly needy he is, and bring your hands up above your head so you can watch him intently.

Jason begins by circling your clit with his thumb, his claws gently grazing your sensitive skin. entranced by the sight of your pussy fluttering and clenching around nothing, he leans down to press a soft kiss against your aching cunt before licking a stripe up towards where he's circling your pearl. his pace never slows as he sloppily makes out with your pussy, sucking and swirling his tongue against your entrance while simultaneously rubbing harsh circles on your clit. his claws tease against your thigh, and you realize that he's humping the mattress as he's eating you out. he's so far gone he doesn't even realize, and the sight of his hips rocking against the bed in time with his tongue makes your cunt clench.

the coil in your gut tightens as you try to warn him of your upcoming orgasm and he shushes you, the soft vibrations of his words against your pussy making you buck your hips. "cmon, baby- ffuck- give it t'me. please... need to taste you.." he moans, grinding down even harder against the mattress. Jason's tongue laps against your aching hole, sucking and swallowing your juices as the coul in your abdomen snaps altogether. with a stuttering moan he cums too, not even pausing as he continues to ride out both of your highs. your bordering on overstimulation as he keeps sucking on your abused pussy, and you try to squirm away, only for him to pull your cunt flush against his face once again.

"one more, please baby, jus' one more, don' wanna hurt you," he moans incoherently against your entrance. you nod, and he lets out a few murmured thank you's against your flushed inner thighs before diving his tongue back into your cunt. slurping and sucking, he works you up slower this time, watching you squirm slightly from overstimulation. your previous orgasm left you even more sensitive than before and he'll gladly use that to his advantage.

removing his hand from your pearl, Jason hones in on your clit with his tongue, swirling in ways that make you see stars. his grip is firm on your thighs, large claws sinking into your soft skin. he's practically purring between your legs, moaning and mewling about how delicious you taste and how badly he needs you.

his fat cock is already hard, but he restrains himself from humping against the bed. he wants to savor the feeling of entering your pretty pussy, and edges himself to the thought of cumming inside of you. his pace becomes more fervent as your orgasm approaches, causing you to whine and buck against him.

Jason whispers out soft praises against your cunt, bringing you to the edge for the second time. your orgasm is even better than the first, and your eyes roll back into your head as a wave of pure bliss washes over you. Jason fucks you through it, unrelenting with his tongue until your squirming away.

your juices coat his face, and he doesn't hesitate to lick up the remains of your orgasm. you watch as he crawls up to you, capturing your lips with his own. you can taste yourself on his tongue, and it only makes you needier as Jason groans into the kiss. his cock is painfully hard and pressing against your thigh, and he pulls away to look at you with a pitiful expression.

"please, need to be inside you, ma," he begs, and you don't hesitate to allow him. "of course, baby, take what you need," you coo, cupping his face as he trembles. the pet name makes his cock twitch, and he struggles to restrain himself from fucking you right then and there. "are y'sure? i don't want t' hurt you.." he trails off, rubbing circles on your hips with his claws. your quite aware of the lust thrumming beneath the surface of his seemingly calm demeanor, the twitching of his fat cock and the consistent, slight rocking of his hips against your thigh gave him away.

"oh jay, you're so sweet, too good f'me, my pretty boy.." you coo, and he swallows hard. you gently push on his chest, flipping him over on his back. he's huge, all muscle and strength, and yet he melts from just your simple touches. you straddle him, and his head short circuits as everything around him starts to become fuzzy. when you take control it's like his head is filled with honey, leaving him all dazed and submissive for you. his eyes are wide and glassy as you situate yourself above his cock, teasing him by grinding down on him before slowly aligning his enlarged tip with your entrance.

"relax, honey. be a good pup f'me and take a deep breath," you coo, slowly starting to sink down on to his dick. Jason twitches at the feeling of your warm cunt beginning to suck him in. it takes everything in him to be a good boy, to not buck up into you and fuck you senseless 'till your drooling and whimpering, fucked full of his cum and begging for more more more-

Jason keens, struggling to differentiate between fantasy and reality while you struggle to take him in. his knott is thick, and his cock is bigger than ever before, which is to say, nearly impossibly huge. you can tell he's already too far gone to realize how much his cock is twitching, or even realize how he's shallowly humping up against you. his head is already so fuzzy, desperate to be inside you, but he doesn't want to hurt you either.

you swallow hard, gritting your teeth through the pain of the stretch as you sink farther down his cock. you're almost halfway there and Jason is already babbling, claws digging hard into your hips and hybrid ears pricked upwards. you brace yourself on his tummy, sinking down further until you've not only engulfed his knot but halfway down his length. Jason lets out a strangled whine, and you meet his desperate gaze.

"ffuck- can i- can i move, please, y'taking me s'well, wanna mate with you-" he babbles, claws digging into your skin in desperation. "mngh- not y-yet, baby, still gotta take you inside me," you manage out, and Jason nods, flushing an even deeper red at how needy he sounds. he's trying desperately not to blow his load and cum too quickly, but you're making it soo hard the way you're squeezing and fluttering around him.

you bite down hard on your lip, determined to take him to the hilt. you can tell Jason is nearing his breaking point, you know how painful his rut can be and you don't want him to wiat any longer. taking a deep breath, you sink down further and further, ignoring the pain of the stretch until your seated fully on his cock. Jason lets out a wanton moan, throwing his head back against the pillows as you grasp your bearings.

you slowly begin to rock back and forth on his cock, letting the pain melt into pleasure as his length reaches places you've never felt before. you let out a sharp whimper as his tip brushes your cervix, and Jason stills.

"wait- am i hurting you?" he gasps out between pants, immediately grabbing hold of your hips. "i don't want t'hurt you-" you cut him off with a kiss, struggling to control your breathing as his length twitches inside you. "no, honey, 'm ok, you're just so big, im not used to it," you admit, and Jason eyes you with worry. "are you sure? we can stop, i- i dont-"

"its okay, Jay, im okay, see?" you reply, trying to soothe his worries by increasing your pace. you immediately let out a soft moan as you grind down on his dick, and Jason follows suit. you can still see the anxiety in his eyes, when an idea strikes. you grab one of his large hands from your waists, bringing it to your stomach where an apparent bulge was forming from his size.

"fffuuck- see Jay? 'm not hurting, m just- o-oh- 'm so full, Jay, y'fill me so well.." you coo, increasing your pace yet again. Jason watches, mesmerized by the squelching sounds of your cunt with each thrust and the growing bulge in your tummy. Jason curses loudly, tears welling in his eyes as you flutter around him. "im so close Jay, fuck 'm so close," you whine, rolling your hips against his with increasing fervor. he lets out a near pathetic mewl, bucking his hips up against yours as tears stream down his face.

"oh fuck- shit, shit please ma im so close- mate with me please"

"o-oh- you can cum, baby, you can cum," you reassure him, grinding down harder as your release crashes through you. every nerve in your body is on fire as waves of ecstasy wash over you. you can barely breathe, barely think, everything replaced with him, him, him. the sight of you gushing around his cock and squeezing him like a vice brings Jason to the edge, and he cums in tandem with you, filling your pretty cunt with his seed and babbling out your name like a prayer.

"y'so good Jay, so so good f'me," you gasp out, slowing to a stop as overstimulation begins to overcome you. Jason, too incoherent to reply, merely nods, and you chuckle softly at his fucked-out state. his cock hasn't returned to its usual size, still swelled inside your heat. you don't make an effort to pull away, and neither does Jason, content in staying joined together for the time being. you lay down on his chest, matching your breathing to his as exhaustion weighs over you.

"thank you," Jason rumbles, hands running up and down your sides. "thank you so- hic- much-" you realoze he's crying softly, and the realization makes you tear up too. "why are we crying?" you ask, and he laughs. "i don't even know- i just love you so much," he replies, and you laugh too. you aren't sure if you're giggling or sobbing, but you do know that you're exhausted. you nuzzle into his neck, and Jason gently kisses your cheek.

"go to sleep," he murmurs. "you're human body can't take much more."

"oh, shut it," you reply, but don't argue. as you melt into his embrace, you let sleep slowly claim you, knowing that you'll clean up in the morning.

hhheeeyyyy guys. my only explanation is im ovulating rn. so. erm. yippee!!! 3k words of werewolf smut!!!!

[cherypopin]

practice write because I've never written fanfic before lol

Jason Todd x chubby!gn reader

warnings: smut, mentions of an ED and insecurities. god awful writing. if i missed anything pls tell me

remember you are all beautiful bad bitch's and I love you

word count: 360 short practice run

Jason noticed immediately, how couldn't he when it involved you? He noticed every time you looked to closely into the mirror, everytime you pushed away food you usually love, he noticed the moment you stopped wearing anything that showed your stomach or thighs. (which drove him insane because how could you hide those of all things from him :c) he especially noticed the way you started to pull away whenever things got too heated, the way you'd pull down on your jacket to make sure everything was hidden gave him a slight idea of what was going on. 

Still he prayed he was wrong. 

His breaking point was when he walked in on you changing. Taking the time to soak in every beautiful curve imagining all the sinful things he could do to you, well will do to you. You just looked too good!  Just as he was making his way behind you, deathly silent in hopes to spook you a bit he heard something he swears made the vinyl record in his head stop.  

“I'm ugly,” you sighed tears burned at the corners of your eyes as they drifted down to the stretch marks that littered your thighs. 

The sound that left him reminded you of the time you made an off-handed comment about how Nightwing was a better hero than the red hood. Before you could acknowledge him he had his hands on your hips spinning you around to face him, his height much more noticeable now as he towered over you. 

“Excuse you?” His voice was low and husky in a way that sent shivers down your spine. “Apologize, now.” a rough calloused hand gently grabbed your chin forcing you to look into his green eyes. Your mouth hung agape, not sure what to say; heat began racing up your cheeks. And strangely enough between your legs. 

His eyes narrowed, flicking between your own and your mouth. His tongue darted out to lick his top lip, “doll, I need you to apologize.” he leaned down, face buried into your neck as he gently sucked and kissed. Savoring every soft whine that left you. “Or I'll make you.”

[koumine]

😈😈 ~ make me ~ 😈😈 [omega!sub!Jason Todd x alpha!dom!GN!Reader] [A/B/O] [teaser]

teaser for an upcoming, still untitled smut fic! ngl the title will probably end up being Arctic Monkeys lyrics again

content tags: omega sub Jason Todd x alpha dom Reader, GN race neutral Reader, A/B/O dynamics!, bratty Jason, hair pulling, submission bite, in this house Jason Todd is multiracial, fight me ✨

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[RATED M BELOW] [WIP ZONE] [-> masterlist!]

"I can see you overthinking right now," you say, amused.  You have him pinned to the bed by a hand twined into the soft curls at the back of his head and a knee pressed to the small of his back.

He cracks dark sea-green eyes open just enough to send you a shitty look back over his shoulder, the brat.  "Means you ain't doing your job, alpha," he snarls, "seeing as the whole point of this was to get me to stop —" 

He breaks off with a gasp when you fist your hand in his hair and tug hard enough to shift his head across the bed.  Another rub of his cheek against the bedsheet, and the twin sensations, that sinful softness beside the sharp pain of his hair being pulled, are enough to make him exhale in a whimper.

You straddle him, lean down to speak softly in his ear and to let him feel your warm weight pressing him into the bed.

"Stop thinking," you say softly, a command as well as a finish to his sentence that you interrupted.

He grumbles to cover the way he shivers a little, but nothing can hide the way his scent spikes with desire.  He needs this, needs you and what you can do for him.  What he trusts only you to do for him.

Still, he flashes his teeth in challenge, because letting you lay him out flat on the bed without protest is one thing, but letting your teeth anywhere near his neck that easy is another thing entirely.

"Fucking make me," he snarls.

So you bare your teeth right back at him, a near feral grin, and let loose a low alphan rumble from deep in your chest, aggressive and possessive enough to make him whine in quiescent response, eyes going half mast.

He's so fucking beautiful like this, you think as you tug the collar of his leather jacket down to expose his nape, as you tighten your grip on his hair to keep him still, as you bite down firmly on the nape of his neck.

He melts limply into the bed, moaning softly as the submission bite makes his whole body go lax and soft in a way that's so hard to achieve by any other means.

[theodorecanaryhood]

Love is a dangerous place

Jason Todd x Male! Geek reader

Warning: swearing, drinking, violence, unprotected sex

Danil Kulakov as Jason Todd

The streets of Gotham were filled with water as the street lights and signs bounced off the water, the rain hammered so hard as it ricocheted across.

Red Hood glared at his enemies with his mask drenched with rain, his guns in his hands. Fully loaded and ready for battle.

‘You motherfucker’ a thug screamed as he ran to Red Hood, the two crashed through the shop window.

Red Hood spun around, tripping the thug over as another man ran up behind, Red Hood pulled the second man down, roundhouse kicking him in the face.

The two men battled with all their strength, but in the end, Red Hood won while fighting with his enhanced strength from the pits and his brute rage.

‘Catch’ Red Hood joked as he shot both men in the arm, knee and then the heads.

Red Hood nonchalantly walked out from the busted windows, walking down the street to his motorbike.

Jason sighed heavily as he stripped off from his gear, welcoming the hot shower with his hand resting on the wall.

The shower head rained all over Jason’s bruised body. Causing him some discomfort as he lathered himself in soap.

The sun was shining down and throwing some heat, Jason’s sunglasses covered his piercing blue eyes. His leather jacket sat comfortably on him.

It had been such a long time that Jason had been able to get some reading done, all he wanted to do was sit in his favourite chair, a hot cup of tea, a good book and maybe a nap.

The vanishing eyes caught Jason’s attention, it was the last on the shelf. Jason reached for it as another hand did at the same time.

‘Sorry’ you said shyly as you saw a tower of a man standing next to you.

Jason’s grip on the book loosened as he got lost in your eyes, the y/e/c eyes he’d never seen up close.

‘It’s no problem, I’ve had my eyes on this book for a while’ Jason said, a small smile curving his lips.

‘Three seconds?’ You questioned as Jason chuckled.

‘No, not in this store, in general’ Jason followed on, both of your hands still placed firmly on the book.

‘Well it’s adding to my collection, the vanishing eyes is the last one’ you said as firm as you could.

You couldn’t deny the fact that your small frame would’ve not been taken seriously, not compared to…

‘Who are you?’ You asked as the man raised an eyebrow at you.

‘Jason, Jason Todd’

‘Well, Jason Todd, how about I buy this?’ You asked as Jason laughed.

You noticed the warmth of his hand as you registered it was still gripping of his skin as well as the spine of the book.

‘No, how about I read it, when I’m finished with it we can meet up over a coffee and discuss it?’ Jason proposed as you didn’t know what else to say.

You blushed as Jason smiled, looking deep into your eyes. His blue eyes pierced right through you.

‘Very dominating’ you kind of joked as Jason shrugged, tilting his head to the side.

‘Deal?’ Jason asked as he snatched the book from the shelf and your grip.

‘Seems I don’t have a choice, seeing as you’re already holding it’ you replied as Jason winked.

It was a deal as Jason meant what he said, he took your number and made an effort to text you an update on the book every so often.

The day he finished it he texted you to say it was all yours, the two of you met up for a coffee and Jason ended the meet up by handing you the book.

You weren’t too sure if Jason was intending on the two of you going out again, I mean, was it a date? Or just a deal with a stranger?

Your glasses sat in your face as you stuffed your face deep into the pages, the thriller book was as good as Jason said.

A ping from your phone distracted you as you saw Jason had asked if you were enjoying it, you replied almost straight away to say yes. Then Jason answered your question, a question in the back of your head.

‘You want to meet up again and talk about other books we’ve read? Amongst other things’ Jason texted, a flush of heat overcame your body.

Jason was a specimen in your eyes, he was tall, charming and liked to read too. There was a mystery behind his eyes, but you of course didn’t want to miss out. Agreeing to a date.

Your glasses were wiped against the material of your shirt, you noticed a small smudge that kept bugging you.

‘Hey’ Jason’s voice caught your attention, you turned around to see him.

‘H,hey’ you stumbled as Jason made you nervous.

He chuckled as he leant down a little and kissed your cheek, taking your hand as he lead you into the restaurant.

Dinner with him was great and Jason had a great sense of humour, he seemed like a big kid in some ways and was quite a klutz.

You admired the way Jason’s face lit up when he was talking about something he’s passionate about, you admired how gentle he was when taking your hand in his. Jason just admired the fact that you were taking an interest in him.

Jason had experiences with men not taking him serious, a big, rough and ready dude like him, geeking out over a book or a comic.

‘So, end of the first date mystery, are we going to see each other again?’ Jason asked, as he stood you at your front door.

‘Hell yes’ you laughed, Jason smiled as he looked into your eyes.

Jason leant down as he took your face in his, greeting your lips with a kiss. A kiss that set off fireworks in your body.

It was a kiss that made you smile till you fell asleep, a kiss that was etched in your memory. You wanted more, so much more of Jason.

Lying in your empty bed thinking about him, and only him.

It was a hard night to get through when you were hard in your pants, thinking of the day you get to have Jason naked with you.

Your mind was distracted as you saw in front of, a situation you wouldn’t be able to control. Jason held your hand tight as the group of men came toward you.

‘Fuck you queers looking at?’ A man in the group said.

You heard Jason let a breath out as a man went to swing a fist at you, Jason grabbed the man’s arm and twisted it until he heard a crack.

The man let out a scream of pain as another man ran towards Jason.

‘Jay, behind you’ you shouted as the man grabbed ahold of Jason.

Jason threw his head back and connected to the man’s nose, Jason was let go of as he turned to face the man, who was holding his bloody nose.

‘Keep your hands to yourself’ Jason growled as he punched the man in the face.

Turning to face the other me, Jason raised his eyebrows. The other men grabbed their things and ran off.

‘Thought so’ Jason smiled as he turned to face you.

‘Christ’ you huffed as Jason took your hand in his.

‘You ok baby?’ He asked you sweetly, you nodded. Grabbing Jason’s face as you kissed him. You popping onto your tiptoe.

It was a rush to get into Jason’s apartment as you slid his leather jacket off his shoulders, Jason continued kissing you deeply as he felt heat rushing to his groin.

Leaving a trail of discarded clothes everywhere, the levels of passion rose for sure. Jason had you with him in his bed within minutes.

It was hours of pleasure that you welcomed, making a strong effort to be as vocal as possible.

‘Y/n’ Jason panted as he pounded hard into you, he lost himself while buried deep inside you.

It was the first time the two of you had sex and it was mind blowing, Jason was generous and gentle. Yet you vocalised you wanted it rough and violent.

You wanted Jason to slap you, choke you, you in return leaving scratches over his shoulders and back.

‘Fuck, I’m coming’ you panted as you spilled over the bedsheets.

Jason gripped with his strength as he ran a hand down your spine, the other gripping onto your hip. Jason deep inside as he felt himself about to hit that special part.

‘Fuck, fuck’ Jason called out as he emptied his sperm inside your prostate.

‘Oh my God’ you gasped as you felt it rush inside you.

You weren’t the type to let a guy finish inside, or even let him get inside without a condom. But you wanted Jason now, and all you wanted was to feel every inch of him.

‘Shit, I need a drink’ Jason said as he gave your ass a slap.

Pulling out and grabbing his underwear, sliding it up as you hunted for your glasses, watching as Jason walked away.

It was a great time to relax as Jason poured you both some drinks, the two of you were talking and talking till the sun went down. Words slurring out as the bottle became empty.

‘Well, looks like we’re out’ Jason said as he shook the bottle upside down.

‘Damn, what to do now’ you chuckled as Jason reached over the table and held your hand.

‘Let’s fuck again’ Jason suggested as you rushed off your feet to go to the bedroom with Jason, again.

It was a night to remember as the sun rose and replaced the night. Jason wanted to stay where you were for the day. Not getting enough of your skin on his.

It was welcomed by you, you wanted nothing more than to stay there. Falling deeper in love as the minutes passed by.

[gem3mine]

Jason was bottom

[littleredwing89]

DESIRE [PART ONE]

Dom!Jason Todd x Sub!Reader

Summary: “Princess…”, he rumbled in his dark velvet voice. It sent an erotic thrill down your spine. “I've missed you Jason”, you slinked over to him on your hands and knees, rising up and pressing your face against his thick thigh.

Warnings – Language. Smut. NSFW. Dom/Sub theme. Oral.

A/N: Sorry this took so long my little beauties, hopefully the fire will make up for the wait. 😈 Enjoy & thank you all for your continued support and beautiful messages - means a lot to me 💞 xoxo @offendedfishnoises thanks for your help with this huni

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The coarse fibers of the rug scratched against your delicate knees. When you swallowed, the leather collar inlaid with satin rubbed seductively against your feminine throat. The collar, black leather with a silver ring on the front reminded you of your place. It didn’t choke you or leave any marks. Jason liked to mark you in other ways.

You knelt before the front door for about 15 minutes. Your skin was sensitive with goosebumps of expectancy. The door knob clicked and twisted causing your breasts and lower stomach to tingle. Jason walked in wearing his charcoal grey suit with black shoes, his red tie loosened at the neck. He looked down and smiled, his handsome face taut with a sour frown from the day faded once he saw you.

He liked it when you waited for him on your knees wearing nothing but the lingerie he bought you and the collar for your play.

You were wearing sheer black panties and a matching bra adorned with lace that lifted your assets to make them more enticing with an ample cleavage. You could feel Jason's eyes on your breasts, your nipples grew stiff, poking against the sensual fabric.

“Princess…”, he rumbled in his dark velvet voice. It sent an erotic thrill down your spine.

“I've missed you Jason”, you slinked over to him on your hands and knees, rising up and pressing your face against his thick thigh. The fine fabric was cool yet you could feel the heat of his skin radiating beneath your cheek. The masculine power pulsed from his muscles. You could feel your core dampening with anticipation.

“Did you now?”, Jason patted your head as you inched closer to his burning crotch. You could make out the outline of his hardening cock. You could even smell the earthy musk of him. Your insides quivered.

“Or was it my cock you missed?”.

You rubbed your face into his crotch, feeling it throb and swell, smiling at the small groan Jason made as you gently mouthed the outline of the thick shaft though his slacks. Dry mouthed, you licked your lips and swallowed. Excitement dancing like live wires through your veins.

“Both”, you hummed and looked up at him with an impish gleam in your eyes.

Your fingers were practiced in this ritual of yours but still they trembled. You unbuckled and unzipped his slacks as he leaned against the door. You looked up at him, asking for permission with your big eyes. His features go from tired relief to dark sensuality. Hunger blazing in his eyes. His fingers tenderly threaded through your hair, raking over your scalp.

To anyone it would look like a man with his loyal pet. But even a stranger could sense the bond Jason and you share. The animal magnetism, the dark sexuality were often felt but also the deep love.

“Go on princess”, he murmured huskily.

You pulled out his swelling cock. Your mouth watered instantly at the sight, banishing the dryness from before. You needed it in your mouth but you moved slowly. Your hands caressed his shaft lightly, feathery touches savoring the satin, smooth feel of it. The virile warmth. You occasionally gave it a slight squeeze when you wrapped your small hands around it.

It grew harder as Jason's breathing became deeper. His breath caught when you planted a light yet loving kiss at the weeping crown. Your strokes became firmer, bolder. The hot, velvet skin moving with your clenched fist, hot and throbbing.

You released his shaft, watching it bob before you, starting, you used only your mouth. Your tongue rolled along the sensitive underside of his shaft. Your stroke light. Your kisses fragile. You absorbed his earthy scent. His distinct male taste, spice burning your lips and tongue but salty and addictive. You loved how Jason's cock throbbed against the flat of your expert tongue. You wanted it to fill your mouth so bad. But once more you controlled yourself, taking your mouth away despite Jason's gentle grip in your hair to get you back. You replaced your mouth with your hands, smiling up at him, you see he is only slightly appeased.

Your hands take turns stroking it. The tortured flesh twitches in your delicate palm. Taking two hands you rubbed the thick girth between them, blowing gently across the tip and smiling as Jason pushed his hips forward, trying to get his cock into your mouth. He growled in warning. His fingers tightened their hold in your hair, burning your scalp but that only made your pussy throb with a hot wet twinge. You decided not to tease your Jason too long. You could tell he’d had a hard day.

Keeping one hand moving in a sensual rhythm up and down his cock, you kissed the tip allowing the thick crown to fill your mouth, your tongue gently lapping the satin tip. You moaned at the same time Jason did, the sound making your nerves thrum. Him from the sensations of the inviting warmth of your mouth and you from finally having him inside you.

Your pussy was dripping, coating your thighs in a silky liquid, your knees red from the continuous scrapes of the coarse rug. Your tongue swirled around his cock, sweeping up the bitter sweet taste of Jason's pre-cum.

You took him deeper into your mouth, keeping your tongue strokes silky and delicate. Further, until his crown hit the back of your throat. Gagging you pulled back but only temporarily, tears pricking at your eyes. Jason appreciated your efforts to deep throat him even though you didn’t always succeed. The excess saliva and his pre-cum made his cock slicker. You moaned and sucked, your fist twisting up and down, following your lips that sealed tightly around his thickness.

Jason's body rippled with the building of his climax. His fingers bit into your scalp. Your clit was swollen with erotic thrills, throbbing as it stroked against your panties. Electricity passed between you both as you came to the edge. Your tongue flicked rapidly at the tender underside of his cock and your lips tightened their seal, your hand moving faster until Jason's body arched off the door, a groan vibrating through his bones.

You moaned at the splashes of his cum as they hit your tongue, spurting in your mouth and you swallowed it greedily, in love with his bittersweet taste. You hummed softly, allowing Jason’s erratic breathing to be brought under control. You rested your head on his thigh, looking up at him hazily whilst keeping his cock between your lips. Just holding it, careful not to aggravate his overly sensitive tip. His fingers lessened their grip, now affectionate, running his rough, calloused fingers through your hair that was mussed by his urgency to come.

“How was your day, princess?”, he asked softly, a slow lazy smile chasing that earlier frown from the corners of his seductive mouth. His fingers gently passed over your ear to play with your collar.

You pulled off his deflating cock with a loud obscene pop and looked up at him sighing, “Boring…just the same as always”, you licked the corner of your mouth to get a stray drip of his seed.

Jason removed his tie and jacket as you stood up and told him about your day. He reached for you from behind, pulling you firmly against him, your ass grinding into his softened cock as he nuzzled your neck. He breathed your perfume deeply as if he has been in a smog all day and finally has a catch of crisp country air.

“Pizza for dinner?”, he asked absently against your throbbing pulse. His mouth's persuasive heat made you shiver.

“I’ll call the diner to deliver while you change”, you told him quietly, almost jumping when his hand caresses your highly sensitive breasts. Your nipples pebbled in their cups at the heat they felt through the thin lace from Jason's clever fingers, “But only if you go now and not distract me”.

Jason pouted but tasted your throat with one long lick. He released you with a goodbye pat on your ass whilst you picked up the phone to dial Pauli’s Diner.

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