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jason todd never sits correctly the first time.

no matter where it is—restaurants, manor, home, benches—he cannot get it right the first time. his back, slightly hunched from months of being chained to that forsaken wheelchair, made him stiff and uncomfortable often times.

and he knows what it does to you.

the subtle lift of his hips, the way his thighs flex as he shifts around to get comfortable. he sees the way you try not to stare, the flush in your skin and the way your pupils dilate almost instantly.

especially in his suit.

the cargo pants that hugged him in all the right places, the stretch of the fabric over this lap and his thighs that spread immediately. he’d hang his arms over his legs, hips shifting downward. he’d press his back flush against the back of whatever he was sitting on, enticing eyes just swirling with amusement as the less-than-discreet glances you were giving him.

jason, at some point, had began to weaponize it in his favor.

if you were upset with him, he’d sit across from you. you’d cross your arms and watch him lift his hips, back sliding against the cushion as his legs spread wide. he’d tilt his head, a quiet invitation—a choice, not a demand.

he’d grin so arrogantly when you’d cave, climbing onto his lap and kissing that stupid smirk off his face. his hands would find your hips, adjusting you to sit directly on him.

“i hate you,” you’d mutter, feeling the way his hips shifted and his thighs flexed beneath you.

“yeah, sweetheart? tell me how much.”

For such an easily flustered boy, your boyfriend is very greedy. He’s always biting off more than he can chew and paying the price later on when he’s face to face with you and can’t form a proper sentence. You think it’s the cutest thing on earth—he thinks that he has a cursed mind and even more fucked up mouth for thinking he could ever own up to everything he had stated in your text messages. “Promise I’ll make you feel good, babe.” “Can’t wait to taste how fucking sweet you are on my tongue.” And now he’s sitting on the edge of your bed—still in his suit from patrols—refusing to touch even a sliver of your skin. That’s right, the cocky superhero who has saved the city more times than you could count on two hands was a nervous wreck. “You can touch me, you know?” You giggle, he doesn’t. His cheeks flush a peachy color as he scoots just a few inches closer. “I–I know that, was getting to that part,” He murmurs, a rough palm landing on your thigh with hesitance. He leans in just a little closer, close enough for his warm breath to tickle your skin. “See what you do to me? Make me so damn nervous, and hard, especially that.” He huffs, fingers fondling your soft flesh. “Yeah? I bet you love it, though.” You tease back, breath caressing the tip of his nose. His head snaps to the side like you just set off a bomb. You watch the red pigment slowly develop on his cheekbone—then spread to his nose.

“Fuck—yeah, I do. Way too much,” His lips quirk up into a soft smile, and the tent in his pants grows by half an inch.

MDNI 18+

thinking about jason todd waking you with the soft press of his lips against your neck, trailing slow, lingering kisses down to your collarbone. he whispers sweet words and reassurances between each one, his warm hand gliding over your arm before settling at your waist, tugging you closer until your bodies are flush. he presses his morning wood against your thigh in a quiet invitation, patient and content whether you take it or leave it. but if you do? his hand slips beneath the sheets and into your panties, a thick finger sliding through your folds while his thumb circles your clit with lazy affection, making sure you’re slick and ready. “such a sleepy princess,” he murmurs, voice low and rough with sleep as his fingers explore you deeper. “you’re so pretty like this,” he breathes against your ear, hips slowly grinding against your thigh. and when you’re finally wet enough, he pushes into you with a deep, sexy groan, burying his face in the curve of your neck as his slow, sleepy and lazy thrusts take you both over the edge.

-> gn! reader, sorta? references to calorie counting and disordered eating, pls don't read if this is triggering for you <3

“you like that, don’t you?” the rasp in his voice mixed with the way he grinds his hips down slowly, cock stretching you out perfectly, causes your eyelids to flutter closed and your nails to sink into the skin of his hip with each thrust. “like feelin’ how deep i am, honey?” teeth nip at your ear, one of his hands pressed down on your back, keeping you pinned down on the bed while the other rests beside your head. “yeah, you do, just look at you.”

you try to reply but with how his hand presses down on your lower back again, your eyes roll back and your lips part with a choked moan at the deep stretch of his cock pressing deeper into your cunt, walls fluttering around him. “that’s it, let me in, honey.” he cooes into the shell of your ear.

beyond the room, you can faintly hear the sound of waves crashing outside the sliding doors, a subtle reminder of the vacation you both took together for some warranted down time, but your mind isn’t focused on that, it’s focused on the feeling of his slow thrusting, focused on the sound of his breathless panting. the world outside doesn’t exist. not when he’s with you.

“you’re so pretty, baby,” he groans deeply, palms of his hands landing on the globes of your ass, and his eyes; hooded and lustful, watch the bounce of flesh. “so pretty like this.”

the fabric of the pillows muffle your moans, muffles the choked whines each time his hand lands on your ass, squeezing and rubbing to ease sting away gently. your body begins to jolt, moving higher up the bed each time he pulls out so the tip remains, just to sink back into you a little harder. the sounds of skin slapping together echoes the room loudly.

“so deep,” your words are slurred and breathless, eyes half open. “you’re so deep, honey, can’t, oh fuck,” the hand you had on his hip flies off and grips the sheet tightly beneath you, eyes rolling back a second time when both his hands are dripping your hips, practically dragging you back and forth onto his cock.

you’re pretty sure you’ve got drool dribbling down the corner of your mouth and onto the silk sheets below, but you don’t seem to care, he sure as hell doesn’t. the thick vein on the underside of his cock throbs against your walls, and it causes you to squirm underneath him but his hands stay clamped around your hips, keeping you from moving away from him.

“nuh uh, stay here, baby, just stay right here. yeah, that’s it, good girl.” his praise goes straight to your cunt and your walls clamp around him tightly. “takin’ it so good,” he’s sitting back just enough to look at the way you’re both connected, the sight of the thick creamy white ring around the base of his cock causes him to growl. a growl that emits from deep in his chest. he huffs out a breath through his nose, and keeping his thrusts hard enough to have you whining and moaning, but then switches them to a slow grind of his hips to have you begging all over again. 

the second he’s lowering himself over you, the angle causes him to sink even deeper if that’s possible; he moves from your hips, and forms his hands into fists and presses themdown onto the mattress on each side of your hips instead and one of your hands grab onto the hard muscle of his arm, nails sinking into the skin once his thrusts get harder, driving into you with vigor. “i love you,” he groans, sweat forming on the hairline of his face and then down his temple, eyes flickering between where his cock slides in and out of your cunt and then at the way your muscles in your back tense. “love you so much.”

you’re rendered speechless, hair sticking to your face, tears streak down your face at the pure feeling of him fucking you so deep and good into the mattress that any thoughts you did have are now gone. you bury your face deeper into the pillows when he’s suddenly moving his arm, not the one you’re still holding and slides his hand down your stomach before his fingers find your throbbing clit, that you scream into the pillow, his long digits rubbing slow but constant figure eights on the sensitive nub in tune with each of his thrusts. “ohmygod! don’t stop, please don’t stop.” you finally manage to cry out.

he grins smugly, and shakes his head despite you not being able to see him. “never, honey, never gonna stop.” he promises.

your orgasm washes over you like a tidal wave, no prior warning and your walls tighten around his cock again, his breatch hitches at the feeling and clenches his jaw tightly and you can tell he isn’t far behind with how his movements get slower and sloppier above you, groaning and moaning breathlessly; the sweat from his forehead and chest drop onto your back but he doesn’t stop, his fingers against your clit don’t stop either.

“gonna cum, baby,” his voice is wrecked, raspy and low. “where do you want it?”

“inside,” you gasped out, your body still coming from the high of your own orgasm; you’re pretty sure he might even pull another one from you if he keeps it up. “want it inside, please, need it inside.”

all it takes is a few more deep thrusts, and his entire body locks and tenses before he’s spilling deep inside you. “wait, baby, don’t do that,” he chokes out weakly when your cunt flutters around him, trying to milk his cock for all he’s worth. “christ,” his cock twitches inside you, and when you hum contently at the feeling of him filling you up just like you always ask for he laughs hoarsly. “you’re greedy,” he murmurs, carefully lowering himself to press his chest against your back. his body was warm despite being sweaty. “and beautiful.” 

once he’s close enough he presses his face into your neck from behind, you turn your head as best you can, even if the angle is awkward, and press a kiss to his temple; you hope it’s his temple; your eyes are still hooded and glazed. “love you, honey. stay like this with me for a while.”

shy!jason who’s looks can be deceiving. he usually looks somewhat scary, like a cliché from some dark romance book, leather jacket, his hairy messy, scars across his face and peeking out beneath his sleeves, when hiding underneath is a shy, empathetic and sensitive soul.

shy!jason who noticed you at your place of work, a small bookshop near his apartment, months before ever talking to you. the first time the two of you talked, you came up to him as you saw him behind a shelf, softly tapping his shoulder and watching him turn around, eyes wide and startled as the blood rushed to his cheeks at your presence.

shy!jason who was actually hiding behind the shelf before you came up to him, after seeing you smiling at a customer, leaving him short of breath and his brain scrambled.

shy!jason who comes back at least once a week after you introduced yourself and recommended him some books you thought he’d like. what you didn’t know is that he’d already read most of them and just bought them a second time because he couldn’t tell you no.

shy!jason who walks out disappointed in himself every time after talking to you without asking for your number. he’s been so close to just saying the words a thousand times but he just can’t bring himself to say them out loud when he’s face to face with you.

shy!jason who starts staying until you close the shop on your shift and offers to walk you home one night. this becomes a habit. sometimes he’s there during the last hour until closing, sometimes he’s held up with red hood stuff (which you don’t know about), so he comes just as you’re locking the door behind you.

shy!jason who’s face flushes so bad when you compliment him. it could be something as simple as praising his taste in books or telling him the color of his shirt is nice.

shy!jason who is walking you home one night when you’re cornered by some low-life thugs demanding your personal belongings and holding you at knife point. and suddenly he isn’t so shy anymore. he pulls you behind him, buffing his chest as he barks at the thugs to get lost. you don’t see everything, your view blocked by his broad shoulders, but from one second to the next they’re running for their life.

shy!jason who turns back to a blushing mess when you thank him for defending you. he just nods, avoiding your gaze shamefully as he continues to walk you home. he was scared you would see him in a different light after showing off his rough side. in reality, you’re thinking that the cute, shy guy who always visit your shop just stood up for you, making him even hotter.

shy!jason who’s eyes widen when you ask him on a date that night, finally giving him your number. he can feel his neck heat up as you take his phone and type in your number, your hand brushing his calloused one as you hand it back to him.

katsuki’s been close with you and izuku since childhood. and now, he’s fucking you, and every time you whine that sweet, “kacchan!” he can’t help but think of izuku too.

"ah! god, fuck!" you mewl, head thrown back at the sensation of katsuki's active thrusting, warm hands gripping your thighs.

"atta girl. so good f'me, baby." he grunts, hips angling to hit the perfect spot, sweat collecting on his brow.

"mmph! yes kacchannn, shit!"

kacchan. that stupid nickname. he hates when you say it in bed. it makes him think of izuku, he's the one who started with it in the first place. it makes him wonder what it would be like if he were here, if he heard you say that. how he'd react. how his face would get all red for no absolute reason and his dumb overflowing brain would get all fuzzy—

"baby, cut it out with that shit." katsuki grunts. he's scolded you about this before.

"m sorry!" you groan, hips wiggling and grinding against him. "but why?" you pout, and you're super fucking adorable. your skin's all moist and glistening beneath him, a soft crease on your forehead.

he pants above you, slowing down his movements to a reasonable talking pace. "cuz— makes me think of deku. n i dont wanna think about his dumbass while im balls deep in my girl—"

"i love izuuu..." you croon, eyes all blissed out. you clench around him and his jaw clenches, cock twitching inside you.

"i- i know ya do, honey."'

"no, i," you grunt, eyes rolling back briefly, jutting your hips forward. "i love him, katsuki. wish he was here with us..."

"he's so cute," you babble on mindlessly, with little squeaks leaving your throat here and there. you messily brush your hair out of your face, gripping your boyfriend's tough biceps right after. "he's so cute, suki. want him too."

"jesus fuck," katsuki hisses, leaving a light lovetap on your asscheek before bending down and sucking on your tongue.

"you want him here too." you mumble when he pulls away, saliva coating both your lips. "mmmph— you wanna have him, baby, i know you do!"