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JASON X READER +18!!!

A/N: So, 2600 words of pure smut. Yeah. For some reason my stupid writer ass can't help but write a plot - I promised myself; "this time you are writing porn without plot!" Spoiler, I can't.

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summary: This is part two from Fantasies, where Roy did a joke calling reader a dirty word and this leads to Jason and reader doing the do. I highly recommend you to read the first part, to understand the nuances.

Warnings: Sex, and that's basically the whole fic. Some dirty talk, some dummies in love but realizing it kinda late. Maybe some grammar mistakes I'll correct later, when I read this again to edit.

Fantasies - part two.

His touch aroused shivers inside her while trailing a path till her neck. Pulling her hair, guiding her body to do as he pleases - her back exposed to the cold friction of his sheets. Jason towers upon her, forcing those gorgeous legs open, leaning closer to finally taste the lips that have been stealing his sleep.

Her arms lock around his neck when he invades her mouth with his lust, a raw passion guiding their pace. Jason needs to contain a moan when her nails scratch his shoulders; one hand grabbing her hair harder while the other worked simultaneously to open her bra. He ends the kiss to take the lovely piece of clothing out of her, throwing it on the ground, before drowning back in her now swollen lips. When he guided her to his room - exactly five minutes ago - he couldn't believe this was real. But now, being able to see her like this; wide open to him, eager to receive his touch, Jason understands his mind could never mold the perfection his eyes see.

Jason looks at her front, pupils blowing in pleasure. His hair is a mess from her touch, his cheeks red and lips shining thanks to the kiss; and when his right hand trails down her neck, purposefully neglecting her breasts - he does a mental note to correct this later - going down and palming her, upon jeans, a mean chuckle escapes him. It may be a flaw - but he can't keep his mouth shut. Especially when the whole situation just boosted his ego to the clouds.

"You're dripping wet, princess. I can even feel it through your pants." He looks directly at her eyes, "You wanted to be mine this much, huh? Didn't even touched you properly, and look at the mess you already did."

His moking words own him a whine, and his fingers sneak inside her underwear, tracing her slit. Going down and feeling the clenching - her body begging Jason to be inside it. A depraved moan escapes her lips when his finger goes up, pressing the wetness directly at her clit. Jason sighs at the sound.

"Need to take these off, sweetheart." His unoccupied hand opens the button of the jeans, unzipping it just as fast. She lifts her hips and her own hands help him to take the tight material off, that joins the company of her underwear, lost in some place of his room.

If this wasn't the first time, he would have asked her permission for a picture. Because he knows he is unable to register the whole sight. Jason hopes one day he will have the space to do such an intimate request, but for now, he simply states;

"You're so beautiful, sweetheart." Her hair sprawled out on his bed, her skin shining with desire. He forgets the lust briefly, admiring her beauty as if it was some piece of art. His heart begs his brain to acknowledge his emotions - but Jason's way to lost in desire to perceive this.

She's about to say something, but he leans down, kissing her once more, a different feeling guiding his actions this time. A feeling he's been trying to forget.

Mouth going down, he marks her neck fiercely, while two fingers enter her wetness, going straight to that spot he learned how to find long ago; massaging it with two fingers while his thumb pressed hard against her swollen clit. He doesn't miss the rhythm nor the reactions her body presents him, sounds he'd beg to hear again. With each stroke, he can feel her walls tightening; and suddenly he is unsure about his capacity of controlling his next steps when she cries his name.

"Jason-" She fails to build a phrase, mouth open; no sound but a high pitched moan leaving her throat. Nails deepened in his triceps while he tilts his head up to watch her bliss. Her eyes close, but he keeps his own wide open. He wants to watch everything, so he can replay it after. And He doesn't give a fuck if it's odd.

In the fantasies Jason created in his mind, her first orgasm with him was normally when he was already pounding inside her. In some nights, he imagined it to be sensual, slow sex. In others, he lost himself to the desire of hard, rough trusts - making her scream his name till she lost her voice. And the original plan was exactly that - she'd only come around his cock, in both scenarios. But she looks so pretty now, so ethereal and vulnerable for him, so trusting,he could never forgive himself if he deprived her from this. He expects to have lot of other opportunities to tease; but today, he decides, is about her.

So Jason keeps moving his fingers, ignoring the pain in his neglected cock, and increasing the pace. Supporting himself on his forearm, he watches her face squirm beautifully while she trembles beneath him, repeating his name like is the only word she knows; and he has to fight hard to not cum in his fucking pants when she opens her eyes and pulls his hair.

He kisses her lips, a small peck while he helps her relax from her high. Taking his fingers out, he just rubs her softly; while his muscles worked to support him on the elbow and stroke her hair, feeling the softness of it in his fingers. The touch on her sweet cunt vanishes, and she whines as protest. He then positions himself slightly down. Jason feels the urge of tasting her.

So, he starts to trail kisses down her neck and then stomach, now squeezing her breasts with both hands; and her skin shivers at the wetness and the smell leaking from his fingers. Her hands follow him, stopping his motions with a stroke in his hair;

"Jay, I wanna ride you." His stare goes up to her face, a rare smile making his eyes shine. She feels butterflies in her belly. His hands are then leaving her chest and opening her legs, both thumbs spreading her pussy open. "Jason-" He kisses her clit, shamelessly shutting her with his unpredictable action.

"You'll have to let me eat you out another time, then." Jason's tongue licks her slit, eyes daring. She knows he only wants a confirmation that this is not a one time thing. She's been questioning that herself, and relief embraces her with his ask.

He closes his eyes, continuing his tongue's motions on her, slow, passionate. She realizes, then, that this is more for his enjoyment than hers - Jason Todd is a hell of a giver. But so is she, and now is her time to please him.

Pulling his hair softly, she says, smiling: "Of course I'll let you. But now, I really want to feel your cock inside me. Besides... I'm on the pill, though you'd like to know. Please, Jay?"

Fucking hell. This couldn't get any better. The temptation of watching his cum spilling out her is way to strong for him to deny, and his cock throbs at her words, as he leaves her skin to take his clothes off.

Grabbing her hips, he sits on the bed, back against the headboard, and Jason fastly positions her on his lap. She laughs at the manner he manhandles her, as if she weighed nothing. She stops laughing when her eyes looked down, widening.

This was so not fitting inside her.

She looks at his face, hands on his shoulders. "I don't- I don't think it will fit." His grip tights around her hips, a smirk appearing in his face; and he starts guiding her back and forth in his dick. They moan in unison - enjoying the grinding, but Jason was only torturing himself. Pre-cum leaked out his slit, resting in his stomach. Jason opens his legs more and pulls her closer, breasts against his chest, by circling an arm around her waist. With her ear just besides his mouth, and completely drunk in lust, he whispers;

"I'll make it fit, baby. You wanted to ride me, yeah? Now you'll ride me - until I'm fucking done."

The words left his lips slowly, a tease. Jason kisses her cheek and strokes her back lovingly, a huge contrast with the mean tone that had her hole clenching in nothing.

Positioning his tip against her entrance, he pushes her down, hands supporting her back. Even with his choice of words, he doesn't want to hurt her. Because Jason's aware the lack of care in this first moments can cause her pain, he guides her down slowly, paying attention to her features - making sure she's not in pain because of him.

When he finally is deep inside, feeling her clenching around him, he allows himself to moan. "Fuck- princess - you feel so fucking good."

Her body is so close to him, hands and breasts touching his chest; and she starts to build pace, walls massaging him. His hands grabs her ass tightly, helping her increase the pace.

He is overwhelmed with all the places this position provides view - her tits right in front him, bouncing deliciously; her cute face slightly upon his, mouth open and red cheeks from the effort she has to do.

But then, he remembers. He remembers the fucking huge mirror in the wall that faces his bed. And, as he feels her juices slipping down his cock, Jason drowns in the show that stupid mirror provides. He watches her pussy stretching from his size, his huge hands squeezing her cheeks hard enough to leave bruises, her legs working hard to pleasure them - to pleasure him - and her delicate back shining with sweat.

He looks at his own face, and can't force himself to feel shame about the pathetic state he is in. Red cheeks, brows up, his own mouth as apart as hers. And he doesn't care, he doesn't care because he feels so fucking good; and this all feels so fucking right, and he starts to pound up into her, shifting his stare at her face.

"Jay- Jason! My God- I'm gonna-" Her legs start to fail, and she moans his name again and again; but he just keeps going, now using her body for his own release. She's trembling, and his hands start to glissade up with each hard pump of his hips, stopping just under her breasts. With her head in his shoulder, she can listen to his groans, allowing him to ravish her - allowing him to use her. Like if she was exactly what Roy had called her, weeks ago.

You really are Jason's slut, aren't you?

She can feel his tip stroking her cervix with each bounce; but suddenly- he stops. She takes her head out of the curve of his neck. His eyes are dark, pupils wide enough to make the blue almost disappear. She feels a peck on her lips, and the air is cold against her overstimulated cunt. His cock empties her, and Jason shoves her out of his lap; demanding, but gently, he says;

"On your fours. Wanna fuck you from behind." She doesn't know, but this is another depraved fantasy of him. He wants to be able to watch the movements, in and out; he wants to pull that shiny hair, and he wants to bite that cute shoulder from behind, and whisper a lot of dirty things in her ear.

And he does just that.

The pull in her hair makes her eyes roll to the back of her skull, the new position allowing him to dive deeper. His free hand grabs one of her cheeks, a moan leaving his lips with the vision of her stretched hole taking him so eagerly, her tightness informing him to finish and never leave the warmth, embracing his cock like a fucking vice. But he doesn't allow himself the release, because she is almost reaching her own again, and he wants her to, wants to listen that raw moans, and he is so fucking lost in this, the words just leave his mouth.

"Roy was - fuck - right, wasn't he? You are mine, baby. My little slut, how does that sounds?" Jason's words are dirty; but his voice is gentle.

How does that sounds? It sounds good, Jay. Make me yours- even if it's just sex. Even if you just want me for this, and I want to be way more.

Her body betrayes her; enjoying the word way to much, ignoring her thoughts.

"Jason-" and she can't form any fucking words, because she just found bliss for the third time, and she loves that stupid dirty word and how it leaves his lips in such a lovely way; as if it was a sweet name, as if he loved her and just said this because he knows she likes it.

And she is so overwhelmed and lost and in love. And she starts to cry of pleasure, and because does he sees her just that way? Just a toy for him to get off? She is unable to enjoy her high completely, the sudden questions occupying majority of her thoughts.

With some more pounds, Jason finds his own release, filling her with his mess. He kisses her back and pulls out, enjoying the view quietly while stroking her back.

He hears small sobs, and his whole body tenses again, forgetting about the trivial pleasure. Gently grabbing her arm, he makes her sit on the bed, face in front of his. When he comes across the way she tries to hide her tears, he feels like throwing up. Fuck. Did he went to far?

"Hey, what's wrong? Did I hurt you? You didn't liked what I said? Was I to rough-"

"No! No. It was great, I'm just... I'm being silly. It's nothing, Jason. You... you were perfect, seriously."

And it was great. It was so great, she realized she was in deep shit. She loved a guy that only desired her body. And it sucks. Because she might love him, and she could never compare to Jason. She would never be good enough. Suddenly, she feels way to vulnerable in front of him.

"Can you hand me my clothes, please?"

She was leaving him. He feels his chest tightening. Maybe he was a fool for expecting her to stay, to expect her to allow him to cuddle her, and take care of her, and whisper sweet nothings on her ear. Yeah, he adored her body, but he adored her as a whole. He... damn, he might love her. Suddenly, he feels way to vulnerable in front of her.

"Sure."

She dresses, denying the soft towel he offered her to clean herself - and she just leaves. Crying, dirty, and alone. And Jason stares at his door, cursing himself from believing a guy like him could pull out a fucking goddess like her. He wants to go after her - kiss her tears away, prepare a bath tub of some comforting shit; but he listens to the Hall door opening. Roy's back.

Maybe fantasies are supposed to be just that - fantasies. He feels tears in his own eyes, and fears he just lost a friend - he fears he just lost the person he wants to be loved by.

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gotham-academy-study-chat · 1 year

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Anything For You

(Hi. I own nothing DC owns. I wanted to add Dick Grayson to the Bad Things Happen card! I wanted to add some other characters in the bat family. Enjoy!)

Being stuck in a terrible situation is bad enough.

Being stuck in a terrible situation is made worse when you are in the gala as your secret identity and can not do anything about it.

One moment, Dick was keeping Damian from yelling at some rich person and looking for Roy and his family, who were running late. The next, gunshots rang through the entrance.

“Everyone freeze.” The man in the middle yelled.

Dick pushed Damian behind him. This is bad. None of the other siblings are here and Bruce has a gun pointed at him.

“Richard--” Damian started to complain but Dick stood his ground.

Unfortunately, this caught the attention of the men with the guns.

The leader smirked and called to them, “Damian Wayne!” The men walked to them.

“Move out of the way, Grayson.” The man demanded.

“No.” Dick declared.

The gun pointed at Dick’s chest, causing Damian to try to step forward but Dick held him back.

Dick did not move but he saw Roy and the other Arrows come in...in civilian clothing. The leader saw them and laughed.

“So many rich people!” He laughed and the gun lowered a bit.

Dick saw the moment the idea hit for Damian, who ran to change into Robin.

One of the men moved to shoot Damian but Dick fought the gun out of his hands.

Dick got punched for that but it was done. Damian got away. Guns pointed at different civilians, Bruce, Oliver, and Dinah.

“You lost me my target, Grayson!” He was hit again.

Bruce, Oliver, and Dinah let out a yell but the men ignored them.

Roy rushed forward but a gun pushed against Dick’s head stopped Roy in his tracks, a little closer to Dick but still too far.

“Like I said,” The man started. “Grayson lost me my target, so now he’s gonna beg for me and I maybe won’t kill him”

He said nothing. Dick had to stall. Any moment now, Robin is gonna break this up. Hopefully, Damian gets help from some of the others.

“Fine. Stay quiet.” The man taunted.

“Wait—“

The man growled and moved the gun from Dick’s head. He had only a second of relief before a shot sounded and Roy fell to the ground with a groan. He was shot in the leg.

“Roy!” He called out and tried to reach out to him.

The man held onto Dick. “Now you can beg for his life.”

Dick wasted no time. “Please leave him alone.” Dick pleaded.

The man smirked. “I don’t know. Boys, does that sound like he really wants this guy to live?”

The men laughed and shook their heads.

“Please. I’m begging you. You won’t get anything from this.” The man pushed Dick to the ground. He was closer to Roy now.

“Dick…” The other man trailed.

“You lost me my money. So, I think you should lose something.” The man said and aimed his gun at Roy. Dick moved before thinking and just as the gun shot, he threw himself in front of Roy.

Bruce screamed again, glass broke, sounds of a fight. However, Dick only felt pain. Then he felt someone hold him.

Waking up in a hospital bed is nothing new to Dick Grayson.

He slowly opened his eyes to see Damian sleeping on a chair next to the bed. Damian’s upper half was on the bed. His Robin was sleeping but Dick could tell it wasn’t very peaceful.

Roy and Bruce were not far from them, arguing quietly—but slowly getting louder.

“You’re going to wake him up.” Dick complained. Both men looked to him. “What happened?” He whispered.

“You were shot.” Roy said.

“The men are in custody.” Bruce added. “I’ll get your doctor.” Bruce left.

“Is he hurt?” Dick asked about Damian, then his head snapped to Roy. “Are you okay? Should you be out of bed—“

“You can’t be serious.” Roy sounded absolutely done. “I’m okay. I was released two days ago.”

“I’ve been out that long?”

“Yeah. Some of the others came around, too.”

Dick smiled at that. Then the smile fell. “What were you guys arguing about?”

Roy looked away. “Actually, for once, we were agreeing on something.”

“Are pigs flying?”

“Only when you convince Donna to take you flying.” Roy said almost immediately. Dick chuckled—even if they had this conversation a million times. “I admit it didn’t feel good but I understand.”

Oh. Oh. Bruce, you can’t be serious.

“You know,” Dick started as casually as he could. “This wasn’t your fault.”

“Yes, it was. If I hadn’t—“

“They would’ve picked someone else.”

“You jumped in front of a gun for me.”

“You make it sound like there was ever any doubt we would do that for each other. For any of the Titans.”

Roy looked away.

“I would do anything for you, Roy.”

Roy rushed and hugged him.

“I would do the same.”

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Hope you enjoyed!

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