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꒰ content ꒱ .𖥔 ݁ ˖ you sneak into the library for a quickie but get distracted by the books . . . jason todd x fem!reader, they makeout, suggestive, slice of life, reader’s wearing a sundress

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Jason follows you around the library, his callused hand in yours. Amusement crinkles the corners of his eyes when he sees you scanning the shelves, looking for the perfect place for a quick fuck—your words, not his.

Jason had just given you a "you serious right now?" look and let you tug him around like a dog on a leash.

But even before that, he knew. His eyes had trailed over your form, over your short sundress, the one that had his head spinning since the moment he saw you in it. Convenient. It was a frilly thing that kept blowing up in the wind. You'd laughed. He cursed your carefree nature and kept the bottom of your skirt down.

He'd fight the wind and anyone who dared to look. And the sly look you gave him told him you damn well knew that too.

"Hurry." You tug him into a slightly secluded area between bookshelves. He inhales the scent of books, instantly feeling his muscles relax.

"Jason, focus," you complain, your fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt and tugging him down until his breath hovers over your lips.

His eyes find yours.

You smile. "It'll be quick."

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you didn’t want to be a pervert or anything. however you were curious about what would clark do if he seen you try to catch print. that’s if he ever was up on the socials. which was impossible not to—he’s a reporter.

laying on your shared bed, you heard him get out the shower and this was the perfect time. clark would get out, towel sitting low on his hips, steam rolling off his body, skin glistening. he’ll talk to you about work, rambling about how his day was even if he just told you when he came home.

as if on cue, he comes out. talking immediately about his day, throwing emphasis on certain words because apparently his reports seem to be off according to his coworkers. your eyes trail down to his crotch area, covered by the towel. if you look closely you can see the curve of him. he’s soft—for now. it moves occasionally—you would always tease him when he did that

you didn’t need to actually catch print with clark, but it was fun to do so when he’s half naked and has some pent up frustration from earlier. nodding along to his words, throwing in some ‘hm’ occasionally. he suddenly stops talking but you don’t register it.

clark is definitely more than an ‘A’. it was obvious. his dick alone sometimes made your mouth water. tip slighty pink, the length of him was unreal, girth was something else. whenever he was inside you, it felt like he was splitting you open. he kept clean most of the time.

the best part, he can fuck you with the tip only and you’ll be drunk of that.

you wouldn’t be surprised if he was at work, and woman fawned over him but mr kent made it clear he had eyes for one special lady in his life.

who is staring at his dick like he can’t see.

“you’re staring.” clark voice cuts through the silence. you finally look at him, unbothered that he caught you. shrugging your shoulders. “yes, i am.” you state. he walks over to you, you tilt your head back a bit when he gets in front you.

his hands on his hips, he had a look in his eyes before he spoke. “catching print?” you nod smiling. you swear you could see his dick twitch a bit in the towel

got him.

clark hums lowly. he clears his throat taking the towel off. there it was. head swollen, precum beading at the tip slowly dripping down the base of him. he stares at you.

“got what you needed?” he asks—in another words there was a secret message behind the words. which meant, ‘you got it. might as well’.

you sit up on your knees, hands on the bed, he steps closer. the tip of him on your lips, precum smearing your lips a bit before he nudges your mouth open.

But the Batman that, as Bruce Wayne, gave Scarecrow a job at Wayne Industries when he thought he reformed?

The Batman that spend an entire issue hunting Killer Croc when he killed some cops, only to find out that he only did it because he was protecting the homeless people he took care of, was like “Oh dang, if you ate them I guess I don’t have any evidence. Guess I’ll have to leave you alone Waylon”?

The one who sent the Riddler on the path to becoming a private detective because he needed help with a case and just knew Ed couldn’t resist?

The one who’s so proud to see Freeze doing better, the one who helps him every chance he gets?

The one who’ll happily team up with Poison Ivy as long as innocent people don’t get hurt?

The one who, at the end of the day, just wanted Harley to finally realize that the Joker didn’t actually love her?

event info: while I’m on vacation, I can’t help but miss writing for yall.. so this is an excuse for me to keep giving you guys fics, and making sure everyone’s in the summer mood !!

I’ve come up with a lot of ideas already, but would love to hear from you guys if you have ideas! Send a request and specify it’s for the summer event 🩵🧡

DISCO LIGHTS ✔︎

Dick Grayson x Reader

HONEYMOON GLOW

Bruce Wayne x Wife!Reader

RED AS A LOBSTER

Jason Todd x Reader

BACKROADS AND HEARTBEATS

Roy Harper x Reader

more to come..

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