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Strictly Business // Jason Todd

Chapter 6 - Family Game Night

Warnings: Language, sexual themes, hangovers

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You woke up with a start. Your skin felt like ice, it was absolutely freezing. You slowly sat up and took in your surroundings, wincing at the sharp pain in your head as you did so. You placed a hand on your forehead as you noticed you were in the living room of the manor, on the floor. Jason laid passes out next to you in his clothes from the night before. Glancing down, you noticed you were also in the same clothes as last night.

You groaned mentally before standing to your feet. Your head was pounding so hard it felt like someone was playing the drums on the inside of your skull. Slowly, you made you way up to Jason’s room, heading straight for the shower. You hoped a nice hot shower would soothe your headache, but really the water falling sounded like bullets being fired every second.

Since you’d already gotten in the shower you tried making quick work of getting out, trying to relieve your headache as fast as possible. You snatched up your bottle of body wash and went to squeeze some out, but nothing came out but air.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” You whispered annoyedly. You spun around and grabbed Jason’s bottle and poured some into your hand. “Hope he doesn’t mind” you stated before washing yourself. “Might as well just go all in” you shrugged picking up his bottle of shampoo. “Thank god he doesn’t use 2 in 1” you mumbled.

It didn’t take long for you to get finished after that. You dried off and put on some leggings and a red hood tee shirt. It was hard to come by, but as soon as you found some merch of Jason’s you had to buy it. You made your way back down stairs to be welcomed by a heavenly smell. You rounded the corner to see Jason standing at the stove, cooking breakfast. You walked up behind him and laid your head on his shoulder blades.

“Hungover?” He asked knowingly. You nodded against him, making him chuckle. You winced and weakly hit his hip. “Figured you would be, that’s why I prepared, Jason’s magic hangover juice” he stated, pointing to the counter next to him.

“There’s just a bottle of extra strength Tylenol and a shit ton of Gatorade” you commented quietly, staring at the things in front of you.

“But it works absolute wonders” he retorted. “Take a lot of Tylenol but not too much you OD, and drink all of that Gatorade within about two hours and boom. Good as new” he instructed. You nodded and took a couple Tylenol.

“What’s that?” You asked, glancing into the pan in front of him.

“Omlets” he answered.

“How are you not hungover?” You asked. “You were drunk too weren’t you?”

“Oh definitely. I was wasted. But I don’t hangovers that badly anymore, which thank god because they suck” he replied.

“You’re telling me” you mumbled, taking a drink from the Gatorade he got you. “My head is pounding”

“I hope you’re not nauseous because I made this one especially for you” he smirked, holding a plate with a delicious looking omlet out for you.

“Seriously?” You asked happily, taking the plate slowly from his hands. He nodded making you gasp jokingly. “What? Jason being nice to me?” You sarcastically smiled at him while sitting at the island behind him.

“You act like it’s a rare thing” he rolled his eyes at you and went back to what he was doing.

“You never know what you’re gonna get these days” you shrugged, digging into your omlet. You hummed, laying your head down on your arm as the delicious bite melted in your mouth. “Fuck this is good”

“Glad you like it” he chuckled softly, shaking his head slightly at your audible reaction.

“It’s exactly how I like my omlets too” you commented, examining the ingredients that he put in it. He got absolutely everything, to a tee, correct.

“I know” he smirked to himself. You rolled your eyes playfully at his smugness while pulling out your phone. You had a ton of text messages for Gar and Rachel about last night. You winced before opening it. They’d each sent a bunch of pictures and videos from the night before.

“Jason please tell me why there’s a video of you grinding on me?” You asked, looking up from the video to look at him.

“I think you mean you grinding on me” he tried to correct, but you shook your head. You flipped your phone around for him to see the video of him very clearly twerking on you. “Like I said, I was wasted” he chuckled, shaking his head. You laughed with him and saved the video to your camera roll.

Some of the pictures they’d sent you were honestly really cute. There were a lot of you and Rachel, a pretty good amount of ones with you and Gar, but surprisingly there weren’t many of you and Jason. Your personal favorite had to be a picture Rachel sent you of you and Jason. Both of you had drinks in hand and eyes shut tight, as you both cheesed extra hard with you cheeks pressed together. You smiled lightly and saved that one as well.

Tim walked into the kitchen to get some coffee, and ran into the two of you going through the pictures and videos. He stopped in his tracks, shook his head, and then went about his business.

“What’s that look for, replacement?” Jason piped up, noticing Tim’s actions. You shut your phone off and say it on the counter.

“Oh I was just thanking god that you two are normal again” Tim retorted, making you snort quietly. Both men looked over at you making you raise your eyebrows.

“We’re we that bad?” You asked, afraid of the answer. You knew drunk you was bad, and drunk Jason was bad. But drunk you and Jason together was a whole different beast.

“Yes” was all he said before walking back upstairs with his cup of coffee.

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Hip hop music played at a nice volume through the whole bat cave(it was Jason’s day to pick). Damien was currently practicing his batarang skills, Tim was doing something on the bat computer, and Dick and Jason were lifting weights. You’d decided on the more chill route and were doing some yoga near where Tim was sat. You kept up some nice small talk with him the whole time.

Every once and a while your eyes would drift over to Jason. You couldn’t help it. With him being shirtless, covered in a thin layer of sweat that made his body glisten whenever he moved, and his muscles flexing and unflexing as he worked them out was just a sight you had to see. You wouldn’t deny how attractive he was to you, but you wouldn’t let yourself act on it.

After a while of weight training, Dick grabbed a yoga mat and cane over to join you. Jason shook his head at him and continued on.

“You know you should come do some yoga too Jay, you could stand to be a little more flexible” you called teasingly, making him roll his eyes.

“I’m plenty flexible thank you very much” he retorted. You shook your head at him and relaxed yourself.

“Brute strength won’t get you everywhere” you sing-songed, getting comfortable in your yoga pose. “You were never able to beat me with it” you added as an extra little jab. He scoffed and stood up, walking over into the sparring area.

“Prove it” he challenged, holding his arms out. You smirked to yourself, your plan had worked. You sighed and sprung up to your feet.

“I mean do I really have to? My completely clean prison record clearly states this fact” you commented, walking over to him confidently. He shook his head at you and crossed his arms over his chest. His pecs has slightly squeezed together at this motion, and you’d never realized how attracted to cleavage you were.

“Trust me doll, if I had wanted to catch you, then that record wouldn’t be so clean” he played right into you. You sighed as you stepped into the ring. You adjusted the straps on your sports bra to make sure it wouldn’t fall and pulled up your leggings a little bit.

“So you didn’t want to catch me? You’re doing kinda shitty at your job then” you stated, rolling your shoulders back while staring at him.

“Oh shit they’re about to fight” Dick commented, making Tim glance back and Damien stop throwing batarangs.

“You really wanna do this doll?” Jason asked with a sigh, dropping his arms to his sides and getting himself ready.

“Just like the old days Jaybird” you answered with a smirk. He took in a deep breath before nodding. A few seconds later Jason was coming at you. You easily slipped under his arm and elbowed him between his shoulder blades. He swiped a foot at your legs unexpectedly, making you stumble.

You grunted annoyedly and turned back to face him. There was a smug smirk on his face, making you roll your eyes. You cartwheeled toward his in classic Catwoman fashion, as you were taught, but he caught your right ankle and held you upside down. You smirked and swung a little bit to build momentum before whipping around to sit on his shoulders. You quickly turned on top of him and used his lost balance to slam him to the ground, his head in a head lock from your knee. You held one of his arms behind his back and he was laid on the other one. You sat there for a minute, glancing at your nails.

“You’re boring me Jason�� you teased. Not even a few seconds later he’d thrown you off of him by rolling over extremely quickly. He straddled your hips and slammed your arms up above your head. “Now that’s what I’m talking about” you drawled with a smirk. His cheeks tinted red, throwing him off guard. This gave you opportunity to bring your legs up. You locked your ankles at the front of his chest and slammed his back against the ground.

His hands grabbed your ankles and pulled them apart. You sat up and with your now free hands you tried to pry his hands from your legs. He smirked and squeezed them tighter.

“Now tell me how brute strength doesn’t beat flexiblity?” He asked cockily, sitting up to put mere inches between the two of you.

“Ok and this seems to have turned sexual. Damien please refrain from watching any further” Dick called making both you and Jason roll your eyes, snapping yourselves out of the somewhat trances you’d been in.

“Grayson you were the only one watching them in the first place” Damien retorted making you laugh a little bit.

“You really want it to be like old times doll?” Jason asked, merely above a whisper. You felt a small shiver run down your spine at the thought but you shook your head.

“We had an agreement Jay, you were the one who suggested it. Remember?” You asked at the same volume. He sighed but nodded.

“Yeah, I do. Sorry if I overstepped” he answered, starting to walk back over to the weights.

“If anyone overstepped it was me. I also over did it a bit. Are you ok? I didn’t hurt you did I?” You asked concernedly. He chuckled lightly and shook his head at you.

“No I’m fine, are you ok?” He asked. You nodded and tightened your ponytail a little.

“Yeah I’m fine” you replied, giving him a small smile. “Hey um, do you think we should practice dancing together? Since this mission is at a gala” you suggested and he shrugged. He thought for a moment as he toweled off his sweat.

“Probably” he answered, tossing a plain black shirt over his head. You nodded and grabbed his phone which was blue toothed to the speakers in the cave. He watched over your shoulder as you typed in the name of a song. When it started playing he backed away from you and walked to the open area between the bat computer and everything else.

He held his hand out for you and you smiled slightly as you took it. He pulled you toward him, stopping you a mere few inches away from him, gently placing his hand on your hip. You reached up and softly placed a hand on his broad shoulder. His other hand met yours as he started a simple waltz.

“Is this really how rich people dance at these things?” You asked curiously, tilting your head as you gazed up at him.

“Haven’t you been to one of these before?” He asked back, making you shake your head.

“No, and by the way all of my dancing experience comes from homecoming in high school so..” you trailed off making him chuckle.

“Yeah, I know. The amount of time you stepped on my feet was almost comical” he whispered so only you could hear. You giggled, thinking back at the memory of that night. It was true, you’d stepped on Jason’s feet too many times to count that at that point he just had you stand on them while he danced.

“Sorry about that” you smiled. He smiled back down at you and shrugged.

“Eh, it’s not a big deal. You can’t be good at everything” he stated making you smirk.

“What do you mean?” You asked, tilting your head. His beautiful blue eyes met yours, making your cheeks start to feel warm.

“I mean you’re good at everything, there had to be something you were bad at” he replied, letting go of your hip to spin you once. When you made it back around to face him, he brought you all the way pressed against him this time, now the only thing separating you being height difference.

“Yeah I’m still looking for your thing” you sighed, making him chuckle. “Seriously, you’re good at everything”

“Not driving, I’m not great at that” he said honestly, making you nod quickly in agreement.

“God yes, I don’t know how they haven’t taken your license yet” you laughed, making him roll his eyes and shake his head.

“Shut up” he grumbled. “You still let me drive everywhere”

“Because I hate driving” you retorted.

“Then don’t hate on the driver” he fired back, making you laugh again.

“My bad Jay” you lifted your one hand on his shoulder slightly in ‘surrender’ which brought a smile to his face. “I guess were just bad at things that start with ‘d’” you joked making him chuckle. “Dancing, driving...” you trailed off.

“Not dick game though” he stated matter of factly. You rolled your eyes and lightly hit his shoulder.

“You’re so sexual” you commented.

“And you act like you hate but you’re the same way” he retorted, making you shake your head with a sigh. “Exactly” he smirked victoriously.

“Whatever Jason” you breathed out a small laugh. A comfortable silence fell over the two of you as you finished dancing through the song. When the next song came on neither of you really noticed, just kept up the simple few steps you had going, and maybe adding a twirl here or there.

Jason slowly slipped his hand from yours and placed around your waist, locking his fingers together behind your back. You placed your hand up in his shoulder and glanced up at him. He was staring off at something behind you, he looked completely content. You smiled slightly to yourself and decided to test the waters. You gently laid your head against him, and instinctively he tightened his grip to bring you closer until there was no space left.

“Are we just gonna ignore this people?” Dick called exasperatedly, tossing his hands out in your direction.

“Again, Grayson, you’re the only one who cares” Damien retorted with a sigh. “I don’t understand what is so important about them dancing”

“You’re just jealous because you don’t know how to dance” Tim snorted, not removing his eyes from his screen.

“No body asked you Drake” Damien’s cheeks slightly tinted pink as he turned away. You pulled back from Jason and turned your head to face him.

“Damien do you really not know how to dance?” You asked curiously.

“No. What of it (L/n)?” He asked defensively, making you sigh. You patted Jason’s chest before pulling away from him completely and turning around.

“I am not going to have that. Come here” you stated, gesturing for him to walk toward you.

“(Y/n) I don’t think you’re in any position to be teaching people to dance” Jason chuckled, emitting a snort from Dick. You shot Dick a quick glare before giving Jason a thin lipped smile.

“I’m not teaching him, you are. I’m just here so he has someone to dance with. You’re explaining everything mister” you retorted. “Damien, come on” Damien turned around defeatedly and started walking toward you.

“This is pointless (L/n), I’m never going to need this skill” He grumbled as he stood in front of you.

“Yes you will Dams, what if one day, you wanna take someone to dance at school? Or bring someone to one of your dad’s galas? I bet you’ll thank me for this then” you replied, making him tinkle his nose but sigh.

“What do I do?” He asked begrudgingly, turning to look at his brothers who had grouped up to watch this.

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A confused look came onto Jason’s face as you pushed him into the dining room of the manor. Dick, Tim, and Damien were all sat near each other toward the head of the table. You pushed Jason lightly into the seat by Damien before standing in front of the open chair at the head of the table. The way you’d seated them, Tim and Dick were on your left and Jason and Damien were on your right.

“I gathered you all here because I think you need a little bit of family time, so I grabbed a bunch of games and things and we’re gonna have game night before you guys go out for patrol” you explained, nodding over to the stack of a couple board games you’d found. They all started to protest about not having time for this and things of that nature, making you shake your head and wave them off. Dick even stood up to leave after saying he had to go and get ready to go out for patrol. “Richard, sit your pretty ass back down” You stated firmly,  making him clam up slightly as he walked back to his seat. “I already talked to Bruce and he thinks this would be good for you. Besides he said him and the girls have got this, so we’re playing games”

“You think I’m pretty” Dick said as you stood up to grab a game. 

“No, I think you have a pretty ass” You retorted, making the other boys laugh, even managing a smirk from Damien. Dick smiled, seemingly happy with that response.

“I’m just scared because she called him Richard” Jason said after you sat back down. “She means business” he added, making you roll your eyes.

“Sorry I want you to love each other” You commented. 

What you hadn’t anticipated from Wayne family game night, was complete and utter chaos. All of the Wayne boys were extremely competitive, and pairing that with making them all compete with each other? It was like hell had broken loose and Satan himself had risen in that dining room. You never knew a game of Clue could cause the mass amount of issues that it was.

“No, Jason you’re a fucking idiot. Why the hell would you even say it was Plum at this point everyone knows Damien has his card dipshit. He showed it to all of us, even you” Tim ranted loudly as Jason made him assumption. 

“Well maybe plum wasn’t what I was trying to figure out Timothy” Jason snapped back. “Now does anyone have either the revolver, Plum or the fucking billard room?” Jason’s voice raised, making you giggle quietly.

“Todd, I have Plum, you know this” Damien sighed from next to him.

“Shut the fuck up demon spawn, no one fucking asked you!” He snapped his head toward the younger boy who rolled his eyes.

“You literally asked him asshat, quit whining” Dick retorted at the man sitting across from him.

“You know what you flying monkey, you can take your sassy little comments and shove them up your ass” Jason was yelling at this point. They all were. It was chaos, that you hadn’t meant for, but was entertaining nonetheless. “You know what, fuck all of you I don’t even wanna know anymore”

“Ok then, my turn” you stated immediately reaching foreword and grabbing the dice. You moved yourself into a room and glanced at your sheet. “Mustard, library, rope” you stated, leaning back in your chair.

“Here we go again, another stupid guess. Why would you say rope?” Tim asked exasperatedly, staring over at you.

“Oh my god Tim can you shut up and just let people play the damn game?” Dick asked, placing his forehead on the table.

“When people stop being dumb and acting like we’re all not literally detectives, then yes” Tim sassed, rolling his eyes.

“(L/n), I have one of those cards” Damien stated civilly, passing it over to you face down. You gave a small smile and glanced at it.

“Thank you” you mumbled, handing it back to him. “Ok, go Tim”

“Finally someone will make an educated guess” he grumbled, staring at his sheet. “Peacock, in the observatory, with the candlestick”

“Oh my god what a stupid guess” Jason mocked, making Tim roll his eyes. “Yo dumbass, I have one of those cards” he added, slipping him a card.

“You guys know in the rules it says you’re supposed to go in a cir-“ Jason city Dick off with a scoff.

“Fuck the rules” he grunted. You let out a breath and slid down in your seat. This what definitely not the night you’d expected.

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Jason Todd x Reader - ”I’m Your Birthday Gift Baby ~”

After a long day, you come home to see that Jason has prepared a beautiful birthday celebration for you with many gifts, and the best of them all, himself.

A/N: This is a birthday gift for another one of my sister that I love so much, thank you for loving me and blessing me with your presence everyday baby, I love you so so much I can’t even express this, you’re the best thing that’s happened to me and I can’t thank you enough for appearing in my life when I most needed it.

Warning: smut, a little spanking as well.

Another long boring day!

That was the only thought that meandered through her brain as she closed the door behind her. Her nose scrunched up when she sniffed a peculiar scent.

Her eyebrows knitted together as she discarded a few of her clothes and moved to the kitchen. She couldn’t help a sudden uneasiness, something felt off.

“Hey baby,” she felt hands grasp her arms and pull her to the figure. The girl released a small, surprised squeak as the man carried her towards the bathroom.

“Jason,” her grip was tight on his shoulders as he set her down, pushing her lightly against the wall.

“What’s-” he interrupted her, swiftly engulfing her lips in a passionate kiss. Humming in the kiss, his muscular arm slid tighter around her waist to keep her flush against him.

His hand desperately caressed her cheek, he didn’t realised how much he missed her today, it might have been the anxiousness he felt upon waiting for her arrival, hoping she would like his present.

Wait, of course she would, she always has.

He smirked in the kiss, parting from it to stare gently into her eyes. (Y/N) blushed upon seeing the soft gaze he held in his.

“I miss you,” he confessed, caressing her cheekbone with his thumb.

“I missed you too,” she nuzzled his hand, her cheeks flushed slightly as she gazed upon his naked figure in a towel.

“Do you like it?” he moved to her side to give her a better view of the bedroom for the first time since she came back, the room was completely candle-lit with small gifts scattered everywhere, subtly.

A small gasp escaped her lips as she stared in awe at the bedroom.

“Oh, baby,” she cooed, “I love it,” her eyes stayed peeled on the beautiful decorations. His fingers touched her jaw before pulling it to him again, kissing her fiercely.

“Mmh,” the girl hummed, grasping his hips and tugged him closer. One of his arms gently shook her top off as the other leaned against the wall, engaging her in between the surface and his broad body. His legs trapped hers by staying in between them. His lips travelled down to her neck, where they sucked her skin softly, releasing yet another content hum from the girl.

Her hands caressed his chest, feeling how moist it was.

“H-how long ago did you shower,” she mustered the words as he sucked on her sweet spot.

“An hour or so ago,” he murmured against her.

“N-no clothes?” her cheeks flushed. The girl felt a grin tear on his face.

“No, because I have the best gift of all for you,”

“Which is…?”

“Me! I’m your birthday gift baby,” he smiled smugly, pointing to himself.

“You are so full of yourself,” she snorted, pulling him close as his tongue licked her chin.

“Only for you doll,” Jason chuckled before his playful tone washed away, “but I know you don’t like big celebrations for you, so I did this -- but I’m still taking you out for a nice relaxing day together,” he trailed a few kisses along her shoulder before kissing down her collarbone.

“Okay,” she whispered, “b-but if you showered an hour ago, how come you’re still wet?” (Y/N) gasped softly, feeling his fingers slip at the hem of her trousers and pushing it down until it felt to the floor. Jerking up, the girl bit her lip as she felt his warm hand trail up her leg, a huge grin on his face.

“The better question is, how are you already wet hmm?” his fingertips teased her panties as a low husky chuckle reverberated in his throat.

Her cheeks burned as she attempted to swallow a particularly large lump in her throat.

Content with the lack of response, Jason peeled the rest of her clothes off and left her in her undergarments. His teeth nibbled at a sensitive spot as his hands clasped around the back of her thighs and lifted her up in his arms. The girl hummed softly, holding onto her boyfriend’s shoulders and letting herself be carried to the bed.

“Mmh,” Jason grunted against her, grinding softly against her inner thighs.

“J-Jay,” she held tightly on his shoulder like her life depended on it, feeling his thigh move teasingly towards her heat. Relaxing under him, her eyes fluttered closed, letting him take control.

“Mmh, you’re so hot,” he murmured, kissing up her leg. She bit her lip shyly, slowly opening her eyes to look at him. (Y/N) felt something in her gut, something exciting as she locked eyes with him. His fingertips caressed her legs, sending a cold shiver up her spine. His trail of wet kisses stopped on her inner thigh before he pulled away with a smirk.

“You’re so beautifully shyness right now,” Jason chuckled as he crawled back up to kiss her deeply, “get on all fours for me,” the small order made her bite her lip as she did as she was told. Todd’s fingers caressed her lower back, gracefully stripping her underwear off. He helped her remove it before discarding it somewhere in the room. His lips latched onto her bare ass as he pulled it to the edge of the bed.

“Mmh,” he licking and sucked a hickey on her cheek.

“J-Jason,” she whimpered, “p-please,” she grinded against his face. Smirking, he stood back up straight, kneading and squeezing her ass cheeks. He flicked her rear and crawled on the bed as she moved up to give him some space.

“Do you like your birthday present?” he chuckled smugly, rubbing his tip against her pussy lips.

“Y-yes,” she blushed, biting her lip impatiently.

“Good, I knew you would,”

That handsome asshole was so proud of himself, damn.

His hips jerked into hers as his whole length slid swiftly fully into her. The girl released a loud moan as he grunted.

“You’re so warm doll,” he praised, already setting a rough pace as he gripped her hips.

“Aah-” she whined, fisting the sheets and grinding against him.

“Fuck this is one of my favourite views,” he smirked, thrusting his entire length inside the girl. His hands helped him go deeply as he pulled the girl’s ass to him from each thrust.

A stream of delicious moans escaped the girl’s throat as Jason’s pace increased drastically. He wasn’t sure who was whose gift anymore, he needed her so badly and now that he can have her, he’s going to savour her whole body, the way he wants her.

“I love how tight your pussy is around my cock doll,” he growled in between thrusts, smirking as she released a small whimper. His fingers trailed down to massage her clit, humming in satisfaction at how her lube was coating him.

Her head shot back in pleasure before he pulled her head up to draw her against him. Her back was against his chest. Jason’s hand went to grip her neck and keep her intimately close to his skin.

“J-Jay,” she moaned, feeling him thrust his length ball deep inside of her juicy cunt.

“Mmh, you’re so close,” he hummed, feeling her clench around him. Her ass smacked against his lower stomach as he tilted her head back to kiss her deeply.

The sound of slapping skin, rocking bed, moans and groans would sure be heard from any of the neighbours if they haven’t moved out already.

(Y/N) pulled away from the kiss. She couldn’t control her moans as she jerked up from every one of Jason’s thrusts, feeling herself clench more and more. The vicious assault of her boyfriend’s fingers on her clit wasn’t helping either. Red Hood found it increasingly difficult to push himself inside of her as her cunt squeezed him tightly. Letting her go, he stopped momentarily to flip her onto her back.

His pace started up again, her legs locked around her waist as he intertwined both her hands with his and pinned them above her head.  He groaned loudly, pounding mercilessly into her dripping heat, finding it easier to access her sweet spots in this position.

The breathtaking view of the girl being fucked so nicely by his shaft made him chuckle lowly.

“Fucking hell you’re so beautiful,” he moaned as her legs slowly lost their grip around his waist. They remained midair, unable to move due to the intense knot that was about to burst inside of her.

“Jason, oh my god!” She cried out, squirming and jerking up uncontrollably, he cursed, finding her features inexplicably hot. Groaning loudly as her pussy sucked on him, he maintained his rhythm and bit his lip, watching the girl mewling his name like it was the only thing she knew how to say. Suddenly, she grew quiet, releasing a silent moan as she cummed around his shaft.

“F-fuck,” she breathed out, holding onto him as he desperately chased his own end. His forehead dipped down to meet hers. He twitched inside of her and finding himself soon release his seed deep inside of her as the movement of her breasts against his thrusts sent him over the edge.

“Shit,” he cursed, nearly losing his balance as he pulled out of her and laid beside her.

“I love you,” she whispered as he pulled her in his embrace. Pecking her cheekbone, he smiled.

“I love you too baby, but catch your breath, there is still a long night ahead of us,” he nodded to the bathroom. Knowing him, they were probably going to have another round in the shower when ‘cleaning up’.

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I bacha(ta) I can dance better than you ! - Jason Todd x Hispanic!reader

Not even sorry for the bad pun in the title. Ok so I really REALLY HOPE I didn’t mess up this story, because I’d be super mad at myself if I mis-represent said hispanic!reader ! I hope it’s fine, I tried really. ANYWAY IMMA SHUT UP NOW HOPE YOU’LL LIKE IT !! Also, I’m French, and never even learned Spanish in class (I was taught German), so I hope the Spanish things I’ll put in are right : 

PS : Reader is from Honduras because another anon’ kindly ask me to write a hispanic!reader from there :-). However I didn’t delve in the Hondura culture THAT much, just a few hint, because I still wanna keep it “broad” enough if that makes sense.  PPS : Someone pointed out Jason actually know how to speak Spanish in the comics and...well, this is an imagine. It’s obviously not canon. I might write another story where he surprises his hispanic s/o because he indeed already speak Spanish fluently though :D. Endless possibilities really. 

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Jason didn’t even remember, what brought him in the Spanish quarter of Gotham that day, but he blessed whatever guided his feet there every single hours that went by because...Well, he met you. 

He was lost in thoughts when he stumbled on a huge gathering of people right there, in the middle of the street. A song was resonating in the entire block (this song : click here to listen to it), and the noises all around him brought him back to reality. 

People were cheering, dancing, singing...but it’s you who caught his attention.

 Pushing through the crowd to see what everything was about, he saw you. And you were absolutely owning the place. 

You were dancing with a man, in rhythm with the music, and Jason was completely subjugated by you and your movements. 

There was absolutely no doubt you were the center of this little party, right in the middle of the street...Cars were even waiting patiently, their drivers not daring to honk or anything, just looking at everyone dancing and enjoying life. 

If he wasn’t so suddenly hypnotized by you, Jason would have realized you weren’t at all the center of the attention. Hell, no one was. It was just a giant gathering of people being happy. A spontaneous event that someone listening to a song too loudly sprout. 

Literally, the owner of a local small convenience store’s favorite song was passing on the radio, and he got so excited he pushed the sound all the way up...And then someone, no one knew who, started dancing, another one joined in...until the entire block turned into a giant dancing floor. 

Some danced way better than you, but Jason didn’t even notice them. His attention was fully fixed on you, on every move you made, every step you took, your smile, your (H/C) dancing in the wind...He would never admit it, but he fell in love with you right on the spot. 

As suddenly as this dancing party started, it stopped, as the song was getting to an end, and everyone, after a lot of hugs, laughter, cheering and applause, slowly returned to their every day life. 

Jason found himself, too stunned to move, on the sidewalk, looking at you getting away...He wanted to run after you, but something was holding him on the spot. He just couldn’t move at all. And his heart started to beat like crazy as he realized he was letting you get away without even trying to talk to you ! 

Fortunately that day, Destiny was finally kind to him. 

-(Y/N) ! HEY (Y/N) WAIT UP ! 

As you were about to turn the corner of the street and disappear forever, you turned around. (Y/N). So that was your name. So beautiful...it rolled on his tongue perfectly. And oh when you smiled at the guy next to him who was calling you, he felt like he was melting into a puddle. 

You crossed the street to join the man who called you. It was the man with whom you were dancing a bit earlier. As you reach for him, he takes your hands and Jason’s heart dropped. 

-Ooooh hermosa, were you gonna leave without saying goodbye ? 

-I wouldn’t dare Ale', it’s just that I really got to get to work, you made me late Mr. Alejandro Barientos ! 

-Oh hey, I bet your boss will understand the need to dance no ? 

-You know my boss mi amigo, she’s pretty harsh. 

-Oh hey, don’t talk about your mama like that. She does everything so you can have a good life. 

-I know Ale’, I know. Anyway I really gotta run before her “everything” forces me to work extra hours because I was late ! See ya later Mr. Barientos !

He kisses you on the cheek and you do the same, and in an instant, you’re gone again. Jason cannot stop himself from looking at you as you leave, his heart tightening at each step you take, as you go away...He wants to run after you but, what good could it do ? That Alejandro was obviously your boyfriend, why else would he dance with you like that, and kiss you and...Something catches Jay’s eyes. 

It’s “Ale’”. And he's kissing a man. Not on the cheek. 

Time seems to suddenly slow down, as Jason’s head moves in between the man he thought was your boyfriend and you. He has to make a decision in this split second, as you’re about to disappear forever around the corner...

Jason Todd doesn’t hesitate, he starts to run after you as fast as he can. 

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About six years ago, the man known as “Red Hood” in the dark alleyways of Gotham, never regretted his decision to run after you that day. And genuinely often thanked every day whatever higher power was out there and guided him to this small hispanic neighborhood, guided him to you. 

He ran after you, you turned around, and was taken a bit aback when he asked for your number, breathless after his sprint to catch up with you. 

But when he started to get all awkward and embarrassed, rubbing his neck nervously as he realized you must think he was crazy, your heart melted for him. It was so charming. Especially since you were pretty sure that guy, usually, wasn’t shy and awkward at all. 

All muscles and leather, square jaw and beautiful black hair with a peculiar single white streak in it...He was so much taller than you at that. You would never admit it, but you fell under his spell quite easily. 

You quickly realized that his tough and dangerous look and behavior (when in public) was just a facade. Because he was nothing but sweet and cute with you. Your own personal teddy bear (as again, he was quite taller and larger than you). 

In a matter of a few weeks you started dating each others. In a few months it was getting serious and now, six years later, you were about to move in together in what was now Jason’s favorite place in Gotham : the Spanish quarter. And you couldn’t be more happy. 

You had to admit, at first, you were afraid of people’s reaction. A woman from one of the poorest and most dangerous neighborhood, a non-white woman, dating Bruce Wayne’s son ? It got on the front page of every newspaper in the city. But not like you thought it would. 

You thought people were going to judge you for your origins, for your skin color, for the fact that you were far from rich and was dating the son of the wealthiest man in the city. You were waiting for the unavoidable comments about you being a gold digger, or an emigrant that was just here to steal good and honest americans their jobs (you heard so many such comments in your life, about you and other people from South America and such) etc etc...but it turned out it was the opposite. 

Every single newspaper and media outlet praised your relationship, saying it symbolized the first step to a new and unified Gotham. You and Jason were from two totally different world, and it was proof things were changing, which was great news for the infamous Gotham City ! You were stunned at first, but ultimately embrace it. 

Yes, you could totally get behind the fact that you were becoming a power couple that was spreading more equality, equity, diversity etc etc. If your story could give hope and motivation to others, it was just great. 

Soon, you and Jason became the symbol of Gotham that anything was possible, a as surprising as you thought it was, you inspired many to be like you ! Not the “dating a rich kid” thing, but the “I don’t give a shit about what you think, and I’m proud of what I am” thing ! 

Jason was thinking about all of that, about how lucky he was to have you...Hell, when he told you, after a year of relationship, that he was Red Hood, you just laughed and said : 

-Really ? Caperucita Roja ? Couldn’t you think of a better name mi amor ? 

Caperucita Roja ? It took him a little while to understand why you were laughing, as he was assuming “Caperucita Roja” meant “Red Hood” in Spanish...Turned out, it meant “Little Red Riding Hood” and you had just mistranslated “Red Hood” in your language, thinking he was talking about the fairytale character. It was something he loved, when you misunderstood something in English. Because it was just the cutest thing to see your confused face at something he just said, or to hear your laughter as what he said meant something different in your language. He also loved when you’d repeat a word you didn’t understand, with that cute accent of yours, waiting for him to explain...

All of that to say that the fact that he was a rather violent night vigilante didn’t bother you at all. You just told him that you loved him, and you’d accept anything about him...Except cheating. 

Oh that was the one thing you couldn’t forgive. You warned him that if he ever cheated on you, you’d cut his cojones without a second thought. It made him laugh, but at the same time, made him realize you could be scary when you wanted.  

Yes. Jason was completely absorbed by his thoughts about you and jumped, startled, when you laid a plate full of something that looked absolutely delicious in front of him. You didn’t notice he was lost in his own mind and told him : 

-I made us some “carne asada”. It’s a typical Honduran’s dish. It’s not as good as my mama’s, but I think I did a decent job.  

-Carne...asada ?

-Heyyy ! Great pronunciation mi amor !

-I’m trying. Hum...se...se ve...se ve deliciosa. 

-Delicioso my love.

-Oh right, delicioso. Your language is difficult. 

-It is yours that is difficult. I don’t understand so many of your grammar rules and such ! It confuse me sometimes !

-Confuses. 

-See ! 

He smiles tenderly at you as you take a seat in front of him. Curious, he asks : 

-So, what is...carne asada ?

-Marinated beef, it marinated in lemon, black pepper, vinegar, sugar and cumin seed...Other stuffs too but those are secret ingredients ! And some toasted tortillas to go with it. 

Jason nods and cuts a piece of his meat, bringing it to his mouth. His pupils dilate, and he looks at you in amazement : 

-Esquisito ! 

You can’t help the smile creeping on your face, and you reach to stroke his cheek lovingly. He grabs your hand and kisses your brown skin even more lovingly, making your heart beat wildly. 

-You are too nice mi amor. 

Your accent, as usual, makes him melt and, bringing another fork full of food to his mouth, he adds : 

-I mean it. I really do. Your mama’s carne asada must be amazing if it’s better than yours. 

-Oh Jason, you know my mama’s food is the best !

He winks at you, and you just smile, unable to hold inside the happiness you feel right now, with him...His constant attempt at trying to speak Spanish, at trying to get involve in your culture (as he knows it’s important to you), just makes your heart melt. 

Little did you know that he was about to completely destroy your heart with joy soon enough...

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The first thing that made him fall in love with you, was your dance moves. The way you swayed sexily with your dance partner, the smile on your face as you were enjoying yourself...So naturally, he asked for you to teach him. 

You decided you’d teach him “bachata”, as it was easier to learn than salsa or other latin america dances. You saw the guy dance a few times before, drunk out of his mind, when you would decide to go out and have some fun and...he definitely had rhythm. But maybe starting with a dance like salsa was a bit too much. No. Bachata was perfect. 

The first time you tried to teach him, you both ended up in his bed. He just couldn’t help it, having you so close to him was too much. 

The second and third time, he hasn’t been able to control himself either, and to be honest, you didn’t mind at all. 

The fourth time, he finally got over it, and focused intently on each steps you were showing him...but your teaching session was interrupted by snickering behind you. 

You were at Wayne’s Manor, and of course, OF COURSE his brothers had to walk in on you guys. You didn’t mind much, you loved his brothers. 

Dick always made you laugh, Tim always had super cool trivia about everything that you loved (you just love to learn about new things), and though Damian acted like a brat at first, he quickly warmed up to you.

When he tried to convince you that he’d be better for you than his brother, you couldn’t help but melt a bit for the boy, he was just so cute. 

You turned him down nicely, saying that he was a bit too young for you, barely ten years old, and that it was too late, you were in love with his idiotic brother...at first Damian was disappointed, but he quickly got over it and just accepted you as his new sister.

it sometimes annoyed Jason highly, how you always kinda defended the boy when they got into arguments, because he was “just too cute and needed love too”..because he knew Damian did it on purpose, just to spite him.

Yes. You loved his brothers. But sometimes, they could act like such kids ! (Well, to be honest two of them were actual kids...but the oldest one, Dick, was also the worst one, the most immature one and he was a grown ass man !). Like right now, mocking their brothers as you were teaching him how to dance. 

You swore at them in Spanish, mildly annoyed, and they shut up, surprised by your reaction. When you explained that dancing was important, and that you took at heart to teach their brother to properly dance, they stopped any mockery, and never ever laughed again. On the contrary, they even asked for lessons...Jason threatened them, saying it was a big no no, and the subject was closed forever (though to you they said they just weren’t interested anymore, and not that their brother threatened them...you wouldn’t have liked that and they didn’t want to upset you). 

The fifth time you gave Jason a bachata lesson, it’s his father who walked in on you, and he excused himself, thinking he walked in on you making out...You laughed out loud at his reaction, and Jason called him back to explain what was happening. Bruce was impressed, he never thought that anyone could teach his son to dance at other times than when he was drunk. 

After this yet again interrupted lessons, you gave him many more, but one day, he completely surprised you...

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Jason knew he wanted to marry you the day he met you. At the time of course, it was crazy, you were a total stranger dancing in the street, he couldn’t decently ask you to marry him on the spot ! 

But as the years went by, as your relationship grew serious...the thought never left him. And now, six years later, he knew it was finally time. You moved in together and things were going as great as ever...And so he started to create his great masterplan ! 

He wanted to recreate how he met you. The sudden public gathering, the people dancing, cheering, laughing...the music bringing everyone together. 

And so one day, he took you to the place you met to “meet with his family for some lunch”..Sure enough his family was there, but they were all smiling like idiots, and when the same song that was playing the day you both met started playing, under the gaze of a very confused you, a crowd started to gather around you and Jason, started to clap their hands, to dance and sing...And your boyfriend took you in his arms. 

Until then, his bachata moves weren’t perfect, sometimes he was a bit too stiffs for the dance and all...but right there,  at that moment, every move he made was on point. 

On step on the left with his left foot. His right foot going to his left twice in a row. His hips were swaying in perfect timing with the music. And for the first time since you firs tried to teach him bachata, he was leading you and not vice versa. You were completely amazed. 

-Wow, where did you learn to dance like that mi amor ?

-...I asked extra lessons to Alejandro. 

-You...really ? 

-I wanted to surprise you. 

You stared at him for a few minutes, still dancing, his arms around you feeling like they were meant to be there...before a wide smile spreads across your face. 

-Oh Jason, you gotta be the best man I ever met. Te amo. 

He smiles back and bring you even closer to him, not faltering in his dance steps. 

-I love you too. Eres mi vida. 

You miss a step and walk on his feet at his words. Of course, he already told you a few times he loved you but...”Eres mi vida” ? “You are my life” ? That was one hell of a declaration. Made even more special by the fact that he said it in your first language. 

You keep dancing, until finally the song comes to and end, and you pull away from each others reluctantly. But he doesn’t let go of your hands, and the circle that formed around you two do not break. 

You look around you curiously...until Jason goes on his knee. Wow. WOW ! 

- Quieres...quieres casarte...conmigo ?

He struggles to say, and your heart miss multiple beats. In a small voice, under the expectant gaze of all your friends and family, you say : 

-Wh...What ? 

-Hum...Did I say it wrong ? 

In the crowd, someone yells : “NOPE !”, and Jason shifts on his knee, uncomfortable. Were you going to refuse his proposition ? 

-Just to make it clear...this isn’t a joke right ? 

You ask, and he smiles widely at you. 

-No. Not a joke. (Y/N), I’ve never been that serious in my life...Will you marry me ?

This time, you don’t need him to ask another time, and you jump in his arms, kissing him passionately as he cannot hold the happiness from swarming him. 

-Sì, cielo, sì ! 

“Yes my angel”. Your answer fills Jason with a joy he never thought he could ever feel again after the Joker killed him and he was brought back to life...

Loud cheers are all around you. You can even hear Jason’s father yelling loudly : “THAT’S MY BOY ! HE’S GONNA GET MARRIED !”...But everyone slowly fades away as you pull away from Jay, and, your forehead on his (he holds you in his arms, your feet not touching the ground...damn strong man), whisper another : 

-Te amo. 

Before pecking his lips softly, and tightening your grips around him. 

The next day, every newspaper’s headline were : “Jason Wayne Todd to marry (Y/N) (Y/L/N) this summer”, with a picture of you and him dancing.

Randomly dancing in the street because “your thing” since that day. 

Fin.  

I’m super stressed about this. Like I hope I didn’t offend anyone in any way ? But I did want to write about more “kind” of readers and...Well I tried. If you don’t like it, don’t hesitate to tell me and I won’t do it again. And maybe it’s too fucking long...EEEEEEEEH.