froyo

And when she saw that you actually had shaved, she cleared her throat before saying anything. You bit your bottom lip as you scanned her reaction. You weren’t sure how she felt— you were sure she felt like that, too. She seemed very confused.

“Alright,” She said, her hand dove deep into her curly black hair. “You shaved your bush.” She said in a louder voice. You nodded, your teeth still stuck in your lip. Diana pressed a kiss into your kneecap. “It’s okay— not the end of the world, nor is it the end of your bush, right?”

“Yes, yes, right.” You replied, trying not to laugh.

“You make fun of me, my love, but you don’t understand how I feel about all of this right now.” A shiver went down your body when she pressed her finger on your bare pussy. “Next time you decide to do it, do not— For me, at least.”

₊⊹ TALIA AL GHUL: DISAPPOINTED

“You shaved your bush?”

You could never forget the emotions etched into her voice. The frustration was flowing through her eyes and mouth, her frown got deeper every second she thought about your action.

“Talia, my love,” You grabbed her arms lightly, shaking her a little bit to make her look at you. “I thought you’d like it.”

You tried to console her but with your words she frowned even deeper. “Have I given you the impression that I didn’t like your bush?”

“God, no,” You sighed. You felt her hand snake around you and grab your waist, pulling your body towards herself. Her breath hit your face, she was so close to you. “It’s just I wanted to try something new, something I’ve never tried before.”

Her hand on your waist was rigid, holding you right where you were. You weren’t complaining. There was nothing more you liked than being on her arms like this. “Oh, Beloved, please don’t give me a heart attack like this again.”

You kissed her cheek, pressing your lips to her skin to stop yourself from laughing at her reaction. “As you wish, my love.”

₊⊹ KARA ZOR-EL: SARCASTIC

“You shaved it?” She asked. “All of it?” She patted Krypto’s head, who had been running around for attention.

“Yes, Kara, all of it.”

Krypto finally sat down and threw his body over Kara, who didn’t look like believed you. You knew so well her relationship with your cunt, especially your bush. She loved the feeling of it brushing her skin as she ate you out. She loved it when it tangled into her fingers she was rubbing the most sensitive parts of your body. She loved—

“But why?”

“Well, I… don’t really know. Wanted to try something out I guess.”

She gently pushed Krypto to the couch and got up to get in front of you. She held your hands, pulling you closer. You could smell the scent of the city all over her. Her Supergirl suit was still on…

“My darling, beautiful, amazing lover,” Kara thought a little more adjectives but then gave up. “Please, don’t do it again.” Kara’s palm made contact with your cheek. “I miss her already.”

“Stop talking like that!” You tried to pushed her but she didn’t move. You saw her grin on her face. “You know it makes me feel weird, Kara.”

“What? Treating your body like a goddess’ statue? You know I’ll never stop doing it.”

Even though it made you burn up with embarrassment, you liked it when she did it.

Kara tickled your side, “Promise you won’t even think about it again?” She held up her pinkie in front of your face.

“Is this a threat from the big bad Supergirl?”

“Nope. But can be if you make it to be. So… promise?”

You linked your pinkie with hers and nodded. “Promise.”

₊⊹ ZATANNA ZATARA: FLIRTY

It was right before her night show that Zatanna had realized you shaved earlier that day. She couldn’t have the time to make any comments about it because of the show— but after it, she came up to you before you could even congratulate her.

“So,” She said as she caught you in between her body and her vanity. Her hands were on the table, right next to you and her face was so, so close to yours. You were burning up. “You shaved, huh?” She had a crooked smile.

What was she planning?

One of her hands flied right into your hair and her fingers twirled your hair around. “I have.” You nodded. “You’re mad or something?”

“I might be,” She shrugged. “But… I am so happy right now. So, I am not giving you what you exactly want.”

When you tried to hug her waist, you felt your hands pulled down to your sides. Her magic. Your breath got caught in your lungs— You were getting excited.

She always knew how to elicit something from you.

“And what do I exactly want, Zee?”

Her fingers in your hair carried themselves to your chin, and she held your face like it was something precious like diamonds. Your eyes were wandering in between her eyes and lips.

“You want me to be mad at you— Mad enough to punish you, maybe.” She pecked your lips. “Not tonight, baby.” Her finger slipped over your lips. “I can’t be mad at you right now, but if you really want me to be mean, I can be.”

“Oh god, Zee…” Your lips caressed her finger tip as you spoke. “I love how well you know me.”

“Can say the same about you.”

You blinked and when you opened your eyes, you were in her bed.

₊⊹ STEPHANIE BROWN: ANGRY

“You did what?” Her shouts made you laugh. You threw your head back into the pillow as you giggled at her. She gently slapped the inside of your thigh. “Stop laughing, this is murder!”

Stephanie averted her eyes from your face and checked your pussy again to understand if she was seeing wrong or not.

She was not having a nightmare. You actually, really shaved your bush.

“No…” She whispered against your now bald skin.

“Steph, it’s not that bad.” You tried to make her look at you but she didn’t look up. “Also, it will grow back.”

“You better keep it.” She pushed herself up and climbed over your body, placing herself right on top of you. Her curls were flowing down and covering your face like a curtain.

“I will, don’t worry.” You rolled your eyes when she lifted one of her brows in disbelief. “I don’t like how it is right now, so I really, really won’t.” When her pout got bigger you grabbed her cheeks. “Steph! I promise, baby.”

“Ugh, fine, fine! But if you butcher your bush again, I will put a sex ban on you.”

You sighed. “That’s fair.”

The apartment was too quiet. That was the problem. Silence always gave his thoughts too much room to breathe. Leon leaned forward with a tired sigh, grabbing the remote just to lower the television even more before dropping it back onto the couch beside him. His eyes drifted across the room without really focusing on anything until they landed on the small cardboard box sitting near the kitchen counter. He stared at it for a moment. Then looked away. Bad idea. He poured himself another drink, already spiraling over things he thought he buried for good. The whiskey settled warm and heavy in his chest as he tipped his head back against the couch cushions, eyes falling shut for a second longer than intended. God, he was tired. Not the kind of tired sleep fixed, though.

Outside, thunder rumbled somewhere far off. Leon reached blindly for the cigarette pack on the table, only to realize it was empty. A quiet curse slipped under his breath. “Perfect.“ His voice sounded rough from disuse. Pushing himself up with a groan, he crossed the apartment towards the kitchen, grabbing another pack from the counter. That was when he saw it again. That box. Still half open, still full of your things. A hoodie, a book you forgot, a hair tie around the handle of one of his old mugs. Leon went still. For a long moment, he just stared at it with an unreadable expression, a cigarette hanging, forgotten, between his fingers. He should've thrown it out months ago. Instead, he found himself stepping closer before he could stop himself. His hand moved almost automatically, fingers brushing lightly over the hoodie sleeve. Soft fabric, way more familiar than he expected. It still smelled faintly like you and, to be honest, that nearly fucking killed him.

Leon let out a shaky breath through his nose and laughed once under it, bitter and exhausted. “Fuck…” He grabbed the whiskey bottle from the counter and took another long drink straight from it this time. The apartment felt even quieter now, heavy, almost suffocating. Without really thinking, Leon reached for his phone resting beside the sink. His thumb hovered over your contact. Still pinned at the top, still there. He stared at your name for a long moment. He knew it was a terrible idea. He knew it even now, half-drunk and exhausted enough that his thoughts felt slow. You probably wouldn't answer anyway, and he would have preferred that. Because if you answered, he wasn't sure what he'd even say. Another distant rumble of thunder shook lightly through the apartment. Leon swallowed hard before taking one last drink straight from the bottle, grimacing slightly as the burn settled deep in his chest. Then, before he could talk himself out of the idea, he pressed call. The rigntone filled the apartment immediately. Too loud, too late to hang up now. He dragged a hand down his face as it rang once. Twice. Three times. Each second made the knot in his chest tighter. By the fourth ring, he had almost ended the call. But then he heard you. “…Hello?“ Leon froze. Your voice came through rough with sleep, quiet and confused, and suddenly every bit of alcohol in his system stopped feeling warm.

For a second, he couldn't talk, he just stood there in the middle of the kitchen, fingers tightening slightly around the phone while rain tapped softly against the windows behind him. “…Shit.“ He muttered under his breath. A small pause followed. “Leon?“ Hearing you say his name nearly hurt. He closed his eyes briefly before leaning back against the counter. “Yeah.“ He answered quietly. Your side of the line stayed silent for a moment too long. Not awkward, but careful. “Are you okay?“ You asked. The question caught him off guard enough to make him laugh softly. Not because it was funny, but more because he didn't really know how to answer it anymore. “Yeah…” He said automatically. Another pause. “No, not really…” He admitted then, quieter this time. You sat up a little in your bed at that. The digital clock beside you glowed 2:17AM in the darkness of your apartment while Leon's uneven breathing crackled softly through the speaker. And then you noticed it. The slight slowness in his words, the roughness in his voice. “…Have you been drinking?“ Leon tilted his head back against the cabinet behind him. “Maybe.“ He said quietly. “Leon.“ A tired sigh escaped him. “Okay,” he admitted. “Yeah.“ You rubbed your face, trying to wake yourself up enough to process this properly.

For a moment, neither of you spoke. It had been months since the breakup, months since you'd heard his voice like this. And somehow it still felt familiar enough to make your chest ache immediately. “You shouldn't be calling me this late.“ You finally murmured. “I know.“ Yet he made no move to hang up. You could hear him shifting slightly on the other end before the faint sound of a lighter clicked through the speaker. Still smoking. Of course he was. Leon inhaled quietly before speaking again. “I didn't think you'd answer…” He admitted. “You called me four times in a row…” You explained. “…Oh.“ You heard him pull the phone away slightly, probably checking the call log. “Right…” Despite yourself, you almost smiled. Almost. A heavy silence settled again after that. It was surprisingly not empty, just full of things neither of you knew how to say anymore. Then Leon spoke again, voice lower this time. “I just wanted to hear you for a minute.“ The words settled heavily between you, painfully honest. On the other end of the line, you could hear the faint crackle of his cigarette and the distant sound of rain somewhere outside his apartment. You tightened your grip slightly on the phone. “Leon…” “Sorry.“ He murmured, immediately cutting you off, like instinct. “I know I shouldn't have called.“ His voice came out sincere. “But you did.“ A quiet exhale left him. “Yeah.“

You shifted against the pillows behind you, trying to ignore how familiar this felt already. Late-night calls, his tired voice, the long silences that somehow said more than actual conversations ever did. Only now there was a distance sitting between every sentence. “You sound tired.“ You said softly. “That obvious?“ He laughed under his breath. “You always get quieter when you're exhausted.“ The comment slipped out naturally before you could even think about it. You heard the way his breathing caught slightly on the other end. Like he noticed it too, like some part of you still knew him too well. For a few seconds, neither of you spoke again. Then Leon broke the silence. “How've you been?“ The question sounded careful and hesitant, like he wasn't sure he still had the right to ask. “I've been okay.“ You answered softly. “Just okay?“ You glanced down at the blanket gathered loosely in your lap. “I mean… work's been busy.“ He hummed in response. “And I've been sleeping more.“ You added. “That's good.“ His answer came too fast, too automatic. You could practically picture him nodding absently while staring at the floor. “What about you?“ You asked quietly. The silence that followed told you enough before he even answered. “…Same old stuff.“ He avoided giving many details. “Leon.“ You sounded completely unconvinced. He let out another scoff. “Missions, paperwork, government bullshit.“ He paused for a second too long. “You know, the usual.“ And underneath it all, exhaustion.

You leaned your head lightly against the wall behind your bed. “You still in that apartment?“ You asked. “Yeah…” He admitted as if he was hiding something. “You still hate it?“ A faint laugh escaped him this time. Low and rough. “Every single day.“ That finally pulled a small smile from you. “I told you the lighting in that place was depressing.“ You said, smiling a little bit wider at the memory. “Yeah, well,” you heard him take another drag from his cigarette. “You were the only thing making it tolerable.“ The moment the words left his mouth, silence crashed down again. Leon cursed quietly. “Sorry, forget I said that.“ But you couldn't. Not when his voice had sounded so genuine saying it. You swallowed slowly, eyes fixed somewhere distant in the dark room. “Have you eaten anything tonight?“ The question came out before you could stop it. And suddenly Leon went completely quiet. No sarcastic response, no deflection, just silence. When he finally spoke again, his voice sounded smaller somehow. “…No.“ Your chest tightened painfully. Of course, he hadn't.

Leon had always been terrible at taking care of himself, but after the breakup, it had gotten worse. You could hear it in him now, in the exhaustion dragging down every word, in the way his voice sounded hollow beneath the alcohol. “When was the last time you slept properly?“ You asked quietly. A dry laugh escaped him. “Define properly.“ He joked. “Leon.“ You sounded serious. “What? A couple of hours here and there counts.“ He muttered, softer this time. You pinched the bridge of your nose. Some things really never change. Through the phone, you heard him moving around the apartment before the dull sound of a cabinet opening echoed faintly. Probably looking for anything edible. The thought made your chest ache more than it should have. “You still keep soup in that cabinet above the stove?“ You asked. He paused for a second. “…Yeah.“ He finally said. “Heat some up.“ He huffed quietly, almost amused. “You bossing me around now?“ He joked softly. “You called me drunk at 2AM,” you replied. “I think I earned the right.“ Another silence settled between both of you. But this time it was different, softer. You listened to the quiet sounds of him moving through the kitchen. The microwave door opened. Closed. A timer beeped. It sounded too domestic, too normal. It honestly hurt.

Leon leaned back against the counter while he waited, phone pressed between his shoulder and ear. “I forgot you remembered stuff like that,” he admitted suddenly. “Remembered what?“ You frowned faintly. “Everything.“ His voice had gone quieter again. “The soup, the cigarettes, the way I can't sleep unless the TV's on.“ A pause. “You always noticed small things.“ Your throat tightened. Then Leon laughed softly under his breath, though there wasn't any real humor in it. “I think that was part of the problem.“ He added suddenly. “What do you mean?“ You asked, confused. Another long pause stretched between you before he answered. “You knew me too well.“ The words hit harder than expected. You sat there silently while thunder rumbled somewhere outside. Leon rubbed tiredly at his jaw, eyes fixed on nothing. “I used to think if anyone saw every ugly part of me…” he said slowly, voice rough, “they'd leave eventually.“ Your heart ached immediately. “Leon-.“ “And you did.“ The sentence wasn't angry, and that was the worst part. No bitterness, no accusation, just tired acceptance. You swallowed hard. “That's not why I left.“ You said, barely above a whisper. “I know.“ But he sounded like he still blamed himself anyway.

The microwave beeped softly in the background, ignored completely. Leon stared down at the counter, fingers tightening slightly around the edge of it. “I tried really hard after you left,” he admitted quietly. “To stop thinking about you.“ You stopped breathing for a second. “I kept telling myself it'd pass eventually.“ He let out another tired laugh. “Turns out alcohol's not exactly a miracle cure.“ He sounded like he was regretting all the life choices that took him to this exact point in life. “Leon…” You tried to say, but he couldn't let you finish. Because if he did, he knew he would miss his chance. “I still look for you sometimes.“ The confession came so suddenly that it made your heart stutter. His voice dropped lower after that. “Every time I get home…” He paused as if he was trying to find the right words. “I still expect the lights to be on.“ You pressed your lips together hard enough to hurt. Because you knew exactly what he meant. And judging by the silence on his end, Leon knew you did too. “I know we ended things for a reason,” he murmured. “I know I screwed it up.“ Another pause followed. “But God…” His voice cracked slightly for the first time that night. “You were the only thing that ever felt safe to come home to…” The words left him raw, like they'd been dragged out of somewhere deep in his chest instead of spoken willingly.

After that, neither of you said anything for a long time. You could still hear the rain outside his apartment, the faint hum of the microwave he'd forgotten about, his breathing, uneven now, quieter than before. Your throat felt painfully tight, because this wasn't the Leon you were used to. Not the sarcastic agent who brushed everything off with tired jokes. Not the man who avoided every serious conversation until it was too late. This was just… Leon. Exhausted, lonely, hurting. And somehow that hurt even more to hear. On the other end of the line, Leon dragged a shaky hand down his face before finally speaking again. “I shouldn't be telling you this…” He said quietly. “Then why are you?“ A small silence followed. And when he answered, his voice sounded almost embarrassed. “Because I think if I don't say it now…” He swallowed thickly. “I never will.“ Your chest tightened hard enough to ache. The television in the background filled the quiet for a moment before Leon muted it completely. Suddenly, all you could hear was him breathing softly into the phone. “I spent months trying to convince myself that breaking up with you was the right thing,” he admitted. “Thought maybe if you got far enough away from me, you'd finally get to be happy.“ You squeezed your eyes shut. “Leon…” You felt a tear streaming down your cheek. “No, listen.“ His voice stayed soft. “I know I wasn't easy to love.“ His voice dropped to something more miserable. “That's not true.“ A weak laugh escaped him. “It kinda is.“ You heard him shift slightly before continuing. “I kept disappearing, I stopped talking, I made you carry all the heavy stuff by yourself.“ Each sentence sounded heavier than the last. “And you still stayed.“ The crack in his voice that time nearly destroyed you.

Once again, it sounded like he regretted every moment that led to this call. To losing you. “I thought leaving was the least selfish thing I could do.“ He whispered. Another heavy silence followed until he finally said it. “That didn't make me stop loving you, though…” Your breath caught. Leon let out a quiet exhale, almost shaky now. “I tried really hard to kill that part.“ A humorless laugh slipped out. “But turns out I'm not very good at it.“ You couldn't speak. Actually, you could barely breathe. And somewhere on the other side of the city, standing alone in his dim kitchen with a cigarette burning forgotten between his fingers, Leon finally said the thing he'd probably been holding back for months. Softly, simply, like it physically hurt to admit. “I still love you.“ The room around him went completely silent. No thunder, no television, no movement. Just those four words sitting heavily between both of you. And for the first time all night, Leon sounded scared of the silence that followed them. “…Sorry,” he murmured quietly. “Forget I said that.“

The apology barely left his mouth before the line went dead. “Leon-.“ Too late. You pulled the phone away from your ear in disbelief, staring at the call screen for a few silent seconds before it faded completely. Call ended. Your chest felt unbearably tight. “What the hell…” You whispered under your breath. He had just confessed he still loved you after months of silence, only to disappear before you could even answer. Typical Leon. You leaned back against the headboard, heartbeat still uneven while rain continued softly outside your apartment windows. Sleep was completely impossible now. Because the worst part was that he sounded sincere. Not manipulative, not impulsive. Just… honest. Like the alcohol had finally dragged the truth out of him. Your thumb hovered over your messages for a long moment. You shouldn't text him. You definitely shouldn't text him emotionally at nearly three in the morning after he called drunk out of nowhere. And yet… Before you could stop yourself, you typed:

You don't get to say something like that and disappear before I answer. And for the record… I never stopped loving you either. I was just tired of feeling like you were trying to survive everything alone. I didn't leave because I stopped loving you, Leon. I left because I felt like you stopped letting me love you.

You stared at the message for a full minute before finally hitting send. Almost immediately, regret hit. Too much, way too honest. You dropped your phone onto the bed beside you and covered your face with both hands. A minute passed. Then another. Finally, your phone buzzed softly beside you. You grabbed it so fast it was embarrassing. Only one thing waited for you on the screen. A single red heart. Nothing else. No explanation, no words, just a red heart. And somehow it meant more than an entire paragraph could have.

Leon didn't sleep that night. He stayed sitting on the kitchen floor long after the cigarette between his fingers had burned out completely, phone resting loosely in his hands while your message stayed open on the screen. Over and over again, he reread it. I never stopped loving you either. Every single time, his chest tightened painfully. The apartment still smelled like whiskey and smoke. The untouched soup sat cold on the counter, and rain still hit the windows. But for the first time in months, the silence around him didn't feel completely empty. Around four in the morning, Leon finally stood up slowly from the floor. His gaze drifted towards the half-empty bottle sitting on the counter. He stared at it for a long moment. Then quietly unscrewed the cap, walked to the sink, and poured the rest of it down the drain. The cigarette pack was thrown into the trash can a few seconds later.

the heat reaches your face and a fluttery feeling sits low in your stomach. he always knew how to throw the words back at you. but alas, the show must go on. you stroke his hair back once more, cupping his face with both hands to kiss his sweet face. jason melts into it immediately, but he shrugs like he were shy from this attention. when you pull away, a piece of him was disappointed.

“you hungry?” you ask him. “i was gonna make something to eat.”

he shakes his head, “don’t worry about it. i came home to take care of you. i’ll cook.”

you raise a brow as you reach for your water bottle, ready to play in his face. “take care of me? i’m a grown adult babe.”

he watches as you lift the bottle to your lips, his eyes trained hard on how they part and press against it. taking in how your throat swallows down the water and he gulps in anticipation as though he was drinking it too. his lips part as he leans in to kiss you again. though this time, you bring the bottle between you and put it to his lips.

“you look dehydrated,” you say like it’s the easiest thing in the world. tilting your head slightly and watching the gears turn in his head. “have you been using the bottle i bought you?”

he sighs and nods, “yes but i like using yours.”

sitting up enough to take the bottle and take a long sip. probably draining your ice cold water from how thirsty he was and didn’t even realize. he makes a sound of approval and hands it back to you when you do the unspeakable.

you take the bottle from him, lift your opposing hand and wipe it with your sleeve. jason is absolutely dumbstruck. his lips part in confusion as his brows furrow. he looks to you, then the bottle and then back to you again. he scoffs softly and then points at the bottle.

“the fuck was that?”

he’s blinking hard at you and waiting for a response. you just take a long sip and furrow your brows back.

“what do you mean jay? i’m drinking water?” feigning confusion.

“you just wiped me off of it i’m some freeloader, with germs and shit.”

you can’t control your laughter and shake your head at him. “i’m just wiping your spit off of it jason. it’s not a big deal.”

then he’s stammering, pointing between you and the bottle again. “but babe you just kissed me! how is that any different! wait, does my breath smell?” before he leans back and puts his hand in front of his mouth and breathes out to sniff his breath. “i didn’t smoke or anything and i brushed my teeth i swear.”

this only makes you laugh harder, pushing this chest and grasping tightly at he bottle in your hands. jason only seems to get even more confused. he sits up completely and watches you giggle to yourself, finding this entire thing amusing. jason however, does not. but he knows you, and he knows you have never cared about germs with him before. besides, you live in gotham, it’s hardly the cleanliest place to live.

with a loud scoff, he takes the water bottle from your hands and tongues at the mouth piece. he fully lets his tongue fall out of him mouth and licks it all around before pulling back and handing it to you. you grimace a little at the wet sheen on it.

“ew jay, what the hell.” holding the bottle like something toxic.

“take a sip.” he says with the most stern expression you’d ever seen on him.

oh, he was pissed.

you decide to play along longer and shake your head in defiance at him.

he blinks at you, “i’d let you spit in my mouth and you’re sitting here telling me you won’t drink from the same bottle as me?”

“no, not until i wash your slobber off of it.”

that’s when he huffs out a kid throwing a tantrum and grabs the bottle from your hand, mumbling in his breath. you watch him with genuine confusion while he is the one to take another sip before grabbing your chin and pulling you closer.

he squeezes your cheeks until your lips part and spits the water directly into your mouth. you make a sound of surprise the sudden intrusion makes your eyes widen but you were definitely not opposed. you swallow it down immediately. he keeps his hold on your cheeks as he squints and a small smile begins to take form on his face.

“you liking this,” he states rather than asks.

the contagious smile takes home on your face as you stare back at him and nod. “it’s a prank.”

“ha,” he says flatly, “now can you lay back down please?”

sighing as you lay down for him, he immediately follows after you. weight resting directly over you like a weighted blanket that wouldn’t budge if you tried. when you squirm a little, he wraps his arms over yours so you’re bracketed between him and the mattress. then he really does give you some sloppy, wet kisses that leave a trail in its wake.

he’s mumbling lowly as he starts to tug on your shirt, pulling the fabric up and huffing like he’s still annoyed. kisses getting a little rougher as he starts to bite the flesh beneath it and knead it with his teeth. you can’t help but tilt back for him.

“slobber, huh? i’ll show you slobber.” murmuring against yours skin enough to tickle you. he pulls his head up to look at you while you’re still giggling, “okay jokes over. was gonna do all the work but—”

jason lifts you from beneath him and places you firm onto his lap. hand tight in your hip as you straddle him and he settles his back on the headboard. he clears his throat and something behind his light eyes darken enough to tell you you were really in for it now. the thick bulge beneath you was unmistakable now. you open your mouth in a gasp and say his name.

“there’s no way that turned you on.” making the horrible mistake of letting a giggle out again.

he breathes out of his nose and pinches your side to make you jolt. groaning like he’s not the cause of you moving around and tightening his hold on you so you’d stop moving.

“i spat in your mouth. of course i’m hard.” he sighs as his fingers slide across the waistband of your underwear and tug them just to let them snap. you jolt again but he doesn’t stop you from moving or say anything about the desperate sound you make at the friction.

instead, jason smiles a little harder, “go ahead then.”

guiding your hips back and forth until your breath caught in your throat and you grips his shoulders for dear life. you breathe out his name again but it’s barely a whisper. he tsks and bucks up into you, dragging his hard length against your clothed core. you were dangerously close and he’s just grinning like he’s already won. your hips with a mind of his own as you chase your own release, dragging your hands down his chest and pushing him further into the mattress. you’re already a mess, panting heavily and saying his name.

one of his hands come up to the back of your head and pulls you down towards him, whispering lowly in your ear.

“there you go ma, take what’s yours.”

movements getting sloppy and uneven while he’s keeping you folded against him. one strong palm kept your faces close and the other moved you in accordance what he knew got you there. he knew you were a gone before you let go, gasping and stilling just for him to continue moving against you.

you’re catching your breath when he finally stops and kisses the side of your face sloppily again. his hands rubbed up and down your back like he’s soothing you. but this time, he’s the one laughing while he whispers in your ear like a coo.

“gave the camera a good show, didn’t we?”