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Valentine's Day 💌

Pairing: Jason Todd x Fem!Reader

a/n: happy valentine's day! i rushed to get this finished by today

You wait, tapping your finger against the wood of the table impatiently. Where was Jason? He was late, again.

"Are you ready to order, ma'am?" The waiter asked you.

"Oh! Uh, sorry, not yet. I'm still waiting for someone," You say to the waiter sheepishly. The waiiter gave you an understanding nod before leaving. You whipped out your phone, beginning to furiously text Jason's phone.

Me: Where are you?

No reply. You sigh, fustrated. You decided to order a drink first while waiting for Jason. You were rightously annoyed. It's not like he was late to every date, but there was a few times he was considerably late. When your drink arrived, you sipped on t, eyes darting across your surroundings to see if Jason would appear. You checked your phone. No reply. You tsked and put your phone facedown on the table. So much for having a sweet valentines day.

As you sipped on your drink, the bitterness of the coffee matched the tinge of disappointment settling in. The ambiance of the cafe seemed to mock the absence of Jason, and the minutes continued to slip away.

You glanced at your phone again, still met with the silent screen. Frustration morphed into a more somber realization that your Valentine's Day plans were unravelling. The warmth of the cafe felt insufficient to dispel the chill of disappointment.

Taking another sip, you debated whether to wait a bit longer or cut your losses. The sounds of conversations around you became a distant hum as you replayed the scenarios in your mind, wondering why Jason hadn't shown up or responded.

The waiter approached once more, this time with a sympathetic smile. "Are you ready to order now, or would you like a few more minutes?" they inquired.

You sighed, "I'll give it a little more time. Thank you."

As you gazed out the cafe window, the city lights twinkling in the evening, you couldn't help but feel a pang of loneliness amidst the Valentine's Day festivities around you.

After waiting for about 30 more minutes, you gave up and gathered up your things, slamming a twenty on the table to pay for your drink and tip the patient, sympathetic waiter.

Just as you gathered your things to leave, the door to the cafe swung open. Startled, you turned to see Jason rushing in, panting. His hair was tousled and he was breathing heavily. The panic on his face was obvious, and he quickly scanned the room until his eyes met yours. He shouted your name.

"Wait, don't go!" he exclaimed, breathless. "I'm sorry I'm late! I really am. There was something going on at work and my phone died-I'm really sorry!" Jason felt scared. He was so scared that you would leave him, like his parents, like Bruce when he died.

With shaking hands, he thrust a boquet of your favourite flowers and a box of Godiva chocolates into your bewildered hands. "I'm...sorry, please don't break up with me." He mumbled.

"Break up with you...? Why-why would I do that?" You were stumped. Sure, you and Jason had been dating for years, but does he rreally think that you would break up with him over this?

"Because...because I was late and made you mad," Jason gave you puppy dog eyes. You chuckled to yourself. For being a big, jacked vigilante, Jason can be a big baby sometimes, and that's what you love about him. He always lets his guard down around you.

"I'm not mad anymore," You assured him, hugging the flowers and chocolates closer to yourself. "You're here now, that's all that matters." You got up on your tiptoes to give him a peck on the cheeks. Shifting the gifts toone hand, you grabbed his hand with your free hand. "Come on, let's go sit."

Jason's hands wrapped around your waist and pulled you towards him, kissing you on the lips. The kiss was long and deep, causing others to stare. When he finally pulled away, he smirked at your red cheeks.

"Happy Valentine's Day."

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damianwaynesbelovedsposts · 6 months

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☆. contains: 18+ minors dni, best friend!jason todd x fem!reader, friends to lovers, petnames, thigh job, they're at the wayne mansion and jason is chasing the reader for funsies, jason has his y-scar (it's not actually mentioned but i just need everyone to know that he has it!!!) and his white streak as always, reader is wearing a skirt

how did you get here?

how did a cute, totally normal, totally casual study date turn into jason chasing you around the manor? you're lucky nobody else is here, other than alfred of course, but he knows to keep his distance whenever jason brings you over. you're not even together. you're just friends. right? friends definitely do this.

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it's another quiet day at the wayne manor. the fireplace is crackling softly in the background, the sun shining through the curtain is lighting up the spacious living room and one of the windows is cracked open, letting in the fresh autumn air. two big mugs with long forgotten tea sit on the table alongside the stacks of books and papers. you're laying down on the unnecessarily massive couch, computer on your lap, rows of words filling your vision. jason is sat on a fluffy pillow on the floor with his legs crossed and you can't help but wonder, how the hell is that a comfortable position for a big guy like him? you think about asking but he's so focused on his writing, you'd just feel bad for breaking his concentration. he looks good.

he's wearing simple black slacks and a beige knit sweater with his sleeved rolled up. his hair is a bit of a mess, almost like he just rolled out of the bed. cute. the white streak in his hair is as prominent as ever. it makes him look sexy. and mysterious. he doesn't really believe you, thinking that you're just making fun of him but he couldn't be more wrong. you think he's the prettiest boy you've ever seen.

after a couple of hours of mindfucking yourselves over the essay the both of you need to write for your shared literature class, you're tired. you're almost always the first one to break, jason being the nerd that he is. you can't blame him, though, he seems to thoroughly enjoy the class. good for him. nevertheless, you deserve a break.

"psst."

...

"pssst." you gently nudge him with you knee.

"hmm?" he grumbles and your stomach fills with butterflies. friends though, right?

you sit up from your position, close the computer and throw it aside on the couch. you move closer to him, placing your thighs right next to his head.

"jason..."

his green eyes stay glued to the screen.

"let's take a break, hm, please?" your fingers find their way into his dark curls and he tenses. for a moment there you think you've crossed a line but when he resumes his writing and stays quiet, you continue massaging his scalp.

"how far are you with yours, doll?" you think his voice sounds even gruffier just because you've spent the last hour in complete silence. the petname doesn't help with the butterflies either.

"mmm, i think that's very irrelevant, jace."

he lets out a deep chuckle as he finally tears his eyes from his computer and turns to meet your soft gaze with a small smile.

"well based on that answer alone, i don't think we, especially you, should take a break." his eyes shine at you in the gentle sunlight, making him look even more irresistible. "we need to get this done today, you know."

"i knoow, i know but my brain is fried." jutting out your bottom lip, you conjure the best puppy-eyes you can manage. "please?"

jason takes a second to compose himself, his strong sense of responsibility crumbling and crumbling fast.

"i'm pretty sure your pretty little brain was fried long before today." his voice sounds like honey and a killer sly smirk caresses his lips as he teases you. annoying.

your mouth falls open and you take your hand from his hair and smack him against his shoulder.

a loud laugh escapes his and your lips curve upward at the sound. the corners of his eyes crinkle and he lets his head drop back against your thigh. looking up at you with doe-eyes, he really is the prettiest boy in the world.

"that is so rude, jason. i can't believe it. you invite me over and then you just mock me." you huff. "i'm gonna go and tell alfred." you declare confidently, straightening your back.

he raises his eyebrow at you. "are you now?"

"mhmm." you chirp with a nod. "g'nna tell him that you're being mean to me." the way your looking down at him and the pout on your lips are making his heart do backflips in his chest.

suddenly something shifts. the cozy mood in the room has changed into something else entirely. there's a glint of mischief in both of your eyes and you know there won't be any studying happening now.

"yeah?" he asks, holding eye contact with you, voice low. his one hand creeps around your calf, as if knowing you're up to something.

"yeah."

...

feeling playful, you plan on doing the good old running-away-from-the-guy-you-have-a-massive-crush-on-in-order-to-stop-studying move.

you have the advantage of sitting behind him but he already has his hand on you. there's no easy way to break out of his grasp, you know that. you need a distraction. and a good one. without thinking about it twice, you lower your head and press a quick kiss right to his plump lips.

...

fuck.

...

you feel his grasp soften and you use the moment to escape. scrambling backwards over the back of the couch, you almost lose your footing, your head suddenly clogged with the realization of what you just did. you just kissed him. heat raises up from your neck and you feel the need to apologise but when you raise your head to do so, jason's already standing and staring at you with his eyes shade darker than the moment before. you sometimes forget how big he is, how intimidating he can look. he's so damn tall and broad and right now, he has his eyes on you, like a predator ready to pounce at his prey.

the side of his mouth twitches upward and a now cocky smirk adorns his face. you think you can spot a tint of pink splayed on his cheeks but that must be from the chilly breeze in the room. his eyes bore into yours and your legs feel weak, excitement making you tremble in front of him.

the two of you stand there for at least 30 seconds without saying a single thing. just staring each other down, trying to figure out what's going on in the other's head. jason finally decides to make the first move by taking a step towards the end of the couch and you instantly take one backwards. he stops to raise his brow at you and you flash him a daring smile.

the moment he takes another step, you quickly turn on your heel and start running towards the lobby, adrenaline making you faster than usual. you hear his thundering steps right behind you and you let out a loud shriek that probably echoes through the whole manor.

taking a sharp left turn, you make your way to the kitchen. you stop behind the island, jason opposite of you on the other side. you're already breathing heavy with a flushed face and pounding heart. jason isn't affected by the running at all. damn him.

you take a small step to your right and he takes one to his left. you take one back to your left and he one to his right. how are you ever supposed to outrun him? what were you thinking?

"where are you gonna run, darling?" he lays his big hands on the cool marble. the rolled up sleeves of his sweater are showing off the veins on his arms, making you do a double take. he doesn't miss that. "i know the manor better than you, hm. i'm faster than you."

"i- " you laugh weakly at your own inabilty to answer him. he's the one taking the steps now, ever so slowly, making you more and more nervous and hot. but mostly, fucking exhilarated. you're now just circling around the island while he keeps his dark eyes on you, watching your chest rapidly move up and down, taking in your cute wide eyes and the giddy smile.

since you can't even think of a response to him, you opt for running again. when you look back at him, you see him calmly stand in his place. he opens his arms and bows down slightly as to show you that he's giving you a head start. bastard.

you head through the door and down the big hallway, passing by the big paintings of the wayne family. you feel out of breath but the excitement keeps you going. turning your head back once more, you can't see him. can't hear him either.

fuuuuck.

you stop dead in your tracks, in the middle of the house. hands shaking, you try to think of a plan. you try to think where would he go or where would he try to ambush you. why does the wayne manor have to be such a fucking maze?

you know you can't actually outrun him, so maybe hiding will be a good strategy? where's alfred when you need him? he'd protect you from the big scary wolf that's chasing you. the big very hot wolf? you shake your head, trying to get rid of the ridiculous idea. picking one of the biggest rooms as your hideout, you decide on the library and proceed to quietly make your way there.

reaching your destination, you try to conceal yourself in the midst of the huge shelves, forever thankful for the readers of the family. desperately trying to catch your breath, you can practically hear your own heart pumping.

where is he?

a sudden hand over your mouth and another one around your waist answer your question for you.

"hi, darling." his breath burns against your ear. "found you."

you feel like you're going to pass out. you've never felt anything like this before. your whole body is vibrating with excitement and your eyes are twice the size they usually are. his big strong hands hold you in place, lifting you just a tad, leaving you barely on your tiptoes.

"did you really think you'd get away?" his voice is low and his question teasing as he noses at your cheek from behind. where did your sweet friend go and who is this?

you meakly shake your head against his hand and you feel him smile against your skin. he lowers his hand but keeps it just under your jaw. your lips part to let out a shaky breath and you wriggle in his arms, pushing back into him. now it's his turn to release a deep guttural groan. your hips back right into his and that's when you feel it. feel him. he gives you a squeeze before he grinds his pelvis into your ass.

"yeah, you feel that?" his breath tickles your cheek, your eyes closing and teeth sinking into your bottom lip. "you did this, sweetheart."

"mmmhm."

"fuck, you look so pretty today, doll. made it so hard to concentrate." he confesses with a shaky laugh. "couldn't even sit next to you, hah."

the way he's grinding into you is making soft mewls continually fall from your lips, his own groans sending chills down your back.

jason pushes you against one of the shelves and the feeling the wood against you, makes you snap out of your state of pleasure. you're not at home, nor at his place. you're at the wayne manor, for fuck's sake and what you're doing right now is terribly inappropriate. yes, the house is mostly empty but alfred could still step in here and catch you doing whatever this is. you adore the man, you wouldn't ever want him to think badly of you. so you sneak your hand to the hand holding your jaw and curl your fingers around his pinky.

"f-fuck, jason." fingers around his, you try to push him away but he won't budge. he only presses himself more onto you. his broad chest and strong arms caging you between himself and the shelf.

"alfred, h-he might come in." you try again. other than your weak words and fingers, you make no real effort to make him stop. you don't want him to. it feels too good. your adrenaline filled body needs his touch, craves it.

his only answer to you is dark quiet laugh.

"don't be silly."

the calloused hand on laid over your stomach now makes its way up and a surprised gasp echoes through the room when he starts massaging your tits. you can clearly feel his hard-on poking at your lower back.

"do you want me to stop, sweetheart?" he rasps, hands roughly kneading your chest. "i'll stop, if you want."

you furiously shake your head. "n-no--" a high-pitched moan abrupts your sentence when his fingers pinch one of your nipples.

"but you'll have to be quiet, hm?" he's still holding your head up high, face almost next to yours. "wouldn't want alfred to hear you, do we?"

"wouldn't want him to know what a good girl like you does in his precious library, hm? who likes to run around in her pretty little skirt instead of studying?"

your breath hitches when his hand drops from your chest and down to your clothed cunt. you're so wet, you can almost feel it drip down your thighs.

"who's letting me touch her like this, hm?"

slightly raising your skirt, jason gently pats just above your clit making your hips automatically buck into his hand. he chuckles at your neediness, although, he himself is so fucking hard, he might burst any second.

never in a million years he would've thought that this would happen. yes, he likes you. a lot. his brothers know it, alfred knows it, hell, even bruce knows it. he can't stop talking about you. boasting about you, complimenting you behind your back. and yes, he has jerked off to you. he's not proud of that but what else is he supposed to do? you're all he can think of. every single night he's fisting his leaking cock in the confines of his room, imagining your pretty lips around him. how you'd say his name, how you'd moan his name. how good you'd look under him. fuck, what you'd taste like? he wants to eat you out for his own damn pleasure, wants to feel your thighs around his head, shaking from overstimulation while you're mewling and whining. wants to see your eyes roll back, to see your back arch and to see you covered in hickeys. all marked up for him. sometimes he cums just to the mere thought of kissing you.

and now you're here. it all happened so fast. the kiss really did catch him off guard. it was a good distraction but he's still him, you shouldn't underestimate him. seeing the daring smile on your lips made him twitch in his pants.

his darling wants to play, hm? oh, he'll play with you, alright.

seeing your flushed cheeks and your heaving chest made it all even worse. and when your wide eyes dropped to his hands on the counter - how you seemed to hold your breath just for a moment, he knew you want this just as much as he does.

"f-fuck." you crane your neck and jason jumps at the oppurtunity to press a wet kiss on your neck.

you hear him unbuckling his belt and another surge of excitement runs through you. he lets his pants and boxers drop down to the middle of his thick thighs and then one of his hands is grabbing your hip again. he spits onto his free hand before giving his rock hard cock a couple of pumps. you barely catch the quiet whine falling from his lips. jason raises your skirt up from behind and puts his dick right below your cunt, between your thighs. there's a big sigh leaving both of your mouths at the contact.

your plush thighs feel like heaven around him. so warm and soft. oh, he'll never wanna stop after this.

he wraps his hand around your middle, pushing and pulling you against him while the other moves over your chest, holding you up to his chest. your hands take place on top of his, one going up to his wrist, the other trying to support yourself by holding onto the shelf.

the feeling of him between your thighs is new and surprising. the combination of his precum, spit and your own slick making it easy for him to slide back and forth, roughly drilling his hips into yours.

"j-jason..." you mewl at him, desperate for more.

and he knows exactly what you need. the hand holding onto your chest moves to your jaw, turning you to face him. your doe-eyes meet with his lust filled ones for a second before he leans down and presses his lips to yours. finally.

keeping a steady rhythm of rutting against you, he now pours all of his focus into the kiss. your first real kiss. the hand on your jaw is gentle, yet firm, and his lips feel oh, so soft. you can taste the tea from before and you're already addicted. you whimper into his mouth and he swallows it with pride. you're his now.

the hand on your waist slips down, under your skirt and into your soaked panties. his rough fingers begin drawing quick circles on your clit and your eyes roll all the way back into your head, mouth falling slack against his and you feel him smile.

the consistent sound of your hips colliding fill the library and with his hand now down your panties, you're finding it harder and harder to keep the noises falling from your mouth.

"shhh, sweetheart." he hushes against your lips. "you feel so fucking good. so sweet for me, hm, such a good girl."

he's now fully holding you up because your feet don't seem to work anymore. his words are like honey, drawing you in, closer and closer to your climax. you're coating his thick fingers and you can hear how wet you are.

"does it feel good?"

nodding your head in his grasp, your brain so overwhelmed and already turning into a mush under his touch.

"words, doll."

he squishes your cheeks together, your lips puckering and before you can even think of an answer, he presses his lips to yours again.

"mmppf-" your words are slurring. you can't help but think about how good he smells. "i-it's so go--."

with the pace of his hips never faltering, jason pushes his tongue into your mouth, licking the roof of your mouth, groaning into you. fuck, you feel amazing. he can't get enough.

"p-please... don't- don't stop."

having his dream girl panting against him, begging for him to make her feel good was not on his plan today but he did promise dick to try and be more spontaneous. this is his moment.

his own hips are now stuttering, breath getting stuck in his throat. he pulls away from your lips, trying to burn this image into his brain. your head lolling to his chest, eyes shut, brows furrowed and lips parted in a perfect little o-shape.

"look at me." he grumbles.

but you don't hear him, busy focusing on the fast approaching climax.

"please."

that pulls you back into the moment, back into his warm embrace. jason pleading is something... new.

"need to see your pretty eyes when i c-cum."

"p-please." slowly opening your eyes, it is now your turn to beg, the thought of him cumming because of you clouding your mushy brain. "wan' your cum, jace."

his dark eyes widen at that. who could've thought that you're such a good little slut?

"yeah?" the ego boost making his hips snap into your with so much force, you think that he's going to knock one of the shelves down.

"pleaaaase."

his fingers rubbing your clit, his hand on your jaw, his eyes on yours and his hips pounding into you finally make the band in your tummy snap.

jason watches in slow motion as your eyes roll back and your mouth falls open one last time. small hands pawing at his wrists and body trembling against his stronger and bigger one. his fingers keep at it, helping you ride out your high when his own hips suddenly stutter and he spills onto your soft thighs with a deep loud groan.

pulling you flush against him, he lets his head fall down into the crook of your neck and he sighs. arms still around you, not wanting to let you go.

as if you would go anywhere.

the room is quiet, just the two of you trying to catch your breaths, to calm your hearts. the sun peeks through the big window, painting the shelves and floor in it's light. everything feels... right.

you turn your head and press a kiss to the side of his temple, ignoring the way his cum is slowly dripping all the way down your thighs, leaving a wet stain on your socks.

jason's lips curve into a smile against your skin. "mine."

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