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jasonswhitetuftofhair · 3 months

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“Come at me, Baby”

Characters/Pairings : Jason Todd (Red Hood) x female!reader.

Synopsis : Jason and Reader spar and after training things get steamy filthy.

Content Warnings : SMUT. Slow burn. Poor writing. Lots of plot. Training/Sparring (reader learns combat). Curse words. Pet names. Overstimulation. Multiple orgasms. Protected sex. Size kink (barely noticeable). Oral (fem rec.). Fingering. Dry humping. Use of object as toy (Jason uses a muscle massage gun on you). Vaginal intercourse. Light bondage (Jason ties your hands w/ resistance bands). Reader insert (sorry). Aftercare.

Fandom : DC, Batman.

Word Count : 5202

Author’s Notes : First fic I’ve written. Like ever. Also, this is a repost; I originally posted this for the first time in October 23’ but I deleted it in December 23’ due to insecurity.

This week had been tiring. Multiple meetings, a lab breakout scare, a few late night patrols all on top of studying the material you’d been given had started to add up. All you wanted was to retire for the night, go to your room and take a nice, relaxing, long, hot bath. Gorge yourself with junk food and put your show on, and then sleep like the dead. But no, tonight called for an evening training session with your training instructor.

Jason. Jason Todd. Before you had entered the gym, you weren't sure if you would be up to train tonight. But watching him enter the double doors with his hot-as-hell all black tactical pants, skin tight athletic t-shirt and combat boot ensemble quickly made you reconsider. As if it was hard.

Ever since Bruce had finally gotten Jason to accept his proposal of conducting training sessions with everybody, you’ve been feeling like a sitting duck. You had been trying to hide your feelings from the older vigilante for a while now. A while as in since you first arrived at the manor. Nearly eight months had you been stumbling around whenever he was near, barely making eye contact and feeling like an idiot because of him. And you had been succeeding, too! Barely, but still. He didn't know anything and now with your new arrangement, how could he not pick up on the vibes you were sending out? It was only a matter of time before your feelings were compromised and you were left heartbroken and feeling like a fool, your friendship with him long gone.

It wasn't so bad, though. You had always been good at adapting and Jason wasn't necessarily bad on the eyes. It was kind of fun, too. His little dry humored remarks, shared inside jokes and just…him, made him good company. After all, he was your friend. You haven't known him long, but it still felt like you’ve known him forever. But that was the problem. Your friendship with him was too much of a treasure to have it be risked just because of a little crush. You’d rather be plagued by the overwhelming melancholy of your predicament than not have him at all. If the only way you could allow yourself to indulge in the feel of his hands on your body was when he was training you in combat, then that was something you were okay with settling for.

“Earth to Y/N. Um hellooooo, you there?” Jason’s equally teasing and concerned words pulled you from your trance you hadn't even realized you’d fallen into.

Your embarrassment quickly appeared on your face and didn't go unnoticed by him. “Yes! Sorry, I’m here.” Having been snapped out of your thoughts, you noticed that Jason had you held against him mid-air. You threw a punch at him, but he of course dodged it so you did what you first thought next. You tried to kick him in his side but he quickly grabbed your ankle and gently but strongly twisted it so that your body changed direction. Before you could lose balance and fall he grabbed your other thigh and caught your body against his, holding you to him. You didn't react at all, though, and his initial thought was that he crossed a line he didn't know of and did something to upset you. He called your name and you didn't answer the first time so he paused the lesson and brought you back to him.

He was a little worried, honestly. He knew you to be like this, often catching you staring off into space and likely daydreaming or stuck in deep thought. It was your expression, though. The mild sorrow, a little bit of adoration shining in those pretty eyes he loved so much, too.

“You sure? We can take a break if you need it,” he offers, gently smiling at you, “is everything okay? I didn't hurt you, did I?” he asks worriedly. Gazing into his eyes, your heart almost swells up. He looks so genuine, like it would hurt him if he hurt you and you let yourself pretend it's for other reasons. “Yes, I’m fine, promise. Just have a headache s’all.” It's enough to relax him just the slightest but he doesn't believe you. Your body language is just not convincing enough. He finally puts you down and lets his eyes skim all over you. He tells himself it's to check for signs of discontent or injury, but he knows he can't lie to himself. Youre just too fucking beautiful. He shakes himself out of it before the blood rushes south and gets back to the lesson.

“So. You really need to get out of the habit of kicking. It can't be your first instinct, sweetheart. You're exposing an entire limb to the enemy and you're not skilled enough yet to counter whatever it is they plan on doing. I know it's hard, but you need to really start implementing your upper body strength,” he explains to you, occasionally letting his fingers linger on your skin when showing you what the enemy could potentially do to you. You truly appreciate how gentle and accommodating he is when it comes to teaching you. You’ve seen him train with the others and sometimes his harsh tone is enough to make you jump even when his words are directed to someone else. He’s been so patient with you and the thought of him going out of his way to train your aversion-to-fighting self makes your heart flutter. You nod along with him, letting him know you haven't gone off to La La Land again.

“Alright. Come at me, honey,” he orders while positioning himself in the default defense stance. Legs strong, but ready to move. Arms by his side ready to catch and balance. Core strong and taut, chest puffed. Eyes on you, just as he likes it. He finds it adorable how clueless your little expression is. Eyes wandering all over the place, arms trying to find a good way to support yourself and legs waddling to their correct position. Like a baby deer learning how to walk. He hears your little words of encouragement to yourself and watches your eyes, watching the gears turn in your brain. While his focus is stuck on your pretty face, he doesn't notice your left hand curling behind you while you spin yourself around, pressing your back to his front. He grunts and catches your right hand before it can land around his bicep. You quickly move your feet backward and jump behind him, putting all your strength into kicking his back hamstring, but he’s already several steps ahead of you. He turns around before your foot can land and grabs your ankle, destabilizing your legs and grabbing your wrists, holding them tight in his right hand.

This of course leads his mind to other things, things that would involve this very position. You curl your leg around his stretched leg and twist your body around, landing you on top of him. Your legs straddling his abdomen and palms resting on his waist. He doesn't mind at all, though and senses a pause in your movement. He notices your tired expression, your flushed face and neck, the sweat on your hairline, neck and brow. You jump, as if just now realizing the position you had him in. You move to sit next to him and he moves into a sitting position, no longer back to floor. You flash him a cheeky grin, happy with yourself for winning this time.

“Did I do good?” you ask him excitedly and he chuckles, your pretty little smile having caused his heart to skip a beat. ‘Did I do good?’. That phrase would be on repeat in his brain for a little while, he could tell. The way you seeked his approval caused his groin to stir and he stood up, quick to distract himself.

“You did. I’m proud, that was much better. We’re gonna focus on your upper torso, now, okay?” He guides you to stand and places his hands on either sides of your shoulders, guiding you to stand in front of him. “I'm gonna throw at you, and you're going to block them.” He playfully wiggles his fist in front of you and you grab onto it giggling. Oh how he adores that sound. He sneakily aims and his fist appears next to your collarbone, you move your body out of the way. He does it again, this time it comes next to your left shoulder. You grab his wrist with both hands and block it. He doesn't miss the way you needed both hands to wrap around his wrist. He moves again, fist to the right of your face. Your eyes widen and he shushes you and you relax. You both know he wouldn't make a move to successfully cause you harm.

This goes on and on for what seems like forever. Your stamina has dwindled down a while ago and he can tell how tired you are. He thinks about cutting training early, but for his own selfish reasons he decides against it. He doesn't want your time together to end. Still, you're barely putting in any effort and you're certainly not trying to hide it from your instructor. His eyes haven't left you since the session began and he was very pleased with all the intel he’s received. Your short, panted breaths. The way your cheeks and neck flushed with that pretty shade of pink that suited you so well. Your wide eyes, how they seemed to sparkle under the annoyingly bright lights of the gym. How they seemed to water whenever he stared into them for too long. Your wobbling lip whenever you got a little too into it. How you went out of your way to put both of your hands on him, regardless of if it was beneficial or not. The way you didn't even move out of the way of his punches anymore. You just watched the muscles of his arms flex and wished they were around you instead.

“You gotta put in some more effort for me, princess. I know you can do it,” he tells you, cooing at the way you whine at him, silently wishing he would end training early. He chuckles. “C’mon, block em’, sweetheart.” You roll your eyes and try to muster up whatever strength left in your exhausted body. Your hands meet his and successfully block a hit. He doesn't forget how you rolled your eyes, though. What he wouldn't do to have you bent over his lap for that. He finishes with the punches and leads you to the equipment.

He stands you in front of the power rack looking thing, gripping your waist and holding you up, waiting for you to grab onto the handles on top. “Chin-ups. Fifteen of em’,” he tells you and you groan. He knows you hate chin ups. “Tsk, tsk. C’mon, princess. Don't make it twenty. These help with your shoulder and bicep strength. Use an underhand grip, palms facing you.” You sigh and get into position, starting what he told you to do. You made sure to be as dramatic as possible, though; you were too tired to keep the brat in you at bay. Jason, on the other hand, doesnt try to hide the way he is blatantly staring at your ass, thighs and waist. He burns the image in his mind and moves closer to you, holding onto your waist to make you feel secure.

You huff and sigh out, hoping he’ll give into you. Throughout the entirety of the session, his hands have been on you. His breath has been on your neck. The feel of his body on yours. Him in your proximity. It was frustrating. Having him so close, but far away. Little did you know he felt the same. His hands move to rub encouraging circles into your hips and you whimper out loud, to your embarrassment. He doesn't even try to hide his smirk, though. Once the exercises are done, he holds onto you, purposefully moving his big hands to rest on your ass, bringing you down. You’re done with his teasing and turn around, pressing your palms flat to his chest and keeping him at bay. You signal with your eyes that you’re not in the mood for the teasing and he coos, holding your face between his two hands. “Is there something you want, baby?” you whine and cry out for him trying to hide your face into his chest but he only lifts your chin back up so he can see you. “Come on, sweetheart, if you want something you have to ask for it.” “hmph! I want you to stop teasing me, Jason!” He smiles wickedly and lets you go. “Training is over,” he states simply and you sigh contentedly, walking to the locker room.

Before you can open it, though, Jason’s hand wraps around your wrist and you turn to him. “You didn't actually think I was done with you, did you?” he asks but doesn't wait for an answer. He opens the door to the locker room and guides you into it before locking the door. In an instant you're pressed against the door, cold wood on your back, and Jason’s mouth on yours. It's not much of a fight for dominance, his tongue having beat yours instantly. It feels heavenly. Not just the feel of his tongue in your mouth, tasting yours, but finally all this pent up tension leaving your body. You sigh into the kiss, Jason’s hand comes up behind your neck to grab the hair at the base and you mewl against him.

You were losing oxygen and his kisses traveled from your lips, to your chin, to your jaw, the sweet spot on your neck. His big hands wrapped tightly around your waist and the feel of his open-mouthed kisses on your neck has your jaw slack and breathing uneven. He smiles at the way you look like a puppy with your open mouth and panting, practically drooling.

“This okay, sweetheart?”

You were practically soaking through your panties by now and the tenderness of his words and low pitch of his voice certainly wasn't helping. You nod a yes and throw your head back at the feel of his harsh sucking on your neck and collarbone. He growls and spanks your bottom, “I need words, Y/N,” he commands and you whine out loud yet again. “Yes! Please, need you, Jason,” you tell him and that’s all he needs to hear.

Carrying the two of you, he picks you up and holds you against him. Your legs wrapped against his waist and he sits down on a bench, you still on his lap. His kisses don't stop and the feel is euphoric. His hands haven't stopped roaming your body. The feel of his big hands groping at your soft, supple flesh through the clothing separating you from him combined with just…him, was damn near enough to make you go crazy. You were tugging at his hair and pressing your face against the crook of his neck, desperate to smell his pheromones and your soft lips pressing kisses of your own against his neck had him hard against you already. When you felt his hardness against your tummy you gasped and tugged on his hair a tad bit harder and he moaned against you. Little curses left his mouth and you were seeing stars. Nothing had barely even happened and you were already this close to being admitted into Arkham Asylum.

Suddenly his hands paused their movements and his tone became one of seriousness. He grabbed your chin and forced your face towards his. Your pretty little glossed over eyes shining up into his had his breath hitch and for a split second he forgot what he needed to do. He could see the curiosity on your face, your teeth tugging your lower lip and he had to avert his eyes.

“Fuck, Y/N. I need to tell you something. I-I like you, Y/N. And not just in a friendship way. I understand—” he started but you cut him off, lurching towards him even more and grabbing his head between your hands, kissing him with a force you didn't know you could possess. He could feel you smile into the kiss and he let you have control this time. Not for long, though. He grabbed your hair into his fist and you gasped. “I-I like you, too, Jason. Have for a while now,” you mumbled against him and he grabbed your plump bottom with both hands, bringing your body flush with his. This only fueled the fire, though; his rock hard cock straining against his pants feeling your core against him had him clenching his jaw and closing his eyes, trying to control himself a little bit.

“I like you a lot, Jason. A lot a lot,” you whimpered against his lips and he smiled. You could see the genuinity in his eyes and the softness in his smile. He placed a gentle kiss against your forehead and then one on your nose and finally one on your lips. “I'm glad, sweetheart. Very glad,” and with that he grabbed your hips and shifted your legs a little bit. He forcedly rocked your clothed cunt against his hardness and your eyes closed, head tossed back. It was almost too much, too fucking much. You had been teased all night long and with all this foreplay you weren't sure if you would last. You tried to paw his hands off of your hips and stop your movement, but you just weren't strong enough. His devilish grin staring up at you, his pretty girl, had you whining and grow the ache in your pussy. “Stop, ‘s too much, stop, please, Jay,” you begged against him and all he could do was smile. “Stop? You want me to stop? But I’m not even doing anything, baby,” he teased. He knew he was teasing the damnit out of you. Even as you begged for mercy, there you were, still riding his clothed dick. You couldn't help but follow his lead though, your hips couldn't help but relish in the feeling of his hands tight on them, guiding you back and forth. Even if you wanted to you weren't sure if you could stop. God, it felt so good. Nothing you had ever felt like before. His hands on your hips and his mouth abusing your sensitive skin. The hardness of him grinding directly onto your clit. It was all so amazing.

He could tell you were close. He’s never had you before but he already knew all your tells. Your panting and labored breaths. The way you couldn't keep your eyes open. The stuttering of your hip movement. How you tried to get closer to him, even though you were flush to him. Gasps and whimpers leaving your mouth. Your hands tried to paw his hands away yet again. Think you’d learn the first time. His mouth went right back to sucking marks into your skin and he cooed at you. “C’mon, babygirl. You can do it. I know you need it, sweetheart. Just let go and cum for me,” he softly commanded. Hips following his words, your pace quickened and he ground you down onto him. His own hips jerked up and his cock spanked your core. Within moments the climax unraveled and you let out a screech. The white hot bliss greeted you and the power of your orgasm could be felt in every nerve ending of your body. You shook for a good thirty seconds and your vision went blurry. You slumped against him tiredly and he chuckled. His soothing hands rubbing circles into your back and sweet nothings helped calm you down and your high rode out. You lazily started unbuckling his belt and he grabbed your wrists, stopping you. Oh how you liked the feel of his hands grabbing you like that. “Tsk, tsk, Princess. ‘M not done with you yet.”

In an instant he was untying your shoe laces, kicking them off your feet and forcing your pants down to your ankles. His hands ripped your panties off and you were exposed. The brisk air was biting against your wet cunt and you gasped slightly. He raised you up against the lockers and wrapped your legs around his head, hands planted firmly on your ass holding you midair. The smell of your arousal and the previous orgasm dripping everywhere had him painfully hard. “Tell me if it's too much, baby, and I’ll stop, okay?” You whispered a ‘yes’ and he finally satiated his desire to have your cunt in his mouth. His mouth went straight for your clit and you shrieked at the feeling. His light little sucks on the nub had you rolling your eyes back and jerking your hips. Continuous moans leaving your mouth only encouraging him. He licked a stripe straight up and down the length of your pussy and his own moans left him. You tasted fucking delicious. Like everything he had imagined. All those times he imagined how you’d feel and he was finally fucking seeing for himself. He felt like a kid on goddamn Christmas, his hands tightening his grip on your ass. You were sure there’d be handprints in the morning. His thumb went to rub rough circles on your little bundle of nerves while he thrust his tongue in and out of your weeping hole. You started to cry out for him, hands pushing against his head and fingers gripping his hair attempting to pull him off of your pussy. Absolute the fuck not. He looked to his right and to his luck there was a set of resistance training bands hanging from a hook. He smirked and looked up at your fucked out face and he chuckled to himself. Holding you up with one hand, he reached to his side and grabbed a cable band. You watched his movement and saw what he was doing and your eyes widened. The kinky bitch. “C’mon, princess. Give em to me. Since you don't know how to keep your hands to yourself, I have to take em away from you,” he teased playfully condescending. He tied your hands together behind your back with the workout gear and he hummed satisfied with himself before resuming his meal. He was fucking merciless with his tongue and you soon learned your crush was a borderline sadist. His mouth wrapped around your clit and his sucks were harsh and unforgiving. Like a man starved, he ate you like you were the last source of hope for his soul. His finger started fucking you, too. He started with one but your drenched hole quickly accommodated for more. Soon enough you were on the brink of another orgasm and he forced it from you roughly. “Again, sweetness. You can cum again, cant you? Give me another.”

The orgasm brought tears to your eyes and you wouldn't stop shaking. Your thighs were quaking around his head and your back arched off of the cool metal of the lockers you were propped against. Toes curling, head thrown back, continuous moans and screams leaving your lips. Your second climax of the night arrived and you screamed into the locker room, little sobs leaving your ruined body. He let you ride out your orgasm against his tongue until he was fully content and gently brought you down, placing one last kiss against your lower body. He sucked his fingers that were just shoved inside you, not breaking eye contact with your tired eyes. He placed his forehead against your own and wiped away your tears.

“You okay, baby? Was that too much?” he asked worriedly. He didnt want to fuck up his first time with you and feared he lost control of himself. You smiled tiredly against him and shook your head lightly. “‘M okay, promise. Jus’ need you, Jason.” He smiled and shuffled you towards the mirror and sinks. He took off his shirt and laid it on the edge of one of the sinks he was about to bend you over. You realized it was for your comfort and smiled up at him, feeling your heart swell up. Even when he was about to absolutely obliterate your cunt, he still managed to be a gentleman. He unbuckled his pants and finally his cock sprung up. He sighed, finally feeling relief. He watched you stare at his size through the mirror, seeing your eyes widen and your teeth tug on your lip. He lightly guided you into the position he wanted you in and you sighed contently, feeling comforted by the thought you would finally be fucked by him. Watching him pull a condom out of nowhere and rip it open with his teeth had you on the edge of your seat. He sheathed himself with it and made sure everything was ready. “Ya’ ready for me, sweetheart?” he asked while lining his tip up with your entrance, smearing your wetness all around his head. You gasped and shouted a little “yes” and he chuckled, sinking in. Even with two orgasms loosening your little cunt up for him, he was still a little much to adjust to. Both of your heads tossed back in sync and you closed your eyes, sighing for him. You worked your hips against him, wanting to feel more. He grunted and grabbed you by your hair, bringing your head up to look in the mirror. “Keep your eyes up here, baby.”

Once you were fully adjusted to his size, he slid almost all the way out and then re-entered your warm, wet heat. It felt so good. He set a pace and it was so heavenly. You could cry with how good it felt. You both needed this, needed this release for all the pent up frustrations in your lives. Sounds of flesh smacking against flesh and his grunts and your little sighs filled the room and the smell of sex was heavy in the air. His hands were on either side of your hips and his eyes met yours in the mirror. It was fucking exotic. Seeing your eyes perfectly, watching the pleasure unravel on your face. Pleasure he was giving you. His pace quickened a hair and you gasped. Your hips moved backwards against him, in time with his thrusts. You felt him deeper and the perfect rhythm of his cock repeatedly hitting that spot inside you almost hypnotized you. He smirked a little bit as he watched your fucked out face in the mirror. No thoughts, head empty. It was clear only pleasure was what you felt.

You didn't even notice him reaching above the both of you and retrieving something from the cabinet. Only when you heard the familiar buzzing noise did you wake up from the transe you were in and see what he had in the mirror. A muscle massage gun. For a moment you were a little confused, why was he hurt? Then you felt the big spherical head of the gun against your clit and your eyes rolled to the back of your head for the umpth time that night. He smiled and cooed at you from above. Yeah, he was definitely a sadist. He angled the gun a little bit to the left, wanting to overstimulate your abused little button. His thrusts hadnt ended and it was too fucking much. His pace was faster and harder and deeper now and had you both moaning up a storm. Your hands were finding themselves gripped onto the sink counter and you were struggling to keep your eyes open and in the mirror. He moved the massage gun setting higher and kept it firm against you. Your thighs were shaking and you were glad you were being held against the sink by him. You weren't sure you would be able to keep yourself up if you weren't.

“C’mon, pretty girl. Give me one more, please. I know you can. Cum for me, sweetheart.” You closed your eyes, feeling bliss about to erupt in you again. He quickly corrected you, though. His hand not being used to hold the machine to your clit came up to your throat, squeezing lightly on the sides. Not enough to cause genuine pain or prevent oxygen into your blood, just enough to give you that lightheadedness and in an instant you came on his cock. Your final orgasm was so intense and pleasurable—not surprisingly—and it lasted nearly thirty seconds. He removed the massage gun and returned both hands to your waist. His brutal thrusts as he chased his own orgasm helped you ride it all out. That blissful feeling that lasted longer than your orgasm did. All the stress leaving your body. Finally his sputtering hips stilled as he emptied his hot load into the condom and you whined, half wishing he was emptying himself into your wet little cunt instead. One day.

You both sighed and felt content again. You were sated and had finally gotten what you wanted. His loving palm rubbing circles into your lower belly, soothing you. He peppered light kisses on your skin and slowly slid out of your heat. He turned you around and kissed your forehead. All this loving kissing of his was making you wanna cry, it felt so good. Not just to be fucked right by him, but to have him, too. He was yours, now. And you were finally his. He grabbed your face between his palms and gazed lovingly into your eyes. “You okay, baby? Was that good? I didn't hurt you did I?” You smiled softly and nodded, “Yes, Jay. I'm perfect. You were amazing,” you reassured him with a blush.

He picked you up and sat you on the edge of the counter and got a washcloth from a basket, wetting it under the sink. He wiped the sweat and cum off your body and gave a kiss to each spot after it was clean. He helped dress you and by the time he was carrying you making his way to your room in the manor it was late. He opened your door and locked it behind him, leading you both to your attached bathroom. He undressed you again and turned on the shower. He lightly coaxed you in, seeing as you were so drowsy from all the night’s activities. He undressed himself and got in, lathering your body wash on a loofah and cleaning you. He wanted to make sure his baby was clean and cozy and content. When he was done washing you, he washed himself and enjoyed smelling like you a little too much. He carried you out of the shower and dried you off, clothing you in jammies and then put on some clothes you had stolen from him a while back.

He held you in his arms and you two cuddled each other all night long. You were his now and he couldn't be happier.

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spidernuggets · 4 months

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Jason Todd x Fem!Reader

Warning: NSFW, Minors DNI, plot where the use of a safe word is used

"Hey. Don't ever be ashamed that you would want to stop"

Your whole day had been literal torture. All you wanted to do was strip away your uncomfortable clothes, replacing them with the soft cotton hoodie that belongs to your vigilante boyfriend.

You forgot your lunch at home together with your money, so all you ate today was a protein bar. Your boss yelled at you for thinking you misplaced important files when really, it was your coworker who lost them. You accidentally closed an important, unsaved tab from your computer. You still had 2 essays due for your college. You had a horrible headache.

Even when you went to your shared home and laid limp on your bed, you stull felt like shit. You changed into more comfortable clothing and patiently waited for Jason to come home from his late evening patrol.

When he came through the fire escape, he was huffing, clearly coming back from a very active vigil. He took off the heavy plated armour off of his upper body, leaving him in his tactical pants and compression shirt, accentuating the ripples of each muscle.

He was frustrated. Yeah, he successfully took down the criminal, but he noticed his performance was lacking unusually. He got a couple of blows, a punch here and there, and all that he was thinking now was that a good fuck will help him get rid of all that frustration and excess adrenaline.

When he came into your shared room, you were staring at your laptop, trying to finish one of your essays. You notice a large figured presence at you door way.

"You're early," you say, looking at him. Jason didn't say anything. He just walked over to you, saving the document on your laptop before slamming it shut and clumsily placing it on the desk beside the bed.

"Jay, what-" Jason shuts you up by connecting his lips to yours, wasting no time to slip his tongue into your mouth. You whimper at his forwardness, and Jason takes that as a sign to continue. He crawls over you, carefully lying you down as he hovers above you, never breaking the kiss.

Maybe this is what you need. Maybe this'll cheer you up. Maybe all you needed for a good day was Jason's cock deep inside of you.

So, you reach your hands up his neck, tugging a handful of his hair in the grip of your hands, bucking your hips upwards against his as Jason groans in response.

You tried to keep your focus on your throbbing cunt instead of your throbbing head, your headache slightly becoming worse.

Jason disconnects his lips from yours, his hands travelling down your torso, bunching your his hoodie above your waist as he kisses and nibbles on the skin of your stomach.

"Off," he demands, pushing your hoodie higher on your body, revealing your tits, where his hands reach up to fondle them, his thumbs circling around your hardening nipples.

You take off your hoodie, shivering at the cool breeze hitting against your skin. Jason returns to his original position, his nose almost touching yours.

"Fuck, you're so beautiful," he grunts, rolling his hips into yours, making you let out a pleaded moan.

"Jay- please," you begged, wanting more of him.

"My little impatient slut." He attaches his lips onto your neck, trying to tug off your sweatpants in which you hastily do it for him. "So fucking needy," he laughs. His rare degration kink only really shows when he's had a rough night.

He unbuckles his belt, kicking his pants off, revealing the large bulge of his cock that was still covered by his boxers.

"Suck," he demands, holding up two of his fingers into your mouth. You quickly obeyed, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as your tongue swirled around his fingers. "What a good, obedient girl."

He removes his fingers from your mouth, and his hand moves down to your needy pussy that begged for his touch.

Your back arched when you finally felt contact on your cunt, wanting to beg for more, but you kept getting distracted by the pains in your head. Still, you tried to push them aside.

Looking down to where Jason's hand was, you watch as he takes his fingers out, whining at the loss of his warmth, as he puts his digits in his mouth, sucking away your precum.

"Jason-" You cry. "Please- please.. I.."

"You what? Use your words, baby," he says.

"I need you p-please. I need you to fuck me," you barely cried out. You didn’t know if it was because of the ache from your pussy or from the migraine you refused to take care of.

"Polite as usual," Jason praises, giving you a kiss on the forhead before removing his boxers, his lengthy cock springing out.

Every time Jason fucks you, you always see heaven. But right now, because of your splitting headache, it was hard to focus on Jason actually splitting you.

Your moans of pleasure slowly turned into moans of pain, but unfortunately, Jason was so caught up in the moment that he didn’t even notice.

"Fuck, baby, so- so fucking tight. God- my good fucking slut," he groaned, slowly pumping his dick in and out of your hole, his pace gradually getting faster. But with every thrust, a sharo pain bolted through your head and you thought your skull was going to crack.

"Fuck, you like that, huh? My greedy little whore, taking my cock like a good girl. My good little fuck toy." His comments didn't make you want to crave more like it usually would. This time, you took them as insults. The build-up of today's stress didn't go well with the degrading pet names that Jason had given you. And tears began to prick your eyes.

His thrusts became rough, and the sex didn't feel good anymore. You wanted it to stop.

"W-wait, Jay, stop, please," you try to say, barely audible. Unfortunately, you say this often while Jason is balls deep into you, so he didn't get the message.

"Fuck, but your being such a good cock pocket, judt for me. Is that want you want, huh? To be my faithful little cum whore?" He grunts.

Shit, the word. What was the word. You haven't used it before, what was it?

When you and Jason sat down to talk about coming up with a safe word, he didn’t want to use the common traffic light system, knowing that you'd use the nickname 'Red' most nights he came home from patrol.

Red. It was something red. A flower? An animal? A gem? Fuck, what was it?!

Food. No... it was a fruit. Shit, which one. Strawberry, raspberry, watermelon, apple. No, no, no...

Cherry. Jason suggested cherry since you loved everything that was cherry.

"Cherry," you tried to call out, but you were exhausted. it barely came out as a whisper.

"Hm? What was that, sweetheart? Fucking speak up," he hisses, burying his face into your neck.

"Cherry," you were able to say louder, coming out as a whine as you gripped his shoulders, trying to push him away.

Jason's eyes widen as he immediately holds himself up, pulling out as you sigh in relief. His heart raced, and he began to panic.

Shit, what did he do? Did he go too far? Was he too rough? Fuck- Did he hurt you??

His full attention was on your teary face that was covered by both your hands as you sniffled. Jason's heart shattered.

He reached out, wanting to caress your cheeks. But did you even want him touching you?

"Sweetheart?" He weakly called out. He moved away from you, grabbing his boxers from the floor, quickly putting them on, and trying to find wear his discarded hoodie went. When he found it, he picked it up and shuffled to you, trying to offer his hoodie that you've claimed yours.

You shifted yourself to sit up, taking the hoodie, but still avoided eye contact with Jason. He wanted to throw up. And he wanted to shoot himself for wanting to throw uo. Because it was you that was hurt. Ans it was him that hurt you.

"I'm sorry," you quietly cry once you have the hoodie on. And Jason's brows knotted.

What? "Y/n, why.. why would you be sorry?" He asked, his face full of confusion.

"I didn't- I didn't mean to stop, I just," you hiccuped into another fit of light sobs, covering your face once more. "It was just a really shit day," your cracking voice muffled by the sleeves of the hoodie. "It's stupid."

"Darling. Look at me. Please..." He asked in the most gentle voice he possibly could. He slowly reached his hands out, telling you that he's about to touch your face. And you let him.

Both his hands hold your soft cheeks, caressing them with his thumbs. "It's not stupid. And never say sorry ever again for something like this," he tells you, staring right into your eyes.

You shake your head, attempting to look away. You thought it was embarrassing. Jason was out there, risking his life for the city, and right now, you felt like a cry baby. But Jason hold your head in place.

"Hey. Don't ever be ashamed that you would want to stop," he reassured you. He had told you this before. The first time you talked about having sex. The two of you talked about kinks, pleasures, boundaries, and such. And you were so grateful that you had someone like Jason who understands would show you so much respect for you, your comfort, and your body. "I'm glad you understand your own boundaries. I'm glad you wanted to stop, and you told me. I'm glad you used our word," Jason says, his calloused hands feeling soft and safe as they surround your face, leaning into his touch.

"Am I really just a slut to you?" You ask. You thought it was a dumb question. But he was saying it so much, and it just got to your head. Jason always shows that he loves you for you. You were more than just sex to him. Fuck, you were so much more to him.

"No. No, no, oh god, baby, no. You are everything to me. You're my life. You are every single breath I take. My heart is in your hands," he says, and your heart absolutely melts. You wouldn't need any more convincing. You knew he loved you.

"Have a headache," you say. Your throat sounds dry, and you look tired.

He places a soft kiss on your forhead, then another one to your lips as he takes your laptop again, opening it, clicking onto a website. He then places the laptop on your legs, playing 'Barbie a Fairy Secret' movie.

"I'll be back in a minute," he says, first finding a pair of sweats and then disappearing out the door.

When he comes back, he has a glass of water in one hand and a small pill in his other, with a cloth hanging over his forearm.

"Take this," he says, handing you the pill and the glass. Your thirst is queched, feeling the cool water run down your hoarse throat. "I'm gonna clean you up, okay?" He says, kneeling on the bed in front of you, tapping your knee twice.

"Mhm," you nod as he nods back, slowly pushing your legs apart, wiping away any of your precum from your hole.

When he finished, he planted a kiss to your knee, sending you a smile as you gave one back.

"Wanna talk about today?" He offers.

You shake your head. "Probably tomorrow," you say, focusing on the movie when a thought hits your brain. "It's not your fault, by the way," you notice the way Jason's body tenses up, and he looks down at you.

"You didn't hurt me. Not intentionally." You knew Jason had made it a bad habit of blaming himself whenever you got hurt, even if it was a minor injury, while he's with you. He always blamed that he wasn't able to protect you or prevent yourself from getting hurt and such. Ever since he started dating you, there's a voice in the back of his head, yelling at him for being selfish, and that you deserve better than him.

Recently, however, Jason has gotten better that he deserves to receive as much love as he is giving. He's accepting the small affections and acts of service that you present to him. He's accepting that he deserves to be loved.

He nods. "I know," he whispers, leaving a kiss to the crown of your head before watching the movie with you.

"Ken and Barbie look like siblings," he quips as you slap his chest, telling him to shut up as you both start laughing, happy to be in each other's arms.

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