Put a finger down eater edition with boyfriend Jason Todd
The bed is warm, sheets tangled, pillows half on the floor, and you’re sprawled across the mattress like a starfish, chest rising and falling fast.
He’s always been intense—passionate in everything he does—but once you two started dating properly? His touch got bolder. More confident. And when it came to intimacy?
That man worships every inch of you with his mouth and hands like it’s sacred duty.
Your legs feel weak. Your heart hasn't slowed yet.
He's lying beside you on his side, propped up slightly on one elbow—watching your face with quiet satisfaction.
His eyes are soft as he watches you come down from the high.
His cheeks are slightly flushed, hair messier than usual, from the way your hands ran through it, and his lips are still glistering a little. He doesn’t look smug or arrogant just content and proud of himself in a quiet, intimate way.
He’s just enjoying looking at you right now. You’re gorgeous —especially right now with your flushed face, kiss-swollen lips and hair fanned out on the pillow like an angel.
Without saying anything, he leans down and presses a slow kiss to your forehead.
Then another to your nose. Gentle and affectionate.
You suddenly sit up and look at him with flushed cheeks.
"Why are you so good at that?"
He blinks— genuinely caught off guard by your question.
Then, his smirk creeps in. The one he only uses when he’s proud of himself or knows something you don’t.
Not some cocky boast about experience, but actual focus. Jason studies people—their likes, dislikes, what makes them melt…
It's clear that he studied you. Thoroughly. In every way possible.
You stare at him, wide-eyed, because of course he pays attention, and you know it.
That’s just who Jason is. Observant. Focused on details others miss—like how you bite your lip when nervous or how you sigh a certain way after a long day or when something is pissing you off.
He noticed everything. The way your breath hitches when kissed right behind the ear… the spot on your thigh that makes you shiver… even what the specific moans and whimpers you let out mean.
Some time passes, and the bedroom is quiet.
You’re curled up on your side, phone in hand, doomscrolling on tiktok.
Beside you, Jason’s lying flat on his back, one arm tucked behind his head, the other holding a thick paperback book.
And every few minutes he glances over at you. Just checking.
A video pops up on your fyp, "take a finger down eater edition" and you want to test your boyfriend, so you make a move.
The second you straddle Jason’s lap, he tenses, just slightly.
Not because he doesn’t want you there, but because his brain instantly shifts from "reading" to "pretty girl is on my lap."
He closes the book slowly and sets it aside on the nightstand, eyes flicking up to your face with quiet curiosity.
You open TikTok. The video starts playing, a voiceover announcing:
“Take a finger down eater edition.”
Jason blinks at the words and looks at your face with a very confused expression.
You smile, absolutely loving this.
"It's just a test, I wanna see how many of these you have done, please, since you have so much talent."
Jason narrows his eyes—a test?
He’s not used to being tested, especially not like this. Not in a cute, playful way where the stakes are just seeing how much he’s done?
But you said it with that smile—the one that makes his chest tight—and called him talented. But to be honest, he’s not sure what this so called “test” is about.
So instead of arguing or rolling over to get you off his body, Jason just exhales quietly and nods.
Waiting for your next move.
You hit play and the first question comes:
"Have you ever eaten it as the first thing in the morning?"
Jason stares at your phone as the question plays.
Have you ever eaten it as the first thing in the morning?
His brain processes this for half a second—then his eyes slowly flick up to yours.
And just like that, he gets it.
This isn’t about breakfast food or any type of food really.
A faint pink tinges his cheeks and after a beat
Oh, you definitely remember.
Those lazy Sunday mornings where neither of you had anything on your schedule, just pajamas and coffee, and he kissed you good morning, then slowly trailed down your body with that look in his eyes.
And yeah. He ended up making you cum three times on his mouth before the day even started.
First thing in the morning. No hesitation. Just pure affection (and maybe a little hunger).
The video moves on to the next question.
"Have you ever eaten it on the kitchen counter?"
Jason’s eyes dart to the phone then immediately to you.
Like that one time when you were both too impatient after coming home from a date night, and instead of waiting until the bedroom, Jason kissed you against the kitchen counter and things escalated fast.
His jaw tightens slightly at the memory. Not ashamed. Just remembering how good you tasted and how good it felt.
So he looks you in the eyes and nods.
"Wow 2 out of 2, you're really killing it"
You say with a big smile making him exhale through his nose, almost a laugh, but not quite.
He’s not used to being praised for this. But you’re smiling at him like he just won a gold medal in “being the best boyfriend ever,” and damn, it does something to him.
His arms slide around your waist without thinking—pulling you down against his chest—before muttering
You squirm against his chest
He grunts, but the nickname makes his chest warm anyway.
You squirming in his arms isn’t helping either. You’re right there, close enough to kiss, soft and giggly from teasing him and he’s supposed to focus?
On a TikTok quiz, or whatever this is?
Not exactly high-stakes mission prep.
But you said so. So he of course tries and lets you go again.
"Have you ever begged to eat it"
That has happened a lot of times.
Not in some dramatic way, not with pleading on his knees or anything theatrical (only sometimes). But there was one specific night—a few days ago, when you were teasing him mercilessly, and he was losing his mind just wanting to taste you and he broke.
Whispered your name like a prayer. Begged quietly. "Please."
And it worked (obviously).
Now, under the soft glow of the lamp and with your eyes locked on him that memory flashes back full force.
"You're killing me... You know I do that almost every time"
His voice is low, almost a whisper, and there’s zero shame in it.
He doesn’t sound embarrassed.
Because yeah, he does beg. A lot. Because you drive him crazy and he can't help wanting you so badly that sometimes the only word left is your name on his lips.
"Almost every time," he repeats, quieter now—eyes darkening as they lock onto yours.
The video keeps playing as you smile down at him.
"Have you ever eaten it without asking for anything in return?"
This is about selflessness.
There have been times when you were tired from work, stressed out, and Jason still kissed you softly. Held you. Touched you gently—not because he expected anything back—but just to make you feel good.
No demands. No "my turn." Just giving without taking.
Then he nods again for the fourth time.
"have you ever finished from just eating it"
Not the usual kind of pleasure. Not really his own pleasure, it’s about you. About how good it feels when you’re focused on him, touching him, praising him… and yeah.
He feels everything. Every brush of your fingers, every soft sound that escapes your lips and sometimes? The intimacy alone is so intense that he gets overwhelmed, not by physical release first, but by emotion.
And then yes, his body follows.
He swallows hard before nodding again.
You giggle and the video moves on to the last question.
"Have you ever eaten it for over an hour?"
That’s a long time. But yeah, of course he has.
Multiple times when he got completely lost in it. The mood was right, the moment felt endless and soft and perfect, and he didn't rush anything. Just took his time touching you, kissing every inch of skin like he had all night (because he did).
No urgency. No distraction.
Just focus on your taste and making you feel incredible.
So, he makes another quiet nod.
You laugh, making his heart swell and then you put your phone away
"You got 6 out of 6! God, I'm so lucky"
You say as you kiss him on his forehead and nose
Jason starts blushing especially when you call yourself lucky.
Like he’s some prize. Like the fact that you’re with him is a win.
He still can’t believe it sometimes. That someone like you—sweet, talented and beautiful—chose him. The brooding vigilante who used to think love was a weakness.
But here you are laughing in his lap after watching him ace a stupid TikTok quiz about pussy eating, and saying he’s amazing for it.
Without thinking, Jason cups your face gently and pulls you down into a deep kiss, and he’s about to check another thing of his imaginary pussy eating list.
