⤷ DISTRACTION , JASON TODD .
summary 𓂃 jason drags himself exhaustedly across half of gotham after narrowly escaping being shot multiple times during his mission. he slips in through your window, hoping for a warm, loving, and enthusiastic greeting, only to find you glued to the console he’s always had to compete with. desperate to get your attention, he decides the only way to do so is to do something you can't ignore.
tags 𓂃 bf!jason todd x videogame geek fem!reader , teasing , fingering , horny!jason , banter , smutt , attention seeking , distraction , dirty talk , MDNI 18+.
ib 𓂃 @oncasette ‘s dick grayson drabble.
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You’re deep in your own little bubble, thumbs flying over the controller as the boss fight music swells into a frantic crescendo.
The window latch clicks open behind you, just like Jason always does after patrol, but you don’t bother to look back. The final phase is right there—your health bar blinking red—and this time, you’re not going down. Sweat from the intense match makes your oversized tee stick to your skin, but nothing exists outside the screen.
Jason’s boots hit the floor with a soft thud, breaking the quiet. The faint rustle of his jacket brushing against the chair followed by the heavier clink of holsters being set down echoed in the stillness. A tense pause lingers, thick with his impatience.
“Baby,” he says, his voice rough and low from the night’s work, filled with that familiar gravelly tone. “Look at me. I just dragged my ass through half of Gotham for you.”
You hum softly, eyes fixed intently on the screen as his presence quietly dominates the room. “One sec. This asshole’s almost dead. Don’t distract me.”
He exhales sharply through his nose, a half-laugh, half-groan of pure frustration escaping him. The fabric of his shirt whispers as it peels off and lands somewhere near your laundry basket.
In your peripheral vision, you catch the quick movement: broad shoulders, a scarred chest glistening faintly with sweat, and dark tattoos that shift as he rolls his neck and flexes with deliberate intent. Usually, seeing him—so muscular, sexy, and visibly riled up—would make you pause the game immediately. But tonight, you’ve got bigger fish to fry.
Jason moves closer, now barefoot, sitting softly on the edge of the couch beside you. The cushion molds to his weight as warm, calloused fingers gently glide along your bare thigh, where your oversized tee rides up. He traces slow, teasing circles that creep higher, skimming the edge of your panties with deliberate, limiting touches.
“C’mon,” he murmurs, leaning in until his warmth presses against you. His lips find the side of your neck, hot and insistent, sucking lightly at the sensitive spot that always makes your brain short-circuit.
“Mission was shit. I got shot at, stabbed in the foot, and yet I still came straight here, just for you, rock-hard.”l
His free hand palms the very obvious, raging erection straining against his pants, giving it a slow stroke through the fabric right where you can see it from the corner of your eye. He’s thick and aching, the outline prominent and insistent, twitching as he presses closer to your side.
Still, your character dodges a brutal swipe and lands a perfect combo. Jason groans softly against your skin, teeth grazing your pulse point before he bites harder, trying to get a reaction from you.
“You’re soaked already. I can feel it. And you’re still ignoring me?” he teases, voice dropping into that filthy way he knows gets to you. “Bet if I pulled these pretty panties aside right now, you’d be dripping down my fingers. All that focus on pixels when you could be focused on my cock instead. Cruel little thing.”
One big hand slides under your shirt, palming your breast fully, thumb flicking and rolling your nipple until it pebbles tight under his touch. His other hand slips between your thighs, pushing your panties aside like he'd done this a thousand times before. Thick fingers glide through your slick heat, circling your clit with sluggish, maddening strokes before dipping lower to tease your entrance—pressing just the tip of one finger in, then pulling back, over and over.
“Jason,” you warn, half-breathless, thighs pressing around his hand despite yourself. Your hips twitch once, betraying the growing ache, but you force them still, mashing the buttons faster and way less coordinated.
He chuckles darkly, the sound vibrating through your neck as he curls two fingers inside you slowly, scissoring and stroking that perfect spot. “That’s my name, yeah. Say it again while you’re actually looking at me, not the damn TV.” He grinds his raging erection against your hip, letting you feel every hard inch of him throbbing with need. “Feel that? Been like this the whole ride over, thinking about burying myself in you. And you’re gonna make me wait?”
A particularly loud explosion on screen makes you curse and lean forward. Jason takes the opportunity to mouth at your collarbone, sucking a mark just above the neckline of your shirt. His free hand tugs the controller down an inch—trying his luck.
You yank it right back up without missing a beat. “I will end you if you make me die here, Todd.”
He laughs, low and filthy, pressing two thick fingers inside you slowly. “Promise? ‘Cause I’d rather you end me by sitting on my face.”
Your breath hitches, thighs pressing around his hand, but the boss’s final health bar is right there. You power through a desperate combo, mashing buttons as Jason curls his fingers just right and latches his mouth onto your neck again, sucking hard.
The victory screen flashes. Jubilant music fills the room.
You finally drop the controller onto the coffee table with a satisfied exhale, turning to face him with a wicked little grin. Jason’s eyes are dark, pupils blown wide with lust, lips parted and breathing ragged like he’s been waiting hours instead of minutes. His cock is still straining painfully against his pants, a wet spot already forming from how desperately he’s leaking for you.
“Finally,” he starts, voice rough with relief and hunger, but you’re already moving—pushing him back onto the couch and swinging a leg over his hips to straddle him.
“Poor baby,” you tease, voice sweet and playful in the way you know makes his mind swim, as you grind down hard against his raging erection, feeling it throb hotly between your bodies. “All needy and desperate after one little mission, begging for attention like you didn’t just try to finger-fuck me mid-boss fight. Did you miss me that bad?”
Jason’s hands grip your ass, squeezing hard as he bucks up into you with a bottomless groan, grinding his thick length against your soaked core. “You’re evil. Evil and so fucking hot, and I’m gonna fuck that attitude right out of you until you’re crying my name instead of button-mashing that stupid controller of yours.”
“It’s not stupid.” You lean down, catching his mouth in a hungry kiss, nipping his bottom lip and rolling your hips teasingly slow. “Big talk for a guy who just spent ten minutes begging. Think you can keep up now that the game’s over?”
He flips you abruptly, pinning you beneath his weight, chest pressing flush against yours. His grin is sharp, starving, and full of promise as he shoves your shirt up and yanks your shorts down in one ragged motion. His mouth is back onto yours, hands already spreading your thighs wide, and this time you don’t even think about reaching for the controller.
“Yeah, yeah, whatever,” he mutters, lips leaving a trail of saliva as he moves from your lips to your jaw, then to your neck and collarbone. “Game’s over, princess. My turn.”
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