Impatience
Time Written- 5:57 a.m
Jason Todd/fem!reader smut (yes, the helmet comes off)
His modulated rasps vertebrates along your back, fully plated muscles pressed firmly along against backbone, becoming the hard wall compared the soft mattress you were trapped against.
“How’s it feel, pretty girl? Feel good, huh? Fuuuck, thought of this pretty little pussy since the second I left. Just can’t help myself.”
Euphoric drops refused to stop trailing down your cheeks, blinding your vision from the silk pillow that caught most of your tears.
Six years ago, the idea of him using you as such erratic, heavily erotic stress relief would’ve made you wince with a furious blush.
You were enclosed in, too closed in to slip a hand down in between your sweaty body and the warm mattress to give your clit additional stimulation. Not that you particularly needed it.
His broad hips ground against your plush ass perfectly, heavy balls slapping against your sobbing cunt. The head of his dick perfectly brushing against your cervix nearly nonstop, drawing endless noises from your mouth, ranging from short yelps to loud, drawn out cries.
Red Hood; with a cock so good he knew just how to use it without even trying.
You didn’t go out to dinner the night before and have a man ogle at your choice of black slip dress, with thin silver chains for sleeves.
You didn’t stroll alongside Jason at a downtown Gotham park on a warm summer evening, catching attention via the faint sheen of sweat along your neck, decorating your faint show of cleavage from your tank top.
You most definitely didn’t rouse this man off the edge by your simple choice of sleepwear, a loose white shirt and a cherry, seductive red lace panty.
As if you didn’t purposely wear that for his viewing pleasure.
It wasn’t Jason being jealous, so to say. To put it politely, it was Jason being overbearing.
Chest nearly melted against your back, burly muscles keeping you trapped against soft cushion, his words contracting the brutality of his relentless pace.
“Please, baby,” he grunts, his modulated voice shooting firefly kisses along your skin. “Please, lemme use this pussy. Been a hard night.”
This could’ve happened after he dragged his heavy boots into a hot shower, but no. While he could’ve washed the night’s worth of sweat and grime off his body, yours was the only priority on his mind. All this beast of a man had done was pull grab you by your hips and adjust your body flat, yank himself free from his constrictive pants before stuffing his fat, aching cock between your thighs. His balls full and heavy after hours of aggravated patrol.
The grunt that rumbled through his modulated speaker forced a tingle of fresh slick to seep from your lips as he fucked your thighs, dampening that sexy underwear in seconds. A short chuckle followed after from feeling it, quickly filled out by another groan as he made do with hooking his finger through one of the lace flowers decorated along your ass, anchoring the hole large enough to fully rip the not so affordable fabric.
His gloved hands gripped hold of the back of your shirt collar, yanking the fabric apart in seconds, exposing your bare skin to the cool bedroom air. Scratchy, gloved hands rubbed along your over sensitive nipples before trailing downwards, quickly leaving muted fingerprints along your hips.
Four years of knowing him, one year of missing him, followed by another year of dating him, you knew very well by now that Jason wasn’t as patient as he presented and enforced himself to be.
No, especially not with you.
“Christ, that’s my good little girl, taking this dick like a champ.”
Devilish grunts against your freshly shampooed hair, his musk fully invading your senses as he straddles the back of your hips, bracing his dirty boots along your bedsheets as he fucks you like an expensive whore.
He drew climax after climax from you so very easily, catching your quivering cries in the palm of his gloved hand. Stale gunpowder filled your nose, his meaty forearm playing a rest to keep your head and neck supported.
You weren’t sure when exactly his helmet came off, never registering the dull thud of it carelessly tossed onto the pillow beside yours. Pale, milky eyes glared into yours, reminding you of the persona who’s hands crushed necks and broke bones, now using you as a pretty little cockslut he’d dote on for the rest of the morning after he’s positive you’re fully bred till sunrise.
He halts his persistent thrusting after your body settled into overstimulation, removing his palm to give you a chance to breathe. He didn’t completely stop, using his knees for leverage to grind his pelvis against you, the tip of his aching, perfectly angled cock brushing against all your sensitive spots perfectly.
His lightly stubbled cheek brushed against yours, his wet tongue licking the sickening saltiness of your sweat and tears, gutturally grunting from the lustful ambrosia your body provided him.
He makes a show of biting the tip of his gloved, middle finger out of the corner of your teary eye, spitting his glove off to the side before caressing your side, dipping his fingers underneath your stomach.
Just the slightest brush of his index finger against your long neglected clit made you buck your ass back against his hips, making Jason smirk at your involuntary, full bodied whimper.
“Think you got another one in ya, sweetheart?”
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my sakusa kiyoomi thought for the day is that his love language is physical touch :( sure he’s not a big fan of pda and sometimes his teammates ask him why he’s not more affectionate with you in public, but that’s only because they fail to notice how subtle the touches are.
the way kiyoomi would stand slightly behind you when you’re talking to your friends so he can place his nimble fingers on the side of your hips, just a little under your shirt against your skin to hide from prying eyes. it’s also the perfect position for him to lean down and whisper in your ear even though its only an excuse for him to subtly nuzzle his nose into your hair :(((
and when you’re grocery shopping, he’s always the one pushing the cart with one hand all while the other is holding onto your pinky so he knows you’re there. you may intertwine fingers, but that’s only on occasions. not because he doesn’t want to, but because he still gets embarrassed when his palms start to sweat. so pinky is the way to go for now.
he’s just a clingy baby albeit sometimes shy, but he’s trying his best to show you how much he appreciates you! especially when you’re both in the comfort of your own home, then he’s just a cuddly kitten. absolutely loves when you play with his hair while he’s resting his head on your lap, encourages you to braid his curls no matter how ugly it turns out to be. kiyoomi tells you that it’s just comforting knowing you’re there with him even if you’re both silent.
also when you’re cuddling in bed with his face buried in your chest, he will randomly tilt your chin up with his head so he can pepper kisses all over your face :(( will probably stay glued to you like that until one of you has to pee and even then, it’ll take 10 minutes of coaxing (and hundreds more kisses) to get him off of you :(( and yes he is a little spoon through and through.
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