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Late Nights

//pairing: jason todd x reader

//warning: softcore smut, but nothing (too) exciting. also, i didn't edit shit

For normal people, consistently lying awake in the early hours of the morning and refusing to sleep properly before 7 am were habits generally considered "very bad." For you, it was part of what happened when you had a vigilante for a boyfriend.

Jason Todd was, in every way, a bat. Despite his most fervent protests.

His prime hours were always at night. He would suit up in the early hours of the night, leave to do god knew what at wherever, and came back closer to the early morning hours. 4 am was quite honestly generous by his standards. His sleeping hours were sporadically scattered throughout most of the day, because when he did get back in those early morning hours, it wasn't all that often he would go straight to sleep.

More often than not, especially after long, late hours at work, you would fall asleep waiting for him to come back home. You'd always wake up quietly. The door would creak open slightly and shut just as softly. You would hear his heavy footsteps padding across the floor, his tired body sinking right into the mattress you had talked about replacing for ages. He never turned the lights on in an effort to not wake you. He always woke you up by accident anyway. One muscular arm, always littered with random scrapes and bruises, would wrap around your waist, easily tugging your smaller body closer until your back was pressed up right against his chest. The other arm would sneak under you, enveloping you in a warm embrace. His face buried itself into the crook of your neck, and you would feel him inhale and exhale softly. You always woke up when you felt it.

After that was the fun part.

The second you'd turn around, eyes bleary and half open, you would see a glint of his smile in the dark. Not too many words would be exchanged aside from a sorry I woke you up from his end before your hand would reach up to brush away his hair from his face and pull it down gently to meet your lips with his. And that's when you would really feel him smile. And you would feel him really get happy. Not long after that, the oversized T-shirt you wore to bed would slip right off, his hard, strong body would press down onto yours, and his hips would rhythmically grind against yours down onto the crumpled cotton sheets beneath you til you were both a lot more vocal than before. You honestly didn't know why he made all that effort to be quiet and not wake you when you almost always ended up in this position, or many.

The sun's rays would peak through your blinds to disturb your sleep again, and you would internally curse the mere idea of getting your head off his chest. Somehow, in the morning, the nook you claimed curled up against him was ten times more enticing to stay in than it was at night. The warmth he provided felt much better than the cold and dreary weather that awaited you outside. If you had it your way, you would never leave. Jason would make a feeble attempt to grab your wrist and pull you back beneath the sheets as he felt you getting up, whispering pleas of five more minutes that you would use the entirety of your willpower to deny him, knowing that once you fell back into him, you would never get back up. You would run your fingers through the white streak in his hair and press a kiss to his forehead in apology before pulling on your clothes and moving to get ready for the day. You'd always show up to work with a large coffee, extra shots of espresso, and irritatingly fatigued - yet, you somehow never minded. The nights you had with him were the times you were both truly together, truly alone in silence with nothing and no one to interrupt. You cursed his schedule sometimes, you cursed yourself in the mornings after feeling how tired you were, and yet somehow, you still never truly regretted a single one of those nights.

They were yours and they were his, and that's all that really mattered.

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The Iceberg Lounge

//pairing: jason todd x reader

//warning: (consensual) smut, 18+ only please; also, don't mess around with strangers in nightclubs IRL, stay safe babes. also, no, i didn't edit this rip

The first thing you noticed about him was the odd white streak in his otherwise jet black hair. After that, it was the way his eyes almost seemed to glow a stunning shade of green amidst the blinding, flashing lights of the club. The second little detail might've been odd anywhere else, but inside one of Gotham City's most notorious nightclubs, this was probably the least strange thing you had seen tonight.

You had been dancing for a while, drink in hand as the bass reverberated in your bones, a feeling that was disorienting until you finally got tipsy enough to tolerate it. Your friends had scattered around the place, some chatting people up for drinks at the bar, others dancing, and others still wandering around doing their own things. You usually stayed with them, but tonight, you wanted a few moments to yourself.

Or, mostly to yourself.

The man headed over to you from the bar a few moments after you caught his eye, and you somewhat warily kept your ground as he leaned in and introduced himself, his name barely discernible over the music.

Jason.

You introduced yourself, and he grinned a little before making a gesture indicating that he wanted to dance with you. You contemplated it briefly before giving him the OK, and with your permission, Jason moved closer to you, positioning his hands on your hips.

The heat of the club was almost overbearing, bodies upon bodies pressed against each other as the music continued blasting. You could feel Jason grinding against the thin material of your dress, hands still at your hips. Your free hand reached up to touch him, and you soon felt his lips against your neck, trailing kisses up to your ear.

"Is this okay?" The sensations were almost dizzying, and you couldn't tell if it was the alcohol or if it was just him. With the green eyes, dark hair, and, from what you could tell, very nice build, to say he was gorgeous would have been an understatement.

You decided it was okay.

Less than half an hour later, you found yourself pressed against the the wall of one of the club's backrooms, neon lights flashing and music still pounding through the doorway as Jason's hands gripped your thighs to keep you up, grinding against your now soaked panties while you barely held back a moan.

"You don't have to be quiet," he assured with a crooked little grin when he caught a glimpse of your face. "No one's gonna bother us here."

"You're sure?" You could hardly get the words out of your mouth, your nails digging into the dark leather of his jacket as he moved painstakingly slow, capturing your lips in yet another hungry, needy kiss. "Are we even allowed to-"

"We're allowed, sweetheart," he answered as his hand toyed with the hem of your dress. "I would know. I own the place."

You barely registered your surprise while he slid the fabric off your body, expertly unhooking your bra and sending both tumbling to the floor.

"You--fuck!" His kisses had trailed down to your breasts, eyes flickering up at you again before sucking roughly. He let out a cheeky laugh when you moaned, pressing closer against you still.

"Yeah, I do that, too."

Under normal circumstances, this would've elicited an eyeroll from you, but right now, you certainly couldn't focus on that. You could feel his heat between your legs, his cock hard beneath the fabric of his pants while he continued teasing at your breasts. You reached your hand down to stroke it and he pushed you back, grinning again before he shrugged off his jacket and let it fall to the floor.

"Not yet." He picked you up again, placing you on top of one of the tables before grabbing your thighs to spread your legs open. He looked up at you as his hands moved down to your now dripping cunt, teasingly tracing over the thin fabric. "You want a little more fun first, doll?" You barely managed a nod and he gripped your chin, sliding his fingers into your mouth. You sucked them, your eyes still fixated on his hungry expression. "You like that?" he asked breathlessly, and you tossed your head back once he pushed the fabric of your panties aside and began pumping his fingers in and out of you, eliciting needy whines. "There we go. We're only getting started."

Once he started toying with your clit, your first orgasm washed over you in a hot, powerful rush, coloring your face and leaving you a panting mess.

"How did you even do that?" You hadn't even gone all the way yet, and he was already the best you had ever had.

"Like I said," Jason responded with another smirk as he finally moved to unbuckle his pants, "we're just getting started."

"And you seriously own this place?" You managed, eyes going to the door again when you heard the voices outside get even louder. Somehow, you still felt like someone would barge inside, and that was the last thing you wanted right now.

"What, you don't believe me?" He pushed your legs open even wider before positioning his cock at your entrance. "I'm kinda hurt, actually." You smirked as your hand reached down to stroke it, pumping it enough to get it even harder.

"I dunno, I guess you didn't seem like the type." He actually let out a laugh, kissing you before pushing his thick cock inside of you. You swore at the suddenness, but soon found waves of pleasure rolling over you again and again as he started thrusting into you, starting painfully slow.

"I don't seem like the type?" His voice had gotten lower, rougher as he kept fucking you at the same torturous tempo. "That's a shame, doll."

"Okay, okay, maybe not-" you let out another moan as his hips ground into you a little harder, a little faster, prompting you to tangle your fingers in his jet black hair. "Maybe I was wrong-"

"Maybe?" He was grinning again as your frustration grew, the knot in your stomach tightening as he slowed down again. "You're taking it back because you want something from me. Tell me what it is. Tell me what you want me to do."

Your face burned red as you held back another moan, your pride already stinging. His little compromise was annoying, but his cock felt too good moving inside your hot, tight cunt. The sacrifice felt worthy. You wanted him too badly.

"Fuck me," you finally managed breathily as you looked up at those stunning green eyes again. "Fuck me harder, Jason."

His breath hitched for a moment before he met you with a hot, messy kiss, his hips moving faster and faster until he was pounding you against the table so hard you felt almost dizzy with pleasure. His name escaped your lips in borderline screams as your hand went down to play with your clit, the knot inside you tightening harder and harder until it was almost painful to manage.

Your second orgasm practically rocked your body, making you moan so loudly, you were sure someone had to have heard despite the pounding bass still reverberating throughout the building. Jason was still fucking you through your orgasm, one hand fondling your bouncing tits as he let out a softer moan against your neck. Your legs wrapped around him tighter as he thrusted into you a few more times, a little slower and sloppier until he came to an abrupt stop.

"Turn around." The raspiness of his voice sent shivers down your spine and you turned, letting him grip your ass before inserting himself inside you again, bending you over the wooden table as he picked up the pace he left off at.

You couldn't even help the noises that left your mouth as he fucked you harder and harder, skin slapping against skin as he edged you closer and closer to yet another wave of pleasure. His name left your lips over and over again as his nails dug into your hips, signaling that he was getting closer to the edge as well. His thrusts grew more and more erratic as you were brought to your third orgasm of the night, leaving you with an aphrodisiac high as he came as well.

"There we go, sweetheart," Jason managed after a few moments, smiling slightly as he brushed your hair out of your face. "You were perfect."

Maybe the Iceberg Lounge wasn't so bad. And maybe, neither was its owner.