jason todd who fucks you harder when you try to refrain from making any little sound, any lewd facial expression, any telling that he’s got you practically soaking his cock with your arousal. you might try to hold back from letting him know just how well he’s fucking you, but your eyes always tell. they get glazed over and half-lidded with blown out pupils. god, there’s nothing he adores more than seeing them widen, seeing tears well up in your waterline after a particularly well placed thrust.
he’ll cage you in between his arms and look deep into those pretty eyes with a smug smirk plastered on his face, give you no where to look but at him. he’s got your body shuddering with every thrust, hands desperately grasping anywhere but him to find reprieve, but that plan inevitably falters. arms wound around his shoulders, body bucking upwards with every punctuated thrust, jason finally manages to break you. he’s got you damn near screaming on his cock in a matter of no time, and he couldn’t be more pleased with himself.
jason todd who grabs you by the jaw and forces you to look into his eyes while he’s two fingers knuckle deep in your cunt. he knows how to curl them just right enough to have you keening, openly moaning while he smirks and makes fun of the babbled nonsense leaving your kiss-swollen lips. he’ll have you practically clawing at his wrist after just one orgasm, and he’s feeling mean enough to not let up. jason will gladly fuck you through it, but he has no intentions of stopping until your sobbing and trying to squirm away.
Need the kind of cuddling where we get our hands under each other’s shirts and splay out our fingers just to feel as much of each other as possible and make ourselves as close to each other as possible