ex bf!jason todd, who still has your nail marks gathered down his back from the last time he fucked you after just another fight, and he refuses to let the scratches heal. so late at night, when he’s showering under hot, steaming water, he deliberately drags his own nails over the injured skin. just to keep them there, alive.
ex bf!jason todd, who leaves bites on the inside of your thighs every time he goes down on you during one of your… whatever you call it. his sharp canines digging into the soft flesh, strong enough to make you try and push him away by grabbing his hair. the next day, you see the trace of his teeth there, haunting you.
ex bf!jason todd, who keeps a private album of blurry videos and photos from when you were together. his favorite to watch? the one where you’re riding him slow, tits bouncing just for the camera, your face twisted in pleasure, moaning his name like it’s the only thing you know how to say.
ex bf!jason todd, who gets hard (the outline of his heavy cock unmistakable over his sweatpants) the second you slap him across the face whenever he was just yelling too much bullshit at you, not letting you speak. the next thing you know, you’re bent over the kitchen counter, soaked, ruined panties pulled aside, and your pussy stuffed full of him.
ex bf!jason todd, who still texts you at strange hours. 12:30 a.m., you know he’s back from patrol, and your phone lights up with a voice note from him. you hear his breathing, ragged and hard, then the wet sound of his fist pumping his cock, a low: “fuck, can’t stop thinking about you, baby.” and you should feel ashamed of yourself, because immediately your thighs squeeze together, looking for some relief.
ex bf!jason todd, who ties your wrists with his belt when he has you (once again) under him. not for the play, nor the adrenaline, but because he doesn’t trust himself anymore to not choke you when you say you’re done with him. this time for “good.” he fucks you raw, still refuses to use a condom because he knows there’s no one else. oh, he makes sure of it himself.
ex bf!jason todd, who tries to shove you away whenever you show up at his place, in nothing but shorts and a hoodie that used to be his. but instead, you end up on your knees in front of him, the warmth of your palm trying to wrap the base of his cock while he fucks your throat. and when he finally comes, he waits, until you choke on every drop, then pulls out, grips your jaw open and spits straight to your mouth. “swallow,” he rasps out, low, final.
ex bf!jason todd, who swears this is the last time, and makes you think so too. but the fights are too good, the yelling and the aftermath of sinking into your cunt makes it even better, so he just can’t leave you, right? he needs you. and for best or worst, you do too. so you always leave the door unlocked, because you know he’s coming back.
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