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Big shout out to the xmen movies almost never showing women in an exposed or voyeuristic way, but not hesitating to undress Hugh Jackman at every given chance
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request. βneed some angst about being worried about Jason's exes and after babying you, he fuck's those thoughts out your mind (he's both gentle and rough).β
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warning(s). derogatory language, fingering, sexual themes
note. I might start screaming right now bc tumblr fucked w how reblogged posts look like if they are attached to an ask, & itβs trying me insane, so I decided to change the setup of my posts again <3 this ask had me giggling so much, so thank you anon. once again, if any of those scary minors dni blogs attack me, i will start crying ββ yours sincerely, max
APPARENTLY, IT WAS unhealthy to feel so jealous and insecure about yourself in this relationship.
Apparently, you had to discuss your feelings instead of standing from afar and pondering your intoxicating thoughts on your own.
Jason was possibly one of the most attractive men you had ever met, and the fact that you were in a relationship with him confused you slightly.
As you learnt more about his past, especially about his romantic life, you had started to feel self-conscious about the part you played.
Your boyfriend was a vigilante who had a depressing backstory, full of neglect and death. You were just a normal citizen of Gotham City. You werenβt a therapist or a vigilante who could relate to him.
You had nothing to give.
His exes were mostly vigilantes and superheroes like him. They had something special about themselves, you, on the other hand, had nothing.
From that, the thoughts started to invade your every move, perhaps he felt pity for you or simply wanted to get away from the vigilante dating scene.
One thing was for sure: you were simply βbasicβ compared to all of his past relationships.
This thought had haunted you to the dinner you were having with him one night.
The kitchen table was close to clean after about half an hour of cleaning up, the sound of crickets and the evening bustle of Gotham city permeating through the window.
You rested on the table, your eyes following Jasonβs figure as he paced throughout the kitchen, placing the clean dishes away.
He soon noticed your lingering gaze, his eyebrows furrowing as he watched you.
βYou okay?β He asked, placing the cloth down as he walked over to you.
You let out a small hum, before looking up at him with glossy eyes.
You knew you could tell him anything, but humans were naturally born with a sense of judgement, no matter how much they loved or respected the other.
βAre you going to tell me whatβs wrong?β He asked, placing his hand on your back as a means to comfort you.
You peered at him slightly as his eyes locked with yours.
Pausing for a moment, you pressed your lips into a straight line, your eyes flickering between the features that adorned his face before meeting his soft, but assertive gaze once more.
βDo you think Iβm enough for you, Jay?β You questioned under your breath, the volume of your words hardly reaching his ears.
βWhat?β He asked, raising an eyebrow as both concern and curiosity twisted his face.
βDo you think Iβm enough?β You repeated, trying to avoid his eyes so you couldnβt see how his face twisted once again into a face of benevolence and worry.
βOf course I think youβre enough, who told you that you werenβt?β He asked, using his pointer finger and thumb to raise your chin up, making eye contact with you once more.
βI was just thinking about all you exes and how Iβm just so ββ basic,β you huffed, leaning on the counter behind you as your eyes flickered to something, anything, behind Jasonβs head to distract yourself. βDonβt feel special.β
Jason paused for a moment, thinking about what could be the next words that left his lips.
βDo you want to feel special?β He hummed, a small smirk forming on his lips.
βWhat?β You asked, staring back at him, both taken aback and flustered simultaneously.
βDo you want me to make you feel special? Because you are. Just want to make sure you know,β he added, a sense of cockiness now lacing his tongue.
As your eyes locked with each other, a small βyesβ left your lips, and as Jasonβs eyes lit up at your answer, he didnβt waste any time intertwining your hands with his as he allowed you to lead him to your shared bedroom.
Peering up at him, you laid back on the bed, propping yourself up on your elbows as you tried to make out his figure in the darkness of the room, biting on your bottom lips as you watched, doe-eyed, him move elegantly in the dark, stripping himself of his shirt.
Jason moved, both hurriedly and gracefully, on top of you, his lips meeting yours in a deep and soft kiss, moving with yours in perfect unison.
His hand rested on your thigh, close to your pulsing core as his tongue pushed into your mouth, leaving you breathless.
He soon left your lips with a small pop, a small string of saliva joining the two of you together for a moment, before it broke.
βYou want to repeat yourself then?β He hummed, a sense of cockiness in his voice as he peered down at you, his lips ghosting your jaw, pressing small kisses along the course of your skin
You stared at him through your lashes before shaking your head, squeezing your thighs together as his hand slipped onto the inner part of your upper legs.
βUse your words,β he murmured, using his hands to pry open your legs before your body followed suit, earning a small smirk on his lips.
βI donβt wanna repeat myself, Jay,β you whispered, biting your nail as you felt his finger hook the band of your underwear, the sudden invasion of cold air causing you to squirm slightly.
βGonna fuck those thoughts out of your pretty head, gonna make you feel so special,β he smirked, dragging an impetuous finger across the bud of your clit after discarding your panties onto the bedroom floor, earning a small gasp from your lips as you leaned back onto the bed.
βYouβre so wet fβme, baby, youβve been thinking about this, huh?β He asked, his olive tinted eyes gazing softly at you, as you nodded with a small mellifluous hum.
Without hesitation, he sank two of his fingers into your cunt; unconsciously, you closed your thighs before he used his hands to pry them open once again, using his free hand to hold your leg to the bed.
Letting out yet another whimper, you closed your eyes as his name fell from your lips like a soft melody, a fucked-out expression already on your face as you let out a strangled moan.
The room was dark as none of the artificial lights were on but the soft glow from the street lights left the lights in a glow. The curtains softly blew in the nightβs wind creating an almost bewitching scenery.
From the start of your more intimate relationship with Jason, he always felt insecure about the scars that littered his body, so whenever you initiated sex, youβd always leave the lights off.
Now that you were more comfortable with each other, you still found the poetic eroticness in being too close with each other in the darkness of the room.
The gentle yet potent movement of his fingers had you locked to the bed, your back arched slightly as small, almost pornographic whimpers and mewls escaped your lips.
Jason pressed endearing kisses to the oeuvre of your bare stomach as he thrusted in your needy core, grazing the bundle of nerves, so you brought your nimble fingers to his hair, raking through the strands gently in comparison to the continuous hurried feeling of his digits inside of you.
You squirmed underneath him, your breath hitching and breaking, telling him you were βso closeβ as you squeezed your eyes shut.
As you reached your climax, you threw your head back as you revelled in the pleasure Jason brought you. Whispering his name repeatedly, you buried your face in the below besides you, flustered and dumbfounded.
βLook at me, baby,β he called, gently patting you repeatedly on the cheek, βalready dumb and Iβve barely fucked you, huh? Might manage to fuck you senseless after all,β.
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