jason todd is hungry and impatient
“let me taste it,” he coos, thumb moving to swipe at your bottom lip.
you jerk your head out of his way before he can reach you and scowl at him, “no. can’t you see i’m busy jason?”
like a barely trained dog he whines and follows you when you turn your back. pressing himself flat against you while you roll your eyes. his arms come wrapping around your waist.
“please let me taste it baby,” by your ear now, “you know i’m hungry, i can’t wait.”
thinking he’s pleading his case better, he starts kissing down the side of your neck, tugging your hair to make you tilt more for him. you try to say his name sternly, try to not enjoy it, but he knows how to make you sing. a sound of approval, soft and quiet rumbles through your throat as he sucks a particularly tender part.
“no one will even know,” murmuring against your neck as he tightens his hand around you and rolled his hips enough to make you gasp. you cave.
“o…okay,” gasping as you say it, “fine, we gotta be quick and don’t ruin my clothes.”
turning you around by your hips, he pulls back just to crash his lips into yours. hands moving up your back while he moans into your mouth, trailing his fingers to your hands. your hands stop their work, freezing to let him take over and tilt his head to yours as he leans you over. he takes the spatula from your hand and pecks your lips a couple more times before reluctantly pulling away to looking over your shoulder.
he takes a heaping serving of pasta right into his mouth and moans egregiously. startled by the sudden movement, you turn to him with confusion on your face. when he notices, he’s still nodding his head and rolling his eyes back in food heaven.
“mmhf— this is so good.” he groans out.
“oh,” you blink, “you were actually hungry.”
jason nods, opening his eyes, “yeah, starving baby. thank you for making dinner.”
you nod again with barely concealed disappointment on your face, “right,” before you turn back to put the cover back on the pot.
now jason’s the confused one, because he doesn’t know how much sex appeal the man had. he wraps his arm around your stomach first, pulling you back so his chest was to your back. he knows his girlfriends wants, even when you tried to play it off. kissing the top of your head as he coos your name.
“i’m hungry for something sweeter though,” dropping his voice an octave to coax you.
though you’re not falling for the same thing again, “well my brownies haven’t cooled down yet so wait.”
he makes you drop your spatula before turning you around gently while he whispers your name lowly again. lifting you up by your hips to the counter and pushing your knees apart to situate himself between your legs.
“you know how i like my dessert before dinner. and they won’t be here for another twenty minutes.”
he presses his unmistakably hard length to your inner thigh and you gasp.
then you put a hand to his chest to squint at him, “you’re confusing me. is this a food thing again or a sex thing?”
blinking down at you, he huffs, “i just wanna eat you out babe.”
then you’re wrapping your arms around his neck and smiling wide, “why didn’t you just say so?”
