Jason todd who would def cut patrol short when reader calls him cuz her vibrator died??? idk i literally see his weakness as being needed in any way... <333
a/n: anon ur so right
"I'm on my way pretty girl, just sit tight for me."
warnings: piv sex, explicit smut, semi-rough sex, reader masturbates, reader has a vibrator, mentions of other sex toys, jason todd is a whore, no beta we die like men, jason uses spanish petnames because its sexier i dont make the rules, reader has a vagina, reader masturbates, sexual frustration, mentions of heaven & idk what else
The chill of another Gotham night kissed your supple skin. Fresh out of the shower, you made your way back to your Jason-less bed for the night.
The routine of Jason being gone on patrol was painfully familiar, but the ache it left in your chest remained foreign, no matter how many times you experienced it.
This time, he left in a hurry after you both left your business unfinished. His lips sucked at your neck and made their way down to your collarbone, only for his alarm to go off and his helmet to be tugged on. 'I'll see you after patrol, amorcita' he said, knowing full well he would be home around 4 am.
This left an ache in you. Not a fire yet, no, but a craving to be fed what he starved you of hours ago.
Finally dry and setting your towel down, you find a pair of clean underwear and a loose pyjama shirt and lower yourself into bed.
It was a cold night, the frigid sheets and absence of Jason only making it worse. Despite the discomfort, you couldn't deny yourself the subtle pleasure of rubbing your thighs together to satiate the pressing situation between them.
It had been so long since Jason left, and you were fucking needy for Christ's sake.
Deciding to get the job done yourself, you pull out the bullet vibrator that you used when Jason wasn't around. It wasn't that you deliberately kept him from it, he just never asked, and you needed a little escape when he left you in such a state.
Spreading your legs under the covers, you lightly stroked your clit with one hand, while the other toyed with your nipple.
You haven't even turned the damn thing on and you're a panting, dripping mess already, soaking your surrounding area in sweat and stickiness.
Your index finger pressed on the power button, and you increased the pressure on your clit. Instantly, you saw stars and the relief was unimaginable.
Just as you got a steady rhythm going, everything stopped.
You pressed and held down the power button again, but nothing happened.
Your puffy pussy begged for more stimulation, something as intense as the now-gone vibrations, but it was too late. There was no time to charge and all your other toys were dead.
Trying to still at least finish, you employ both your hands between your legs, one rubbing hard circles on your clit and the other prodding at your weeping entrance.
Tears of dissatisfaction burned rivers in your hot cheeks, and your fingers began to tremble and give out. It had been 45 minutes of trying to get yourself anywhere near an orgasm, and your desperation has reached its limit.
Jason always told you to call him in case of an emergency, and this was beginning to be a fucking emergency.
Jason was taking down a group of goons with his guns, while punching and kicking those who came too close. He was much less coordinated tonight (thanks to the tent in his pants), which the gang members took full advantage of. Thoughts of you and your supple skin ran marathons in his head, clouding all focus and occupying all his mental real-estate, making it hard to pay attention to the current pressing issues.
Just as he finished his last one off, his helmet alerts him of an incoming call from you. This is extremely strange, as you don't call or text when he's out at all. He picks up though, panting but quite anxious at the sudden change.
Before he has a chance to ask, you cut him off.
"please jay i-i need you..."
"Huh? What happened princess? Are you alright? Are you safe?" Jason blurts in a frenzy.
"y-yes but i n-need you and it hurts..." You whine pitifully.
"What hurts hm? Tell me, princessa." He continues worriedly as he mounts his motorcycle ready to speed back to you.
You moan at the pet name, sticky fingers returning to your abused cunt and beginning to rub at your clit again in hopes of creating some friction.
"Darling?"
Sudden embarrassment kept your form being straightforward with him and you resorted to another whimper of dissatisfaction once again.
"J-just come home, please Jay?"
"I'm on my way pretty girl, just sit tight for me." Jason responded with a click of the line going dead.
In the meantime, you were a pitiful writhing mess, voice hoarse and hands shaking. The covers have long been forgotten, leaving your open thighs trembling with both frustration and the cold.
Jason was shitting himself. Between your defeated pleas for him to just come home coupled with your reluctance to be specific, he was terrified.
His mind kept replaying scenarios of horror and bloodshed as he ignored every single traffic law to get back to you.
Finally outside your shared apartment, he flung himself up the fire escape and through your kitchen window. When it was deemed safe, he took off his mask and called out to you. He was met with a desperate sobs in response, which only made his worry grow.
Hard footsteps could be heard making their way closer to you, making you flinch slightly.
Upon flinging open the bedroom door, Jason was sorely unprepared to meet such a pitiful sight.
There you were, spread open for all to see. Cunt swollen and wet, dripping like a faucet onto the sweat-soaked sheets. Your braids ran wild behind you as your bonnet had slipped off and your entire body was trembling due to the chill in the air.
Even as his huge form stood over you, your shaky and tired hands continued to rub at your clit, desperate for relief. Your bitten lips were still being chewed and your teary eyes remained squeezed shut.
Jason softened and hardened at the same time, but in different places.
You open your eyes to find him in his tactical gear looming over you and your hands immediately fly up from you body to make grabby hands at him.
He manages a genuine, soft smile despite the carnal desire brewing in his pants.
Before he indulges though, he need to make sure you're okay first.
"Hey, I'm right here love. You alright?" He whispers over your shaking body, his hand volunteering to rub your calf in effort to soothe your shaking.
"J-Jay? fuck I need-" you sob as your trembling hand returns to your abused clit once again.
He catches your hand and kisses the back of it, knowing that this will only overstimulate you. However, this was all the confirmation he needed. Jason stripped himself quickly and crawled his way up to you on the bed.
"Shhhh I know quierda, I know... Does it hurt?" Jason questions, trying to gauge the situation the best he could.
You nod fervently, just wanting some fucking relief. Your hips were sore from being in such an open position for so long, your breasts and nipples were raw, and oh god you didn't want to acknowledge the burning between your legs.
Just then, Jason captured your lips with his as soft reassurance. This gentleness didn't last, as your desires began to overtake your mouths and soon, you were both hungrily devouring each other.
Jason was here, with you, right here, right now.
His hands began to roam, your body, soothing all the tension and frustration that was once there. It hurt him to feel your muscles trembling in such a painful way, but also inspired him to make them shake for a more intimate purpose.
Jason's mouth made its way down your body, from the back of your left ear to your collarbone, making your gasp as he left marks of his devotion in his wake. His journey led him to the valley between your breasts, where his hands began to knead your right breast with practiced skill.
"J-Jay please- oh~"
At your call, his head perks up from where he was kissing down your stomach, just above your navel.
Jason's lustful green eyes settle on your pleading and desperate gaze, to which he smirks and settles the side of his head on your soft tummy and continues holding your gaze.
"Tell me how you want me, cariña"
You bit your lip. All this longing has robbed you of your ability to think, and in the most crucial moment, your mind went blank.
Seeming to notice, Jason moves himself back up to your face, silver chain dangling from his neck over yours, and employs his left hand to smooth your braids from your face.
"You want me to fuck you like the heavens have forsaken us, hm?"
You moan and nod, one of your hands moving to his weeping length and beginning to stroke it.
Jason devours you again, making you eat his moans and whimpers, and finally positions himself between your legs.
Upon swiping a thick finger between your folds he realizes that he's completely good to go, no prep needed.
"Deep breath, mami~" he grits out. He doesn't wait for a response before he's pushing himself all the way in.
You both moan in unison, and continue to do so as Jason's thrusts pickup speed and force.
As soon as he's found a rhythm his mouth and hands didn't leave your body. His chain dangled closely above you as he kissed your cheeks and neck, and his hands kneaded and squeezed wherever they went.
Surprising to neither of you, Jason's pace quickly became brutal, but he continued hitting all the sensitive spots inside your warm walls. His roughness never overshadowed his ability to bring you pleasure, he made sure of that.
Remembering your sore hips, Jason pulls a pillow under your ass to change the angle, which allows him to reach that much deeper inside you.
Your pussy clenches hard at the newfound pleasure and the coil in your lower tummy begins to unravel.
"You like that ma? This tight pussy tells me you do." He chuckles.
All you can do is moan and grip the soft sheets for dear life; Jason was making you see Andromeda.
The coil, never forgotten, was closing in quickly, by which Jason was undeniably privy to due to your walls closing on on him.
You threw your head back and tried to stay in the moment without getting lost in the anticipation of your impending orgasm.
At this, Jason's now free hand found the back of your head and lifted it back up to meet his gaze.
"Amorcita? I know you're close, mi vida. You know what I want" Jason whispers against your mouth, his breath ghosting over your bitten and swollen lips.
The coil was becoming unbearable now. You were teetering on just the edge, just the painstaking precipice of and absolutely mind-bending orgasm.
You notice that Jason was getting sloppier, and his thrusts quicker and not as deep. His quick breaths became laboured and his eyes screwed shut. He was close.
"You're right there darling. C'mon, cum with me." He says before he smashes his lips on yours and thrusts hard. The coil in your tummy finally snapping at the surprise.
Galaxies and other stars bathed in white bliss was all you were able to perceive as the long-awaited orgasm claimed every blazing nerve in your body. No longer cold, but cozily warm your body felt as the waves of pleasure continued to cascade throughout your body.
Your other half was pushed over the edge by your climax, which then painted your insides a sticky white while he groaned in your ear upon release.
You were too far gone to notice his thrusts coming to a stop and his hands running themselves up and down your sides, gently coaxing your back in the present with him.
"Mami? You back with me yet" Jason whispers in your neck.
You barely register what he's saying, outside stimulation being very hazy and distant.
"Hmm?"
"I asked if you're with me yet." He says with a laugh. You looked so lost but finally content.
You nod your head, but this was't sufficient.
"Words, quierda."
"Yeah, I'm good." You respond with a sigh.
Though you knew tomorrow morning would be hell on your muscles, you were finally satisfied and happy.
Jason kissed your forehead and got up to get a towel, but stopped once he got to the ensuite bathroom and turned to look at you while leaning on the doorframe.
"Oh and baby?"
You turn over to look at him, your eyes not being able to fight the urge to roam the expanse of his glorious body as if your guts weren't already rearranged.
"Hmm?"
"I hope you never charge that vibrator again."
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a/n pt2: PHEWWWW YALL THIS TOOK SO LONG AND MY BROWSER QUIT AND I ALMOST LOST ALL MY PROGRESS
anyways its 3am night night
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