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lorebite · 2 years

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Hiii I love your work so damn much! I want to ask, please can you do Jason Kolchek x reader smut where jason is their lieutenant and they act all bratty so Jason decides to punish them if you know what I mean ;)

Hi, lovely. Thank you so much! I hope this is to your liking.

the smoked || Jason Kolcehk x Reader

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI. Cursing. Gender neutral reader. Suggestive content (making out, punishment with belt, dirty talk, teasing, allusion to D/s dynamic). Jason being a big ol meany.

The morning exercises were always a pain in the ass when Lieutenant Kolchek was the instructor.

When the word spread those early mornings that he’d be watching over the soldiers that day, a cacophony of frustrated groans and angry mutterings would roll in the sleepy barrack. And you knew immediately, from the moment you could slip out of bed and into your uniform, you only had precise minutes before you were supposed to be standing feet tucked together and chest puffed out in the whip of the Iraqi heat.

And this morning was no different. You sprung from your slumber when the voice of your comrade tore through the dingy barrack, hurrying everyone out of bed, filling the previously quiet space with clatter of heels and rustling fabric. Your body moved of its own accord, briskly and automatically, eyes constantly gliding over the increasing queue of soldiers hastening out with a faint veil of sleepy chatter hung above them. You pulled your boot laces like drawstrings before tucking them inside your socks and followed the group out into the long hallways.

You assumed your position by the end of the short, yet neat line of stiff bodies in the courtyard, listening to the gentle wind flit through the palm leaves as the balmy autumn air licked at your skin. The palace windows glowed bright and golden against the starlit sky. A magnificent beauty silenced beneath the cloak of the night and the wounds of war.

The pleasant warmth, though, very soon became overbearing as it dampened your skin. You hardly wanted to move with the way your military shirt clung so tightly to your chest. And by the way an echo of complaints resounded from your right, it wasn’t difficult to see that your comrades felt the same.

At long last, you heard the tall doors in the distance push and then clutter close. Almost automatically, you straightened your spine and wove your fingers together on your back. Nervous feet shuffled on the sand beside you, heads tilting up and back towards the sky. You could swear a collective breath was being held as Lieutenant Kolchek walked past the line of soldiers, his sharp eyes skimming over every face with a frown on his own.

His stern voice rose above the courtyard in a deep, thickly accented voice, roaring his usual morning speech that punctured any thread of wandering thought about to be formed inside your head. A slow breeze picked up his soapy clean scent as he stopped a feet away from you, and you took in an instinctive gulp of breath.

It made him seem oddly innocent; as he cocked his head and spoke heatedly with an aggressive wave of his arm, eyes twinkling beneath the furrow of his brows, you could almost brush off the domineering ring of his voice when those little dips in his cheeks deepened with every stretch of his lips.

But he seemed to be in an exceptionally bad mood today, and your suspicions were proven correct once you began a lap around the courtyard. The sequence of numbers fell through his teeth in harsh bursts. He slowed down and sped back up with no definite rhythm, causing you to step on your comrade’s heel or bump into their back. It was almost as if Kolchek wanted someone to slip up.

However, even then nobody dared as much as spare a glance in his direction. A few have already fallen victim to his relentless berating for lagging behind, and each time, each fucking time, he started counting back from the top to punish the entire bunch just because of one person. This was too strict even by his standards.

“This gotta be a fucking joke!” You panted, face contorting into a soured expression, as Kolchek cut himself off in the middle of, yet another countdown to single out a younger marine.

Merwin caught up to you, a misshapen grin pulled his lips back over his gritted teeth as he wheezed. “Someone forgot to muzzle their puppy boy, ha? Hard fucking ass.”

Air fled your throat in a strangled huff of laughter before your eyes locked with Kolchek’s an immediate instance later. Your breath hitched into a startled hiccup and you stole your eyes away, sucking your lips into your mouth to swallow back your grin. But he was already turning his body towards you, raising a brow.

“Something’s funny, (L/N)?”

You gave a frustrated grunt, following the now silent count to lower upon the ground and heave yourself on your arms. The soft sand running through your fingers only made for difficult stability as you groaned beneath your own weight and Kolchek’s unwavering gaze.

“Get that face close to the fucking ground. I wanna see some real hustling, marine – now one… two…”

You remained, seconds later, panting harshly and head hung in a motionless push-up. Your muscles burned with the pressure, drops of sweat rolling down the curve of your nose as hasty boots scurried past you with a loud chorus of whines.

However, Kolcheck didn’t heed the protests. You rose back to your feet in time to catch a glimpse of him eyeing you carefully. And a, dare you say, concerned frown creased between his eyebrows as he briefly watched you join the run again. His gaze then snapped to the soldier darting past you, startling him with a yell of his name and chastising him for being so goddamn slow. You knew he spared you just this once for whatever twisted reason that made sense in his mind.

But things seemed to just spiral from there. As the first morning light crept over the glimmering stars, you were still held up weaving through the palm trees. The adrenaline pumping under your skin wasn’t helping you anymore, causing stutters in your steps and making your already heavy boots feel like anchors dragging through a quicksand. So, when you unwittingly tripped over your own foot, you could barely catch yourself before you fell face first into the back of the soldier in front of you.

Your breath left you in a harsh gasp, legs finally giving out beneath you. Your fall managed to stagger a few more soldiers ahead of you, sending them down to the ground like a stumble of dominos. You rubbed your nose with a pained groan, your body soaking in the much needed rest despite the tumble you’ve just taken.

You froze as a broad shadow stalked over your head, veiling the bright sunlight peeking from behind the dome roof of the palace. You turned your eyes nervously over your shoulder, and that pair of fatigue pants invaded your vision. The same pair that led down to those horrendously laced boots.

Oh, right.

Attention snapping back to your own boots, you noticed their strings splayed out over the dusty leather. You swallowed, eyes bouncing shyly at the staring heads that steered clear of your direction, a sobering heat stung your cheeks.

“The fuck you still doing on the ground?” Came Kolchek’s sudden yell.

You shot back to your feet, hands clasping together behind you. He used the leverage to step into your space, his vacant stare pierced by that pursed stretch of his lips that drew your eyes to the little hollows of his cheeks. Only for a moment. Then you veered your gaze ahead and over his strong shoulder, raising your chin to make yourself seem less as though you wanted to defy your superior.

“Don’t they teach you nothing at boot camp, marine? You fancy getting your ass shot off out there?”

An immediate pause followed the seemingly rhetoric question before you realized he was actually waiting for your response.

“No, sir.” You said politely, shoving down the hot flurry of anxiety from making a show upon your face.

“No, you didn’t learn shit, or no, you didn’t bother to care?”

You bit the inside of your cheek, face tingling with warmth. Irritation bubbled threateningly in your chest, and it brought just the barest sneer to your lips. Kolchek caught it immediately, and he cocked a brow with a tilt of his head. Almost tauntingly. But you held your tongue and tried to explain yourself calmly.

“I graduated top of my class, sir. I wouldn’t simply be here if I didn’t care.”

“You’re not exactly selling me the idea of a model soldier right now, sweetheart.” The pet name came nonchalantly, and from the corner of your eye, you saw no change in the stern distortion of his face. Yet, your heart still gave a warm jolt in your chest. “That attitude don’t fix a fucking bullet hole in your skull.”

Maybe it was the unnervingly calm tone of his voice as he chided you that got under your skin. But you met his eyes now, jaw set and fingers curling tight against your back. Every attempt of your rationale at convincing you this wasn’t worth getting in more trouble for failed to prove fruitful. The sweltering heat and the exhaustion finally opened the floodgates of your frustration.

“With all due respect, sir, I’m perfectly capable in combat. But you’re free to see for yourself if you don’t take my word for it.”

A sparse roll of “ooh”s and “ah”s swept over the courtyard, and a triumphant smirk quirked the corner of your mouth when Kolchek gave no immediate response. He lifted his chin, staring down at you from beneath his lashes with a bitter frown of his lips.

“Know your fucking place, (L/N)—”

You cut him off, “or what? You’ll punish me? By all means, Lieutenant,” you released a hand from the clasp of your fingers to flourish it dramatically. “Do your fucking worst – oh, wait! You can’t. There’s nothing you haven’t done already. Except having me lick the bottom of your fucking boot.”

Kolchek’s eyes darkened with mischief, pupils suddenly blowing wide as he cocked his head slowly. His gaze wandered down your body, a faint smirk curving his lips.

“I ain’t gotta make you do that to get you down on your knees, sweetheart.” He rasped.

The back of your neck prickled with goosebumps despite the consuming heat nipping at your skin. Your eyes shifted uneasily around to see if anybody else heard him as your chest hitched with a gasp. They didn’t. And somehow, that didn’t stop the sudden leap of your pulse. You returned your eyes to Kolchek’s upon the soft scoff of laughter through his teasing smile.

“Now be a good little soldier and get your ass to my office,” he motioned his head to the tall doors behind him. “And don’t make me repeat myself – Sergeant Kay,” he lifted his head only slightly to call out, eyes never breaking away from yours. “You’re in charge of the rest of the routine.”

You heard Nick’s distant “yes, sir” as you trailed far behind Kolchek back into the palace.

You followed the lieutenant to his office – or where you assumed you were headed to. You passed through the labyrinthine hallways and eventually past the pale oak of his office door without making a stop. When your feet slowed hesitantly behind, he only beckoned you loudly without so much as turning a look over his shoulder.

“Weren’t we supposed to—”

“I changed my mind.” His face turned with a sickly sweet smile to you as you caught up with him. “This way.”

He gestured down the winding path around the bend you had just come up to, no doubt the same one you took some mornings to get to the gym. Your eyes shifted nervously back to his. What was he planning to do now?

“I thought—well—I just—aren’t you gonna—what about the punishment?”

He watched you stumble over your words with a small upturn of his lips, dark eyes glistening in the harsh sunlight.

“Who said anything about punishments?” His smile grew, eyes not once prying away from your wide ones. “We’re just gonna test a little theory.”

“Test what exactly?”

“If your fists go as hard as that fucking tongue. Keep up, marine.”

“With all due respect, sir—”

He rolled his eyes, cutting you off, “with all due respect, you shut that mouth. Now get moving.”

With a sudden push of his palm against your back, he urged you ahead. The heat suddenly felt like flames on your skin, pawing with panic and a tickling need. His hand remained on the soaked fabric of your shirt, fingers slowly curling in to dig ever so gently into the soft flesh. The careful pressure of his fingertips roused sparks of warmth in the pit of your stomach, picturing their softs pads claiming inch for inch of your body.

You swallowed. Hard. Eyes only thieving glances at his strangely serene face. Your knees felt light, carrying your weight as though it had suddenly turned into a sack of bricks. The little proximity between you wasn’t at all comforting either, only piling onto the anxiety already mounting at a dizzying pace inside your head.

Kolchek opened the door of the makeshift gym and beckoned you inside with a lazy wave of his hand. You followed the silent command, stepping into the dimly lit room and listened to the soft click of the door closing shut behind you.

“I’ll make this interesting for you,” you heard him speak as he flipped on the light switch, and you turned around to face him. “You stay on your feet for two minutes and I’ll let you have it your way. And if you don’t, well, we can talk about that later.”

“Two minutes?” You scoffed. That wasn’t too bad.

“You feeling lucky, Sergeant?”

You grinned. “Confident is more like it.”

Kolchek assumed his spot in front of you, fists up and ready. You followed, sliding a foot back to imitate his stance with a slow twist of your lips. His eyes immediately searched your posture, eyeing any opening before he looked back up at you.

“On my count – three, two—” But you had already thrown your first punch.

A choked noise of surprise caught in his throat as he parried your fist, leaping a small step back to distance himself from you. You stepped into his space again and raised your leg, straight and firm, and kicked at his stomach. Air audibly escaped his mouth as he propelled backwards into the wall.

Your fist only landed right where his face previously was when you pushed in for the final blow. You groaned as the pain of the impact rippled through your knuckles. Kolchek used up the moment to knee you in the side and you staggered away, clutching at your shirt, a string of curses spilling from your lips.

You straightened yourself again, holding up your guard, and watched him with a scowl as he strutted back in front of you. A smirk was dancing across his lips when he raised his fists once more. Your ego had taken quite a hit, heart now pumping with adrenaline. Your sweat-soaked fringe stung your vision but you didn’t dare make any move to push it away.

Kolchek was the first to attack this time, his strong arm spearing right at your chest. You jumped back, he forward, and his next punch flew towards your face before yours could. You barely managed to jerk your head away, feeling the forceful thrust of his fingers tear through the air and past your ear.

The more steps you took to pull away for distance, he filled it with another rapid punch. You were spent, and you had only used your breaths to parry or to dodge. His fists didn’t let up even briefly and soon, you were backed up against the wall. Oh, but this was your winning chance now.

When he came close enough for his finishing punch, you raised your knee and hit him between the thighs. He keeled over with a grunt. You took hold of his shoulders, bringing your knee up once again for another hit. However, he was up and against you before you could move another muscle. His hand grabbed beneath your knee and pulled your body tightly to his, bracing another by the side of your head on the wall.

You were stunned. Wide eyes staring up into his warm certain ones, you fought the urge to let them fall to his lips. Though you could very well feel his breaths on yours. Hot, fast and erratic. And you could hear them, too. Thick, almost inaudible moans laced underneath the harsh pants. It was pure temptation.

“So, what about my punishment now?”

He chuckled softly. “You really want me to get my hands on you, don’t you?”

You swallowed, words failing you as you searched for a response. Kolchek’s hand lowered to your jaw, fingers curling gently around your neck. His gaze dropped to your mouth for a moment before it bore back up into yours again.

“By the looks of things, you were dying to get your hands on me.” You finally said, letting a teasing smile hug your lips. “Isn’t that why you brought me here in the first place?”

“You have a big head for a marine, sweetheart.”

“Prove me wrong then.”

His parted lips brushed lightly against yours as he inclined his head, fluttering ever so slowly as if he meant to kiss you but he remained distant, eyes pinned down to your mouth.

“You want me to leave you here? Is that what you’re telling me to do?”

You gaped, unable to respond once again. His eyes returned to yours.

“That’s what I thought.”

He kissed you then, gently and carefully, lifting his thumb from your throat to caress your jawline as he moaned softly into your mouth. His kisses were slow, cautious. Tongue coming to touch yours in light brushes. His fingers barely pressed down upon your skin, and barely moving from their place. Almost as if he was unsure of it.

“Oh, baby! I wanted to do this for so goddamn long.” He leaned away only slightly to whisper against your lips. “You’re so fucking beautiful. So fucking pretty.”

You smiled. “What else did you wanna do?”

The shift in his face was instant. Lidded eyes rising up to yours with lust blown pupils. His lips twitched into a small smirk, leaning farther away. He let a hand down to his belt and unbuckled it, his heated gaze locked with yours. He yanked the slip of leather from its loops with a swift tug of his arm, and the belt came free in his palm.

“Turn around.”

You listened without question, although the look of confusion was evident in your frown.

“And put those hands on the wall.”

His warm body was pressed to your back then, his free hand circling around your waist. You could feel his breath lick at the shell of your ear as his mouth hovered close to the side of your face.

“There’s something else I’ve been meaning to do you. Something that’s been heavy on my mind. You wanna know what that is?”

You nodded wordlessly.

“I wanna make your legs shake till you can’t stand up straight no more. If it’s my hand,” his fingers dipped dangerously low to your navel, toying with the hem of your shirt. “Or my mouth,” his lips trailed coyly down along the length of your neck, pressing a wet kiss to the skin. “Or anything I can get that pretty little mouth to moan with. I know you’d sound fucking heavenly, baby. But right now,” he clicked his tongue. “Right now, you ain’t exactly in my good books. You naughty little brat. Right now, I wanna make you fucking cry. But this is what you want, right? Nod your head for me if that’s what you want me to do you.”

You nodded, swallowing thickly. He chuckled darkly in your ear.

“Good. So, you know how to fucking listen. I’m gonna unbutton your pants now. Is that okay?”

A breathless “yeah” flew out of your mouth as soon as his question ended. His fingers skillfully undid your pants. He pulled and slid them down across your legs, crouching at your ankles as he let the thick heap of fabric pool around your boots.

His hands skimmed over your thighs, fingers pressing greedily into the soft flesh. His lips explored your legs eagerly, his delicate moans washing over your skin in warm brushes of breath. Goosebumps crept along your spine and you let your head down to release a sharp sigh.

Jason’s mouth sought the heat between your thighs, traveling farther up to your throbbing ache that made you writhe ever so slightly. You could feel him smirk against your skin as a breathy “fuck” tipped off your lips.

“Can I take off your underwear, baby?”

“Yes, oh god. Yes. Fuck.”

The tight piece of fabric was down to your ankles an instance later. Your cheeks tingled with warmth, and you hooked your lip between your teeth. You felt vulnerable. Exposed. Jason’s folded belt dragging shyly across your leg never once failed to remind you what he intended to do.

You heard him return to his feet, felt his free hand curl around you again. His lips came close to your ear once more with a devilish tone. The previous softness long gone from his voice.

“You better keep it down, you hear me? The only thing you’ll be saying is counting out each strike.” He tapped the belt to your leg in another reminder of what was to come. “And if it gets too much, just say so and I’ll back off immediately. Is that clear?”

“Yes, sir.”

“What a good fucking soldier you are. Taking my orders as you should. Such a good little listener.”

You felt the sting of the belt an instance later, and you gasped loudly in surprise. You fumbled briefly before you choked out a “one”. Then came the next blow, a sharper thud landing right on your ass. Your chest hitched with a stuttered breath, fingers curling into loose fists on the wall as you bit your lip.

“Two.”Another hit.“Three. Fuck.”

By the time Jason made the final strike, your knees were trembling. Strings of strangled whimpers slipped through your lips, beads of sweat rolled down the side of your face. Your pulse raced with adrenaline, shallow breaths escaping your mouth rapidly. Jason caressed the raw skin of your ass, pressing gentle, soothing kisses to the back of your neck.

“You alright, sweetheart? Wasn’t too rough on you, was I?”

You nodded. “Yeah, yeah.” A grin swept across your face, and you chucked breathlessly. “I’m great.” You spun in his arms, letting your hands rest on his broad shoulders as you peered adoringly into his eyes. “That was great.”

“Yeah?”

“Mhm-hmm. I’ll be honest, I didn’t think you had it in you.”

He scoffed, rolling his eyes, but his lips held a hint of a fond smile. “Now you’re just testing me.”

“Shit. Too obvious?” You grinned.

He snorted a laugh, capturing your lips against his own with a chaste kiss.

“You keep running that mouth and I’ll find other ways to shut it up for you.”

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lorebite · 2 years

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Here’s one for your beautiful writing skills:

Jason and y/n are roommates. Secretly in love. HEAVY sexual attraction. Y/n is a virgin & insecure. ✨🕺🏻

Thank you, bby. 💖

Since I’ve already done two fics that include these topics separately, I thought I'd throw a wild card into the mix as well to avoid repetition. Hope you don’t mind. Also, This took me embarrassingly long to finish, so I'm sorry and thank you so much for being patient, love! 💗

Also #2, this fic very directly takes inspiration from Cops n’ Robbers by Anxious_Red (highly recommend listening to it if you’re into audio erotica and Msubs).

𝒊𝒏 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒂 𝒑𝒊𝒔𝒔, 𝒊𝒏 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒂 𝒄𝒓𝒐𝒘𝒅 | 𝐣𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐤𝐨𝐥𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐤 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

warnings: 18+ minors dni. cursing. fem/afab reader. suggestive content (teasing, dirty talk (Jason loves to ramble mid-coitus), use of handcuffs, telekinetic handjob, daddy kink, finger sucking, mentions of masturbation, fingering, cunnilingus, unprotected sex (p in v), bowstring position, very slight corruption kink). [roommate] enemies to lovers. superhero au. mentions of reader being inexperienced and insecure. friendly (?) jabs and banters. use of a silly nickname for Jason. sexually charged physical fight. praises and pet names.

Jason sat with his head hung, one hand holding a dripping bag of ice against his disheveled hair. You smiled at him from behind the bar table, mere steps away, as you tended to a customer. His eyes barely rose to meet yours, fingers wringing absentmindedly in his fringe.

The neon purple lights cast a soft shadow over his face and the bruises spread into his skin. He winced as he shifted on his stool, tongue worming out to wet the caked blood over his torn, chapped lip.

The bar was almost empty and yet, your ears were full of his pained complaints and fogged memories; one in particular, he kept circling back to. A certain masked vigilante whom he had fought only minutes before he stumbled through the doors of your workplace, completely out of it.

A traitorous smile struggled to split your face open as you walked back to him, tossing a towel over your shoulder before leaning forward with a palm against the edge of the bar table.

“Hey, man, you’re doing okay over there?”

You hooked your lip between your teeth, brows rising in a mocking show of concern.

Jason loosened his fist on the tabletop, drawing your eyes to the aggressive flush of his knuckles and the mark – your marketched in a fresh scar to the back of his hand; a designated “V” carved with two sharp swipes of your dagger. A humiliating reminder of his loss against you. But right now, he was too dazed for the weight of it to truly sink in.

“Yeah… ‘M fine… Need a beer…” He slurred, the words barely comprehensible above the faint chatter in the bar and his own near stupor. His eyes stared vacantly ahead at the liquor shelf behind you, then his finger rose to wave aimlessly in the air. “Some o’ that.”

You rolled your eyes. “You don’t need that, Jason. I’m not carrying your deadweight ass back home. And you didn’t tell me what happened to you.”

It took him an instance to gather his response. He was still clearly under the influence of the chemicals that knocked him out back inside the warehouse. He was being an absolute pain. If you hadn’t looked over your shoulder quickly enough, he would’ve been able to take off your mask. You had no choice. You had to put him down to protect your own identity.

“‘S just my head.” He finally argued, albeit very weakly, and with a petulant frown of his lips.

“Does it still hurt?”

He nodded wordlessly, letting the now watered-down bag of ice fall by his hand on the wooden table.

“Alright. I got you.”

As you picked up the plastic bag and turned for the kitchen, Jason caught your wrist. His grip was weak and his fingers immediately released you to fall back against the table when you stopped. He gave you a moue of protest.

“Don’t go.” He whined softly, almost childlike, and you resisted the urge to grin again.

“I’ll be a second. But you have to tell me what happened, okay?”

He made a drawn out “mhm-hmm” as you finally walked to the back of the bar and inside the kitchen to grab another makeshift icepack before returning to his side. You dumped the bag on the table and heaved a sigh.

“There you go.”

A moment of silence stretched between you as Jason picked up the plastic bag and to his head, grimacing at the first touch of biting cold against his skin before relaxing into it.

“Vex…” He mumbled, and even then, the venom in his voice was rich as he spat the name.

You, of course, knew what or who he was talking about. But to him, you were just an ordinary civilian he happened to share a roof with. And besides that, you had to pretend you didn’t know about his double life as a superhero.

“Who?”

“You know—the, um—the mark thing—the mark.” His hand waved vaguely in the air as a feigned frown of confusion tugged at your brows. He clicked his tongue in defeat, elbows spreading across the tabletop. Then, as though struck by a jolt of electricity, his arm shot in the air to show you the back of his hand and the scar upon it. “See, that’s what I’m talking about. That’s her.”

“That’s… Vex?”

He hummed lazily in agreement.

“You’re saying she roughed you up like this? She sounds pretty cool.”

He narrowed his eyes, jerking a pointer finger in your direction. “No, she doesn’t.” As if that wasn’t enough of a statement on its own, and seeing the small upturn of your lips as a challenge to himself, he stood halfway to reach over the table and fullyjab the pad of his finger at your chest. “No. She fucking. Doesn’t.”

You giggled.

“Alright. I heard you the first time.”

He plopped back down on his stool with a groan.

“I’m gonna get her back. I swear I am.”

“Whatever you say, Jason.”

The taunt came before you could hold from it but it didn’t shake him even slightly. If anything, he took offense to it, giving you a betrayed scowl of disbelief.

“You don’t believe me, do you?” He narrowed his eyes again. “When I finally grab that girl by the scruff and shove her face into those fucking cameras, I’m gonna sit here and say I told you so.” His rant sunk under a brief lull before he said again quickly, “and yeah. There will be cameras.”

“So, that’s it?” Typical buzzkill, you thought to yourself.

That was all he was planning to do if he finally caught you? You couldn’t say you were entirely surprised but you sure were disappointed.

He didn’t respond immediately, instead he scoffed and rolled his eyes. As if you had just appalled him, questioning what he stood for. And in your own twisted way, you quite were. If he knew he was talking to Vex herself right now, this conversation would’ve turned out a lot less civil.

“Why would I turn her in right away? It ain’t no fun.”

No fun, he said. No fun. Since when your lovely little hero was turning into you?

Months of this fox and hare chase and it took just tonight to find out Jason enjoyed this as much as you did. Truly strange. But maybe after all, he wasn’t just a stereotypical self-righteous prick of a hero with a stick far up his ass. Boring? Definitely. But that sentence alone told you even his morals tiptoed on a slippery slope. Oh, how fun indeed!

“Between you and me,” Jason started after a moment of silence from you. “I kinda like her – don’t get me wrong,” he quickly attempted to remedy what he said. “She’s still a pain in my fucking ass. But fuck, I’d kill to see her face.”

A string of thoughts then queued up in his head; ones he was clearly embarrassed to put into spoken words. But he wasn’t thinking about Vex anymore. His eyes stole guilty glances at you as his next thought emerged; see your body, I wanna see your body. The shame was pure evident in the flash of dark tinge across his cheeks as he averted his eyes shyly.

You almost choked on your own spit, the embarrassment of your own pooling in the pit of your stomach. Your heart fluttered as the thread of his thoughts wove and wove and muddied into filthier suggestions. They coiled tighter into a lustful heat, and panic burst like a spark in the back of his mind as he fought to push them away before he wasn’t able to stop his body from reacting to them anymore.

“Don’t let anybody else hear you say that.” You finally said, letting a small smirk spread across your lips.

Jason’s nightly fruitless search for you continued for weeks to come. You felt even more inclined to hide from him now. Since that night in the bar, everything began to spiral. What seemed like a stupefied, unspoken confession, became more serious, and also more tangible.

He came home every night, mind riddled with flashes of his painful bruises and weeping wounds. And they were so obnoxiously loud, they woke you in the middle of the night. You swore the man was screaming inside his own head, even as he shut the front door quietly and made his way across your tiny living room, trying his damnedest not to stir you.

And those nights you wished more than others to have been able to turn off his thoughts.

When he was in the confines of his bedroom, where he heaved his worn body over his small bed, it only took him minutes for it to start – what you liked to call his late night self-pity feasts; the soft rustling of the bedsheets, the harsh strokes of his fingers along his cock, and the thunderous need to cry out your name.

No concrete wall of any density could keep away all the ways he pictured you in those private moments. And it terrified you immensely. Because you knew how quickly the switch was going to be flipped if he were to find out who you truly were.

And perhaps for another reason, too which you weren’t willing to entertain the idea of now.

You already had your hands full with keeping a low profile and scheming an elaborate plan for the perfect moment to strike. You were going to pull out all the stops, put on one hell of a show to mark Jason’s downfall and take another win to your name. And you happened to have just the occasion in mind as well.

The morning of that fateful day, a regular morning like any other; quiet above all, except for the head-spinning gush of Jason’s thoughts that passed over the small dining table to you; somewhere in the midst, his mind slowed down as his eyes began staring vacantly down at your loose-fitting shirt.

You were raking your fingers through the damp threads of your hair before the clouded look in his eyes caught your attention. His mouth moved absentmindedly, his fork sliding back and forth over his food without picking up any, and then it hit you. As you raised your steaming cup to your lips to take a sip, a foreign stream of thought that certainly didn’t belong to you.

…god, I just wanna take those tits into my mouth.

You coughed out your gulp of coffee, shoulders hitching uncontrollably as you yanked a napkin off the table to hide your mouth behind. Jesus, this fucking man!

You wiped your mouth gingerly, avoiding Jason’s unmoving stare as his eyes followed the movement of your hands. Finally meeting his gaze, he quickly darted his focus down to his plate, shoving a forkful of scrambled eggs into his mouth.

“I’m working late today.” He mumbled, and you almost marveled at how easily that lie fell through his teeth without him choking on it. “Don’t wait up for me. I’ll have dinner at work.”

A rouge smile tugged at your lips as his “work” flashed in his head in quick bursts of colors – the national art museum and that pretentious charity gala he was going to escort the mayor to. A soft “mhm-hmm, sure.” tipped off your lips as you fought to shove down the flurry of heat rising rebelliously in your core, half of your mind still fixated on his previous untold comment.

His mind buzzed with excitement. Electrified. He had more reason than fulfilling his duty to the city this evening; a promise you – Vex had made him long ago that he was finally going to have his fill of a proper, fair fight. Jason was confident he was going to get you tonight. How quaint!

A few hours later, you were pressing through the doors of the museum, draped in your red dress and guised by your masquerade mask. You smiled shyly at your reflection in the large windows as you made your way down along the winding hallways. This was a nice change from the constant bulk of your armor suit weighing down on your shoulders.

However, you couldn’t help but feel quite exposed; the dress was perfectly tailored to your body, embosoming your silhouette while also leaving enough room for movement. The long slit running along the skirt rippled over your leg as you sauntered towards the ballroom, lured by the seductive tune of the string quartet.

You fidgeted with your fingers, thieving steps behind the other guests as they eagerly walked in and blended with the flow of expensive clothes and alluring aromas. The room hummed with the chatter of unspoken thoughts inside your ears, and you listened intently for that familiar echo that told you Jason was here as well. And somewhere in the midst, you had to scold your own nagging voice of anxiety before stepping in onto the cream marble tiles.

Your eyes shifted uneasily as did your feet, shoulders tense as every head you walked by began to feel much more like a prying eye pinned to your every movement. Voice of reason was in a constant battle with your gnawing anxiety, sending pinpricks of ice cold through your chest. I should’ve just stayed the fuck home, you thought begrudgingly, steering away from the slowly crowding floor of the ballroom as pairs of dancers joined hands for the next number.

“Red’s for sure your color, darling.”

You startled upon the familiar rasp from over your shoulder. You spun on your heels, your widened eyes meeting a pair of dark ones through a simple black mask. If it weren’t for the prideful singsong of his mind practically giving him away, that cocky quirk of his lips was a true seal on his identity.

Your eyes fell to his outstretched hand, long fingers beckoning – no, demanding – for yours. You arched a brow, gaze rising back to his questioningly.

“Think you owe me a dance.” And a fight, his mind finished for him.

He didn’t wait for your response, stepping immediately into your space to slip his hand in yours. His other palm grazed the small of your back, warm fingers pressing gingerly against the sheathed skin. The gentleness betrayed the cold look in his eyes as he tugged you suddenly forward, and you fell clumsily against his chest with a short gasp. His lips gave a playful twitch; a faint, barely there gesture that didn’t slip from your attentive eyes.

“Nice party, isn’t it?”

The dirty drawl of his voice raised goosebumps along your arms. The balmy air of the ballroom suddenly began to feel stifling and cold. His calloused grip tightened on your waist as he moved you against himself to the music. From this distance, you could smell the sharp tang of his cologne on his pulse points as he lifted his head to stare down at you from beneath his lashes.

The smooth skin of his neck showed through the unkempt collar of his white shirt. He was temptation itself in the rawest form. Rough. Heavy. Loud. And he was certainly no gentleman unlike what his polite television persona liked for you to believe. If the stealthy crawl of his hand trailing a path down beneath the slit of your skirt proved anything.

You smiled. “Patience, Kolchek. You don’t wanna give anyone the wrong idea, do you?”

His fingers closed around your thigh, pressing indents into the skin. His hand was so close to the holster strapped hidden underneath your dress, and you tried to not let the anxiety break upon your face.

“I’m sure we’ll be fine. I’m gonna bet if I kissed you right now, no one’s even gonna bother to turn and look over here.”

Oh, that fucker was messing with you! None of what he spoke rang true under his mischievous tone. Not even his head stayed loyal to the words on his lips.

“Is that a challenge or a promise?”

“You know me, sweetheart. I always play hard.”

“More like make things hard – whenever it’s not necessary.”

He hummed. “That’s your job, baby. I’m sure you can even feel it right now.”

His hands tugged you forward again and surely, there it was; the firm press of something hard that you could feel through the silk of your dress. You swallowed and stole a quick glance around the ballroom. You were much farther away from the watchful eyes of the guests, hidden in the cool shadows behind the tall archways that rose high to the dome ceiling. Truly, nobody could see you. Not even the cameras turned in your direction.

“That’s just my gun,” you finally remarked, returning your eyes to his. “But nice try.”

An easy laugh spilled free from his lips, eyes twinkling dangerously. “Smart smart girl,” he lilted. “Looks like you’re not so hopeless after all.”

“You wouldn’t be hunting me down for months if I were.”

“What makes you think you get away on your own?” His voice dipped lower, almost threatening. Only the soft playful glint in his eyes doused the panic that suddenly rose in your stomach. He leaned closer, his warm breath feathering over your ear as he whispered, “what if I let you? Ever think of that, sweetheart?”

His face was back before your eyes again, his lips now only a breath apart from yours. Your pursed lips pulled into a tight smirk.

“You flatter yourself way too much.”

“Wanna test that theory then?”

Your smile broadened. “Sure.”

And for only a short few minutes, you danced in his arms, and he moved you like a loose ribbon gliding upon air. That was impressive actually. You couldn’t have even guessed this man had it in him to be any graceful. And now he was dancing you as he’s done this many times before.

As the music slowed, he pulled you closer, noses brushing like lovers. He flashed you a boyish smile. That up to no good troublemaker smile that sent your heart plummeting to your core. It made your skin tingle with adrenaline and your cheeks with warmth.

Now was the time.

You surged forward and captured his lips against your own, spurred on by a sudden burst of confidence. His grin faltered, mouth growing slack; but he reciprocated only instances later, breathing a soft “hmm” into your mouth. His lips moved eagerly upon yours – returning kiss after kiss that only turned more passionate with each one. The tip of his tongue brushed over your lip boldly; however, you responded by releasing him without a second thought.

You wormed out of his embrace with ease as he watched you, stunned, empty arms remained in midair as though a puppet master held his strings firmly in place. Your pistol, now sitting safely back in your hand, slid right into your holster as you smiled victoriously.

And with that, you disappeared behind the crowd without another word as Jason’s eyes followed the small trail of your skirt along the ballroom floor, slithering away from him.

Another shot missed.

However, it didn’t take Jason long to find you again. His eyes sought you like a moth to the flame, tearing down the melodically entranced ballroom for that one place he could find you in. His own mind under the spell of that sudden kiss and the igniting warmth on his lips which now flooded his entire chest.

He eventually caught you peering over the balcony underneath the alcove just a floor above the guests, your fingertips warm and leaking with thin smoke as your power sizzled beneath your skin. When his panicked gaze locked upon your mischievous one, your lips curved into a disarming grin.

You lifted three fingers to your lips, pressing a showy kiss to their pads before blowing it in his direction, firing a sphere of flames to the floor below with it. Jason’s eyes widened, head snapping to the deafening noise of explosion immediately consuming the walls and the screams of terror within them.

Somewhere in the heat of the incident and your own adrenaline-fueled pulse thrumming in your ears, you missed the dark brown eyes meeting yours once more, and the red hot fury flashing in those blown pupils; because you were stunned when your body jerked back against your will and landed painfully on the cold ground beneath you.

You glanced up immediately at the familiar face hovering over yours – that angry, flushed, deliciously handsome familiar face. Despite the many times you imagined that same face smothered between your thighs, you pushed your palms against his chest and threw him back and off of you. This was a fight between Jason and Vex. There was no place for you in this.

You shot back up to your feet, wasting no more time to make a run for it towards and out the closest exit, not stopping even as Jason yelled gruffly after you, very possibly drawing attention to himself – and consequently, you.

You dodged past the coming influx of frightened guests, ears ringing with their screams and alarmed thoughts. The threatening glow of your palms, bearing a pair of burning orbs, scared away anyone who attempted to stop you upon Jason’s loud demands for them to hold you off. Though none also managed to stop the taunts from falling over your lips.

“You wanna burn? Fucking move!”

You were out of the ballroom now, scurrying past and away from the cameras which had surely broadcasted the entire havoc unfolding. Through the tall, yet tight hallways, there was only you and the reverberation of Jason’s heels hot on your tail. And soon, it became the soft humming of air tearing away for your meteoric feet as you ran, high off of your powers.

Jason had but abandoned all care for the encased relics as soon as you made it into the deserted atrium, firing shot after shot at you. Each breezed past your head like a kindled cannonball, but none of them even came close to touching you. However, you could still feel their danegrous heat licking at your skin as you dodged them skillfully.

With the short ceiling above you, it was a certain trouble for Jason to hop off his feet and fly the remaining distance to catch up with you. But you still looked over your shoulder, only briefly, to fire your own shots at him in an attempt to slow him downfurther. Jason ducked his head, an arm shielding his eyes, cursing as the glass cases propped against the walls burst into shards and flew over his face.

Your attempts didn’t deter him even slightly. His angrily contorted face appeared again from below his arm, now blemished with splotches of blood from the shrapnel, eyes narrowed and still ever determined. You cursed under your breath and turned back around.

“Emergency exit, emergency exit, emergency exit!” You chanted under your breath, eyes frantically darting from corner to corner. “Gotcha!”

You slammed shoulder first into the heavy metal door and stumbled through. Catching your breath for a second, you then began to descend the spiral of stairs. Soon enough, you heard the door thud shut above you and you slapped a fist against the handrail with a snarl.

You finally made it out to the parking lot. Now surrounded by the labyrinthine clusters of cars, you were certain you have won this. It was evident from Jason’s distant thoughts that resounded like a faint wind chime under your ears. But just to make sure, you stopped momentarily to lean against a car and listen for the direction they were headed to.

Though your legs were, yet to tire, your brain had gone haywire from the adrenaline, heart pounding painfully in your chest. Jason’s surprise attack had thrown you for a loop. You could still feel the too close for comfort of his fiery shots against your arms. That was close, you thought. So fucking close.

You pushed off of the car and back to your feet after your rapid pulse calmed down enough, but you flinched as a car alarm blared through the parking lot. You quickly distanced yourself, trying to hide in the safety of the darkness as you hissed under your breath. But another car immediately joined in the cacophony. Then another and another, until the previously quiet space was shaking with the noise.

“Fuck. You really make a man sweat for it, don’t you?” Jason’s breathless voice came from behind you and you whipped around to find him within your arm’s length. All the loud background noise had muffled out his thoughts.

You grumbled before taking off in the opposite direction, suddenly noticing the open air in the distance you hadn’t seen until then. The sight spurred you on with more determination, fueling your legs to go faster. Jason was far behind you now and you were mere steps from getting away.

But then you began to skid along the concrete ground, a string of breathless “fuckfuckfuck” rushing through your teeth as you finally stopped right at the edge of the building. You were somehow tens of feet in the air, and you almost ran yourself off the roof.

“It would’ve been funny if you hit that wall.” You heard Jason from behind you again.

The lucid skyline quivered like a ripple in calm water, and the pale wall slowly morphed back to reality. That was just one of his infamous illusions. Of course. Of fucking course. Your chest heaved with an exasperated sigh. How the fuck did you still manage to fall for that?

“Well, well, well, what do we have here?” He said melodiously as you turned around to face him with a roll of your eyes.

“That’s my line.”

He wasn’t wearing his suit jacket anymore, his masquerade mask also having long been discarded; lips not shy to make a show of his smug grin as he strutted with overt confidence towards you. His handsome face still glowed underneath all the fresh scars. His two-sizes-too-small white shirt clung to his body like a second skin, buttons gaping on his chest, biceps practically bulging through the thin fabric. Vain motherfucker, you thought, irked.

Jason pulled at his already loose black tie and yanked the slip of fabric off with a swift move of his fingers before tossing it to the ground.

“Care for a civil conversation this time ‘round, Vex? No more fucking running.”

“With handcuffs?” You gestured lazily at the menacing glint of metal dangling from his belt. Your eyes followed the movement of his arms as he undid his sleeves and rolled them up to the crook of his elbows. Throwing a thumb over your shoulder, you continued, “and those fucking cameras? You have a funny idea of civil.”

His hands rest upon his hips, fringe disheveled and cheeks flushed, yet his lips were quirked in that shit-eating grin that prodded at your already growing frustration.

“That’s just for formality’s sake. You know that.”

“Well, I know I’m not an idiot. I can sniff an attention whore before I see one. So, yeah,” you giggled at the irritated twitch of his brow and the slow drop of his face. “You can act like a sweet little hero with a pure heart for them but I don’t buy that shit for even one second.”

“You don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“No, I guess I don’t. But you give enough away on your own.”

Jason’s chin lowered, narrowed eyes burning holes into your face. His jaw went slack, tongue rolling uneasily inside his mouth as he tried to bite down his words. He was wrestling with his thoughts – torn between attempts to shove them down and flare of heated emotions snapping like electricity sparks.

“Why don’t you take off your mask so we level with each other?” He started slowly. “After all this time, I think it’s only fair.”

You stood very still, shoulders suddenly stiff. An unpleasant warmth clawed its way down your body as Jason once again began walking towards you. You couldn’t let him see your face. You’d be done for if you did.

“Who said anything about being fair?”

You flipped your wrist, palm facing skyward, your fingers curled in as the surge of power seeped from the lines of your hand. Jerking your arm at a nearby vehicle, a van lifted off its wheels before you threw it in Jason’s direction. He jumped back in time for the hurtling van to ram into the cars behind him. As he landed back on his feet, you saw his next course of movements before he even made them.

He charged at you, hands glowing with bright green flames. An arm aimed for your face, straight as a spear, and you ducked your head to have his fist pound against the wall instead. He turned with a sneer and before he could so much as lift a finger, you raised your palm and forced him up the wall.

He writhed against your invisible hold, kicking his feet as you wrung your fingers and a pained grunt ripped through his lips. He reached a hand to you, fingers grabbing futilely at your face in an attempt to pull off your mask. You slapped away his hand and clicked your tongue.

“What a fucking pushover.”

With a small flick of your wrist, Jason was thrown across the floor. He stood back to his feet with a groan, and not sparing you another moment, he charged at you again.

You easily dodged his flying punches, seeing each of their directions in his mind before the eventual blows. A sly smile tugged at your lips, body fluidly sifting through hit after hit without a break of sweat on your brow. Jason, on the other hand, was exhausted. Face slick with sweat and teeth bared through a snarl, his confident grunts had faltered into angry huffs of breath.

“You motherfucker!” He cried out as you evaded, yet another thrust of his persistent fist.

You chuckled, watching him stagger a few steps away from you. His chest rose and fell heavily, fingers tightening into white-knuckling fists. He glared at you, beads of sweat rushing down the side of his face as he sneered.

“Oh, don’t be such a sourpuss.” You grinned. “You live and learn, dumpling.”

“Don’t fucking call me that.” He growled with a raise of his brows, jerking a forefinger in your direction.

“Or what? You’re gonna kick my ass?”

Your voice, suddenly, echoed right back to you as though you were standing inside an empty chamber. A faint smirk began dancing across Jason’s lips as you rolled your eyes.

“That’s not funny.” You said sternly and you were responded by your own echo again. “Hey! Get off it.”

The echo came louder this time, now a chorus of identical voices striking from different sides. And it hit you like a stormy wave, flinging you backward against the wall, knocking the air out of your throat.

“Jesus!” You croaked, catching your breath. “You’re such a sore loser. Fine. If I let you punch me, will that gonna make you feel better about your weak little ego?”

You were being sarcastic. Obviously. But Jason was already striding back towards you, fist tight and ready to punch a bruise anywhere he could get his knuckles to land upon. You barely had time to react before he was too close.

“Don’t worry. I’ll save your pretty face.” He said through teeth before his fist dug into your ribs.

You keeled over, clutching your stomach as you groaned. “Fucking hell! Don’t hold back or anything.”

You straightened yourself back up just in time for another punch to fly towards your face. You moved your head immediately and the blow breezed past your ear and against the wall instead. Again. Jason’s nostrils flared as he glowered at you, keeping his close proximity with your body.

He was warm, his face close. His legs were tangled between yours, allowing you no room to escape. He was going to take off your mask. Your eyes grew wide and you began struggling against him. He pushed away your flaying arms as you tried and failed to force him back. He didn’t give you enough time to train your palm on his chest and channel your powers against him again.

“Stop squirming.” He spat.

“Fuck off!”

He grumbled under his breath and caught your hostile wrist harshly in one hand, lifting the other to the hem of your mask beneath your eyes. You wriggled your neck frantically.

“No, no, no, no!”

“You know, now that I think about it, you sound very familiar.”

With a swift tug, he peeled the mask off of your face. The sharp complacent look in his eyes turned confused as his forehead creased with a frown, his grip loosening around your wrist.

“Well, fuck me. Look what the cat dragged in.” His lips slowly gave in to a smirk as he cocked his head. “You cheeky motherfucker. This entire time?”

You swallowed, cheeks stinging with heat as you sucked your lip between your teeth. Jason’s eyes suddenly blew wide, face becoming sickly and pale.

“This entire time?” He asked again, more urgent and forceful this time.

“You need a fucking answer for that?”

He remained quiet after that. The stream of his thoughts became turbulent once again. He wanted to ask whether you’ve been reading his mind since you moved in with him but he already knew the answer. And yet, he was scared of the confirmation that could come from your mouth. So, you only rolled your eyes at him, deciding that was going to be a good enough answer for him.

Jason’s scowl returned to his face, the short-lived softness quickly and far gone. He took the handcuffs from his belt and held them up to your face.

“Let’s do this nice and easy and no one’s feelings get hurt, alright?”

Feelings. Yeah. Okay.

“You’re embarrassingly mild.” You scoffed.

“I can be rough,” he briefly raised his glimmering eyes to yours to flash you a smirk before he spun you around. The cold metal of the cuffs grazed your skin before they fastened around your wrists. His mouth ghosted over the shell of your ear, his warm breath rousing goosebumps on the back of your neck. “Since you had your fun inside my head, you should know how I imagine you.”

Your mouth hung ajar and Jason breathed out a low chuckle into your ear before leaning away, pulling at your restraints to turn you back around.

“So, what now? Are you gonna take me down to your little friends and claim your I have a big dick badge?”

A smile toyed coyly on his lips but he immediately frowned and clenched his teeth in order to smother it. He tugged forcefully at your wrists and you winced as the sharp metal ridges bit into your skin.

“I will consider that if you don’t shut up.”

You shifted uncomfortably on the dining chair, the wooden cushion offering no relief for the loss of feeling in your behind. The television murmured behind you in the living room, muffled by the ringing of clatters from the kitchen. You were only able to catch snippets of tonight’s incident – the chaos that you had caused.

Jason walked out with a bottle of beer, socked feet dragging along the carpeted floor as he ran his fingers through his hair before sprawling down on the couch in front of you. He was in his pajamas now, unlike you who was still very much wearing your dress. The thin silky fabric tugged at your skin the more you moved and it made you itchy in places you didn’t know was possible. And what was worse – it made you feel even more vulnerable under Jason’s scrutinizing eyes.

“Are you gonna have me sit here like some kinda fucking trophy?” You complained bitterly, eyeing the tinted bottle flip upside down as he tossed his head back to take a swig.

He met your eyes with a raise of his brow, lowering the rim of the bottle to show you his glistening lips curled into a mischievous smile. You huffed irritatedly.

“Well, I am enjoying the view,” his eyes slowly wandered down your form as he hooked his tongue inside his cheek. It was as if that small gesture ignited a fire beneath you, giving you an urge to squirm. “I’d be stupid if I didn’t milk it as much as I could. Think I’ve earned it.”

You scoffed, shaking your head before mumbling lamely, “this is so dumb.”

“What was that?”

You stomped your foot. “I said I want some of that ice cream we bought the other day.”

Jason rolled his eyes before he was up and back in the kitchen. He returned with the pint of ice cream and sat back down on the couch. You stared at him expectantly and he heaved an exasperated sigh.

“I swear, if you start moaning at me again—”

“Then how the hell am I supposed to eat that?”

His playful smile crept back to his face as he spread his knees. His hand snuck between your legs and gripped the edge of the chair before pulling you towards himself. You gasped, heart sinking to your core as you nestled between Jason’s thighs. He stared up at you with that panty-dropping crooked smile.

“I’ll feed you. Stop your huffing and puffing.”

He speared the ice cream with a spoon before holding up the spoonful before your lips. Your eyes shifted hesitantly between the bite of sweet coldness and his eyes. He wiggled the silverware, urging you to open your mouth. So, you did. However, as you leaned forward to take it into your mouth, Jason pulled back his hand and the bite disappeared into his own mouth instead.

“Assface.”

“Sweetheart, you love this face.”

“And what gave you that idea?”

He didn’t respond. Instead, he abandoned the spoon by his side to dig into the pint with a finger. His coated fingertip emerged and he held the sweet chunk before your slack mouth again. You scowled at him.

“Well, I’m no Vex,” a sudden grin split open his lips at the mention of the name, “but I know one thing for sure; and that is your eyes speak more than that smart mouth does.”

You watched the ice cream slowly melt on his finger, a sticky sweet trail rushing down its length. Your mouth watered at the thought of taking it onto your tongue and sucking it clean.

“Am I wrong?”

Your eyes shot back to his, cheeks flooding with warmth. “What?” You breathed out.

“You have a pretty animated face. I don’t think you even realize it. Like how even right now, you’re looking at me like I’m a pint of ice cream.”

You snorted. “I’m not.”

A toothy smile began fighting its way to your lips and you had to suck them into your mouth to hold from giving yourself away. You were glad – no, ecstatic that Jason couldn’t read your mind; because that simple statement managed to unplug a whirlwind of thoughts you were trying your damnedest to suppress.

He pulled back his hand again, bringing his finger to his tongue that had now slithered through his lips to lap a long stripe at its length, his sharp eyes not once leaving yours. He pumped his finger into his mouth once before releasing it soundlessly, a thread of saliva trailing from his lips. Fuck. Why was that so hot?

“Want a little taste, sweetheart?”

Your lips fluttered hopelessly, words scratching the walls of your throat without managing their way out. Blood rushed straight to your face, hard rapid pulse ringing in your ears. He dipped two fingers this time in the pint and scooped out a larger piecebetween them. This once, you didn’t hesitate to open your mouth and take his finger.

As his fingers wormed onto your tongue, your eyes fluttered shut upon the immediate coldness filling up your mouth. It quickly gave way to the warmth of his skin melting the sweetness and running it down your throat.

An image flickered behind your eyes then. One you were certain your mind hadn’t conjured up for you. But it was becoming more vivid the more your tongue curled and uncurled around Jason’s fingers. It was way past due time for you to let it go but you couldn’t bring yourself to. And the blurred mess of colors before your eyes has now become too compelling to ignore.

You were suddenly in Jason’s bedroom, the crammed space blanketed in darkness besides the sliver of moonlight filtering through the thin curtain of his window showering down upon his bed. He was lying awake underneath the duvet, the fabric rustling with the rapid movement of his hand beneath it. His head was thrown back against the pillow, his thin shirt ridden up to his ribs.

He sighed shakily, his strong shoulders lifting off of the mattress as he came, a hand plastering over his mouth to muffle the sudden string of moans that flowed freely from his lips. When his arm fell limp back on the bed, weak whimpers of your name began falling through his quivering lips.

You could see the trembling of his thighs as his hand slowed down. His body twitching, his firm touch softening only steadily around his sensitive cock.

Your core clenched around air, knees knocking against something as you tried to close them once more. Then you suddenly remembered; eyes opening wide, they peered right back into Jason’s who was still sitting on the couch before you, his legs encaging yours.

“Enjoyed the show?”

You swallowed, briefly stunned into silence with the sudden immense heat flooding between your legs. You blinked slowly and tried to gather your wit.

“Looks like you enjoyed it more than I did.” You motioned your head at the bold outline of his bulge through his sweatpants. The struggle snapped like a rubber band in his head as he tried to push away the incoming surge of all the ways he imagined you on that very same night he’d just shown you. A teasing, more confident smile curved your mouth. “I can still hear you.”

“Okay. Maybe I want you to.” He said with a defensive shift of his shoulders. And with that, the storm of his thoughts flickered back to life.

It made your head spin. The way it always did whenever you were in Jason’s proximity. But this time you could feel them, too. Like white hot sparks that flared in your stomach, making your heart stutter as the voice inside his head grew bolder. You could hear him chant over and over – I need you; I need you right now.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” you breathed out, averting your eyes to the floor. “If there’s one thing you shouldn’t be saying to me right now—”

He interrupted, “why? It’s not a rule that we can’t fuck just cos we’re working for different sides.”

You choked on your spit at the casual drop of the word “fuck” off his tongue, eyes going wide as you shook your head fervently.

“No.” You spat immediately and the previously carefree look on Jason’s face contorted into one of hurt before it quickly softened again.

“Can I ask why?”

“Because… because…”

His eyebrows rose high on his forehead as you stammered to find a response, but it was evident he wasn’t trying to rush you into a justification. He only wanted to know if you liked him, too. You sighed, shaking your head slowly before hanging your head.

“I do like you, Jason.” You finally said. Your confession was followed by his silence even though his head became bright and full with relief. You continued, “it’s just–it’s–I don’t know, man. It’s stupid,” you quickly back pedaled, “well, it’s not stupid. Right. But I’m not exactly experienced. I’ve never been with anybody—”

An incredulous scowl shadowed over his face as he interrupted you again, “you’re a super villain.”

“So?” You snapped, embarrassment stinging your cheeks. “Not all of us live up to the stereotypes of their people, okay?”

Jason’s head inclined slowly as his eyes shifted back and forth between yours, cheeks bearing a rosy tinge of shame, though his features remained stoic. It wasn’t any mocking thought making its rounds inside his head. No. It was far far worse. He was already picturing you on your back; his cock buried to the hilt inside your pussy, and making your tight little hole clench deliciously around his thick length.

Your breath locked in your throat, escaping in uneven releases through your parted lips. It was as if he was teasing you without even touching you – unsaid filthy suggestions you wished to hear straight from his mouth, knowing fully well how his sharp tongue was going to make you burn and twist. In more ways than one.

The words struggled to leave your lips the longer you sat in quiet and listened to the accension of Jason’s arousal. It didn’t seem as though he was going to be the first one to break the silence, and this only made you feel compelled to carry on further.

“And, uh—I’m not exactly, like, the most confident person out there. So—” The end of your word tapered off slowly as your eyes returned to his. “There’s that.”

A small frown drew Jason’s brows closer as his head fell in a slow nod.

“Let’s unpack what you just said. You think you don’t look good?” His finger jerked towards your chest in an almost accusatory manner. As if you had just done the most questionable thing. Even more questionable than the scene you had caused only hours ago. “I heard a lot of crazy shit tonight but this one just takes the fucking cake.”

“Look, I appreciate the vote of confidence—”

“You’re sitting in front of me, looking like that, and you dare fucking tell me you don’t look good?” His scowl deepened. “It’s that fucking suit, I’m telling you – it hides every-fucking-thing on your body.”

“Exactly the whole point.” You fired back, offended. “Because it’s practical that way. I don’t need it to look cool for the cameras like you, dipshit.”

“Listen; you gotta cut yourself some slack, sweetheart. I ain’t gonna magically fix that little problem in there,” he tapped his finger gently to your chest for indication. “But I’ll be straight with you and tell you this; if any motherfucker tries to start shit with you and say you ain’t worth it just cos of how you look, you get your cute ass up and sucker punch them in their sorry looking face – or however it is you like to deal with me when I’m on your ass about shit.”

You laughed softly, lips giving into a sincere smile for the first time this evening. Jason’s face reflected the joyful light upon yours, eyes softening with adoration.

“There’s that pretty smile.” He crooned, and it only fueled the pleasant heat filling up your chest. “And you do look good for the cameras, by the way. That armor suit is one of the best ones ‘round here. Looks pretty fucking badass. ‘S bulky and shit but still. Makes you look a bit mean, too, which I bet you like hearing that.”

You scoffed a bashful laugh, averting your eyes.

“For what it’s worth, I still wanna see what you look like underneath all that. Just to make things clear.”

You gave a small nod. Your face might as well have been on fire even though you fought hard to not let the dizzying shame show upon it.

“Yeah… you made things… very clear.”

He stared at you. Silently. Not even his thoughts could help ease the mounting tension between you at this point. Finally, after what felt like minutes of quiet, Jason scoffed, defeated.

“Is that all you got for me?”

“What do you even want me to say?”

“Man, you’re awkward as fuck for a super villain.” He grinned, voice bubbling with laughter. “It’s kinda cute; you. The kickass Vex. You turn this whole fucking city on its head and you get all shy and nervous when a guy like me, a hero, says you look hot.”

“Fuck you, Jason. You just had to ruin it, didn’t you?” You chastised him meekly, though a fond smile still lingered on your lips. A teasing smirk quirked his own.

“Why don’t you fuck me yourself, hmm?”

You took that as an invitation, spreading your fingers above the restraints around your wrists, feeling the rush of power leak from your fingertips. It cloaked your body like a thin veil, and before Jason could open his mouth to ask what you were doing, his body jostled forward involuntarily, his lips landing firmly upon yours.

A soft noise of surprise caught in his throat as his hands caught around your thighs for purchase, the stiffness in his shoulders slowly melting with a content sigh. His fingers pressed tightly into the dress and the fabric squeaked under the pressure. A gasp flitted through your mouth at the dull ache of your thighs underneath his nails.

The kiss was simple, yet adoring. Jason’s lips moved cautiously against yours despite how passionately molten and enthusiastic your kiss back inside the ballroom had been. He was being careful with you; taking it slow and easy to let you adjust to him of your own accord.

His palm rose to hold the side of your face as he tilted his head slightly. His tongue lapped coyly at your lip. Just a light stroke. Subtle but noticeable, and it made your breath knot in your chest. You pulled back with eyes still closed, air skipping sharply past your lips. The handcuffs rattled against your wrists as you wiggled them.

“Come on, untie me.”

Jason’s response was to silence you with another kiss as a playful but disapproving hum rumbled in his throat.

“Not happening. Remember, you’re still in trouble—” your short, annoyed huff of breath cut into his voice before he continued, “—doesn’t matter how cute you are. Your ass is getting a spanking for being such a naughty naughty girl.”

His hand came down to slap lightly against your thigh as a smirk curled the corner of his mouth. You gave a one shoulder shrug, your own lips reflecting the upturn of his.

“Then I don’t need to tell you, for that to happen, you kinda still need to untie me.”

“Nice try, smartass. But I appreciate the effort.”

He leaned in close, mouth parted and only a hair breadth apart from claiming yours. His eyes sunk to the swollen flush of your lips.

“Think you can keep up with me if I up the speed a bit?” His voice came low, challenging.

His heated breaths brushing over your lips were inviting you, daring you to succumb. He had slipped back into his competitive self again. He understood you well; knowing only that could bring the cutthroat, courageous side of you to come out and play with him.

“Do your fucking worst.”

And his lips were back upon yours once again. Rough and demanding, Jason’s soft moans leaving him more freely now. His hand held the side of your neck as he smiled into the kiss.

“You look sexy as hell tied up like this. I should try gagging that filthy mouth, too.”

“I swear to god—”

Your threat was cut short as he bit your lip and you gasped loudly. He breathed out a chuckle.

“You’re so cute when you’re trying to act all tough with me. Fuck.” His growl made you shudder. ”It makes me wanna eat you right up.”

The veil of power began circling you again with a small movement of your wrist, the invisible halo buzzing with intensity and it struck Jason forcefully. A sharp exhale fled through his mouth as his body gave a jump and a groan vibrated in his chest.

“Fuuuck.” He whined quietly. “How the hell did you do that?”

You could feel the swirl of heat weaving through his thoughts. Head pinned to the brimming focus of the sudden spike in his heartbeat. His breaths came short and uneven. Your firm, yet unseen hold pawed at him between his legs; the grip of warmth clinging tightly around him. His knees nudged against yours as his thighs twitched aimlessly. The flimsy cage of his legs surrounding yours slowly falling apart, and you clenched your fingers to send him another jolt of shock.

He moaned shamelessly, the movement of his lips upon yours faltering as he tipped his head back with his eyes still closed.

“You little devil. You dirty fucking little devil.”

His complaint was futile, though. None of his powers could hold your probing touch back, albeit guised in merely unseen swallows; the carnal sensation was very much present. If it weren’t for the rapid spiral of his thoughts which practically thrummed along to his heartbeats, the twisted contours of his face were a dead giveaway of his mounting arousal.

“Should I stop?” You said, briefly halting the flow of your powers. The sudden vacancy caused Jason to topple backward, as if he was repelled by another force.

“No.” He said immediately. “Keep touching me. Please.”

And he was drawn back to you upon the return of the powerful veil that embraced you. Jason shifted his thighs, hands gripping onto the edge of the couch as his head lolled back on his shoulders. A stifled groan tore through his lips before he sucked them into his mouth.

It was unfair, though. You wanted to touch him. Actually, truly touch him. And all these layers covering your bodies were very well in the way of that. What else – Jason had completely taken his hands off of you to claw at the firm cushion beneath him. The small offer of touch he’s been giving you only instances ago lost to his own rising need for release.

So, you stopped again, and the force drove him back against the backrest. His lidded eyes finally bore into yours, chest heaving as his lips remained agape but quiet. You could hear the pleas and the noises that failed to break past them, nipped into silence before any managed to completely form.

“Why did you stop?” He almost whined.

“You give and you take, dumpling. That’s how it works.”

His eyes immediately narrowed into slits upon the mention of the nickname. “Don’t call me that.” He said quietly, voice low and gritty. It woke goosebumps on the back of your neck.

You grinned. “Stop me if it bothers you so much.”

“I should bend you over my knees and spank you just for that fucking attitude.”

“Oh, we both know you’re all talk, Jason.”

He bounced forward, hands outstretched and with intention to grab you, but you flicked your wrists again to let your powers take a hold of him. He stopped completely, arms falling limp down to his thighs as a loud moan escaped him.

You didn’t relent this time, quickening the invisible grip around his cock before it gave him a chance to collect himself. He reclined against the backrest again, arching his back as he fisted your knees with urgency.

“Oh, my god. Fuckfuckfuck! Slow down. Slow down. You’re gonna make me cum if you keep—” His words waned into a loud gasp before he cried out when you refused him. “(Y/N)! Please!”

You giggled as you finally stopped and Jason let out a drawn-out moan, sucking in long calming gulps of air. His fingers loosened around your knees as his posture turned straighter, the rise and fall of his chest slowly steadying.

When he met your gaze again, his eyes were lidded with desire and held a daring glint within them. Your lips hung ajar, trembling wordlessly. This time, you didn’t stop him as he surged forward to capture your lips against his own, so roughly he managed to push your chair sliding back across the carpet. You whimpered against the warmth of his mouth, muscles tensing until Jason took hold of your thighs again.

“I can think of something you can call me, sweetheart,” he whispered in between kisses. “If Jason’s too much for you, Daddy should cut it.”

You could only moan in response, your core enlivened with a shock of heat at the sound of Jason calling himself that of all things.

“Go ahead, baby. Let me hear you say it.”

You bit your trembling lip. “Daddy…”

“Atta girl.”

His lips left yours to travel down along the side of your neck, teeth teasing the sensitive skin. His kisses were feverish and consuming. Growling filthy promises under your ear, paired with the flurry of images running rampant inside his head, he easily managed to coax a trail of desperate moans through your clenched teeth.

He hummed. You could practically hear the cocky smile in that soft throaty sound that vibrated against your skin, tickling your ear. Your fingers ached to dig into his strong shoulders, but they only furled and unfurled helplessly behind you as Jason’s rogue ones sought the heat between your thighs.

Air hitched in your chest as the warmth of his fingers just barely caressed your cunt over the fabric of your dress. You didn’t mean to squirm, absolutely didn’t want to. But anticipation bubbled deep within you; from every kiss he pressed to your skin to every word he breathed against your ear, you were whelmed with need, and every bit of you was sensitive to his touch; your body only responding to him the best way it knew how.

Your head fell back, lips parting to free a breathless moan as Jason palmed you, the heel of his hand gently pressing onto your clothed clit, his mouth continuing the spiral of wet kisses down your neck – now descending to the strap of your dress sitting right in the soft slope of your shoulder.

His teeth hooked beneath the crimson-colored band, pulling it up and then releasing it playfully, letting it snap back against your skin. You huffed a laugh, feeling Jason’s mouth also tug into a smile on the curve of your shoulder.

He moved his hand more persistently on your cunt, fingers sliding between your folds from on top of your panties, prodding in ever so slightly. You gasped and writhed, skin prickling with goosebumps as Jason chuckled under your ear – lips now sucking your earlobe between them.

“You want my finger deep inside your pretty pussy, baby? Can I fuck you like that? Make you cum all over my fucking hand. Fuck. You’re so wet for me already.”

“Shit. Yes, Jason. Please. Just fucking do it.”

“Wrong, baby.” He growled, dark and menacing.

Fuck. “Sorry—I’m sorry. Daddy. Please, I need it.”

He hummed vaguely against your ear, the tip of his finger slowly slithering into you. You gasped a moan, shoulders lifting off into the air. His finger – that single long, thick digit buried knuckle deep inside you, brimmed you deliciously, making your walls sting and stretch.

His hand began a lazy rhythm, pumping in and out of you steadily, curling his finger every now and again to hook over that sweet spongy bit of flesh inside you. You’ve touched yourself before, but this was truly different. Jason could make you whimper with only one finger, fill you wholly and completely, barely leaving room for a second one.

Your pussy burned in protest as the pad of another finger began toying with your already full entrance. Jason pried carefully, listening for the slight hitch in your breath as he slipped his finger in bit by bit. The stinging warmth soon gave way for pleasure as both fingers curled once inside you. Then twice and once more; and his pace has already picked up, the rough pad of his thumb coming to sit against your swollen clit as well.

The sounds breaking past your lips were bold and loud now, hanging above the room and the obscene wet noises between your thighs, filtering through the gentle buzzing of the television behind you. Jason’s mouth was pressed to the side of your face, breathing heavily against the shell of your ear.

“You feel good, baby, don’t you?” He smiled at the immediate moan that slipped off your tongue. “Oh, I bet you do. If my fingers feel this nice, imagine my cock, hmm? You want me to fuck you? You want me to fill you up—” You nodded fervently; lip bruised under your teeth. “—I need a yes, sweetheart. I need you to tell me you want me to give it to you.”

“I want it, yes. Just fuck me. Please.”

He cooed, almost mockingly. “My needy baby girl wants my cock inside her? My hard ass sweet little villain. So fucking perfect for me,” his voice swooped deeper, riding on a single-note rough rumble in the back of his throat as he continued, “God, I wanna fucking ruin you!”

Your breath stuttered, goosebumps breaking upon your skin. Jason’s free hand pressed onto your thigh, kneading the soft flesh between his long fingers. His tongue wormed out to lap along your face, tracing a long slow line against your jawline before his teeth nipped playfully at the skin.

Your hands shifted involuntarily behind your back, the need to touch him burning on the tip of your fingers. A whine toyed upon your lips, body twitching against your will.

“Wanna—I wanna touch you, too.” You writhed helplessly against your bounds. “Can I please? Ca–can I?”

The finger Jason had resting idly against your clit began moving in slow wide circles around your cunt, tracing a halo of warmth that steered clear of the flushed bundle. You swallowed back the noises threatening to spill again, fists closing tight around air.

“Please, Daddy?” You asked sweetly, and from the small halt in the rapid rush of his thoughts, you knew you managed to get through to him.

Though, nevertheless, he continued the exploit of his torturous hand upon you wordlessly, drawing loose circles around and away from your clit. Your hips twitched instinctively, futilely bucking into his touch for a more fruitful friction, but it only made him pull away.

“If you think this is gonna be easy for you,” he clicked his tongue, pulling his face along the side of your cheek, offering you a generous feel of his stubble against your skin. “Spoilers, darling; not happening. You’re gonna pay for being a cheater,” his palm landed against your thigh. Hard enough to leave a dull sting in its wake. “And you’re gonna pay for being a fucking troublemaker.” His hand grazed your skin again, the impact coming harsher this time. “So, you better behave yourself, pretty girl. I can play nice or,” his chin lowered and his lidded eyes, now peering into yours, glimmered dangerously. “I can be real fucking rough. And you know damn well how badly I wanna stretch your tight little pussy with my thick cock.”

Your chest heaved with a wavering sigh, body fighting against the shiver rushing down your back. You only managed a pathetic whimper to which Jason grinned at; the innocence of his dimpled cheeks an uncanny contrast to the mischievous glint in his eyes.

He lifted his glistening fingers to his mouth, eager tongue taking in the wet taste of your arousal. A satisfied groan fled him, the deep sound vibrating pleasantly in your chest and cutting through to your bones.

His thoughts – such deliciously filthy thoughts that continued to surprise and delight you the more this night went on – they swirled like a thick smoke inside his head; all for me. All wet and sweet just for me.

“I just gotta taste you, baby.” He said breathlessly.

He slid your chair back then, only slightly, to leave a gap where he could kneel between your spread knees. He looked up at you; eyes bright and round beneath the cheap florescent light. His hands curled around your calves, cheeks flushed, kiss-swollen lip rolled back between his teeth.

“You let me do it? Wanna get you to make a mess all over my fucking face, sweetheart. I’m dying to get a taste of your perfect pussy.”

“Please… yes.”

“What a good girl,” he crooned. His fingers crawled up your legs to find the band of your panties before pulling them down slowly. “What a good fucking girl for me.”

His face buried beneath the skirt of your dress, his warm mouth hovering so close to where you needed him most. When his tongue finally claimed you, your back arched before you could hold from it, lips parting into a silent moan.

He groaned against you, mouth cupping around your yearning bud more boldly, sucking it harshly between his lips. His one hand gripped at your leg, fingers bruisingly tight, another returning between your soaked folds. His tongue fluttered rapidly along your sopping cunt, his breathless whine hitching with the brisk movement.

He plunged two thick fingers inside you again, coaxing a high-pitched gasp through your teeth as he quickly furled their lengths into you repeatedly; pace fast and unforgiving in pursuit of your orgasm. And the high was coming so quickly to you, goaded further by Jason’s growly demands against your pussy.

“Come on, pretty girl. Cum for me. You can fucking do it. You wanna cum for Daddy, right, baby? Good girl. Good fucking girl.”

Mere instances later, you cried out his name as blinding pleasure enveloped your senses, white flashes flaring across your vision. Jason worked you through your orgasm, mouth still clinging persistently to your spent cunt. You squirmed and whimpered your protest, thighs shifting around his broad shoulders.

“Mmm, ‘s sensitive.”

He finally heeded and pried his mouth off of you, chin wet and glistening with your arousal. His lips were pulled into a wolfish grin, eyes twinkling with an unsatiated need that made your core clench with desire again despite how soon ago you have just come.

“Fuck. You sound so damn pretty, you know that?” His eyes softened then, head tilting to the side with a questioning look roiling the previous lust within them. “You still wanna do this with me? I know I said all that—” he made a lazy wave of his fingers in the air, “—but you don’t gotta just cos I said so.”

“Jason, stop talking, please. I need you to fuck me right now.”

His glowing smile returned to his face before he nodded quickly, rising on his knees enough to pull his sweatpants down. He looked painfully hard, practically straining against his boxers, and he groaned in contentment as he freed his cock from its restraint.

The sight of the flushed, already leaking tip of his cock was intimidating enough; and when he fisted his thick shaft, slowly dragging his fingers along his length, it was almost as though he was taunting you with it even though you knew that wasn’t truly his intention.

You swallowed thickly, raising your eyes to his. He smiled down at you, lifting his folded knuckles to caress the apple of your cheek.

“Let Daddy take care of you, alright? I’ll go nice and slow, and if it gets too much, don’t be shy to tell me.”

You nodded, watching him lift your leg by the back of the knee and up to his side. His throbbing cock glided upon your inner thigh as he moved closer, smearing his precum all over the skin. You sucked in a sharp breath, biting your lip as the head of his cock prodded at your entrance.

Jason’s eyes bore into yours; soft, yet determined. His lips, a hair breadth apart from yours and parted, as if he wanted to kiss you, but they only brushed coyly over your lips. His breath hitched into a strangled moan as he pried slowly between your weeping folds.

“Fuck, baby, you’re so fucking tight. Mmm, shit. I can barely make it in.”

Your walls began to sting in protest once again, stretching slowly to let Jason in – and fuck! He was big. So big, your lips quivered with a whimper, shoulders growing tense. He stopped immediately upon hearing the sound, eyes growing rich with concern.

“Shit. You okay, sweetheart? I’ll just leave the tip—”

“No. Keep going.”

The broken moan that flitted through your lips lit up a glint in Jason’s dark eyes, pupils visibly blowing wider if that were anymore possible. He nodded, searching your face for a moment before he began sliding farther in.

His lips pressed to your cheek, hot uneven breaths feathering over the feverish skin of your face as he moaned – a deep satisfied sound that came from the back of his throat and roused goosebumps down your neck.

A curse rolled off his tongue as he paused to catch his breath, his cock now burrowed deep inside you. Air knotted in your throat, your pussy already clenching around him. He molded you so perfectly, filling you to the brim; and you could only imagine how heavenly he would feel once he’d start moving.

Jason’s face fell to the crook of your neck to press a soft kiss, hips slowly beginning a steady pace. His grip on your thigh was firm, thick fingers pressing and claiming the tender flesh, and it became even firmer as his thrust grew in confidence and certainty, mouth parting for his fervently turned desperate moans to flee. His choked noises caressed your skin in a string of harsh pants, all but laced with a whiny undertone.

He raised his head to kiss your lips, the gesture slow and lazy, even faltering briefly along with the movement of his hips as your pussy gripped around him tightly again. He moaned against your mouth; his last kiss withering halfway on his lips before he could press them to yours.

“Oh, you take me so fucking well. You feel so fucking good, baby. You’re gonna make me cum if you keep squeezing me like that.”

The familiar knotting heat was coiling tighter and tighter in your core once again, the need for release rising in a trail of ticklish warmth up your chest, flooding your throat and bursting over your lips in a chain of whimpers which Jason swallowed with his own.

You arched your back as your orgasm drew ever closer, the peak just within reach now, and it scratched your walls with a persistent heat promising to consume you whole. You moaned heartily, nails digging into your palms, air weaving in and out of your throat in sharp gulps, and you finally came undone with a quivering cry of his name.

Jason groaned as your pussy fluttered around him, your slick heat bringing him closer to the edge as well. His cock plowed in and out of you – quick and harsh, the momentum rattling the cheap wooden chair on its legs as he sought desperately after his own climax.

“You wanna make Daddy cum, don’t you?” A moan hummed deep in your throat in response. Jason muttered a thick “fuck” before he continued, “I bet you do, baby. I bet you fucking do. Come on then, you can do it. You can fucking do it for me. Please, baby, make me cum. Give it to me. Pleasepleaseplease–”

He cut himself off with a high-pitched gasp right as you moved your wrists one final time to offer him a giant delicious jolt of your powers. His erratic hips faltered with a trembling sigh, and he spilled his warm seed between your swollen folds – his voice rising in octave as he let his head back to moan loudly and eagerly into the air.

A content “mmm” bubbled in his throat as he began to slow down, his harsh breaths leaving him more calmly as tiny whimpers tipped off his lips. He carefully pulled out of you, wincing at the way your pussy still clung to his sensitive cock even now.

The thrumming adrenaline in your system soon gave way to exhaustion, and you slumped against your chair, mind slowly coming to the dull ache of your wrists where the handcuffs still dug mercilessly into your skin.

Jason beamed at you; lips pulled into a surprisingly bashful smile. His fingers rose to scratch at his neck as the tinge of pink across his nose deepened into a darker shade. As his mind slowed down to a more comprehensible speed, you began to realize the reason for his sudden shyness.

This was the turning point neither of you could come back from. Two rivals – enemies with twisted emotions for one another. This was bound to complicate things between you. Yet, you couldn’t help tease him about this.

“What are you thinking about?” You asked with a smile of your own.

He rolled his eyes. “You damn well know what.”

“This does change a lot between us, doesn’t it?”

“We don’t gotta worry ‘bout that now,” he gave a small shrug. “Let’s figure out first how we’re gonna fix the mess you made tonight.”

Now it was your turn to roll your eyes as Jason scoffed a laugh. However, the cheeky light in his eyes turned sharp as his phone began ringing on the coffee table. He reached over the armrest, took hold of the device; and as soon as his eyes found the glowing screen, his brows furrowed deep. “Shit,” he muttered before lifting the phone to his ear.

The conversation was mostly silent on Jason’s part – filled only with his occasional words of acknowledgment and absentminded nods. His troubled eyes flickered to yours once he hung up, face distorted with a confused frown.

“What’s up?” You finally asked, the question coming barely above a whisper from your lips.

His mouth opened and closed futilely as if he wasn’t certain how to respond before he shook his head.

“They—they caught the villain… of—of tonight’s incident—explosion thing… I just got the call to go down to the station for the interrogation.”

“What?” You spat with incredulity. “But… I’m here!”

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