real cool world

“I'm taking you home,” his voice is still tight but it's much softer than when he had been talking to Bruce.

“Okay,” you mumble  and let him wrap an arm around you as he pulls out his grapple. Your arms instinctually wrap around his neck and you get a glance of the Batman slumped with regret.

You don't blame Bruce. Everything He said was true. You knew the risks of the job. You just couldn't understand why Jason was so agitated about the matter. You were hardly even hurt.

It doesn't take long to get to your apartment building. Jason lets you shimmy the window open and slip in before he follows, closing and locking it behind him. He tugs his mask from his face and lets it drop to the ground.

You're about to ask him what the issue was but he's pulling you to the bathroom. A squeak escapes you when he picks you up and sets you on the bathroom counter. He doesn't even react beyond his jaw ticking as he pulls out your first aid kit.

“Jason, I'm fine,” you say gently. He pauses but ultimately ignores your words. You wince at the antiseptic against the cut on your cheek and you watch his jaw clench again.

“What's wrong?” You finally ask rather than try to placate whatever mood he was in. 

Jason scoffs, “what's wrong? What's wrong? You're hurt and you could've died all under Batman's divine code.”

“It's a scrap, Jason,” you huff, “trust me, I've had a lot worse.”

Jason's hands settle on the counter on either side of your hips. You can tell he's biting his tongue and you wish he would just yell at you about being reckless. At least you'd know what he was upset about. 

Instead he goes back to your cut, rubbing a healing ointment across it. You wait, thinking he'll say something, anything but you should know better than to expect that much. 

“Jason,” your stern now and his angry eyes meet yours, “you cut that man's hand off.” It's a statement but the question lingers in the air. Why?

“He touched you,” he starts and you jump in.

“He didn't do anything.”

“He hit you,” he adds and you open your mouth but he talks over you, “he hurt you and he shouldn't have. He deserved to lose that hand.”

“You can drop the act,” you tell him, “you don't have to play at protective boyfriend anymore. No one's around.” You say it like a reminder in case he forgot.

“That's not what this is about,” he grumbles, pushing off the counter to lean against the wall across from you. 

“Then what else could it be about?”

“He shouldn't have touched you,” he reiterated and you want to rip your hair out.

“So what? That shouldn't matter to you. It was part of the job. Shit happens and you make do.” you retort

“You don't get it do you?” Jason's voice suddenly sounds small and it tamps down your brewing anger though not entirely.

“Don’t do this, Jason,” you press a hand to your injury free cheek.

“Do what?” He sounds nearly as defeated as you feel.

“This.” You gesture between you two, “like what we have going on is reason for you to act out brashly. You didn’t have to cut off his hand, don’t use me as your reason to get violent. Our relationship is contractual. It isn’t real.”

“You really are a piece of work, aren’t you?” He scoffs at you before stepping back into your space, cornering you where you're sitting on the counter. 

You're about to bite back but then he’s kissing you. Your eyes widen at the suddenness of it. It wasn’t new, you two had kissed before, all for show of course. This was different. He pulls back and looks you in the eye, hand cradling your jaw.

“Tell me if that wasn’t real.” His voice sits between a goad and a plea. It nearly makes you sick. You shake your head and pull his hand from your face.

“Don't do this, Jason,” you push him away from you and slide off the counter, “I don’t know what's wrong with you but I don’t want any part of it.” You complain as you leave the bathroom and head for your bedroom. Jason follows close behind and you can still feel the residual anger lingering off of him.

“Nothing’s wrong. Maybe I just want to be honest with you.” You outwardly scoff at the notion while you pull more comfortable clothes out for yourself. 

“Just because what we have started as a deal doesn’t mean it’s not real,” he continues to argues.

“Bullshit,” you mutter under your breath. 

You feel agitated with the conversation, with what he's trying to do. It hurts more than anything. He corners you against the dresser when you turn around. You glare up at him.

“Maybe,” he shrugs, “don't you want to find out.” 

There's a beat of silence as you stare at each other, you in agitation and him in cocky question. 

He was right, part of you wondered what it would be like if what you had was real, if you could easily cross an intimate barrier without it messing up your life.

You grab at the collar of his kevlar vest and pull him forward, pressing your lips to his.

“I'm upset,” you pull back to say before pressing back into him with heat. He takes what you give him and returns it, kissing you back hard. 

His hand returns to its early spot on your jaw, tipping your head to deepen the kiss. His other hand curls around your waist to tug you against his body. He pulls back panting against your lips.

“And I'm angry. What about it?”

“What?” You forgot what you said, what had even happened. All you could think about was Jason kissing you the way he was and how he stopped. 

He grins down at you and tugs softly at a strand of hair, “going dumb on me already, babe?”

“No,” you blink at him and remember that you were upset with him, “you shouldn’t call people dumb, Jason. It's mean.” 

“Mean? I think you like it when I get mean,” his head dips into the crook of your neck and you're thankful for it or else he would've seen the flush on your cheeks at the way he clocked you.

Your gratitude is short lived as he starts pressing soft, sweet kisses to your neck. A hard contrast for the way you two had been kissing previously.

“Think you like it when I tell people off, tell them they can't touch what's mine. You like when I hurt them for doing it  anyways.” 

You shiver at the words pressed into your skin and your body slumps slightly. You can feel the hard press of his armor against you and you feel him slowly hardening up in his pants. 

His knee works its way between your legs, prying them apart and he presses up. The hem of your short dress rises with it, revealing more of your thighs. His hand moves from your waist to the meat of your hip, pressing you down on his leg.

Your breath catches and your head tips back. His kissing moves down the column of your throat. When he meets the junction of your neck, he starts sucking a bruise, teething lightly at the area. A quiet sigh leaves you at the pressure.

“You're not upset with me. Right, sweetheart?” He mumbles against your skin.

You try to blink away the haze that was starting to cover your mind. You could not be this easy.

“Just because I like it doesn't make you my boyfriend.” Your words tip into a gasp as his canine digs more into your skin.

He finally pulls back to give you a predator-like grin, “no, of course not. But you want me to fuck you like I am?”

“I don't want you to do anything like your my boyfriend.” You scoff, “cause you're not actually my boyfriend.”

“Semantics,” he shakes his head at you, “So what? You want me to fuck you like a stranger then? Use you the way I want, yeah?”

You gap at his crude way he speaks but your thighs press against his and your hips shift on their own. He openly laughs at you, a dark thing that makes your body want to grind down on the thigh neutrally placed between your legs.

“Oh, I should've known,” he says lowly as his hand moves from your jaw to press against your collar, thumb swiping across your throat like a threat, or a promise, “pretty little thing like you would be a slut.”

You flush in an instant, body warming and you can feel yourself clench around nothing.

“You're such a jerk,” you say weakly before tugging him back to kiss you. It's soft like the kisses to your neck and his hands are no longer pushing or pressing. You feel confused about it.

“On your knees,” he says when he pulls back and you're startled by the demand. He must sense your surprise because his hands leave you to hover instead and his voice neutralizes, “unless you don't want to.”

You squint at him over the remark, over his actions. You were so confused. Was he angry or just horny? was he trying make this real relationship or did he want to fuck and be done?

“Jason,” you steady yourself as you say his name and his leg slips from between yours. You keep a hand on him so he doesn't bolt.

“What do you want? And please be honest with me. If you're angry with Bruce, the universe or whatever and you're trying to blow off steam, that's fine but I need you to tell me if that's what this is.”

“It's not and it is,” he starts.

“Jason,” you say his name in scold. His hands come up to hold at your arms, bordering the line between gentle and harsh.

“Let me finish, okay?” You nod in concession and he continues, “I am angry and I do wanna blow off steam but I don't actually want to just use you, sweetheart. I care about you, you hear me?”

You can hear the vulnerability in his voice, the way he wants you to understand, and you can hear the residual anger on the edge of it. You want to ask about it because you still don't know what he’s upset about. But he’s got you all worked up now.

“Don’t leave,” you tell him, “in the morning or when we're done. We have to talk about this, us. Okay?”

He hesitates and a look of surprise crosses his face, like he didn't think you would okay any of this. He nods, “Okay.”

“Promise me, Jason Todd.” 

“I promise I won’t disappear,” he confirms.

“Good,” you murmur. Your hands grab his and you drag them back to where they had been before, “I like when you touch me and I like when you're a little mean. It’s okay.”

“Yeah?” He steps back close, his hands pressing firmly. You nod as he leans back in and kisses you again. It starts soft, a thank you without words but it doesn't take long for it to amp back up, tongues sliding against each other. His hand at your hips slips down to palm at your ass, pressing you against him and dragging your dress up slightly. He groans, teeth nipping at your bottom lip as he pulls away from you. He gives you a meaningful look and you tilt your head at it in question.

“On your knees,” he repeats his earlier words. He watches you instead of asking if you were okay with it this time. You smile at him and watch him visibly relax. 

You nod and slowly sink down, back dragging slightly against the dresser, until you're face to face with the swelling bulge in his pants. You look up and, boy, is that a sight.

Jason stares down at you, eyes previously filled with anger slowly being filled with lust. His hands grip at the top of the dresser like he's trying to stabilize himself.

You stare at him and stare at him. He doesn't say anything, no further instruction beyond, getting on your knees. You know there's an implication of what he wants you to do, your eye level with the thing, but really he should be clearer.

You spread your knees wider and wider til they hit the edge of his boots. He finally blinks, eyes dropping to your spread legs but he still doesn't say anything. 

You press your hands into your thighs, slowly dragging up. One hand moves up to your stomach and then to your boob. You squeeze at it lightly.

Your other hand slips between your legs. You palm at your own cunt and then let your fingers find your clit over the fabric of your panties. 

You make a show of it, head tipping back against the dress, back arching and your hips shifting forward against your hand. You let out a sigh and close your eyes, hoping that'll goad him. You lose yourself in it for a moment, enjoying the feeling. 

You freeze at the hand wrapping around your throat, nothing tight but enough that you notice. You open your eyes to find Jason squatting in front of you.

“You're such a brat,” he murmurs and it has you pressing down on your clit, another sigh leaving you.

“Am not,” you complain as his free hand pulls your hand from between your legs. He squeezes a little more at your throat and you pout at him instead of saying more. 

With no more commentary from you he lets go of you and stands. He starts undoing his pants. As you watch, you let your hand. slip back between your legs.

“Don’t,” he snaps sternly and your hand pauses before it can make a landing anywhere, “hands behind your back, sweetheart. Can't trust you not to touch when you're not supposed to.”

“But-” 

“Come on, be a good little brat for me and listen. If I need to punish you, I'm going to make it hurt." His words are dark and heavy and you remind yourself that he was angry. It makes your tummy flutter anyway. You listen to him, arms moving behind your back. You still pout though.

He finishes undoing his pants and then tugs them done enough for him to pull his cock out. He squeezes at the base of it and strokes up, a spurt of precum leaking out. He was thick and you could already feel the ache in your jaw. 

He steps forward, trapping you back against the dresser again, towering over you. He lightly taps the pink tip of him against your lips.

“You know what I want. Be good for me, yeah?” 

You slip your tongue out slightly from your lips to lick at the tip of him, the salty taste spreading there. You hear him take a shaky breath, hips shifting forward slightly. 

You let him push in past your lips, mouth opening wide. You close your eyes for a moment, feeling the weight of him in your mouth. A hand combs through your hair gently and he slowly uses it to pin your head against the dresser. You open your eyes and look up at him, mouth full of him.

“There she is. Enjoying yourself?” He asks. You hum at the question. He moans quietly and slips more into your mouth. You can feel him just on the edge of your throat and you fight the urge to gag.

“Then suck. You're wet and warm but I need a little something more than that.” He tells you, hand tightening your hair before releasing entirely. He pulls back until only the tip of his cock sits in your mouth. 

You tighten  your lips around him and do as he asked , sucking and hollowing your cheeks. You bob your head slightly with the motion.

“Shit, that's it,” he mumbles and you're not too sure he's talking to you. You peek up to watch him. His hand holds the dresser tightly again. His other hand, you realize, hovers by your head. Your eyes track his face as you sink more of him into your mouth. 

You watch him bite down on his lips, feel the twitch of his hips. Everything held back. You’d pout about it if you could. You hum around him again and his hips jump forward.

You can't fight the suddenness of it and you gag as he presses into your mouth. Your hands leave your back to clamp down on his thighs. He pulls out of your mouth and you gasp, swallowing down the gag sensation. 

“Sorry, sorry. I didn't mean to.” Jason rushes out his hand slips to cradle your jaw tipping your head up, “you okay?”

You wipe at the drool on your chin and blink back the wetness in your tear line, “I'm okay, just startled me.” 

“I'm really sorry,” Jason repeats and you laugh because only Jason Todd would apologize after you willingly sucked him off.

“Jason, I'm okay, really. I kind of liked it, I think.” His thumb that was stroking at your cheek stops and you flush at your own admittance. It was true. You had felt it low in your belly, cunt clenching at the intrusion to your throat.

“You're insane,” he mutters under his breath and you would've believed he felt that way if you didn't watch his dick twitch at your words. 

“I'm being vulnerable with you and you call me insane. I can't believe you,” you playfully scoff. 

He rolls his eyes, “still a brat.”

“I'm not a -” a startled noise leaves you as he suddenly picks you up off the ground and over his shoulder. You yelp when he smacks a firm hand against your ass.

“You are a brat,” he drops you on the bed with a bounce. He leans toward your face, noses nearly touching, “a cute one though.” 

You lean the slightest bit forward waiting for a kiss but then he pulls away. You press forward more, trying to follow him and he pushes you back with a hand to your shoulder. He grins at you as he does so, a salacious thing that makes you squirm.

“Do me a favor, sweetheart, take your clothes off.” He tells you. He pauses for a moment and you nod. He moves to finally take off all of his gear. Instead of listening, you watch as piece by piece, the Red Hood disappears and you stare at Jason Todd. 

It's as he pushes down his pants, now entirely naked for your viewing pleasure that he turns to you, still fully clothed. 

“I know you're a bad listener sometimes but this is starting to get excessive.” He chides.

“You didn't kiss me and I just wanted to watch. You're so hot, Jason.” It's Jason's turn to blush. The sensual red on his cheeks turns to an embarrassed flush creeping up his ears and down his chest.

Instead of saying anything, he steps forward to kiss you where you sit on the bed. A pleased hum leaves you as you kiss him back in spite of the odd arch of your neck. 

His hands land on your shoulders and slide down your arms. He pauses the kiss to tug you to stand. You let one hand press against his scarred chest and the other slips up and into his hair, pulling him back in for a kiss.

The kiss warms you as does his wandering hands, down you body, squeezing at your waist and you ass again. Then they move down to the hem of your dress. He smooths up, hands pressing intentional at the skin underneath. He breaks the kiss to pull the slip like fabric off of you and then he takes a step back.

“Lace?” he asks as he eyes you. You shift on your feet suddenly understanding the way his skin flushed when you stared. 

“It was a nightclub dress, so I wore nightclub underwear.” You mumble. 

“Nightclub underwear? What does that mean?” He laughs under his breath and makes you reach to smack at his arm.

He grabs your hand before it makes an impact and uses it to spin you around and press you against him. You can feel his cock pressing against the lace on your bum.

“Is it because you wore a slutty dress so you have to wear slutty underwear too?” He breaths into your ear as he presses a firm hand to your belly to make it easier for him to grind against you. His other hand presses against your ribs just under your bra.

“It's not slutty underwear, Jay.” You try to complain but the mass of his arms and hands around you make it hard for the words to be stable. 

“Not slutty,” he scoffs. His hand from your rib moves up and pinches at the lace and the skin underneath, “I can see right through it.” 

Your breath hitches at the pinch, chest arching just slightly. Your head tips back to lay against his shoulder. He takes the opportunity to mouth at the skin of your neck. His fingers halt their pinching and his entire hand squeezes at your boob. 

“It's okay, sweetheart. Makes it easy to sneak a peek.” He breathes against your skin. His hand on your low belly slips down under the waistband Of you underwear. 

You wrap your hand around his wrist, not pushing or pulling, just holding onto something. His hand slips lower, skimming over your clit to press his finger into your folds.

“Baby, I haven't even touched you and you’re already wet. Choking on dick really got you going, huh?” he chuckles against your ear.

“Shut up,” you whine out as his finger gather slick and presses it against your clit. He moves in slow circles. His hand that was groping at your tit slips under the lace to pinch at your nipple and you twitch in his hold.

“Oh, that was threatening,” he condescendingly coos at you. His foot slips between your legs and kicks them wider.

“What're you-” you cut your self off as he slips his finger down and up into your cunt, you clench around it.

“Gotta get you ready, sweetheart,” he kisses at your cheek and you jaw a gently thing that doesn't match the way his finger fucks up into you, “don't want to hurt you when I finally sink into you.”

Your hand tightens around his wrist as he presses a second thick finger in with his other and the rest of you sags against his chest at the stretch.

“You'd probably be into that, though,” his hand moves to your other boob, pinching hard at the nipple hidden under the lace and you wished he would just take your bra off. 

“Why do- do you think that?” You manage out, breath panting. 

“Wouldn't you like to know.” The teasing tone makes you giggle in spite of the way he has you and you can feel him smile against your neck. His hands slow, no longer pinching at your nipple, hand gently pressing against your chest instead. 

“I like the way you laugh,” he murmurs and presses a gentle kiss to your neck and you think he's not so angry anymore.

“You literally have your fingers stuffed inside of me.” You say lightly and you grind down slightly against his hand and inadvertently against his cock pressed against you. He whimpers and presses his nose to your neck where he had previously kissed. 

“Can't I just compliment you?” He mumbles as his fingers slip from your cunt. You clench at the emptiness. 

“Thought you were fucking me like a stranger cause a pretty little thing like me would be a slut,” you repeat his earlier words using quotation marks with one hand. 

“Jesus, what did I get into with you?” He mutters and you go to laugh again. It dies in your throat when he pushes your top half forward. you catch yourself with your hands before you face plant into the bed. 

He tugs down your underwear and you press your thighs together at the sudden exposure of your sex. Jason clicks his tongue. His hands press into the skin of your ass and he uses his thumbs to spread your lower lips. 

“Don't get shy now, sweetheart.” he tells you darkly. 

You wish you could see him but the low lighting in the room makes it hard no matter how you crane your neck. A gasp leaves you suddenly at drip of warm wetness slipping down your cunt.

 One of his hand leaves your ass and you feel his head of his cock press into you. He swipes across your cunt and to your clit, spreading your slick around. Your fingers tightening into the comforter and you attempt to wiggle your hips back against him. His other hand finally leaves your ass to hold at your hip, stalling your shifting.

“Easy, babe. I'm getting there.” You open your mouth to tell him off because now he's just teasing you. 

A choked gasp leaves your parted lips instead as he presses just the head of him into your cunt.  A groan leaves him as he pushes in more only to pull all the way back out again. the thumb of the hand holding your hip presses soothing circles into your skin. 

He presses his chest against your back when he leans into your ear, “gotta relax, sweetheart. Let me in.” He kisses at your shoulder as he stands back up again. 

He notches his cock at your entrance and pushes the slightest bit in again. His free hand slips under your hip and presses light circles into your clit. You sigh at the touch and the stretch as he pushes more and more into you. 

“That's it. Your doing good,” he mumbles, “my sweet girl doing such a good job.” His praises have you squeezing your eyes shut . 

It’s when he gives your clit a particularly harsh swipe and he slides in completely, his hips pressed to your ass, that your arms give and you face plant entirely. A hiss escapes you and your body tenses at the sudden pain from your injured cheek hitting fabric. Jason stops all of his movement.

“What's wrong?” He asks as he pulls back  and you gather in your mind that he thinks he’s hurt you, pressed into you too quickly. You manage to turn your head to your uninjured cheek and bring a hand up to his at your hip.

“I'm fine!” your words come out in a mewling sound due to the feeling of him sliding out of you. You puff out a breath of air, “please don't pull out, Jason. It was just my cheek. I laid on the wrong one.” You manage to explain and he stills his moving, nearly completely out of you.

“Shit, I thought I hurt you sweetheart.” He breathes out and you can hear the worry in his tone.

“No, it's just- well your so fucking thick. arms gave out.” You admit. His hands tighten again and he pushes all the back into you, splitting you open. You claw at the blanket and whimper at the fullness of him.

He leans back over you again and you swear you can feel him even deeper. Your body can't decide if it wants to press back against him more or crawl away, hips twitching at the pressure.

“Sorry, baby,” he kisses your neck and shoulder, “I should've accommodated for you.”

You only have the wits to mumble out, “huh?” before he’s pulling back up and taking you with him. His hand presses at your chest below your throat like he had before, back arching from how he holds you. His other hand stays at your clit, rubbing at it lightly. The new arch of your back, the stretch of him and the press of his fingers has you moaning quietly.

He pulls out of you barely and uses the leverage he has on you to fuck back into you. You cry out and, with nothing to hold on to, your hands latch on to his forearms. He repeats it over and over, strokes pressed into you harder and harder.

The air smells of sex, your bodies sweaty and you feel slick making a mess of your thighs. You can hear Jason, quiet against the back of your shoulder, moaning and mumbling things you can’t make out.

A broiling heat grows low in your belly. You press your hand down Jason's forearm to meet his fingers pressing against your clit. You feel him hum against your skin as you move his fingers the way you want them.

“Stuffed full of cock and still a brat about getting what you want,” he says weakly pressing his forehead against the back of your neck. You can tell he's trying to keep up his facade of anger and possessiveness but falls flat. 

His hand slides, intentional or not, you're unsure, up from your chest to your throat holding you there. Your cunt clenches around him and you feel his thrusts stutter. 

“Fuck,” he drags his nose up the back of your neck, “need you to touch yourself, please. Touch those pretty tit's for me.” You can’t tell if it's a request or a demand but how were you supposed to argue with that, especially when his hand tightens lightly around your throat in a way that makes you keen.

You keep your hand pressed to his at you clit but drop the other to your breast, dragging the lace cup down and squeezing at it. As you move to pinch at your nipple, Jason sinks his teeth into the meat of your shoulder, harder enough to bruise your skin. It stings but it tips you over the edge you hadn’t realized you were teetering on.

A gasped moan escapes you at the suddenness of it. Your entire body tightens, your cunt, your hands, and your knees give out . You're sure if Jason hadn’t already had his hands on you, you would have collapsed. Jason doesn’t stop thrusting into you, doesn't stop stroking your clit despite the way you claw at his hand. It’s only when you start twitching, body jerk against his touch that he lets up.

He stills to a stop inside you, still thick and pulsing. His hands ease from sensitive areas to gently lower you down on the bed. It’s only once he's pulled out and is gently manhandling onto your back that you hear him speaking to you.

“You're okay, sweetheart. Did so good. Came so pretty. Could listen to your sounds all the time…” and he keeps going, sweet nothings whispered against your skin as you settle onto the bed, bra quickly discarded.

His hands massage your body, mostly at your hips where you can still the imprint of his hand gripping you. It's when he sits back on his knees,  to apparently inspect you based on how he’s looking, that you notice that he’s still hard.

“Jason?” You say, reaching a hand for him, even though you feel like a wet noodle. He takes your hand and playfully swings your hand back and forth. You barely have the energy to laugh at childish motion.

“You’re still- you can keep going,” you breathe out because while you can barely feel your legs you'd happily let him sink back into you just to feel the stretch, “if you want to, of course.” You add quietly, splaying your legs slightly. His eyes dropped to your heated center between your legs and you think he gets distracted though you don't have to be a mind reader when his cock does the talking for him.

He shifts, hands gently pushing your legs wider before meeting your eye, “You're sure?” 

You nod at his concern, pressing yourself more into the bed and closing your eyes. You feel him move again to hover over you, the heat of his skin radiating into yours. You feel him guide himself back in and push in slowly. A weak sound leaves you and your hips twitch but your body eases into the stretch much easier the second time around. 

Hips pressed together, you wait for him to move, to get himself off so you two can go to sleep. He surprises you instead, pressing tender kisses to your cheek. He stays there, soft and slow, pulling away just a breath to move lower to the edge of your lips. One of his hands gently drags your knee to sit on his hip and he caresses your thigh from there. 

His hips finally move and instead of a dragging thrust like you expected he just grinds against you, his pelvic bone pressing against your clit. Your back arches at the sensation, hands grappling for his shoulders. His kisses move to the junction of your jaw and your neck, still soft.

“Thank you, sweetheart,” he murmurs against your ear before he continues kissing your skin like you're something precious. You twitch with each grind his hips, cunt fluttering at sensation as he presses his weight atop, burying his face into your neck.

“So close, baby, so good .” You barely hear as his grinds turn into short thrusts. Your nails digging into his shoulders while his kisses against your skin turn wet and sloppy.

He gives one finally thrust back into you and moans, his hands dimpling into your skin. You feel the warmth of him seeping into you as he settles atop you, a steady weight.

You slump as he stops moving the stimulation ceasing. You feel hazy but not lost. You can feel Jason, warm and heavy on top of you. It grounds you in a way you hadn't anticipated.

The hands that you had scratched at his back and shoulders with slides into his hair, twirling the sweaty locks between your fingers while you listen to his breath, slow and steady.

Your mind drops at the warm soft atmosphere, a sleepiness creeping into your mind. You would probably fall asleep if Jason wasn't starting to become uncomfortably heavy in his position atop you and still inside of you.

“Jason?” You voice weakly as you card your hands through his hair. You feel more than hear his hum against the skin of your collar.

“Too much?” You say it like a statement and a question rolled into one, unsure if that's the phrase you're looking for. Your hips ached from where they were pinned open by him and you feel a seated stickiness where you two meet.

He shifts up in his forearms to look down at you. You wish this was yours all the time. That Jason wouldn't get so lost in his own turmoil and just say what he wanted to say to you.

“Did I go too far?” He asks, “I didn't hurt you, did i?” 

You lazily smile at his worried tone, “I feel great. Just couldn't breath and sticky.”

He blinks down at you and you wait for the salacious comment you're sure he's going to make. You wait for his crooked smirk and ego that you hate to admit your into sometimes.

He surprises you, leaning down and pressing the softest, sweetest kiss you think you've ever received to your lips. Once, twice, three  times before he's moving backwards, cock sliding out of you. 

You whine, thighs twitching at the emptiness that follows. You can feel yourself clenching at the feeling, can feel the ooze of his cum leaving you. It makes you fluster despite the way he had you a few minutes prior.

Jason kisses at the skin of your rib, lower than you thought he'd be with your eyes closed and then kisses at your hip. Your thighs twitching closed at his southward movement.

“Easy, babe,” he says, keeping your knees apart. You feel his fingers slip through your folds collecting the leaking fluid only to bring them up to your clit. Your whole body jerks at the sensation, too much and not enough all at once.

“Jason,” you whimper in complaint and he just coos at you, rubbing circles into your clit til your panting again. An edge of warmth works its way up your spin and you dig your hands into the sheets.

You make the mistake of opening your eyes to look at him again expecting a cocky grin at how easily he's working you back up.

It's not there. No, instead you find something near reverent as he stares at you and it makes you squirm more than his hands on you. You close your eyes again and throw your arm over them for good measure to hide from his affectionate gaze. 

He takes it as a challenge, wiping up more cum to press against your clit. It has you keening, hips pressing up against his hand. His lips return to your skin moving back up to your breasts. He breathes across your nipple and your back arches, chasing him.

“Jay, please,” you beg as you feel your orgasm creep closer and closer. You feel it then, the barest hint of that stupid smirk against your skin. He envelops your nipple with his mouth, free hand coming to grasp at your other breast.  

He sucks lightly and you feel your legs begin to shake. He presses harder against your clit and his teeth make an appearance, skimming your nipple. You gasp a choked cry from your throat as your body curls in on itself and away from the stimulation as you cum, stars shining in your eyes.

Jason eases his touching, pressing kisses to your skin wherever he could reach, “sorry, just need another from you. Did so good, you sound so pretty.”

You shiver at his affection, a harsh change from the way the evening had started but you don't hate it. The warmth of him leaves and you don't have it in you to open your eyes or move your arm.

It's after a minute of silence and finally coming back down from your high that you gather yourself. Your body aches as you sit up to look around the dark room. 

“Jason?” Your voice sounds a little hoarse and entirely too weak for your liking. 

“Jason?” You try again, stronger, as you pull your sheets to cover your rapidly cooling body.

 A heaviness settles over your body. Maybe Jason hadn't meant what he said. Maybe he just wanted sex to cool his anger and be done. Maybe he didn't keep his promises. 

Your thoughts pause when you hear movement through the open doorway. Your eyes make out the shape of Jason In the dim, a hunched over look that you knew he got when he felt out of place. Something you were used to seeing when the bats gather as civilians.

He pauses at the edge of your bed once he sees you. His flickered down to your now covered body. 

“I, uh, i got a bath running for you, unless you want to just sleep or you know it's whatever.” He stumbles over his words and the sudden nervousness of Jason Todd makes you laugh. Like he hadn't just dicked you down ten minutes ago.

“A bath would be nice,” you say after you watch his features droop a little from your laughing, “I don't think I can walk though. Need a big strong man to carry me.” You flop back on the bed, wincing at the pressure of your thighs.

“That's pretty anti feminist of you,” he playfully chides as he pulls the sheet from your body and tucks his arms under you.

You gawk at him as he lifts you up. A startled laugh leaves you, “what?”

He laughs at your reaction, fingers digging playfully at your ribs where he holds you.

“I'm kidding, sweetheart,” he noses at your hair and presses a kiss there. You're starting to like this quiet affection from Jason. Not a show for anyone else but the both of you.

It's only once he's eased you into the still filling tub and stepped back that you realize he's found his boxers.

“You're not going to join me?” you ask timidly, eyeing him. He smiles at you and squats down, pushing your sweaty hair from your face and tucking it behind your ear. 

“Bathtubs a little small, don't you think?” Your eyes close at the touch of his hand but you pout at his words.

“You really gonna let that stop you?” You goad and slide an eye open to see if you've tempted him enough. He catches you and grins, cheeks dimpling.

“Well when you put it like that.” He rolls his eyes but complies with your request. 

You slide forward in the tub as he steps out of his boxers and sits in the water behind you. You promptly turn off the water spout, not needing more with Jason's added body mass. 

Jason's wet hand creeps up your spin and you take it as a sign to settle back against his chest between his thighs. His knees sit above the water on either side of you and you use them as an armrest as you settle your head against his clavicle.

One of his hands settles on the edge of the tub and the other, against your belly, massaging the skin lightly. You close your eyes enjoying the warmth, the steam and Jason.

“Are you still angry?” You ask, remembering the drastic change from the beginning of the evening versus now. His hand pauses on your skin but his fingers tap like he's thinking.

“I wasn't angry,” he admits quietly, “I was scared.” He stops there and you don't push. You'd have to talk about it either now or in the morning.

After a moment of silence, he continues, “I was scared you'd get hurt or worse and you'd never know…” he trails off and you take his hand at your stomach squeezing at his fingers.

“It's okay, I know. You don't fake the way you look at me, Jason.” You tell him, you tip your head to the side trying to meet his eye. He squeezes your fingers back and brings his other hand up to cradle your jaw. 

“That's a cheap shot.”

You snort at the comment, “I don't fake the way I look at you either.” You press up to kiss where you can at his jaw.

“Oh really? You like me or something?” He teases hands shifting to hug you. He tips his head to kiss your forehead. 

“Don't be mean to me,” you breathe and it makes his arms tighten.

“I thought you liked that.” He coos against your skin.

“Not right now, handsome. Be sweet to me” you murmur, eyes sliding shut. 

His thumb presses into your shoulder, rubbing soothingly, “okay, sweetheart, I can do that too.”

****

Masterlist

"Come on, baby. You can give me one more." Jason groaned, his hips snapping into you at a merciless pace. You cried out as your back arched off of the bed. He had already fucked you through two orgasms. "You can cum for me one more time, pretty girl." His hands came down to play with your clit, matching the pace of his thrusts.

Your hands gripped his biceps, nails digging into his flesh, which only caused him to groan louder and pick up his pace. You felt a knot tighten low in your stomach, your climax finally reaching its peak. "Oh fuck, Jay-" your sentence was cut off by your own moan as you saw stars, your thighs trembling.

"That's it, sweet girl. Give it to me." He growled as he fucked you roughly, his fingers pinching your clit. You cried out as you came, soaking his cock, back arching off of the bed. He fucked you through your orgasm before thrusting into you with one more brutal thrust. He stilled inside of you, filling you with his cum. He rested his forehead against yours and smiled down at you. "You did so well. You were such a good girl for me." He said softly as he planted a gentle kiss to your lips.

He slowly pulled out of you and collapsed onto the mattress beside you. You hummed contently as he pulled you into his arms, kissing your head softly and gently caressing your back. You rested your head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat. "The food is probably cold now." You mumbled into his chest.

Jason chuckled softly as he brushed a few strands of hair out of your face. "We can always heat up the food again. You come first." He kissed your forehead lovingly. "Although I hope you know I'm going to be using those coupons every chance that I get."

Three days later

It turned out Jason was not kidding about using the coupons at every given opportunity.

You walked into the kitchen and froze when you saw the current state of the room. The room that you just cleaned yesterday. A trail of black engine grease and muddy boot prints led straight from the front door, into the kitchen, around the island, and to the fridge that Jason was currently rummaging through.

"Jason Peter Todd." You said, your voice dangerously low as you put your hands on your hips.

He froze, a carton of milk halfway to his mouth. He slowly turned toward you, his eyes darting to the messy floors, the engine grease streaks on the island and fridge door, before his gaze flicked to your furious expression. A sheepish grin immediately tugged at his lips, his free hand rubbing the back of his neck which only made him messier with engine grease. " Hey there, pretty girl. Did I tell you that you look beautiful today?"

"Do not 'pretty girl' me, Jason!" You snapped, waving you hand around the space. "I spend hours cleaning the house yesterday! You know that if you're working on your motorcycle that you have to make sure that you don't track a mess into the house." You huffed, running a hand through your hair.

He set the milk carton down as he closed the fridge door before putting his hands up in mock surrender. "I know sweetheart, I know." He sighed as he stepped toward you. "I'm really sorry. I just got distracted and-"

"Save it." You huffed as you crossed your arms over your chest and narrowed your eyes at him. "You're cleaning up this whole kitchen. Every inch of it. And you're cleaning up the mess that you left at the front door."

Jason didn't look worried, instead he smirked as he made his way over to you. He reached into his back pocket, his fingers retrieving a slightly crumpled piece of construction paper. "Yeah, I don't think so."

"Jason-"

Before you could lecture him further, he stepped into your space fully. Your breath hitched, eyes widening slightly as he held up the small piece of construction paper between the two of you, the paper pinched between his forefinger and middle finger. He slowly slid the paper right down the center of your chest, slipping it right between your tits. He tapped the paper with his finger one more time, looking down at where it was nestled between your tits, before meeting your gaze again with a smirk.

"If I remember correctly, the terms and conditions state that this is legally binding." He murmured as he gestured to the paper. "And you know me, I'm a stickler for rules." He grinned.

Your face flushed as you tore the paper out from between your cleavage before looking down at it, recognizing the handwriting as your own.

'Good for: Getting out of one argument free (no questions asked).'

"You are the absolute worst!" You said, a laugh threatening to break through your annoyance. "That is cheating. And highly inappropriate!"

"It's strategy." Jason corrected, leaning down to press his lips against yours softly. "Are you gonna honor the terms of the voucher, pretty girl, or do I need to call management?" He asked, a playful smirk tilting his lips.

You playfully flicked his forehead as you finally let out the laugh that you had been holding back. "Management says you're an idiot, Todd. Fine, you win. The argument is over."

"Good girl." He chuckled, leaning down to steal another quick kiss from your lips and butterflies flew in your stomach from the pet name.

You tossed the coupon onto the kitchen island. "I'm still not going to clean up your mess though. You're an adult man, you can clean it yourself."

"Who said anything about you cleaning it?" He asked, already walking over to the closet where you kept the cleaning supplies. He pulled out a mop, floor cleaner, and some cleaner and wipes for the counter and fridge. "I only used the coupon to save myself from a lecture. I was just fucking with you when I said I wasn't going to clean it. Of course I'm going to clean up my mess. I'm not a fucking slob."

He walked back over, tossing an extra rag your way. You caught it against your chest and corked a brow.

"Tell you what," Jason said, crowding you against the counter. "You sit your pretty ass on the counter and look cute, and I'll clean all this shit up. Deal?"

"And the rag?" You asked, gesturing to the cloth in your hand.

His eyes darkened playfully as he leaned in, lips brushing the shell of your ear. "That's for me after I'm done. You're gonna help me clean all this grease off myself." He nipped at your ear gently which made you gasp before hoisting you up onto the clean part of the counter. "Now just stay here and look pretty, daddy's got cleaning to do."

You cringed and playfully smacked him with the rag. "Never call yourself 'daddy' again please." He barked out a laugh in response as he began to clean up.

One week later

You were in the bed room, a pile of laundry in front of you on the mattress. You were currently losing a war to a fitted sheet, the sheet testing your patience. As you attempted to fold it, you herd Jason enter the room.

You turned your head to see him leaning against the door frame in nothing but a pair of grey sweatpants that hung low on his hips. His hair was messy, some strands falling over his eyes and his arms were crossed over his naked chest. You watched as his eyes slowly roamed over your body, his gaze growing dark and hungry.

He didn't say a word as he walked over to you, coming to stand right behind you. He dropped a piece of paper onto the sheet that you were currently wrestling with. You blinked as you looked down at the paper. Once again the handwriting was your own.

'Good for: One quickie anytime.'

"Jay," you giggled softly, your cheeks flushing from the way he was eyeing you. "Right now? I'm in the middle of folding the laundry."

"The coupon says anytime, pretty girl." He murmured as he kissed the spot just below your ear. You whimpered softly as you tilted your head. He spun you around to face him before lifting you up and placing you on top of the dresser. You gasped as he tugged your thin cotton shorts down your legs, tugging your panties down next.

"Jason-" you gasped, your hands flying to his shoulders, nails digging into his skin.

"The laundry can wait." He growled as he shoved your shirt up, pleased to find that you weren't wearing a bra under your t-shirt. "I need you, right now." His lips crashed down against yours, the kiss rough and heated. Your hands slid from his shoulders to threat through his hair, lightly tugging on the strands.

He broke the kiss only to lean down and capture one of your hardened nipples in his mouth. You gasped, your back arching, fingers tugging at his hair a little harsher now as he bit down on your nipple lightly. His free hand came up your side to palm your other breast, his thumb and forefinger twisting and tugging.

You whined a little when he pulled away. "Fuck, you're so pretty when you make those little noises." Jason murmured as he tugged his sweatpants and boxers down. You immediately wrapped your hand around his cock, pumping it a few times. "Fuck baby," he groaned a little before pulling your hand away. "If you keep stroking me like that then I'll end up coming right here, and I wan to cum inside of you."

You spread your legs wider as he positioned himself between your thighs. He slapped the head of his cock against your clit a couple of times before lining himself up with your entrance. He bottomed out with one rough thrust. You moaned as your head fell back but Jason tsked and snapped his fingers. "Eyes on me, pretty girl. Look at me when I fuck you."

You lifted your head and opened your eyes, meeting his hungry gaze with one of your own. He slowly pulled out before thrusting into you again roughly. You let out a sharp gasp, your jaw dropping. He growled a little as he set a rough pace, slamming into your cunt over and over again. You moaned his name as you pulled your left leg closer to your chest to give him better access to you, using your free arm to hold yourself up on your elbow.

"You feel that, pretty girl?" Jason said in a rough, gravelly voice as his hand pressed down on your stomach, pressing down on the bulge there. "Feel my cock deep inside of you?" You nodded frantically as you moaned louder. He slid his hand up your stomach, up your chest, and your throat until he reached your mouth, shoving two of his digits inside. "Suck on my fingers."

You did as you were told, wrapping your lips around his forefinger and middle finger, swirling your tongue around them as you sucked. He looked down at where the two of you were joined, watching as his cock disappeared inside of your pussy. "Fuck, this pretty little pussy takes my cock so well. Like she was made for it. You're such a good girl for me."

You moaned around his fingers as your hand left your thigh to play with you clit, toying with it at the same pace that Jason was fucking you at. He groaned as he watched you play with yourself. "That's it," he murmured. "Play with that needy little clit and make yourself cum on my cock."

You whimpered as you rubbed your clit faster. You could feel your climax building up inside of you, the knot in your stomach growing tighter and tighter until it finally snapped. Jason pulled his fingers out of your mouth as you cried out, your head tilting back. "What did I say?" He growled as he grabbed your jaw, yanking your head up again so you were looking at him. "Look at me."

You sobbed from the pleasure, your pussy clenching around his length as you came all over his cock. "Fuck, good girl. Good fucking girl." He growled as he fucked into you mercilessly. "Gonna fill this pretty cunt up with my cum. Make sure you're dripping my cum for the rest of the day." His hips stuttered before he slammed into you one more time, groaning out a curse as he came inside of you.

He slowly pulled out, reaching his hand out to wipe away at stray tears. "Such a good girl. You always make me feel so good. I'm so proud of you, baby." He said softly as he kissed your lips gently.

Two months later

You were on the couch watching tv and waiting for Jason to come home from patrol. Some trashy reality tv show droned on in the background as you herd the front door open. You watched as Jason stepped inside, kicking his boots off by the door before removing his helmet.

"How was patrol?" You softly asked as Jason shrugged off his leather jacket, placing his helmet on the kitchen island and hanging his jacket over the back of a chair. He didn't say a word, just walked over to you, pulling a piece of paper out of his pocket and gently tossing it onto your lap. You could tell by his face that today was rough on him.

You looked down at the paper, smiling when you realized it was the very last coupon in the book that you hade made for him two months prior.

'Good for: One hour of snuggles and kisses.'

"Alright," you said with a soft smile. "Except I'm changing the terms a little. Instead of an hour, I'll stretch the time to be the rest of the night." You reached your hand out to him. "Wanna go into our room and snuggle?"

You saw a small, exhausted smile tip Jason's lips as he took your hand before the two of you headed into your shared room to forget about the darkness looming in Gotham and instead just stay curled up in each others arms.

❀ end note: okay i'm actually glad i made a second part, i kinda like how this turned out despite struggling with a writers slump.