Nova

Your eyes widen, heat creeping up the back of your neck as you take a step back. You school your expression into one of dismissal, waving him off with a hand. "Oh, I can take it. Can it even satisfy me though? Surely something so small can't feel that good." You shrug, looking the epitome of innocence as you blink up at him with faux sympathy.

You don't know when he took another step, but now you're pressed against the wall of his garage, his beefy arms on either side of your head, caging you in. You have to fully crane your neck upwards to look at him, and it's then that it hits you just how much this man towers over you. Your eyes rake over him, really taking him in this time. He wasn't just tall. No, he was big. In every sense of the word. Muscles that flexed with every move, strong, solid but with that subtle softness underneath that made you wish he would both hold you close and crush you.

"Yeah? Pretty little thing like you thinks she can handle me?" His hand reaches out to grab your wrist, thumb rubbing gently against your pulse point with a voice so soft it's almost mocking. You swallow back your response when his hand trails up your arm, leaving goosebumps in its wake.

Up, up, and up.

Until he reaches your collarbone. Calloused fingertips ghost over the skin, causing your breath to hitch, your eyes following his every move. And then, ever so slowly, his hand wraps fully around your throat. Not choking, not squeezing (yet) just… holding. The pad of his thumb presses onto the bottom of your chin, forcing you to look at him with a shuddering breath and wide eyes.

A flash of amusement passes through him at your bewilderment, poking his tongue into the inside of his cheek as he lets out a scoff. "What's wrong? Don't tell me this is too much for you already?" He bends down, leaning in close enough so that his breath ghosted over your ear as he whispered, "I haven't even started yet."

You manage to force a weak glare in his direction, hands clenching into fists by your sides to stop yourself from grabbing onto whatever part of him you could. And just because you can, you throw in a smartass retort in there for good measure. "Too much for me? Please, we both know you're just stalling cos you're ashamed to take that small dick of yours out."

Jason lets out a breathy laugh, low and dark in your ear, lips brushing against the sensitive skin. "Cute. Sounds like you think about what my dick looks like a lot, huh sweetheart?" How is he still so unfazed from your taunts? You were hoping for a reaction, an angry one preferrably, but he was refusing to give you anything, much less whatever your dirty mind had conjured up before you began your bratty act.

His other hand drags down your chest, cold palm flat against the plush skin of your stomach - and then slowly caressing back up until his fingers reach the edge of your bra, all while his gaze is locked onto your face, relishing in every little shudder that leaves you. He cups you, swiping a teasing thumb over the hardened nipple poking through the stupidly thin fabric of your bra, smirk widening when you arch ever so slightly into his touch.

The smirk doesn't leave his face as his hand abandons your tit, sliding down, squeezing your waist on the way before his fingers dip into the waistband of your leggings. He cups your pussy through your panties, letting out a sharp exhale when he rubs along the already wet fabric sticking to your folds.

His grip on your throat doesn't falter, keeping you pinned against the wall, thumb still pressed under your chin so you can't look away even if you wanted to. "What happened to that smart little mouth? You're awfully quiet for someone who's soaked through her panties." He drawls, voice laced with just enough amusement to make you want to both kiss him and slap him.

Your reply dies in your throat, replaced by a gasp when you feel his big fingers push your panties to the side, gently rubbing along your slick pussy. By the time he leans in, lips crashing into yours, you're already trembling. He kisses you like a man starved. Deep, rough, swallowing back every little gasp trying to escape you as he continues toying lazily with your folds, gathering the arousal practically gushing out of you to smear it against your clit in slow circles - as if you weren't already struggling to keep up with his tongue furiously swirling against yours.

He nips teasingly at your bottom lip, before taking your tongue in his mouth and sucking. The action so obscene and unexpected it has you bucking up into his hand, entire body flushing with need.

He groans lowly, almost desperately, pulling back just enough to mutter into your mouth, "You're fucking dripping. Haven't even touched you properly yet." He swipes his fingers through your folds even slower this time, as if to prove his point.

The quiet whimper you let out is muffled into his chest as your head falls forward, hands clutching needily at the front of his shirt, thighs already starting to tremble slightly. The hand on your throat tightens ever so slightly as he lets out another groan - feral and impatient, "Fuck, get this shit off." His hands tears away from your throat and your pussy long enough for him to grab fistfuls of your leggings, ripping apart the thin fabric like it's fucking paper. Not even a second later, your panties suffer the same unfortunate fate, dangling in his fist before he tosses them behind him.

"What the fuck?" You yelp out, trying to catch your breath as you look up at him with wide eyes. Honestly, the action made you more aroused than pissed but you weren't about to let him know that. "I liked those! What are you, a fucking animal?"

He just shrugs, not even flinching at the tone of your voice, pupils dilating as he fixes his gaze on your now bare, glistening cunt, tongue wetting his lips. "Don't give a fuck, need to see how well she can take my fingers." He looks up briefly to press a fleeting, almost soothing kiss to the corner of your mouth, "Besides, I'll buy you new ones."

His knee slots in between your legs, pushing them further apart as his hand goes back down to spread your lips. "God, how are you so wet?" He groans at the sight, forehead falling to rest against yours as he watches your cunt glisten. You're still trying to comprehend what the fuck just happened, looking back and forth between the scraps of fabric that were once your clothes and the positively hungry look in his eyes; and then his lips are back on yours. Messy. Needy. Desperate. Teeth clicking together, tongues swirling as you feel saliva accumulate at the corner of your mouth, every part of your body seemingly dripping for him. He swallows all the little moans, free hand gripping your jaw to press himself closer to you . He pulls back, lips barely just hovering yours as his thumb smears your spit across your cheek, "Look at you, so wrecked already. You still think you can take all of me, sweetheart?"

Your eyes flick up to his, chest heaving as you try to catch the air he just stole out of your lungs, and stubborn as ever, give him a nod. "I told you I would didn't I?" You huff out, hands trailing up his abs to rest on his pecs.

He chuckles softly, nudging his nose against yours before he whispers, "Then I better not fucking hear you complaining later." He swats lightly at your clit, making you yelp before the same hand reaches back to squeeze your ass, blunt nails digging into the soft flesh, dragging you forward against his bulge. Your eyes nearly pop out of your head when you feel just how fucking huge he is. And that's when you realise, you might have fucked up.

He doesn't even give you time to second guess yourself as he drags you over his bulge once more, "Feel that?" He murmurs, dipping his head, "You're gonna be stuffed full soon enough." The hand gripping your jaw moves down to settle on your stomach, stretching his thumb and pinky finger out across as if mapping you out, letting out a low hum, "Up to here I'd say?"

Your brows furrow in confusion until you look down, nearly choking on air when you realise what he's doing. You see him pressing down into a spot that's nearly up to your fucking ribs and you think you might pass out before he even unzips his jeans. Whether it's from fear or excitement, you're yet to decide.

He continues pressing into your stomach as his other hand gathers the mess dripping down your inner thighs and then, without warning, pushes one long, thick finger in.

You let out a strangled cry, eyes widening, hands scrambling to hold onto his arms. Fucking hell, that's only one finger. Thick and stretching your hole out in a way that has your walls clenching around him. His eyes never leave your pussy, watching as his finger goes in and out. In and out. Rubbing you inside just right, curling just enough to have you panting helplessly, nails digging into his skin.

"Struggling already? Oh baby, how're you gonna take my cock if you can't even handle one fucking finger, hm?" He taunts, dragging his finger out and pushing it back in, slow and torturous. His thumb ghosts over your clit, but not touching it just yet, refusing to give you that extra bit of pleasure just yet.

Jason's mouth is back on your skin, biting and sucking at your neck, working his way up to your jaw before licking a stripe along the outer edge of your ear. "I don't know. Maybe it's too much for you." He murmurs into your ear, nipping at your lobe teasingly, his movements halting inside of you. You immediately shake your head, letting out a whine in frustration.

"W-wait, no! Don't stop…" He's got you begging already. Not even for his cock. Oh no, he's got you begging for one finger.

His smirk widens, letting out a hum as his finger begins pumping into you again and you gasp softly in relief. "Feel good? You want another one?"

You manage a shaky nod, letting out a small "Mhmm" amongst soft pants. He tuts disapprovingly, slipping out of you to land a small slap against your clit. You squeal, eyes flying open as you reach out to hold onto his wrist, a weak attempt to stop him from swatting at your sensitive clit again.

He doesn't even flinch, looking down at you sternly. "Words sweetheart. Use them. You think you can take another one?"

You weakly glare up at him, cheeks flushing at how much his commanding was affecting you.

"Yes please." You murmur after a beat, pussy clenching around nothing in anticipation.

Jason almost wants to laugh, biting back a snort at how you're suddenly so obedient. "Good girl. So polite. Is this all it takes to finally make you use your fucking manners?"

You then feel his index fully back in you, his middle finger prodding at your entrance, before slowly pushing into you. "Jas- oh fuck!" The stretch fucking burns, and the thought that it's not even his dick making you fall apart like this is almost humiliating if not for the fact that it felt so good.

"Relax," He mockingly soothes, smirk never leaving his face as he watches your expressions flicker between pain and pleasure. "Gotta get you ready f'me. Can't have you breaking in half when I finally sink my dick into this sweet cunt now, can we?"

He takes his fingers almost all the way out, leaving only the very tip inside before thrusting all the way in. Deeper. Faster. The loud schlick, schlick of your pussy filling the room, every curl of his fingers making you clamp down, wetness dripping down both his wrist and your inner thighs. You're almost thankful he ripped your bottoms off you, because they would've been ruined one way or another.

Your hips buck forwards greedily, needing more. His hand on your stomach is quick to push you back into the wall, pinning you in place with a low growl. "Fuck no. You don't get to use me like a toy. You said you could take it. So fucking take what I give you."

You whine, eyes rolling, head falling back with a thud as you feel his fingers around every inch of your walls. "M-more, nghh— fuck I need more Jason!"

His lips twitch in amusement, drinking in every bit of your pleasure. "My poor baby," he drawls. "You wanna cum that bad? Can't even keep your fucking eyes open."

You can only nod desperately, clutching at the sleeves of his shirt when you feel that coil inside you ready to snap, walls fluttering around the fingers still bullying your poor cunt. He groans at the sensation, his free hand sliding up your shirt, under your bra to tweak your nipple at the same moment his thumb presses into your clit, eliciting a sharp cry from you. "Go on then, cum on my fingers." He murmurs, now pulling at your nipple whilst continuing to rub the inside of your pussy and your clit raw.

A strangled moan escapes your lips, whiny and guttural all at once. Your pussy clamps down on his fingers as wave after hot wave crashes over your body, leaving your thighs shaking in a way that has you struggling to hold yourself. He's quick to notice, freeing your nipple from his grasp as he wraps a strong arm around your waist, holding your trembling body against him.

But he doesn't stop.

His thumb is still circling your clit, softer now, but still enough to have you twitching and sobbing from oversensitivity. "J-jay, h-hahhh — I can't, s'too much!" Your hands try to push him off you, but his grip on you is tight, insistent on wringing every last drop out of your pussy.

Jason only bites down on his bottom lip, trying to ignore the way his cock was twitching in his pants as his fingers keep working you through your orgasm. "You're still squeezing them so tight. You're not done yet, sweetheart." He rasps out, pressing his forehead gently against yours. "Thaaat's it. Keep cumming f'me."

He only lets up when your walls relax around his fingers, fluttering weakly. Your eyes are half lidded, tears pricking at the corners with your mouth parted to let out small hiccuped gasps. Slowly, he eases his fingers out of your drooling cunt, wetness dripping down to his wrist as he presses them lightly against his lips. "Messy girl." He mumbles as he sucks off your slick, eyes never leaving yours as he does so. "Shit, you taste so sweet. Gonna have to taste you properly next time."

Your pussy clenches around air at the sight. You're starting to think you might need to start praying for your survival at this rate.

You feel him shift against you, the tent in his pants brushing against you making you shiver. The sound of a zipper has your gaze falling downwards just in time to see him push down his boxers, the weight of his cock heavy against your thigh. Your eyes instantly widen, breath catching in your throat. Holy shit. He's not only long, he's also thick. The tip is flushed an angry red, already dripping pre-cum as he wraps his hand around it, letting out a relieved hiss as he swipes his thumb over his slit.

"That's not…" You gulp, "…that's not gonna fit." You finish off in a whisper, head snapping up to stare up at him.

He gives himself another slow stroke as he looks down at you, white streak of hair falling over his brows. "Sweetheart," he mutters, voice dripped in amusement, "We're gonna make it fit. Didn't you say you could take all of me? Without complaining?"

Well shit. You did say that.

He swipes his cock teasingly up and down in between your folds, smothering yout slick over his length with every move pulling out a groan from him and a breathless whimper from you. He nudges the head against your entrance, pressing inside ever so slightly, stretching you out around the width - enough for it to start stinging - before he pulls back out. Being the tease that he is, he keeps repeating the motion, for what seemed like hours on your end (it was barely a minute). You're panting, pawing at his chest, needing him to fucking put it in.

The desperation must have been obvious on your face because his hand comes up to brush stray strands of hair off your forehead gently, checking in with a soft "You ready?"

God, you've been ready for him. If the way your arousal had dripped all the way down to your knees was any indication.

"Jay I swear if you don't put your dick inside me right n- OH FUCK!" Your threat is interrupted by a squeal when he finally pushes into you, hands going back to their rightful place on his arms.

He snorts quietly, watching you with barely contained amusement. "Relax, that's just the head- fuck look at you. Twitching like you're about to come just from this."

You shake your head desperately, because what the fuck does he mean, 'just the head'? You felt like you were being split open. "It's- oh fuck — too big Jay-" You sniffle, nails leaving red dents on his pale skin as you clutch to him like a lifeline.

His low, sharp laugh cuts you off as his eyes glint almost cruelly. The hand on your head, reaches back to grab a fistful of your hair, tugging so you looked straight up at him. "What did I tell you earlier?" He purrs, pushing himself further into your entrance, eliciting a choked sob from you. "Don't wanna hear you fucking complaining. You said you could take it. So fucking take it like a good little slut."

Despite his harsh words, he eases every inch into you slowly, almost carefully. The stretch of his cock feels almost endless - your walls being forced open wider and wider with every inch. By the time he's almost all the way in, you're crying into his chest, still clutching at his now red arms from the way your nails have been digging and raking at them.

"H-hahh— s'too much-" You can't help but whimper, sniffling as you feel your pussy stretch in ways you didn't even know were possible.

"Always fuckin' whining hm?" He taunts, shoving the rest of him into you with a particularly rough thrust. Your back arches into his chest, eyes flying open as a sound that can only be described as a shriek rips from your throat, tears blurring your vision. You can feel him everywhere. Cock buried inside your warm pussy. Body wrapped around yours, touching you in any and every way he wanted.

Jason clenches his teeth, eyes squeezing shut as he lets out a relieved groan, forehead falling into the crook of your neck. "Fuck meeee. So fucking tight. Took every inch so well." He emphasises his point with a slow, deep grind of his hips into yours, another whimper slipping out of you.

"Didn't I tell you we'd make it fit, sweetheart?"He murmurs into your neck, tilting his head to look down. "You feel that?" He whispers, hand pressing into the rounded bulge of your stomach, "That's me. All the way up here." He sounds almost fascinated and it would be cute if you weren't currently shaking from his cock just entering you. He presses down harder, making sure you really feel him. Your eyes flutter, head falling forward from feeling so full and his grin sharpens.

"Don't you fucking dare pass out on me before I get to ruin this pretty pussy."

You barely hear him, let alone understand what he said. And before you can make sense of his words, he's pulled out halfway, only to thrust back into you mercilessly. You wail, half in pleasure, half in shock, walls spasming and contract in pure need.

Jason grunts, plunging in and out of you, ripping scream after scream from your poor throat, tears streaming down your cheeks. "Aw, my poor baby." He mocks, thumb swiping gently at a tear. "Are you crying? Go on. Cry on this fat cock."

Your legs are shaking. Shaking too much for you to be able to consciously hold yourself up. Jason doesn't even hesitate; he grips your thighs, lifting you up effortlessly, arms locked around your back, your legs dangling over his forearms, all while keeping you stuffed full. You're helpless in his hold, completely at his mercy.

"Oh my god— Jason!" You squeal, hands clawing at his back for purchase.

"I got you sweetheart, just hold on tight." He grits out, muscles flexing as he lifts you up and down on his cock. It's fucking brutal. Each thrust sending a jolt through your body, his grip and pace unrelenting. You couldn't even try to run away.

Your head lolls forward into his bare shoulder, biting down to muffle yet another scream. When did he even take his shirt off?

He lets out an equally feral groan, burying his face into your neck, "Feel so fucking good. Fucking made to take this dick."

"Uh huh, s-sho good—" You babble out, barely able to form any words, just repeating what he was saying back to him. You feel your arousal drip, drip, dripping down your thighs, coating Jason's own skin with every rut.

He's bouncing you on his cock like a fucking ragdoll, hips snapping up into you erratically. He nudges your head back with his own, letting it fall back against the wall, biting down onto your neck with a snarl when he notices your eyes fluttering shut. "Told you not to fucking pass out on me." He pulls you back down so hard this time, you swear you can feel the head of his cock in your fucking lungs. "You better keep those pretty eyes open, y'hear me? Cos I'm not stopping until I cum inside this drooling cunt."

He moves you ever so slightly, so that your legs were now wrapped around his waist, both of his hands grabbing onto your ass to pull you up and down like a ragdoll. You hate how much you love how easily he manhandles you.

"How are you this fucking tight? Squeezing the life out of my dick- fuck me—" He groans, teeth biting down onto whatever area of skin he hasn't marked yet (which wasn't a lot). He's hammering up into you so hard you don't even have the energy to cry out anymore. You're just gasping and sobbing brokenly on his thick fucking cock. For a minute you think this might be how you die.

He doesn't break his rhythm. Not even for one second. He doesn't give you time to breathe, everytime he plows into you, he knocks the air out of your lungs - your entire body is shaking in his hold, coated in a thin layer of sweat and arousal. Your pussy clamps down impossibly tighter around him, and he knows you're close.

So he doesn't relent.

"Shit, you're close aren't you? Can fucking feel it." He says through clenched teeth, sweat dripping down from his hair and onto his chest.

"Nghh— ah fuck. Gonna c-cum!" You don't know how you even managed to string together those words. You feel every muscle in your body tightening, convulsing as you're finally pushed over the edge.

"That's ittt, such a good fucking girl. Cum for me, sweetheart." He punctuates each word with yet another pump of his hips, your body jerking in his hold as you go limp from your orgasm. "Shit, keep going baby. Milk my fucking dry."

You're gasping, crying and panting all at once into his shoulder, feeling as if you've just had the soul sucked out of you. And yet, he doesn't stop. If anything, his grip on you tightens, bouncing you even more ruthlessly on his length. His pace is more frenzied now as he chases his own high. Your cum is dripping out of you, down onto his cock, and down both of your legs.

"So fucking close, I'm about to h-hah— lose my fucking mind" He pants out, rutting up into frantically, almost using you like a toy. "Gonna fill you up. You want it baby? Want my cum filling up that tight little pussy?"

You nod desperately into his shoulder, nails grazing across his back, leaving trails of red as your pussy clenches around him just at the thought of him cumming inside you. "P-please" You all but whimper out.

That one word is all it takes for him to let go. His warm load shoots deep inside you, filling you up to the fucking brim. "Yeah, f-fucking take it." You feel his cock twitch inside you, his forehead pressed into your neck as he huffs, grinding out the last waves of his orgasm, wanting every single drop inside you.

He doesn't let you go, doesn't even pull out - just lifts his head up from your shoulder, gently nudging at your jaw with his nose. "Look at you, fucking brat. All fucked out, sobbing and clinging to me." He mumbles teasingly. You can only let out a huff in response.

"Did so good for me." He whispers, softer this time. "My good girl, hm?"

You've managed to calm your sobs into quiet little hiccups, still overwhelmed by everything. Not only is he still inside you, but he also filled you up with his cum. It's safe to say, you don't think you'll be able to form words at the moment.

He lets out a low chuckle, bringing a hand up to cup the back of your head, holding you to his shoulder, peppering soft soothing kisses along your shoulder.

"Still think I'm small, sweetheart?"

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tugging on the drawstrings of his sweatpants while he moans lowly into your mouth. he shuts the door with one arm while the other holds you up against him. he knows you don’t like to touch communal spaces, no matter how clean your gym may be. so jason holds you up against him, pulling your weight back into him over and over. moving your hips until you’re grinding back against him while his hands on your hips keep you firmly planted there. though he second guesses himself still and he watches you intensely.

“are you sure you’re good ma? we can go home.”

you shake your head vigorously, tugging at the hair on the nape of his neck to bring his mouth closer to yours. “i’m not waiting jay.”

when you fucked like this, it was an out of body experience.

mostly because jason held your weight and his own like no problem and there was nothing to dwell on but how it felt. he places a large palm over your mouth when he guides his length through your soaked folds. dragging it up and teasing before pushing inside like he belonged. he let you moan into his hand and watched your eyes roll back in your skull. he shushes you by your ear.

“i know baby, i know.” groaning out quietly as he prods to fit himself in. “fuck— you’re so tight.”

tears prickling at your eyes already, you shake your head slowly while his hips make slow circling movements. “it’s cause you’re so big.”

jason smiles wide, hips thrusting a little meaner as he watches you try grind back against him, but still not to the hilt yet. “yeah? i’m big? but you like that shit don’t you?”

you’re nodding through the haze of pleasure, nails gripping his back as he continue fucking you through it slowly. not even fully inside, giving half just to pull it away. like being manhandled in the gentlest way possible. his strength unmatched and his body intentional, grinding his hips back into you over and over just feeding a few inches before taking it away. waiting to see you whisper in his ear that you need more, desperation evident.

then he waits until he sees the tears by your eyes start to dissipate before he gives you anymore. feeding another inch inside, his eyes drop to watch him split you open. though even after taking him before this, you weren’t used to his size.

“jay, it’s too much.” you gasp out, the feeling overwhelming. “it won’t fit.” too much and not enough at the same time.

“you’ve done this before ma.” jason tsks, “and said you could handle it. so you can take it hmm?”

his voice deliciously sensual already. you cave immediately. your lip trembles and you nod to let him continue. immediately you moan out loud enough for someone to hear and jason clasps his palm right over your mouth again. but he doesn’t coo you through it, his eyes stay piercing yours while his rhythm picks up and he pushes himself deeper. choking on his own spit at how you felt around him, his hold on you remained tight. he stays buried for a minute to stare at you, watch you catch your breath and adjust to his size.

“can you move please?” you’ll ask breathlessly and he’ll shake his head.

“remember what i said baby. deep breaths.” mimicking what he meant, he watches you. breathing deep and letting it out harshly. when you copy him he smiles. “there you go ma.”

then he shifts his hips again and you lose your train of thought. more intense than it usually is, every movement he makes feels like it drags through you. like you’re pulsating around him and he purposefully continues. but his hands still on your mouth when he realizes that you’re close and he pushes further like he could reach the depths of you. kissing your cervix effortlessly while he turns your head to bite at his shoulder. cause it only felt like the good kind of pain, he’d say.

jason would feel his high approaching and whisper sweet nothings in your ear, reminding you how much he loves you like he wasn’t taking you apart without breaking a sweat, yet. his flush tip with the perfect curve, hitting sweet spots everytime. it was a good idea to make you bite down on something.

groaning into your hair, he lifts you sloppily up and down on him, creating the perfect friction. he almost whines when you clamp around him and whisper that you can’t hold on.

he pants by your ear and his voice is huskier than when he’s not like this. “gonna fuck you so full. take you again when we’re home.”

entirely feral just as you are for him, jason caves and sputters when you wrap your legs around him tighter. he’s just as gone as you and you’re practically begging him to follow through on his words. when you finally let go, that’s when he does too. shooting rope after rope and painting you deep from the inside. like the most beautiful and precious thing he’d ever held, he holds you through it.

his hips with a mind of his own, continuing to thrust up into even when your legs wobble around him. he keeps one arm around your waist, firm and stable while the other rests on the wall to keep him upright as he loses himself completely. still sloppily pushing back into you when you whimper and drop your head against his. that’s when he finally stills and pulls your hair gently, just enough to see your face again.

then he kisses you with all the sweetness the world has to offer. he deepens it as he eases you with both arms now, and keeps your legs around him so you don’t fall. letting lips trail down to your neck to leave gentle bites.

when the door gets knocked on hard, the voice that followed made both of your faces burn. suddenly it occurs to both of you that anyone could’ve heard you. roy’s voice is whisper yelling but you’re sure anyone could’ve heard him with how thin the walls are.

“please stop fucking so i can change outta my trunks. i’m chafing over here.”

as if every part of him had grown, he laid his weight just over you, not crushing but enough that you could feel the difference. his heavy palms pushing your legs over your shoulders, pressing down like he belonged there. his lips trailing over the shell of your ear, praising you for taking him like this. for letting him in so deep. grabbing at your thighs and just pushing them higher and higher. he always loved a mean mating press when he was bulking. and fuck, so did you, mewling when he buried himself to the hilt. scratching at his back when he folded you just right. crying out his name with every movement he made because it was just so damn good.

the first time, he looked at you wide eyed, pulled back a little just to make sure he wasn’t hurting you. repeatedly asking, “is that painful?” and “i’m so sorry sweets, we can stop.”

to which you immediately wrapped your legs around his waist, his stomach slightly poking out and hugging your chest. looking up at him with tears in your eyes, but definitely not because you wanted him to stop, “no! it’s good, it’s really…really good,” biting your bottom lip.

he still looked at you sideways and decided to let you on top, thinking giving you a little more control might be nice. then you straddled him, holding onto his big beefy shoulders, and struggling to take him all inside without his help. you let out sharp involuntary whines. bouncing and squeezing him tightly within your slick walls. he cups your ass and keeps you still.

“baby, are you sure you’re okay?” he asks again, ever the sweet man he was.

you nod again, leaning down in exhaustion and slight humiliation for being unable to handle him on your own.

breathing his name out softly, “it’s perfect, you’re perfect. i just need your help.”

he knows it too, nodding and helping you back onto the mattress. taking his time at first, slowly easing you into it. then when he finally gets you under him again and he realizes that you really couldn’t fit him all on your own, he smiles. he doesn’t just give you that same charming and cheeky smile, but he gives you one reminiscent of the devil that finally gets you to give in to temptation. when he finally sees how much you like him like this, he’s entirely feral.

“fucking love this don’t you?” he groans out, heavy and tender in his thrusts, “you’re so sexy, fuck, i’ll bulk all the time if you like it this much,”

lips attaching to your jaw, kissing and sucking harder than he usually does. one hand kneading your breasts like damn stress balls and you can’t help it, moaning out like a pornstar.

he laughs at your neediness, “feel good sweetheart? feels good when i’m riiight,” dragging his palm up your stomach and touching the spot he repeatedly hits over and over, “here.”

then he’ll manhandle you onto your stomach, pulling you up by your hips and have you arch just right for him. he used the opportunity to slip back inside with ease and drive himself back home. his groans are even more animalistic, panting harder and gripping tight in a way that you knew would leave bruises. but you didn’t care. you couldn’t care less if anything and all he wanted was to make you feel good, repeating what he notices you like.

when he pulls you up so your back is to his chest, you mewl his name and wrap his arm around your neck. he understands it immediately, keeping you in a headlock and fucking into you deeper. watching your face contort into blissful pleasure and moaning with you because all it did was drive him wilder.

it’s too much and not enough at the same time. you have nothing to say, no words to express how he was making you feel. all you could do was claw at his forearms and push back into him, chanting his name like prayer, over and over.

he hisses dirty words just by your ear, leaving open mouthed kisses along the side of your face, “gonna fuck you so dumb, you know that? imma ruin you pretty baby.”

god, you loved bulking season.

just as he started peppering kisses across your hipbones, ready to drag the thin fabric of your panties down your legs, his phone started buzzing aggressively on the nightstand.

"the hell?"

you sighed as he reluctantly sat up, the heat between your legs growing unbearable. dick's voice came through, ragged and out of breath.

"jay, how fast can you get to the manor?"

he looks at the way your eyebrows knit together; either worried or horny, or perhaps both.

"uh," he hesitates. "i'm a bit b-"

"doing your girlfriend doesn't count, kid," dick presses.

your eyes widen, mortified at the thought of his family knowing anything about your sex life.

"we've got a convoy moving military-grade weapons through the narrows. gcpd isn't making it in time."

jason sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"i'll be there in ten."

"jay," you whine before he even cuts the phone off.

"honey, i'll be back as soon as it's over." he presses a kiss to the corner of your mouth before finding your lips. "it'll be fast."

he kisses you again, all slow and deep. he knows it drives you crazy, but he feels like a damn monster, leaving you with flushed cheeks and pouty lips. your lips chase his when he moves to pull away, but his hand finds the curve of your jaw, pulling back to gaze down at you.

"don't look at me like that," you mumble, knee bumping his hip as you chew on the inside of your cheek.

"like what, sweetheart?"

his eyes drop, racking your body once over.

"like you wanna put me through the mattress when you know you can't."

he laughs at that, doubling over upon sliding off the mattress. you want to throw a fit, but the city needs him.

"i'll make sure to come through later, honey." he presses one last kiss to your lips before regrettably slipping out of your shared apartment.

you count the seconds, minutes, until it ascends into an hour. an hour becomes two, and then three.

your core is still slick with the afternoon's rendezvous. your mind shifts to images of him out in the field, sweat-slicked skin glistening as he moves skillfully. your thighs clench when you hear his voice in your head, imagining a few deep grunts falling from his lips as he pins someone to a wall nearby, all big and strong.

all yours.

your hand finds its way between your legs, pressing into your core through the lace of your panties. a soft gasp echoes in the quiet space of your bedroom.

a few taut circles to your clit make your knees bump one another, but you need to work five times as hard to make yourself unravel.

your fingers feel so puny, almost equating to nothing when you think of jason deliciously parting your slick walls with his thick digits. they slide home, pumping at a slow pace.

it feels as though you’re forcing yourself to moan. your back lifts off the mattress just barely when your palm bumps your clit, a pained whimper leaving your lips.

you’ve damn near got your fingers stuffed in your cunt up to your knuckles!

between switching endless positions and sliding a pillow beneath your hips, you just can’t seem to find the spot that jason always reaches with zero effort.

you’d been at it for about an hour, your fingers starting to cramp up and the skin beginning to prune. tears of complete frustration kiss your cheeks, lips swollen and pouty after all of your biting from not being able to reach your high.

you can’t be bothered by the faint clatter coming from the living room. the thud of heavy boots and rustling of tactical gear make jason’s presence known, yet your fingers keep weakly moving between your sore walls.

“honey?” his voice is muffled through the door, but it comes husky, laced with exhaustion.

when he pushes your bedroom door open, though, all tiredness is gone from his being.

you’re truly a sight for sore eyes.

legs parted, shirt hiked up your tummy, exposing the soft curves of your breasts, and a gaze that pleads for him to make you feel good. his name falls from your lips in a broken whimper, more tears bubbling over before you can stop them.

he doesn’t think twice, crossing over to the mattress in two long strides before grabbing your ankles, pulling you to the edge of the bed. your hands immediately find his shoulders as he settles on his knees in front of you.

“i need you, baby,” you babble. “please. i c-i can’t, honey. couldn’t wait. tried making myself feel good, but all i need is you.”

he just watches you, shushing you as he rubs a calloused thumb over your cheek, wiping your stray tears.

“‘s okay, baby, i got you.”

he tuts when he looks down at your puffy folds, all irritated from the incessant assault of your fingers. he blows softly, pressing a chaste kiss to your mound before flattening his tongue across your folds.

“should’ve waited for me, pretty girl,” he coos once your back bows off the mattress, instantly seeking out more of him.

he moves slow enough to soothe the ache, but lets his tongue prod at your dripping entrance every few laps, fucking into you so sweetly. his lips purse just right, sucking on your clit. he switches between each move, working you closer to that edge. he hums against you and a wrecked moan shamelessly rips from your chest.

you prop yourself onto your elbows to watch and your suspicions are confirmed: it’s him.

yes, he makes you feel amazing, brings you pleasure you’ve never experienced before. but the sight of this god-sent man alone is enough for you to finally come undone.

your thighs begin to tremble and he wraps his arms around either leg, keeping you in place to make sure you don’t start running when that coil in your tummy starts tightening.

“jay, mmph—fuck, baby,” you babble. “i’m s-so close.”

the last syllable is plundered by a moan, thighs threatening to clamp around his head. just then, one hand drifts toward your heat, pinching your clit while his tongue coaxes itself between your walls expertly.

"let go, doll," he murmurs, pressing impossibly close to your core.

a desperate whimper rolls from your lips, legs shaking as you finally come undone. he doesn’t let up right away, lapping every last drop of your slick like it gives him life.

“jay,” you whine, feebly pushing at his shoulders before he sits back on his heels.

“never gonna try to get yourself off again, right, princess?”

your stomach flips. you want to smack that shit-eating grin off his beautiful face, but you know that you wouldn’t dare to take matters into your own hands again.

“wouldn’t dream of it, honey.”

you toe at his shoulder, playfully nudging him. he catches your ankle, kissing from the soles of your feet, up your legs, up your torso, before pressing his lips to yours. his tongue slides into your mouth like it belongs there, letting you taste your own arousal.

“now,” he starts, fingers tugging at the latches of his gear. “i think i promised you something pretty big earlier, didn’t i, sweet girl?”

your bottom lip tucks itself between your teeth.

“think i agreed to put you through the mattress or somethin’ like that, right?”

his arms find the backs of your knees, nestling them comfortably in the crooks of his arms. your breath catches as you trace every move carefully. his chest fixes itself against yours, pinning you to the mattress.

he hums.

“i always keep my word, sweetheart.”

he kisses your collarbone and in the next half hour alone, you’d have lost count of how many orgasms he pulled from your body.

“you know i do.”

it isn't some special occasion.

he simply wants to make love to every part of you, your soul. the sacred devotion this early in the morning genuinely rewires your brain.

he's got you wrapped around his finger, and you equally as much. you're both absolutely smitten with each other. but that's right where you want to be. wrapped up in the mess of your limbs, breaths intermingling as your hips lazily rut into one another.

his length prods through the thin fabric of his boxers, catching your clit just right through the flimsy lace of your panties. your hands are firm on his arms, flexing at the feeling of your nails gently sinking into his skin. both of your eyes remain hooded, a particular roll of his hips eliciting a wrecked moan from you.

"jay," his name falls from your lips like a sinful prayer.

it only eggs him on. it makes him want to pursue your pleasure even further, to pull the breathiest of moans from your plush lips, to have you melt into complete putty and quiver beneath him.

so he does just that.

"just relax, honey," he rolls you flat onto your stomach, already pressing hot kisses to the curve of your neck, down your shoulder. "i got you. let me make you feel good, mama."

the graze of his fingers along your backside has your hips recklessly pushing back into him, eager for more. he moves even slower, dragging your panties down your legs at a pace that indicates no urgency.

his breath catches when a string of your arousal follows the crotch of your panties, your folds glistening before his eyes. already so wet, completely prepared to take all of him.

his fingers are heavy between your legs, parting your lips to spread your slick before sinking home. there's no gradual stretch ― just two fingers prying you open like they belong there.

"mm, fuck, baby."

your words are muffled by the fluff of your pillow, hips moving in tandem with each push of his fingers. your thighs briefly squeeze around his wrist, slightly halting his ministrations.

"gotta open up for me, sweet girl," he murmurs, pressing a kiss right beneath your ear. "gonna let me make you feel good, right, sweetheart?"

he lives for this shit. absolutely fiends for the way your walls drip for him, the way they try to swallow up everything that he gives you. you try to nod, hips still wriggling for him to stop talking and just give you more.

he simply laughs at your weak attempt, firmly pressing one hand to the small of your back.

"patience, mama," he hums, fingers slowly starting to massage your gummy walls again. "patience."

quiet whimpers and low whines rip from your throat with each push of his hand. then his digits curl beautifully against that spot that drives you mad.

"oh, fuck― jay," you gasp, one hand reaching back to tug at his wrist.

he tuts, hissing when your nails press dull crescents into his flesh. he doesn't stop his movements.

"damn, ma," a dark chuckle vibrates through his chest. "that good?"

you can hear the smirk in his voice. if this man wasn't so hot, built to perfection, you'd be pissed. instead, it goes straight to your core, walls clenching around his two thick fingers.

drool pools beneath your pouted lips, coating them in that glossy sheen that makes jason's brain short circuit.

"want more, jay," you attempt to catch his eyes through your hooded ones, moaning softly. "please gimme more."

a grumble resounds from deep within. the sight of you so worked up does nothing to quell the ache in his boxers.

he doesn't even pretend to consider it, pulling his fingers out of you with an earnest "sorry, baby."

his boxers are flung across the room in seconds. his cock rests heavy in his palm, head red and leaking. a few quick pumps are all that he can spare before he's pressing himself to your heat, sloppily running his tip through your folds.

the sounds that leave both of your mouths are lewd. you're sure that you're dripping all over the sheets, but you can't bring yourself to care at all. he continues like that for a bit, whimpering when he barely nudges at your entrance.

you prop yourself onto your elbows, head falling between your shoulders as his hips finally push forward. cacophonic moans spill from your mouth, already coming undone. his free hand finds your hip, deliberately feeding every girthy inch to your greedy cunt.

he shushes you, pressing his lips to the flexed muscles of your back and shoulders.

"'m right here, baby," he stills for a moment before filling you to the hilt, ripping the breathiest moan from your chest. "right fuckin' here, mama."

he sets a harrowing pace ― one that makes you feel every inch and every vein, yet has you damn near bawling out for more.

your fingers clutch a pillow against your chest, the fluff collecting your pathetic moans and stray tears. your thighs are quivering already, fighting the urge to just push back and use him however you please.

"so fuckin' big," you weep when his hips smack the plush of your ass.

his hands abandon your hips, slipping his forearms under your frame instead. he's impossibly deep. you swear you can feel him in your lungs at this point.

another desperate cry urges his hips to move faster, eager for more of those pretty sounds to ring in his ear.

"this pussy was made for me," he muses. "you were fuckin' made for me, sweetheart."

your thighs press closer together, heightening the sensation of his cock nestled deep between your walls.

"baby, fuck, i c― i can't take it," you mewl, fingers curling deeper into the fluff beneath your chest.

his hips pick up their pace, slapping your ass with obscene whack, whack, whacks.

"hell, you can't," he spits, chest shoving down on your back. "you were made for this shit, baby, c'mon. take it."

he bites on your shoulder with enough pressure to get you out of your head. a surprised yelp strings into a moan when his fingers find your clit, rubbing tight, fast circles to the sensitive nub.

"c'mon, honey," he pushes. "let go. come for me. make a mess all over me."

he kisses the blunt bite mark forming on your pretty skin.

"lemme see how good daddy makes you feel."

and that does it.

with one high-pitched gasp, you're falling apart, legs violently trembling as his hips continue to snap forward, drawing out the intensity of your orgasm. your arms give out and the side of your face lands on the pillow as though it'll save you.

"gonna let me fill you up like a good girl, right, baby?"

he has the audacity to whimper as if he's the one being fucked to oblivion. nonetheless, you're nodding wildly.

"fill me up, jay," you blubber with closed eyes. "wan' you to come in me."

he grunts at the feeling of your walls pulsing around him, driving him over the edge shortly afterwards. warm spurts of white paint your insides, shamelessly claiming you as his and his only.

he settles against the warmth of your back, your breaths evening out.

"good fuckin' morning," he croons.

he doesn't pull out, just stays sheathed comfortably. you stir softly when his lips flutter across your back again.

"so," his voice comes out completely wrecked. "me calling myself daddy does it for you, huh?"

you half-heartedly swat a hand at him.

"shut up."

he nips at your shoulder playfully, right where he'd bitten you earlier, and a quiet whimper echoes from the plush of your lips.

"yeah, that's what i thought," he grins to himself, entirely too smug.

gotta give the guy some credit.

greenish-grey eyes flicked upwards to meet yours, and the man echoed your name. it sounded heavy on his tongue-- but not with angst; with care. "i'm back already," he grinned, wooden floorboards creaking with age as he stepped closer to the check-out where you remained.

a smile bloomed across your face. "missed me that much?" you questioned, teasing. "it's barely been a week."

jason shrugged noncommittally, hands raising playfully in surrender, though his freckled cheeks tinged a faint shade of red. "y'know you can't keep me away,"

the sound of your laughter combined, and floated its way to the ceiling of your bookstore. it clung to the wooden beams spanning the roof; seeping into the oak, willing itself into the history of the building.

when the laughter died down, you jutted your chin to the side-- motioning the back of your store. "a new shipment of second-hand books just arrived from metropolis; you know where to find 'em,"

jason saluted, "aye, aye captain," before making his way towards his desired items. the man would be kept occupied for a good little while with the boxes upon boxes of books you hadn't bothered to sort through yet; and you smiled quietly to yourself.

it was easy to recall the first time you had met jason; even easier to lose track of when your friendship had blurred into this slow, thumping heart-beat of comfort and familiarity. he came in at the beginning of each week, would purchase a handful of books, and would return the following week to do the same thing. after a few repeated cycles of this, you and him had begun to chit-chat beyond his payments-- and just like that, you had become acquainted with the large, handsome man.

beyond that, though, you didn't know much about him. as his fingers would dust across yours at the register, your eyes would linger on the collection of scars littered across his skin; but you never pushed. you understood that, while you looked forward to jason's arrival at your store like clock-work, the privacy of his life remained his.

the affairs he found himself tangled within outside of the haven you offered to gothamites alike was none of your business; all you could hope was that jason remained safe in whatever trials he thrust himself into.

especially now-- that thought crossed your mind as he approached a mere ten minutes later, with four books in his hands. dropping them on the counter-top, his cheeks dimpled. "i'm shocked i was able to pick only four, that new shipment is loaded with good shit."

you grinned, totaling the sticker-prices of the books into your register. "the four book only policy doesn't apply to you," you whispered, leaning forward ever so slightly, "take as many as you'd like." the scent of his cologne-- something earthy and inviting-- floated its way into your nose. you shivered.

jason's eyes widened softly, a dark eyebrow arching upwards. "willing to bend the rules just for me? i'm flattered," glancing towards jason's face, you wished for nothing more than to burn the image of his grin into your memory permanently.

"yeah, well," your eyes rolled, fingers typing away at your cash register, "you're a returning customer-- and i'm not worried you'll resell my shit for a lower price."

the sound of jason's laugh sounded nothing short of mesmerizing. "shouldn't judge a book by its cover," he said easily, "i'll put you out of business."

it was your turn to laugh softly as you reached beneath the front-desk, grabbing a re-usable bag for jason's books. the man took out his wallet, and dropped a twenty and a ten on the counter. "please," you scoffed, handing him his books, "the only way you'll put me out of business is by buying all of my fuckin' stock."

"that's right," jason agreed, nodding. black wisps of hair fell into his eyes, and he ran a sturdy hand through his locks. "i'll be back before you know it, pretty."

✩✩✩

night howled against the windows of your book-store, and the silence of after-hours was terribly loud. your keys jangled and clanked against your hip as you made your rounds-- making sure all the doors and windows were secured and locked. up and down each aisle you traversed, the smell of homey paper sticking to your skin as if the library was trying to fuse itself to you.

all the books were where they were supposed to be, and every possible place someone could break into was reinforced properly. you sighed, fingers clutching tightly onto the fabric of your leather coat. despite the familiarity and warmth your shop offered during the day-- there was something uncomfortable about it once night fell onto the city of gotham.

chuckling to yourself, you recalled the previous owner of the building nervously mentioning ghosts living within the walls.

how childish, you thought to yourself, unlocking the register to empty its contents, who believes in ghosts anyways? certainly not me--

a loud series of bangs on the back entrance of your store rattled the entire building, and the hairs on the back of your neck stood in urgency.

you remained in place silently, and in shock, for a few moments; save for a small lamp near the front desk, the rest of the lights in your bookstore were off-- who on earth wanted to be let into a seemingly closed bookstore?

when the banging continued, almost growing desperate, you had closed your eyes-- "fuck," you muttered, reaching into a cabinet within the front desk that held a baseball bat.

(living in gotham, you could have never been too careful.)

it took a few falsely-confident steps to make it to the back of your store, and the metal door that was the entrance from the alley-way at its behind. you swallowed, the pounding of someone's fist unrelenting against the cool metal. you considered yelling, alerting the potential threat to your prescence, but figured you'd lose the upper-hand-- so without much thought, you swung open the door, raising the baseball-bat as if to attack the perpetrator-- until exactly who it was startled you.

"red hood?" you gaped, fingers clutching tightly onto the bat as the vigilante's mask glimmered a cherry red underneath the subtle lighting of the moon. you were no stranger to gotham's silent heros; especially not as someone running a small-business that happened to remain open about an hour past dusk. seeing one in-person, much less face-to-face, was daunting; especially since you knew-- or at least, had heard-- what this one was capable of. shit, you thought idly, did he see me j-walk last night?

red hood raised his hands; or, well, one hand-- the other remained glued to his side, and upon further inspection, he seemed to be leaning heavily to the opposite side of his injury. when he spoke, his helmet had muffled his voice-- and the voice changer you assumed he had implemented, crackled and popped. if he had said anything else-- you were certain you would not have been able to distinguish it underneath the fuzz of his helmet's voice changer-- but you immediately recognized that the man was saying your name.

something ran down your spine, and your face contorted into a mixture of fear and confusion. "what the fuck?" you frowned, fingers itching at the wood of your baseball bat.

you soon realized, however, how useless the weapon was-- red hood pushed past you, barely brushing your figure, and into your book-store. you yelped in surprise, twisting your body to watch the vigilante as he traced, without error (as if he was familiar with the store layout), your bathroom. while you couldn't see him from where you stood anymore, you were able to watch light spill onto the wooden floor of your store-- a harsh, fluorescent glow lighting up the small bathroom.

exhaling deeply through your nose, you entered your store again and closed the back entrance to the door tightly-- locking the deadbolts, preventing anyone from entering or exiting. "hey!" you called out hurriedly, making your way towards where red hood was, "i'd appreciate it if you would tell me what the fuck you're doing in my book-store,"

red hood, very clearly, had made himself comfortable in the bathroom; his own jacket had been discarded and sat messily on the floor, and his black compression shirt was pulled up to just underneath his left pec-- a nasty wound, most likely from a knife, seeped blood onto his pants and onto the tiles of the bathroom floor. you heard the man hiss as he pressed a wad of damp paper-towel to the injury, and you cringed away harshly.

"fuck," you winced, a phantom pain shooting directly into the side of your mid-section.

red blurred your vision softly as red hood turned his head towards you. "do you have a first-aid kit?"

without answering, you moved into the tiny bathroom-- opening a cabinet on the wall to pull out exactly what he was looking for. you placed it onto the small counter-top, and popped it open; red hood immediately reaching for thread and a needle.

"hey," you stopped him, grabbing onto his gloved wrist, "there's a walk-in clinic right down the road-- i can drive you there, it'll take like five seconds--"

"no," red hood answered almost immediately, gently tearing his hand from your grip to continue rifling through your first-aid kit.

"no?" you questioned, eyebrows raising. "what do you mean no? you're bleeding out--"

"i'll be fine." he answered shortly, bringing a spool of thread to his mouth to tear a long string with his teeth. "and i came here for a reason," his voice changer crackled as he spoke.

confusion etched its way deeper onto your face. "what?"

red hood sighed, and the glimmer of his mask caught your eye as his head turned towards you; his stare was harsh, despite the fact that you couldn't even see his face. "you were the closest person i could come to," he answered awkwardly, one hand still holding the paper-towel to his wound, "closest person i know."

you opened your mouth to speak, simply baffled by what he meant; but his next actions stole the words right from your throat.

with his free hand, he dropped the medical supplies onto the counter-top, before gripping his helmet and tearing it off of his head; his vision remained glued to the floor as he shook his hair out, recognizable black locks falling onto his forehead.

"jason?" you gaped. "holy shit," you practically laughed-- because what were the odds the person you had seen less than seven hours ago was one of gotham's most well-known vigilantes. the humour in the situation, though, died out quickly-- as you watched his irises examine his wound closer now, slight panic arising in both of your throats.

moving without a second thought, your palms found jason's biceps, leading him to sit on the counter-top. "sit. let me do it," you said quickly, gesturing to the thread and needle.

jason gave a long exhale, resting his body-weight against the counter with little refusal; "you don't need to do this," he argued weakly.

you rolled your eyes, gently prying the paper-towels from his wound; luckily, with some of the blood cleaned up, was less serious than you had first assumed. "i want to."

"you didn't want to before i took the helmet off," jason laughed softly. the movement made him wince.

"that was because i assumed i didn't know you," you murmurred, tongue-sticking out of the corner of your mouth in deep concentration, "i couldn't have been responsible should anything have happened to a stranger. but now that i do know you, why not put the first-aid course i took four years ago to the test?"

though you didn't bother looking up, you could practically feel jason's face scrunching up. "so i'm your guinea pig?"

you offered the slightest of nods.

"i'm fucked."

"hey," you protested, "i patched up a kid with a scraped knee like last week. you're in great hands,"

"not quite the same thing as a minor stab wound, but still reassuring, i guess,"

jason felt you poke into a non-injured section of his torso gently with the needle, only to laugh. something spurred to life within your ribs.

✩✩✩

after about ten minutes of stitching, you finally finished-- tying off the last suture, your fingertips grazed his abdomen. they lingered, as if his body was pulling you in-- like something couldn't keep you from stepping away. jason's breath hitched.

you cleared you throat, reeling your hands back towards your body, remaining medical supplies tossed haphazardly onto the counter. "sorry," you breathed.

jason's hands brushed over the newly bandaged wound, examining carefully, before greenish-grey irises met yours in the small cracked mirror of your tiny bathroom. "don't be." he said simply, holding your gaze.

you had so many questions. they were burning at your throat, clawing at your tongue-- fighting you, willing themselves to be released. but the longer your eyes stayed trained on each-other's within the shitty little mirror, the less they wanted to escape.

it was odd; you had had this idea of jason, in the back of your mind-- every-time he stepped through your bookstore's doors, you wondered what kind of life he led. perhaps he was a teacher, or maybe a fire-fighter, you had day-dreamed once; he seemed like the kind of man that knew the real grit that covered every surface within gotham, and he seemed like the kind of man who wanted to erase it all. you had been right, in a way; because wasn't that what red hood stood for? nonetheless, the vigilante's identity had made your fingers quiver against his skin as you tended to his wound, and you knew jason was pointedly ignoring the tremor in your palms as you patched him up. you considered the fact that, he too, most likely knew it wasn't from who the version of himself he had hidden from you, but rather the one you thought you knew all too well.

the silence that followed wasn't uncomfortable. no, it was charged. the air between the two of you practically vibrated with what was once fear, now morphed into understanding, anxiousness; a yearning of sorts. it wasn't quite fear, but it was not quite relief either. now you had seen jason for what he truly was, and that was a scary thing to have admitted on both of your ends. you swallowed, eyes tracing downwards on jason's form in the mirror-- down the bridge of his nose, down to his lips (where they lingered for longer than what you wanted), and down to his jaw. examining him so closely, you could see the way his pulse jumped in his throat.

your reflection looked back at you—wide-eyed, flushed, and unsteady. naked, in some sort of sense. jason’s gaze dropped from the mirror to you, slow and deliberate, and you realized with a start that he wasn’t the only one feeling bare.

"why did you come here?" you asked, words so quiet on your lips you were certain jason had not heard you. when he answered, something spiked lowly in your gut.

"i told you," jason whispered back, "you were the closest person i trust."

"you trust me?"

"more than i'd like to admit." jason dragged a calloused hand through his hair. a nervous tick. "do you trust me?"

"yes." the answer was immediate, and the lack of hesitation made the corner of jason's eyes crinkle with the slightest hint of amusement.

the sound of his laugh sent sparks up your spine. "you shouldn't."

tilting your head to look at him, one of your eyebrows arched upwards. "you haven't shot me or anything yet, so i think i'm okay,"

jason laughed again. the sound was low, from the back of his throat. shamefully, your cunt throbbed. "you never know,"

"right," you agreed, "i think i'll take that risk."

jason watched your eyes flicker down to his lips, and took that as a sign-- crashing his mouth onto yours, he kissed you like his life depended on it.

there was nothing sweet about it, nothing gentle; nothing like the man jason was when he let his guard down around you, nothing like the man you thought you knew. his hands fumbled clumsily along your body, as if he didn't know what to do with them, until one of them cupped the back of your head and the other found your hip. using his strength, he kept you glued to his body; crooking your head to the side, you deepened the kiss.

jason groaned into your mouth once he felt your tongue drag against the fat of his bottom lip. he opened wider to allow you access into his mouth, and you grinned. it was messy-- spit dribbled down both of your faces, and your fingers had found themselves at jason's scalp-- pulling, tugging, willing him as close to you as he could get. the sounds of your breathing, laboured, shallow-- coupled with the wet noises coming from your kissing was obscene, and it echoed within the tiny bathroom of yours.

you began to suck on jason's tongue, and another pretty noise fell from his throat. using his hips, he shoved you backwards and onto the edge of the counter-top-- your ass digging into it's end. you whined, once you understood what he doing; jason used one of his knees to separate your legs, before he shoved his thigh right between your own.

the heat of your cunt, even through your jeans, was embarrassing. having jason's leg pushed up against your pussy, barely moving, barely giving you what you wanted-- he broke the kiss, voice raw and lips plump. "'s this okay?" he asked.

to his surprise, you laughed. "if it wasn't, i would have slapped you like.. five minutes ago,"

the man shrugged, bringing one of his hands to the side of your cheek-- his thumb idly playing with your bottom lip. "i was just making sure," he swallowed, "i didn't know if you wanted this."

"i mean," you started, eyes locking on the way his thumb lingered near the entrance of your mouth, "i would have preferred it if it didn't happen because you were stabbed."

jason nodded, corners of his mouth lifting upwards in the ghost of a smile, although there was little humor in his voice as he spoke, "me too."

"yeah?" you asked, voice teasing.

jason's voice was not teasing. "yeah."

something in your gut swirled, and you couldn't help but grind your hips-- your aching cunt-- down onto jason's thigh. he hummed, content at your action, finally shoving his thumb past your lips and into your mouth. he felt your tongue swirl around the pad of his thumb, lazily sucking as if you just needed something inside of your mouth.

when he spoke again, jason's voice had gone impossibly low. "i've always thought you were so gorgeous," jason began, "always thought you were way too pretty and too smart to be running a cute lil' shop like this, in this fuckin' city,"

without much thought, you nodded at his words-- the feeling of the seam of your jeans rubbing against his flexed thigh and knee, and onto your clit, far too intoxicating.

"i've been wanting to ask you out for forever, but every-time, i chickened out," he confessed, pushing his thumb deeper into your mouth, "that's it baby, grind that pussy onto my leg-- jus' like that,"

the sweetness of his confession combined with the filth of his praise made you moan around his digit-- hips quickening along his leg.

"i've thought about taking you out, maybe to see a nice lil' movie. maybe then-- oh, i know, feel's good, huh?-- maybe then we'd get dinner, there's a real nice place near china town i think you'd like,"

jason's words were becoming mush within your mind; nonetheless, they spurred you on, your clit pulsing and pussy sopping beneath the fabric of your ruined jeans and panties.

"then," he started, leaning forward to pepper kisses along your jaw, leading all the way to the shell of your ear, "then i'd take you home, and i'd make love to you so good, you'd never be able to fuck anyone else."

you moaned whorishly at his words, spit dribbling down your chin as his thigh brushed against your cunt again and again and again-- pleasure becoming all-consuming, and lust fogging every rational thought in your mind. "jason," you gasped out, words muffled by the man's thumb still in your mouth, "please." you begged.

"please what, sweetheart?" he questioned, pulling his finger from your mouth to let you speak, "tell me what you want."

all that consumed your mind was jason-- so that's exactly what you said. "you," you exasperated, fingers digging into his shoulders, "please i need you."

"mm," the sound of jason humming vibrated against your skin, his lips searing marks down your throat all the way to your collarbone. "keep begging, pretty girl. maybe then i'll give you what you want,"

grinding your cunt back and forth on his leg, your eyes welled up with tears of frustration; god, you needed him so badly. "jay," it fell from your lips in a gasp as jason began sucking harshly on your pulse-point, "please. please, anything you give me i- i'll take it, your fingers, your mouth, your dick--"

"m'giving you my thigh to grind on right now," you felt him smile against your skin, "isn't that enough?"

"more," you practically sobbed, other incoherent words flying from your throat at an embarrassing rate. back and forth and back again, humping jason's leg like a dog in heat. "please, jason."

pulling off of your neck with a pop, jason's lips glistened with saliva; the way he ran his tongue against the plump fat of his bottom lip, you'd think he was still able to taste you. "alright," he conceded finally, hooking two fingers into the waistband of your jeans to shrug them down your hips. when they had fallen to the floor, the man wasted no time in holding you tightly by the waist and propping you up onto the counter-top. the granite was cold against your bare bottom; you shivered.

before you could question what he was going to do next, jason sunk to his knees. it was tender, the way he studied the ruined fabric of your panties-- now on display right in front of his face. soft irises flicked upwards to meet yours, and your cunt throbbed with need. "please." jason paid your final plea no mind, lips connected to the plush of your thighs with a mission.

he kissed and he sucked and his bit-- teeth sinking into your leg just enough to make you moan, but not enough to hurt. darting his tongue outwards to soothe the blooming mark along your skin, he'd brush forward-- closer to your pussy-- to leave another violent hickey.

you began to squirm on the counter-top; hips involuntarily bucking towards jason's face-- seeking out any pleasure you could find. it was pathetic-- and if you hadn't been so drunk on fore-play, perhaps you would have cared about being so desperate in front of the man you liked. but the way your pussy was leaking down onto the granite, and the way your nipples had stiffened despite no attention being allotted to either of them-- you didn't give a fuck.

"patience," jason murmured, sucking deeply on your left thigh.

"i don't have much of it left."

at your snarky remark, jason's teeth bit into you-- the tiniest bit harder than his previous nips. you yelped, and he smiled against your skin.

opening your mouth to say something-- maybe beg, maybe cry, maybe snap-- jason cut you off when he reached two large hands forwards to grasp the edges of your panties. you face scrunched up, as if to say why not just pull them to the side? before a loud rip bounced off the walls of your bathroom.

within jason's hands-- the remains of your panties looked measley and useless; torn into two, jason tossed them onto the floor haphazardly.

"hey!" you gasped.

jason shrugged. "what? did you want me to keep them on you? not give you what you want?"

your face flushed, heat crawling up your neck. "well no,"

"exactly." jason leaned forward, lips pursing, and blew a cold gust of air onto your clit.

you couldn't fight the loud whine that escaped you at his actions, and jason's laugh rumbled deeply; his eyes danced upwards to your face again, and he made no effort to break the eye-contact as he pressed his mouth to your cunt.

the man licked a long stripe, flattening his tongue along your folds, slowly from your hole to your clit. you moaned, back arching away from the counter. 'jason!" you cried, fists clenching at the edge of the counter-top as he repeated his actions at a faster pace.

he moaned in response, reveling in the taste of you on his tongue, before his lips latched onto your clit. he sucked and sucked and sucked-- the sensation maddening. "i know," he cooed against your pussy, "you taste as good as you feel, baby,"

his tongue was unrelenting against your cunt-- jason lapping at your slick like a starved man. when he tilted his head downwards to lick and prod at your entrance-- the bridge of his nose brushed against your clit, and your hips stuttered along his face. "oh, jay," you moaned, body running hot at his actions.

jason's hands left your hips momentarily, reaching closer to your thighs-- only to hike them along his shoulders and back, inadvertently driving your cunt closer to his face. at the newfound angle, you both moaned in sync.

"god--" your breath hitched, "deeper, jason, c'mon,"

jason wasted no time in listening to your orders-- sticking his tongue past your sopping hole to tongue-fuck you with vigor. in and out and in again, his tongue practically curled and massaged your insides.

the man only pulled back for a second, to spit onto your aching cunt, before diving right back in. his tongue flattened against your folds again, his hands finding your hips. "this feel good, baby?" he asked.

you nodded, sweat beading at your temple.

jason's movements ceased, though his tongue remained connected to your pussy. "then fuck yourself on my tongue-- make yourself feel good, sweetheart,"

jason did not have to tell you twice-- your hips immediately began rocking along the man's appendage, the friction causing your lower stomach to coil with pressure.

you were, shamefully, lifting yourself off of the counter to grind against the vigilante's face now-- your own contorted and washed over by a myriad of pleasure and ecstasy. "jay," you moaned loudly, "please, i wanna cum,"

at your confession, jason's movements restarted again-- this time, with a renewed sense of purpose. he moaned into your cunt, vibrations only adding to the ever-growing sensation of your orgasm within your lower belly. "yeah?" he asked, voice muffled by your pussy.

"m-mhm!"

two of jason's fingers poked at your hole as his mouth re-attached to your clit-- and sunk in with ease. "shit, baby," he peeled himself off of you to mumble, "so fuckin' soaked for me-- this pussy's squeezing my fingers so good,"

you nodded, before your head lolled backwards as jason began sucking on your clit, his fingers curling and uncurling against your g-spot rapidly. there was no rhythm, no pattern; just jason chasing your orgasm as if it was his own.

the sound of your pussy squelching around his fingers was nothing short of obscene; your bathroom mirror was fogging up, and you hips tilted to meet the thrusts of jason's hand within you. greenish-grey irises blinked upwards to meet your own, and the intimacy your eye-contact sent you over the edge.

"jason," you gasped, jaw going slack, "m'cumming,"

jason smiled against your pussy, tongue and fingers working in tandem to keep you riding the high of your orgasm-- even as it dripped down his wrist and his chin.

your cunt pulsed and throbbed and squeezed like there was no tomorrow-- hips stuttering and shaking along jason's face, legs wrapping around his head in an effort to shut.

"i know," he praised, voice warm and low, dripping with arousal, as he continued to drag out your orgasm. "bet you feel so good, this wet fuckin' pussy painting my face," he whispered, delivering a final lick to your cunt, looong and slow, before he pulled away. "don't you, pretty?"

you nodded, chest heaving greatly. the aftershocks of your orgasm rocked your core, sending shivers from the tip of your spine all the way to your toes.

you couldn't remember the last time a man made you cum that hard. you can't remember the last time you made yourself cum that hard.

"well," he said, standing, "imagine how good my dick will feel."

you whined softly, bracing your hands along jason's chest when he finally stood in-between your legs. leaning forward, you connected your lips. the taste of your cunt on his lips was intoxicating.

lazily, jason kissed you back-- your tongues hadn't hesitated to be stuck down each other's throats, and your nails dragged down jason's torso. only when your fingertips met the bandages you had put on his wound earlier, did you stop.

"oh," you said lightly, "maybe we shouldn't; i don't want you to get even more hurt--"

jason cut you off with a roll of his eyes, his lips dancing across the bottom half of your face with ease. "baby," he mumbled between kisses, "a little cut won't stop me from makin' you feel good,"

"a little cut?" you laughed, slightly in shock. "you were stabbed."

"and? i'm a grown man, i can handle it."

his palms found your waist again, picking you up only to lower you onto the floor. when your feet met the tiles of the bathroom, he spun you around so you were facing the mirror. "don't come crawlin' back to me when your stitches are fucked, then, 'cause i won't redo them."

jason chuckled against your neck, his breath warm as you heard his belt buckle come un-done. "liar," he whispered. something flipped within your core. "we both know that if it'll end with me paying this," he reached a hand forward and around, to give your bare cunt several taps, "pretty pussy any attention, you won't say shit."

...

you hated that he was right. especially now knowing he could give you an orgasm that made you see god.

you rolled your eyes, your silence saying everything you couldn't. jason laughed again, before reaching into his boxers to pull out his throbbing cock.

"you made me so hard," he whispered along the shell of your ear. "see?"

his question, though, was not meant for you to literally see-- no, at his words, jason pressed his aching dick to your cunt, grinding his length along your folds at an infuriatingly slow pace.

you moaned. couldn't help it-- not at the sensation of every vein, every ridge, every bump along his cock skating over your pussy. "yeah," you nodded, bottom lip getting caught in between your teeth, "put it in me."

jason stilled for a moment at your words, before one of his hands flew from you hip and to the back of your neck-- pressing you firmly onto the counter-top. your torso was flush to the granite, and jason successfully had you bent. "i thought we established that you could beg better than that," his voice was low. serious. "with some manners."

shame flooded your system-- but the sensation of your pussy practically drooling onto jason's cock was far too enamouring for you to ignore. "please," you exhaled, "please, baby, put your cock in me-- i need it so badly,"

"that's better," jason hummed, beginning to grind his tip against your clit again. the sound of a low moan from the back of his throat fell onto your ears, and instinctively, you arched backwards and into the man.

"jay, please," you sobbed. jason's hand had travelled from the back of your neck to your head-- keeping you pressed securely to the counter-top. your irises met his, and your entire body tingled with need.

"please what? say what you want." he mocked, hips slowing as he continued to grind against your weeping pussy.

"please--!" you were growing desperate beyond coherent words. "please, jason, please just fuck me."

in the mirror, you watched jason grin. his cheeks dimpled and your stomach flipped. "atta girl," he lined himself up with your hole with ease, before slooowly pressing into you.

you both moaned as his cock began to fill you out-- inch by inch, the further he moved within your pussy, the more you both became drunk on one another.

your jaw had gone slack against the counter, cheek pressed to the cool surface by jason's sturdy hand as he finally bottomed out inside of you. his balls gently rocked against your clit, and he held you there-- unmoving, save for the occasional twitch of his cock.

"holy shit," he breathed out your name heavily, voice coated in a seductive euphoria. "you feel-- god, you feel like you were made for me,"

you whined at his words, arousal dripping onto his length crudely as the visceral need for jason to move enveloped you. "mhm," you hummed dumbly, "made for this fat fuckin' cock,"

the man moaned at your words, hips finally beginning to pace against your ass. it was steady, after a few thrusts-- his cock stretching your pussy out.

"yes," you cried, hands bracing the edge of the counter-top as his tip began to abuse your g-spot. "feels s'good, jay,"

"oh, i know, princess," he gasped, each plap, plap, plap! of his hips meeting your ass becoming more obscene than the last. your cunt pulsed as it surrounded his cock, sucking him in-- holding him, keeping you both impossibly close.

jason grunted and moaned loudly, in tandem with your cries of pleasure, and it spurred you on. without thinking, you began to back yourself up onto him-- meeting each thrust with a bounce of your ass on his cock.

to your surprise, jason's hand snaked its way between your throat and the counter, choking gently, before he yanked you upwards. his thrusts didn't stop-- in fact, his pace only quickened, cock moving in and out and in again at a brutal pace. "no," he said sharply, forcing your jaw upwards to make you look at him through the mirror's reflection, "let me do it. let me fuck you how i want, how you deserve to be fucked,"

your pussy was dripping-- soaking jason's cock as you observed in the mirror (through clouded, tear filled eyes), as he fucked you.

"see?" he questioned, grasp tightening ever so slightly around your throat, "such a good girl when you let me fuck you like this-- when you watch yourself take this cock,"

"yes, jay," you moaned, hands still gripping the counter. every single syllable that fell from his mouth went straight to your pussy, which fluttered whorishly around jason's dick as if it was the only thing it needed.

you had said other things, too; you babbled mindlessly as his dick drove in and out of you, punishing your aching and needy pussy. your feet kicked upwards as jason pushed your hips along the counter's edge, the weight of his hips slamming into your ass keeping you folded.

"haah," he moaned, grinding his cock impossibly deeper into your cunt. "shoulda done this sooner," he said, "shoulda stuffed this pretty little pussy so deep such a long time ago, i've been needin' it so bad,"

his words went straight to your cunt, and it squelched loudly around him in response. wordlessly, you were begging for more.

"oh, what's that? you been-- shiit-- needing it too, sweet girl?" he questioned, cock pistoning your pussy passionately.

"yes--! yes, yesyesyes, i needed this so badly," you agree, far too cock-drunk on the man to say anything else. your toes and fingertips tingled, pleasure bleeding into every sensation you had.

"now you've got it, s'okay, i'll take-- fuck-- i'll take care of you," jason tried his best, really, to keep his sentences together-- but the way your cunt was strangling his cock was starting to get the better of him.

his thrusts grew erratic-- out of time, sloppy-- as he bit down onto your shoulder, eyes still on yours in the mirror.

"i'm goin' to cum," you announced, his teeth sinking into your body only spurring on your second orgasm of the night. "i-- oh god, jason, i'm not going to be able to hold it--"

"then don't," he breathed out, his hand leaving your throat to travel to your clothed chest. despite the fabric of your shirt, jason still groped and molded your tits; he moaned into your neck, giving your right breast a hearty squeeze. "cum all over this fuckin' cock, baby,"

at his words, you obeyed. the corners of your vision went spotty as you head tilted backwards onto jason's shoulder-- your orgasm causing your entire body to twitch. your legs vibrated, and cunt spasmed along jason's dick-- to which you felt him throb inside of you in response.

"c-can i fill you up? inside?" he asked suddenly, thrusts impossibly random as he chased his own orgasm.

you were nodding your head before you could even think about it-- your pussy still beating intensely at his actions, clit pulsating and dripping with need. "holy shit-- yeah, jay, cum inside me,"

jason groaned again-- teeth biting into your shoulder and remaining there as he started to cum. hot, thick ropes, spurting into your pussy-- being stuffed deeper and deeper and deeper with every half-thrust that followed. the moans of the man seeped into your skin, jason drooling all over your body as he continued to pump himself deep inside of your womb.

the sensation of his cock inside you quickly became overstimulating-- but there wasn't anything you could do except moan as jason continued to fuck into you. "jay--!"

"fuck-- i know, sweet girl, i just-- haah-- just let me milk every last drop," and you were certain, as well, that jason was becoming overwhelmed in your pussy as well; hisses followed his moans now, and only when hot tears streamed down your cheeks, did jason pull out. you fell forward and onto the counter-top, the cold surface a harsh contrast to the heat that radiated off of both of your bodies in waves.

jason's body bent in half as he copied you-- except his chest was flush to your back. sweat dripped from his hairline and temple, and you felt a sloppy, warm kiss being pressed to the nape of your neck.

"mm," he hummed, eyes fluttering shut.

you mirrored him, the fluorescent lighting of your bookstore’s bathroom suddenly far too harsh against everything you were feeling. “jason?”

he grunted in response, the sound low and amused at the croak in your voice.

“if you liked me, you could’ve just said so,” you muttered. “no need to get yourself stabbed over it.”

his laughter vibrated softly against your skin. “you think I got stabbed because I couldn’t figure out how to confess to you?”

“the last book you bought from me was Romeo and Juliet,” you reminded him.

that earned a louder laugh, though he offered no defense. the sound was warm, almost boyish — and for a moment, it made you forget the blood still drying on his ribs; made you forget that his cum was seeping out of you.

“hey,” he murmured after a pause, “at least I didn’t die for it. been there, done that. wouldn’t recommend.”

you frowned, half-confused, half-concerned — but before you could ask, he leaned in, the smell of gunpowder and cologne and something entirely him pressing close.

“Thus with a kiss…” he whispered against your forehead, his lips ghosting over your skin, “I will not die again.”

for a heartbeat, neither of you moved. the line hung between you — tragic words rewritten into something fragile and defiant, something that belonged to him. to you.

and as his breath lingered against your temple, you realized there was far more to jason todd than the man who haunted your bookstore shelves. there was a story still being written — and somehow, you’d just found yourself in the middle of it.

PLUVOiA 25’ ® - masterlist

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you practically barrelled through the doors of the batcave under dicks arm, wasting zero time in taking your tactical gear off and heaving into the air, out of breath and sweating through every layer you had on.

damian, who'd been out with jason on patrol at the other end of the city came in through the in-manor entrance, smoothie in had with a scowl of disgust on his face.

"you look awful." he muttered, eyeing you as dick set you on a table in the med bay.

you merely growled under your breath, too overwhelmed to give what would've been a typical response.

dick glared at his youngest brother, helping you get down to the tank and protective shorts you wore under your suit.

"helpful. can you get tim, please?" he urged, waving around the room at damian while he took a slow, deliberate sip of his smoothie.

you were gonna kill him. as soon as you stopped feeling like you were on your own deathbed.

before damian could respond, you latched a hand onto dick's arm and stared at him through your lashes with a weak look.

"i need to throw up" you tried, and his face flushed, rushing to get the garbage can to you before you took a star out of your hair and threw it at him, you accuracy still good enough to land right in front of his feet.

"no.. bathroom, i need-" you paused, head spinning momentarily from the heat that seemingly came right from your bones.

"need to make myself puke. get it out" you mumbled, trying to ease yourself off the table and missing the edge entirely with your hand.

dick rushed to keep you in place, forcing you to sit back, deeply considering latching the wrist restraints.

"nothing ivy would've done to you is coming out from puking it up, we need to figure out what it is first" he grabbed your hand, trying to get you to make eye contact.

finally, he had realized that damian hadn't moved.

"i told you to go get tim!" he stressed, and damian crossed his arms with a low scowl.

"he's still in chinatown stopping a hostage robbery with father. they wont return for some time." he stated, setting his drink down.

"great! so there are no adults around-" you started, groaning in pain when a flash of heat settled deep in your stomach, your legs tensing and your chest falling to your knees in agony.

dick wanted to take that to heart, but he really didn't have time, so he settled for a pinch of his nose and a shake of his head.

"we need a blood sample, go get the vials." he directed, a small smirk on damian's face when your head whipped up.

"no, no! absolutely not, last time he drew my blood he took extra to do some freak testing on me-" you shouted, shaking your head rapidly and gripping onto dick's arm.

he took a deep breath through his nose, waving damian towards the med supplied regardless, trying to soothe you with a hand on your knee. " he promises not to do that again. we need to test you, sweetheart."

you groaned in response, glaring towards the boy when he came back gloved and with vials and alcohol wipes, begrudgingly holding your arm out for him.

he smiled sarcastically, face immediately dropping as he wiped the alcohol pad along the inside of your elbow and gripped above it, giving you a quick look to make sure you were ready as he slid the needle into your vein.

jason came into the cave just as damian pulled the needle back out of you, two fingers on your skin to keep pressure on the site so you didn't get blood all over the place

"jesus. you look like shit." he mused, your head slowly lifting to make eye contact with him. if looks could kill.

he trotted over as damian left with the sample, gripping your jaw in his fingers to assess you.

dilated pupils, dripping sweat, flushed on every inch of exposed skin, breathing like you'd just run a marathon, and mouth dry like you were dying of thirst.

"what happened to her?" he asked, shooting a glare to dick as if it was his fault.

he only sighed, jaw tensing. "i was getting down from the fire escape while she was fighting ivy. she grabbed her by the throat and fucking kissed her" he explained. gesturing at your disheveled form and the light fingerprints against your neck

"so you were doing fuckin' somersaults off a building while your patrol partner got eco roofied. great going, dickhead." he gruffed out, rolling his eyes.

that spiralled into an argument, like it always does, and so they were both too busy to notice you oggling jason.

he was still dripping water from his shower, hair damp and messy. he was shirtless and only in a pair of loose shorts that hung so low on his hips you could feel your mouth watering at his happy trail leading into the waistband.

and it was jason, so, no matter how loose the short, they still found a way to cling to the muscles of his thighs.

you only snapped out of it when damian peaked around the corner looking utterly grossed out, and called for his brothers.

jason huffed, spiwing under your jaw affectionately with one finger before turning to damian. "we'll be right back, princess." was all you heard before all three of them left your line of sight.

damian cleared his throat as they all approached the computer, bringing up the results from your blood sample on the screen. jasons lips parted in realization when he read the words.

unbearable levels of maca root. like, so high he was shocked you stayed upright long enough to have your blood taken.

dick didn't seem to get what it was, so damian moved over to the page he'd pulled up on the plant, allowing him to read.

a plant used to boost libido and energy. at this dose, with dizzying blood pressure changes, headaches and stomach pain. accompany that with ivy's tantalizing pheromone production, and you had a concoction that could send your heart into dysfunction.

damian cleared his throat once more, standing square in front of jason and dick with an uncomfortable scowl.

"this seems like an issue best handled by.. one of you two. i will see myself out." he nodded, cheeks a little flushed, before walking out of the cave and off into the manor to put on some headphones and the loudest music he could tolerate.

the remaining brothers stared at each other, dumbfounded and unable to come to any ideas on what to say to you.

"maybe we could bring her to the bar, or something? one night stand type deal?" dick suggested, and jason raised an eyebrow at him like he was a moron.

"she looks like a fucking tweaker off cherry hill, dick. nobody's tapping that." he whisper-shouted, moving an arm out towards the med bay, to the bed you were no longer on.

they both twisted their heads to the side, letting out a synched "shit." at the realization that you'd moved.

they both scattered to the room, only to find you curled up in a corner, face pressed to the cool metal of the supply locker. you only backed in further when they approached you, dick kneeling at your side while jason stood awkwardly with his arms crossed.

"we found out whats wrong.." dick started, and your eyes lit up with hope for a moment before you took in their expressions. jason scratched the back of his neck, staring at the ground. dick refused to make eye contact.

"okay... what is it?" you asked, voice weak from exhaustion even though there was this lighting coursing through you that you couldn't even begin to explain

jason looked up first, sighing. "it's a very, very strong aphrodisiac. meant to make you uncomfortably and insatiably needy until, well... someone fixes it." he explained, sniffling casually after in an attempt to pretend this was a regular conversation.

dick continued. "you could theoretically wait it out... a cold room and a lot of water, we'd keep track of your blood pressure and run you an iv, just to be safe, but-" he paused, clearing his throat

"but there's no telling how long it'll take get better. so it's easier if i just get laid." you finished the sentence for him, and he nodded slightly, pursing his lips together.

you hid your face in your hands, a tear leaking from your inner corner and sliding down your cheek.

"i'm in too much pain to wait it out, dick, i can't-"

"it's alright," jason interrupted you.

"if you've got someone you can call, or if-" he licked his lips. "if you want one of us to help, we can." he nodded, stoic, like this was a mission he had to complete and not the question of if one of your co-workers, friends, was gonna have to fuck you tonight.

"i don't have anyone." you whispered, a little embarrassed.

you took a minute to think, long enough to the point both boys thought you might be trying to save their ego.

"listen, ma. you and dick are close, you'll be comfortable with h-"

"no." you shook your head, interrupting with the loudest tone you'd mustered all night.

dick's eyebrows shot up a little, and jason's jaw tensed awkwardly.

"no?" he tried, shifting his weight onto one leg before kneeling onto it, cupping your face.

you looked at dick, a small smirk tugging at his lips. and when you felt better, you'd slap his smug fucking face for choosing now as the time to give you the 'i knew it!' look in front of the boy you'd been crushing on since you were seventeen.

but then you looked at jason, and your flush of embarrassment melted into more need, more than you already had, which was already more than you could handle.

"please, jay." you tried, grabbing his wrist where it was below your jaw.

he gazed over to dick quickly, but nodded at you. "of course, princess. i got you." he reassured, and dick stood.

"i'll warn tim and bruce not to come in through the cave entrance." he nodded, walking off.

jason licked his lips, getting you to look him in the eye again.

“you’re sure, yeah? this feels- i don’t want to take advantage of you, ma. you’re feeling a lot of shit right now” he furrowed his eyebrows, eyes soft on yours to try and get an honest answer out of you.

“jay, please,” you tried, reaching out for his face.

the last thing you wanted on top of the embarrassment of him seeing you like this was to have to admit how badly you wanted him- drugged or not, while you were a weeping mess.

he nodded stiffly, sitting down next to you and guiding you into his lap, dry, calloused hands carding through your sweat-damp hair before he pressed his lips to yours.

you sobbed into his mouth. relief washing over you just barely at the contact, but enough to subside the delirium inducing nausea.

you tried to push your face closer to his, but he gripped the bottom of your skull softly, keeping you in place.

his tongue prodded between your lips, and you swore you felt your body cool down 5 degrees. he hummed into you, tongue swiping the back of your teeth in a way that made your legs squeeze together in his lap.

you reached for one of his wrists, weakly guiding his hand to your thighs, pulling back from his kisses to give him a pleading look.

“you tell me if you want me to stop, yeah?” he squeezed your thigh, and you nodded desperately, parting your legs for him when he tapped the side of your leg.

he cupped your mound through your shorts, lips getting back to work down your jaw, to your neck. he nipped and licked at the exposed skin, moaning against you at the salty taste of your sweat.

one arm linked around your waist, pulling you up off his lap slightly so the other could tug your shorts down, leaving you in a dainty pair of cotton underwear, soaked through and sticking uncomfortably to your already oversensitive skin.

his kisses and bites only subsided when he slid his hand down the front of them, middle finger finding your clit with practiced ease.

he rubbed light circles, fighting the smile that tugged at the corners of his mouth when you whined and your legs immediately clamped around his forearm.

“relax, princess. open up f’me” he murmured into your hairline, gaze piercing down to where your panties had shifted to the side.

you were glistening, the insides of your thighs stained with your own arousal, your folds puffy, and your clit so swollen every touch made you want to jolt.

“this okay?” he asked, eyes lifting to your face again for a brief moment to make sure you were okay.

you nodded eagerly, and jason nodded slowly with you, maintaining eye contact when you looked up at him to express your honesty.

your lips parted when he slid a finger down to collect some of the building moisture, using it as slip against your nub.

“there we go, sweetheart. that’s it” he cooed, kissing the corner of your mouth when your eyebrows furrowed and you gasped.

your hand reached for his forearm, scratching lightly at it to keep it in place, the stimulation distracting you from the heat in your bones.

“more” you cried, curling your head into the crook of his neck to hide the desperation, like it would help.

he hummed in response, pressing quick kisses to your forehead as he shifted his hand, middle and ring finger pushing into you gently while his thumb replaced the attention on your clit.

you moaned into his skin, nails out and digging into the skin of his wrist when he curled his fingers upwards and brushed your walls.

“jay- nh, jason” you tried, gripping his forearm tighter while he shushed you.

“i got you, baby, it’s okay.” he purred, biting his lip to keep from groaning when your slick started to stain the palm of his hand.

he used his free hand to grip your jaw, forcing your head up to smash his lips into yours once more, your cries muffled into his mouth while tears caught on your inner corners.

your thighs started to close in again, trembling softly while you neared your peak.

“haah, jay-“ you tried, babbling into his mouth, spit smearing against it.

“i know, princess. i know. ive got you” he reassured, gruff voice taking such a soft tone you felt your heart throb in your chest.

you buried your face back into his skin, teeth baring and digging into the muscle of his shoulder when you reached your peak, muffled sobs echoing in the space between your bodies, his fingers slowing to a stop as he worked you down from your high.

“there we go, baby. better?” he hummed, not giving you any time to answer before he slid his fingers between his lips to lick them clean.

your eyes blew wide at the sight. “mhm, better, jay. but i-“ you whimpered, trying to get the point across without directly telling him.

“you need more, ma. i know. had to work you open for me, yeah?” he cooed, cradling your face to press a quick kiss to your lips, then the tip of your nose.

you furrowed your eyebrows, and he couldn’t hide his grin.

he adjusted your thighs so they wrapped around his waist, picking you up and placing you back on the med table.

“what? nobody ever get you ready before? what kind of losers have you been letting have you like this, huh?” he asked. it was almost mocking, and you gasped into the side of his hand, the tone making a new pool of need drip into your underwear

you only shook your head in response, not bothering to answer the second question- he’d already answered it. they were losers. ones you were using to try and get over him, at that.

“don’t tell me.. nobody’s ever tasted this perfect cunt before, hm? they thought they were above that? just fucked you like a sleeve?” he licked his lips. your thigh twitched around his waist.

you didn’t respond. you gaped at him.

“you know, i saw you come home from dates. heard you tell dick how bad they were. saw how tense you were all the damn time” his eyes raked down your body. he lifted your shirt up over your tits and smirked softly.

you only moaned at the cool air on your nipples, eyes boring into his, begging him to do something.

“it didn’t take much to figure out that nobody had ever fucked you how you deserve.” he sighed, almost a little angry at the fact that nobody had cherished you like he wanted to. that you were stuck with selfish fucks and fake orgasms.

“but that’s okay…” he cooed, head moving down to let his mouth latch onto your chest, tongue lapping at your nipple.

he moved his head slowly up your neck, nipping behind your ear before pulling your body closer, straining hard on pressing right into your inner thigh.

“cause i’m gonna ruin you for anyone else. and i will gladly be the first to show you what it feels like to be taken care of properly” he mumbled, lips planting themselves on your cheek before he stared you down like prey.

“jay-“ you cried, so desperate for him to turn his words to reality.

he was quick to move back, ridding of his shorts, cock immediately springing up and slapping his lower tummy, a groan slipping from his lips.

you leaned back on your elbows, gaze transfixed on him.

pink and weeping at the tip. a generous length you could handle, but with a girth that you worried would break you open. one vein down the bottom that throbbed when this small, needy sound came from the back of your throat unwarranted.

without even registering your movement, you sat back up and reached out for him, immediately having your wrists gripped and pinned back to the table on either side of you.

without a word jason’s mouth was on yours again, your tongue immediately pushing into him with need, a wicked smile meeting your swollen lips.

then he adjusted your hips on the table, hand caressing your lower back, and he pressed the tip of his cock into your entrance.

you sobbed into his mouth. two fingers not nearly enough to help you gauge how much of him there was as he pressed into you.

“jason!” you cried, hand pressing against his hip as you stared up at him, jaw hanging open.

“shhh, baby. i got you” he nodded slowly, the hand not on your back cupping your face delicately as he pushed further

“biiiig stretch, ma. m’ right here” he cooed, burying himself to the hilt. a moan died on your tongue, coming out in this choked, needy whine that made him throb inside you.

he grabbed your hand from his hip, thumb brushing along your knuckles, a litter of kisses following.

then he lead you onto your back, setting your hand down to adjust your legs so your thighs were parallel to his chest, and your ankles were up on his shoulders.

then he leaned down. pressing your own legs to your chest without moving his hips an inch.

“atta girl,” he groaned, backing his hips up ever so slightly and jutting back in, eyes hooded as he watched your face contort in pleasure.

“jesus fuck- jason” you moaned, tangling your fingers in his hair.

the burn in your thighs was only an addicting twinge on top of the pleasure of him nestled inside you.

“can barely fuckin move, princess. poor pussy doesn’t want me to leave her” he chided, rolling forward with a focused tension in his brows.

“so fuckin- damn, ma. so fuckin’ tight around me, feels like heav-“ he choked out the end of his sentence when you clenched around him, crying out his name and tugged at the curls by the nape of his neck.

he found his rhythm, hips slapping against the backs of your thighs. he shoved his face into the crook of your neck, leaving sloppy, wet kisses along your pulse point.

you felt his teeth scratch at the skin before he sucked a sweet mark, his hands roaming down to the tops of your thighs to squeeze lovingly at the soft flesh there.

“this is how a good fuck is supposed to feel, yeah?” he babbled, nipping at your jaw.

“can’t fuckin’ shut you up, the prettiest damn noises i’ve ever heard” he groaned, leaning his head back to watch the tears gather in the corners of your eyes.

“mh, jason-“ you whined, but he was so lost he couldn’t stop blabbing.

“feel so fuckin good around me, baby. never letting you go. nobody else gets to have this.” he pressed your thighs even closer to your chest, the tip of his cock prodding at a spot inside you that made your vision go white.

you cried out, nails digging into the backs of his shoulders cause all you could do was grip onto him for dear life.

“ohhh..” he smirked. “right there, huh? that feels good?” he asked, sweet, sweet tone dripping with condescension

you nodded eagerly, trying to pull his back closer to you, needing to feel him everywhere.

“so fuckin pretty like this, ma.” he licked his lips.

“poor things never been taken proper care of… must’ve been so pent up, yeah?” he asked, tilting his head to the side mockingly.

“jay- nh. jason, jace,” you babbled, eyes falling shut, tears finally dripping down your your cheeks.

“that’s it, sweetheart. can feel you squeezing me. gonna come on my cock?” he wiped the tears from your face with his thumb, cradling the bottom of your skull to get you to open your eyes.

“mmmhm! yes, can i-“ you tried, voice giving up on you when his fingers found your clit again.

“of course you can, sweet thing. give it to me, hm? come on,” he urged, one hand working to keep your legs stable so you didn’t accidentally push him out of you.

they still shook in his grip, your head craning back with a soft mewl. your back lifted off the bed slightly when you came, gripping at his hair to bring him closer to you.

“there she is.. there we go, good girl” he cooed, hips still rolling into you slowly, thumb slowing to a stop.

you cried in overstimulation when your orgasm faded and he was still moving with fever.

he shushed you softly, giving you a few slow, sloppy kisses as he felt you near your end again.

“hold on for me, ma. you can wait, can’t you?” he purred, earning an eager nod and a bite into his shoulder once more, a feeble attempt at muffling your sobs.

his hips slowed, and he perched himself as deep as he could get. you felt the heat of him finishing inside you, sweet ropes of come painting your walls while he groaned into your ear.

he pulled back with an obscene, slick pop, keeping your legs pressed to your chest with one arm while he knelt to the floor and licked a stripe up your cunt.

you squealed, fighting against his grip momentarily before his tongue prodded gently into your pussy, and he lapped at your mixed spend with a moan.

your body relaxed slightly, back still arched up and legs beginning to tremble again.

his nose brushed your clit with a particularly greedy swipe of his tongue through your folds, and you went dead silent.

your vision blacked when you came again, body writhing off the table with only his arm for stability. when you came to, all you could do was whine pathetically, chest heaving when jason came back up to press a kiss to your lips.

“there we go, baby. that’s it. breathe,” he soothed, adjusting your body so you were laid more comfortably on the bed.

he turned to grab a cloth from the med cabinet, dampening it with cool water before he swiped it along your inner thighs with precise gentleness.

you twitched when the cloth came in contact with your clit, and he shushed you softly.

“s’alright, sweetheart. gotta clean you up, okay?” he whispered, kissing the top of your head as you nodded.

when he went to walk off to get you some clothes, a promise of his ensuite bath upstairs waiting to sooth the ache in your bones, you called his name.

he turned, humming sweetly at you.

“how long have you known?” you asked, whisper quiet. he smiled.

He could see you through the kitchen doorway, wearing one of his old shirts and a pair of panties that flashed into view whenever the hem rode up as you bent forward. Your cleaning supplies had spread across the counters, though the actual cleaning appeared to have stopped several minutes ago. A damp cloth hung forgotten from one hand while you danced between the stove and the island, using a bottle of disinfectant as a microphone.

Jason leaned against the doorway and watched.

He’d been expecting to spend the rest of the night running surveillance on a weapons shipment, but the exchange had been delayed before he reached the meeting point. He’d considered stopping for food on the way home. Instead, he’d decided to surprise you.

This was significantly better.

You swung your hips as the song launched into its first verse, your performance becoming more animated as the lyrics became increasingly obscene. You pointed the spray bottle toward an imaginary audience, punctuating several lines with dramatic gestures before turning back to the stove and wiping the same spotless section three times.

Jason pressed his lips together.

He managed not to laugh when one of your eyelashes apparently became an important part of the narrative. He kept quiet through several graphic references to oral sex, watching your free hand skim down the front of your body as though you were performing for a sold-out arena rather than an empty kitchen.

You spun around, caught your reflection in the microwave door, and used it as an opportunity to wink at yourself.

Jason’s shoulders shook.

You still didn’t see him.

The verse ended. You tossed the cloth onto the counter, lifted the bottle to your mouth with both hands, and drew in a breath as the chorus returned.

“His dick smaller than my toes—”

Jason reached past you and paused the song.

The abrupt silence was deafening.

You screamed and whirled around, nearly striking him with the spray bottle. Jason caught your wrist before the plastic could connect with his face, though the cleaning solution sloshed dangerously inside it.

“What the fuck?” You stared at him, one hand pressed to your chest. “When did you get home?”

“Long enough ago.”

“How long is long enough?”

Jason took the bottle from you and set it beside the sink. “Long enough to learn a lot about you.”

Your embarrassment lasted approximately two seconds. Jason watched the realization move across your face as you remembered what you’d been singing, followed quickly by the decision that acting ashamed would only encourage him.

“It’s a popular song.”

“Is it?”

“Yes.”

“Because it sounded more like sworn testimony.”

You folded your arms. The movement made the hem of his shirt rise slightly along your thighs. “You were standing there listening.”

“I was trying to figure out whether you were cleaning the kitchen or auditioning for something.”

“I was doing both.”

“The stove’s gonna be real disappointed when it learns it didn’t get the part.”

You looked toward the stove. The damp cloth lay abandoned several feet away from it.

“I was taking a break.”

“You wiped the same burner for half the song.”

“You don’t know that.”

“I watched you.”

“That’s creepy.”

“This is my apartment.”

“Our apartment.”

Jason nodded toward the silent speaker. “Then why are you spreading misinformation in our shared home?”

You stared at him. “Misinformation?”

His expression remained perfectly serious. “Smaller than your toes?”

A laugh escaped you before you could contain it. Jason’s eyes narrowed, though the corner of his mouth twitched.

“Oh my God,” you said. “That’s what you’re upset about?”

“I had some concerns about the rest of it.”

“You seemed content to keep listening.”

“I was gathering evidence.”

“But the chorus crossed a line?”

“You sang it with a lot of conviction.”

“It’s the song.”

“You pointed at yourself.”

“I was dancing.”

“You pointed at the floor when you said you’d rather ride something else.”

Your composure cracked. You covered your mouth, but the laugh came through anyway. “Are you jealous of Squidward?”

Jason stepped closer. “Careful.”

“It’s a cartoon character.”

“I know who he is.”

“Then you know he isn’t a threat.”

“I’m not threatened.”

“You stopped the music.”

“Because I’m not listening to you slander my dick in my own kitchen.”

“I wasn’t singing about you.”

“You’re in my shirt, in our apartment, wearing the underwear I bought you.” His gaze traveled deliberately down your body before returning to your face. “I’m making it about me.”

Heat collected beneath your skin despite the ridiculousness of the conversation. Jason noticed. He always noticed, especially when your thighs shifted together and your attention dropped briefly toward his mouth.

“You sound insecure,” you said.

“I’m six feet tall, built like a tank, and you still need me to take my time every time I fuck you.” Jason planted both hands on the counter behind you, caging you between his arms. “I’ve got plenty of things to be insecure about, sweetheart. My dick isn’t one of them.”

You tilted your head back to maintain eye contact. “Then why do you need to defend it?”

“I don’t.”

“No?”

“No.” His mouth hovered close to yours. “I’m giving you an opportunity to correct yourself.”

“I already told you the song wasn’t about you.”

“Not good enough.”

“What would be good enough?”

Jason’s gaze dropped to your lips. “An apology.”

You smiled. “To your dick?”

“To me.”

“For what?”

“Disrespect.”

“You listened to me sing an entire verse about getting railed and only intervened when someone’s dick was called small.”

“That was where it became unrealistic.”

“You’re ridiculous.”

“You’re avoiding the question.”

“You didn’t ask one.”

Jason moved one hand from the counter and settled it against your hip, his palm warm through the thin cotton of your underwear. “Do you think my dick is small?”

You bit the inside of your cheek. The truthful answer would’ve ended the game far too quickly.

“I think that depends on what you’re comparing it to.”

His eyebrows lifted. “And what exactly are you comparing it to?”

“There are a lot of factors to consider.”

“Such as?”

“Scale. Proportion.” You let your gaze travel down his body, lingering deliberately at the front of his pants. “Whether the available evidence is still current.”

Jason laughed under his breath. “You’ve had plenty of evidence.”

“I might need a refresher.”

“S’that what you want?”

His thumb slipped beneath the hem of his shirt and brushed your bare waist. The touch was light, but it sent warmth spreading through your stomach.

“I didn’t say that.”

“You didn’t have to.”

Jason kissed you before you could answer. His mouth covered yours with enough force to push your hips back against the counter, his hand tightening around your waist as he leaned into you. You caught the front of his jacket, gripping the leather while his tongue pressed between your lips.

The kiss tasted like the mint gum he’d been chewing on the way home from patrol, along with the colder traces of the night still clinging to him: rain-damp leather, clean air, and the faint metallic scent of his gear.

He broke away just long enough to remove his jacket. It hit the floor beside the counter.

“You’re getting your clothes on the clean floor,” you murmured.

“You weren’t cleaning it.”

“I was going to.”

“You were performing.”

“I can multitask.”

“Clearly.”

His mouth moved to your neck. You tilted your head aside as his teeth scraped lightly over your skin, your fingers slipping into his hair. Jason kissed the spot beneath your ear before biting down hard enough to make your breath catch.

“You came home early,” you said.

“Shipment got delayed.”

“You could’ve warned me.”

“And miss this?”

“You weren’t supposed to see that.”

“I figured.”

Jason’s hand slid lower, curving around your ass before squeezing firmly. You rose onto your toes as he pulled you against him, the hard line of his cock pressing against your stomach through his pants.

Your smile returned. “I don’t know. That doesn’t feel very convincing.”

Jason drew back enough to look at you.

You managed to hold a straight face.

“Doesn’t it?” he asked.

“Could be the angle.”

“The angle.”

“Or the pants. They might be adding volume.”

“Right.”

“You should probably take them off so we can establish an accurate measurement.”

His gaze darkened. “You’re gonna regret committing to this bit.”

“You love when I commit to the bit.”

“I love you.”

“That sounds suspiciously sincere.”

“It’s the last nice thing I’m gonna say for a while.”

Jason caught you by the waist and lifted you onto the counter. A container of cleaning wipes tipped sideways, and you caught it before it could fall.

“Hold on.” You leaned across the counter to move the supplies. “I actually cleaned this part.”

Jason swept the remaining bottles toward the wall with one arm. “Problem solved.”

“That isn’t how contamination works.”

“You were using the disinfectant as a microphone.”

“The nozzle was closed.”

He stepped between your thighs. “You want to talk about cleaning products, or do you want me to prove a point?”

You placed the wipes behind you. “Depends on how strong the point is.”

Jason hooked two fingers beneath the waistband of your underwear and pulled them away from your body. He released the fabric, letting it snap lightly against your skin.

“Still running your mouth.”

“You haven’t given me a reason to stop.”

His smile promised trouble. “You really don’t know when to quit.”

Jason kissed you again, one hand braced behind your back while the other traveled beneath his shirt. His palm skimmed up your stomach and closed around your breast, his thumb brushing over your nipple until it tightened beneath his touch.

You arched into his hand. Jason pinched lightly before rolling the sensitive peak between his fingers, swallowing your quiet sound against his mouth.

“You were real loud five minutes ago,” he murmured.

“I had backing music.”

“You don’t need it.”

His hand left your breast and slid between your thighs. He ran two fingers over the damp fabric covering you, applying enough pressure to make your hips tip toward him instinctively.

Jason’s mouth curved against yours.

“What?” you asked.

“Nothing.”

“You’re being smug.”

“I haven’t done anything yet.”

“You’re touching me.”

“Barely.”

He rubbed slowly over your clit through your underwear. The friction was muted by the fabric but steady enough to make your legs tighten around his hips. You drew his lower lip between your teeth, trying to distract yourself from how quickly he had your body responding.

Jason withdrew his hand.

You made an irritated sound.

“Something wrong?” he asked.

“You know what’s wrong.”

“I thought we were discussing scale.”

“We can discuss it while you touch me.”

“Can we?”

“Yes.”

Jason considered that. “Tell me my dick isn’t small.”

You laughed. “Absolutely not.”

He pulled your underwear aside and dragged one finger through the slickness gathered between your folds. Your laughter caught in your throat.

“Try again,” he said.

“You’re abusing your position.”

“My position between your legs?”

“Exactly.”

“Seems like a good position to me.”

He circled your clit once, lightly enough that you barely felt it, then slipped lower. One thick finger pressed into you without warning, stretching you open with slow, deliberate pressure.

Your hand tightened on his shoulder.

Jason watched your face as he pushed deeper. “What was that?”

“I didn’t say anything.”

“No, but you looked like you remembered something.”

You clenched around his finger. “I remembered you’re annoying.”

“S’that all?”

“Extremely annoying.”

He crooked his finger inside you.

Your breath broke.

Jason kissed the corner of your mouth. “Keep talking.”

“You’re insufferable.”

A second finger joined the first. He worked them into you patiently, giving your body time to accommodate their thickness before spreading them apart. Your thighs opened wider as pressure built low in your stomach.

Jason’s thumb found your clit. “What else?”

“Arrogant.”

“Accurate.”

“Smug.”

“You mentioned that.”

“Possessive.”

His fingers curled against the sensitive place inside you. “You like that one.”

You turned your face toward his neck, muffling your response against his skin. Jason withdrew his fingers almost completely before pushing them back inside, setting a steady rhythm as his thumb continued moving over your clit.

“You’re getting my shirt dirty,” he said.

“You’re fingering me on a kitchen counter.”

“Not seeing how that’s my fault.”

“You started it.”

“You started it when you decided to put on a concert about disappointing dick.”

“It wasn’t about yours.”

“You keep saying that.”

“Because it’s true.”

Jason removed his hand.

You lifted your head. “Jason.”

“Yeah?”

“I was close.”

“I know.”

He brought his fingers to his mouth and sucked them clean while holding your gaze. Heat swept through you, intensified by the sight of his tongue moving over his skin.

“You’re being mean,” you said.

“You haven’t apologized.”

“I’m not apologizing for song lyrics.”

“Then I guess we’re stuck.”

You reached for his belt. Jason caught both your wrists in one hand and pinned them against the counter behind you.

“Are we?” you asked.

His thumb pressed against your pulse. “You think you’re subtle?”

“I wasn’t trying to be.”

“No?”

“No.” You rolled your hips forward, rubbing yourself against the bulge in his pants. “I was trying to take your clothes off.”

Jason inhaled slowly through his nose.

“I think it worked,” you said.

He released your wrists and stepped back far enough to unfasten his belt. “You’ve got about thirty seconds to change your attitude.”

“Or what?”

“Or I’m gonna fuck it out of you.”

You watched his hands work. “That isn’t much of a threat.”

“It wasn’t supposed to be.”

Jason pushed his pants and underwear down far enough to free himself. His cock sprang free, heavy and flushed against his stomach. Jason wrapped one broad hand around the base and stroked upward slowly.

He caught you staring. “Something you wanna say?”

You lifted your gaze to his. “I think I need a closer look.”

He stepped between your knees again. “Of course you do.”

Jason pulled your underwear down your legs and dropped them onto his jacket. Before you could comment, he dragged you closer to the edge of the counter and positioned himself against you.

The broad head of his cock pressed through your slick folds, nudging your clit as he rocked slowly against you. You placed your hands on his shoulders, your nails catching against his shirt.

“You wet enough for me?” he asked.

“You had two fingers inside me. You know the answer.”

“I want to hear you say it.”

“Yes.”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, I’m wet enough.”

His cock caught against your entrance. Jason pushed forward slightly, letting you feel the stretch without giving you more.

“For what?”

You glared at him. “Don’t.”

“Don’t what?”

“Make me say it.”

“Then I guess we can stop.”

He began to pull away. You hooked one leg around his waist before he could retreat.

“Jay.”

“Yeah, sweetheart?”

“I’m wet enough for your cock.”

His smile was slow and deeply satisfied. “That wasn’t so hard.”

“You are.”

Jason’s expression changed.

You barely had time to appreciate the victory before he pressed into you.

The first push drove the breath from your lungs. Jason held your hips still as he worked himself deeper, your body stretching around him one thick inch at a time. He paused whenever your muscles tightened too sharply, taking his time.

By the time his hips met yours, your teasing had dissolved into uneven breathing.

Jason stayed there, buried completely inside you.

“Smaller than your toes?” he asked.

You shut your eyes. “I hate you.”

“No, you don’t.”

“Currently reconsidering.”

“Must be hard to think with all that small dick inside you.”

A laugh escaped you, but it fractured into a moan when Jason pulled halfway out and pushed back in.

“You’re such an asshole.”

“There we go.” He rolled his hips, grinding deeper. “Knew you still had something to say.”

You dug your nails into his shoulders as he began to move. Jason’s first thrusts were slow, giving your body time to adjust while forcing you to feel every inch of him dragging through you.

The counter creaked beneath your shifting weight.

Jason watched the place where your bodies joined, his hand moving between your thighs to spread you open around his cock. “Look at that.”

You followed his gaze despite yourself.

His cock disappeared into you with each thrust, your wetness shining along his skin whenever he withdrew.

“Still need more evidence?” he asked.

“The study might require multiple trials.”

“Smart mouth.”

“You like my mouth.”

“I liked it better when it was singing about sucking dick.”

“You had notes about that too?”

“Mostly practical suggestions.”

You laughed again. Jason gripped your hips and thrust hard enough to push you several inches across the counter.

The laugh became a startled cry.

“That one of them?” you gasped.

“First draft.”

He pulled you back against him and repeated the motion. Each thrust struck deeper than the last, the angle forcing the head of his cock against a place that made your toes curl.

Jason’s hand slid up your back beneath the shirt before settling around the nape of your neck. He held you steady while his hips drove forward, his pace becoming faster as your body softened around him.

“Tell me,” he said.

“Tell you what?”

“You know.”

“That you’re jealous of a cartoon character?”

Jason tightened his grip. “Keep trying me.”

“You started this.”

“And I’m finishing it.”

He drew you off the counter far enough that your weight rested partly against him, your legs wrapping around his waist while he held you in place. The shift forced him even deeper, leaving you stretched around the thickest part of him.

Your forehead dropped against his shoulder.

“Too much?” Jason asked.

The teasing disappeared from his voice. His hand moved soothingly along your back, ready to stop despite his cock still pulsing inside you.

“No.” You took a slow breath. “Just give me a second.”

He remained still until your body relaxed. Jason kissed your temple, then your cheek, his touch gentler than anything else he had done since entering the kitchen.

“Good?” he murmured.

You rolled your hips experimentally. Pleasure tightened through your stomach.

“Good.”

Jason kissed you. “That’s my girl.”

The praise settled warmly inside you. You tightened your legs around his hips, drawing him closer.

“Move.”

“S’that an order?”

“A request.”

“Could use some work.”

“Jay.”

He resumed fucking you before you had to ask again.

The cabinet doors rattled softly beneath you with each thrust. Jason held you tightly against him, his fingers digging into your ass as he drove upward into you. Your arms circled his shoulders, leaving you clinging to him while pleasure built faster than you could control.

His mouth moved over your throat, kissing and biting wherever he could reach. “You gonna sing for me now?”

“I’m a little busy.”

“You managed before.”

“I wasn’t being fucked.”

“Should improve the performance.”

Your laugh dissolved into a moan when he shifted his stance and struck the sensitive spot inside you again.

“There,” you breathed.

Jason repeated the angle. “There?”

“Yeah.”

He thrust harder.

Your nails scraped over the back of his neck. Jason groaned against your shoulder, his control slipping as you clenched around him.

“You feel that?” he asked.

“It’s difficult not to.”

“Good.” His hand moved between your bodies, his thumb finding your clit. “Want you to remember next time that chorus comes on.”

“Planning to ban the song?”

“Planning to give you something more accurate to sing about.”

His thumb moved in tight circles. Pressure wound through you, sharpened by every deep thrust of his cock.

You tightened around him again.

Jason’s breath caught. “Close?”

“Yes.”

“Say it.”

“I’m close.”

“Not that.”

You knew what he wanted. You also knew he would keep you balanced at the edge until you gave it to him.

You lifted your head from his shoulder. “Your dick isn’t small.”

Jason’s grin was unbearable. “Louder.”

“Don’t push it.”

He slowed his thumb.

“Jason.”

“You had plenty of volume earlier.”

“Your dick isn’t small.”

“Still sounds reluctant.”

“Your dick is fucking huge.” You tightened your legs around him. “Happy?”

“Getting there.”

He drove into you hard and resumed rubbing your clit. Pleasure broke through you almost immediately, your body tightening around him as the orgasm rolled through you.

Jason held you firmly while you shook against him. His hips continued moving, each thrust drawing out another pulse until you buried your face against his neck and moaned his name.

“That’s it,” he murmured. “Take my cock.”

You clenched around him, oversensitive but unwilling to let him stop. Jason’s rhythm became uneven, his fingers flexing against your ass as he chased his own release.

“Inside,” you whispered.

“You sure?”

“Yes.”

Jason’s groan vibrated against your cheek. He thrust deeply and held himself there, his cock pulsing as he came inside you. Warmth spread through your body while his forehead dropped against your shoulder.

For several moments, the only sounds in the kitchen were your breathing and the faint hum of the refrigerator.

Jason’s hands moved slowly over your back.

You turned your head and kissed the side of his neck. “Feeling better?”

“Much.”

“Good. I was worried about your self-esteem.”

“My self-esteem’s fine.”

“You launched an investigation.”

“I corrected a factual inaccuracy.”

“Through peer review?”

“Extensive testing.”

You smiled against his skin. “And what did the research conclude?”

Jason lifted his head. “That you talk too much.”

“That seems unrelated.”

“Secondary finding.”

He kissed you before easing out of you carefully. Your body protested the loss, though the ache left behind was pleasantly satisfying.

Jason reached for the cloth.

You caught his wrist. “That was on the stove.”

He looked at it, then back at you. “Right.”

“Bathroom. Clean washcloth.”

“Demanding.”

“You came inside me on the kitchen counter.”

“Fair.”

He dropped the cloth into the sink, tucked himself back into his pants, and pulled them into place before lifting you from the counter. You wrapped your legs around his waist again, resting your head against his shoulder as he carried you toward the bathroom.

As he passed the counter, you reached back and tapped the screen of your phone.

The chorus blasted through the kitchen again.

Jason stopped.

You lifted your head from his shoulder, doing your best to look innocent. “What?”

“You did that on purpose.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

His gaze shifted from the bathroom doorway to the bedroom.

“You’re not banning the song,” you said.

“Wasn’t planning to.”

You raised your eyebrows. “Really?”

“No.” His grip tightened beneath your thighs as he changed direction. “I’m just gonna keep fucking you every time you play it until you learn the lyrics don’t apply.”

You smiled. “That could take a while.”

Jason kicked the bedroom door closed behind him and dropped you onto the bed, his grin sharpening as he followed you down.

“I was hoping you’d say that.”

——

For months and months prior to that, it'd been the same thing between you and Sato.

“She doesn’t mean anything to me, baby. You know you’re my favorite,” He’d say, cooing you with that manipulatively charming voice of his after you’d asked him about yet another woman he was talking to.

You weren't sure why you kept going back to him. He never told you how he felt about you unless he was inside you—and even then you’re certain those feelings were all sex-based and moderately untrue.

Yet something about him kept drawing you back in.

And if you had to guess what exactly it was...

“Fuuck, y’like that don’t you?” He’d groan, having one big hand clasped around your throat as he plowed you into the mattress. Sato rarely ever took his time during sex, too eager to make sure you cum & keep up his reputation of being a good fuck. “Like the way my cock kisses that sweet spot, huh?”

The rhythmic sound of his pelvis smack smack smacking! against your ass echoes throughout the room at a pitch almost louder than your sapped moans. “Mhmm,” You'd hummed in response, fingernails dug into the bedsheets below.

You couldn't bring yourself to think about all the other women that's been in this same exact position before you when his cock was far too busy gliding in and out of your soaking pussy. The same sheets your fingers are clawing at is also clasped in between your teeth tightly, drool wetting up the fabric pathetically due to how good you felt.

Only to be rudely interrupted by his hand gripping at your neck tighter and then tugging the upper half of your body allll the way up—his chest pressing into your back while his dick massages the gushiest spot inside you. “Don’t do that,” Sato huffs with that shit-eating grin on his face, “Speak up, pretty girl. I couldn't hear you.”

“Uhuhh, yes,” You pant, tongue beginning to dangle out of your mouth all whorishly, “I love it, Sato.”

Cocky like always, he'd let off that amused scoff and then nip at your ear playfully, “Yeahh, I know you do. Jus’ can’t get enough of me.”

Thinking back again, he had the biggest ego you’d ever seen.

Sato was tenderly humping the rest of his thick cock into you while you were nice and close, just to realize after the first few thrusts that you were trying to inch yourself away from him—your moans getting airier by the second.

His smile widened, “Hah, where’re you goin’?” He'd only made you cum three times since the two of you got here. Surely that wasn't enough to have you acting like this already. “Look at you, trying to run from me now," Sato scoffed with faux bitterness.

You barely got a moment to process what he was doing before you choked.

Warm lips pressing against your ear, “C’mon, I jus’ want one more outta’ you,” He purred, his arm slow to wrap around your neck while his bulking muscles pressed into the center of your throat. Whatever oxygen was on its way to your head all but died out as the man put you into a bullying chokehold and then flexed.

Your cunt squeaked juicily around him and his cockhead nudged in deeper because of the hold he had on you, otherwise rendering your body unable to escape.

That was one of many reasons why you always ran back to him. If Sato Gojo didn't know how to do anything else right, he damn sure knew how to fuck.

“Mhmm, that’s it, baby." His voice was huskier against your eardrums now and you felt your body shuddering with a sense of numbness as something slicker oozed around his shaft. "Take that fuckin’ cock—juuust like that.”

His thrust became slower while he held you in place and you'd never felt so full in your life. It wasn't until he suddenly snapped up into you that all air left your lungs and your eyes crossed.

Whatever sound you let out was beyond pathetic and only followed by a desperate, “S’too much,” that he could barely hear.

Rolling his eyes, he repeated the motion a few more times at a steady pace, letting you adjust to being arched and folded up how he wants you. “My dramatic girl, acting like you haven't been taking it just fine," He reminded you.

You almost believed him for a moment there until his free hand came snaking around your torso to press against your lower abdomen—right over the bulge his fat cock had created against your skin—and applying an egregious amount of pressure.

“M’gonna cum, Sato,” You cried out as his fingers slithered down to nudge against your clit. Never a firm rub or anything like that since he felt like his cock alone was enough to work what he wanted out of you.

He’d smile all victoriously and whisper, “That's it? Don't tell me you're still too scared to squirt on me?”

Truth be told, that was the one thing he couldn’t do for some reason.

He never said anything but he thinks maybe you’re just one of those women who need a little more effort put into in order to make you squirt. More effort of which he damn sure doesn’t feel like putting in.

Four orgasms in a row? That’s fine, he can do that no problem. Making you squirt? As badly as he wants to deep down inside, he just can’t.

You ended up leaving a creamy mess around his cock but it's not the spurting stream of wetness he was hoping for. After letting you tremble out of your high, he's slow with the way he unwraps his arms from around you.

You fall forward onto the bed and let out a heavy breath before smiling wearily in relief. No other guy on campus ever managed to make you cum even once so of course you didn't think much of the fact that Sato couldn't make you squirt.

Hell, you were unknowingly on the same page with him—thinking you might've needed extra effort put in for that kinda release. Which was fine, you didn't need that much from him. The fact that he could make you cum back to back was more than enough in your book.

Not his though.

Sato hated it. He hated how he couldn't make you squirt—the fact burned at his ego and wounded his pride greatly. He's made other women do it so he doesn't understand what the problem is. There were some nights where he wondered if maybe he was doing something wrong with you. Or maybe you'd found someone else who could—

He unknowingly scoffs at his thoughts, shuffling out of the bed and swiping up the nearest clean sweats to slip into. Who was he kidding? There isn't one other person on campus you'd go to over him.

And if he couldn't make you squirt, he knows there's no one else that could.

Amid his deep thoughts, you happen to look over and catch the way those white brows of his are neatly knitting together. He didn't even realize how his true feelings on the matter were written all over his face.

Your eyes had ran over him a couple times, pondering on all the scratch marks in various places. Places that your hands haven't touched.

And that's how the routine was with the two of you; high tension all throughout the day, let him fuck you 'til all your senses went numb, and then fade into quietness with little to talk about since Sato doesn't deem it necessary to get close with you in that way.

When you catch the way he's dragging his feet around the room, trying to clean the mess of clothes you two made prior to getting in the bed, your brows lifts with curiosity. Asking gently, "Hey, are you alright?"

Sato hums without turning around to you, running his a hand through his hair as if stressed out. "Yeah, m'fine." He grunts, glancing over at you after and adding a slightly comforting, "Are you?"

You nod in response to him and he stares for a moment longer than necessary, still deep in his thoughts about something he surely wasn't sharing with you anytime soon.

Why would he? You didn’t need to know that he was beating himself up over something so stupid. He’s well aware that he’s the best guy to ever sleep with you so, opening up to you about something so trivial wasn’t in his character.

There’d been jokes and banter between the two of you before—obviously—but it never went any further than that. The moment things threatened to dip into something real, something more tender or honest, Sato would shut it down with quick precision.

Which is exactly why you didn't try pressing for more of this dry conversation. Instead, you silently watched him tug a shirt over his head and then head over to the nightstand for his phone.

He's busy texting someone for a bit before he releases a huff and turns his head to see the way you've been quietly watching him, "Did you want me to run you a bath or—"

"No, no, I told you, I'm fine," You unintentionally cut off.

You weren't sure where the awkwardness had come from but it wasn't completely unwelcome since there was clearly something he wasn't telling you. You saw it in the way he pouted all grumpily just before looking at you.

Whatever was on his mind had to be eating him up on the inside.

Not that the frown pushed you to ask him anything else though. You ended up turning over and rolling off is bed a few minutes later to gather your things and leave, to which he'd peacefully helped you with.

Then Sato escorted you all the way out of his maze-like home and was "kind" enough to give you a kiss on the forehead before sending you off.

Little things like that always caught you off guard. Your heart would do that weird thing in your chest as you wondered if there was a possibility of experiencing more than just hook-ups with the man.

Though, reality is quick to slap you back to your senses when you see him with his arm around some other woman the next day while on your way to class.

You knew better than to get emotionally attached to Sato Gojo. Everyone did.

——

Some days later is when shit decides to hit the fan between you two.

It happens so randomly that you almost feel as though you dreamt the whole thing up. The day starting with him texting you to come over that night and somehow ending with you in thwarted tears.

In all the time you spent with Sato, there'd never been a moment where he was blatantly selfish. Something of which surprised you in the beginning of your relationship since he was known to be a fuckboy.

Yet, ending up in his bedroom for the nth time, as his thumb rubbed at your clit with unsteady, jerky motions, appearing otherwise annoyed about something—Sato had been selfish for the first time with you.

Foreplay was skipped entirely and you should've known something was up from that alone.

The most you got out of him prior to being stripped of your clothing was a messy kiss and a barely audible, "Need somethin' from you, baby," grunted into your mouth.

Then you were being carried all the way up to his bedroom, handled frustratedly down into the mattress, and soon fucked at a rate you weren't used to.

His thrusts were sloppy and needy, voice quiet since he didn't bother talking you through it or saying anything at all, and the only thing with a sense of normalcy to it was the way his thumb nudged over your clit as his cock dove in and out of you.

Midway through, you assumed he just had a bad day or something. Figured he wanted to take some of that stress out on you.

And that wasn't out of the ordinary for him, it's happened more often than not.

But as his thumb drew desperate circles around your twitching bud, Sato's cock twitched and he pulled out the moment you were about to cum. You were too dazed by his abrupt action that you nearly missed the way he stroked himself into finishing on your stomach and then scoffed. Bitterly.

Your eyes were glossed over since the taste of your own orgasm had been right there on the tip of your nerves, stripped away from you faster than you could blink.

Whatever had been bothering him about having sex with you was felt before it was understood.

He was already turning away by the time you pushed yourself to sit up, the sheets gliding down your arms as you watched him with wide, teary eyes. The room felt ten times quieter than it normally did. You saw how he crossed the room as if nothing had happened—as if this was just another unremarkable moment to be shrugged off.

"Sato," You say, his name tripping in your throat on the way out.

Only then did he pause, fingers curled around his drawer handle. Not sparing you a glance back, "What." he breathed out.

It was hardly even a response, more of a wall you'd audibly stumbled into. You'd never heard his voice so dull and flat with you.

Swallowing down whatever confusing emotions were building up in your throat, "Did I, um... did I do something wrong?"

Somehow that gets his attention. He glances back over his shoulder then, expression insipid and eyes casting over you all bored-like. "Don't start that," He said, irritation weaving into his voice, "You're overthinking shit already."

Your mouth opens to say something but it's like you'd been slapped in the face, leading your lips to seal shut for a second. His words were too heavy for you, coming off with weighted dismissiveness.

After a few beats, your words trail out slowly, "Sorry I'm a little confused, Sato. You asked me to come over for that..?"

He exhaled sharply, like the question itself had tired him, "What else do I ever call you over for?"

Something shrewd twisted in your chest, "Certainly not whatever the fuck that was just now."

Sato finally turned more fully and leaned back against his dresser, crossing his arms and letting his eyes meet yours firmly. "You sound upset."

"I feel used," You'd snapped back immediately.

His brow twitched, "'Cause I didn't make you cum?"

Again, the words came off blunt and careless.

Leading you to flinch internally, "I mean—yeah," You said as a humorless breath tiptoed out, "You normally do."

"Well, I didn't feel like it today. M'spent." He scoffed out.

It was almost as if that was supposed to be an explanation for everything.

You stared at him and felt the way your disbelief began to fade into something of anger, "You could've told me that."

"Would that have made you feel any better?" Every response came out of him like he'd rehearsed the entire conversation beforehand.

"We could've done something different," Your hands began to curl into the sheets a little, trying to steady yourself. "I could've-"

"I didn't want anything different." Sato cut off crisply.

You'd never been so utterly confused in your life. Everything was fine before this—for the most part—so what had come over him all of a sudden? Why was he acting like this?

The finality in his statement only made your stomach drop, your head shaking slowly in disbelief, "...So you wanted to use m-"

"No, sweetheart," The pet name sounds empty on his tongue, lacking its usual affection. "I wanted you to see how it feels to get into something thinking things are going to go like they always do, just to feel disappointed by the end."

The next sound that spreads throughout the room is your laughter as it exits you in incredulous fashion, "Sato, what the fuck are you talking about?"

He dragged a hand through the white tuffs of his hair, pacing only once before coming to a stop. "You..." Letting his words trail off, he released a long and stressed-out sigh, "Every woman I've been with has never had the problem you do."

That hits you square in the chest.

Head cocking back as you frown with immediate offense flaring over, "Excuse me? Are you... are you talking about squirting, Sato? You can't be serious."

"I am," He said without hesitation. "If it's just something you can't do, I'd rather you tell me than making me look like an idiot when we fuck."

"What?" Your eyes narrowed as your anger bled into something strictly hurt. "I... I'm sure I can. Maybe we're just doing something wro-"

"We?" Sato cuts you off instantly. Then his tone seemed firmer and you knew he didn't think things through when he said, "No, no, you've got shit backwards here. I can assure you I'm not doing anything wrong, that's all you."

Something inside you finally boiled over.

"All me?" You scoffed, pushing yourself out of the bed. The cold air wrapping itself around you felt like even more of a wake-up call than what he'd just said. "Oh, sorry for not being like all the other twenty girls you sleep with."

Grabbing your clothes with uncoordinated and janky movements after wiping away any lingering trace of what had happened, you subconsciously wished you could've erased the moment entirely from start to finish. Your hands trembled as you got dressed, seemingly more from the heated emotions waving through you than the embarrassment.

Sato stiffened upon hearing your words. For the first time—probably in his life—his confidence had cracked. "Shit—wait," He rushed out, trying to step towards you and stop you from leaving.

It was almost like he himself wasn't aware of how severely fucked up his actions and words were.

His hand reached out for your arm, "I-I didn't mean it like that, c'mon. I just—"

"Save it, asshole." You spat back at him, shoving his hand out the way and storming out his room before giving him a chance to say anything else.

He'd said more than enough to have your vision blurry and heart pounding in your chest as if pained.

The hallway was dim, your footsteps quickened to carry you as far away from him as possible, and your emotions buzzed all too loudly in your ears for you to think straight. You think you hear something clash against the wall back in Sato's room but you ignore it.

You're so wrapped up in your feelings that you're not even paying attention to where you're going. You only made it a few steps down the hall before you collided with something solid.

Someone solid.

Gasping as you stumble back, a pair of hands come up to steady you. "Ah, sorry," a voice hums out to you. The sound is soft as it reverberates throughout the hallway but your chest feels as though it's caving inwards since the guy in front of you sounded exactly like Sato.

There was a pitch of unfamiliarity in it, though. One that made you look up.

For a moment, you thought maybe you'd fallen off the bed earlier and that everything thus far had been some type of hallucination because surely Sato wasn't standing right in front of you right now.

...Except, with glasses? And a dorkier look in his eyes?

With the same snowy white hair, the same perfectly sharp jawline—that's somehow a tad softer—and the same dazzling blue eyes, he stared at you all longingly as if an angel had fallen right into his arms or something. The only difference between him and his brother being the black glasses sitting center on the bridge of his nose.

Despite the hallway's lack of lighting, you swear you see his cheeks flush with red as the moment of exchanged staring passes.

Prior to this, you'd only ever heard rumors of Sato having a twin brother but you never once imagined those would turn out to be true. The man's eyes widen slightly as he really looks at you, confusion flickering across his face whilst he takes in your flushed skin, the way your clothes are hanging off of you as though you'd rushed to put them all, and how your eyes are somberly glossed over.

"I-," You try to blink that wetness out of your gaze and then clear your throat. "Sorry, I wasn't watching where I was going."

"It's fine," He replies as he thoughtlessly continues to hold onto your arms. Then, uncertainly, "You're... Sato's, uh—"

"Sato's what?" You cut off harsher than you meant to.

There was no way he was about to refer to you as that asshole's girlfriend or anything like that, right?

His mouth visibly goes taut, realizing he was about to step into something fragile. Instead of responding, he just stands there awkwardly enough to piss you off even more.

Groaning, you push past him and continue storming down the hall. You didn't have time for whatever that was about to turn into.

Unbeknownst to you, he'd stood there and watched as you walked away—cursing himself out for letting his opportunity to talk to you pass him by like that. He'd known who you were for months prior to this. Out of all the women Sato brought over, you were the only one Toru took a genuine interest in.

It's unfortunate for him that Sato's a stingy asshole who doesn't care to introduce the two of you. Because of that, Toru had to go out of his way just to get glimpses of your personality.

He was always home when Sato brought you over, always in his room that's just one wall over while the two of you fucked—listening and secretly getting off to those gorgeous moans you let off. Toru knew it was perverted of him to do so, but he truly couldn't help himself.

Now here he is with sagging shoulders at the fact that he totally fucked up his first interaction with you.

He heard the whole argument between you and his brother and came out into the hallway hoping to come to your rescue or at least cheer you up, even if only for a second. Yet, all he managed to do was piss you off with his awkwardness and lack of confident social skills.

After a few minutes, Toru straightens up and settles his jaw in a way that says he'd made some type of silent decision. That wasn't going to be the last time he interacted with you—no matter how badly his brother fucked up—he knew you'd be back eventually.

As he turns back to his room, he promises to himself that next time he sees you, he won't hesitate or fumble things with you.

——

A few weeks pass before anything else noteworthy occurs.

In that time, things between you and Sato remain rocky, to say the utmost least. Conversations between the two of you were more careful, apologies came far slower than they should've, and some semblance of trust had been rebuilt in uneven steps.

Sometimes he was sweet and more attentive than he had been before that big argument, kinda like he was afraid it'd happen again. Other times he'd slip up and those old habits would seep through, any excuse he gave you dressed up charmingly enough for you to ultimately end up forgiving him again.

The fact that you both were trying had to be enough to count for something, otherwise the two of you were better off calling it quits months ago.

Somewhere in the middle of that relationship, Toru became familiar to you. You went out of your way to see him whenever you visited the Gojo estate, even if you were only there for Sato.

He was almost always cooped up in his room, drowning himself in his studies—textbooks stacked neatly on his desk, handwritten notes color-coded and meticulously organized.

It wasn't long before you realized he and his brother were complete opposites. Where Sato excelled in partying and socializing, Toru peaked in academics and hobbies that were far more niche.

You remember poking your head into his room one time to say hi and catching him lost in Digimon reruns with strategy guides pulled up on his nearby laptop. He was so engrossed in it that he hadn't even heard you saying something to him.

Situations like that are what got the two of you to be something close to friends.

Though, you still didn't know him any more than you knew Sato. You were still kept at an arm's length from either of their personalities beyond what was noticeable. Sato made sure of that where both he and his twin were concerned.

While he did soften up with you, he still wasn't interested in keeping you that close—not close enough to know him. And he damn sure wouldn't let you go off and try to find that in Toru.

Anytime you and the nerdier Gojo sibling were alone, Sato was intruding minutes later. Always interrupting.

Even when you ran into Toru on campus.

One time when you found him outside the library, standing near a vending machine and ran up to talk to him, Sato seemed to spawn out of thin air with his arm around you is if to silently tell his brother to fuck off.

You weren't sure what had gotten into him as far as that was concerned. He didn't care when you talked to anyone else.

This was but another unfortunate thing for you since you were quite fond of Toru. He remembered little things about you; your major, your favorite cafe, and even your preferred place to sit in lecture halls.

If you asked Sato questions about any of those things, he'd probably shrug and ask you why any of it matters in the first place.

But you bet that dick for brains could tell you which position makes you cum the fastest...

It's regrettably because of that as to why you're currently standing at the large front doors to his home, having rung the bell only a few seconds ago due to an earlier text requesting you come over.

In said text, Sato promised that he only wanted to talk to you and you chose to believe him.

Just for Toru to swing the door open with a surprised look on his face.

"Oh, hey." He began, pushing his glasses further up on his face so that he could get a proper look at you. "If you're looking for Sato, he's not here. I actually think he's been gone for the past three hours or so."

Disappointment settles into you and you roll your eyes, already annoyed. "Of course he has," You sigh.

Toru offers you a half-comforting grin before stepping back a bit and opening the door wider for you, "He'll probably be back soon though, if you wanna come in?"

You debated leaving but the prospect of being able to spend some alone time with Toru is what swayed you into staying.

Which is how you ended up in their living room.

The rest of the house was quieter than Sato ever allowed it to be. There was no music blaring, none of his restless pacing or constant yammering about fuck knows what. The only thing heard was the low hum of the TV ahead of you and Toru.

He'd put on a movie a few minutes ago and although you'd agreed to watch it with him, you kept glancing towards the front door hoping to see Sato walk in any moment now.

It never happens.

Sitting on the opposite ends of the couch, you and Toru are steady to find comfort in one another's presence. You eventually let yourself focus on what he'd put on, snorting whenever he laughed at the unfunniest bits of it and finding yourself mused by the easiness of it all.

You noticed how Toru also tried to sneak his eyes onto you here and there, lacking that smoothness his slightly older brother had and always catching your attention when he did it.

The two of you even shared those warm moments where you'd catch him staring and then whisper, "What, is something on my face?"

To which he'd swallow thickly and shake his head, "No, not at all. Sorry..."

His shyness is probably what drew you in the most about him. You loved how often he avoided eye contact with you, how gentle his voice always came out, and the way he'd begin to adjust himself against the couch due to the smallest of things.

The night was going well enough for you to forget all about—

Your phone rang and Sato's name was lighting up your screen.

At the sight, your shoulders went tense and you were unsure if you should answer it or not. Toru looked over at you but he didn't say anything.

The movie continued to play ahead as you picked up the phone and quietly spoke to Sato, "What?"

Whatever was said to you on the other end made your jaw clench—something of which Toru noted instantly. He didn't mean to be nosy but it was hard not to when minutes passed and you were clearly getting frustrated about your conversation.

"You sound drunk," You're heard muttering, making Toru's ears perk up and then strain to hear more.

Sato is just barely heard grumbling in response, "M'not drunk, baby."

Your shoulders slump, "Did you even mean to text me?"

There's a long pause. Toru tenses up and Sato's heard burping.

"I texted you?" The man on the phone asks, making your entire mood sink. "Hahhh, fuck. I don' remember doing that.. What uh, what'd I say?"

"You said you needed to talk." You reply rigidly.

He nods even though you can't see him, "Ah... I mean, I do need to talk to you but," Pausing to grumble, "Don't see why I didn't jus' call.. Anyway, s-so yesterday I was with this girl 'n she said m'not doin' anything wrong."

His early attempt at trying to convince you he wasn't drunk fell flat in that instant. You stare into space for a moment, "What?"

"Remember how we got into it about your squirting problem?" Sato blurts out in response.

You could feel yourself getting irritated with him all over again. You hated the way he said that like it was truly an issue on your end alone, even though the two of you have talked about it after the argument.

"My squirting problem? You mean the fact that you can't get me there?" You snapped back, matching his energy for just a second and unintentionally gaining the dull attention of his nosy brother.

At this point, you don't think you cared whether or not he overheard.

"No, no, I cannnn..." Sato drags out drunkenly. Then you hear this giggle in the background before he adds, "This girl told me it really is you 'n not me. Because like-"

You hang up the phone before he can continue.

The last thing you wanted to do was entertain whatever the fuck he was about to tell you for any longer than you had to. Your phone falls down into your lap and you feel it buzzing a few seconds later but you only swipe it back up to silence it entirely.

After which, the room falls into a thick quietness that swallows up both you and Toru. Even the movie playing ahead had switched to a soundless scene that only added to the shift in moods.

A few minutes of this stillness pass before you feel the weight on the other side of the couch shifting. Your eyes flick over and you see him readjusting himself in his seat.

You don't question it nor say anything but his sudden movements do manage to pull you out of your funk for a second. Ignoring it, you pick your phone back up to see that Sato had texted you a bunch of gibberish—the only sensible message you can make out being one of him begging you to text or call back.

As soon as you start typing, his twin decides to clear his throat again.

“I mean, it can’t be that hard.” Toru says all timidly, his words catching enough to snag your attention away from your phone.

Your thumb goes idle against the screen and you look up at him to see his cheeks colored over with bright red. He was looking off to his left and you could tell by the rapid rise and fall of his chest that his breathing had gone off-track.

Clearly, he hadn’t meant to say that out loud.

You chuckle as if intrigued by his words, humming, “Your brother said the same thing."

Toru scoffs and then speaks without thinking again, “He doesn’t care enough.”

Cocking a brow, “Doesn’t care enough to make me squirt?” You ask.

The sound of the man’s breath hitching was clearer than the dense tension between you both. “Obviously not,” Toru continues, lifting two slim fingers up to the center of his glasses to adjust them against his nose. “If he did, he would’ve made sure you… uh, did that.”

Never would you have expected to have this kind of conversation with the same man who can barely look you in the eye. But it was clear something had changed. Even in his body language, you saw how he'd sat up a bit straighter against the couch and let his legs sprawl out wider—almost invitingly so.

He was still avoiding your gaze but the sturdiness in his voice is what intrigued you the most.

“Did what, Toru? Say it,” You pressed, putting your phone down and turning on the couch to face him fully.

You watched as his Adam’s apple bobbed in his throat with the way he gulped thickly. “He would’ve uhm..." Toru pauses to take a deep breath—mentally reminding himself that he swore not to embarrass himself in front of you again—and then clears his throat one more time, "He would've made sure you squirted.”

Too shy to look at you just yet, he misses how the look in your eyes changes entirely. It was like seeing him in a new light.

Not that you hadn't thought about it before. He does look exactly like Sato and there's been a few times where you've wondered what it'd be like to be the cause of his glasses going crooked 'n foggy.

Biting back a smile, “Well, he makes me cum a lot.” You explain to him casually. Certainly Toru wouldn't have started talking to you about this if he didn't at least have some advice for you, “Like, back to back.”

He nods, nimble fingers fidgeting over one another in his lap, “Then, he just doesn’t know what he’s doing.”

You bat your lashes at him all cluelessly, “But—“

“As I said the first time,” Toru looks at you all of a sudden, his eyes mildly terrified behind his frames despite the attempt of confidence spreading over his face. There was a devilishly sexy blend of sureness and hesitancy plastered all over his features, “It can’t be that hard.”

The direct eye contact and few inches of space between where you two were sitting made everything feel hot all of a sudden. Blush melts itself into his skin again and it was clear that this initiated flirting of his was a first time thing.

You knew Toru found you intimidating and that subconsciously accepted fact only made you want to see more. More of your affect on him.

Sliding closer to him on the couch, your voice slyly dips into something more taunting, “You sound like you wanna try.”

Watching the way his jaw flexes, teeth tightly gritted within his mouth, and throat struggling to conceal the high-pitched sound that threatened to jump out of him—your affect on the man was as clear as day.

Somehow, Toru manages to maintain his confident facade, “Would you let me if I did?”

“Do you?” You ask quicker than he expects you to.

His head felt like it was spinning already. Is this what it's like to do drugs? Does his brother get to experience this all the time?

Toru gulps again, “Do I.. what?”

Now he was playing dumb on purpose, as if he wasn't the one who commenced this whole thing with his earlier statement.

Which makes you giggle, “You’re the smartest guy I know, Toru." Your compliment makes his heart skip a few beats. Then your head tilts and your tone softens, "Don’t start acting dumb just to appeal to me.”

He bats those pretty white lashes at you with his eyes all doe-like on you for a moment before he looks down, “I just… I wanted to hear you say it.”

You stand up from the couch all of a sudden and he freezes up. Then you walk over and stand right in between his legs, moving a hand to his chin and forcing his head up. “Do you wanna try making me squirt?”

Toru shakes his head and your brows furrow. His face nuzzles into your hand, forcing it to spread open as his cheek presses into your palm, “It’s not something to be tried, it’s just something I can do for you.” He explains.

Your thumb brushes against his cheek and his glasses slip down his nose a bit. Smiling, “Someone's confident.”

He merely whispers, “‘Can’t be that hard.”

——

Ten minutes later and you're wondering why he wasn't the first Gojo twin you met.

Loong fingers stretching your pussy out crudely, hot tongue attacking your clit like he wanted to lick you into numbness, and eyes still doe-like as they remain glued up on your face—Toru was nothing like his slightly older brother.

No, no, he aimed not only to please but to learn how you like to be pleased.

Whereas Sato would just sleep with you the same way he did with anyone else—beyond confident in his own abilities to bring a woman pleasure—Toru was the kinda man who took his time to work you up specifically.

“Taste s’good,” He praised in a tone deeper than you knew to be capable from him. You were laying across the couch now and he was stuffed neatly in between your legs. Whining, “More,” as he tugged at your thighs, his jaw going slack, and his mouth smearing against your cunt. “Gimme’ more—mmpfh. Please?"

You weren't sure what more he could be referring to when his fingertips were already twirling something sinful against your g-spot. You had a hand buried into his hair, your other behind you as you held onto the couch to steady yourself with the way he feasted on you as if your pussy was the best thing to wet up his tongue.

“Ah, T-Toru, fuck!” You cried out, unconsciously pulling away from him when his fingers focused in deep against that soppy spot—addicted to the way your slick gushed out around his hand and left a sweet mess against the couch.

His fingers leave your insides for only a second and a half before he's shoving them into his mouth to suck the taste off. Toru's eyes rolled back for a moment before he let both of his hands redirect to your inner thighs and then spread you out wider just so nothing was obstructing your view of the way he sloppily kissed your cunt.

Small strings of aroused filth would hang in between his mouth and your puffy pussylips, all of which would get licked off by his eager tongue before he dove back in for more.

Before you'd let him make his way down there, you recall the way he oh-so-awkwardly kissed you. He hardly had a clue what to do with his tongue when it was against yours but now that he was in between your legs, he became an entirely different person.

Suckling the dewy tastes into his mouth and guzzling it down his throat just to let it linger, Toru was nothing short of desperate to make you feel good. So much so that his brain practically turns off as he moves his hands to grip your hips and then lifts the lower half of your body up against his face.

His mouth nuzzled harder against you and you felt the wiggling tip of his tongue slap against your clenching walls. He softly humped the couch as he ate you out, letting the sounds of your moans coax him into giving you everything he could.

Toru only pulled away from your cunt when his glasses fogged up too much for him to see your face. And before you could offer to wipe them off or anything, you met his gaze with the way his head angled for you to do so.

His voice deep and aching, “Sit on my face,” He requested before whining again. “Pleasepleaseplease,” the man panted almost puppy-like and then seared his next words right into your clit with the edge of his tongue, “Need it s’bad.”

You don't think you had it anywhere in you to deny him when he was asking so nicely like that.

But by the time the two of you had flipped over and you were left hovering over his pleasantly flushed face—his shaky hands tight against your hips—you were a little too nervous to sit down.

Toru had caught his breath by now but nothing about his starved appetite had changed. Those previously soft blue eyes of his seemed to pierce straight through you in a way that Sato's sometimes would. You know they're twins and all but fuck, it was nerve-wracking to experience that hungry look from the alleged "shy" twin.

“Ride it," Toru husked out all of a sudden, giving your body the faintest pull.

Your eyes went all wide, “…Your mouth?”

Instead of clarifying things or being patient with you, he snatches your frame down with a strength you didn't know he possessed. Moaning before your core even reaches his lips again, “Want you to feed your pussy to me.”

Then he was practically suctioned to you again, eyes rolling back far enough for the whites to be visible beneath the foggy frames of his glasses.

“Ohfuck,” You cry out, the upper half of your body slumping forward a bit as your thighs squeeze around his head.

You felt the way Toru smiled at the feeling, almost like he was exactly where he'd wanted to be. His tongue skated up into you with a vigor you'd never felt before.

The man ate pussy like he wanted the results of your release plastered all over those pretty glasses of his, leaving him with sogged vision and a numbed tongue. It was yet another thing that made him so much different than his brother because although that man had stamina like no other and knew how to use his cock, he never once ate you out.

Meanwhile Toru couldn’t seem to get enough.

He even left a needy smack to your ass, encouraging you to do as he initially asked of you and ride his face. It wasn’t until his tongue was constantly plunging past your glissading folds that you unconsciously rolled your hips forward and earned a whimper from him in response.

Then the hands on your hips began to tug at you again, not even begging you for more but demanding it now.

You could no longer focus on the way he looked with splashes of your slick spread out on his glasses in nasty droplets since the tip of his nose had bumped up against your clit, and his jaw went slack just to adhere to your drooling nerves.

The sensation made your entire body flinch, but he wouldn’t let you pull up. For the nth time, you were stunned by Toru’s strength.

His tongue was thick and gathering against your pussy, not letting a singular drop of your taste escape his mouth until something light ghosted out of you.

“S-Something feels-, nngh,” Your struggles were just the cutest thing. “Different.” You tried to warn him.

His head tilted slightly and you felt his lips curve against you again as he smiled knowingly. Plucking his mouth away from you for the first time in forever with a wet pop!, Toru let his warm breath pat your quivering hole as he whispered, “It’s supposed to feel different, sweet girl. That’s what happens when you come to the right twin.”

Cocky. You never knew Toru had that in him—must be a trait that runs into family.

Except, it’s not like he was wrong. Once he lathered his tongue back in and sucked on your cunt like it was the only thing keeping him sane, you felt that coiling burn building up inside you. You knew you were gonna squirt despite never experiencing it before.

But it felt like too much, made you feel dirty as you neared that shattering edge. So much so that you tried so hard to snatch yourself away from Toru, whining excessively only for each sound to fall on completely deaf ears.

Your legs had clamped around his head so tight that he was getting lightheaded from his lack of oxygen—not that he cared. He had one singular goal and nothing was gonna stop him from reaching it.

It wasn’t long before it happened as his complimenting moans turned into graveling groans. The sounds vibrated against your pussy and you were tongue-fucked right into something blissful. Bleary white streaks coated your vision and you think you would’ve fallen over if not for the mean grasp he had on you.

Toru had done it, he managed to make you squirt.

By the time your brain feels like it’s functioning enough to hold a conversation, you let your vision come back to you and look down to see his soaked face.

His eyes are dazed whilst they peer up at you, appreciation swirling through his pupils. Those same glasses you’ve managed to squirt over are now crooked and you wonder if that’s from the way you unconsciously started rutting your hips forward just a few minutes ago.

Toru didn’t do anything but pant heavily—his breath stuttering here and there due to how long he went without breathing properly. When he finds the energy to send you another boyish grin, you feel a wave of embarrassment flutter over.

“Shit,” You huff, slowly moving from over his face and then grabbing his glasses.

With his face revealed, you saw how unfairly pretty he was with content written into his skin.

Then he chuckles softly, “You don’t have t’clean those.” Toru tells you, tone mumbled.

You were trying to wipe his glasses off with your shirt but he’d moved his hand to your wrist to stop you.

“I like the mess,” he added.

After which you’re stuck staring at him while he takes the wet glasses out of your hand and puts them back on his face. Surely there’s some hygienic concerns to take into consideration here but he’s not at all worrying about that right now.

Not with the painfully hard cock he’s got twitching in between his legs.

He wasn’t gonna tell you out of fear you’d assume he was some kinda loser (he is) but, not only did he cum half-way through eating you out, he also got hard again when that messy stream came pouring out of you.

Toru’s never made a woman squirt before but he did study enough videos to—clearly—figure out how it’s done. He didn’t think it would work so easily with you since all he had to use was his tongue but considering the way you just-

“Can you do that again?” Your voice hits his ears all of a sudden and his eyes widen.

“W-What?” Toru chokes, “You uh, you want me to make you squirt again?”

You nod and then move to sit back a little, not exactly in his lap but still close enough for your body heat to mingle. Your finger trails down the center of his torso slowly as you speak, “It felt really good. I wanna do it again,” You requested almost innocently. “But, on your cock this time.”

He doesn’t know how he managed not to cum at the sound of that.

Toru knew you were bold, he knew you could be a bit of a ditz at time, but fuck—did you have any idea of the things you were asking for sometimes?

Mustering up that faux confidence from before, he leans up and hums. “Alright, yeah… I can do that.” He thinks. Not that he’ll admit his lack of assuredness to you though. His hands simply move against your body and you hardly realize what’s going on until he’s swooped you up in his arms. “But not here.”

You blink dumbfoundedly, “Why not?”

“I have a better idea.”

——

When he said that, you didn’t think the better idea in question would be having sex in his brother’s room.

You recognized the path there as Toru carried you, felt the familiarity when he laid you down on the bed, and smelled the same scent of Sato lingering around even as Toru tried to distract you with kisses.

It seemed to be surprise after surprise with this man.

“I think after all the times I’ve had to hear the two of you fuck,” Toru’s hands were running down your body—his touch smoother than his brother’s ever were. “It’s only fair that I make you squirt in the same place he never could, right?”

Too many thoughts of sin swirled in your head for you to answer that properly so all you did was nod your head again. Which was yet another thing he found cute.

It’s no wonder Sato kept you to himself all this time.

That realization becomes even clearer by the time Toru’s got his cock freed from his clothing, his pinkish tip dribbling precum down onto your cunt while he gapes at the sight.

With his clothes all gone, you realized that he’d been hiding a ripped body under all those baggy, nerdy-branded tees he wore. His muscles would flex without him even trying and he didn’t even notice how badly you were drooling over him until he stopped looking at your weeping hole and remembered to redirect his gaze up.

Seeing how you’re staring at his abs like you wanted to take a bite out of him, he leaned all the way up and allowed himself to be on full display for you. His cock bobbed with its hardness due to the way you admired him.

He was only reminded again that his brother got this time and time again and was too selfish to share.

What an asshole.

Toru scoffed and let his head cock to the left, peaking down at his length still hanging over your lower abdomen. “Hm,” His hand moved and he began to measure himself in comparison to how deep inside you he’d be within the next few minutes—hand stopping only a few inches short of your belly button. “Does he reach this far?”

You flinched out of your gawking thoughts and moved your attention to where his hand was, gasping at the debauched sight in between your legs.

Truth be told, the fact that they were twins clearly applied to every inch of their bodies. But if you looked hard enough, you could notice that Sato’s is a bit longer while Toru’s has that veining thickness.

To avoid making the man jealous, you shrug and make eye contact with him again, “Put it in and find out.”

Toru laughs dryly and you throb. Something had changed from before. His shyness seemed like it hid itself away considering there was nothing shy about how he wrapped his hand around his cock and then let it slap slap slap! against your swollen folds.

Your body twitched at each slap but what caught his attention most is how your cunt salivated with each one.

“Huh. I think I figured it out,” Toru breathed, his glasses slipping a bit.

Then he guides his dick up to swab around your clit for a couple seconds just to see the way your hips instantly squirm up for more. The smile that drags out across his face is chillingly close to the one Sato wears while he fucks you.

“There it is,” Toru whispers, hauling his cock down and letting his plump tip poke against your hole to feel you clench, and then slide back. “That’s what you like. You like being teased.”

You were so needy that you felt your slick wetly sliding down your skin to pool beneath you, “N-No, I just—“

“Shhh, focus on how this feels, pretty girl.” He instructs. All the shakiness you normally heard in his speech was gone and replaced with something sinfully commanding—yearning only to teach you true pleasure. “See how my cock keeps slipping out? Mmgh,” He repeated his action from before and your hips bucked for more this time, making him huff. “Don’t you want it inside you sooo badly?”

Your hand reached down for him, trying your damndest to angle him into you, “I do. Toru please,” You pleaded delightfully.

His naturally submissive nature leads him to slip an inch in but the dewy warmth of your pussy makes him let out a stuttered gasp. Then he lets his cock slop right out of you with another ringing sound of filth spurring out into the air. His deft cockhead thwacks at your quivering hole again and your eyes roll back.

"Say that again." Toru grunts, slapping your parted folds with his cock again to emphasize his words, "Beg me for it."

Your back arches up off the bed this time and you’ve got the prettiest look of desperation on your face, "Mnh, please?"

Fuck. He was not strong enough to drag this out any longer.

Nor was he ready for how welcoming your cunt is for him. Swallowing him in inch by stretching inch, Toru’s left with a slacked jaw as he finally slides into you. Choking on his own breath, “O-Ohh… Oh fuck.” he pants, “You’re so wet. F-Fuck, were you always this wet? Shit..”

You let off a pleasant string of moans that make his cock twitch wildly inside you before he even makes it halfway in.

Managing a short breath, you smile up at him, “Didn’t know you could curse s’much, Toru.”

He knew right then and there he was fucked.

“G-Gonna cum,” He whimpers as he drops his face down into your neck. The singular utterance of his name is what did it for him.

You thought he was just being dramatic but when you feel velvety ropes of creamy cum flooding into you followed by his throaty grunts against the crook of your neck, you realize he was being everything but.

The man could barely move his hips and all he had to offer you was thick loads in sporadic spurts and whiny groans.

By the time you feel his cum escaping where the two of you are still connected, you’re slow to snort, “…Toru?”

“Shit,” He gasps immediately, “Shitshitshit, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I-I didn’t mean to cum,” His head flies up, white hairs sticking to his forehead from sweat and eyes all wide and apologetic on yours, “I just-, you felt so good. I couldn’t-, fuck. I’m—“

“It’s okay,” You giggle, moving your hands to cup his face, “Just keep goin’.”

“But-,” His eyes travel back and forth between your own as he continues to stare. It takes Toru a long moment to realize he’s… still hard.

With a breathless oh tumbling out of his kiss-bitten lips, he rolls his hips forward and pushes his cum deeper into you as a creamy squelch rings out. “O-Ohh, fuck. That sounds s’nasty...” He murmurs, arousal decorating his expression from the sound.

“Mhm,” You whir, tugging him down to kiss you.

If Sato had good stamina then, as twins, Toru should too, right?

A very intimate mess of his hips rocking down into you carries on with your lips sliding over one another. Unlike his older sibling who typically fucked like his every thrust guaranteed pleasure (it did), Toru moved inside you in the same way his mouth moved over yours—awkward but careful.

The streeeetch from his cock definitely made up for his lack of hurried strokes since his steady pace forced you to feel every prodding inch.

He may not have lasted long inside you without cumming but he was able to bring you to an orgasm of your own, whispering things into your mouth about how perfect you were—how his brother never deserved any of this.

It made your heart feel heavy and your cunt sloppily sang around his cock up until the sound of something dropping made you both gasp.

“What the fuck.” Sato’s voice was heard seething, having dropped the bag he had hanging off of his shoulder.

When Toru pulls away from you and glances back, you manage to move your head enough to catch a glimpse of how Sato stuck was staring at the way his twin was steadily fucking you to gentle tears.

“S-Sato,” You sputtered out, suddenly feeling Toru’s hand move to press down your lower abdomen—tightening the pressure around his cock and making him feel impossibly bigger inside you. “Ohmygod-,” Both men heard the way you choked, “M’gonna cum.”

Only to be interrupted by Toru scoffing, "Not yet. Someone has to teach this guy how to make you squirt, right?"

“No one has to teach me shit,” Sato argued as he fully entered his bedroom.

What a sight—his own brother fucking his favorite girl. Sato never thought he’d see the day, honestly.

Hell, he didn’t even know what to say. The sight of you two wasn’t the worst thing in the world. Toru had his face so it was like seeing himself fuck you. But, y’know, with glasses…

“Clearly someone does,” Toru’s delayed response came after he’d tugged his cock out of you, watching his cum sap out and soil his brother’s bedsheets. “Especially if I was able to do it.”

Rolling his eyes, “Bullshit.” Sato spat without letting his brother’s words register properly. When they finally do, an appalled expression colors over him, “Wait, what? No way, show me.”

Toru moves a hand to scratch the back of his neck, looking off to the side dorkishly, “Uh, we didn’t record it or anything–”

“No, I mean do it again, four eyes.” His older brother clarifies rudely.

You sit up at that. Glancing back and forth between the two for a moment and then settling your eyes onto Sato, “What?”

“I don’t believe him,” Sato huffs as comes to sit on the edge of his bed. Throwing his eyes onto you, “So, if he really made you squirt then surely he has no issue doing it again.”

You blink. “You want him to do that in front of you?”

“I want to see you squirt, period,” He admits, “I don’t care who gets it outta’ you at this point.”

You and Toru then exchange glances before looking at him.

“Well?” Sato scoffs. “If you’re gonna go out of your way to fuck in my bed, don’t stop now that I’m here. Put on a fuckin’ show for me.”

Ever so demanding he was…

——

Not that you or Toru seemed to care.

The next position you end up in is rather… precarious, to say the least.

You thought you were left stretched before but that feeling was utterly pale in comparison to what you felt now. Toru had you bouncing up and down his heavy cock, letting it talk you through every pummeling thrust by leaving sweltering smooches against the deepest crevices of your cunt.

Your maw was left to dangle open and you looked like a true slut in the eyes of the Gojo twins. As one fucked you beyond dumb, the other was sat in front of you with his hands wrapped around his shaft, his palm running up and down that wildly long cock of his as sticky precum glistened out from his tip.

Drool and spit trickled all down your jaw and fell onto the floor below and you couldn’t move in any way to escape Toru’s desperate thrusts.

The sound of sweaty skin slacking and clashing against one another echoed through Sato’s large bedroom whilst he watched and got off to the sight.

Your arms and legs were locked firmly in Toru’s grip and he was just using your pussy to satisfy that swollen ache he’d been dealing with for fuck knows how long now.

The remnants of his cum sobbed downwards and left a messy ring around his base, the pearly color nearly mocking the white happy trail of hair he had.

"Tighter-, hahh.. squeeze around me tighter, please." Toru muttered into your ear, having found himself pussydrunk and slopped. The walls of your pussy narrowed around him and his hips snapped up a little faster, "Good girl, just like that. F-Fuuck... you're gonna make me c-cum." Toru whimpered.

A singular gasp of, "Inside.” from your horribly sore throat makes both him and his brother groan.

"Again? Shiit," Toru sent a bragging smile ahead before bucking his hips up into you faster as if to prove a point. Still talking into your ear, "Y'want me to breed you in front of Sato? Damn, you're sluttier than I thought you'd be."

You feel his weighty balls pounding up against your skin as his cock bullied in deeper, your pussy stretched into the prettiest shape and molded perfectly around him.

Sato couldn’t take his eyes off the errotic sight and his hand moved faster, his own hips thrusting up as he reminisced on that feeling of positioning into you. The man swears he could feel you wrapped around him just from watching his brother handle you.

It was so different to see things from this perspective but fuck was it sexy. Your tits bounced as Toru dragged you up up upp and then let his hips meet you halfway with a needy thrust as he let your body come back down.

"Mmngh, Toru!" You moaned softly.

To which his teeth nipped at your ear, "It's so cute when you say my name like that," He huffs, "Do you like me that much? Hm? Like the way Toru treats this pussy?"

You weakly moved your head in agreement, tears running down your cheeks, "Uhuhh… f-fuuuck, Toru. M’cummin.”

His movements grew faster then, ruder. The plump crown of his cock mashed into that sweet spot of yours over and over and over as if to make the spot his new home—imprint himself there permanently.

Breathing all heavy against you, “S’okay, let it out, sweetheart. Show him what he should be making you do, yeah?”

Sato cums a split second before it actually happens, based on the fact that it was about to happen. Thank god you were too drunk to see it because he’s watching with teary eyes as you squirt all over Toru—his dick slipping out of you because of it and the mess spraying ahead filthily.

Your pussy quivers from the release and you’re whining all through it, the cooing sound of Toru whispering you through your high prominence in your ear. You could barely think, barely breathe because of the intensity of it all.

When you calm down from it, Toru’s still got you in his arms and all you’re left to focus on is Sato’s pouty face as he continues to stroke himself.

“Well, fuck. Look at you,” He spoke hoarsely the moment he noticed your attention on him, his head resting back against his headboard, “Just a whore for some Gojo cock, huh?”

Your head barely bobs in response—far too dazed to answer that with a properly functioning brain.

Sato’s hand squeezes around his tip and his brows furrow, “Yeahhh? Y’liked watching me jerk off like some pathetic loser while I let my brother fuck you?” He hardly waited for another answer out of you before nodding his chin, “Bet you do. Look at that pussy, so fuckin’ wet from this.”

Toru’s easing you down on the bed in between the both of them, puffing, “Unfair of you to keep her all to yourself, Sato.”

Keeping things simple, “I’m willing to share now.”

…

Things should have ended there. Seriously.

But, allas, the hold these two have over you appeared to be much stronger than you thought.

“Wrap those lips around me, baby.” Sato had requested, watching your shaky limbs move in between his legs.

Toru was somewhere behind you, diving his face back into your cunt to… clean the mess he left in there, apparently.

Out of both of them, Toru was definitely the more perverted one—currently eating his own cum out of your cunt after giving you some bullshit excuse about wanting to keep you clean.

All he wanted was to stick his tongue inside you again. You weren’t that dumb.

While you gathered Sato’s cock into your palm and let your lips press into his tip, he hissed as his face twisted up due to sensitivity. Easing a hand onto your head, “Atta girl. Choke on this dick while he cleans you up. Wanna see every inch down that throat.”

His words never failed to leave your cunt soused, a physical reaction of which met Toru’s compliant tongue.

Sato’s bed was a mess of all sorts of fluids—overly due for a washing after all that had taken place thus far. His cock was somewhere in the back of your throat and he felt your moans tremble against him whenever Toru slurped against you just right.

The three of you were lazy with everything by now and the only thing that made the Gojo siblings perk up was when you ended up gifting Toru’s mouth with another raining mess.

Oh, Sato was in awe at the sight all over again. So much so that it’s what caused his next orgasm. He was so dazed by your squirting that he didn’t even bother to ask you to swallow what he’d just unconsciously thrusted into your throat.

Normally that’s his favorite part; watching or asking you to swallow his seed. Yet, he’d missed all of that because seeing his brother’s face smothered in your wetness left him shocked.

“Ohhh, shit. That was more than the first time.” Toru said as he finally pulled himself from in between your legs.

Sato’s ears twitch and he cocks a brow. Daze broke completely, “First time?” he asked. It was clear he still didn’t believe that his geeky, clumsy, and overall awkward sibling made that happen before he walked in.

Toru looks at his brother, “Yeah… More than the first time she squirted.”

Sato stares. “You… You made her squirt before I got here?” Disbelief was evident in his tone.

He chuckles, “You asked me that like it’s hard or something, of course I did.”

You pull yourself up from Sato’s softening cock just in time and give the two slow blinks while transferring your gaze back and forth. Sleepiness wasn’t slow to overcome you.

Sato met your eyes with his pointed ones and puffed all brat-like, “Soooo… you’re gonna do that for only me next time, right?”

There’s not a singular thought inside your head as you blatantly ignore him. Then, you turn over and plop onto the bed to lay down—back facing the two of them.

“Hello?” Sato taps your shoulder and then jokingly adds a comedic, “Chat, am I muted…?”

Toru snorts with a shake of his head, getting out the bed to start cleaning up the mess you three collectively made within the past few hours.

Then, you’re wondering if the roles had reversed for a second when he grumbles, “Fuckin’ loser…”

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