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stararch4ngelqueen · 1 year ago

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Mischievous Curiosities

(Part 1)(Part 3)(Part 4)

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Time written- 11:52 a.m.

Titans! Jason Todd/fem!reader fluff/smut

(Tags: 🔞📲 Phone sex, use of toys.)

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The same day after convincing him to step off the ledge, you recall taking a seat beside him at the vacant table to listen to what Dick had to say.

From the faintest glance over your own shoulder, you saw many eyes on you. You didn’t care, Jason had never done anything wrong to you. He hadn’t done anything wrong to them, you never understood their abrupt change in behavior.

You only hoped your presence provided him some sort of comfort. You didn’t know them, but even with his hidden, somber expression by his propped up arm, he truly appreciated it.

That very next night, your abandoned phone on your bed rings from an unknown number.

A hopeful bloom of warmth rose in your chest from your immediate suspicion of who it was. You remember slipping him your phone number if he ever needed someone to talk to.

Answering the call, you never smiled so big upon hearing his voice. “Hello?”

“Hey,” he says, a faint sniffle coming from him. “Do you.. do you got a minute?”

“Of course,” your smile waned a little when you detected his wavering emotional state. “You okay?” You question, immediately concerned for where he was now, if he needed some help. “Do you wanna meet up—?”

“No, no,” he’s quick to respond, followed by another sniffle. “No, I.. I just wanna talk. You free?”

“Yeah,” you sit on your bed, crossing your legs as you got comfortable. “I’m here.”

That very phone call had mostly consisted of him thanking you, to your absolute surprise.

Full bodied words of thanks, spoken amidst breath halting sniffles and stutters in between words. Your heart ached as you patiently listened, your own tears invading your screen the closer you clutched your phone to your ear.

Jason was grateful, grateful that the person who he assumed hated him was the only one who believed him in the end. In a sense, you didn’t need his thanks, you were just doing the right thing.

You did what your heart told you to do, listening to him pour out his troubled mind over the phone as the hour grew late. Until his mind was eased enough to let him sleep.

A mere two days passed before he sends you a text while you were occupied with apartment searching on an early morning.

Hey. Wanna meet up for breakfast?

It made you smile, along with a little flutter in your chest as you liked his text before asking for a specific time.

Jason surprised you with flowers at the small cafe, a simple bouquet of roses framed with baby’s breath. He shrugged when you kept asking him the reason for them, a smile nearly permanent on his face at your reaction.

You rarely got flowers. You didn’t care much for them before, but for him to surprise you with them was a heartwarming sentiment. Another way of saying thank you for being there for him when no one else was.

The two of you spent your breakfast learning about each other, leaving the establishment knowing a whole lot more in about two hours than the months you worked as colleagues at the Tower.

The unofficially stated, preferred method of communication became long phone calls when neither of you were available. That, or random texts throughout the day when either of you needed the company and entertainment.

Jason’s texts were never dry, always interested in anything you had to say. You loved that about your quickly blooming friendship, it was never boring, never running out of room to speak of anything and everything on your minds.

As it turned out, your sense of humor was eerily similar towards his. Especially in the friendly insulting department.

One day, he called you up after Dick had finished helping you into your new apartment, your phone ringing merely minutes after the man left your front door. Talk about timing.

His laughter invaded your apartment kitchen after you struggled with how to use your new toaster oven, one of Barbara’s house warming gifts.

“It is even plugged in??”

“It is!” You yell at your phone, your hands occupied with finding a nonexistent on and off switch on the appliance.

“Try turning it on, maybe??”

“You get your ass over here and try it—!” You cut off when it occurred to you that he meant using the knobs. The bright red button blinking to life as the coils inside glow a hot orange.

“Did it work?” He speaks up shortly after your silence.

“Yeah.” You mumble, your defeated tone making him laugh.

“You’re a bit of an airhead, babe.”

Babe? Why’d he call you that?

“Fuck you, Todd.” You spit back at your screen, your cheeks dappled with color.

He would call during when you worked, sitting on the carpeted floor of your apartment. Days like these, he’d share more and more of his interests, pieces of his past, and funny memories of what few friends he has. And had.

You questioned him about this after laughing about the story of Gar hitting him on the head with a staff during a sparring session. You weren’t there to see it and only heard Gar’s version of it. Hearing Jason’s side was just as funny.

“Gar and I… we don’t talk much these days. Especially after everything.”

“You should,” you say, hoping you could get them to reconnect. “I mean, you should reach back out to him. He’s got a big heart, I’m sure he’s wondering if you’re okay.”

You knew they were friends, both boys laughing and talking nonsense behind your shoulders as you worked on the Batcomputer. Back then, the additional noise annoyed you, but thinking of it now, you preferred that then silence after everything that’s happened.

“You want me to send him a text for you?” You offer after a short silence, fingers now mindlessly fidgeting with your laptop keyboard.

“Yeah,” he replies. “That sounds nice. Thanks.”

He started with the minor pet names a little more often, to your surprise.

After waking up one morning in your bed, you were surprised at the nine hour phone call from your overheated phone, clinging to life on a measly three percent battery.

“Jay?” Your tired voice calls for him as you rub your eyes, stretching your arm out over your head. “You up?”

“Yeah,” his exhausted voice responded after a few seconds, his voice riddled with lack of sleep after the both of you stayed up until three a.m. “Morning, babe.”

“Huh?” You ask, a tickle of a smile forming on your lips.

“I said morning,” Jason repeats, as if he’d never said it at all. “Good morning, sleepyhead.”

It seemed like Jason’s response to you letting those little pet names slide was to continue, which he did. After a few more easy to miss little names here and there, he grew more bold, his ego stroked every time he heard your minor stutter over your phone call.

Boundaries were slowly crossed, from playful insults, to minor flirts on his end that left you speechless, not having that quick, witty dexterity Jason was blessed with.

Speaking of boundaries, Jason had a knack for calling you late at night, when you were supposed to be asleep.

Your phone cuts off your music, the ever so familiar Caller ID popping up on your screen before vibrating.

“What, Jason?” You purposely begin with feigned irritancy, your attention focused on your laptop, in the midst of some midnight online shopping.

“Jesus,” his amused chuckle floods your room once you put him on speaker. “Did I interrupt your private time?”

“Private time?” You muse, eyebrows quirking in amusement. “What do you mean?”

“Y’know, late night activities. The usual… y’know.”

“Ohhh,” you vocally express your understanding, shaking your head as if he could see you. “Nope. Not my style.”

“You don’t use those?”

“Use what?”

“A toy, babe.”

It took a few seconds for you to reply with no, your upper body fully flushed with arousal as your fingers halt on your keyboard.

“Why’re you asking?” You question after some hesitation, a strange little hum pooling at the bottom of your tummy, but you ignore it for now.

“Just curious,” he brushes off his out of pocket commentary. “What’re you up to then, mama?”

“Just doing some shopping,” you reply, quickly submerging yourself into conversation with the man. While you had been occupied online, Jason had been lounging in his own room, struggling to sleep.

His habit of calling you up nearly every night since the very first time had never broke, not unless something important had to make either of you reschedule.

“Do you really not have a toy?” His curiosity over the supposedly past subject made you pause, having you wondering why he was so interested on it.

“I do,” you weakly admit, believing it was bad to lie to a close friend like this.

“Aww, why’d you lie to me?”

“Cause it’s embarrassing.” You mutter, slowly forgetting about your pending shopping cart full of clothes you’ve debated on getting this entire day.

“I don’t think it is.” Jason smirks on his end. “What, Is it pink?”

“No,” you bite your bottom lip for a second, closing your eyes in a sort of shame. “It’s red.”

Jason nearly snorts over the phone, muffling out a chuckle to himself. You just know he’s gonna say something about it, you know him incredibly well by now.

“You think of me when you use it, Princess?”

“Fuck you,” you whine out, your cheeks burning as bright as overheating technology.

“Know you wanna,” he rasps. “But first, you gotta earn it. Tell me the truth.”

You grunt again in a jumble of irritation and embarrassment. Jason was your friend, your very good friend. You didn’t have a right to think thoughts of him like that, regardless of how attractive he is.

The man was still fresh out of a relationship, poured his heart and soul out to you, relied on you for structural stability, the bond he craved. In term, you were on the same boat, minus the relationship.

This was wrong, it had to be. Right?

But he knew what he was doing, of course he does. How else did you get to this point?

“I do,” you exhale in defeat, crossing the forbidden border for good.

The muscles in your hips slightly quiver with a growing, aching heat in your core. He lowly chuckles, his voice slowly dropping an octave, pure sex dripping off his tongue.

“Anyone ever done this with you?”

You shook your head at first, quickly forgetting that again, he couldn’t see you. “No.”

“Must’ve had some boring boyfriends, eh?”

“Never, actually.”

This takes Jason by surprise, causing a jumpstart in his heartbeat. “You’ve never—“

“No.” God, you were so quick to reply, making his mind run wild. This means you’ve never… you really shouldn’t have revealed this to him.

“You ever taken dick before, babe?”

“Elaborate, please.” Your nose crinkles with amusement, making him scoff.

“You ever been fucked before?” He questions again. “Ever have a guy make you come?”

“I.. no.” You admit again, your heartbeat running wild in your ears.

“That’s okay,” Jason soothes, a big smile plastered on his face. “Just listen to everything I say, an’ I’ll get you there. Alright?”

You close your laptop before pushing it aside, a large air of nervousness bathing your senses. Were you really gonna do this?

“Does it feel good? Knowin’ you’re fixing to give me a private show?”

A huge part of this was exciting. Any possibility of red flags looked friendly enough to be considered green clean though. You trusted him, just as he had with you.

“Kind of.”

“S’okay to be nervous, it’s just me. Get comfortable, mama. Relax for me.”

“Okay.” You say, laying back against your bed, your hair sprawling along your pillow. It didn’t help that your nightmare was an oversized shirt and plain, cotton panties. Or maybe it did help, all for convenience.

“Touch yourself how you usually do.” Came his first request, a gentle demand that made your heart nearly jumpstart.

Your trembling hand slip under your panties, touching yourself as if for the very first time. The muddled warmth in your tummy that formed since the start of this conversation resulted in your fingers delving along your slippery wet heat, nearly making you shudder.

“You wet, baby?” He asks, hearing the faint hitch in your breath you attempted to hide.

“Mhm.” Was all you could say.

“S’okay, babe,” he exhales, the hem of his sweats pushed down under his waist, grasping the head of his cock in hand. “Let those pretty sounds out. Lemme hear you.”

Your fingers hesitantly trail over your swollen clit, your breath hitching again from newfound sensitivity. Two fingers stroked along yourself, gently pinching your bud in between, making you hold a muffled whine.

Jason pictures the sight of you now, pussy hot and wet and aching for cock. What he’d give now to replace your fingers with his, lips plastered against your sticky clit, your hands grasping against his curls as he busies himself in between your thighs.

Imagining what his mouth must’ve felt like, those plump lips drinking up your syrupy sweetness left you nearly moaning, clasping your phone against your chest. Your pussy clenches over nothing, desiring to know what it feels like to be stretched wide and full of Jason’s cock. Rugged hands grasping the fat of your hips as leverage as he fucks you into the mattress.

“Can almost hear how wet you are, babe,” he mutters against his phone, tucked snugly against his head and shoulder as he brings his hand towards his tongue, collecting spit to smear along his cock.

“Lick your fingers, an’ play with those tits, Princess,” Jason requests, imagining your fingers slipping under your shirt, pinching your eager little nipples. He’d do the exact same, pinching them until they’re sore before repeating the action with his teeth, watching each abused breast bounce once he releases it.

Turns out, you thought the very same, hooking your shirt up just enough with your thumb to squeeze along your chest, sighing with the additional friction.

“Take out that toy you were talkin’ about. Wanna hear how it works.”

You say nothing at first, leaving him slightly concerned. That feeling quickly diminishes once he hears shuffling along your blankets, the dull glide of your drawer getting pulled open making his smirk return.

“No way is that toy gonna fuck you stupid,” he mutters instantly into the phone. “That’s gonna be my job. Y’hear me, babe?”

Those filthy words nearly set your nerves on fire, causing a trembling change in your breathing.

“Mhm.” You nervously reply again.

“Shy little baby,” Jason lightly cooes, amused by your hesitancy. “M’waiting, Princess. Play with that toy, lemme hear you.”

He waits anxiously as your nerves make your thumb tremble along the button of your red vibrator, his own hand coming to a halt as he does so.

It takes a good moment for the phone call to pick up a slow, muffled buzz, but the sudden little whimper that erupts from your lips makes it all worth it.

“Ohh my God.” Jason mutters to himself, feeling lightheaded as he feels himself throbbing in hand.

He fights back a grunt himself while fisting his cock, wanting nothing more than to be buried deep into your tight, warm cunt. Jason wondered just how many noises he could pull out of you, bullying his cock deep into your inexperienced pussy until you screamed.

He never expected this, but he’s beyond glad that he pried. The Titans’ smart brains of nearly every operation, now resorted to becoming his quivering little virgin, getting off on his voice while fucking yourself with a fake cock, imagining it to be his.

Your naturally induced whimpers confirmed that, your phone slipping out of your hand as you weakly your breast again.

You whine a bit louder, your approaching climax so close you could taste it. Having an audience to this otherwise private, sensual event had you feeling unvisually exposed, completely vulnerable to the man who started this.

“That thing have settings?” Jason voices out over speaker.

“M-mhm,” you whimper out, silently thanking him for the question. “Yeah.”

“Turn it all up baby,” he urges, his voice growing raspier with his quick, frantic breathing. “All the way high.”

Quickly doing what you were told, your thumb shifts over the settings, quickly clicking on said highest setting. Your spread thighs immediately tremble with the sudden change of pace, the loud whirr of your toy invading your bedroom, along with your sharp gasps and abrupt moans.

“Ohh, good girl,” Jason nearly groans out, the muscles along his stomach tightened with urgency. “Good fucking girl. Wanna hear you come, babe. Wanna hear you make a mess of my fat cock. That’s what you want, yeah?”

“Yeah,” you whimper out while your back arched off your bed, your bucking hips begging to be held down by his strong, calloused hands. Your chest heaved, dampened nipples exposed to the heated air, begging for a touch other than your own.

Jason’s audible presence was more than enough for you now.

“You wanna cum, babe? Wan’ me to fuck that little pussy?” Jason pants out, his voice slurring with an arousing ruggedness that shot shivers down your spine.

“Gonna ruin you, Princess. Gonna break you in good— shiiit, gonna ruin you for any other guy. That what you want?”

“God, y-yes Jason!” You gasp out, your head tilting back with another vulnerable whine, your eyes sealed shut.

“Good girl. That’s my good girl— Fuuuck!” Jason grunts out, his head buried back against his pillow, adam’s apple bobbing as he pants hard, eagerly stroking his soaking wet cock faster, fully leaking with thick, stringy precum.

“I-Jaaay.” Your sweet, quivering little voice calls out to him, your trembling fingers attempting to keep a strong hold on your vibrator. “Shit. Jason, I-I’m—“

“Yeah, I know,” he pants out, keeping a tight squeeze on his phone. “Come on, babe. Come for me, come on this cock. Lemme fill up that perfect little pussy.”

A sweet, burning release nearly blinds you, muscles tightening as your cunt quivers, releasing along the toy with a series of broken, genuine cries of ecstasy.

Jason never heard such genuinely erotic sounds come from your lips, pushing him off the edge after successfully nudging you to it. Thick, hot ropes of cum bead along his abdomen, the muscles in his neck growing taunt as he vocalizes his finish through gritted teeth, gasping for breath shortly after bucking into his fist.

The nearly two hour call goes quiet, filled with nothing but two deflated, sexually satisfied people gasping for breath in their own beds.

Your cheeks remained flushed as your orgasm died down, your toy shut off seconds before you accidentally set yourself off into overstimulation. Your mind, after regaining some logical sense, wondered what the fuck just happened, but you weren’t ashamed.

Retreating your red toy away from your sticky cunt, your reddened cheeks heat further from the sight of strands of your arousal clinging along the device. Picture worthy evidence of what your close friend had done to you.

Your eyes catch a weak glimpse of a bundle of dried roses along your vanity after your trembling hand placed your toy on your nightstand. The same roses you debated on hanging on your wall for decoration, still secured together by your favorite colored bow.

Oh shit, you quickly realize. He had took you out on a date.

You may never have been friends to begin with.

“Babe?” His soft pant calls for you over the phone, snugly tucked underneath your shoulder after your vigorous activity. “You there?”

“Yeah.” You grasp hold of your phone, putting it off speaker before bringing it close to your ear. “I’m here.”

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