♥︎ 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘 𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐘 ♥︎ // 𝑱. 𝑻𝒐𝒅𝒅
Synopsis: Jason comes home to a Valentine's day surprise that challenges his hate for the holiday of love...
Pairings: Jason Todd x Plus Size! Fem!Reader
Content Warnings: smut, food play, use of whip cream, syrup, and cherries, biting, oral- fem recieving, lots of licking syrup off of eachother, messy sex, size difference, reader is back on her freaky shit (as she should be), fingering, body worship, unprotected p in v penetrative sex (wrap it up folks), hair pulling, some good ole' cowgirl sex, Jason talks you through it, creampie
Jason can say with absolute resolution that he hates Valentine's day- being the cynic that he is- means that he doesn't like many holidays, with the singular exception of Halloween. Most holidays were just a massive corporate attempt to find more victims susceptible to capitalism in his opinion, and so he didn't see the big deal for them. Especially not Valentine's day, for his gripes with this particular day just might be the worst of them all. A day to celebrate those you love when someone is supposed to do that everyday, anyways? Truly, what was the fucking point in it? Aside from a skyrocket in overpriced teddy bears, chocolates, and hell even flowers‐ there wasn't much use for a day such as today- at least not in his mind.
Sure, he had you... but even then, you guys celebrate your relationship all the damn time, so today was kind of just like any other.
He had reluctantly left the bed this morning, his lips lingering on your forehead whilst thick, calloused fingers, massaged your scalp. You were dead to the world, curled up against his chest- ear to his sternum- and lulled by the rhythmic thumping of his heartbeat. It had been a grand test of willpower to leave you, but duty had called in the form of Bruce messaging him, asking him not to miss the family meeting for upcoming patrols and tactics.
It only encouraged Jason to be extra grouchy throughout the day. Biting back his scathing remarks, and barely withholding his withering glare.
The one that screamed he'd rather be anywhere else than at work with all of them.
Unfortunately that did nothing but make time move slower for Jason, forcing the man to go through a long, painstakingly arduous day before he was finally free to go back home and return to you.
"Ma, where ya' at?" Jason calls into the quiet apartment, stepping into your shared abode with an unapologetic brashness, his voice low and gothamite accent lingering. His gaze searches for you, his focused teal irises flickering around the room. The deep frown that etches into the lines of his face were inevitable- especially after finding no sign of you around- something which had his haunches raised as he grumbled to himself.
The man lingers around, noting that you'd left dinner waiting for him in the oven and he pouts.
He'd never expect you to wait in order to eat with him, but he was hoping to get home early tonight so you guys could have some time together.
What a bust that idea had been...
Nevertheless, Jason raises a brow when he catches sight of a sticky note attached to the saran wrap covering his food, his head tilting curiously.
Save room for dessert, big guy ♥︎- xoxo
So maybe that's where you went, to go buy some dessert? Jason- despite finding it odd- wouldn't protest to dessert, he'd eat whatever and you knew this, the man is a bottomless pit.
Jason huffs to himself, setting the plate of food on the counter before turning to look at the time on the microwave. "She wouldn't go walking around Gotham this late," he comments to himself. It was so unlike you- especially when you knew he was already out- because you know that he would've gotten it for you on his way home.
The man frowns, freeing his food from the saran wrap when the sound of something crackling- no spraying- had Jason's body going still. His food was long forgotten in the microwave whilst his head slowly turns to the bedroom door. "Ma?" he calls for you, immediately on the defense, his body tense and ready to strike at any moment.
He takes a breath, steadying himself before barging into the room. Acting first and thinking second.
"I am armed motherfucker!" were the only words you heard before your door was promptly slammed off of it's hinges in a S.W.A.T raid fashion.
You could only blink up at your partner, utterly unimpressed, your gaze flickering to the splintered door you both would have to replace. "Well, so much for my sweet surprise," you huff, still laying in bed, your one leg casually draped over the other in...
Oh, Jason's mind suddenly catches up to what his eyes were seeing and holy shit.
You- the woman of his dreams- were laying in the bed you both shared, looking like something straight out of his fantasies. Not his usual ones- no- this was like one of those fantasies found in the gutters of his mind, the ones he keeps to himself.
White, over-the-knee stockings ran up your legs, stopping just short of your thighs and topped with a pretty red bow. The little hearts dotting across the ensemble were undoubtedly supposed to be cute- only to be anything but that- for the only thing he could think about was the way your thighs spilled over the stockings, squished in the get-up.
"Uh hi-" he felt himself short-circuit, his body flaring with heat under the collar whilst shamelessly eyeing up the picture you had painted for him.
Teal eyes hover appreciatively over the hills of your ample flesh, throat bobbing when his eyes traced the dip of your hips. "Is that?" Jason had to do a double take when the state of your breasts caught his attention, his dilated pupils locking onto the deep, red laced, bra holding them up. He bites back a wrecked groan at the tantalising cleavage your bra created- but that wasn't what had him so surprised- no, what surprised him was the whipped cream swirled atop of them, both peaks topped with bright red, maraschino cherries.
"Well this is definitely new," he huffs, a smirk tugging up at the corner of his lips.
"I told you to save room for dessert." You remind him casually, but not before making a show of your current state. With a low hum, you swipe up some of the sweet cream off of your chest, your tongue laving over your thumb before sucking it clean.
Jason stared, uncharacteristically quiet as his eyes tracked your every movement like a man hypnotised. He was following your finger as if it was his conductor, his heart pounding wildly.
"That's..." he coughs to avoid gulping. "That's quite the spread there, Ma..." he breathes the words out, something in his accent nearly breaking from how much he wanted to go over there.
You raise a playful brow, amused by his reaction to this entirely new display. Your hands travel down, crawling down the length of your thick, clenched thighs to spread them open. "It's not the only spread here, Jay..." you tell him in a low purr.
He was gone, utterly and irrevocably gone at the sight of your exposed and glistening cunt, drool ready to escape from his agape mouth. "What the fuck did I do to get all this, huh?" his voice was rough, the hefty rumble he usually got when he was turned on making it's appearance whilst he stalked towards you. "Is it cause I organized our bookshelf in alphabeticalized chronological order?"
Despite the intimacy of the moment, you snort.
"No, it's Valentine's day you loser." you correct your boyfriend, fondly exasperated with him.
Jason huffs as he settles himself between your thighs. "You're lucky I'm a little to preoccupied at the moment," he grumbled, his thumbs pressing into your bikini line and trailing up over the folds of your stomach. "Fuck, so pretty Ma..." he breathes the words out, his expression reverent, his hands exploring the familiar flow of your body.
You sigh into his advances, melting under the weight that ends up pressed against you whilst he leans in, his hot and heavy tongue lapping up the whipped cream atop of your left breast. A muffled moan escapes- low and garbled- from his throat as he catches the cheery between his teeth, rolling it experimentally between his canines without breaking eye-contact with you for even a second.
His hand moves to grasp at your chin, pulling you into his orbit, where your lips meet. Jason holds you there, his grip on your chin firm but careful as your tongues descend upon eachother, swirling and swapping cherry sweetened saliva. You moaned into the kiss, the maraschino rolling between the folds of your conjoined muscles, tossing the fruit between yourselves, until you finally bite down, claiming it for yourself with a hum.
"You're lucky, I still got one more-" he pants against your lips as you both part, his expression smug.
You merely huff. "Well get to it, or I might just steal that one from you too-" you tease him, your fingers threading through the dark curls atop his head, before eventually tugging on the tuft of white hair that always falls in front of his face.
Jason's face playfully scrunched, those teal eyes of his bearing through your own gaze with an unmistakable fire behind them. "I thought this was supposed to be a gift for me, now you're stealing it from me?" he challenged with an accusing raise of his brow, and hands that can't help but wander.
"It is, but one can only wait so long," you retort, earning yourself a scoff as your boyfriend promptly pinches the dip between your hip and thigh.
He snickered when you gasped, smacking at his arm. Then- because he's never thwarted by anything when it comes to you- he hovered you. His weight began laying into you as his tongue runs its course over your right breast, swirling cream up with a low hum that had you squeezing at his broad shoulders. "Jay-" your voice wavered into something breathy, a hand lacing up to the nape of his neck, where you press him against you.
Jason nips at the side of your breast through the thin lace of bra, grinning at the sound the escapes you. "That's it ma, keep making pretty noises for me, want dessert and a show." he rumbled against you, his teeth dragging teasingly over you, and tugging at the cursed lingerie separating him from what he truly wanted a taste of.
He licks the whip cream clean off of you, a hand simultaneously sneaking downward between you to cup the heated mound of your cunt. Two calloused fingers slowly slide between your sensitive folds, gathering up slick as he bites back a low groan.
"Something tells me you got tired of waiting for me," he hums between your cleavage, kissing up your sternum in a languid, reverent pace.
You let out a sound of pleasure when his fingers press against your entrance- teasing you- barely breaching as you do your best to squirm. A feat that was made impossible thanks to Jason's weight, which he refused to free you from.
"C'mon Ma, tell me you played with yourself before I showed up," Jason smirks as he flashes you a heated look through his lashes. "Honesty is key, remember?" he adds on, his tone dripping with an almost mocking bemusement. He knows you did, otherwise you wouldn't be this wet for him, not from some heavy petting and tit-sucking alone.
He had to refrain from easing his digits into the aching walls of your needy pussy, using all of his will-power to ignore the way it clenched around nothing, grazing the pads of his calloused fingers.
"Tell me the truth and I'll give ya what you want."
That did you in, your resolve breaking as you tried to shift your hips up, chasing greedily for friction.
"I did... just before you came back-" you answered, your voice shaky with need as Jason hums in approval. "That's my girl, you just wanted to be ready for me, didn't you Ma?" he mused.
You nod, just wanting to be touched already.
Jason- in an act of mercy- pushes past the warm ring of your entrance, his ears soaking up the sounds of your need. "Take that off," he leans back and nods to your bra, making sure to keep his fingers moving in smooth- knuckle-deep- strokes, where he occasionally flicks his gaze down to watch his fingers disappear into your greedy sex.
Without a moment to waste, your reaching back to unclip the bra, tugging the damned thing off whilst your hips rolled, trying to pull his fingers in deeper.
"Fuck, Jason-" you rasp out, your hands moving to tug at his shirt, and frowning when he laid you back down, refusing to give the contact you craved.
His free hand reached for the cherry syrup, pulling it close to his mouth which popped the lid open. "Gonna make a mess of you, Ma..." he said it like a promise- watching as cold syrup oozed from the lid- drizzling over your hardened nipples earning himself a shudder and moan from you.
"Like that don't you, being my messy girl?"
The man was feeling rather talkative today, watching with an enraptured teal gaze as he pours more syrup over your cunt. "Look at that spill baby, dripping down your slit and everything," he marvels at the erotic sight of the dribbling syrup sliding down your glistening folds and spilling over his fingers, which were already soaked with slick.
He admired they way it blended with your arousal, his eyes going lidded as he pulls his fingers out, ignoring your cries of protests. He sucks his own digits clean, holding your gaze with his own while a groan bubbled low in his throat at the taste.
"Fuck, hand me that whipped cream," he all but demands as his hands find your thighs.
A low growl escapes him, his muscled flexing from how he manhandled you into throwing your thighs over his broad shoulders. "Jason please-" you choke out, growing impatient as you looked to your boyfriend, who was taking his time with you.
"Easy Ma, breathe through it for me," he hums back with his focus is left elsewhere.
That being between your legs, where he promptly sprays whipped cream over your slit with a nasty look in his eyes, one which told you that you were gonna be stuck like this for a while...
Jason pulls your hips up some more, till his nose is pressed against the bundle of nerves that is your clit. Large hand grip your thighs with damn near bruising strength, holding you impossibly close as he pressed an open mouthed kiss to your throbbing clit. Whipped cream smears, it covers his chin and it soaks you, but he couldn't give a damn about that, not when he was working to lick you clean.
"Fuck, Jay..." You gasp at the sudden shock wave that was sent through your nerves, moaning at the crude slurping sounds coming from between your thighs as Jason absolutely devoured you.
Your back arches onto his tongue, your hands tugging at his hair as the heat of his tongue laps at the cold syrup and cream he drenched you with.
"Just like that Ma, ride my face," he grunts before diving back in, a whimper escapes you, your thighs quivering as the oral assault had your body boiling, a low tension bubbling up in your gut.
"Jason... please!" You warble for him, the bow-string snapping to release the flood gates of your arousal whilst you cum on the tongue that was working you through your high. "Oh fuck, fuck!" You choke out your cries, hips grinding up against his face as he cleans the lingering cream and cum from your fluttering cunt like a man on a mission.
And fuck- when Jason pulls up- you groan.
Viscous, red syrup painted his chin, running down the length of his jaw in sinful dribbles. Whipped cream stuck to his cheeks, the sticky residue mixing with rivulets of your own juices.
"Jason, holy fuck-" you breathe out, squeezing your thighs together at the sight of your boyfriend who looked downright feral. "Do you-"
You're cut off by lips crashing onto yours, leaving you to moan helplessly as he made a mess of you too, making you learn the taste of yourself on his tongue. Your mouths are both stained red by this point, the lingering taste of cherries, cream, and cum weighing on your taste buds like anchors.
"Gonna fuck you filthy," he grits out against you, biting at your lower lip with an unrestrained need.
And you're flipped before you can even think to respond, left straddling your boyfriend who has all but torn his shirt off, with hands wildly undoing the buckle of his belt. You take the time to run your hands over his chest, thumbs running over scars as you press yourself close to him.
Your hips draw into a slow grind whilst he frees the pulsing- red and angry length of his cock- groaning when your natural rythym catches the head of his rigid shaft, soaking him- veins and all- in your sticky juices. "Fuck Ma, that's it, drench me, get me ready for this sweet pussy-" he grips your hips as he speaks, pushing you a little more insistently against his cock, willing you to let him in.
"Jay, need you so bad-" you whine for him, grasping at his shoulders whilst he takes the tip of his cock, roughly guiding it to your entrance.
"I know baby, I know... m'gonna make it better."
Jason grabs at you, fingers digging into your ass to sink you down onto him, a gutteral groan tumbling from his throat when your tight, gummy walls envelop him, fluttering around every inch that makes it passed your stretched entrance.
"Fuck!" You bite into Jason's shoulder, squeezing him like a vice, your throbbing heat taking him down to the base and leaving you unsure of where he ends and you begin. He takes a minute, sliding a hand between the two of you to rub slow circles into your bundle of nerves. "You've got it Ma, deep breaths," he hums, letting you adjust to him.
A choked sound escapes Jason when you slowly found your momentum, your hips rolling into a deep grind. You were squeezing around him everytime he hit a sweet spot inside of you, and Jason- who was doing everything in his power to keep things slow and intimate- leans up to catch your breasts.
He pinches a nipple between his teeth, his tongue lapping over the residing sting and tasting the sweet cherry juice that lingered there.
"God, you feel so fucking good-" Jason groans into your breasts, panting heated breaths into your skin whenever he wasn't laying open mouthed kisses upon it. "Just like that baby, squeeze my cock."
Jason continued to rasp filth into your ears, his hips thrusting up to meet the descent of your own.
Everytime you came back down was enough to breakdown his will, for his strokes only got deeper, thrusting you down harder on him. "C'mon Ma, cum for me... can feel how much you want to," he hums, soon breaking out into a loud moan at the way your cunt spasms around him.
"Fuck Jason!" You cry out, a knot snapping within you for a second time tonight. Your sensitive walls were wrapped around every ridge of his cock, hugging the veiny underside in a way that had him twitching, balls drawing up tight.
"Take it, Ma, fucking take it-" he grits out, melting into a pleasured cry of his own as he came, spurts of him shooting up into your heat.
The mix of your juices dribble, coating a creamy white ring at the base of his cock as Jason let's his forehead fall, resting it on your sternum. "Happy Valentine's Day, baby-" he hears you sigh against his shoulder, your sticky bodies pressed against eachother as his cock softens within you.
And Jason actually manages a smile, saying words he never thought he'd day. "Happy Valentine's, Ma."
He hums when you wrap your arms around him, only to grimace at the way your skin stuck to his.
"We need to shower though, big time."
You smile, resting against him and pleasantly fucked out. "That we do, lead the way babe."
Yeah, Jason could get used to Valentine's Day...
Happy Valentine's guys! -xoxo💋♥
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