Issaaaaa :3

the premise ⁘ suguru getō and his sensitive girlfriend. ‹𝟹

keys ⁘ established relationship, fluff. (˶ˆᗜˆ˵)

you never really were the type to show your emotions with your partners, especially when they couldn’t stand people crying over every little thing. it made you feel trapped, like you couldn’t express yourself the way you needed to.

but that all shifted the first time you cried in front of suguru, your boyfriend. it happened so quickly you couldn’t even catch up with your emotions, before you knew it, fat tear droplets were streaming down your face.

it was because he’d brought you a bouquet of flowers, full of all your favorites. that wasn’t even the thing that entirely broke you though. it was his confession, the way he told you he loved you. he’s a man of few words, but when he spoke, it’s always poetic.

before he even finished his sentence, you were already sobbing, hiccuping, and struggling to form any kind of sentence. and to your surprise, he smiled, kissed the tears off your face, and pulled you into a hug. there was no hint of frustration or annoyance in him. in fact, he was happy that he made you cry happy tears, not tears of pain or sorrow. he adored you, even with your nose and cheeks tainted red, and your eyes irritated from crying.

whenever he gets you a small gift or said something that touched you, he always had a tissue packet ready to wipe your tears. he’d sometimes grin in amusement, but it was clear how much he loved making you so happy, so happy that you couldn’t help but cry. he just loves his sensitive girlfriend.

premature ejaculation | jason todd x gn!reader

"baby... s'okay" you coo at him, trying to speed up the process a bit.

he's on top of you, his eyes fluttering shut as he relishes in the sensation of you wrapped around his length, taking all of him. he's trying his absolute hardest not to bust right here, especially because he just bottomed out.

"i- i cant-" he takes strangled breaths, shaking his head and letting it fall down to rest on your bare chest. your hand instinctively comes up to meet him, running your fingers through his inky black hair. he leans into the contact.

"jay, im sure you won't cum if you just move a little" you try to bargain with him, the feeling of him just sitting inside you instead of pistoning in and out of you is becoming increasingly frustrating.

he wasn't even gone that long! maybe a month at most. some mission he was dragged away on. not a day went by that he didn't call or text you, going on and on about how much he missed you! how he wished it was your hand instead of his fucking his dick raw every night.

"y-you don't get it, baby..." he licks his lips, looking down at where the two of you are connected, then back up at your impatient face. "i jus- jus missed you so fucking much" he complains, leaning his head down to press soft, gentle kisses to your forehead, your eyelid, the tip of your nose, your cheek, and anywhere else he could reach.

you have to take your bottom lip in between your teeth in order to hold back a smirk. you've never seen him this pathetic.

you experimentally roll your hips against his. he lets out a loud groan, "fuck!" he reaches a hand down to grip your hip hard enough to bruise, his other hand staying at its position on the bed beside your head. "don't fucking- mfph!" he tries not to focus on just how tight and warm and wet you are compared to his hand.

you wince at his iron clutch on your hip. "jason!" you whine, "just move baby, please" you pout, looking up at him through your eyelashes.

he meets your gaze, "angel-" he whimpers, his head falling back down. you don't miss the feeling of wetness against your bare skin. is he seriously crying?

"honey..." you purr, "it's okay, i know you missed me" you wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him impossibly closer, making his breath hitch. "you've been so neglected, huh?" you ask patronizingly. he nods.

your sweet, soothing words are enough to make his balls tighten, sending him over the edge. who knew all it took was just a few words to make jason todd cum?

he lets out a soft, muffled moan against your skin as his hips buck into you, spilling warm sticky release deeeep inside of you.

"f-fuck!" he whimpers. he feels overwhelming embarrassment, lifting his head to look at you, tears still falling down his flushed cheeks. "m'sorry honey, m'so sorry" he shakes his head, hand traveling to the back of your head to bring it to rest in his palm.

you can't help but huff a laugh, "don't be sorry..." you speak gently. "we can go again, yeah?"