Anniversary Jason Todd

─── ⠀ ⠀⠀ anniversary⠀ 〳 ⠀ jason todd ‵

⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀( synopsis ) it's your anniversary with your favorite vigilante

♡ ˙ ˖ ✧ — reader discretion is advised: female reader, female anatomy described, profanity, written with black reader in mind, the same jason & y/n from make up & office quickies, handcuff usage, cowgirl/riding position, blindfold usage, breast play, slight submissive jason, oral (m.receiving), flashback in italics, feminine pet names, masculine pet names usage ( pretty boy), power kink (kinda), cum swallowing, technically should have saved this idea for december but whatever, wc: 3k, minors dni

YOUR HEELS CLICKED AGAINST MARBLE FLOORS GLANCING AROUND YOUR SURROUNDINGS. You've been in Wayne Manor so many times, but your eyes still glance around in complete shock. The foyer was the size of your apartment if you were going, to be honest with yourself. You could feel Jason tugging on your jacket to help you take it off. The home felt so warm compared to the wintery weather outside that went well with the Christmas season.

Jason thought killing two birds with one stone was an excellent idea. While also celebrating the Christmas holidays with his family, he also managed to include your anniversary plans also. Just your luck; your one-year anniversary landed on Christmas Eve. Your week has been filled with not only being in the company of Jason Todd and his quite extravagant family but endless dates and spoiling for Jason to show that he cherished you. You had just returned from your anniversary dinner, and the manor was as quiet as ever. You assumed everyone must have finally gone to sleep. Just anticipated the Christmas joy the following morning of opening presents and being around loved ones.

Your lips parted to talk about how you enjoyed yourself, but Jason threw you over his shoulder in one quick motion. You yelped rather loudly as you could feel him climbing the stairs. "Might want to quiet down, princess. You don't want to wake the whole house, do you?" Jason questioned as his callous hands playfully slapped at your plush bottom while you were over his shoulder.

You yelped again, but this time in your hand that was covering your mouth from your giggles. "You could have given me a warning." You said as he finally reached the top of the stairs and made his way to his room.

His expensive dress shoes caused the wooden floors to creak under him with each step he made in the dark halls. "You know, I have a surprise for you, Mr. Todd." You said.

Your body relaxed as soon as you got a whiff of the familiar scent of Jason's room. He placed you on the bed and stood over your body while undoing the blue tie around his neck. His fingers drag through his hair as he chuckles at your statement, "A surprise, huh? What type of surprise?" He asked.

You could feel him grab a hold of your ankle to unstrap the heels you wore. Even such a small gesture caused your skin to heat immediately. You watched him remove your other heel before saying, "I want to try something new. Clearly, we know where this is heading."

Jason peppers your ankle with subtle kisses. "And where exactly is this heading?" He questions.

"You know..." Your voice trails off as you meet Jason's eyes.

They were so mesmerizing to the point that you sometimes forgot what you were saying when you stared at them. "You did say I need to keep it down so I won't wake the others." You glance up at him through your eyelashes innocently. "I should be saying the same to you."

"Oh." Jason's lips formed an astonishing o shape. He blinks a couple times after dropping your ankle.

You prompt yourself on your shoulders to get a better view of him. Even staring at him caused your lace panties to soak and clutch your thighs closer together. Jason would lean down, his hands that have done many unthinkable crimes caressing your thighs. His face is just inches away from yours. "Everyone knows you're a screamer, Y/N." He kisses the corner of your mouth teasingly.

"Fuck Jason. You're fucking me so well. This pussy belongs to you, Jay." Jason's voice pitches higher, completely mocking your past sexual experience of moaning out for him when you to have sex.

"Roy's face gets so red every time he sees you. Remember?" Jason's hands are inching up the dress.

You chuckle at his statement. You remembered vividly Roy crashing at Jason's apartment across town around the same time you also were staying there due to issues in your apartment. Jason swore up and down that Roy was a heavy sleeper, but the morning after, as you nicely cooked the two breakfasts—the red-headed hero could not look you in the eyes. When he did, his cheeks grew as red as the hair on top of his head.

Your hands couldn't help but roam your boyfriend's body. You're leaning in to kiss him, the scent of wine lingering your lips and whispering, "You said he was a heavy sleeper."

"Like I have stated, you are screamer." Jason's tugging on the dress you wore. Signaling that he was ready to start what he's been hinting since the start of dinner.

"Are you going to let me try what I have planned or what?" You kiss his lips subtle and could feel him melt into your touch.

It was sick how much of a hold you had on Jason Todd. You could smile at him, and he's a blushing mess. You could give him those adorable doe eyes while glancing up at him through eyelashes to have him in your little office helping you file some things. You had Red Hood in the palm of your hand, and he wasn't budging.

Jason recalled that it had always been like that. When he met you, he knew that you would be a critical person in his life. Slowly helping him piece himself back together again to be whole. Maybe that's why his light eyes lit up when he first saw you. Something in him just clicked. Now here you were a year later, clutching at each other as if it was the end of the world. He would not have expected this a year ago when he met you in an elevator.

Your heels clicked against the freshly shined floors as you did a light jog in the lobby. You could hear the person at the main desk tell you to stop running, but you were running late. It wasn't like you to be late, especially when you worked for Bruce Wayne. You viewed it as if you could be replaceable in a blink of an eye—granted, you were one of the best in your department. However, it wouldn't shock you if this could land you in some deep shit. You could see the elevator door about to close, and the one rude guy that works in the mail room even leaned forward to press a button to prompt the elevator door to close quickly.

The elevator door was so close to closing in your face that an arm stopped it from shutting, causing the door to snap back open. You let out a sigh of relief as you stepped into the elevator, and your eyes met with this guy. It was his arm that stopped the elevator door, and your mind couldn't even allow you to thank him. You were completely astonished by his handsome looks. The way his eyes glistened brightly under the elevator light. His nicely shaped jawline to his plush pink shaded lips. His messy black hair was also imprinted with a patch of white. His black t-shit and brown leather jacket hugged his upper half so well that you could see that he was shaped like a Greek god. He was breathtaking.

"Thank you." You firmly said as you realized you were staring.

You could hear the familiar elevator noise signaling that it had stopped on a floor, and just your luck, it was yours. You gave the gentleman one last smile before stepping off the elevator just in time to hear your co-worker tell you that you guys had a meeting in ten minutes.

The thing is, you thought about the mysterious man that held the elevator for you all day. He couldn't escape your mind no matter how many work-related things you let cloud your judgment.

But it did take you by shock when you were at your desk doing your tasks for the day, and the mysterious man found his way back to you. As much as he was on your mind within the day, as Jason Todd was visiting Bruce—he couldn't let the cute girl he saw in the elevator get away.

Maybe that's why Jason put his trust in you to try this thing you were so curious to do to him. You just had that charm that put him under a spell he couldn't quite describe.

Oh yeah, Barbara and Cassandra would call it being lovesick. Jason Todd was lovesick when it came to you.

The crisp air in his room hit his skin, causing it to be decorated with tiny goosebumps. His wrist bounded in handcuffs that were connected to the headboard, and his eyes couldn't stay off you as you were teasingly letting the skimpy dress you wore tumble tonight to the ground. He could break out of the handcuffs in a blink of an eye, but he would rather play along with your games. His head falls back on the pillow that was behind his head, and he lets his tongue wet his lips, just stargazing at your body.

It was just something so elegant with the way the moon shined through his window to illuminate the way the fusion-colored two-piece lingerie set hugged your body. The dark-haired vigilante was going insane now that he realized his wrists were handcuffed and he couldn't touch you the way he wanted.

"So, you're taking my eyesight away also?" Jason's head cocks to the side, and his eyebrows raise at you.

"They do say your other senses heighten when you take one away." You respond promptly as you straddle his lap.

You hear him let out a hiss when your cunt grinds slightly against his hardened cock. You smirk, leaning forward to place the blindfold on his eyes. "Just relax, Jay," You coo before you litter his toned chest with kisses.

Red lipstick marks staining his skin, and a sigh of relief escapes from Jason's mouth, finally feeling your lips on him. It was like a piece of ice being placed on something hot just to cool it down. Your kisses all the way down to his waist. Your lips curl into a smirk when you let your tongue drag across his v-line. He whithers under your touch, and you can hear him curse.

Your lips pursed before you kissed his thick tip that glistened with precum. Pooling saliva in your mouth and soon letting your tongue drag across the shaft of his member. Your hands slowly became wet due to your saliva, but that wasn't a problem considering the preference for how Jason liked his head. Your tongue glides back up to swirl around his pink-shaded tip teasingly.

Before Jason could complain about your senseless teasing, you began to bite his cock into your mouth. The erotic sound of his thick tip-tapping at the back of your throat caused you to gag. Your hands start to coat with your saliva before you gravitate your head up and down. Even taking it upon yourself to get comfortable between his thighs as you suck on him like your favorite lollipop.

You could tell by the sound of the silver handcuffs ruffling against the bedpost that he wanted his hand to take comfort on the back of your head. Just so he can press your head down so you can take him fully., just like he liked it. The flat of your tongue glides around the one noticeable vein on Jason's cock that always appeared when he was rock hard for you.

"Shit." Jason groaned as soon as he felt your mouth on his dick again. His wrist wiggles around in the handcuffs, and his head sinks further into the pillow behind him.

His toned thighs trembled under your touch and your mouth as he attempted to back away from your mouth being on him. You could hear the sound of silver handcuffs clashing against the headboard post. The thing is, you knew Jason was capable of breaking the handcuffs—but he was being such a good boy by not doing that. Not wanting to ruin what you wanted to do.

Your hand massages his thighs as your head bobs up and down. It was like a basketball being dribbled but much messier. The sheets below your body are stained with saliva, and your tears have your mascara running down your heated cheeks. Jason's whines were like a sweet tune to your ears that you wouldn't mind hearing every day when you woke up.

His body went through a couple of spasms, and eventually, you felt thick ropes of cum stain your tongue. You swallowed every droplet of Jason's cum and removed yourself with a dramatic pop. The back of your hand went to wipe the mess that dribbled off your lips. You eagerly perched up on your knees before straddling your boyfriend's lap after removing your panties. Despite his intense moments inside your mouth, he is eager for him. His cock twitched against your wet folds. You glanced at his wrists, which were beginning to form a red mark due to his constantly shifting.

You leaned down so that your bruised lips barely brushed against his earlobe and whispered, "We can stop for the evening, pretty boy, if you can't handle it."

Your tongue glides across the brim of his earlobe teasingly while your wet cunt grinds against his cock. You could feel it twitch against your warm body before you reached behind to position it to bully its way into your pussy. Your other hand that wasn't grasping at his cock would pull off the blindfold that covered those charming eyes you adored—you wanted to see the look of despair on your boyfriend's face.

"Just say the word if you can't handle it." Your voice oozes with so much sex appeal while cooing lightly.

Those words came back to haunt you when you heard the sound of the handcuffs snapping from the bedpost. Jason's now free hands grasped your waist and slammed you on his cock without hesitation. Your lips gasped apart to let out a broken whimper, and your fingers grabbed at the first thing you could—which was Jason. Your eyes lolly in the back of your head, feeling him stretch you out bit by bit.

You felt the cool metal of the handcuffs brushing at your heated skin with each rock of your hips. "That's not fair. You said you wouldn't break them." Your lips form a cute pout down at Jason.

He sits up to place a kiss on your lips before you can screech out his name. "I couldn't handle the teasing, princess." He mumbles against your lips, eventually letting his teeth nibble on the plumpness of your lower lip.

You went to pull away from his needy kiss, but the taste of his tongue interrupted any thoughts that were in your mind and words that were going to spill out your mouth. Your fingers intertwined in his hair in an attempt to bring him closer. His fingertips bruised your waist while you cockwarmed him briefly while the two of you indulged in the taste of each other. It was Jason tugging away to litter your neck with nibbles and kisses before his large hands moved your hips for some form of friction he broke out the handcuffs of the bedposts for.

It just was something so intimate with the position you two were in. A lewd lotus sex position that gave you two so much excess to each other. From the sensational feeling of riding Jason's cock to the warm feeling of his soft lips on your golden brown skin. Your moans echoed in his ear while he brought you closer to his toned body. His hands guided your hips and his lips never left a body part of yours. You felt him kissing all over your neck—knowing precisely what he was doing.

You push Jason back down on the bed so you can regain control. Your neck is littered with marks that claimed you as his, and the way you cooed his name seductively proved it. You were his, and he was yours—the year-long relationship shoved that you two were bound to be together.

But for now, he broke out the handcuffs that were supposed to be the main point of you being in charge, so you had to remind him just that.

The headboard crashed against the cream-colored walls as your hips began to rock at the pace Jason adored. Slow and sensual, just so he could savor the moment of your cunt gripping around him. It was enough speed to cause both of you a groaning mess. However, it was also enough to push Jason further to the edge to have him cum.

"Babe, I'm going to cum." Jason breathed out.

You could feel his fingers piercing your waist with how tightly he gripped it. His eyes twinkled up at you as if you were a gorgeous fallen angel that granted his presence. His heart was racing at the mere thought of cumming inside you.

"Go ahead, baby," You uttered through your moans of separation. "You want to cum inside, hm?" Your lips form an innocent smile.

Jason couldn't even respond with a sarcastic comment due to the intense feeling of your addicting cunt gripping his cock. His breath hitched in his throat as he could feel himself cum. He felt your nails grasping at his chest as your poorly attempted to ride out your orgasm. Completely overstimulating yourself and coming undone just for Jason, it didn't hit you that you came so severely that your limps trembled when you finally collapsed upon Jason's sweat-coated chest.

Jason gently tugged you next to him, figuring you two should get up and shower before falling asleep. However, he could hear your soft, exhausted sigh before speaking as you were cuddled next to him.

"Is it too late to tell you that I don't know where the keys to the handcuffs are?" You mumbled.

At the head of the moment, Jason didn't even notice that he still had half of the handcuffs bound on each of his wrists. "We should get up and find them. Would hate to explain this to the others tomorrow." He responds.

He was met with your silence before he realized that the passionate sex tired you out.

"Or I guess, I'll find the keys to the handcuffs."

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kita x reader

cw: size kink, breeding, fem reader, cervix fucking, smut mdni!

a/n: unedited, not beta’d and straight from my Google docs — having more Shinsuke thoughts :’)

“Shin, shiiiin, shin,” You whine, your body writhing in pleasure as he pulls yet another orgasm from you. 3, 4, 5 — you’re not sure how many times he’s made you cum, your mind was hazy and you were more focused on the way his thick cock makes you feel nice and full.

Kita thinks it’s cute — you’re cute.

The way you claw and grab at his sturdy arms that trap you in, between him and the mattress every time he thrusts his hips into yours — his cock reaching even further inside you while his fat, mushroom tip pounds against your cervix.

“Yes, darlin’?” Kita’s voice is laced with honey, although raspy it was still icky sweet while he places kisses upon your neck. Your cunt clenched around him — causing him to let out a low grunt as he relishes in how responsive your body is to him.

“Use yer words,” His hand coming up to your face to push back your hair that was matted against your skin before he places more kisses on the sides of your cheek. “Come on, baby tell me how good I’m makin’ ya feel.”

You’re trying so hard to form a single sentence, although it’s damn near impossible — the feeling of his cock dragging along your walls with each thrust has your mind breaking.

“‘So good, so good” You nearly scream out and your lover lets a low chuckle escape his lips. “Yea?”

“Need you,” Your breathing becomes labored, looking at him with lust blown eyes, “need you to breed me, wanna carry your babies,”

Kita’s hips still, brown eyes darkening as he looks over your disheveled form — running his tongue across his lower lip, he asks. “Ya sure, that’s what ya want? Wanna be pumped nice and full with my cum?”

You nod your head rapidly, almost desperately, you flinch when you feel him trace his hand down your stomach until it stops right above your womb. “Want me to breed this slutty pussy?” He asks, picking up his pace.

“Yes, yes, fuck, f—uck,”

Kita’s hips slam harshly against yours, the bed creaking in the process as the wet sounds of skin slapping against skin and your moans echo throughout the room.

He angles his hips — hands roughly grabbing at yours while he angles himself for better precision, drilling into you mercilessly as he gives you what you wanted.

Your walls spasming, and clenching around him as you desperately claw at the bed. It’s getting harder for Kita to hold on — you feel so warm and snug around him, and the thought of you so round, so full does nothing but ignite the feral desire in him to stuff you full of his cum, to mark you, to finally claim you.

The thought alone has his cock throbbing, and pulsating inside of you while he continues drilling into you. “F—fuck, sweetheart, yer makin’ it harder for me,”

With one final thrust, he finally cums, emptying himself inside of you — thick ropes of semen painting your walls white.. but.. it’s not enough, he needs to fill you up until he’s sure he’s gotten you pregnant.

He doesn’t pull out, and you can feel his cock stir inside you — coming back to life as repositions your body for better access.

he looks at you, strands of black and silver clinging to his forehead, and hearts in his ears, his skin is flushed — a dust of pink spreading from his cheeks to his ears.

“We’re not done yet,”

inspiration

usagi no furafura

as above (insane in the head) so below (insane in the pussy)

Civil Service, Claire Schwartz