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First, there's a thud that flows through the slightly open window from the alley next to your apartment, followed by a metallic sounding ding of something heavy hitting the floor.
You only just heard it over the torrential Gotham rain.
The sound wouldn't have been audible at all if you weren't cosied up on your window seat already, reading Frankenstein, covered in a blanket with a cup of warm hot chocolate.
Earlier you got caught in the cold, autumn rain, so you’re desperate to warm up after being chilled to the bone. You really didn't want to go back out, you've only just gotten dry.
But, it was a concerning, body-like thud.
Pressing your face up against the mildly foggy glass, you peered down into the alley to see if you could spot anything below but the angle was weird, and you could see nothing.
Sighing, you quickly put your still damp, waterproof coat back on, along with your boots, before running back to climb down the old rusty fire escape.
It creaked ominously with every step, and you tried not to think about how high up to you were. Maybe it would be better to just go round the front on the way back.
With shaky limbs, you finally feel the solid, soaked concrete below your soles, and let out a little sigh of relief.
Right, the thud.
You scan the alley, squinting in the rain, searching for the cause of the noise in the low light. The street lamp barely lit the place up.
If Jason knew you were doing this, he’d have a fit.
Jason Todd was your best friend, since you were little. You’d lost him when you were nine and he was twelve.
He’d been there one day, and gone the next, and a few years later, you saw he’d been declared missing, and yet he’d somehow still made his way back to you.
He’d told you when he found you again, that when you were younger, some rich guy randomly adopted him, which is why he basically disappeared from your life. He told you that he’d begged to bring you too but no one would let him.
He didn’t like to talk about the time where he was officially missing very much, barely telling you a thing about what happened to him.
The years had distanced you both, but it didn’t take long to warm back up to each other.
You could tell he was different somehow, hardened, but you still see the same boy you knew in him as well.
You saw it in the way his face lights up when he finds a book he wants to read. You see it in the bliss on his face when he eats good food, or the mischievous smile he flashes you when he says something dirty or sarcastic.
You’d been stupidly in love with him for years but how could you risk his friendship? You’re almost certain he doesn’t like you back. Plus, though you didn’t know the exact details, you have a feeling he’s been through enough. The last thing you want is to push him away.
There’s been moments before, with some kind of heated tension when you’ve caught yourselves closer than friends would be, so close you could feel his breath on your lips, but he always pulled back. Quickly, like he was doused in cold water.
Like he remembers it’s you, and he doesn’t want that with you, he was just caught up in the moment.
So you respect Jason’s feelings, and keep your own to yourself. It’s easier this way and you’d rather have him in your life.
There’s movie nights, nights where you both curl up and read, he takes you places on the back of his motorbike, he meets you when you have a late shift from work so you don’t walk home by yourself.
Most movie nights, you laugh together till you’re crying and your stomachs hurt at the shitty horror movie, ending up throwing bits of popcorn at each-other and faux fighting about the correct way to survive this movies threat.
He also always likes to fix things in your apartment for you, looking at your boiler when it stopped working, fixing the janky lock on your front door, simply changing light bulbs with his feet still firmly planted on the floor, arm above his head not even fully extended and he can still reach.
Jason got tall.
It had been nine years since you’d last seen him, when he randomly showed up at the shitty diner you worked at, after years of you thinking he was actually dead.
He’d been awkward, stuttering over his words as he tried to explain who he was, shrinking his massive stature, afraid he was going to frighten you somehow.
But you’d known who he was immediately. Under the gruff, scarred looking man was still the same boy who would steal cookies for you when you were upset.
He’d been so surprised when you’d just hugged him, no hesitation. It took him a second to reboot and hug you back, letting out a nervous, relieved sort of laugh.
“I thought you were dead” you had mumbled against his chest, eyes stinging from years of pent up emotions.
Jason made a small pained sound, and hugged you tighter.
“I’m here now, I’m sorry” he said quietly into your hair.
That was five years ago.
Now, you were as close as you’d ever been, spending most days at your apartment. Jason didn’t like you going to his very often.
“It’s a mess” he’d always say, “but your apartment is so much cosier” he’d argue, and he’d always win.
You didn’t really mind much, you were just happy to have him back in your life, and he’d usually come round when he said he would, so it’s not like he’s avoiding you.
He never really stayed over though, always leaving at eleven at night or so, no matter how much you said it was okay, or you don’t have to walk home in the rain. Only when you’d both been out to a bar or something would he eventually pass out on your sofa, too drunk to move.
But you tried not to push. You didn’t really know what happened to him, he seemed to hate you asking about it, but you could see the scars on his arms, or stomach when his shirt raised up when he reached for something up on a high shelf.
You were worried about him, truthfully. Even now, he’d show up with bruises and injuries like he’d been fighting or something.
Whenever you asked about them, he’d just shrug you off, or give you the most puppy dog eyes with a small “please don’t, I’m fine” paired with a pained expression which you couldn’t refuse.
You had your best friend back, but you didn’t have all of him back. Something was different.
As kids, you’d told eachother everything.
But you’re not kids anymore, he’s a grown man and he’s allowed to have secrets, so you simply try to deal with it.
You try to ignore the bruises on his cheeks, or the way his lip splits again when he laughs, tongue darting out to lick the blood. You try to ignore the way he winces when he pulls stitches you’re not supposed to know about, or groans at the ache of his beaten body when he gets up off the sofa.
When you shove painkillers into his hand, or come up to dab the red off his swollen lip with an alcohol wipe, neither of you talk about where the injuries come from.
He still lets you help him though, which is better than a couple of years ago, when he would simply deny he was hurt at all, even though you could see it plain as day, and would actively avoid you on days it was obvious.
This was much better than that.
So you let him keep his secrets, hoping one day he might tell you when he feels ready to.
You just hope he doesn’t get the absolute shit beat into him before that.
The end of the alley way is dark, so dark you can hardly see anything. Straining your eyes, you try to look for what caused the ominous thud, and catch a glimpse of something on the floor a few feet in front of you, shrouded in the dark shadows.
Slowly, you creep forward, trying to make it out in the rain before you realise that it’s a man. A large man. Just, laying there on the floor, face up towards the down pour.
Except it’s not his face, it’s a mask. A red mask, with two white eye holes. You could hear the quiet metallic pings of the rain, bouncing off the adornment.
Shit.
Is this Red Hood?
You’d seen him on the news before. He’s a vigilante, a vicious one.
Scanning the rest of his body, you can make out multiple deep wounds, if the crimson puddle slowly mixing with the rain around him is anything to go by.
Fuck.
Crouching to get a better look, you quickly realise you can’t move him by yourself, and you doubt he’d be pleased if you called the police or an ambulance.
Which leaves your ride or die, Jason.
He’d be able to help move the large figure.
With trembling hands, you pull your phone out, desperately wiping it when it immediately gets covered in thick droplets of rain.
You press your contact:
JayJay🤍
And bring the damp phone to your ear, listening to the tone.
It rings, once, twice, before another sound fills the alley.
Bzz Bzz Bzz Bzz Bzz
The sound is coming from the man’s trouser pocket. You’re close enough to hear it.
Moving your phone away from your ear, you look at the contact name and then towards the buzzing again.
No.
It can’t be.
It’s just a coincidence.
The call times out, and you redial Jason’s number.
Bzz Bzz Bzz Bzz Bzz
Fumbling fingers managed to pull the man’s phone out of his luckily waterproof pocket, and you nearly drop it when you see the caller ID.
My Dovey🕊️😩🫦🙏
That’s Jason’s nickname for you, since you were little because he used to say you had cooties and tell you that you were being all “lovey dovey” when you would cling to him, though he’d never push you away.
This can’t be…
Red Hood can’t be… Jason?
You don’t even have the brain capacity to make sense of the emojis next to your name right now, you’d never seen his contact info for you before.
With trembling hands, you kneel down beside potentially Jason, and lift his head to your lap, feeling around the helmet for some way to take it off.
There seems to be some kind of small button at the back so you push it, and hope for the best.
There’s a soft mechanical whirring, and the helmet shifts so it’s loose enough to slide off. And ever so slowly, that’s what you do.
The helmet comes off, and you gasp.
Fuck.
It’s fucking Jason.
Jason Todd is Red Hood.
Jason Todd is currently bleeding out in an alley way, and the only person you could ring to help was him. His face is covered in bruises, already furious shades of purple.
“Jason” you say gently, not trusting your voice, tapping the side of his face to try and wake him up. The cold rain is on his bare skin now which seems to be helping him regain some consciousness.
His eyebrows twitch.
“Jason, wake up” you try again, voice cracking as you try not to cry, louder this time, shaking him gently.
Below you, Jason’s face forms a confused frown at the voice and the feeling of the rain beating down on his face.
“Please Jason, wake up” you almost sob this time, and his green eyes fly open.
Jason looks alarmed right away, eyes darting around to you, then his surroundings, to the Red Hood mask placed next to him on the ground.
“Fuck” he rasps a mixture of pain and the realisation that you must have found him like this. He must have stumbled to the only place he could think of in his bloodless brain.
Jason tries to stand up, but immediately doubles over with a pained grunt at his injuries, stumbling as he loses his footing slightly.
“Whoa, Jay slow down, you’re hurt” you scold in surprise as you come to steady him as he got to his feet. He quickly turns to you.
“I’m so fucking sorry” Jason’s voice is full of regret as he looks you in the eye, something beyond the puppy dog eyes he usually pulls.
“You can apologise when you’re not actively bleeding out Jay, come on, we need to get you upstairs” you nearly beg, wrapping his arm round your shoulder to help take some of his weight.
He grunts in pain at the first step, knowing better than to try and argue with you right now, and eventually leans a small bit of his weight onto you. He groans when he dips to get the helmet before you can do it first.
Ever so slowly, you both make your way up the creaky fire escape, Jason’s boots thudding heavily with every step. After awkwardly managing to climb through your window, he quickly creates a puddle of rain and blood on the floor around him where he’s stood.
“I’m sorry” he gasps out as you bring him to lay down on the couch, “I’m gettin’ blood on all y’ shit.” The last part of his sentence is more mumbled, and you realise he’s passing out again.
“Hey, Hey!” You pretty much shout as you shake him and his eyes fly open again.
Trying to undo the body armour as quick as you can with shaky hands, you manage to shed layers till his chest was bare, and you could see the extent of his injuries.
His chest was blue and black, he looked he liked been hit with a car or something. The stab wounds weren’t nearly as deep as you thought they were with the amount of blood. They looked… partially healed?
That’s impossible. The amount of blood he’s lost, he should probably already be dead by now.
“Jason…” you mutter in bewilderment to yourself under your breath, cleaning them with an alcohol wipe anyway. His stomach tenses at the sting, and you try really hard not to stare at his shirtless self.
It was hard not to stare at Jason whenever he was shirtless, he was deliciously ripped, sculpted biceps and abs, defined v in his stomach and a wide, toned back. He had a tattoo on his shoulder, which went with his earrings, and with his white streak of hair, he started to have a bit of an alt boy look about him.
He was watching you as you used some suture strips to close the wounds, them not even needing stitches anymore. Jason was feeling a little less light headed now he wasn’t actively losing so much blood, but his head was still pounding from the beating he took, and his body ached.
You took a steadying breath, satisfied he isn’t going to bleed out on your sofa.
“You need to get out of those wet trousers” you deduced matter of factly, already leaving to find something of his he’d left here that he could wear. You quickly shed your own damp clothes, and put on some soft sleep shorts and one of Jason’s big shirts you’d stolen.
Returning with some of his Wonder Woman jogging bottoms that he sometimes uses as pyjamas, you couldn’t help the heat that rushed to your face when you walked in on him pulling his soggy trousers down, revealing the tight, wet Red Hood boxers he was wearing. The rain had seeped through his combat trousers, causing the fabric to stick to his skin obscenely.
The theme of the boxers made you giggle despite everything, even as you quickly averted your eyes from the very noticeable bulge in the cotton. Not even aroused, just large, like the rest of him.
Jason’s head snapped up at the sound, and one of his hands covers his crotch as he takes the pyjamas you’re holding out for him.
“Wearing your own merch?” You laugh, keeping your entire head turned away. Jason finds it less funny right now.
“I’m so sorry Dovey, I’ll tell you everything, I didn’t want you to find out like this” Jason starts, pausing his task before he even shed the wet underwear. He takes a step towards you, “I was going to tell you I swear-“ he continues.
“Jay” you say in a small voice as your eyes dart back towards him, to where he’s stood looking incredibly indecent in your living room before quickly looking away again, “get dressed.”
Jason at least has the decency to blush.
He quickly sheds his soaked underwear, and pulls on his bottoms, nearly tripping in the process from how quick he’s trying to be.
You can’t help but laugh again at his mumbled swear as he caught himself.
“Okay, I’m dressed” he says a bit awkwardly. Dressed meaning those pyjamas and nothing else.
Jason had already slowly started walking towards you, like he’s expecting you to run away.
You didn’t, you stayed where you were, face shifting into something certifiably pissed as the situation came crashing down on you again, and you folded your arms across your chest.
Jason actually winced, he hated when you looked at him like this. He doesn’t think he’s ever seen you this mad.
He waits with bated breath for you to say something, anything, explode on him, but you don’t. You simply wait for him to explain himself. He thinks that might be worse.
“I- he-“ Jason stutters, trying to find the words. “The rich guy who adopted me was Batman” he ends up blurting out, figuring that would be a good place to start.
You raise your eyebrows a fraction in surprise, but say nothing else, expecting him to continue.
“He made me Robin. He trained me to be his sidekick, taught me how to fight and I’m good at it.” Jason continues, running his hand through his bi-coloured hair.
He steps closer to you. “I’m so sorry, I swear I didn’t mean for you to find out like this, I wanted to tell you, I didn’t want you to be in any danger, I thought you’d think I was a monster… I didn’t want to scare you…” Jason explains, voice full of genuine despair.
You can see the tears glistening, unshed in his green eyes which cracks through your stony exterior a little. You sigh, exasperated.
“I’d never think that about you Jason, ever” you say firmly. “I wouldn’t have told anyone…” you say in a smaller voice than you would have liked.
Jason steps closer yet, and holds your head in his hands, ducking slightly to look you in the eye.
“I know.” He states firmly, “god I know, I know you wouldn’t have told anyone. I trust you, I trust you more than anyone, I just… I can’t stand the idea of you getting dragged into one of my messes.”
The icy look in your eyes melts at that, and the same unshed tears start to sting your eyes too.
“These people I deal with, they’re nasty pieces of shit. I couldn’t bear it if something happened to you because they came after you. I wanted to keep Red Hood as far away as I could from you. That’s why I wanted to keep you away from my place… I just wanted keep you safe” Jason explains, voice cracking towards the end, “I’m so sorry you had to find out like that.”
You can’t say you’re not a little hurt, but you can understand where he’s coming from. He wasn’t trying to hurt you, or hide stuff from you because he didn’t trust you. You had a million questions though.
“It’s okay Jay… I- I’m a little hurt but I’m not mad at you. I think.” you stutter, trying to find words for your feelings. “I’m mostly just glad you’re okay” you say as your lip wobbles slightly at the thought of losing him again. Jason spots it immediately and pulls you into a hug which you reciprocate, burying your face in his bare chest.
Though you’re pulling back suddenly to look up at him after you had a realisation.
“How are you okay? You lost so much blood” you ask, wondering how his wounds healed so quickly.
Jason sighs, like he’s been waiting for this question.
“Why don’t we sit down?” He suggests, gesturing to the sofa.
And so, sat with your legs in his lap, due to him pulling them there immediately, Jason Todd tells you the story of how he died.
And came back.
He tells you about being Robin, the Joker, the crowbar, the Pit. He tells you about the enhanced healing it caused, hence the stab wounds and his speedy recovery time. He tells you about Red Hood. About Batman.
Jason tells you everything he’s tried to keep from you these past five years, from fear of you looking at him like some freak. From fear of you getting sucked into this world of vigilantes and insane, murderous villains. He’d sworn to himself he would keep you out of it.
Yet the second he’d opened his mouth, he couldn’t stop. It poured out of him like a river, easing the weight on his shoulders caused by the secrets every passing word.
At a particularly crowbar-y part of his story, Jason had pulled you into his lap when he saw the tears running down your face, despite your protests about him being injured.
That was the only break as he tried to comfort your now hard sobs, as you cried over him recounting getting brutally murdered at fifteen years old by a psychopathic clown.
“Hey Dovey, don’t cry, I promise I’m okay now” he tries to reassure with a tight smile. Which was true enough, sure he still has nightmares, mainly about that night, but he’s mostly gotten used to the whole resurrection thing. He continues to tell you the truth about his life since he got taken from you.
“So… that’s everything I think” he finishes with a sigh eventually, his hand now running up and down your back to sooth you like this all didn’t happen to him.
Bringing your hand up to the side of his face, you trace the larger, now much more obvious scar on his cheek with a shaky finger. You’d always seen it but now you know it was supposed to look like a jagged ‘J’, you saw it in a different light. Jason lets you, leans into your touch even, and his eyes slip shut as you rested your whole palm there.
Your poor boy. The idea of him going through all that, and so young makes you feel sick. You’re just so glad he’s okay now, that he did somehow manage to find his way back to you. And now he’s sat here comforting you about it?
Burying your face in his neck, you try to calm yourself down a bit. He’s okay now. He’s here. In your flat, with you in his lap. The realisation of your position crashes down on you without the haze of heavy emotion.
“That’s not everything” you mutter, leaning back to look at him. Jason cocks his head, wondering what he forgot.
“Care to explain my contact name?” You tease lightly, managing a little smile.
Jason’s eyes widened at that, and his face turned red.
“My Dovey, moaning face emoji, lip bite emoji, prayer hands emoji?” You repeat with air quotations what you saw earlier and he gets redder with every word.
“What- How- When?” He splutters, embarrassed as his face continues to heat up.
You do manage to laugh this time.
“When I found you outside, I rang you to come help us, and your phone was ringing in your pocket” you explained.
Jason sighed and tipped his head back on the sofa cushion, giving you a nice view of his adam’s apple and the veins in his neck.
“At least you’re not in the habit of unmasking every vigilante you come across” he huffs, still not looking at you.
The blush had gone down his throat now.
He peeks down at you with one eye, before sighing again.
“You’re not going to let this go, are you?” He says, already defeated.
“Nope” you say, popping the p, looking at him expectantly. You’re honestly expecting him to say it’s some kind of joke.
“Dovey… I- god I don’t even know what to say” he groans, tipping his head down onto your shoulder.
“It’s okay if it’s a joke” you laugh weakly. His head whips upwards again to look at you.
“A joke?” He asks, cocking his head.
“Yeah, I don’t know, just something that makes you laugh, a dare or something between your guy friends…” you shrug. “A joke.”
Jason’s eyebrows furrow as you talk.
“You think calling you mine would be… a joke to me?” He asks lowly.
You just shrug again, looking down instinctively, only to be met with the sight of his still bare chest.
He doesn’t let you look away for long, a curled index finger gently lifting your chin.
You’re caught off guard by the look on his face. He’s looking at you with a mixture of devastation and absolute adoration.
“Dove, how could that be a joke? It’s what I want more than anything in the world” he says gently.
Now it’s your turn to look confused.
“What do you mean?” You ask in a small voice, wanting him to clarify before you even dare hope.
“I mean” Jason starts, “I mean… I’m fucking in love with you” he all but sighs like he’s reluctant to admit it, eyes scanning your face frantically as he finishes his sentence.
You stare at him for a second. Then another. Then another.
Long enough for him to start to panic. His eyes widen.
“Fuck, it’s okay that you don’t feel the same way, I didn’t expect you to, we can forget this, please, I don’t want to lose you as a friend too, I want to keep you safe, I don’t deserve you anyway, please just- don’t-” you cut off his panicked ramblings with the only thing you can think of, a kiss.
Jason freezes, and makes a surprised sound against your mouth, before he gasps and kisses you back heatedly.
His arms pull you by the waist as close as possible to him, as your own wind around his shoulders. He shivers when you card your fingers through the hair at the back of his neck, kissing you deeply, his tongue slipping into your mouth.
“Fuck” Jason basically whimpers against your lips at the taste of you, before pulling back to look at you, both of you panting.
His eyes meet your own, and he’s searching them again.
“I- I love you too Jay Jay” you breathe out, still breathless from the kiss.
Green eyes widened again, as though he’s still not expecting you to say that, even though you kissed him.
He lets out a shuddering breath.
“Fuck I’ve loved you for so long Dovey” he says before he’s pulling you into another kiss. Both of you melt into each other, as he repositions you to straddle his lap, a leg on either side of him.
Jason’s hands travel up and down your waist as he devours you, slipping his tongue into your mouth as his hand tangles in your damp hair, holding you to him.
“I don’t deserve you” he breaths into your mouth, which makes you pull back slightly, dispute him chasing you.
He’s trying to fight his own inner monologue, torn between finally having you, and keeping his distance to keep you safe.
“Don’t say that” you scold, “you deserve good things Jason. Anything you want.”
“Just want you” he mutters immediately, before pressing his lips to yours again like now he’s had a taste, he can’t get enough.
As you kiss, your hands travel down his bare chest and you feel him shudder beneath you.
“Dovey” he groans out, his voice deeper now, rougher, as his hands bravely slide down to cup your ass, pulling you even tighter against him, so tight that you can feel his erection, his loose trousers doing nothing to hide it.
Experimentally, you shift your hips over him as you kiss, and he lets out a softer, deeper sound, his hands flying to your hips to still you.
“Fuck” he breathes as he pulls back slightly, “are you sure?”
“Please Jason” you hum as you dip your head to kiss his jaw. He lets his his head fall back and a breathy moan escapes him. Fuck, you went to hear that again.
His hands return to your ass, and suddenly, you’re in the air.
You yelp in surprise, and wrap yourself around Jason’s strong body instinctively.
“Jay! You’re hurt, put me down!” You protest, wiggling slightly to try and get him to drop you.
He just laughs at you, holding you tighter against him and starts to walk towards your bedroom.
Taking the opportunity to continue your quest for his pretty noises, you go back to kissing and sucking his neck while you run your hands through his hair, over his shoulders, dragging your nails along his scarred skin.
By the time he gently sets you down on your bed, Jason’s iron restraint is cracking. He stands over you, his hard cock tenting the front of his joggers obscenely.
His eyes follow when yours dip down, and he coughs slightly, blushing again. He knew he was hard, fuck he was throbbing, but he didn’t think it looked quite so obvious.
He felt less embarrassed as he watched you hungrily drag your eyes over his whole body, and you laughed a little when he couldn’t help but flex a bit under your heated gaze.
His abdomen rippled as he tensed, the defined muscles becoming even sharper, his biceps bulging, making you want to sink your teeth into them. The joggers hug so low on his hips you could see nearly all the way down the trail of dark hair, and you’re reminded he didn’t even have underwear on right now, made more obvious by the twitching tent in his pants.
Meanwhile, Jason’s staring you down too, taking in the sight of you laying below him on your bed, in his shirt that he’d not so accidentally left here, and those stupid little shorts that drive him insane every time you wear them around him, they bunch around your thighs so appealingly, barely covering your ass.
He steps forward, and slowly starts to take your top off, relaxing a little when you put your arms up to help him in his task.
As you stare up at him, breathing heavy, so much lust in your eyes, he takes in the sight of your bare skin, how your perfect tits lay, nipples peaked from the cold, the soft plush of your stomach. He thinks you look like a goddess.
Jason lets out another rough sound, and falls to his knees in front of you.
He reaches forward to wrap his hands around your thighs, and you gasp in surprise as he pulls you right to the edge of the bed, gently parting your legs to make room for himself between them.
Your face heats up, as his name escapes your lips in a breath again. You hadn’t expected him to do anything like this.
Jason’s green eyes are looking up at you, as he ever so slowly starts to press soft kisses to your inner thighs, occasionally sucking and leaving a little mark that makes you whine.
The arousal in your underwear is gathering quickly and he hasn’t even undressed you yet, and your breathing picks up as he presses the softest kiss over your clothed cunt, shamelessly groaning as he inhales your scent.
“Jay don’t tease” you pout, unable to stop the way your hips start to rock, trying to encourage him to pleasure you properly.
Jason scoffs.
“Don’t tease?” He says as he dips his fingertips under your shorts and slowly pulls them down your legs, leaving you in your black, boring, cotton underwear that you now regret wearing.
How were you to know this would happen? You weren’t even supposed to see him today, let alone fuck him.
“You’ve been running around, teasing me in those little fucking shorts for years and you want me not to tease you?” Jason continues roughly, looking up at you as he presses his face into your underwear instead, with just enough pressure to make you gasp but not much else.
His tongue presses against your clothed clit, and let’s out a deep little sound when the faint taste of your arousal seeps through the fabric. That sound has even more wetness gathering, and your hands fist the sheets beside you.
“Please Jay, touch me properly” you outright whine, unable to keep any neediness out of your voice. Jason chuckles softly, before licking a long stripe right up the centre of your underwear, tonguing your hole before pressing harder on your clit.
Pulling back, he finally starts to take your underwear off, and then, you’re completely bare before him. Your face flushes as he parts your legs again for him, his eyes fixed on the apex of your thighs.
Jason outright moans at the sight in front of him, the way your arousal is so clear, making your pussy glisten, your clit twitching for friction.
You open your mouth to say something, but you cut yourself off with a surprised moan as the heat of Jason’s mouth suddenly hits your core as he buries his face in you.
The rough sound he makes in sinful as he gets his first proper taste of you, dipping his tongue to lick at your entrance, getting as much of your arousal as he can before going back up to suck on your clit.
The hands that were tangled in the sheets fly to his hair, tugging him closer to you and pulling the strands in your fists in a way that makes him grunt.
“Jason!” You cry out as he spreads his tongue over your throbbing core, humming his own sounds of pleasure which vibrate through your body.
“Thought about this for so fucking long baby” Jason moans out against your cunt, tongue fucking you with his nose pressed against your puffy clit.
As you look down at him, you can how flushed his own face is, as his eyes shut, brow furrowed in obvious pleasure and concentration. You can see him shifting rhythmically below you, implying he’s currently humping the edge of your bed.
The thought of him doing that while eating you out turns you on all over again, and your moans are getting louder as the pleasure from his mouth climbs.
One of Jason’s large hands leaves your thighs, and you gasp as a thick finger gently places itself at your weeping entrance. Ever so slowly, he starts to press in, and you moan his name at the sensation. Even just one of his fingers satisfies you more than any toy ever could.
The hands in his hair tug again as you cry out when he crooks his finger just right, pressing against that sweet spot inside of you. Jason can feel how wet you are, the way his finger coaxes more arousal out of you and he moans against your clit, enjoying himself unbelievably so.
Slowly, he adds a second figure when he feels your walls start to flutter around him, signalling your oncoming finish. You let out a high pitched moan at the delightful stretch, and the steady flicking of his tongue against your clit has you slamming into an intense orgasm.
Jason works you through it, tongue and fingers working to wring every ounce of pleasure out of your body as your walls flutter and pulse around his digits. He lets out a deep groan which is drowned out by the way you whine his name, overcome with pleasure.
He keeps his movements up till you’re trying to push his head away, becoming oversensitive as your orgasm fades, but even then Jason is reluctant to leave this spot.
His movements slow to make them more bearable for you, content to stay between your legs like this for the rest of the night if you’d left him.
“Jason” you whine, “kiss me.”
“I am kissing you” he mumbles against your cunt, tongue sweeping as he makes out with your clit, but after a few more seconds, he detaches himself from you and kisses back up your body.
As he leans over you, you take in his disheveled appearance. His face is rosy with a blush that sits high on his cheekbones, his eyes hazy with arousal, pupils blown wide, his hair is wild, sticking up in all directions from your constant pulling, and his mouth is swollen, and glistening with your come, which he keeps darting his tongue out to lick up.
You can’t imagine you look much better though.
Jason thinks you look ethereal right now, as he looks down at you. Your face glows with the residual heat of your orgasm, looking up at him with big, hungry eyes. Your hair is a mess against the pillow, a light layer of sweat covering your skin which makes you glisten.
“I love you so fucking much baby” Jason says quietly, voice full of adoration, as he leans down to kiss you, pressing his body against the naked length of yours. You hum as you taste yourself on his mouth.
The pressure of his clothed, but hard cock pressing against your bare core makes you moan against his lips, hips rocking against him gently, spreading your arousal over his trousers as you breathe his name out.
A grunt escapes his lips at the friction, and he breaks the kiss to tip his head to your shoulder and lets out a deep groan against your skin.
“You’re gonna give me a fucking heart attack baby” Jason mutters deeply, only half joking as he brings your hand to his chest to feel how quickly you’re making his heart beat. You can’t help but smile at how frantic it is.
“Are you nervous?” You ask gently, using your other hand to stroke the back of his hair.
“So fucking nervous” he laughs humourlessly, like he hadn’t just been buried face first in your pussy.
“Why are you nervous Jay Jay? It’s just me”
He groans again at the gentleness in your voice, and the nickname.
“Exactly. It’s you, I want to be perfect for you.” He mumbles quietly against the bare skin of your neck, before pressing a kiss there. Then pressing another, and another.
Cupping his cheeks, you bring his head up to press a kiss to his lips. He melts into you, and rocks his hips into you like he can’t help himself.
“This is already perfect because it’s you Jay. We don’t have to do anything else today” you reassure gently, looking up at him while trying to tame your lust.
Jason pulls back abruptly to look at you properly in alarm at your words.
“Whoa, baby wait, slow down, I didn’t say that, I absolutely do not want to fucking stop, Christ I think I’d die all over again” he says roughly, before going right back to kissing and marking your pulse points.
You lightly slap his shoulder at the morbid words, but he’s quick to distract you, sighing out his name as he leaves yet another hickey on your neck for the world to see.
The sensation makes you thread your hands through his hair, and he lets out a low moan when you tug on it gently, his hips pressing against your soaking core again.
As his kisses come back to devour your lips, you slowly start to drag your hands down his chest, down to his stomach, taking your time to feel the curves and muscles of him, careful to avoid any of his wounds.
A soft pleased noise escapes his mouth, which turns into a deep groan when your nails scrape the edge of his waistband, so low down now due to his rutting that if you slipped your hand inside, you’d touch the base of his cock almost immediately.
So that’s what you do.
Dipping your hand below his waist hand, you spread your index and middle finger over the base of his throbbing member, a teasing touch.
Jason shudders above you, letting out a raspy “fuck” as he looks down between your bodies.
“You have too many clothes on” you whisper in his ear in what you hope is a sultry tone, pressing a light kiss to the skin behind his ear.
You’re not sure where this confidence is coming from, but you’re being fuelled by years of longing.
The man above you wholeheartedly agrees, and he’s quick to stand up and shed the last piece of clothing between you both.
As he pulls his joggers down, his aching cock slaps up against his toned stomach, and you can’t help but stare.
You saw the shape of it earlier but fuck, he’s huge. It’s proportional to the rest of him, the tip dark and flushed, leaking steadily. The whole length of him glistens slightly from the large damp patch he made in his clothes.
Like he can’t help himself, Jason tightened his hand around his throbbing member, squeezing like he’s trying to take the edge off and lets out a little sigh. His hand moves up and down the length one, twice as he looks at your flushed, naked figure on the bed, ready and wet for him.
Before Jason can make his way back to the bed, you’re moving to kneel on the floor in front of him. His mouth hangs open, this is the last thing he expected to you do.
Tentatively, your hand replaces his own, feeling the velvety hardness beneath your hand, hot to the touch. You feel it twitch as you make contact, and Jason lets out a choked noise.
“Oh fuck” he groans out, moaning deeply as you start to move your hand, just before coming to give a small lick to the bead of pre at the head, tasting him on your tongue. His hands tangle in your hair instinctively, trying not to thrust his hips into your mouth.
Taking the tip in your mouth, your tongue massages the sensitive spot on the underside and Jason groans, his hands tightening in your locks. You feel his hips twitch as he tries to control himself, but before you can even start to enjoy yourself, he’s pulling you away from him.
“Wanna- god, wanna fuck you baby, can’t wait any longer” he manages to get out in explanation, breathless, before he’s pulling you to your feet and walking you backwards so you fall onto the bed again.
This time, he wastes no time following you, kissing his way up your stomach, over your breasts, giving attention with his tongue to each nipple as he squeezes the other in is hand. He lets out a little groan, before slowly moving up over your collar bones, your neck.
As Jason comes to capture your lips in another heated kiss, his hands come to wrap your legs around his waist, and you gasp into his mouth when the warm head of his cock presses against your entrance, hard and incessant.
Pulling back, green eyes scan your already blissed out face for any sign of hesitation.
“You sure baby?” He asks gently, asking anyway though he finds no sign of anything in your face other than pure want for him.
Nodding your head, you let out small but sure “please Jason, fuck me” as you rock your hips slightly against him.
Letting out another rough sound, his lips meet yours again, and ever so slowly, he starts to move his hips, pushing into your hot, waiting core.
The stretch of him makes your breath hitch, and he pauses at the sound, pulling back to watch you, never taking his eyes off your face. The gentle rock of your hips encourages him though, and by the time his hips meet yours, you’re both panting into each other’s mouths.
The fullness you feel makes your eyes roll back in your head, lids fluttering shut as his tip presses up against your cervix. You’re surprised he even fit. As you shift your hips, he slips just that bit deeper and you both moan outright.
“You okay?” He breathes, rubbing his nose against your cheek as he dips to kiss along your jaw. You nod your head, hands tangling in his hair as you feel your walls fluttering around his thick intrusion.
The thick arm Jason is using to hold himself up is shaking while he lets you adjust to him, and you know it’s not because he’s not strong enough. His breathing is coming out hard over your skin, and you can feel him twitching inside of you every time your muscles clench.
“Fuck, you’re so tight baby” he groans out, flexing his hips just a little. Ever so slowly, he starts to move, rocking into you gently, slowly, like he’s afraid you’ll break.
Your sanity is hanging on by a thread at his careful movements, and you lift your hips into him, trying to encourage him to go faster.
“Fuck, Jay, please fuck me” you almost whine, becoming more and more desperate with every rock of his hips.
Jason pulls his head out of your neck, kneeling to pull your legs up against his chest, ankles resting on his shoulders before bending over you again, nearly folding you in half.
His next thrust is still slow, but considerably harder, the new angle making him press right against that sweet spot inside you that has tingles running down your spine.
The thrust makes you cry out, nails digging into the flesh of his shoulders, head tipped back into the pillow. The pleasure is already overwhelming you.
As he sets his rhythm, his hips roll into you, curving upwards deliciously to hit your g spot with precision every time, the force behind his movements pushing moans put your lungs.
Jason isn’t quiet either, he’s complimenting your sounds with deep groans and rumbling moans, the words “pretty girl, perfect girl, all mine” fall reverently from his lips.
His words are spilling out to tell you that “you’re being so good for me baby, so fucking wet for me, feel so perfect, dreamt about fucking this cunt for years.”
“Taking me so well Dovey, fuck” he grunts out, breathing hard as he speeds up slightly, “so deep inside you, so fucking good for me” he rambles brainlessly. All you can do is moan incoherently as his words then the last of your own brain power to mush.
One of his thumbs travels down to the apex of your thighs, and begins to rub circles on your sensitive clit. The action causes you to jerk, crying out his name as your orgasm creeps ever closer.
“Fuck, I fucking love you baby” Jason grunts between his thrusts, and you manage to say it back, your voice raspy and there’s an obvious whine in your words which he grins at.
Between his consistent movements, and his now faster, punishing pace against your sweet spot, the pleasure crests quickly.
Jason groans deep as he feels your cunt squeezing around his cock impossibly tight as you come for him. The orgasm is intense, your whole body alight with the pleasure the man you love is giving you.
The muscles in your body lock up as your fingernails dig harshly into his shoulders, and he fucks you through it, speeding up his hips to chase his own pleasure. The vice of your pussy quickly throwing him into his own orgasm.
Your cries of his name as you come push him over the edge, and your orgasm isn’t even over before he’s coming inside you with a deep, ragged groan that comes from deep in his chest, thrusting his hips as deep as he can get as he rocks you both through the pleasure.
Laying there panting as you come down from your high, you slowly realise that Jason is still absolutely rock hard.
Cracking your eyes open to look at him, you see he’s already looking at you and is quick to understand what you realised.
Jason flashes you a cocky grin.
“I can go all night Dovey” he winks, before dipping to kiss you heatedly.
The shift in his position causes you to whine into his mouth as he pushes his cock as deep as he can.
“Got years to catch up on, wanna show you how much you mean to me” he rasps against your lips.
Before you know it, he’s rocking his hips again, gentle again before working up the tempo, he doesn’t want to overstimulate you completely… yet.
True to his word, Jason fucks you for hours, for as long as you’ll let him.
By the last round, you’re left panting and soaked with sweat, draped down over his chest, head buried in the crook of his neck as his cock finally starts to soften under you. His hands caress up and down your back, over your hips and ass as you both catch your breath and come down.
As good, borderline superhuman as his stamina is, Jason isn’t much better. He’s also soaked with sweat and his breathing heavy from multiple orgasms and the effort he put into fucking you.
He’d had you riding him, doggy style, on your sides, he even stopped after one round to eat you out again, before fucking back into you eagerly. You’re not sure you’ll even be able to walk right now, or tomorrow. Or for the next week.
Both of you are covered in each other’s marks, hickeys litter both your necks and chests, Jason’s back and shoulders are a mess of vibrant scratch marks. The stab wounds from earlier still hurt a bit, all that moving around probably didn’t help but he doesn’t really care.
Going to get a cloth to clean you up, he admires the scratches in the mirror, smiling to himself and hoping they stay for a while even though he knows they’ll be gone soon. The marks he gave you will stay longer though, which thrills him.
After cleaning you up, Jason throws the cloth into the laundry basket before coming back to the bed. He just stands there looking at you for a second, on the brink of passing out after being fucked within an inch of your life.
“Don’t go” you mumble, holding your hand out for him sleepily.
Quickly climbing back into bed and pulling the blankets over you both, he pulls you into his chest and kisses the top of your head.
“I’m not going anywhere Dovey” he mumbles against your hair. You relax and cuddle into him, hand over his chest, sighing contently.
You’re sure you’ll have more questions tomorrow about Jason being a vigilante, but right now you’re too tired and fucked out to care.
Jason mumbles small words of affection to you as you fall asleep to the sound of his strong heart beat.