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☆ pairing: clark kent (superboy prime) x reader

☆ tagsᝰ.ᐟ: smut, pinv, reader makes fun of clark's apartment. no use of y/n. sorta friends to lovers. hot nerd prime. multiple orgasms. hot nerd prime. reader and prime are both nerds.

☆ in which reader visits prime's apartment and goes "damn bitch you live like this?" inspired by one of my favs x

☆ have you ever tried this one?

"the lack of furniture really ties it together" you satirize, eyes scanning clark's studio apartment, lingering on his choice of "decoration" his unfitted mattress, jammed against one of the apartments dilapidated walls, and his crumpled up super-suit on the kitchen island. and the many many boxes of comics.

"it's not too bad," he huffs, pursing his lips and blowing out a short breath of air "plus its within walking distance from work" he continues, stepping aside to give you the full view of his apartment. glacier blue eyes, beaming like he's showing off his most prized possession, erasing any evidence of the small frown that was on his lips just moments earlier. and technically he was, the apartment, if you could even legally call it that, wasn't much, but it was a place of his own. the first place he's got to call home in a long time that wasn't a prison cell, and this was much nicer than prison.

"well at least your neighbors seem friendly." you reflect, referring to the ladies in apartment 3A who seemed real interested in getting to know clark earlier. going out of their way to talk to him, sticking their suspiciously perfectly styled heads out the front door, flashing him a smile in a attempt to flirt with him, which he was either oblivious to or chose to ignore in favor of talking to you. instead giving you a very opinionated monologue on the latest comic he's read all while leading you up the tortuous set of stairs to his apartment.

ꨄ︎ pairing: jason todd x reader

ꨄ︎tagsᝰ.ᐟ: smut, pinv, handjob, tit sucking, no use of y/n, reader patches jason up, hurt comfort, no protection used, slight sub jason, sorta spell checked idk i was tired

ꨄ︎ an: i just wanted an excused to take care of jason, i feel like he deserves to be taken care of. i really wanted him more submissive but ahhh i struggled.

ꨄ︎have you ever tried this one?

night doesn't bring calm to the city that never sleeps, it sheds her of her innocence, bearing her truth. the hastily covered cracks crumble as soon as the sun sets. corrupt officers, sleazy business deals, and back alley crime all bare their teeth. keeping jason occupied for weeks. perched upon city rooftops observing. planning. leaving you alone in your shared apartment until daybreak. it wasn't just that he was busy, you know what you signed up for when you decided to date a vigilante, its his behavior, the hallowed look in his eyes, the air of exhaustion that clings to him.

he's been at it for weeks, coming home late, dragging his heavy boots across the laminated floor of your apartment, only to settle at the kitchen table for a few more hours, engrossed in whatever criminal organization he's tracking.

the suns peaking between the curtains when jason comes home tonight, dragging himself through the apartment and towards your half-bath. his heavy footsteps rousing you from your slumber. snapping your attention towards the rustling of packaging leaking from the bathroom.

you know jason, you've seen how the late nights are effecting him, how the exhaustion's seeped into his bones, making every step heavier, settling under his eyes and forming stubborn bags that persist even after he's come to bed. so you know he's in no condition to patch himself up.

so you follow the warm light trail leaking out your bathroom towards him.

Thinking about how doesn't take much to be denser than a brick for CK. He's a nerd for comics, hyper-fixated on his favorite storylines and fiction. He has unknowingly shut down multiple women’s attempts towards hinting at a date.

After he finally gets a girlfriend though? Holy shit is he excited to fuck. Getting his dick wet for the first time is pure bliss, better than the first rare Superman comic he got graded.

His thrusts are sloppy, but he makes up for it by rubbing your clit and eagerly rutting into you, talking to your pussy rather than you.

“Oh…yeah that's it you're taking me so well. you're such a pretty girl.” He rasps out, brushing his hair back with his free hand so his bangs don't stick to his forehead when mumbling, “So wet... ”

His eyes focused on the space where your bodies connect, watching as your pussy grips around his stupidly big cock when he pulls back.

His glasses are crooked, falling off of the bridge of his nose as he clings to your hips.

An: hi I'm not dead 🥰

Superboy Prime x fem!reader

𖹭.ᐟ synopsis: ur his favorite alongside Superman, got a bit too obsessive than idolising. Now he has you pinned against a wall at a rooftop of all places (Deffo did NOT stalk you and sweet talk to get in ur pants)

𖹭.ᐟ warnings: semi-public sex? Idk. He's a bit over the top here, (／０￣)

𖹭.ᐟ message: I want him to headlock me while he does me from the back dats all Nyways this is not proofread

Superboy Prime believes he deserves you.

Clark Kent from Earth-Prime— he always prided himself with the fact that he was named after his favorite superhero. Idolising Superman, trying to live up to his ideals and morals. To be just like him.

It was obvious Superman was his favorite. That didn't mean you weren't his favorite too... even if it meant him obsessing over you in a different way. He remembers the very first day he read about you. Hearing about another hero debuting under DC after a small appearance in a Batman issue.

Since then, he was glued onto you. Not because of your strength and powers— I mean, sure, he did like it. One of the many reasons he latched onto you. But the main reason? Probably something he'd never admit to anyone other than in a subreddit dedicated to you.

First, your face. It was the artist's fault, drawing you so gorgeous and captivating— it made his eyes twitch with every panel you spawned in.

Then his gaze went lower, your body. It made him feel guilty. He had vowed to himself that he'd never stoop as low as those rancid perverts who only liked characters for their physical appeal back then.

Swearing to God that he'd value what every hero brought to the table:

Their morals and how they fought for the greater good.

Apparently, when he saw you, all of that was thrown out of the window.

ಇ . . . superboy-prime yaps while fucking you silly !

"no, oh my god, babe," he chuckles, hot mouth kissing the column of your neck so sweetly, letting his mumbled info-dump seep into your skin. "see, togruta and twi'lek appendages have completely different functions—"

you moan, soft and unsteady and all too susceptible to the way his cock sits so snugly in you. he rocks into your heat, seemingly unaffected by the way you gasp and flutter when he brushes the spot that makes your head spin and your pussy squelch like one of the eldritch monsters he loves.

and he just keeps talking.

he presses his flushed cheek to yours. sinks the thick fingers of his left hand into the plush of your thigh, plays with your slick, throbbing clit with his right thumb. casually lets a smirk play on his stupid, cute mouth—you can feel the impression of his dimple—as his voice dips into gravel against the shell of your ear:

"twi'lek lekku are prehensile and have some limbic cortex function, so physiological expression of emotion and language—"

sharp need coils tighter in your belly, making you whimper into the warmth of his neck. "mm, c—"

"shh, i know, baby," clark rasps, letting the hand on your thigh travel up and press firmly below your navel. you feel all of him, every ridge and vein, slipping out a pitched sound caught between a choked groan and a squeal.

he continues, though this time thrusting a little more urgently, thank god. "and togruta lekku are connected to their montrals, which—fuck, you just got so tight—ah, are used for echo-locative purposes because their species is carnivorous..."

"'m gonna cum, clark," you pant, eyes squeezing shut as the pads of your fingers press against his scarred, sculpted chest desperately. he hums, nosing your cheek and flicking your swollen bundle of nerves like a joystick.

"okay, okay, 'm sorry," is the hushed, completely unapologetic reply. clark's cock lets the filthy, wet sound of him plunging in and out of your cunt speak for his mouth, which is sucking a new hickey into your shoulder.

still, you can tell that he wants to talk—the tense line in his broad, muscular shoulders says so.

"that's it, that's it, c'mon sweetheart, give it to me..."

you cum on his cock with a choked cry, senses dimming as your system sharpens on the overwhelming pleasure spilling from your core, the rhythmic clench of your walls around him.

mentions: threesome, competitiveness, also possessiveness, oral sex (f!recieving), tongue fucking, fingering, sliiiight edging? dirty talk, petnames, praises, can we say overstim too, boobplay, groping, tip rubbing help wtf is that called, am i missing anything else (the way this was supposed to be a drabble.....)

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jason todd and clark kent— prime— only had one thing in common, and that was being competitve

so when you put two competitve people in the same room, on top of the same bed and eating you out at the same time, best believe there will be competition “hey! move over!” “and give you this pussy? fuck no” you couldn’t believe what you were seeing-- two grown men, between your legs and facing your drenched cunt, arguing about eating you out like refusing to share candy. god, the heat in between your legs and them doing nothing about it made you frustrated “oh shut the fuck up” you spread your thighs wider and buried your hands in both of their hairs to shove both of their faces on your pussy at the same time. and the synchronized slow drag from their tongues on your clit made you knock your head back with a loud moan, the sensation buzzing through

clark’s tongue was focused on your clit, the pace fast and quick and enough to leave you breathless, feeling his tongue repeatedly both play and abuse your clit. jason’s tongue was in your pussy, slow yet deep as his warm tongue was making your walls pulse like crazy

“that’s it, baby” clark purred, two fingers gently spreading your folds apart without his pace stopping, making sure your clit truly felt every part of his tongue. “tell jason who’s really makin’ you feel good”

that made jason roll his eyes, slowly retracting his tongue back, your walls now clenching on nothing. you whined from the empty feeling, but it quickly trailed into a moan the moment you felt two of his thick, calloused fingers bury themselves in your pussy till his knuckles were nudging.

the way his fingers filled up the space and went along perfectly with clark’s tongue was making your brain foggy. for two people who were different, they surprisingly worked really well together

“attagirl” a smirk formed on jason’s lips, his green eyes dark with lust as they were pinned up on you. “tell him whose girl you are”  a choked sound left your lips when you felt his fingers curl in you, nudging in all the right spots 

clark’s eyebrows furrowed in frustration, flattening his tongue and pressing it flat onto your clit. the pressure made your hips jerk back, a small yelp heard from you and your grip on his hair both twitching and tightening on his locks. now that formed a grin on clark’s busy lips

“you should feel the way she’s grippin my hair” he spoke from your pussy, resuming the insatiable pace. “says—“ lick. “a lot—“ lick. “doesn’t it?” lick.

your voice was trembling, arching your back for more of jason’s fingers, for more of clark’s tongue, for more. “jaso- ohhh clar- mph!” poor you couldn’t even get their names out.

and of course, clark’s words got into jason’s head, making him lean forward and grab your jaw with his free hand to pull you into a kiss— passionate, sloppy, all tongue and saliva—  all while his other hand was still pumping his digits at all the right ways

“that’s it, gorgeous” he murmured on your lips, biting your bottom lip to slide his tongue in. “you’re my pretty girl, arent you?” his curled fingers were now nudging on a deep spot. and just by the way your clit was twitching on clark’s tongue from his licks, you were about to be close

and clark knew— of course he did; this man knows your body like the back of his hand. there was no way you were going to cum on jason’s fingers first, not when he was right here

right where you knew one last flick from clark’s tongue would have been it, his mouth detached itself from your cunt. that made jason swallow a frustrated whimper from you from the lost warmth and sensation.

but all was forgiven when you felt clark’s thick tip rub onto your cunt, hard and already leaking with pre cum. the feeling of his tip, rubbing on your saliva-covered clit with the pre-beads of cum made both of you moan

just like jason, clark hovered on top of you, trailing his lips to the sensitive parts of your skin and leaving open-mouthed hickeys and bites, saliva trailing all over. his hand went to your boob, squeezing and fondling it while brushing his thumb on your hard nipples, his touch making you arch your back to press your boob more to his palm as you moved your hips for more friction for clark’s tip and jason’s fingers.

all while both of them were mindlessly blabbering praises, your head so fucked you couldn't tell who was saying what “ohhh fuck, even she prefers me more than him”

“cmon baby, be my good girl and prove him wrong”

“say my name out of those pretty lips, won’t you?” “mmmm, that’s it. take it all, take it all from me” let the games begin!

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(a/n: creative freedom is amazing)

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(18+ | mdni) Grinding on your man while he's in uniform ♡ (gender not specificed but + afab)

He paused in his movements when you palmed his bulge through the fabric of his uniform, he looked at you with a hint of desire but mostly surprise- your boyfriend is aware of your clingy nature but he didn't expect you to need him two seconds before he leaves for work.

"Need something?" His earlier surprised look shifted into a cocky grin, his eyes trailed all over your figure. Your hand traveled to his chest to gently press him against the wall, looking up at him with visible desire. "I'll make it quick." You whispered, pulling him closer by his collar. Without warning, he smashed his lips against yours- lips dancing in a passionate kiss while his hand traveled to rest on your lower back, pulling you firmly against him. Desperate to seek friction, your hips grinded against his bulge, letting out soft moans in his ear.

He returned the favor by mimicking your movements, pressing his erection against your wet, clothed core. He let out groans of satisfaction, whispering praises in your ear while the movement of your hips colliding are borderline sinful. "So good, baby." He breathed out- just by feeling your hips against his, it was enough to make him cum in his pants. Feeling more bold, you pulled his head towards your breasts— you earned a satisfied moan from him, eagerly kissing and sucking— his hand extracted from your hips to give attention to your breasts. His moans sent jolts of pleasure coursing through your veins. Your hips had a mind of their own, continuing to rock against his, desperate to chase your release.

He then lifted his head to face you, "Baby, wait—" he breathed out, not being able to control his moans because of how good your hips feel against him. You continued grinding against him anyway, desperately wanting to please your boyfriend before he goes off to work. "I'm gonna—" he lets a loud, satisfied moan at the final movement of your little dance. You feel his breath fanning against your face, the pure bliss visible in his handsome features.

"Satisfied?" You questioned, your voice slightly teasing as he adjusted his pants, though, he may have to change because of the visible wetness. "I got carried away, sorry.

He gave you a dismissive wave at your apology, "Don't." He whispered, his hand reaching out to palm your cheek, thumb stroking at the softness of your skin. "I'll make sure to properly take care of you when I get home." He added before giving the side of your lips an affectionate peck. "But I gotta change my pants first. Your fault."

mdni .ᐟ mean!jason, unprotected sex, p in v, teasing, fingering, dacryphilia, degrading...

jason hadn't fucked you right in weeks.

he'd been too busy with the usual, beating the shit out of thugs and taking down drug rings. you had been busy too, work and family and looking after your small apartment and whatever else. even distracted by all your work you still couldn't get away from the needy part of your brain.

the part that needed to get dicked down bad, needed it sweaty and whiny and leg shaking and back arching—

fuck you needed jason todd.

but being the sweet thing you were, you didn't want to bother your busy, brooding boyfriend.

then after a particularly slow day, jason decides to come home early, ordering the two of you take out while you worked away at your laptop. the night went slow and you both agree on treating yourselves to a drink.

or two— maybe three…

the pair of you are a little tipsy, drunk on beer and wine, but all it’s done is heighten your senses, and made you fully aware of your desires, so much so, that they pulsate at the back of your head like a persistent migraine. his hands are already on you, being all sweet like he always is before he fucks your brains out. you're so giddy, you're practically buzzing, shifting and squeezing your thighs together.

he sees the need behind your eyes and of course, he takes action…

“gonna let me inside, baby?”

it all happened so suddenly and now jasons got you face down, ass up. as he pushes you face first into the mattress, he presses his thick thumb against the tight, fluttering hole of your pussy.  

you sink into your thighs and spread yourself wider for him, humming into your crossed arms. he watches your pussy spread further, and he can’t help himself, he has to slide his thumb deeper, teasing and slow.

he presses, just barely pushing the tip of his thumb into your wet hole, and you gasp, trying to chase the feeling by inching back against his fat palm, arching your back all pretty for him.

he laughs at you, it's mean and oozes that nasty condescending tone but god does it make you wet.

“look at your pretty pussy sucking my thumb in baby—"

jason pushes deeper, just slightly, enough to make you squirm with need.

"wish you could see what I’m seeing… so fuckin’ sexy.”

you hum, the words making you wetter – dripping over his thumb.

“been dreaming of fucking you right, gonna take you whenever I want.”

“okay, jay—” you whisper, so dizzy with lust that you’re not sure what you’re agreeing to, making him raise a brow, his lips curling up cruelly.

“yeah?” he asks, tone breathless and deep.

you nod into your crossed arms, and jason laughs again, “free use pussy,” he murmurs, then lightly smacks your sodden folds, causing you to flinch, bucking forward with a yelp.

“oh fuck—” you gasp out softly, eyes rolling back. heat ricochets through your crotch and pools your belly, before settling back in your aching, soaked pussy. once you manage to collect yourself – and it takes a second— you huff out a little whine.

“bein’ mean jay—”

jason snorts, grabbing your hips, then rams the underside of his cock against your pussy, grinning so big that his scars stretch,

“don’t know the half of it, babe—” 

you sob, real tears pricking at the corner of your eyes. your desire is visceral and deep, enough for you to taste it on your tongue, enough to make you delirious. jason pulls back, and your slick coats the length of his dick, earning yourself another light smack to your cunt.

“soakin’ me,” he grunts, and you sob into the sheets.

“please,” you whisper, then,

"please, please, please—" and jason hears your breathing hitch. 

his cruelty only persists and he chuckles, “crying again, baby?”

you sniff and wipe your eyes on your wrist, face heating with want.

“no,” you mumble all sweet and soft, and jason sighs, almost feeling bad for you.

he reads you like a book, always has.

always will.

“lying to me,” he grumbles with a furrowed brow, then he steers the thick head of his cock between your folds, whispering,

"do it again i dare you—” before bottoming out, roughly in one deep, stretching thrust. he feels you squeeze around him, tight and wet and warm.

"I'll fuckin' give you somethin' to cry about—"

smut | beefy jason | bulking season continues

jason is about to start going on his diet to reveal the muscles he’d been meticulously building for months. just hiding beneath a layer of delicious pudge you loved dearly.

but secretly, you don’t want him to.

you’d miss the warmth that his body radiates off of him and how secure you felt in his arms at night. how soft his chest was with the extra cushion he’d had, though you loved how strong he felt beneath it all too. or how good he looked in the morning when he’d stretch, and his shirt would raise enough for you to get a look of his abdomen and the happy trail leading to—

“you’re staring again,” he says, snapping you out of it.

“sorry, can’t help it,” sighing as you sit up on your bed, comforter gripped tight in your hands. “i am enjoying the show.”

he makes the same face he always makes, the one that pretends that he’s annoyed but you both know he’s not.

slowly, his resolve crumbles and a smirk emerges as he walks back towards the bed. his hand extends towards you to catch your wrist, fingers wrapping effortlessly around and tugging it up toward his lips. he kisses the back of your hand and stares at you through his half lidded eyes, the whole time.

when you decide you wanted to go to the gym with him, you end up gawking at him the whole time. jason’s got the barbell over his head and benching at least six plates on either side. groaning at the last couple reps while you stand by the mirror ahead of him, dumbbell in your hand doing the worlds slowest bulgarian split squats.

after he wiped his sweat, you notice his gaze on you this time. he moves closer with some of his own dumbbells and his presence looms over you like a protective shield. it wasn’t even leg day for him, but he always stays near you like a human barrier. jason starts to work in with you, the weight in his arms a ridiculous size and amount that it looked difficult to carry. but jason didn’t look like he was struggling at all.

“hmm, like this baby.” he coos from behind you. one of his hands slipping to your thigh and the other beneath your elbow. “breathe a little deeper and drive your knees out.”

then he sets up the smith machine with no hesitation, lifting up the plates and putting them on the bar for you. he encourages you to lift heavier, says he knows you can do a little more than that. from behind you, his hard body was unmistakable, pressing against your ass. he groans when you make a movement. his warm breath by your ear was entirely distracting but you did your reps, finished your sets, and stole glances at him through the mirror only to find him already staring. you bite your lip to contain yourself, but what the fuck is the use anyway?

“see something you like?” he asks when he catches you for the nth time, shit eating grin plastered on his perfect face.

you barely make it to the change room.

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when people age, they normally become less attractive than they were. but jason? oh, your husband aged like fine wine

“attagirl” he grunted, meeting his hips with yours, thanks to his slightly calloused grip on your hips. “suckin’ me in like she doesn’t wanna let go.” his large cock was practically drilling in your tight pussy, the thrusts so lewd it could be considered sinful to hear 

truth be told, you didn’t want to let go— hell, you even orchestrated the entire situation. it’s been a long long time since jason fucked you mean, and all you had to do was place everything together for him to take the bait

some people called it crazy, you called it priorities. and that meant having it from the back 

“j-jay- mmph!” your moans and whines were muffled due to your face being buried in the pillows, feeling your saliva spread the pillowcase and the sheets wrinkle under you and jason’s bodies. “big… so big”

“you asked for this, sweetheart.” you could practically hear the dazed smirk from his lips. “you can take it, yeah? you always—have” a moan left both from him and yours when he brushes a spot in your walls that made you clench over him tighter than you already were

he leaned forward to whisper in your ear, his large chest now pressed against your back. “don’t give up on me now, gorgeous” he kissed the back of your ear before burying his face in the crook of your neck, a muffled groan of your name leaving his lips. “jesus, this never gets old”

yup, fineeeeee wine 

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masterlist!

(a/n: when i realized that i never wrote for dilf jason, i had to get to work. this took me like 5-10 mins to write lol so not proofread)

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the room smells of sweat, sex and love. you don’t know how many times he’s made you come, lost count after the 3rd time. all you can really think about is the weight of his body caging yours, pushing you both deeper into the mattress, the sheets wrap loosely around his legs, yours tight around his waist, locked and refusing to let up.

the sounds of skin slapping echoed the room, rang through your ears loudly, but his pace didn’t falter, if anything it got faster then slowed just enough to have you whining in frustration. his fists, slightly bawled, rest on either side of your hips.

“always feels good when you’re wrapped around my cock, sweetheart,” he murmurs, voice raspy and slightly broken, a small chuckle vibrates against your neck when your hand flies up, grabbing the back of his arm tightly. “that’s it, hold onto me, i ain’t going anywhere and neither are you, babygirl.”

true to his word, he doesn’t let you go anywhere, keeps his hard chest practically pinned down against yours, thrusts slow and rhythmic. your nails sink into this skin of his arms deeper each time he slides back in, cock stretching you out perfectly. “just like that,” you whine, hands slipping from his arms to his sides, nails raking up and down the skin there before making their way back to his arms; where you cling tighter. “love you.” you murmur softly into his shoulder when he presses his face deeper into the crook of your neck.

“love you, honey,” he pants, grinding his hips against yours slowly to the point your lips part in a silent moan and the arch of your back has your tits pressing harder to hist chest. an action he welcomes happily because he’s groaning and growling into the small space of your neck, fisting at the sheets when your cunt clenches around his cock. “my angel, could stay like this forever, so warm, wanna stay buried in you for the rest of my life.”

neither of you hear the slight creaking sound of the door at first, completely absorbed in each other too much to care, too in tune with meeting each others thrusts to feel the subtle chill soaking in and then suddenly when it’s only the soft sounds of both your moans, a loud meow rips through the entire room.

his body stills completely at the sound, slowly lifts his head from your neck, you see his hooded first but you can also see the hint of confusion lingering beneath as he looks down at you. “the hell?” he mutters hoarsley, turning his head so slow you’d think he’s broken.

sitting completely still in the bedroom doorway is your cat, tail swishing behind her with a slowness that only happens with two things. one, she’s doing it to spite you both. or two, she’s hungry and demands all the attention in the world. “you’ve got to be kidding me,” he scoffs, albiet no anger or annoyance behind his words.

your cat stares, almost like she knows what she’s ruining and does it all over again. meow!

his eyes narrow at the second meow, and his hands finally move from beside your hips to your stomach, dragging them down slowly before sighing in defeat. “okay, she’s not kidding.”

“no, she isn’t.”

“i fed her before we even came in here!” he huffs but makes no effort to move. hell, he hasn’t even made a single move to pull out of you either.

“that was before, and now she’s hungry again, so go on,” you pause, grinning up at him smugly. “time to feed your daughter, daddy.” you teased, giggling with a choked gasp at the way his cock twitches inside you. “oh?”

his eyes widen slightly at your seductive tone and shakes his head quickly “nope, no, we aren’t doing this. m’gonna go feed her like the royal diva pain demands.”

your giggle doesn’t last long, a warm melodic sound turns into a whine when he’s pulling his cock out slowly with a wet pop! your walls flutter around nothing while your eyes, despite being hooded and dazed, followed him. lingered on the firm muscle of his ass when he slipped off the bed, before widening, a shy smile on your face, at the sight of his cock despite seeing it so many times. still hard, angry red, slick with your wetness.

“nothing you haven’t seen before, sweetheart,” he catches that look on your face while tugging on a pair of boxers, the fabric rubbing against him causes him to hiss. “i’ll be back soon, honey, don’t miss me too much.”

by the time he slipped out of the door, leaving you alone, aside from the muttered words coming from him in the kitchen, you slumped back down onto the bed, chest still heaving but you didn’t move to run after him. your thighs still tingled, twitched at the reminder of him being inside of you not that long ago.

sighing softly, you turned onto your side, curling up and smiling to yourself into the pillow. the sounds of his muttering and sighs getting louder. and you can’t help the laughter that leaves your lips at his sudden panicked shout.

short | fluff | smut | “wiping my drink after him”

synopsis: you try a trend on jason by wiping your bottle after he takes a sip. clearly he doesn’t appreciate it.

a/n: was supposed to be fluff but i’m freaked out sorry

it’s nearly 10pm when jason comes home from patrol. he had planned to get here earlier and switched his shift with dick all because you told him you finished work.

without even asking if you wanted him to do so, he just did it.

“baby?” he calls out as he shuts the front door.

you’re sitting on your bed, practically buzzing as you’d just been scrolling on tiktok and saw a trend you just had to try on him.

“i’m in here jay,” you reply from your bed, fingers idle on the screen as you quickly place it on the nightstand.

enough to capture the both of you.

heavy footsteps approach the room and he opens the door with sweat wicking his brow. he gives a low hum as he takes on the sight of engulfed in one of his t-shirt, a habit you’d taken when you missed him and wanted him home. curled up in your comforter with just your torso peaking out, jason plops right on top of you. no care in his sweat on your skin now of his weight resting on you entirely. you giggle as you run your fingers through his hair.

“don’t you think you should, i don’t know, shower before you come into bed?” no real annoyance behind your words.

he nuzzles even closer to you, shakes his head in the crook of your neck. almost like he’s motorboating your neck.

“nah, i’ll wash the sheets in the morning. they’ll need it after i’m done with you.”

a/n: i think that my other fic about jason todd coming fast (and having hyperspermia :p) deserves a sequel, so here's what it looks like when jason todd tries to last longer during sex!!

mdni, afab!reader, fem!reader, reader takes jason's virginity, premature ejaculation, hyperspermia

your first time:

jason was a virgin. you knew as much before he told you from how nervous he looked. you lay beneath him on your back and watched him reach a shaky hand to your bedside table, where you told him you kept the condoms.

he leaned over you, his leaking tip literally already dripping precum on your bare chest. you had only ever given jason head, and the amount of come he produced was dizzying. despite your intense want to have him fill you up, jason insisted on using protection.

his breath was loud in the room, you could hear it over digital bath coming through on your cd player. you reached out to his chest, his heart beating faster than a hummingbird's.

"jason, are you okay?"

the look on his face was priceless: his widening eyes with pupils the size of moons, his slack jaw and pink lips huffing out shallow breaths.

"y-yeah-- i'm just...excited?"

you could only laugh at his uncertainty before easing him off of you and straddling his hips. clearly, you'd have to take the reigns on this one. you opened the condom carefully and rolled it down his length. it was standard-size—as in, the kind that's supposed to be almost universal. yet, the base ring of the condom was a few inches short of the base of jason's cock. he noticed as much, his gaze flicking between your face and your hand practically stroking his cock as you tried to roll the condom down.

"it doesn't fit."

you wanted to calm him down, but he was already freaking out about how much he comes. "it'll be fine," was all you managed. and by the time you were lining him up with his entrance and sinking onto him, jason was convinced it'd be fine as well. his hands immediately flew to your hips as his head pressed harder against your pillow with a rough groan.

"fuck-- i think i--"

"you're not gonna come, jason." you knew this wasn't true. you knew jason wasn't exactly good at holding back his orgasms. but you were determined to make him learn.

you were gracious enough to let him catch his breath for a few moments before you started to move. you planted your hands on his chest for leverage before lifting yourself off his cock and slowing sinking back down.

once, twice, and jason did come. you felt the condom slipping and his come oozing out of you. you lifted yourself off him to take a look, to which jason gasped harshly, and the too-small condom had his come leaking out the bottom of it.

you watched as jason's face screwed up as he kept coming. he looked dismayed. you crawled up the bed to lay next to him and ran your hand through his hair.

you cooed sympathetically, "what's wrong, jay?"

he just groaned pathetically. it worsened the dull ache in your clit especially since you barely got to ride him.

"i'm sorry, i didn't-- i didn't last long at all." he looked unbelievably humiliated as he stared up at the ceiling.

"everyone's first time is a little...fast." this only made jason even more embarrassed. he knew he had left you unsatisfied, and now you were trying to console him like a kid who'd just fumbled his one line in a school play.

you knew jason had a long way to go.

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your sixth time:

jason had been doing...well? he still failed to make you come before blowing his load in you, but he always managed to last at least ten minutes, if not more!

he drew this up to him being utterly enamoured by you. having sex with you didn't just involve your body and his: it was your souls. jason was convinced that when he came, it wasn't just a bodily response to a stimulus. he was connecting with you on a level that transcended physical activity.

that's why, with your legs over his shoulders and his hips driving against yours, he had his eyes screw shut so hard that he was seeing spots behind his eyelids.

your eyes, however, were wide open. you watched every micro expression on his face—no matter how fleeting, you caught it.

you decided to test him a little bit. you knew it had been about eight minutes of jason fucking you, and you wanted to see how much willpower he had in him to keep it up.

"you feel so good inside me, jason. you know that?" you put on your most tantalising voice; you needed to get a reaction. the only one he surrendered was a quiet mewl, his eyes still closed. you grabbed his jaw and tightened your hold on his face. "look at me, jaybird. tell me you know how good you're making me feel."

when jason's eyes met yours, he looked wrecked. he had only heard your voice, not your words. his pretty lips were parted flushed from how hard you'd been sucking and biting them as he huffed with ever thrust.

"h-- huh?" adorable.

"you're doing so well, baby, i'm so fucking proud of you." he buried his face in the crook of your neck and you felt his cock twitch inside you. you didn't think it'd be possible for him to get even bigger, but that's what it felt like as his hips stuttered and your walls stretched slightly more.

his rhythm was wildly disrupted, he seemed to have forgotten all that you taught him about rolling his hips into yours, snapping them forward as he pushed in to the hilt. now he was practically humping you like a dog in heat. "stop, st-- i'm so close." he was trying so hard to hold on, but your honeyed words spoken just for him were building up a searing heat in his abdomen.

you smiled as you snaked your arms under his, grasping his back and holding him closer to you. "that's okay. just come for me, we can work on it more."

he knew that "it" referred to his inability to make love to you without it being over faster than ordering in a drive-through. he was torn. you were telling him to come, so shouldn't he? his desire to listen to you conflicted with his need to male you feel good. but wouldn't you feel good if he listened to you? this whole thing was paradoxical.

you could practically hear the cogs turning in his brain before he was blowing his load inside you. looks like he just wanted to let you run the show this time.

he pulled out after a few moments and his softening cock was still spurting languid ropes down his shaft, dripping onto the sheets. you both stared down at it before looking at each other.

"didn't that feel good, baby?" jason knew that he felt good, but he wanted you to feel amazing. he didn't answer your trick question and just laid beside you, pressing his face into your chest.

it doenst take long before you’re bare on top him. perched on his lap. his fingers tucked between your thighs. a thick finger nestled between your lips. thumb pressed to your clit rubbing the needy bud in slow tight circles. keeping you right where he wants you.

he reacts to every little gasp and moan falling from your lips. his other arm wrapped around your waist holding you in place as you squirm. cunt leaking all over his fingers allowing him to slide another in. giving you with that pleasurable stretch that can only come from his much thicker digits parting you open.

dexterous fingers angled just right, hitting that sweet spot. causing you to cry out his name. tears pooling in your water line. he doesn’t stop. he lets you take and take. until your trembling. fighting around him. that hot white pleasure spreads through you. he doesn’t stop until you beg him to.