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You and Jason met in an unfamiliar but somewhat stereotypical way. You were the latest damsel in distress to the Riddler's scheme. Tied to a chair and forced to wait to be rescued. The vigilante Red Hood appeared just in time to solve the riddles. Answering almost all three riddles before he struggled on to answer the last. As the timer ticked down and the Red Hood grew frantic without an answer you blurted out the first thing that came to mind. The screen blinked green.
Of course, the Riddler yelled on and on about you cheating but you felt pretty proud of yourself. Apparently the Red Hood did too because you continued to run into each other. At some point it became a regular occurrence for him to come over to your house to watch hang out.
That's how you find yourself sitting close to him now, legs almost touching as you log into your computer.
You throw a pillow at him and lean back. "We could watch Event Horizon?" you suggest.
Red Hood doesn’t seem sure what to do with the pillows, but after a moment he pushes them aside so he can lean back on the bed as well.
“Event Horizon, huh?” he asks, sounding slightly amused. “I’m more of an action movie fan myself, but if you want to watch it then I’ll sit through it.”
You smile, setting the laptop down to rest on half of his leg, the other half of the computer on yours. Shoulders touching from the proximity as you sit crushed between Jason and the wall.
He watches the movie as you press “play”. The opening credits roll by and the movie begins.
For the next hour or so, you and Red Hood sit and watch the movie in silence, only occasionally trading glances with one another. Red Hood watches the movie intently, always watching for any sign of trouble and seeming completely focused on the film itself.
Eventually, the movie reaches its climax and you hear Red Hood gasp in surprise. He turns to you in the brief moment before the credits roll. “What did you think of it?” he asks, sounding almost eager.
"I loved it." you reply, "The acting is so good and Laurence Fishburne was hot as hell." You say matching his tone. "What did you think?"
He laughs, “Yeah, I guess he is,” he replies, sounding amused. “He’s a good actor, too.”
He looks up at you, his voice sounding a little sheepish, and a little bashful. “I liked it. I mean, yeah, I… I liked it a lot, actually. It’s a really good movie.” he adds quietly.
"Wanna watch another?" you ask equally as quiet, the computer screen being the only light in the room. "You could choose this time." You offer. "If it gets too late you can just sleep over."
He blushes and bumps his shoulder into yours lightly. He looks over at you, his voice sounding quiet and slightly shy.“…Do you really want me to stay… you’re sure it won’t be a problem?”
I stare at him quietly for a moment before responding. "yeah.. I do."
He smiles, and seems to relax even more than he already was. “Well, in that case, I’d be happy to stay here with you tonight.” He leans back in the bed.
"Great! You can make me breakfast in the morning." you tease bumping his shoulder in return.
There’s a brief silence as both of you sit quietly for a second before he looks back over at you. “I’m glad you’re here,” he says in a more genuine tone than you’ve ever heard from him before.
"I'm glad you're here too. I'm glad were.. friends." The computer screen is slightly dimming. The two of you can just barely see each other, even in such close proximity.
He nods, seeming to consider your words for a moment. “Friends,” he repeats quietly.
He stares quietly at the screen for a moment before speaking again. “I should probably tell you my real name, shouldn’t I?”
You lean in closer to him, your weight being slightly pushed against him. "If you want." you whisper.
He turns to you, and even though you're pretty close together already, he still gets in closer. “Names Jason Todd,” he replies, his voice sounding soft. He pauses for a second.
“...The Joker killed me, you know,” he adds, keeping his voice low, but still loud enough that you can hear it. He seems more serious than.
Your heart hurts as you listen, instinctively frowning. You immediately feel the urge to comfort him in some way, so you rest your hand on his forearm. "Nice to meet you Jason." your tone equally as soft. "I'm sorry he did that to you."
Red Hood’s arm twitches slightly under your touch, and it seems like it catches him slightly off guard at first, but in the next second he relaxes and it doesn’t seem to bother him at all.
He nods in response.
“Nice to meet you too,” he replies. His voice sounds warm and genuine.
“… I guess the joke’s on him,” he adds in a softer voice. “He thought he killed me, but I’m still here. I won’t let him get away with what he did.”
You smile at his confidence, "Fuck yeah. No one can hold down for long."
“Damn right,” he replies, his voice sounding amused. “One day I’ll get my hands on the Joker and make him pay for everything he’s done.”
“But for now, I think I’m just happy to be here,” he adds quietly. He’s quiet for a moment before speaking again. “I should… probably go ahead and take off my mask,” he says, sounding a little hesitant. “Is that okay with you?”
"Yes.” You answer leaning back, but only slightly. Your hand is still resting on his forearm.
Red Hood nods and takes off his helmet, setting it on the bedside table.
Without the mask, you get a good look at his face for the first time. He’s handsome, but with a few scars here and there. He smiles at you.
“There,” he says, sounding relieved. “ How do I look?” He asks, looking down at you
You feel your face heat up as you stare into his greenish blue eyes. His black hair is a mess with one white streak coming out the middle. His nose is crooked from being broken and he has scars along his face, one ranging from the corner of his mouth to his ear.
You already found his voice and body attractive, but his face was so much more. "Pretty." You finally say after a moment.
A small grin crosses his face as his face turns red. “Is that all?” he asks with a mock frown. His scar pulling one side of his mouth higher than the other, but only slightly.
“I expected at least a ‘handsome’ or an ‘extremely attractive’,” he teases, still smiling.
“Come one,” he adds, seeming a little bit playful. “I know you can do better than ‘Pretty’.” He winks at you as though he’s trying to flirt, but it seems a bit awkward and forced.
You slowly reach a hand up to grip his jaw. Sliding your thumb across his scars and then lip. "What?" you tease. "Me calling you a pretty boy wasn't enough? You want me to talk about how gorgeous your eyes are?"
He raises an eyebrow at you and tilts his head slightly, his eyes never leaving your face, and one corner of his mouth curls up into a grin. “You could,” he replies in a flirty tone, his voice sounding much more comfortable than it was earlier. “I wouldn’t mind if you did.”
He pauses for a second, then leans in closer, his face almost touching yours now. “Go on,” he adds in a slightly deeper, more seductive voice.
You lick your lips, heart beating rapidly in your chest. "You got a praise kink, Jason?" You attempt to sound confident but it comes out breathless. Shifting slightly the computer on your laps falling shut and leaving us both completely in the dark, not able to see each other.
“Maybe I do…” he replies in a low voice. “Maybe you should try praising me again…”
He closes the tiny bit of distance remaining between your lips, and he’s so close that you feel his breath on your face, you think you might be able to feel his heartbeat.
“… I want to hear you say it again…” he continues whispering, just barely loud enough for you to hear.
You blink, eyes adjusting to the darkness, chest feeling like it might explode. "You're pretty."You whisper, repeating my words from earlier.
The words seem to have had the desired effect. Jason leans in as you finish your sentence, and his mouth is against yours before you have time to react.
For a second, it’s only a gentle kiss, almost unsure, but then he seems to gain some confidence and the kiss becomes more passionate. For a moment, the world seems to stop, and you can’t think of anything else but him and the way your lips feel pressed against his.
He seems as eager as you are, pulling you against him with one arm, and pressing against your lips with passion. He keeps you locked in his embrace for several moments, and then when he finally pulls away, it’s only to catch his breath.
His breath is a bit heavy. Your lips tingle slightly from the loss.
"You're so pretty Jason, such a pretty boy." You whisper hotly against his lips, moving the laptop to the night stand and slinging your legs to sit in his lap.
His eyes widen slightly for a moment, and his breathing accelerates again for a second as you sit in his lap, pressing against him. “You think I’m that good-looking, eh?” he asks teasingly, and he looks at you with raised eyebrows, his smile seeming a little bit playful.
His voice sounds a little softer, though, and he seems almost relaxed, despite the situation.
After a moment, you feel his hands move towards the back of your neck, massaging it. “I’ve never really been the kind of guy to get compliments…” he adds. “… This is a nice change.”
He smiles up at you, and the smile seems gentle. “… I like it,” he adds quietly.
You smile softly. "You don't even know the half of it Jason. The things I'd do to you.”
"Oh, really?" he replies, his tone shifting back to a more playful, mocking tone.
His smile shifts, and it almost feels like there's an edge to his voice now. "If that's the case, you'd better move quickly, or I might be the one doing things to you."
"Maybe another night." you comment, pushing him to lay on his back. "How flexible are you?"
He arches an eyebrow at you, tilting his head to the side for a moment before answering. “I’m not the most flexible, but I’m pretty flexible…” he adds, his voice sounding slightly embarrassed for a second, but then it shifts back to its usual confidence. “Why do you ask?”
"How do you feel about me spreading your legs wide and fucking you?" You say boldly looking him in the eyes. "If that's not your cup of tea we can do something else." You add. "I'm down for whatever."
Jason’s eyes widen, and he sits back up, looking at you like he can’t fully believe what he just heard. “Fuck-“ he murmurs before pausing, his voice shaking slightly.
After a second, his voice shifts to a more commanding tone again as he pushes himself up, his voice sounding a bit shaky for a second, but seemingly back to normal. “Is that what you want?” he replies, and he sounds almost playful now. “You want me to lay back and let you fuck me?”
You nod in response, peering down at him from your position. "I've wanted to have my way with you for ages” you pause a moment before continuing, “I mean, have you seen your thighs Jason?"
“I have a nice pair of legs I have to admit…” he replies, sounding a little bit amused. “Is that the only reason you want me, though?” he asks, his voice sounding a little bit teasing. “Good legs?”
"You've got a nice pair of tits too, I can't even pay attention half the time we're talking. Why do you have to wear such tight shirts." you bemoan looking to the ceiling jokingly.
“You like it, don’t you?” he teases, his voice sounding much more flirtatious now than usual. He stares at you as he talks. “You like staring at my body?”
A small smile plays around his lips, he pushes himself a little bit closer to you. “Does it turn you on?” He asks, his voice sounding dark.
You groan loudly and push him back down. "Can I see them?'' You request quietly. "Can I see your tits, Jason?"
Jason looks up at you nervously for a second. His confidence seems to disappear. Right before you're about to back off he slowly pulls the shirt off his shoulders. It seems more like the act of someone undressing out of insecurity than out of confidence.
As you observe him you see tons of scars, ranging from burns, bullets, to a long autopsy scar. You feel a pang of hurt while you look at them. He doesn’t even attempt to hide any of his scars, just leaves his body on full display for you to see.
As you finish memorizing the marks you quickly focus on his defined muscle. Looking from his abs slowly up to his pecs. With Jason’s pecs now on display you slowly drag your hands up his body, squeezing them gently and watching his face. The muscle firm yet soft, his nipples hardening.
Jason lets out a small gasp as you touch his chest, and he seems to almost recoil for a second. his face seeming a bit flushed. He raises both his hands, putting them on yours to keep your hands there as you grope him.
He stares at you for another moment, a small smile playing around his lips, his eyes never leaving yours as he looks up at you. “They’re not… the most handsome, are they?” he asks quietly, his voice sounding a little insecure.
"The scars?" You ask lightly, fully taking in his toned torso. Squeezing his pecs once again. "I like them." You whisper quietly looking at him softly.
He nods a little bit, seeming less nervous now. He’s quiet for another moment as you continue, his warm hands still holding yours against him. “So, are you just going to grope my chest the whole time? Or… Are you gonna do something else?” He asks, tilting his head slightly and grins.
Sighing you pull your hands away and lean back sitting on his thighs. Fully looking at him you drag your eyes down to rest at his crotch. The sweatpants he's wearing doing nothing to hide his boner. A small wet patch barely forming where the curve is most defined.
Jason shifts under your eyes, his bulge becoming more prominent. “Quit staring.” he mutters, avoiding eye contact.
"Safe words Beetlejuice." You say before sliding his pants and boxers down slowly. His member springing free. Red and desperate, his cock and balls resting against his meaty thighs. The sweatpants framing them nicely as you sit on top.
The words seem to grab Jason’s attention, and he stops for a second as he looks at you, his eyes widening again. He hesitates for the smallest moment, but then he nods in understanding. “Beetlejuice, got it,” he echoes, but his voice seems a little bit breathless, and he sounds a little bit distracted.
You nod and teasingly play with his hips, rubbing along them and around his dick. Never fully touching.
He watches you, seeming almost mesmerized by the way you’re teasing him. He rocks his hips up every few seconds. He takes a few deep breaths, trying to calm himself.
His breath starts to become a little heavier, and as you get close to him, you can see his eyes starting to become a little more hazy.
His dick twitches and jumps as his hips thrust looking for stimulation. “Let's see that flexibility.” You say rearranging his legs, as you begin to push his knees up to his chest, his cock trapped between his thighs and abs as his sweatpants stay wrapped around him. His perk ass being revealed fully.
Jason watches as you reposition his legs, his face seeming to become more tense. He seems to almost bite his lip for a second, and his breathing becomes even heavier and shorter.
“Hold your knees.” You demand removing your hands so he can take over. His vision seems almost cloudy. He’s still quiet for a moment, but then he lets out a soft breath, and reaches up to grasp them.
Grabbing some lube you pour it along his crack, watching him twitch from the cold liquid before pouring some on your finger and just rubbing between his cheeks. You do that up and down a few times, readjusting your weight to spread your legs better and sit on your heels. After a moment you press the pad of your finger against his hole, not fully sliding in yet.
You look at him expectantly, raising an eyebrow. He's panting a little and looking at you confused. After a moment he rolls his eyes realizing what you're asking, “Finger me.” he says irritated. You nod and slowly push the finger in, his ass warm and tight.
Jason's eyes shoot open, and his breath sharply hitches when you push against his tightness. He seems to tense up for a second, but he doesn’t move.
After another few moments, he relaxes his body again, and closes his eyes.
You make quick work easing your finger in and stretching him out. a slick noise being the only sound in the room besides yours and Jason's sounds of pleasure.
After a few seconds, you think everything is fine. But then, Jason seems to suddenly tense up, his body moving around under you, a small noise of surprise escaping his lips.
For a moment, he stops breathing, and his breaths almost seem to hitch for a split second before he tries to take another deep breath, but he seems to have been taken off guard by the feeling. His face seems a bit red, and his eyes are still glued to you, but suddenly there’s something else in there, too. It’s hard to tell quite what, but it almost seems like… excitement?
“That feels… That feels so good…” he exhales, breathing heavily, and this time it sounds less controlled than before. The way he says the words is almost a bit desperate, like he can barely get himself to form the words.
You smile looking at his eyes before focusing on where your finger disappears. "You look so pretty like this Jason, letting me do what I want." You say as you ease another digit in. The hole widening as he groans. Groaning from either the praise or stimulation, possibly both.
"Such a pretty good boy." You continue, moving fingers to search for his prostate. dragging along his inner walls.
He gasps slightly, and his breath hitches a little bit, and it seems like he’s doing his best to hold in the noise he suddenly makes.
"Don't hold it in, I wanna hear you. I like it when men whimper. Makes me feel warm inside." You say sliding a third finger in as you continue to change angles.
He doesn’t respond immediately, and you think he might not have heard you, but a few seconds later, he lets out a small whimper. It sounds half-way between a moan and a groan, and his breathing sounds even heavier now.
His breath starts to become more rapid again, and his face starts to look redder than before. His eyes slowly close, and you can see his lips part slightly, but he still seems to be trying not to make a full sound. But it’s getting harder and harder to stop himself…
Just then you press against his prostate.
His eyes open widely, his hips attempting to follow that sensation. He lets out a small groan at first before gasping. Clutching his knees and looking at you helplessly.
“I…” He pauses for a moment, his face looking a little bit embarrassed. “Fuck….” he gasps quietly. “I…” He pauses again.
A minute passes, as the two of you stare at each other, his chest moving up and down quickly, he squirms a little frustrated breathing harshly. You smile and go even slower, pressing against his bundle of nerves at a weaker pace.
You glide your fingers in and out in smooth motions. as he relaxes again, he exhales loudly, a soft whine leaving his mouth, and then another one, and then another, and then another…
Suddenly, Jason seems to stop himself from making more noises, and his eyes snap open, staring right at you. His voice is low and quiet as he speaks, but his words seem more focused. “You’re teasing me again…”, and then he adds quietly, “It’s annoying…”
You smile brightly at him massaging his prostate. "Maybe." you reply.
Jason seems taken aback by the sudden feeling, and his body seems to jerk a little bit, but he doesn’t say anything.
There’s a long, heavy pause, and then he suddenly opens his mouth, and a deep moan escapes him. It sounds like he couldn’t hold it back anymore. His body seems to start moving around more again, and he lets out a few more deep moans, but then he suddenly grabs your wrist, gently but firmly stopping you from moving your fingers further.
You look up at him, eyes wide. “What's wrong?” you ask quickly.
“I don’t think I can handle much more…” he says slowly, panting, his eyebrows raised in surprise. It seems like he’s trying not to moan again, “I don't want to come too soon.” he says desperately, his words slurring.
You feel your stomach burn in need. “You don’t need to worry about that.” You reply hotly, your eyes trailing along his body.
“You don’t know what you’re doing to me…” he says, his voice seeming to crack ever so slightly, even though he sounds more confident than before. He hesitates for a split second, but then he closes his eyes as another low groan escapes him, and his grip on your wrist loosens, his hand almost sliding off your wrist as he lets you move your hand again.
“Keep going…”
You nod but to his surprise begin pulling away and reaching under the bed. After a second of shuffling around you slowly pull out a large vibrator and look at him. "Is this okay?" You whisper, lightly rubbing his loose twitching hole.
Jason doesn’t seem to object to the question, but instead just closes his eyes again as you start to play with him more. The toy looks very intimidating to him, though, and he stares at it for a long moment before he nods again. “Go for it,” he says quietly, his voice sounding a little breathless.
“Turn around for me.” you say smiling at him. He looks at you for a second, shaky hands gripping his knees before swallowing loudly and shifting. The sweatpants that were hanging to his hips fall down to rest where his knees sit on the bed, his boxer's elastic staying exactly where it was. He rocks back and forth a little resting onto his elbows.
His muscles seem to go a bit tense when he first moves, but after a moment, he seems to relax again, his face relaxing as well.
Jason waits quietly, face flushed as you slowly push the toy into him. His hole swallowing it up, widening to accommodate the large shape.
He begins to shiver and gasp, pushing his hips backwards to meet you. “Fuck.” He groans loudly.
After you fully push it in, the two of you sit still for a moment. Jason adjusting to the size and breathing deeply.
He groans again, quietly this time, his face starting to look very flushed. It seems to take him a few seconds to adjust to the feeling, but after just a few moments, his breathing starts to become heavier and more rapid again, almost like it was before.
Slowly you reach for the remote and show Jason the dial. "This is the remote to the toy, it goes up to five." you whisper looking for confirmation that he's listening.
“I heard you,” Jason says, his voice still a little bit breathy, but there’s a smile in his voice. He seems to be getting more comfortable as time goes on.
“Go ahead then,” he adds, almost sounding eager.
Nodding, you turn the dial to one. A low buzzing sound fills the room coming from inside Jason.
That gets a small noise of surprise out of Jason, he begins to wiggle his hips slightly, his dick jostling with the movements.
You watch Jason for a moment as he continuously rocks his hips and clenches his thighs together before turning the dial up a notch. The buzzing growing louder.
He lets out another noise of surprise, and the shaking gets more intense. He seems to try to hold himself back for a second, but then he lets out another deep moan.
“Do it again…” he tells you, almost sounding like he’s begging for more.
You immediately turn the dial up to four, moving your hand to push the vibrator back in as it slips out slightly.
He lets out another low moan, this time sounding a lot more intense than before. It seems like the toy is affecting him more than you would have expected.
Suddenly, he grabs your wrist again, but this time, he starts pressing it in towards his body in a firmer way, his breathing getting even heavier and more erratic again. “Keep going…” he says.
“Okay” you say wetly and push the toy in and out of Jason quickly, watching his body move with the motions. Jason's elbows give at this moment, his ass in the air while his face is pressed into the pillows, his arms hugging it tightly.
“Good boy.” You begin to praise him, watching him whimper in response. “So pretty, look at you go.” He whines and pushes against you even harder. “You close handsome?” You ask leaning towards his ear and reaching out to hold his hip.
“Y- yes…” he says, the words almost seeming to come out rushed. “I- I can’t… I can’t hold it in much longer…”
His voice is starting to crack a little bit, but the toy still seems to have him in its trance. You slide your hand down to take hold of his cock, gripping it before beginning to frantically jerk him off.
There's a long pause and Jason seems to freeze for a moment before he begins to moan, the sound trailing off into whines as he shakes. His muscles clench and unclench as he grasps desperately at the sheets and pillows as he comes. He continues this set of movements for a moment before stopping and breathing out.
A few moments pass, the buzzing of the vibrator continues and he begins to shake his head, “Take… Take it ou-” He's cut off by a loud whimper. You quickly lean back and remove the toy, turning it off and rubbing Jason's back. He sighs happily and pants, his chest moving up and down. His hair is sweaty and stuck to his forehead and his eyes are closed.
You keep rubbing his back before getting up quickly to get a wet rag and some water. Leaving Jason for just a moment before returning. “Here, sit up really quick, drink some water.” You encourage leaning close to him.
He mumbles and shakes his head ignoring you. “Jason just real quick, you’ll feel better.” He cracks an eye out to look at you and groans. Finally sitting up he shakely takes the cup and drinks half of it. Gasping as he finally breathes, handing the cup back to you.
You smile and set the cup next to the laptop on the nightstand and begin cleaning him. He watches you sleepily as you wipe him down, pulling his dirty boxers and sweatpants from his legs and throwing them aside. When you finally finish he smiles at you stupidly wide. “I like you.” He whispers, leaning back into the pillows and shuffling to make room for you.
Snorting you slide under the blanket to join him, laying your head on his chest. He's sticky with sweat but you don't really care. “I like you, too.” You reply as Jason blushes, his eyes slowly closing as he finally falls asleep.