Pairing: Jason Todd/ Reader
Ao3: I have decided to not post any requests on Ao3. Ao3 will only be a collection of my original works from now on.
Notes: Im so sorry this took so long! Ive been super busy and swamped by school. Also, my laptop keyboard kinda stopped working, so i was forced to write this with my phone, which I hate doing, and definitely contributed the delay.
This was a request by my very good friend @redhoodjessicaleeigh who wanted a Christmas themed fic. Enjoy, and Im so sorry it took so long!!
The Christmas party was just supposed to be family. It was just supposed to be your adoptive father, Alfred, your adoptive brothers and some close friends.
It wasn’t supposed to be filled with the elite one percent of Gotham pretending to be charitable and all about the spirit of giving, wearing red and green and gold with Santa hats or reindeer antlers.
You understood wholeheartedly the responsibilities that came with being the owner of an enterprise that practically built Gotham up. You understood that Bruce had little to no choice but to have a charity ball to raise money for the poor this Christmas. It was for a good cause, so you didn’t want to complain.
But it didn’t mean you weren’t disappointed. You had looked forward to having a nice, warm gathering with your loved ones, sharing eggnog and laughs.
Sighing to yourself, you put your empty champagne flute on a table and grabbed another one from a server before excusing yourself to the balcony.
Once you closed the glass sliding door behind you, the sound of fake laughter and conversation was immediately dulled. You felt the sharp sting of winter that forced a shiver out of you.
You didn’t mind. It was snowing outside and the moon was full, making the fall look like crystals twinkling against the stars hidden by the pollution.
You smiled to yourself. As dark and gritty Gotham was, you enjoyed and appreciated moments like this. Moments that made you forget the violent and the wicked, moments that made you think there was still beauty in that harsh, brutal city.
Your thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the crowd inside, suddenly unmuted. You turned around and saw Jason sliding the door close behind him.
He walked over to you, carrying a champagne flute of his own.
“And what’s a pretty elf like you doing all alone in a place like this?” he teased you.
You moved your hand to rip off the stupid elf ears you put on earlier and forgotten about.
“No, no,” Jason stopped you, “Leave them. You look cute.”
“You into elves, Todd?” you smirked at him.
“Didn’t you know? Santa always had a thing for one of his worker elves,” he pointed at his red santa hat flopped down on his head.
The all tough, bad boy Jason Todd actually looked adorable. His hat messed up his gelled hair, which somehow made him look more attractive. The tip of his nose, cheeks, and ears were slowly getting red from the cold. He was wearing a tuxedo, yet you still could see how muscular he was underneath it all.
“Especially this one particular elf who looks absolutely beautiful tonight in her dark green dress,” he slowly snaked an arm around your waist to pull you closer to him, “You look so sexy, baby girl. Sexy and cute.”
“Jason,” you groaned, trying to pull yourself away from his clutches, “We can’t. Not here.”
You and your adoptive brother had been secretly dating each other for the past year after he accidentally confessed to you one drunken night. You knew it was odd for adoptive siblings to have romantic relationships with each other despite not being related, so you both agreed to keep it hidden from everyone else as long as you could.
In a family full of detectives, you were surprised you lasted 3 months, more so a year.
“Yeah, you’re right,” he sighed, “I just thought you might have wanted to sit on Santa’s lap and ask for your Christmas wish.”
“Don’t you start this right now,” you pointed a finger at him, “The last time you started talking dirty to me during a party, Damian almost caught us dry humping like teenagers in the hallway.”
“I almost came in my pants like a teenager that night,” he grinned unashamedly, “I remember how hot you looked in that red dress, made your tits look so great, I wanted to titty fuck-”
“No,” you snapped at him, ignoring the growing ache in between your legs that appeared whenever he opened his mouth to spill filth into your ears.
“Aww, don’t be like that,” he crept closer to you before dropping an octave, “Santa just wants to give a present to his good little elf.”
“You think I don’t see through what you’re doing?” you took a large step back, “You’re trying to get me to drag you upstairs because let’s face it, the both of us bickering up the steps towards our rooms won’t look suspicious. We could be looking for something. I could be twisting you ear on the way up. No one would bat an eye. But no, you’re not going to win. This is all going to backfire on you.”
“Looks like you’ve put in more thought in it that I did,” he smirked.
“I- no- you- urgh!” you spun around and head indoors.
“Sis!” Dick’s voice boomed from across the crowd, earning a few stares of disapproval from some guests until they realised who was yelling. Out of all you Waynes, Dick Grayson was the most eligible bachelor.
You smiled at your older brother and walked towards him. He was sporting antlers from the top of his head, and was wearing a midnight blue tuxedo, bringing out the light blue colour of his eyes. Despite the accessory, his hair remained sleek and perfectly in place.
He put an arm over your shoulders and brought you close to his side.
“Why wouldn’t I be?” you raised an eyebrow.
“I know how much you wanted a small party. All of us wanted one too, really,” he pursed his lips.
“I understand what position Bruce is in,” you frowned, “I don’t need to get it my way all the time, you know.”
“I know, I know,” he chuckled, “You know how Bruce is. You’re the favourite after all.”
“‘One, Bruce doesn’t play favourites,” you denied, “And two, don’t let Damian hear you say that.”
“Bruce? Doesn’t play favorites?” he rolled his eyes, “Please.”
“Well, even if he did, I’m not the golden child, am I?” you quipped, “You’re the first after all.”
“Yes, but you’re the one who made him all soft,” he retorted.
“Fine, we’re probably tied,” you admit defeat, “But one thing for sure, though…”
“Damian can suck it?” he guessed.
“‘Damian can suck it,” you agreed, joining Dick’s warm laugh.
“I missed you, baby sis,” he sighed and kissed you on the temple.
“Then you should come home more often,” you pouted and stretched an arm behind him in a side hug.
“Bludhaven needs me,” he dropped his voice, “You know that.”
“I do. I just miss having you around,” you lamented.
The two of you stayed in that position for a while in silence, occasionally giving a smile to guests. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Jason standing alone, leaning against the cream colored wall and sipping on whiskey. You rolled your eyes.
Bruce wasn’t even serving any whiskey.
“How is he?” Dick suddenly inquired.
“Jason’s… Jason,” you shrugged.
“You two are close, aren’t you?”
Shit, you thought. You felt Dick’s detective mode switch on. You had to be extra cautious from then on.
“Of course we are,” you said, “He’s just as much as my brother as you and Tim and Damian are.”
“I know, but you two are like, super close,” he stressed.
“Tim used to help me with my studies, Jason still helps me with my training,” you added, “It’s hard to not get close to either of them.”
You put on your best poker face and looked forward, forcing your eyes not to exhibit any sign of nervousness as you felt Dick scrutinizing you.
“He won’t tell me anything,” Dick whined, “Like what’s going on with him, how he is, and all that. It was so much easier when he was… R word.”
“R word? Really?” you chuckled at him.
“Can’t exactly discuss our family business here, can I?” he mumbled, “Point is, he’s frustrating. I was hoping you could tell me how he’s doing.”
You smiled at Dick endearingly. You knew he felt bad for leaving all of you for Bludhaven, so he would try his hardest to take on his eldest brother role and harass all of you to talk about your feelings.
“He’s doing fine, Dick,” you assured him, “We all are. You don’t have to worry about us, you know that.”
“Bruce doesn’t ask us these things,” he answered seriously, “Someone has to.”
A moment of silence went by between you two, always followed by awkwardness when Dick criticized Bruce’s parenting skills.
“Anyway,” he became cheerful again, “You heard of Jason’s new girlfriend?”
You froze, heart beating violently in your chest. Jason was cheating on you?
“Girlfriend?” you subconsciously changed to a higher pitch, “What girlfriend?”
“Gotcha,” he grinned proudly and kissed your cheek, “You kids think you can hide things from the Dick Grayson? I think not. Tim thinks he’s the best detective? I think not!”
“W-what?” you stuttered, utterly confused.
“Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone,” he winked at you, and then left, leaving you a sputtering mess.
Frowning, you went to Jason who was on his second glass of whiskey.
“Are you cheating on me?” you demanded in a whisper.
“What the hell? Of course not. As if I actually interacted with other girls,” he rolled his eyes, “Why?”
“Dick said you had a new girlfriend,” you told him.
“He’s onto us. He was acting all weird again, asking us how we are and all that,” you explained.
“But that’s how he is all the time,” he pointed out.
“Yeah, but he was just being extra weird, you know?” you chewed on your lower lip.
“Again, nothing new,” he took another sip from his glass, “Besides, Dick is the least of our worries. It’s him I’m worried about.”
He didn’t need to say his name. You knew who he was talking about.
“If Dick figured it out, I’m pretty sure he has as well,” you muttered.
“Please,” Jason scoffed, “Bruce pays attention to everything else besides his kids.”
“You and Dick always…” you trailed off sighing, “He’s not that bad, you know.”
Jason simply shrugged, not wanting to argue with you about this for the hundredth time.
“Anyway,” he shuffled closer to you, “Which panties are you wearing tonight?”
“Stop it, Jay,” you complained, “We have to start being more careful. Dick already figured it out. At the rate we’re going, it wouldn’t be long until-”
“You don’t really care, don’t you?” he interrupted.
“Of course I do! Why would I be complaining if I didn’t?” you asked.
“You’re just worried that your panties are going to get ruined and that it would show through your very thin dress,” he whispered lowly.
You clenched your thighs together and took a deep breath, willing yourself not to flush.
“Sweetheart, we both know how this night will end,” he bargained, “So why not make it fun? Let’s play a game.”
You pursed your lips in hesitation.
“First one to ask the other to follow them upstairs loses,” he gave you a devilish grin.
You groaned internally. Jason loved his games. Especially during events like the one you were at. His boredom combined with the slight buzz of whiskey would always entail a risky yet entertaining evening.
“Fine,” you whispered back to him, “But only because I know I’ll win.”
“Baby, you never win,” he chuckled, “But I like your determination.”
You rolled your eyes. He was right. You never won.
“Now if you’ll excuse me,” he started, “I have to make sure my glass is always full.”
You were going to prove him wrong that night.
The party went on, and at some point you were forced to interact with some of the guests. Bruce had you by his side most of the time, so you couldn’t play your little game with Jason. After an hour, you were finally able to excuse yourself to look for your brother.
You found him standing with his back towards you, looking at the buffet table, holding a small plate of pastries. You approached him from behind quietly and stood next to him.
“Daddy, can I use your hands to come tonight?” you said lowly so no one would be able to hear.
You felt him freeze next to you, but then turned around to face you.
“No. Daddy’s hands will be busy. You’ll have to use my thighs instead,” he smirked and popped a mini fruit tart in his mouth.
You tried not to moan out loud at the thought of riding his thigh. Your plan had backfired, but you knew it was all part of the game. Games are no fun without a little competition.
“And by the way,” he slouched down to your level, innocently putting his mouth to your ear, “Call me Santa tonight, little elf. I’m wearing the hat, aren’t I?”
He pulled back and popped another tart in his mouth. You tried to cover the both of your flirting with a light laugh, slapping him on the chest like he had said something funny.
Internally, you were beyond aroused. It was something about that stupid red hat sitting on top of his messy jet black hair. It was cute, yet he wore it in a way that still made him dominant.
No way were you going to lose to him.
“Uh-uh,” he interrupted, voice muffled due to the fact that he was talking while eating. He swallowed the tart with a gulp, “If you don’t call me Santa, I’m going to punish you.”
“I can’t call you that here!” you argued.
“Then I’ll just have to punish you,” he smirked.
“You’re so frustrating,” you grumbled.
“Oh, sweetheart, I’m just getting started,” he grinned devilishly, and turned away.
The next half an hour, you were at Bruce’s side yet again. It was a charity ball after all, and you were a Wayne. He kept on introducing you to his important guests as his favourite daughter, even though you were his only daughter. After relentless “My son is around your age!” and “Do you have a boyfriend?” you managed to escape the clutches of old men trying to matchmake you with their sons.
During parties like this one, Jason would just float around, refusing to interact with anyone but Alfred, your other brothers, and you. He was there to just show his face. To occupy his time, he would be either drinking, eating, or playing with his phone.
It wasn’t hard to guess where he would be at.
Sitting at the mini bar and not so discreetly drinking another glass of liquor Bruce wasn’t serving, Jason was eyeing you from afar.
You caught him looking at you up and down, smirking to himself and lightly wetting his lips with the tip of his tongue. You cringed internally at how obvious he was being.
You made your way there to give him an earful, but your view of him was suddenly obstructed by a familiar face.
“Remember me?” a pair of big brown eyes met yours.
“Oh my God, Shaun?” you cried in surprise.
Shaun was your highschool best friend who you slowly got estranged with due to separate colleges. Towering over you at 6 foot 3 inches tall, he gave you a warm and friendly smile.
“The one and only,” he grinned, spreading his arms out to greet you with a hug.
You went in for the hug and stayed there for a couple of seconds, appreciating the warmth and familiarity of his arms around you.
“It’s so great to see you!” you let go, but his arm remained around your shoulders. “What are you doing here?”
“My dad was invited, so I begged him to bring me as his plus one because I wanted to see you,” he explained.
You looked at him and smiled, appreciating the gesture. You felt slightly bad for not making a bigger effort to stay in contact with him after school. You tilted your head and really looked at him. His brown hair was gelled nicely back, and his face was much more defined than it was all those years ago. He started wearing contact lenses as well.
“You look… Different,” you observed out loud, “In a good way.”
“You mean I’m not a nerd anymore and I’ve got actual muscles?” he chuckled.
True enough, he was tall but lanky back in the days. He slouched, and his thick framed glasses covered almost half his face. He hardly knew how to style himself, and lacked confidence. But now, you admit that he definitely improved his self esteem, and he was good looking. Very good looking. His slightly tanned skin looked beautiful under the soft light of the manor, making him look almost golden.
“Okay, okay, you got hot,” you giggled, noticing that his arm around your shoulders had dropped lower to your waist.
You didn’t particularly mind because that’s how close you two were in school. He acted like he was protecting you, not knowing your brothers and father were more than enough as your bodyguards.
“And you’re just as beautiful as ever,” he dropped an octave and brought his lips closer to your ears so you could hear him clearly over the sound of the chatter.
“Stop it, you dork,” you giggled and slapped him on the chest, “You’re still so flirty after all this time. You know, I actually thought you liked me in high school.”
“Of course I liked you,” he frowned.
“You know what I mean,” you rolled your eyes, “All those compliments and pet names, you couldn’t blame a girl for thinking otherwise.”
“Those compliments were just honesty,” he shrugged, “Just like the one tonight. I actually do think you look amazing.”
“You don’t look too bad yourself, Shaun,” you smiled sweetly, almost getting hypnotized by his brown eyes that looked like it had specks of gold in them. He seemed to be radiating so much warmth, like a glowing ball of sunshine.
You were aware of the heat that came from his arms around your waist, just softly lingering there.
Someone cleared their throat.
Your head snapped away from your old friend’s gaze and met with a rather angry pair of cold, blue eyes.
“Jason!” you yelped in surprise, “This is Shaun. We were close friends in high school. Shaun, this is my older brother Jason.”
You gave your secret lover a look to ensure he didn’t do anything stupid.
To your relief- as well as disbelief, Jason gave Shaun a wide and friendly smile, holding out a hand.
Shaun shook it and greeted him charmingly.
“I don’t know how close you were with my sister back then, but as of right now if you don’t take your hands off her, I will break them,” Jason said with a smile, although his eyes looked murderous. You sucked in a breath, scolding yourself for being so naïve to think Jason wouldn’t threaten the guy.
Shaun immediately took his hand away and raised them, “Woah woah, didn’t mean anything by it. Sorry, man. I respect that.”
“Don’t worry,” you tried to comfort Shaun, “My brothers can be overprotective. Jason especially.”
You shot a glare at your brother who ignored you and started staring down Shaun, despite him having to look up to him. Shaun was at least a couple of inches taller than Jason was, yet Jason still looked like he was towering above him.
“Yeah, no, I get it,” Shaun chuckled nervously, “I have a younger sister, and I’d kill a man if anyone touched her.”
“How is Nicole doing? How is she now?” you quickly asked to change the subject.
“She just sat for her SATs, but she’s doing well. She’s got the brains after all. I’m the looks of the family,” he boasted.
“You used to get straight As, you’ve got both,” you scoffed.
At the corner of your eye, you saw Jason clench his fists. You smacked your head internally. Of course Jason was jealous.
You realised that you could use this to win.
“Aww, who’s the flirty one now?” Shaun teased.
“Just speaking the truth,” you shrugged, “But really though, I don’t know what you did to yourself, but I’m liking it.”
You glanced at Jason and saw a vein pop in his temple.
“Thank you. I just started working out and finally let Nicole give me a makeover. You honestly really like it?” Shaun asked with big hopeful eyes.
“Of course I do! Not to say I didn’t like you back then,” you reassured, “But this suits you as well.”
“We should go out some time to catch up, Cheeks,” he used his term of endearment for you. He started calling you Cheeks because your cheeks would get red whenever he praised you.
You smiled at the memory.
“Yeah, I’d like that. You still using your old number?”
“Yeah, just give me a call. I’ll drop everything and come to you,” he winked before adding, “I think my dad is calling me, though. I’ll catch up with you later?”
“Yes, of course. See you around, Shaun.”
“See ya, Cheeks,” he grinned and unexpectedly gave you a quick nip on the cheek before hurriedly running away from Jason’s murderous glare.
Speaking of, he looked like he was going to go rogue again.
“What’s wrong, Santa?” you lowered your voice in a seductive manner, “You’re all red.”
His eyes pierced daggers into yours. You could almost feel the heat radiate from his shaking body.
“Aww, did the little elf misbehave?” you smirked. You were probably bad for thinking it, but you enjoyed making Jason jealous.
“Upstairs. Now,” he grit through his teeth.
“Is that you conceding, Jason?” you twirled your hair.
“Don’t make me tell you twice,” he growled at you.
You rolled your eyes and turned around to exit the ballroom. Walking up stairs to head towards your room, your heels clicked and echoed. There was only silence and tension between the two of you.
The moment you opened the door and stepped in, you heard Jason slam the door close behind you, locking it.
You turned around to see him taking off his outer jacket and loosening the tie around his neck. His jaws were evidently still tightly clenched.
And his blue eyes looked like he was going to devour you- and not in a good way.
For the first time since the two of you started sleeping together, you gulped in worry. Perhaps you had gone too far.
“I overstepped it just now,” you whispered in a frail voice, “I’m sorry.”
He ignored you and walked to your dresser, his presence became dark and ominous. You heard him open a drawer and fumbled around. You saw him take a small object in his fist and slammed the drawer shut, causing you to jump.
Jason in bed was obviously dominant and rough, but he never looked particularly angry.
You had forgotten how scary he was when he was fuming. Slamming doors and drawers, giving you the cold shoulder- his eyes looked like they were windows overlooking a typhoon raging inside him.
He stalked towards you, still not saying a word. Looming over you, he gripped you hard by the waist and spun you around, your back towards him.
“Wrists,” he gritted out one quick word.
You put your wrists together behind your back. Jason tied them up together with what you guessed was his tie.
He grabbed you by the elbow harshly and jerked you to face him again, and started bunching up your dress, exposing your panty clad cunt.
You felt him put his fingers between your legs and pushed your panties aside, spreading your lips. He slipped something between your pussy lips, and you realized it was your hands-free vibrator. It was designed to be snug in between your labia and to sit tight on top of your clit. It connected wirelessly to a small remote control which he also had.
You let out a soft moan at the vibration. It was still set on low, but your body was responding to it automatically.
You looked at Jason and bit your lip, his expression still cold.
“Get on your knees,” he commanded in a surprisingly low voice, yet still monotone.
You obeyed him and slowly kneeled in front of him. You were eye level at his crotch, and you could see his hardness straining his dress pants.
You expected him to take off his clothes and shove his cock into your mouth, but he just stood there, towering above you and looking at you in an unforgiving expression.
“Do you understand what you did tonight?” he calmly asked.
“I flirted to make you jealous, I’m so- ah!” you gasped as you felt the vibrations increase intensity.
“Guess again,” he droned.
“I- I- mmm, I let him touch me on purpose,” you tried to control your moans.
Jason clicked his tongue and pressed the button of the remote control, increasing the pulsations of the vibrations.
“Last chance, Cheeks,” he snarled, finally showing some emotion.
“I- I don’t know!” you whined.
“You cheated,” he explained, “Not on me. On the game. Making me jealous is cheating.”
You groaned in frustration. The sensations the vibrator was giving you made you feel good, but it wasn’t enough to make you come. Jason knew exactly which setting would drive you insane.
“Naughty little girl broke the rule by cheating,” he squeezed your cheeks with one hand, making you pout like a goldfish, “Oh, what shall I do to you?”
With his other hand, he placed his thumb at the top of your pushed out lips, collecting the pooling saliva and spreading it, making your lips wet. You whimpered.
“Mewling already are we?” he scoffed, “What a slut.”
“Only for you,” you managed to gasp out.
“I’m a slut only for you,” you repeated, breath hitching with every clench of your pussy.
“Good girl,” he growled, “Take off your dress.”
“I- I can’t,” you tried to control your breathing.
“I’m sorry, I must have misheard you,” he leaned forward to put his ear closer to your mouth, “You. Can’t?”
“My- my hands,” you gulped, “They’re tied up.”
“Well I want to see your gorgeous fucking tits that you’ve been teasing me with the whole night,” he explained, “Your dress is in the way.”
You simply looked at him with big, wide eyes.
“What do you say sweetheart?” he grinned in front of you, “I’m going to do whatever I want with you tonight as punishment. I’m going to use you. And I want to use your tits tonight.”
“Y-yes,” you felt a gush of wetness drip down your thighs, “Anything for daddy.”
“Hmm,” he straightened, “How much was this dress?”
“Wha-?” you were taken aback by his unexpected question.
He started growling again, patience wearing thin, “Why do you keep on making me repeat myself, sugar? I asked you how much did this fucking dress cost?”
“A lot,” you answered quickly, “Bruce gave me money to pick one out last… minute.”
It was getting harder to ignore the pleasure between your legs. You wanted to thrash about and moan out loud but you knew Jason wouldn’t have any of that.
“Do you like this dress? Will you wear it again?”
“It’s oh- oh- kay,” you bit your lower lip before continuing, “I probably won’t wear it again.”
“Get up, sit on the edge of the bed,” he commanded.
You nodded obediently and stood up, walking to the bed with thighs feeling like jelly. Your body felt sensitive already. You sat down with your knees together like a good girl.
In a blurry flash, Jason went from being 3 feet away from you to right above you, holding you by the neck with one hand. He caressed your neck with his thumb, softly running it over your pulse point.
The next thing you knew, he grabbed the fabric of your dress with two hands and forcefully ripped it apart down the middle with a loud growl.
Before you could even gasp at the shock of what happened, you had already started moaning as he was attacking your nipples with his tongue and squeezing and slapping your other breast with his free hand.
You saw his other arm make movements at his belt, and heard it come off. He stopped his assault at your nipples and stood up straight, his hard and leaking cock was inches from your mouth.
You smacked your lips subconsciously and leaned forward to have a taste, but your head was pulled back by the grip of his hand in your hair.
“No, no princess,” he scolded, “I know you’re a little elf who’s hungry for my cock, but I told you. Tonight I want to use your tits.”
You felt the pressure in your hair loosen up, replaced by Jason using both his hands to squeeze your breasts against each other.
The sensation of your breasts being massaged and the vibrations at your clit was making you so, so desperate. You needed more but you knew Jason wasn’t going to give you anything anytime soon.
Instead, he placed his dick between your breasts which he was holding in place and started to gyrate his hips. You looked down and could see the swollen red head of his cock peeking through your cleavage as he fucked your tits.
“Hold out your tongue and catch my cock with it, baby girl,” he grunted.
You stuck out your tongue and bent your neck down so that every time the tip of his dick appeared from your cleavage, it hit your tongue.
“That’s a good girl,” he moaned, “I could almost forgive you for tonight. Fuck, your tits are magnificent.”
His pace quickened as he fucked your breasts, slick and covered with his precum. You watched as your own tits jiggled everytime he thrusted and squeezed. The obscene view you had combined with the sensations of the vibrator on your clit was making you moan out loud.
“What do you want, sweetheart?” he panted above you, “What do you want me to give you tonight?”
“Your cum,” you immediately answered.
“Where, baby? Where do you want my cum?”
“In- inside you?” he frowned at you.
“Yes, Jason,” you whispered, “I want you to come inside me, please. I need to feel it inside me. I’m ready. I need it.”
He blinked at you before breaking slowly into a sinister smile.
“Beg for it,” he simply said and let go of your breasts. He pushed you by the neck down on the bed.
“Please cum inside me Jason, I need it, please,” you desperately groaned.
He straddled your hips and crossed his arms above you, looking all smug and arrogant, his hard on still twitching.
“All I want for Christmas is your cum inside me, Santa,” you bit your lower lip.
His expression changed, and you felt the sudden jolt of vibrations getting more intense between your legs, which meant you were doing something right if Jason was slowly setting it to the level which always made you orgasm.
“Santa, please,” you whispered, surprised you could even form coherent sentences at that point.
He grabbed your ankles and hooked it around his neck, and without warning, he thrusted his whole cock inside you with one swift movement.
You screamed at the sudden stretch and fullness of your cunt as he fucked you hard and raw and desperate.
He grabbed his stupid red Santa hat from his head and stuffed it in your mouth to muffle your cries.
“Fuck, baby, I’m going to burst soon,” he rasped.
You could only whine, vision blurred by the tears running down your cheeks.
“When I cum, I want you to cum with me, do you understand?” he grit.
“Here it goes,” he held out his hand and showed you the small remote control to the vibrator. He pressed the button repeatedly to set it to the highest possible intensity.
And then he fucked you harder than ever before. Your throat felt raw from the screams and cries.
The pressure in your core started building and building, tighter and tighter, until you couldn’t take it anymore.
“Not fucking yet, don’t you fucking cum yet,” he harshly said, “Only when I tell you to.”
You thought you were going to die from the constant pleasure you felt, you didn’t know how you were going to hold on anymore.
It felt like hours of intensity until finally, “Fuck, cum cum with me princess, cum with me right fucking now, right. Fucking. Now.”
And you allowed yourself to let go, to give in to your orgasm. Above you and during your bliss you saw Jason bite his lower lip hard, his eyebrows frowned, and his eyes shut tight. He started groaning and swearing, and then you felt a splash of warmth inside you.
It triggered your orgasm to last, and you didn’t realise you were screaming until you couldn’t scream anymore.
Jason was still slowly thrusting into you when he ripped the vibrator off.
Once you both came down, his shoulders slouched.
“Jason,” you moaned, “Cum feels good.”
“Yeah?” he chuckled, “If only you could see yourself baby girl. I’m fucking my cum inside you.”
You moaned again at his words.
“Mmm so creamy,” he described, “I would lick it all up and clean you but my cock looks too good covering your cunt with my cum.”
You felt him rub his cock up down your pussy lips, spreading his cream all over. His eyes were just fixated at what was happening in between your legs, his lips in a soft smile of content.
“Now that I’ve marked you,” he looked at you in the eyes, “You’re mine. Not that guy downstairs. Mine.”
“I’ve always been yours, Jay,” you sighed happily.
“Good,” he pouted like a kid, looking cute despite currently playing with his own cum with his dick. “Oh, guess what?”
“Looks like it’s a white Christmas,” he chuckled to himself, “Get it? Get it?”
“Jason Todd, you better let me out of these restraints right now so I can choke you with it!”
