#ceo!jason todd x reader insert
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PRINCE OF GOTHAM - PART 2
PRINCE OF GOTHAM - PART 2
CEO!Jason Todd x Reader
Warnings – Language. NSFW Smut. Brief Derogatory & Misogynistic language about women.
A/N: Please remember this is a revised version of “The Intern” but swapped out Roman for Jason. Hope you all enjoy the next chapter! :) xoxo
The smoke curled thick around the four men situated around the poker table in Roy’s rich mahogany furnished games room. Jason rolled the crystal glass against the green felt, the rattle of the ice cubes echoing in his mind. He hadn’t been able to think straight all night. You’d plagued his thoughts since the gala, the scent of your perfume still invading his senses.
Oswald flicked his cigarette into the ashtray at the side of him, eyebrow curved upwards as he frowned at Jason, “That's the worst hand you've played tonight”.
Harvey laughed before taking a sip of his whiskey, savouring the woody flavour, “Hey Todd, try betting the ownership of The Iceberg. See if your luck'll change”.
The pair of them waited for a sarcastic or biting remark but Jason stared at his cards, still rolling his glass, paying no real attention to either of them.
“I think we lost 'im”, Oswald cackled.
Roy leaned back in his chair, putting out his cigar, “I think we have”. He grinned knowingly towards Jason.
“Do you think if I take his wallet he'll notice?”, Harvey flipped over his cards, smirking with glee at Oswald’s crestfallen face.
Shuffling the cards again, Roy dealt out the cards swiftly, “Hmmm, likely not but considering he's cleaned out, I doubt you'll actually be able to get anything”.
Jason was aware of the conversation around him but he couldn’t bring himself to join in. Not when his mind was conjuring images of you, spread out on his bed sheets with your hands bound above your head with his tie. He cursed under his breath, feeling the front of his trousers becoming uncomfortable.
Harvey watched as Jason’s cigarette burnt at the side of him, resting in the ashtray forgotten about, smoke billowing wildly, “I bet you anything it's that tight pussy from last week that's got him so worked up”.
“Oh, I remember, that hussy in the red dress?”, Oswald threw his used cards towards Roy waiting for the next hand.
“Yeah! That’s the one. Can't blame him, she's got a sweet ass. Ain't that right, Harper?”, Harvey downed the rest of his whiskey, pouring himself another large helping.
Jason glared towards Roy, silently murdering him with his gaze. He didn’t want to think of any other man touching you, let alone one of his closest friends.
Roy ignored Jason and shrugged casually, “I have no clue what you're talking about. She simply works in my department”, with a devilish glint, he turned towards Jason, “I bet you’d know about it though, wouldn't you Todd?”.
Scoffing loudly, Jason rolled his eyes, “I told you, nothing happened that night”. The lie slipped off his tongue easily although he wasn’t sure Roy believed him. He’d known him long enough to spot the tell-tale signs.
“So that sweet piece of ass is fair game?”, Oswald perked up, his interest piqued.
Jason gripped the edge of the poker table, controlling the twitch trying to spread across his face. His lips wanted to snarl at Oswald and tell him to stay the fuck away. But he had no right. It was just a quick fuck. That was what you both agreed. He swallowed the bubbling jealousy about to answer but Roy barked out laugh.
“You’d have more chance fucking a penguin”.
Harvey spat out his drink, almost choking. Oswald growled something under his breath, flipping Roy the finger.
“I don’t have time to get attached to a tight little pussy only worth a few fucks”.
As the words left his mouth, the distaste left behind was rotten. It didn’t feel right talking about you that way. The conflict churned his stomach and it was something Jason wasn’t entirely used to.
Roy attempted to slide two cards across to Jason but he shook his head grabbing the bottle of whiskey from the centre of the table, “And on that note boys, I’m going before you take my last $100”.
“Do you have to take the bottle?”, Harvey grumbled.
Jason ignored him, slinging his jacket over his shoulder, digging out his phone from his front trouser pocket. No new messages. He’d been hoping you’d have made the first contact. Possibly trying to coax him into another encounter. Not that he needed much convincing with you.
When he looked up from his mobile, he saw Roy smirking at him with a knowing look. It made Jason uneasy. How did Roy know what he was planning? Or was it just that obvious he was still hooked on you?
“Need me to sort a lift to your apartment, Todd?”.
It was only after years of knowing the asshole, he heard the teasing tone in his voice. Oh he fucking knew alright. He saw right through him.
“Nah, I’ll be fine, I fancy a bit of fresh air”.
Roy chuckled under his breath, “Sure”.
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You huffed, staring down at your dress. Wade, the foul mouthed head of security, otherwise known as your date, had cancelled on you at the last minute, telling you he had a family emergency. You weren’t entirely sure if you believed it or not. Something didn’t feel right. You stepped out of your heels and dropped them next to the full length mirror, throwing the emerald dress back into the closet. Your eyes lingered over your appearance. You’d made a real effort for him tonight. A tiny lace thong with a matching bra, paired with a pair of black stockings.
Just typical. Now you remembered why you didn’t like dating. You grabbed your silk robe from the end of the bed, wrapping it around you as you wandered into the living room. Take-out and a terrible movie it was. You ordered your favourite pizza via the app on your phone. That way you didn’t have to talk to anyone and mask the sadness from your voice. Perfect.
Lounging back on the sofa you wrapped your fingers around the TV remote, flicking through to find a trashy film or maybe you’d finally finish watching that guilty pleasure TV show you’d fallen in love with. The loud knock on the door startled you. The pizza couldn’t be here already, surely? You pushed up off the sofa and headed through to the front door, opening it without second thought to your attire.
Fuck. Your eyes widened at the sight in front of you. Jason. His charcoal shirt untucked and a little dishevelled, matte black tie hanging loose around his neck and his dark suit jacket slung over his shoulder. Fuck. The smell of whiskey and spice spiralled around you.
You slammed the door shut, pressing your back against it. Your heart hammered wildly against your chest. What the fuck was Jason Todd doing outside your door? You’d been under the impression last week was just a one off. Nothing more than sex. Extremely hot, mind blowing sex. But just sex, none the less.
There was another rap against the door, rattling it gently and you opened it slowly. His forearm was resting against the door frame, his tall stature towering you as he looked down. You stared up into his blue eyes. They were hooded and a little smirk curved his lips upwards, “Who did you think I was?”.
“The pizza guy”.
He laughed and inched his head down lower, eyes scanning over the delicate silk wrapping your body, “Do you always greet delivery people in your just murdered my husband robe?”.
His gaze made your body heat up, shivers travelling down your spine. You shrugged casually, giving him a flirty smile, “Only when I want my food free”. His scowl made you chuckle internally.
You opened the door a little wider and stepped back slightly, “Come in, before someone else sees me like this”.
Jason made his way into your apartment quickly, brushing past you. You noticed the half empty bottle of whiskey in his hand and rolled your eyes, wondering what or where he’d been before coming to you. He looked around your home with interest, gaze running over your photos by the bookshelf. The whiskey was discarded on the coffee table, his suit jacket tossed over your armchair messily.
“Make yourself at home”, you grumbled under your breath, picking up his jacket and hanging it neatly over the back of one of your dining chairs. You dropped down onto the sofa, sighing happily as the cushions welcomed you.
He laughed before joining you, his arm stretching along the back, fingers brushing along the back of your neck, “Why are you wearing this on a lonely Friday night?”, his eyes raked your figure, noticing the sheer black stockings covering your long legs.
“Maybe I was waiting for you”, your eyes sparkled mischievously as you folded one leg over the other, allowing him a glance at the lace topping of your stocking before letting the silk robe fall down, covering it up.
Jason choked, caught off guard by your forward statement. He swallowed, looking over your face, “Seriously?”.
You laughed, not quite believing you’d managed to reel Jason in that easily. You guessed the whiskey wasn’t helping his brain function. Shaking your head, you grinned, “No, my date cancelled on me unfortunately”.
He frowned, feeling a wave of jealousy twinge in the pit of stomach. You were going to wear that for a date? What were you going to put on, over it? Or was your date just going to come round to your apartment and…he stopped himself, not wanting to picture that.
Jason’s fingers gripped the back of the sofa slightly wondering if you’d wear that for a date with him. He pictured ripping it off piece by piece as you begged him to give you more. He licked over his bottom lip before muttering, “A date?”.
“Yes, a date, I don't suppose that's against company policy?”, you raised an eyebrow looking directly at him. His face was stern, sharp jaw locked tight.
He shook his head and rubbed a hand over his cheek, scratching over his dark stubble, “So, what were you planning to do instead?”.
Running a hand through your hair, you leaned back against the sofa, “Eat take out and watch a film”, you waited for a reaction but he just stared silently, “You’re welcome to watch it with me if you want? But I can’t promise the film will be Oscar worthy though”.
You had to admit this was uncharted territory. You didn’t know what the protocol was. The CEO of the company you worked for, had turned up at your door uninvited and slightly tipsy. The same CEO who you’d slept with last week and hadn’t been able to take your mind off. The same CEO who’d given you the impression it was just a ‘one off’.
“Please tell me this isn’t Titanic…”, he muttered whilst kicking his shoes off under your coffee table.
You smiled, “Nope…it’s a mafia film”.
“Oh, they’re my favourite”, he grinned happily.
It wasn’t that far from the truth. It was about a mafia boss. But, the point of the story was far from mafia dealings. You smirked to yourself and folded your legs under you, settling as you pressed play on the movie; 365 Days.
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You flicked your gaze across to Jason, hiding the little smile on your face. You watched his features set into a tense frown, eyes not moving from the screen. His entire body was rigid. You had fully intended to turn it off after the first 30 minutes but you’d enjoyed teasing him far too much.
“I thought you said this was a mafia film?”, he ground out.
“It is”, you replied innocently pointing to the dark haired Italian man on the screen, “He’s the mafia boss”.
Jason finally turned to you, his eyes blown black. He swiped his tongue over his bottom lip and edged closer to you on the sofa, “This is practically pornography”, his voice was thick with lust. Every scene playing on the screen, he pictured in his own mind with you.
“You’re exaggerating! Just sit back and enjoy this cinematic masterpiece”, you waved your hand to him, brushing him off before turning back to the screen, ignoring him.
“I think”, he growled low, “You put this on to tease me”.
When you looked at him again, he was practically on top of you, caging you down onto the sofa. The scent of his cologne engulfed you making you feel dizzy. His arms were resting either side of your head, making sure you couldn’t escape. You gasped and pressed your palm on his chest, feeling his heart pounding.
“You’ve been sat there, all the way through this film, in your sexy-come fuck me-stockings…tormenting me”, he wedged himself between your thighs, spreading them wide before leaning down, his lips brushed against your ear lobe, “Well princess, I think it’s your turn now”.
You swallowed thickly, feeling your entire body reacting to him, craving to be closer. He smirked, letting his hands run up your thighs, the lace topping of your stockings felt perfect against his skin.
“Jason…”, you felt the sparks shooting across you, lighting every nerve on fire.
He tugged at the tie on the front of your dressing gown, pulling it open revealing the expanse of your naked flesh. The high rise thong framed your hips perfectly making Jason wet his lips. He couldn’t drink you in quick enough.
“This all needs to go”, he growled and helped you out of the robe, throwing it to the side carelessly. His fingers snapped the waistband of your thong making you whine his name again. When his fingers dipped under the lace, you expected him to slip the material off you but he didn’t. A loud tearing sound made your eyes flash open, Jason had ripped your panties off you, dropping the ruined fabric onto the floor.
Your face knitted with anger. You went to scold him - those were expensive.
“What the-”.
“I’ll buy you some more princess”, he ground his hips into yours, rubbing his bulge into your core. A frustrated sigh left his throat before he crashed his lips against yours with a fiery passion quelling any of your earlier complaints.
You threaded your fingers through his dark hair, tugging on it and earnt a deep groan from him, which you swallowed readily. The sound shot down to your core, desire slick between your folds. Jason’s hand wound around your back, unclipping your bra before throwing it over your sofa. You purred softly, letting your tongue dance with his as you continued to kiss, desperation peaking between you both.
You arched your back pressing your body into his. The expensive cotton felt perfect against your heated skin. There was something incredibly erotic having him fully clothed, covering your bare petite frame beneath him. The tip of his tie tickled over your sensitive flesh.
He smirked, his ego inflating at the way you reacted to his touches. His rough fingertips grazed down the valley between your breasts and over your toned stomach. You whined when they dipped into the indent of your navel.
“Jason…please”, you begged, circling your hips to entice him.
He continued lower until he stroked a finger through your silken core. Your wetness coated it. He hummed appreciatively, adding a second finger. You threw your head back against the arm rest, moaning unabashedly. The euphoria buzzed through your veins but you needed more.
Jason flicked over your clit, “You’re so wet for me sweetheart and I’ve barely touched you”. He grinned before continuing with his sweet torture. Your hand gripped his forearm trying to guide him where you wanted him but he resisted with a devilish smile.
The knocking at the door made you both jump. You looked up at Jason through your thick, dark lashes. Your lips were swollen from his bruising kisses.
“Who the fuck is that?”, he grunted.
“Pizza”, you sighed, disappointed at the interruption.
Jason dipped back down, his lips marking your neck eagerly, enjoying the way you mewled and shivered. The knocking sounded through the apartment again making him nip your collar bone roughly. Fingers dipping into your tight core.
“They-”, you panted and dragged your nails through his hair as he continued to thrust into you, “They won’t go away”.
“Fuck!”, Jason tore himself away from your body, growling deeply as he stormed towards the door. The front of his trousers were painfully constricted due to the throbbing of his cock. He threw the door open, glaring at the young teenage boy with the pizza box in his hand. The boy squeaked when he saw Jason, withering under his irritated stare.
“P-pizza f-for Y/N?”, he stuttered and went bright red seeing the pile of tattered lace on the living room floor. Your silk gown strewn over the glass coffee table lazily, bra hanging off the lamp behind your couch. He caught a glimpse of your bare legs before squeaking when Jason huffed loudly. The delivery boy struggled to meet Jason’s gaze, instead choosing to stare at the button at the top of his own shirt. The heat flamed his cheeks at realising exactly what he had interrupted.
“Take this and fuck off”, Jason snapped, throwing a wad of folded notes at him before slamming the door. He ran his fingers through his messy hair, heading back towards you on the sofa.
You had to bite back a smile at Jason’s attitude. He dropped back onto the couch, looking down at your naked body. He groaned, hands palming your tits greedily. His thumbs brushed over your nipples as he leaned down, kissing your throat. You writhed under his touches, burning for more.
“Y-You do know that you just gave him an $80 tip right?”.
“Pocket money”.
Losing his patience, Jason forced your legs apart and unzipped his pants, shoving them down quickly. His cock sprung free, slapping against the bottom of his shirt. Your eyes traced the length of it, mouth going dry at the delicious thoughts. You couldn’t wait to feel the sting of it as it stretched you, dragging against your walls as he fucked you.
He smirked watching the way you eyed him greedily. The look on your face was enough to boost his ego nicely. Using one of his hands to pin your wrists above your head, he guided the head of his cock between your damp folds, teasing your clit with it. You shivered under him and rocked your hips.
“Jason please!”, you whined, sucking your plump lower lip between your teeth.
His fingers dug into your wrist as he sunk his full cock into you, bottoming out. Your head flew back as the burning stretch of his cock sent pulses of pleasure up your spine. He groaned deeply and pressed his face into your neck, continuing his quest to mark you up as his own. His hips started to drive into you wildly.
“Oh fuck! Oh fuck!”, you cried out repeatedly, trying to tug your hands free. You wanted his shirt off. You wanted to trace every muscle on his back and scratch your nails down it. You wanted to hold onto his hair and yank it as he fucked you just the way you needed it.
“No one’s gonna fuck you like this princess”, he rasped in your ear, “Never”.
His words careened in your mind as the euphoria coiled deep in the pit of your stomach. The drag of his cock against your tight wet walls was pushing you higher. He was right. No one had ever fucked you like Jason. Which scared and electrified you at the same time. You moaned his name loudly, forgetting the neighbours, as he changed his angle, hitting you even deeper than before. Your vision became blurry with desire.
“Look at the way your body responds to me”, he gloated, looking down at your breasts, the way they bounced with every thrust of his cock. A damp sheen covered your body as you felt the familiar flush running over your skin.
“You can’t get enough of my cock, can you?”.
You so badly wanted to snap at him but your body betrayed you, desperate to climax. You hooked your legs around his strong waist, pulling him closer to your body. The fabric of his shirt was rough against your overly sensitive skin.
“Oh god!”, your eyes rolled back into your skull as you felt the orgasmic tidal wave start to crash. Your blood ran cold when he stopped. His thrusts became languid, keeping your climax at bay.
“You going to let me fuck your tight little pussy whenever I want?”, his lips curled upwards, smugness radiating off him.
“W-what? Jason- please - I’m so close”, you begged, rolling your hips against his, eager for more friction than he was giving, “Don’t fucking stop”.
“I asked you a question”, he grunted and thrust into you sharply once, before returning to his slow, maddening pace, “Are you going to keep letting me fuck you, princess?”.
You whined when he thrust into you then huffed in frustration when he wouldn’t continue, “Yes!”.
“Yes what?”.
You glowered up at him, cheeks hot with desire, “Yes I’ll keep fucking you”.
“Only me?”.
He was starting to piss you off. You could feel your orgasm ebbing away with each lazy thrust into your sopping pussy. You growled, ripping your wrists free from his grip, locking your hands around his neck.
Yanking him down to your mouth, your lips ran over his, your hot breath mingling with his, “Yes! I’ll only fuck you! Now if you don’t make me fucking cum I’ll kick you out and do it myself!”.
Your words made his eyes darken and he resumed his brutal pace, driving deep into your core. One hand gripped onto your hips and the other held onto the arm of the sofa, helping him thrust into you harder.
Your moans were depraved as he fucked you into the soft plush of the cushions, ripping your orgasm from you possessively. Your nails scratched down his back, under his shirt, enjoying the way his face winced between pain and pleasure.
The white hot burst of flames exploded behind your eyes as you came, sobbing his name into his shoulder. His thrusts became sloppy and uneven as he neared his own end. Cock pulsing inside you.
Jason groaned huskily as your pussy strangled his cock, tipping him into his own powerful orgasm. He shot rope after rope of hot cum into your core, fingers bitterly biting into the flesh on your hip. You’d definitely have bruises tomorrow. You weren’t even sure if you’d be walking straight tomorrow after the way he’d pounded into you.
His body rested into yours slightly as he caught his breath, his arm propped on the back of the arm rest taking the brunt of his weight.
You stroked your hand up and down his back, regaining your own breath and sanity. Your legs were still locked around his waist, heart beating erratically.
His lips brushed your cheek delicately and he pushed himself up to look down at you. Your hair was dishevelled, lips swollen from his bruising kisses. You looked delicious. He could easily delve back in for another round but he’d at least allow you to rest first. A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips.
Moving off you eventually, he reached out to the coffee table to grab your robe, allowing you to wrap it around yourself as he zipped his pants back up.
“I just want to clarify-”, he started but you cut him off immediately.
“Please don’t kill the afterglow Todd”, you chuckled and ran your fingers through your messy hair, “I know what you meant. It’s fine. Just sex is all that I want too”.
He went to speak again but you placed your finger over his plump lips, “Yes, only with you”.
Jason licked the pad of your finger, grinning at you, “Perfect”.
You shivered and stood up, not bothering to tie your robe. It fluttered open allowing him to glance over your naked body, “You’re welcome to stay, the night is still young after all”. You winked and sashayed through to your bedroom. You heard him shuffling before catching you up, arms immediately coiling around you from behind.
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Wrapped up in the sheets of your bed after the second round, you turned to face Jason, stroking your fingertips along the grooves of his muscles, “Where did you put the pizza?”, you pressed a kiss to his chest and murmured, “I’m starving”.
Jason blinked before looking a little sheepish, “Well- I- errr…”.
You watched him before realising exactly what had happened. You groaned and pressed your face into his solid mass, “You paid him and didn’t even get the pizza?!”.
“In my defence I was a little preoccupied”, he winked smugly and tightened his arm around your waist, tugging you on top of him. He enjoyed the way your tiny frame instantly sank into him, not that he’d admit it.
“You owe me new pants AND a pizza”, you huffed and poked his chest playfully, “I honestly can’t believe you”.
He shrugged, “We could just order another one, it’s not like I can’t afford it”.
Whilst his answer sounded arrogant, you knew it wasn’t intended that way. You rolled your eyes and inched your face closer to his, your breath fanning over his lips, “But can you control yourself until it gets here?”.
“That's a tall order princess”, he closed the gap instantly, nipping your bottom lip before rolling you over, trapping you underneath his bulk. You laughed into the kiss snaking your arms around his neck.
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DC x Readers
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by xxZombieWriterxx
Various x readers as requested from tumblr! Check each chapter notes to see what tags apply to what chapter!
Words: 2591, Chapters: 10/?, Language: English
Series: Part 1 of Blurbs from tumblr
Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Categories: Multi
Characters: Reader, Jason Todd, Dick Grayson, Joker (DCU), Bruce Wayne, Damian Wayne
Relationships: Jason Todd/Reader, Bruce Wayne/Reader, Dick Grayson/Jason Todd/Reader, Dick Grayson/Reader, Joker (DCU)/Reader, Damian Wayne/Reader
Additional Tags: gender neutral reader, GN Reader, Masc Reader, Reader-Insert, Blood and Injury, Meet-Cute, Hurt/Comfort, CEO/Secretary, Fluff and Humor, Kidnapping, Light Angst, Adult/Minor, Polyamory, Flirting, Awkward Flirting, Panic Attacks, Jason Todd Has PTSD, Age Difference, the authors overuse of coffee
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PRINCE OF GOTHAM - PART 3
PRINCE OF GOTHAM - PART 3
CEO!Jason Todd x Reader
Warnings – Language. NSFW Smut. Slight jealously.
A/N: Please remember this is a revised version of “The Intern” but swapped out Roman for Jason. Hope you all enjoy the next chapter! :) xoxo
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The slam of the office door startled Roy and he almost spilt his freshly made coffee over his neat ironed shirt. He glanced up and caught Jason’s eye-line. He sighed internally and rested back in his chair. This wasn’t good, Jason looked irritated. Roy readied himself for a long rant. He wasn’t going anywhere soon and his coffee was probably going to go cold. Fuck.
Jason ranted for the next fifty minutes about the French clubs and their recent spurt of PR disasters. Roy rubbed his temple, his façade beginning to crack. He stopped listening beyond the first five minutes, his mind wandering elsewhere.
“So we’re going to have to go over there and set everything right, Harper. We can’t leave them any longer, not if we want the clubs to still be in business by the end of the month!!”.
“Yeah about that…”, Roy swallowed a mouthful of cold coffee and pointed to his diary before wincing at the foul taste.
“What?”, Jason grunted, confusion spreading across his face.
“I have plans this week”.
Jason scoffed, “Plans? You? Like what?”.
Roy shrugged, “Somethings to finish up here”.
“Uhuh”, Jason muttered unconvinced and edged closer to the diary on the desk, “I didn’t realise you were so swamped”.
“There's some department issues I have to fix, a few check-ins with the clientele”, Roy tried to fight the blush threatening to spread across his cheeks. Why wasn’t Jason letting this go?
“Can’t you get one of the others to do it? I don’t really want to go on my own”, Jason whined and rested on the edge of the desk, picking up a stack of post-it notes flicking through them aimlessly.
“You don’t have to go alone, I have the perfect person”, Roy gave him a cheeky grin, finally feeling the tables turn.
Jason glared at him, “I’m not going with Eric - fuck that, I’d rather let the Iceberg sink”.
“As funny as that would be, I know how important this is”, Roy snatched the post-it notes from Jason, irritated that he was messing with his stuff.
“Oh”, Jason smirked, “So you do have a brain”.
“No, I slept my way up here. Anyway, you should take Y/N. She’s competent and she can stand you. A very rare combination”, Roy stood up abruptly from the desk and walked across to the window, looking out across the murky streets of Gotham.
“I’m a joy to be around”, Jason grumbled.
“Your last assistant didn’t seem to think so”.
“She was an airhead, she didn’t understand what I wanted from her role”, Jason rolled his eyes. He remembered Maggie. She barely lasted the week before he found her sobbing in the toilets.
“You can’t hire people for sex”, Roy’s lips curved as he looked over his shoulder.
“There is an entire industry built on it. So I think we can disagree”, Jason snarked back, folding his arms across his chest.
“Fuck”, Roy sighed loudly and scrunched his eyes shut, “You are giving me a headache - are we done here?”.
Jason ignored Roy’s snappy remark and looked out of the office window catching you walking past, arm full of white envelopes, “So you want me to take Y/N? Won’t you miss her here?”.
“I wouldn’t have suggested it if I couldn't cope without her, Just go talk to her…I'm sure that she'll talk to you, she’ll be happy for the business opportunity”, Roy couldn’t help but smirk at the last part.
“I don’t have any issues talking to her, I just don’t want to set your department back”, Jason’s ears turned pink, the thought of your naked body flashing in the back of his mind. That silk nightgown barely covering your ass. He swallowed and fidgeted on the spot.
“We'll survive while you fuck her stupid for a few days”.
“I don’t know why you assume I’m fucking her”, as it left his lips, Jason knew his voice had completely given him away. And the record speed he answered.
Roy laughed huskily and grabbed his mug, “I’m not blind Todd”.
Jason didn’t bother to give a reply and headed towards Roy’s office door, “We’ll be back by Friday”.
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The second Jason had appeared on your department floor, you’d felt your skin flushing. Your thoughts were filled with repeat memories of him in your bed. The way his calloused hands slid over your body. You grabbed the stack of envelopes and stood up briskly, you needed to distract your mind from him. Before you combusted at your desk. You headed down the corridor towards the printing room but stopped when you heard the deep timber of his voice.
“Do you have a moment?”.
You turned around and nodded, “Of course Sir”.
Jason swallowed, feeling his stomach twisting with nerves, he wasn’t sure why he suddenly felt this way. He fixed his tie as he spoke, “I need someone to represent your department on the Paris trip. Harper recommended you”.
You raised an eyebrow, “Oh, did he now?”.
“He suggested you’d be the best fit for the job”, Jason’s clinical business tone made you chuckle internally. You noted he was clearly struggling, fidgeting more with his tie. You enjoyed the way you made the imposing man nervous.
“And what do you think?”, you took a step closer to him in the empty corridor, your voice dropping low and seductive. You licked your tongue along your plump lower lip, eyes tracing his mouth.
“I think you'll be passable”, he muttered, watching your tongue with interest. He suppressed the moan in his throat and inched closer to you.
“Wow...”, you rolled your eyes, “I’m glad you think I’m just passable, so full of compliments!”, you turned away and strutted down the rest of the corridor, swiftly entering the printing room.
Jason blinked in surprise before following after you quickly, closing the door behind him, “I don't suppose you're turning down a free trip to Paris?”.
“But Sir, I have unfinished work here that I need to complete for Mr Harper”, you teased, putting the paperwork on the desk at the side.
“Harper promised to pick up the slack”, Jason followed the curve of your legs, framed perfectly by your heels. He tried to ignore the sensual way your lips shaped as you spoke.
“Really?”.
“He’ll sort out whatever you don’t get done”, Jason lied. He knew Roy had promised nothing of the sort but he couldn’t give a damn right now. Your body completely distracting any rational thoughts he had.
You abandoned the printing and smiled brightly, Mr Harper could entertain himself with the photocopying whilst you were enjoying Paris with Jason, “Well then, if you want me to go with you, I will Sir”.
Jason growled and stalked across the room, caging you against the printer, “Keep calling me Sir and I’ll lock that door behind us…I don’t care who hears you”.
“But Sir, I have forms to deliver, they’re already a little late”, your hands snaked up his stomach, before grabbing his tie, tugging on it playfully. His lips ghosted over yours.
Jason’s hands grabbed the back of your thighs and he lifted you easily, making you squeak. Your legs wrapped around his middle on instinct, ass pressed into the printer pad, “What did I say?”, he nipped your bottom lip, thumbs stroking up your legs.
You shivered as he continued to stroke up your thighs, whispering against his mouth, “We’re at work Sir…this isn’t very wise”.
Before Jason had a chance to reply, there was a loud bark of laughter bouncing down the corridor, followed by heavy footsteps getting closer and closer. Jason’s face knitted with irritation before sighing, stepping away from you. You hopped down quickly, adjusting your skirt before the door flew open.
“Oh, sorry, I didn’t realise you were using the printer N/N”, Dick smiled at you then turned towards Jason. His cheeks turned rosy and he ran a hand through his jet black locks, the cogs in his mind turning as he assumed; correctly; that he’d interrupted something.
“Don’t worry Grayson, I’m finished now”, you sauntered past Jason, patting Dick on the chest, “Knock yourself out”. You sashayed out of the room leaving Jason and Dick staring at each other.
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Five long hours. You’d almost fallen asleep in the last hour. You hadn’t imagined business meetings could take this long, although to be fair, the last hour had been filled with Jason’s business associates talking about fast cars and football. You smoothed your hands down the front of your dress and stood up slowly, “If you’ll excuse me for one moment, I need to use the restroom before we go”.
You gave Jason a look to tell him to hurry up before you left, hurrying towards the bathroom.
Antoine turned to Jason, a smarmy smile on his face, “You've got quite the woman there Todd”.
Jason noticed the leering stare and the way his eyes drank in your svelte form, “Oh she's just one of my business team”.
“Oh? I thought she was a personal associate of yours”.
“No no, just a colleague”, Jason assured, fixing the cufflinks on his suit jacket.
“Do you think she would want to come out to dinner with me this evening?”, Antoine shifted in his seat, looking towards the door waiting for you to come back. He’d been enamoured with you from the second you walked into the room. He only became more fascinated as you spoke throughout your excellent presentation.
“Certainly not”, Jason snapped.
Antoine turned to him shocked and swallowed nervously. Jason’s shift in tone had taken him by surprise. He hadn’t expected the bite in Jason’s voice or the heated stare.
“What I mean is that we have something planned for the evening, so she won't be available”, Jason back tracked quickly, giving him a dashing smile. He hadn’t meant to sound so aggressive but the thought of Antoine taking you out for fine French cuisine with the possibility of more made his temper burn.
You came back into the room after using the bathroom and smiled brightly at Antoine, “Thank you for the excellent presentation this morning, it was good to meet you”, you held your hand out to him.
Taking your hand in a firm grip, Antoine shook it before pressing a kiss to the back of your palm, “Likewise, enjoy your activities this evening, mademoiselle”.
You flushed at the kiss but felt confusion curdling with it. Activities? What activities?
Turning to look at Jason, you noticed his eyes were narrowed at Antoine. The tension was obvious and thick enough to cut with a knife. You pulled your hand back quickly and grabbed your bag from the table, “Have a good evening too”, you murmured before leading Jason out of the building.
He didn’t say a word all the way down to the lobby. His brow knitted every so often. You left him to stew unsure what was wrong. He’d been completely fine before you went to the restroom. What had Antoine done? Heading across the car park towards his rental you finally gave up accepting the silence, “What’s wrong?”.
“Nothing”, he grunted and unlocked the car waiting for you to get in.
You sighed and folded your arms, standing firmly, “What’s really going on?”.
Jason blew air past his lips in frustration and turned to face you finally, “That fucking moron up there putting the moves on you in front of me in the middle of a fucking business meeting. Then he asks if he can take you out?! He thinks I’m a fucking idiot. He’s lucky I didn’t fucking sack him on the spot but, unfortunately his presentation and ideas are too good to lose”.
You couldn’t stop the laugh that left your lips once he’d finished speaking. “Seriously? That’s what’s wrong?”, you walked up to him and wrapped your arms loosely around his neck, toying with his shirt collar, “Don’t worry. Even if he was trying to get into my pants, someone else is currently already there”.
“Sounds like a lucky man”, Jason let his hands bracket your hips as he leaned down to press a kiss to your lips. It was softer than you expected but you leaned into it, letting your tongue swipe along his.
Pulling away reluctantly, Jason opened the car door for you, “We have dinner reservations at the Four Seasons tonight”.
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Striding down the corridor from his room, Jason stopped in front of your hotel suite. He hadn’t been able to stop thinking about you since you made it back to the hotel after the dinner you’d shared together. That beautiful midnight blue dress you’d been wearing had tempted him all evening. The neckline dipping low so he had an excellent view for the duration of his meal.
He cursed the entire hour he was alone in his room for not inviting you back to his suite for a ‘night cap’. Taking a deep breath, he finally knocked on the door, shuffling from foot to foot. What if you’d gone to bed? What if you saw it was him through the spy hole and ignored it?
The turning of the lock made his thoughts stop and he smirked when he saw what you were wearing. You stood holding the door slightly ajar in nothing but a fluffy towel, the tips of your hair wet and curled. He couldn’t help but follow the droplets of water racing down your chest.
“Evening”, he winked and pushed his foot into the doorway.
“Do you just time your visits when I'm undressed?”, you looked up at him coyly.
Jason grinned cheekily, “I try my hardest princess, but the spy camera in your room does help”.
You shook your head and laughed softly, “It’s not like you haven't seen everything”.
Stepping further into your space, Jason’s hands found your waist, caressing your sides, “True, but I wouldn't mind another peek”.
His touch sent shots of desire up and down your spine, your core beginning to throb at the unspoken promise, “I was halfway through a bottle of wine in the bath”.
“Sounds perfect”, he made his way into your room and started to unbutton his shirt.
“You’re a little eager”, you closed the door behind him, sliding the lock into place.
“Says the woman who’s already wet?”, his tongue traced his bottom lip, looking over you hungrily.
The way he was eyeing made your confidence swell. You hadn’t had a man look at you like that before. You pouted your lips playfully, “You’d have to try harder than that Todd”. You turned on your heel and wandered back into the bathroom, a cheeky smile covering your face.
Jason growled and chased after you, grabbing your wrist. He spun you around quickly and pinned you against the bathroom wall. Your breath caught in your throat and you swallowed thickly, desire coiling in the pit of your stomach.
“Don’t have to try that hard, do I princess?”.
You looked up at him, your eyelids hooded with lust. He was right. Jason didn’t have to do much to make your skin light with passion. You reacted to him so easily, your body betraying your mind.
He dipped his head down to the crook of your neck and planted rough, open mouthed kisses along your flesh. You shivered as his stubble scraped your skin, your thighs clenched involuntarily. The familiar burn, heating up in your core.
“You mentioned something about a bath didn’t you?”, his words were muffled by your skin as he spoke, his fingers tugging at the top of your towel.
He took a step back and watched as the towel pooled at your feet leaving you bare and slightly damp in front of him. His eyes darkened as he tried to drink in every inch of you all at once. The damp sheen across your skin sparkled in the low lighting of the bathroom making you look ethereal. Jason growled looking over your body, his cock twitching at the sight.
You nodded, not trusting yourself to speak. Your foot kicked the towel to the other side of the bathroom before you moved back across to him.
“Mmhmm”, you murmured, hands working at his belt to free him of his clothes, “And I think, unless I’m mistaken, that you wanted to join me”.
Jason allowed you to undress him, watching as you worked slowly, until you had him fully naked. His cock throbbed with need as it bounced against his abs as he climbed into the bath, sinking down into the steaming, wet heat. The ache of the day suddenly faded as the burning waters soothed his muscles.
The swirls of steam spiralled around him as he lazily lounged his arms over the side of the tub, “Don’t keep me waiting princess”, he smirked.
You swayed your hips as you headed back towards the bath. Jason expected you to jump straight in but you stopped by the sink. He raised his eyebrow but rolled his eyes when he saw the wine glass pressed to your lips.
“Princess”, he growled and splayed his thick legs in the bath. His patience was wearing thin.
You drained the last of your beverage, tipping the glass up. A droplet of red wine escaped and landed on your chest, streaking down the valley between your breasts. You saw Jason watching intensely.
“My bad”, you grinned and swept the rogue rivulet of wine with your finger, bringing it to your lips. You sucked it gently purposely winding your tongue around your finger before making a popping sound as you finished.
“Get in here, now”, Jason cursed, the pulsing in his cock becoming worse with every passing second.
You gasped loudly when Jason grabbed your hips forcefully when you sank down into the hot water with him. You felt his heavy cock brush against your clit under the water and you whined, the sound trapped in your throat.
“You’re such a fucking tease”, he ground out, his thumbs pressing hard into your waist, “But don’t worry, I’ll soon have you sobbing whilst you bounce on my cock”.
You shuddered, his words making your mind hazy.
“You gonna be a good girl and ride me?”, Jason removed his hands from your body and laid back in the bath, head resting against the rim of the tub. His body glistened with water droplets highlighting his sculpted physique. He grinned up at you, hips thrusting upwards towards your silken core.
“Yes Sir”, your voice was breathy with desire.
Hovering your pussy over his cock, you sank down slowly, swallowing him inch by inch. You moaned unabashedly as you felt him drive up, bottoming out. He felt so good fully seated inside you.
You circled your hips slowly as your hands smoothed up your own body, cupping your breasts. You pinched your nipples between your fingers, rolling them lightly. Your head tipped backwards, as you sighed his name in bliss. The way his cock stretched you was perfect. Your walls clamped around his shaft as you rose up and down repeatedly on him. Each time his length bumped against your g spot.
The water splashed wildly over the sides of the bath as you bounced on his cock faster, chasing down that same intense high as before. You looked down at him through your thick lashes and bit down hard on your bottom lip.
Jason was a sight to behold. His head rested back against the bath, cheeks flushed red, eyes shut as he laid back and enjoyed the way you fucked him. His arms were hung over the edges, hands tightly wound into fists.
“Fuck!”, you sobbed as you fucked him deeper into your pussy, “Jason! Fuck!”. You pressed your hands against his solid chest, his heart was beating erratically. Working your hands up his body, you dragged your nails through his wet hair. The growl that left his lips was deep and husky.
He opened his eyes to watch you, the way your breasts bounced with each thrust. Jason smirked and moved one of his hands back into the tub. You watched it disappear before crying out in surprise.
“Oh god!!”, you moaned louder and your eyes shut as Jason flicked over your clit.
“You look so sexy when you cum all over my cock”, he groaned and continued to work your clit faster. You clenched around his shaft, the vein on the underside of his cock pulsed as you squeezed your velvet heat around him.
He grunted, the sound rumbling through his chest as he lifted his hips in time with your bounces. The cries that left your lips were sinful. The scream of his name over and over as he took you to the edge.
“Jason- oh god-I-”, you mumbled, feeling your mind tumbling away from you as your orgasm began to peak.
“That’s it”, he coaxed, “Cum for me princess”.
The flames of your orgasm burst through your body as you continued to ride his cock, the water splashing over your body. His name passed your lips like a mantra to the heavens as you soaked up the feel of your climax.
You sucked in greedy gulps of oxygen as you fought to catch your breath back. Jason slipped his wet hands to your hips and rocked you back and forth on his still rock hard shaft.
“Jay-”, you couldn’t finish your sentence as he thrust up into your pussy violently, pulling you down hard with each hammer of his hips.
You felt your eyes roll back into your head as your sensitive core quivered around his cock. You moaned louder and threaded your fingers through your hair, letting your breasts bounce heavily with his punishing thrusts.
“I love the feel of your tight little cunt”, he growled and snapped his hips harder. You mewled and dug your nails into your scalp, the shocks of electricity shooting down your spine.
“You take my cock so well”, his voice broke and he groaned deeply, “God you feel so fucking good”.
Every praise made you purr more, the euphoria thrumming through your veins. The buzz was like nothing else and you felt yourself becoming slowly addicted. The timber of his voice echoed in your mind, teetering on the edge of your second orgasm.
Jason gripped you harder and yanked you down hard onto his length, “Fuck- I’m gonna fill that tight little pussy - fuck - cum with me”.
His brutal pace continued as he bounced you faster on his cock, working you deeper. You screamed out as your climax burst behind your eyes, blurring your vision for a moment.
Jason moaned your name, his deep voice thick with lust as he emptied himself into your core. His fingers bruised your skin as his thrusts became slow and soft. He was panting heavily when he finally stopped, you relaxed down into the water, resting your head in the junction of his neck. Your lips brushed his collarbone gently, so gently Jason wondered if he was imagining it.
His hand stroked up your spine and wrapped around the back of your neck, thumb running along the pulse of your vein.
You moved your head and looked up at Jason, giving him a soft smile before chuckling, “I feel so sweaty and gross now, this is all your fault”.
Jason grinned and shrugged innocently, “Personally, I blame you for answering the door in that tiny towel”.
You scoffed, “I wasn’t expecting guests at 11pm”.
“I wasn’t expecting to be tempted so thoroughly”, he winked, “Not that I’m complaining”.
You rolled your eyes and smirked at him, “You’re too easy to tempt Todd”. Turning in the bath, you manoeuvred yourself to sit between his open legs, back pressed to his chest. You relaxed back for a second, enjoying the way the warm waters engulfed your body.
“I don’t think anyone could resist you princess”, he murmured against the shell of your ear, enjoying the way you shivered.
“Seduce me later, right now I want to get cleaned up properly, like I originally intended”.
You felt Jason fidgeting behind you, then you heard the tell-tale click of the shampoo bottle lid. He squirted the liquid into his hands and lathered it quickly before weaving his fingers into your hair with a gentleness you didn’t expect.
“No funny business Todd”, you tried to sound threatening but the way he was massaging your scalp made the words come out in an airy whisper.
“Scouts honour”.
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SUNSET PARADISE
SUNSET PARADISE
CEO!Jason Todd x Reader
Warnings – Language. NSFW Smut. Fluff. Mild jealousy.
A/N: This is a one shot following the series ‘PRINCE OF GOTHAM’. Pretty much picks up where they left off - an epilogue of sorts. A re-write of an Intern series one shot but remoulded for Jason x Reader x- ENJOY ALL oxo
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The sound of the waves lapping against the shore, carrying the salty smell of the sea in the breeze made you relax instantly as you rested against the balcony railing. You pushed your oversized sunglasses back up the bridge of your nose and smiled, soaking in the early morning sun rays.
You looked out across the horizon, watching the glowing orange sun rising from the crystal blue waters. The light sparkled over the waves, making it look like tiny sapphires blinking at you. It was serene. Like nothing you’d ever seen before.
The coconut scent of your sun lotion lingered in the air and you arched your back, stretching out. You adjusted the strap of your halter neck bikini, untwisting it so it sat comfortably against your sun kissed skin.
A wolf whistle startled you, “Well, what a view”, a deep, gravelly voice rasped behind you, as the glass door slid open.
You turned to see Jason smirking cheekily at you. He clearly wasn’t talking about the gorgeous sunrise as he eyed the white bikini bottoms you were wearing. The material clinging to your curves perfectly.
“You picked a beautiful location”, you smiled, letting your eyes trail down his bare chest, a line of dark hair trailed down from his naval, disappearing into his shorts. He was bronzing nicely in the Caribbean sun.
“Only the best for you princess”.
“Smooth”, you giggled and turned your head back out to the sunrise. The sky looked like an artist's palette, colours streaking across majestically.
Moving close behind you, Jason slid his hands up the backs of your thighs before running his finger under the edge of your bikini bottoms.
“You look absolutely stunning”, he whispered into the shell of your ear, his lips brushing against it. You shivered and pushed back against him, feeling his hard cock through his beach shorts.
He growled and snapped the material against your ass. Sliding his fingers around your front, he brushed over your clit. Teasing slowly. You whined loudly before biting down on the inside of your cheek. Suppressing any more noises. You were out on the balcony, anyone could hear you both. And see you.
“Jay…”, you murmured, resting your head back against his shoulder.
“Shh”, he nipped along the side of your neck, letting his tongue soothe over your skin, “You don’t want to attract any unwanted attention, do you princess?”.
His fingers slipped your bikini pants to one side, dipping them through your silky wet folds. Jason cursed under his breath and muttered, “Always so ready for me”.
“Jay…please don’t tease”, you purred and circled your hips, catching his thick cock with each movement.
“You want me to take you out here for anyone to see?”, he teased, nibbling your shoulder, thrusting his clothed cock against your ass, “Is that what you want princess?”.
“Yes”, you moaned, frustration seeping into your tone as Jason languidly rubbed over your clit, making the coil in your stomach twist slowly.
“Please Jason…don’t make me beg”.
You heard him shuffling behind you, shoving his shorts down enough to free his throbbing cock. He teased it through your sopping folds from behind and grunted, “Fuck, you’re so wet”.
“I always am for you”, you whispered airily, wanting to play him at his own game. If he was going to tease you, you’d do it back.
“Princess…”, he warned and gripped your hips, the metal loops on your bikini bottoms pressing against his calloused skin.
Your teeth sunk into your lower lip as Jason eased his length into you inch by inch. The delicious sting of him stretching you sent waves of desire up your spine.
“Oh!”, the soft moan left your lips without thinking and Jason clasped his hand over your mouth.
“We’ve got to be quiet”, he growled and drove into your pussy hard, enjoying the way your wet walls fluttered around his cock.
You licked the flesh of his palm and let him stifle your sobs of pleasure as Jason fucked you from behind, pressed up against the balcony railings.
“Fuck”, he pressed his face into your hair and inhaled deeply. The subtle smell of coconuts and pineapple filled his senses. He groaned against you, angling his hips so the head of his cock would hit your g spot.
You cried his name into his hand and wrapped your hands behind you, fisting your fingers into the back of his hair. You tugged as you felt your orgasm beginning to burst.
“Go on”, the deep timber of his voice rattled in your ear, “Cum for me princess”.
Your eyes rolled back into your head as his thick cock continued to drive into your wet heat. The orgasm ripped through you in a short, sharp burst making you sting buzz with desire.
His hand captured all of the sweet sounds he drew from you. The sounds he normally drank in. Your skin rippled with goosebumps, soaking in the early morning heat from both the sun and Jason.
Feeling the way you contracted around him, Jason groaned loudly into the skin of your neck and released his hot seed, deep into your pussy. His breath fanned down your flesh, scorching as it went. He hummed in delight and moved his hand from your lips. Jason let his palm travel down your chest, over the curve of your breasts before settling on your toned stomach.
“Nice way to start the morning”, his voice was more gravelly now. Your fingers threaded through his dark hair.
“Mmmhmm”, your mind still reeling from your climax, you couldn’t form your words properly. You pressed backwards into his solid chest and sighed happily.
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The midday sun was blazing, surrounded by a clear, dazzling blue sky. You soaked up the rays, feeling the stress dissipate out of your pores. You had been right about a vacation. This was just what you both needed. Sun, sea and tranquillity. You sighed happily, sinking further into the double sunbed. Jason’s hand rested on your knee, drawing patterns into your flesh.
“Do you want another drink?”, you twisted your body to his, letting your knee press against his thigh.
“I’m good princess”, his gravelly voice rasped as he stretched his arms above his head, yawning softly.
“I’ll be back in a minute”, you leaned across, kissing his cheek.
“Mmhmm”, he hummed.
Leaving Jason lounging back against the soft, plush white sunbed, you strolled across the pool side towards the tiki hut style bar, thankful for the brief shade and fan above your head.
“What can I get you miss?”, the bartender gave you a warm smile, hands resting on the wooden worktop.
“Strawberry daiquiri please”, you swept a lock of hair behind your ear before sitting at one of the stools. The bartender turned quickly and began preparing your colourful drink.
You tipped your head back gently, looking across the pool towards Jason. He was still sprawled out across the sun bed, his thick arm bent above his head. The sun oil you’d helped him apply earlier made his body glisten in the rays, his muscles even more defined. You bit your bottom lip, tugging it between your pearly teeth, sinful images flicking through your mind.
“Well, I’ll be damned…”, you heard a cheeky voice behind you, startling you from your train of thought, “Of all the hotels you had to walk into, you had to walk into this one”.
Well fuck.
Wade fucking Wilson.
You turned your head towards the voice, your eyes meeting him. He stood leisurely against the bar, a bright grin plastered across his handsome face. You could hardly believe it. Seriously. Of all the people, in all the places. It had to be him. You glanced over his figure briefly, noting the pair of black swim shorts he was wearing. They had tiny silver crosshairs embroidered on delicately and each time the sun caught them they glinted. His shorts complimented the tanned glow of his skin nicely. His short, dark blond hair was messy, a few strands dropping down into his reflective, aviator shades, hiding his usual sparkling eyes. You remembered, momentarily, why you’d agreed to go on a date with him.
Until he bailed at the last minute.
“Someone’s seen Casablanca one too many times”, you rolled your eyes playfully, a smirk tugging the corner of your full lips.
Wade moved closer slightly, the scent of his aftershave was strong as it surrounded you, along with the mix of sun cream, “Gotta make sure I'm suave for the ladies”.
You laughed, “Very suave of you to stand up dates”.
Above the top of his shades, you saw a slight crease in his eyebrows, “Awww come on, are you still mad about that, sweetheart?”.
“Considering, I dodged a bullet? Not really”, you looked down at your freshly manicured nails, the deep red really was an excellent choice on the technicians behalf.
He sucked in a gulp of air loudly, putting his hand over his heart dramatically, pretending to fall backwards in pain, “Ouch! You wound me”.
You poked the tip of your nail against his solid chest, before imitating a shooting gun with your thumb, “I only do what you deserve, Wilson”.
Wade captured your hand, bringing it up to his lips before kissing it playfully, “You know I was sorry about the whole thing, sweetheart”.
“Oh, I'm sure you were”.
“I just wish you’d given me a second chance…I tried to call you…”.
You were grateful for the heat which already had your skin flushed, hiding the blush rising to your cheeks. You tugged your hand back before occupying it with your drink the bartender had left for you.
Even though he was wearing shades, you could feel his eyes burning into you. Drinking in every inch of your bikini clad body. You suddenly felt incredibly naked under his gaze, shuffling slightly on the stool.
“Eyes up here, hot shot”, you pointed to your face, trying to cool down the situation.
“Can you really blame me when you’re wearing that?”, he retorted, hand waving over your body as he whistled appreciatively, “Wish you’d worn that at the Iceberg…”.
You were about to reply before you noticed his entire body stiffen. The easy going manner radiating off him was replaced with something more soldier-like. Wade straightened up, taking a step back from you.
You looked over your shoulder and spotted Jason striding across the pool side, his face knitted with an irritated scowl. Sunglasses propped up on the top of his head. Even in a pair of board shorts, Jason still managed to look intimidating. The second he reached you both, he immediately wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you away from Wade.
“Is everything ok?”, you pressed your palm to his chest softly, looking up at him as he towered next to you.
“Everything's fine”, he dismissed before turning to Wade, “Never expected to see you here, Wilson”.
Wade’s demeanour had changed drastically, he shrugged and looked around the resort, “I control the security operation here, I gotta check it’s running smoothly from time to time”.
Jason’s fingers gripped into your hip, “You better get to it then, huh? Don’t want any more undesirable characters in here, do you?”.
Wade looked directly at Jason before glancing down at you, huffing under his breath, “Enjoy your holiday sweetheart, if you need anything, give me a call…you still have my number”.
Surprising you and infuriating Jason more, he leaned down and kissed your cheek, dangerously close to the corner of your lips. He gave you a sly smirk before heading out of the bar towards the hotel lobby.
Jason was rigid next to you, so you snuggled closer into his side, fingertips tracing the vein on his forearm. As his posture softened slowly, he turned and pressed a rough kiss to your cheek, his stubble grazing your skin.
You giggled quietly, “You don’t need to be jealous”.
“I’m not jealous”, he growled.
“My hip's gonna bruise if you keep holding it like that”, you murmured.
He retracted his grip instantly, “M’sorry princess”, his thumbs rubbed circles over the marks as he pressed his nose into your hair, the tropical scents soothing him.
“It’s ok, you can turn caveman mode off”.
Jason moved his hand to your ass, cupping the swell of it before squeezing it.
You laughed under your breath, “You know you have nothing to worry about”.
“Can't I just feel you up in public? Is that a crime now?”, he pressed a kiss to your temple, hand still resting on the curve of your ass, fingers occasionally dipping under the fabric of your bottoms.
You rolled your eyes but smiled, “You know Wade isn’t watching us anymore, don’t you?”.
He huffed bringing you in front of him and wrapped his arms around your waist, pressing your warm body into his. He never got tired of the way your frame fitted against his. How you sank into him naturally, like you’d always meant to be his.
You slipped your arms around his neck and toyed with the hair at the back of his neck. His eyes closed as he soaked in the bliss taking over his circuitry.
“How about…”, you whispered, “We spend the afternoon back in our private villa and I’ll make us some cocktails?”.
He ghosted his lips over yours, the faint outline of a smile playing on his mouth, “That princess, sounds like a very good idea”.
Your hands travelled down the front of his body slowly, before entwining in his, pulling him back towards your villa, “Let’s go handsome”.
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You dropped your beach bag by the side of the villa door as you both made your way into the house, before stepping across towards the mini bar.
“Sloe sazerac?”, you looked over your shoulder at him, quirking an eyebrow up.
“Perfect”, he rumbled, leaving his phone on the kitchen worktop, watching as you sashayed away.
The ice cubes clinked as they hit the bottom of the glass, the sound oddly satisfying. You hummed under your breath, grabbing the bottle of whiskey, pouring a generous helping into both chasers. You could feel his stare boring into you, scorching your insides. His presence looming as you dropped the curled lemon into the alcohol.
“You’re hovering, why don’t you go make yourself comfortable?”.
Within seconds, you felt his hands gliding over your thighs, up and down, inching higher with each stroke, “I think the drinks can wait princess…”.
“But I’m making your favourite”, you protested.
Jason stayed silent, waiting for you to finish the cocktail, running his palms over every inch of skin he could reach. You shivered at the feel of his rough hands, sucking in steadying breaths whilst you finished your drinks.
You left his drink on the bar whilst you sipped at yours, watching him intently, eyes burning with want.
“Aren't you going to drink yours?”.
His gaze, practically black, flickered before Jason grabbed the drink, pouring the deep orange liquid over your chest. You gasped at the icy cool sensation of the alcohol dripping over your sun kissed body.
“What are you - oh!”.
Dipping his head down to your chest, Jason dragged his tongue over your flesh, groaning at the distinct taste of whiskey mixed with you. He discarded the glass carelessly to the side, focusing his attention only on you. His thumbs catching in the metal loops of your bikini bottoms.
You gasped and grabbed his hair as he slid down your body, his lips mapping you, the bitter lemon infused with the burn of the liquor. He settled on his knees, looking up at you with lustful eyes. Jason pushed your bikini bottoms down your long legs before tracing his tongue to your core. He blew over your clit, enjoying the way your body reacted. Goosebumps spreading like wildfire over your skin.
You fisted your hands in his hair, moaning quietly. Jason smirked, lifting you up onto the mini bar, pushing your thighs further apart. His growl was primal when he saw the slick glistening between your folds.
Letting your head fall back, you closed your eyes, whining his name softly, “Jay…”.
“I know princess, I’ve got you”, he nipped your inner thigh, soothing his hot tongue over the light sting from his bite.
“Jay…please…”.
Hearing you say his name, in that breathy little voice, made the front of his shorts tighter and his ego soar.
“That's right”, he laid a soft kiss to your clit, “You’re mine”.
“A-Always”, you stuttered out, feeling the desperation bubble in the pit of your stomach. You needed him. Craved him.
Jason growled against your core before delving into you, his tongue licking long stripes through your folds. You whined, drowning in the overwhelming desire flooding your veins. Pleasure wracked your body in sharp pulses with every flick of Jason’s skilful tongue. You sobbed his name and tightened your thighs around his head, keeping him pressed into your pussy.
He smirked against your core, groaning deeply when your fingers threaded through his hair, tugging sharply when he hit all your sensitive spots.
Whining his name, you rolled your hips, eager to have him impossibly closer. You cried out when Jason slipped two fingers into your pussy. He thrust them in easily, enjoying the slick noises from your core.
“Oh fuck! Don’t stop! Please!”, you begged, eyes clamped shut tightly.
His lips wrapped around your sensitive clit, alternating between sucking and flicking his tongue over it. He free hand bracketed your hip, holding you in place.
“Oh god!”, you screamed, fisting your hands tightly in his hair as you hit your peak. Jason growled against your pussy, lapping up your slick. His fingers slowed as he pulled back from your folds, looking up at you darkly. He loved the way you looked after you’d just orgasmed.
“Jay…”, you murmured, trailing your hands down his cheek.
He gave you a smile before kissing back up your inner thighs. Hands caressing up the outside of your thighs.
“What - oh!”, you gasped loudly and tipped your head back as Jason’s lips connected with your clit briefly.
“I think you’ve got another one for me princess”, the deep timber of his voice rattled up your spine.
Still shaking from your last orgasm, your body broke out in violent tremors as Jason focused on your clit. Both of his hands wrapped around your hips, gripping hard enough to leave finger shaped bruises.
“Fuck! Fuck! Jason!!”, you sobbed.
It was too much but not enough at the same time. You wanted to push him away but pull him closer. The intensity of it firing deep in the pit of your stomach. You shattered, his name a mangled prayer from your plush lips. You felt your body buzz from the euphoria. Panting, you heaved oxygen into your lungs, chest rising and falling heavily.
Briefly, you were unaware of your surroundings until you felt Jason standing between your spread thighs, littering kisses across your bare shoulder.
Shakily, you wrapped your arms around his neck, nails dragging up it, teasing the bottom of his hairline.
“I’m not done with you yet”, he murmured into the junction of your neck, grinding his hard, clothed cock into your pussy.
Tightening your legs around his waist, you hauled yourself up against his heated body, pressing into it, hands gripping his back, “What are you waiting for then?”.
Jason could feel the cocktail still staining your skin, giving it a slightly sticky quality along with the gleam of sweat from the humidity and your orgasm.
He gave you a wink before wrapping an arm around your lower back, lifting you off the bar completely. He grabbed your chaser glass then headed you both into the master bedroom, nibbling your lips along the way before dropping you down onto the thin cotton sheets.
You watched him place the practically empty glass on the bedside table, you frowned a little unsure what he was up to. Your thoughts halted as he knelt on the bed, his bulky form towering over you. Jason encased your body with his, his large frame covering you easily. He kissed you with a fiery passion, tongue dancing along yours.
You whimpered into his mouth, letting him swallow the sounds. His hands traced up the sides of your body, stopping when they found their prize. He grinned against your swollen lips as he tugged the bikini tie free, ripping the offending material off your body. Your breasts bounced free and Jason grunted feeling your hardening nipples scratch across his bare chest.
Tearing himself from your sinful lips, he reached up past your head and you heard the familiar clink of ice cubes. You felt the coil in your stomach twist with anticipation and desire. When Jason settled back down between your spread legs, you noticed a rapidly melting ice cube pinched between his long fingers.
“Close your eyes”, his voice was thick with lust as he openly admired your naked body.
“Yes Sir”, you whispered, letting your eyelids flutter shut.
The first touch was hot. Jason’s heated mouth peppered your collarbone with searing kisses. You moaned, letting your hands explore the muscles of his back.
He pulled back and you instantly missed the feel of his kisses. You huffed in protest and he chuckled.
The next touch had you arching off the back of the bed, gasping loudly. Bitter coolness dragged down the top of your breast, following the curve of it before circling over your nipple. Your skin erupted in shivers and you could stop the purr from your throat.
Your nipple pebbled, the ice cube numbing your skin.
“Jason!”, you mewled and writhed on the bed as he replaced the ice cube with his scorching mouth.
His teeth tugged your nipple, releasing it after a moment before flicking his tongue over it. Jason repeated the action on your other nipple, growling against your skin at your intense reactions.
You shuddered, goosebumps spreading over your preening flesh. The dire contrast between the blazing heat and the bitter ice was euphoric. Your mind felt fuzzy from the overload of stimulation. You could feel the slick dripping from your core, aching to feel his cock driving into you.
“Jason…Ah! Please!!”, you pleaded as you felt the ice trail down the valley between your breasts, along your stomach and over the dip of your naval.
Jason followed the watery path with his tongue, stopping every so often to press kisses to your body.
“Please Jay…”, you begged, your voice husky with need.
“Please what?”, his voice was smug, enjoying how he’d made you a whimpering mess with a tiny ice cube.
Frustration seeped into your bones and you opened your eyes to look at Jason.
He had to admit, the fire burning behind your eyes made his stomach twist. The debauched look curling the beautiful features on your face. You tried to glare at him as much as you could, but the overload of pleasure made it difficult.
“Tell me what you want princess”.
The ice cube had melted into the last remnant of water, letting Jason’s calloused hand caress your bare skin.
You whined, “Jay…please, I need you, I need you now”.
“Need what?”, he cooed playfully, nipping the flesh below your navel.
You moaned loudly and shivered. You hated but loved the way he teased you. Drawing out the deepest of desires from within you.
“Fuck me Jason, I need you to fuck me”.
Sliding back up your body slowly, he shuffled effortlessly out of his swim shorts, his thick cock springing free. There was a soft pap as it bounced against his abs. He fisted his shaft several times before teasing the head through your sopping folds, causing you to moan unabashedly, throwing your head back against the soft pillows.
He thrust into you easily, bottoming out instantly. He grunted into your ear, his hot breath fanning down your neck, “You feel so fuckin’ good princess”.
You purred his name and wrapped your legs around his waist tightly, locking him in place before coiling your arms around his neck.
“You always take my cock so well”, Jason growled, biting your earlobe. His hot lips travelled to the sensitive spot behind your ear, kissing and sucking to leave his marking.
You didn’t reply, words lost in your mind. If you’d tried to speak, it’d have been incoherent murmuring. Something which would’ve further fuelled his already inflated ego. All you could focus on was the feel of his pulsating cock stretching your pussy.
He continued to drive into you, harder with every thrust, groaning your name against your neck. You mewled in response, legs gripping him tighter as he angled himself deeper, hitting your sweet spot over and over.
“Jay! Oh! Oh fuck!”, you sobbed, nails digging into his shoulder blades, dragging down his back.
He smirked and picked up his pace, hammering into you wildly. Jason knew he’d have your scratch marks streaking down his back but he didn’t care one little bit. He’d happily wear them with pride for the rest of the vacation.
“Are you going to cum for me princess?”, he teased, his hand snaking between your glistening bodies to rub over your throbbing clit.
You whimpered, your velvet walls fluttering around his thick shaft. You could feel the brim of your orgasm ready to shatter.
“You want me to fill that pretty little pussy?”, Jason ground out, fucking you with a brutal pace, growling when he saw your eyes behind to roll into the back of your head.
“P-Please”, you managed to force out of your lips before you felt the euphoria bursting through your body. Your vision blurred as your climax hit you with a delirious intensity, shudders took over your body.
The way your body reacted to him pushed Jason over the edge into his own powerful end and he released his hot seed, deep into your core. He cursed loudly and grunted your name before stilling, resting the weight of his body on his elbows.
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Soaking in the afterglow, you threaded your fingers through his sweat matted locks. A content rumble vibrated from his chest before he planted delicate kisses along your collarbone. You purred happily and leaned into his touch instinctively, enjoying the way he made you feel.
After a few more moments, he dropped onto the bed, tugging you onto his chest, pressing you tightly into him.
“We should come on vacation more often”, he rasped, curling a strand of your hair around his finger carefully.
Your hand stroked over his chest, and down his stomach tracing the dark line of hair, “I told you, you’d enjoy it - you should know by now my ideas are always right”.
“I suppose”, he teased, kissing your forehead softly.
You scoffed and rolled your eyes but Jason caught the smile tugging at the corner of your lips.
“I think next time, we should go to Switzerland”.
“Not a chance”.
“Why not?!”, you looked up at him with a scandalous look. Only seconds ago he’d agreed that this was a great idea!
“Because”, he rolled you over, trapping you underneath him, “I can’t fuck you outside there”.
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SPLASH OF COLOUR
SPLASH OF COLOUR
CEO!Jason Todd x Reader
Warnings – Language. NSFW Smut. Fluff.
A/N: This is another one shot following the series ‘PRINCE OF GOTHAM’. It follows on from where they left off last time - another epilogue of sorts. This is a re-write of another Intern series one shot but remoulded for Jason x Reader xoxo
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Standing in the middle of the now empty room, Jason looked around. You’d covered the floor perfectly with plastic sheeting and masking taped it down. You’d even taped around the light switches, conscious to not get any paint on the chrome fittings. He smiled to himself, before settling his eyes on you. Your hair was tied up in a messy bun, strands falling down into your eyes. You kept tucking them behind your ears as you assessed the tins of paint in front of you.
You were wearing one of his old shirts, it drowned your frame. The sleeves were rolled up to your elbows as you hummed, one hand resting on your hip. He thought you looked beautiful. Even when you weren’t trying. Sure, the figure hugging gala dresses made his blood rage but this - this was different. You were in his clothes. Just you and him. A picture of domestic bliss. Preparing to redecorate your bedroom.
He strode across to you, resting a hand on your lower back. You glanced up at him, offering a bright smile. He’d changed into a pair of old black sweatpants and a simple white T-shirt. You bobbed down slowly and carefully prized the lid off the first tin of paint. The rich, clean scent wafting into your nostrils. You loved the smell of fresh paint.
Grabbing the mixing stick, you dipped it into the can, swirling the light grey paint in circles just like the instructions said, “Will you grab the brushes please?”.
Ripping open the selection of paint brushes, Jason took one out, handing it across to you, “I don’t know why I let you convince me that this would be a good idea, I should have just paid someone”.
You laughed, taking the brush off him, purposely letting your fingers stroke his, “Oh c'mon, just because you suck at painting doesn't mean it's not fun!”.
“I have no issue with my decorating skill princess, I just could think of better things to do”.
Painting a test line on the wall in front of you, you grinned and turned to face him, “Such as?”.
Jason eyed the loose shirt, licking his lips slowly, “You for starters”.
Rolling your eyes you laughed, continuing to paint the wall, pleased with the colour you’d chosen, “Mmmmmm yes, I'll take that into consideration”.
Ignoring your words, Jason started to close in on you, his large hands grasping your waist.
“Ah!-ah!-ah!”, you turned swiftly, jabbing him in the chest with your paint brush, grey paint splattering on his white T-shirt, “No! Painting first, sex later. I want this finished by the end of the week”.
He pressed further into you, causing the brush to bend between you both, paint flicking over your bottom halves, “We could just get someone to do it for us and spend our time in a hotel…productively”.
“Jason…”, The familiar spark shot up your spine and you shivered. He knew exactly how to press your buttons. You swallowed the moan and shook your head, “Unlike you, I'm enjoying painting”.
Jason grunted and looked at the wall venomously, “You are literally watching paint dry, how is that entertaining?”.
“I’m redecorating our bedroom! Think how good it’ll look once we’re done…think how good we’ll feel once we finish it together…it’s exciting!”,
“There are far more exciting things we could do”, he growled, leaning his head down and nipping the junction of your exposed neck. He loved it when you wore your hair up. It gave him much easier access to finding that sensitive spot just below your earlobe.
“Keep your pants on!”, you gasped and tried to push him away, feeling your body burning for his touch.
You could hear the smirk in his voice as he replied, his hot breath tickling your flesh, “You don’t usually complain princess”.
Trying to distract yourself from his dizzying touch, you moved out of his reach and painted another strip along the wall, taking in long calming breaths, “If you paint too this will go faster”.
“It'll be even faster if we hire someone”, he stepped back into your space, hands looping around your midsection. His fingers sneaked into the gaps between the buttons, aching to feel his skin on yours.
“I don't care!”, you turned in his arms, giving him an innocent smile. A devilish glow sparkled behind your shiny orbs.
He frowned not trusting you but before he could reply you booped his nose with your brush and got paint all over it.
You giggled cheekily and grinned, “See even you look better with a fresh coat of paint”.
Jason growled playfully and grabbed your waist tighter dragging you into his broad chest. He nudged his nose against yours and kissed you softly, smearing the paint across your cheeks. You sank into the kiss without a second thought, hands fisting in his T-shirt.
He pulled back and smirked, admiring the paint dusting your cheeks and the bridge of your delicate nose, “I think it suits you better”.
“Stop being corny and help me paint”, you tried to sound threatening but the airy tone of your voice and the daze in your eye gave you away.
“I have a much better idea”, Jason lifted you up in his arms with no warning, making you gasp in surprise. Your legs wrapped around his middle on their own accord, hands gripping his biceps, feeling them flex under your hold. You let him guide you both to the floor easily, caging you underneath him.
“Jay…we need to paint…”, you murmured. The heat radiating off his body made you bite down on your bottom lip. Your pulse raced with anticipation.
Dipping his fingers into the open paint can besides you both, he grinned down at you, “You never said what we need to paint”.
Without another word, he kissed you passionately, hands sliding up the sides of your shirt, drawing paint over your body. You mewled against his lips and shivered, feeling the cool, thick liquid decorating your body. His fingers traced over your stomach, almost although he was writing something on you.
Jason pulled back from your tempting lips, eyes hooded with desire, “I’m not hearing any complaints”.
“That’s meant for the wall”, you murmured softly, feeling his deft fingers popping open the buttons on the front of your shirt one by one. Exposing your flesh to the cool air of the room.
“Doesn't say that on the can”, he teased, the tips of his fingers still drawing outlines on your bare stomach. You looked down between your bodies to see he’d drawn a J & T across you. The bottom of the T sneaking close to the top of your panties. He gave you a smug wink when you realised what he’d drawn.
You dipped your own hand into the can, feeling the droplets racing down into your palm, “Let’s see how you like it!”, you pushed your hands under his T-shirt and rubbed them all over his chest, smearing the paint happily.
He shivered at the sensation of your soft hands rubbing the cold substance into his skin. He growled deep in his throat before smashing his lips to your, streaking his fingers down the outside of your thighs. Three grey stripes of paint smudged down your skin, fading towards the ends as Jason ran out of paint. You moaned into the kiss, letting him happily swallow the sounds of pleasure, tongues sliding together desperately.
“I-I don’t think we can keep painting”, he panted, his lips travelling down the column of your throat, tongue licking over your throbbing pulse.
“W-whose fault is that?”, you gasped when you felt Jason sink his teeth into your shoulder, letting his tongue stroke over the mark. Soothing it with the heat of his mouth.
“Yours clearly”, he grunted, slipping your lace panties down your legs.
You ripped the shirt over his head the second he slid back up your body, “How do you work that out?”.
“You clearly dressed like this to seduce me”.
He smirked and lifted you up slightly, roughly ripping the baggy shirt from your body, leaving you bare underneath him. He cock swelled at the sight and he groaned huskily.
You ripped the tie open on his sweatpants, pushing them down slowly, his cock springing free. Licking your lips, your hand wrapped around his length, pumping it leisurely, “Yes, I dressed in your old shirt just to seduce you”.
He grunted and thrust into your hand, the subtle pressure of your palm squeezing his cock made his mind blank. Any witty reply lost in a hurricane of desire. Jason grabbed your wrist quickly, stopping your movements and flipped you over easily. He manhandled you onto your knees, pinning your hands down to the floor, restricting any escape from him. You whined his name, pushing back against him, desperate to feel his cock.
Looking down at your lush ass, he groaned, palming it roughly with his free hand. You whimpered, shuddering with pleasure. He let go of your hands, happy you wouldn’t move and stroked his shaft through your slick folds.
“Fuck…”, he thrust into you rapidly, burying himself to the hilt, cursing more as your velvet walls stretched to accommodate his length, “I can’t get over how good you feel, princess”.
The delicious sting as his thick cock drove into you made your thighs quiver under him, struggling to hold yourself up with the pleasure shooting up your spine. You sobbed his name as he hammered into you harder. Every stroke of his cock bumped your g spot, dragging against your sensitive walls, making your nerves buzz with euphoria.
“Jason! Oh!”, you cried, fingernails digging into the plastic sheeting below you, “Please-I-I-fuck!”.
You knew your incoherent jargon of words would boost his ego, knowing exactly what he did to you. How he set your entire being on fire.
His fingers dug deeper into your waist, bruising you as his. He leaned forward, dragging hot, wet kisses up your spine before settling against your neck. He panted into your ear, murmuring soft praises about how good you felt. How well you took his cock. How perfect you sounded crying out for him.
Your orgasm ripped through you without any warning, your core clenching around his pulsating shaft. The primal moan leaving his lips was sinful as your pussy tried to drag his cock deeper into you.
Jason felt your slick coating his cock as he continued to fuck into you with a brutal pace. He slipped into his own climax, releasing ribbon after ribbon of hot cum, deep into your pussy. His chest heaved, desperate for more oxygen. You purred contentedly, eyes shut in bliss. As he pulled himself from you, he watched his seed drip from your folds, sticky on your inner thighs.
He bit hard on his bottom lip, refraining himself from ravishing you again. He laid down on the plastic sheeting, feeling the material stick to his sweaty back. He grimaced but pulled you round onto his chest. The warmth of your body made him relax instantly, ignoring the uncomfortable squeaky vinyl.
You nuzzled into the crook of his neck, face pressing to his chest, paint dried over your beautiful face. He smiled to himself at how cute you looked, fucked out but covered in paint.
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Jason pressed his forehead to yours and lightly grazed his lips over your mouth. He nudged your nose with his, a faint smile wrinkling his eyes. You sighed happily and returned the gesture, eyes glittering with bliss.
You cupped his face stroking your thumb over his cheek and scoffed when you noticed the paint covering your fingers and palm, “You got paint all over my ring”.
He grinned and put his hand over yours, the matching platinum band greeting yours own.
“Worth it”, he looked down between your messy, paint covered bodies. The grey ‘JT’ smudged over your stomach.
“Those rings were expensive”.
“Don’t worry, I’ll get it cleaned up for you princess”, he smirked before laying another kiss to your lips.
You nipped his bottom lip, tugging it lightly, “You better Todd”.
His eyes sparkled with mischief along with something else. Something a little deeper.
“Oh I will, Todd”.
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ADDITIONAL CHAPTER BONUS:
Following Jason down the corridors of The Iceberg, you smiled at several new staff members who’d started only last week in your department. They’d stiffened at the sight of the CEO but relaxed when you gave them a warm, friendly smile. You’d just finished a board meeting with the other executives and Jason had said he wanted to speak with you in his office. Another new contract. You wondered if it was actually true or if your new pencil skirt had fried his brain.
“I need you to email this to Wilson”, Jason handed you the paperwork as casually as possible, not meeting your questioning gaze. Eyebrows peaked upwards.
“Why can’t Mr Harper do it?”, you took the paperwork off him, flicking through the pages of the contract. It was just a simple security sign off.
“Because”, Jason clicked his tongue, “I asked you too”. He smirked cheekily and closed the door to his office behind him, eyeing you closely.
You laughed and rolled your eyes, “You’re so petty”.
He scoffed, sounding somewhat offended, “Why would I be petty?”, he grabbed his mug of coffee off the desk taking a large swig of it, “More to the point, when have I ever been petty?”.
You didn’t dignify him with an answer. You didn’t have the time nor the patience to list all the instances of his pettiness. Plus you knew he’d deny every last one of them. You rounded his desk and smiled coyly, “I know why you want me to send it Jay, you know my email is now signed with my new surname…”.
You jabbed your finger into his chest playfully.
“Last time I checked, motive doesn't matter”, Jason’s rugged voice carried through the air, victory lighting up his features. He grabbed your hand quickly and gave you a genuine smile. One reserved only for you. You returned the gesture, locking your fingers with his, entwining them together.
“You'll do it for me, won't you?”, voice thick with charm and honey, Jason gazed down at you. His brown eyes gleaming.
“Only because I won't hear the end of it if I don't”.
Jason kissed your ring and grinned, “You’re a real sweetheart”.
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PRINCE OF GOTHAM - PART 8
PRINCE OF GOTHAM - PART 8
CEO!Jason Todd x Reader
Warnings – Language. NSFW. Smut.
A/N: Hope you all enjoy the next chapter! :) apologies for no tag list, still trying to get it working and get back into the swing of things xoxo
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Jason looked up as you wandered into the kitchen with three bags of popcorn under your arms. He chuckled and put down the newspaper he had, “What are these for?”.
“Movie night, duh!”, you grinned and grabbed some bowls out from one of the kitchen cupboards. You emptied the salt popcorn into the plastic tub, ignoring the small frown on his face.
“Which movie?”, he sounded suspicious and rightly so. The last film you’d both tried to watch ended with you under him on your couch. Not that you were complaining about that too much.
“It's a good movie, I swear”, you winked and slipped a piece of popcorn into your mouth.
Jason made his way across to you, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, “It better not be like the last one”.
You scoffed, ignoring the blush covering the bridge of your nose, “I think you enjoyed the last one thoroughly”.
“Hmmmm”, he pretended to think, his voice dropped low, “I don't believe we ever finished that”, he dipped his head and trailed kisses up your neck.
You bit back a moan working it’s way up your throat, “We could try again if you want?”.
“Is that a smart move?”, he breathed against your flesh, enjoying the way your skin prickled against his stubble.
Sliding your hand down his front you sighed in bliss, “Mmhmm”.
Just as your fingers hit the waistband of his joggers, everything in the apartment went pitch black.
“What the-”.
You laughed and pressed your forehead into his chest, “I’m guessing that's a no from the universe then”.
Jason grumbled under his breath, tearing himself away from you and wandering across to the fuse box. He growled irritated and started flicking the red switches on and off repeatedly with no luck.
“Oh for fucks sake!”.
“It’s just a power cut”, you chuckled to yourself and stroked your hand down his spine delicately, “Relax, don’t you have any candles?”.
He sank into your touches and closed his eyes, enjoying the waves of calm you radiated into his stiff body, “I do”.
“And you never thought to use them to set the mood?”.
Jason grunted, “That’s a fire hazard…plus I don’t need candles to get you in the mood”.
You grinned, “You’re such a buzz kill!”.
He rolled his eyes and moved across the kitchen, “I think I have them here somewhere…”.
“Why don’t you go light the fireplace”, you moved him out of the way, “And I’ll sort out the candles”. You opened the cupboard next to the oven and found the candles easily. You’d spent so much time here now you knew your way around his kitchen, often finding things quicker than Jason.
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He couldn’t remember the last time he’d actually used the fireplace. Maybe he hadn’t. He watched you potter around the living room, dotting the candles around sporadically creating a soft romantic glow.
“Maybe I should use these candles more often”, he mused, unable to take his eyes off your beautiful smile.
“I thought it was a fire hazard”, you teased.
Jason huffed out a puff of air. He didn't want to admit that seeing you smile was all he needed. Regardless of the impending fire risk.
“As long as they’re under control it’s fine”.
You giggled more and finished lighting the last few candles around the living room before heading over to the fire, “There goes our movie marathon”.
“I can think of a way to pass the time”, he winked across at you, patting the space in front of him.
“You’re insatiable”.
“Only for you”.
You sat down on the soft fur rug facing into the blazing logs, with your arms wrapped around your legs and clasped in front of your shins. Jason pulled you between his open legs and you relaxed, leaning back onto his chest. You let your head relax against his shoulder, eyes fluttering shut at the gentleness of his actions.
Jason folded his arms alongside the outside of yours, to match their bend and bring a little extra warmth to them. It was a moment of sheer bliss. His senses were filled with the citrus scent of your hair. Your shampoo bottle pressed up against his in the bathroom. His head leaned down to inhale the fragrance of your skin, and his lips kissed the intersection of your neck. Jason smiled and smoothed his touches along your shoulder. You released a long and rather languorous sigh, with just the hint of a moan floating on it. The first kiss led itself to a long, slow series replicating the first wherever his lips could reach.
“Jason…”.
You let your head and shoulders droop forward, and in doing so let the shirt's right shoulder slide slowly down your arm, bringing the neckline along. Jason leaned forward again and gently kissed the back of your neck enjoying the way you shivered, his stubble scratching you perfectly. He saw that the shirt’s; his shirt; other shoulder had fallen as well. The elegant silk cloth was now loose and slowly uncovering your strapless bra, along with the perfect curves of your breasts.
Jason’s hands still covered yours, and he lifted them up to touch your supple flesh, pulling you into him tighter. He felt a tremor somewhere inside you when both of your paired hands reached the soft skin left exposed by your lace bra.
The thrill of your hands touching your soft breasts together made him groan into the nape of your neck, hot breath fanning over your skin. You purred at the sensations. You slipped your hands out of his and pulled the bra down, letting his hands envelop your bare breasts.
Jason forgot to breathe momentarily. You melted into his touch. His hands alternated between palming your breasts and teasing your nipples with his thumb and fingers. You moaned, arching further into his hands, the sensual delights sending tremors across your whole body.
Slowly you twisted round to kneel between his legs, rising up on your knees in front of Jason. Your breasts bounced tantalisingly in front of him, tongue darting out to wet his lips. He reached around behind your back, now warm and damp from the heat of the fire, and pulled you towards him.
Gentle kisses brushed over each of your nipples before his tongue traced over the tips. You gasped, hands tugging his hair sending sparks of desire down his spine. His teeth grazed them, tugging them to hardened peaks. Jason looked up and fell under the spell of your smouldering eyes, radiant again with their own light in silhouette from the fire burning next to you.
Rising to your feet, you reached down and quickly pulled his shirt straight over your head, tossing it aside leaving you in nothing but a pair of black lace pants. His hands had slipped up the velvet softness of the back of your thighs to pass over the lush curves of your ass, tracing the edge of the lacy fabric. Your teeth sunk into your lower lip, suppressing the obscene moan. He pressed his face forward and kissed the front of your pants, his hot mouth working over your clit.
“Jay…”, you whined low, legs shivering with pleasure.
He slid his fingers into the waistband of your panties before dragging them tortuously slow down your legs. The lace created a delicious friction against your heated skin. They dropped to your feet leaving you completely bare in front of him. The amber glow of the fire lighting your body perfectly to Jason. He knew you were stunning but this was completely different. The way the flames highlighted every inch of your curves, making you look like a goddess emerging from the flames.
Your fingers bunches in the material of his T-shirt, tugging lightly. You didn’t say anything. Jason’s arms bent behind his head as he lifted it off revealing the expanse of his solid chest.
“Lie down princess”, he kissed the insides of your thighs.
You sat down gently, Jason guiding you slowly back onto the rug. The fur felt like silk under your skin. He hovered over you, nose tracing yours before he kissed your lips. Your legs fell open, letting him settle between them perfectly. His lips curved at your reaction.
He let his hands travel the lushness of your body, followed closely with hot, opened mouthed kisses. You writhed under him, the coil tightening in the pit of your stomach. You needed him impossibly closer.
Jason’s tongue dipped into your navel before dragging down your body, settling between your wide open legs. You murmured his name repeatedly, fingers twisting into his dark locks, trying to guide him where you needed him most.
His tongue ran along your dripping slit and your thighs clamped around his head. He groaned against your pussy and pushed your legs back open, holding them there. The vibrations of his moans sent waves of pleasure through you.
He swept his tongue through your folds several times, before wrapping his lips around your clit. You cried out and gripped his hair, tugging harshly. He smirked and flicked it, earning more beautiful whimpers.
Your hips thrashed against his mouth, aching to tip over the edge. Jason followed the spasms of your body, allowing you to chase your high. He slipped two fingers into your gushing core, feeling the wet heat instantly wrap around him. The thought of sinking his cock into you and feeling you cling desperately to him made his shaft twitch with excitement.
You released his hair when you felt the first wave of your orgasm crash. You gripped the rug behind your head and sobbed his name, your desire soaking his face. Jason didn’t let you go, coaxing you into another earth shattering climax with his tongue. Shuddering spasms wracking over you.
When he pulled his face away from your dripping core, he looked up at your slick body covered with a thin sheen. Damp from the sweat of the fire and your orgasms. Your chest heaved as you took in greedy gulps of oxygen, steadying yourself. Jason couldn’t tear his gaze away. The glare of the fire bathing you in a mystical orange glow. You looked serene.
When he made his way back up your body and kissed you deeply, it took you by surprise to feel the length of his naked body pressed into yours. He’d rid the rest of his clothes. Your hands rubbed down his back, nails dragging down his spine when you felt his cock stroke through your sopping folds. His muscles flexed and he groaned into your mouth. You could taste your arousal on his tongue as it caressed yours with a softness you weren’t used to with him. The kiss shook you.
One of his hands inched down your side, feather-light before hooking your leg around his waist. You sighed happily into the kiss, nails scraping against his scalp. Jason pushed his hips forward and sunk into you slowly, groaning huskily as your tight wet walls wrapped around his cock perfectly.
Hearing your muffled cries against his lips encouraged him to thrust deeper, the drag of his shaft eliciting ripples of pleasure across your body.
“Fuck”, he muttered against your kiss swollen lips, his stubble prickled your cheek when he rubbed his to yours, “You feel perfect”.
Every sensation heightened the want coiling inside you. Ripping through your core and up your spine. Every touch was euphoric with hidden sensuality.
“Jason-oh!”, your voice threaded through his mind. Your desire made his cock pulse inside you.
He propped himself up with his elbow next to your face twisting with delirious passion. The silken fur brushed against his skin, it was a nice sensation, but nowhere close to how you felt under him. You lifted your hips to meet his thrusts, aching to feel him deeper. The way he caged you with his arm made your pussy flutter around him. He growled in your ear, his thumb stroking over the dip of your hip bone.
You tilted your head back, murmuring delicate praises. Without thought his lips traced the line of your throat, littering it with kisses as he drove harder into you. The moans escaping your mouth vibrated deep from your chest and Jason felt it as he kissed along your collarbone, nipping occasionally.
Like the surf crashing against the shore, your climax washed over you with the force of a tidal wave. You saw a blinding white light behind your eyelids as you sobbed his name. Nails clutching the back of his neck as you rode your high, thighs quivering around his waist.
The intensity of your orgasm and the way your core clenched around him, Jason followed you off the cliff edge falling into his own powerful end. He groaned your name deeply, his damp forehead pressed against your chest. His cock pulsed as he emptied thick, ropes of cum inside your pussy.
You stayed like that. Entwined together as the flames of the fire danced away, licking over your bodies. Occasionally kissing, fingertips stroking over one another. A type of intimacy one would share only with their lover. Nothing was said. You didn’t need to. You both felt it. It was obvious. Something had shifted.
Jason carried you to bed that night. His strong arms lifting you into his king sized bed. When he placed you onto the luxury linen, it was the only time you were out of his embrace. The second he slipped under the sheets, he pulled you back into his chest, moulding his body around yours. You hummed happily, your hand squeezing his forearm draped over your waist. The weight of it made you feel comforted. Secure.
“G’night princess”, his voice rasped, tickling your ear before he kissed the spot behind it.
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PRINCE OF GOTHAM - PART 6
PRINCE OF GOTHAM - PART 6
CEO!Jason Todd x Reader
Warnings – Language. Fluff. Domestic fluff. Very, very minor Daddy kink.
A/N: Hope you all enjoy the next chapter! :) apologies for no tag list, still trying to get it working and get back into the swing of things xoxo
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You pushed the trolley further down the refrigerated aisle, humming softly as you threw a selection of soft cheeses into it. Jason was close behind you, hand resting on your lower back. You bit back the smile at his semi protective manner as you strolled on.
You glanced at the vast array of butters frowning. Did there really have to be so much choice? Salted, non salted, low fat, garlic flavoured. You scoffed, “They must think I’m crazy, I’m not paying $10 for butter!”.
Jason’s brow creased slightly, “Do they not normally cost $50?”.
You almost choked at his ridiculous question before bursting into laughter, “Are you drunk?!”.
He grunted and threw in a butter of his own before returning close to your side. His hand rested in the same place as before sending a wave of warmth through you. You glanced at him sideways, appreciating his form. It was a change, a welcomed one mind you, to see him in black sweatpants and a simple charcoal T-shirt instead of the expensive Italian suits. His dark hair was messy, several white strands from his fringe flopping down into his blue eyes. He still looked just as handsome, maybe even more so in such a relaxed and casual setting.
Your thoughts splintered when you heard another item drop into the trolley. You rolled your eyes when you saw the whipped cream. Typical. Jason had a filthy smirk on his lips when you looked up at him, shrugging nonchalantly.
“No”, you bent over into the trolley, grabbing it quickly, shoving it back into his hands.
“But-”.
You cut him off, “No”.
Gripping the can in his hands, Jason pouted before pressing his lips to your hair, “But I have an idea”.
You closed your eyes enjoying the feel of his lips brushing against the crown of your head before you whispered, “You’re not putting it on your cock”.
Jason grunted quietly, “Kill joy”, he shoved it back into the fridge before looking at you, eyes glittering darkly, “What about on your pussy?”.
An old lady passing you both gasped and scuttled by, muttering angrily to herself. She looked completely disgusted with both you and Jason.
You blushed before shaking your head, “Yeah…that sounds like a yeast infection, no thanks”.
He smirked and palmed your ass, tugging you closer to him. His chest pressed against you, “I’ll just have to find something else to eat off you”.
His husky voice sent shivers down your spine which you tried to pass off down to the cold atmosphere of the aisle.
“You’re a sex pest”.
Jason shrugged, the hint of a smile tugging at his lips, “Oh, that reminds me I need more coffee”.
“What the-”, you shook your head in disbelief, “How did you leap to that?!”.
“Sex pests need their energy to harass beautiful women...like you”, his voice oozed with the charm he laid on in the office. The one you swore wouldn’t work on you but was suddenly making you flush pink.
You shoved your palm into his face but smiled fondly. He pretended to bite your fingers in a playful gesture causing you to giggle. You briefly wondered what you both looked like to the other customers. Some love sick couple, who couldn’t keep their hands off each other. Butterflies flooded your stomach at the thought of being mistaken for a real couple.
“You know, I don’t remember the last time I came here”, Jason spoke as you made your way further into the supermarket, throwing a bag of pasta into the trolley.
You tilted your head, “What do you mean?”.
Jason dropped in some of the more expensive pasta sauce before looking at you, “I don’t - well - I don’t usually do my own shopping”.
“And you call me princess!”, you smirked.
Jason pinched your ass, “You're Daddy's little princess…”.
He went to kiss you but the same old lady from before coughed loudly, clearly having heard your conversation. She hobbled forward with a glare, “Excuse me, you’re blocking the pasta I need”.
You stepped back, burying your face into your hair. You wanted to crawl under the nearest rock. What must she think of you both?
Jason gave her a dazzling smile, “Sorry sweetheart”.
There it was, that same slick charm only even thicker.
“Do you want me to help you with that?”.
His suaveness clearly didn’t work on her as she grunted, grabbing the sauce before waddling off down the next aisle, mumbling about the filthy next generation.
The pair of you shared a look before laughing. He grabbed your hand and tugged you gently, “Come on princess, I need a few more things before we can go”.
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The whole scenario of you both in the supermarket had your mind hazy. Such a domestic task completed together. It made you feel warm inside. You knew this was new for Jason too, wondering momentarily if he’d ever shared this side of himself with anyone before. Maybe that’s why he was so closed, insisting this was nothing more than passion between the sheets.
He’d vanished for a moment to grab something from one of the other aisles, telling you to carry on. You skimmed your eyes over the freezers, spying the vegetables you wanted. You opened the freezer and grabbed the bag of frozen broccoli before closing the door behind you. You shrieked when you turned and saw Jason right behind you.
Your grip on the frozen vegetables tightened as you looked up at him, “Jeez, are you trying to-”.
He cut you off by pressing his lips to yours, your back wedged against the ice cold door. You shuddered, gasping into his mouth at the duel of sensations. The bitter coolness biting into your back fighting against the heat of his mouth and kiss.
Without thinking, you dropped the broccoli and wrapped your arms around his neck, deepening the kiss. You felt him smirk and his tongue grazed against yours, hips digging into yours. You could feel the outline of him and the thoughts firing in your mind started to make your stomach twist.
Jason pulled back suddenly, your cheeks tinged pink. He grinned cheekily before bending down to pick up the rudely discarded broccoli.
“I think you dropped something princess”.
You gathered your thoughts and ripped the bag of frozen vegetables from his hands, “Let’s go pay for our shopping Casanova before you can’t control yourself”.
His deep laughter followed you down the rest of the aisle, his hand settling on your lower back again.
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Jason pressed a button on his car keys and the boot opened slowly. You rolled your eyes and laughed, “Neat trick”.
He grinned, “It was an optional extra when I bought it”.
You ignored him and loaded the bags into the back of the car quickly. As soon as the trolley was empty, Jason wheeled it away back to the trolley station. You closed the boot with a thud and rested your ass on it gently, eyebrow raised.
“Well, I gotta say”, you gave him a coy smile, “This was an original date, I’ve never been taken to the supermarket before”, you spoke as though it was a hidden scandal. Jason Todd, shopping in Walmart.
“It isn't a date”, he grunted and stepped a little closer to you, eyes raking over your body. You’d purposely worn these yoga pants knowing how much he liked the way they clung to your curves. Curves he wanted to worship.
“What would you call it?”.
“Killing time”.
You didn’t take offence to his flippant attitude. You expected it. Despite what he was saying, his actions were doing the complete opposite. Telling you all you needed to know about the man in front of you.
“You”, you prodded his solid chest, “Are severely lacking brain cells”.
Jason huffed, “I needed to go and so did you, two birds one stone”.
He almost sounded convincing. Almost. But the way he was caging you against the boot of his car told you otherwise. He was stubborn. That you had to admit. He just needed a little coaxing. A little reassurance. And maybe some gentle teasing.
You nodded, “Mmhmm, sure…Mr. I don't do my own shopping”.
“It was convenient”.
“Jason”, you whispered softly, batting your eyelashes up at him, “You even kissed me next to the frozen broccoli…which was so steamy it almost melted my vegetables”.
Jason didn’t miss the light teasing in your voice and smirked, “My princess has kissable lips, no one can blame me for that”.
“My princess?”, you stroked your hand up his chest, the cotton soft under your fingertips, “How possessive…you almost sound like my boyfriend”.
He growled low and crashed his lips against yours. You purred softly as his 5 day old stubble tickled your skin, hands snaking around his neck to play with the hair at the back of his head. Jason pressed you further into the metal of his car, one hand gripping your hip, the other cupped around the back of your neck, holding you firmly in place. It might have sounded cliché, and something out of one of your grandmother's romance novels but Jason’s kisses completely took your breath away.
You grinned into the kiss, pulling away slightly, your lips brushing over his as you spoke, “Your publicity team is gonna have an aneurysm if we get caught, what will the paparazzi say if they see their Prince of Gotham getting x-rated in public?”.
“I don’t care, they work for me”, he muttered, stealing another brief kiss from you, “They can work their magic and earn their salaries”.
Your lips kissed across his cheek, stopping at his earlobe, whispering, “I got the whipped cream…”.
Jason shivered and the hand on your hip flexed, “Oh did you?”, he smirked and pulled your core to press against his crotch, you felt his bulge twitch which was barely hidden by the fabric of his sweatpants, “I know what I'm having for dessert tonight”.
“I thought you wanted me out of your apartment tonight, something about a poker night with the boys?”, you pulled back quickly, your eyebrow quirked upwards.
Jason tugged you back to him, “You’ve got cuter reactions”. He nipped your bottom lip, enjoying the way your gasp stroked over his lips.
“So you’re cancelling on the boys for lil’ ole me?”, you nudged your nose against his before planting a delicate kiss to his lips, “They’re definitely going to think you have a girlfriend if you keep cancelling on them”.
“I'll still be enjoying myself”, he brushed it off completely and stood back slowly, his hand finding yours without question, “Let’s get back, there’s a bottle of whipped cream with your name on it”.
He walked you round to the passenger side of the door before opening it for you. You smiled at his behaviour and kissed his cheek before slipping into his Audi.
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PRINCE OF GOTHAM - PART 5
PRINCE OF GOTHAM - PART 5
CEO!Jason Todd x Reader
Warnings – Language. NSFW Smut. Degrading language. Slight semi-public smut. Slight bondage.
A/N: Hope you all enjoy the next chapter! :) apologies for no tag list, still trying to get it working and get back into the swing of things xoxo
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Jason was strangely silent as you both walked into the building together. You noticed he kept fiddling with his tie, tugging on it every so often. A tick you’d come to realise as nervousness. You didn’t say anything, simply following him into the executive elevator.
As the mirrored doors of the elevator closed in front of you both, Jason let out a deep sigh before turning to you, “I need you to look over some files for me when we get to my office, it’s a new deal I’m about to broker - linking us up with an exclusive company in the city”.
“Oh? With who?”, you raised an eyebrow in suspicion, “Was this the secret meeting you had last week?”.
Jason nodded briefly, hands tugging on his scarlet tie again, “Sionis Distilleries Ltd”.
You let out a sharp, piercing laugh, “You’re joking right?”.
He looked confused for a moment, “Why would it be a joke?”, he frowned deeply, his voice taking a more clinical tone, “Roman has been wanting to do business with me for years and we finally sat down to discuss it. He had some fantastic ideas”.
“And you fell for his lies covered by sweet talk?”.
“It's an excellent deal, why would I turn it down?”, he shifted on the spot, resting back against the banister of the elevator.
“You think it's an excellent deal? Are you mad? Do you want me to enumerate how this will bite us in the ass in the long run”, you felt your temper boiling in your stomach. How could Jason be this naive? How had his company lasted this long with him in charge? Your brow knitted in irritation the longer you thought about it.
“I-”.
You cut over him, not wanting to hear his ridiculous argument, “Sionis Distilleries Ltd has been investigated by the GCPD three times in the last 18 months Jason. Not to mention their newly appointed, chief of operations was arrested 3 months ago for drug trafficking. He’s probably going to get at least 10 years behind bars for that”, you took a deep breath before laughing dryly at him, “You’re forgetting all the black market coverage he has on alcohol trading too”.
“I—”, he tried again but you weren’t finished. Your anger spiralling further.
“Sionis is linked with the Gotham mafia for fucks sake!”, you exclaimed, cheeks tinting pink with frustration, “I even heard a rumour he’s the boss but no one can prove it…probably because he has dirty cops in his back pocket!”.
“But-”, Jason tried again.
“You honestly can’t think this is good for business Jason? I thought you weren’t stupid? Isn’t that what you told me?”.
Jason grunted, his cheeks becoming a deeper shade of red every time you spoke more, “I-”.
You waved your hand at him dismissively, “I thought better of you honestly, this is just madness”.
Jason felt the walls of the elevator closing. He heat radiating off you was stifling but erotic. He swallowed thickly, “Y/N … if you could just let me-”.
“No!”, you snapped and jabbed him in the chest hard, “You gave me a promotion and that means you gave me a voice and a voice I will use to tell you that you’re being a fucking moron! I bet Dick wouldn’t do this!”.
Yeah. That was a low blow but he needed it. God, he needed to see some sense.
You jumped, gasping softly as Jason slammed both his palms on either side of your head. His eyes were blown jet black and when your eyes dipped, you saw the front of his trousers were painfully tight. You bit down on your plush bottom lip, eyes becoming hooded at the growing tension rippling between you both.
“Oh? You’ve gone very quiet princess, you were pretty mouthy a moment ago”, the deep timber of his voice rattled your spine.
You glared up at his towering form, your anger flaring, “Oh I have more to say Todd!”, pressing both of your palms onto his chest you shoved hard.
Jason stood solid, as though you’d barely touched him. He smirked and pushed you up against the elevator wall, the bar pressing cold into your lower back.
“Go on, princess, I’m listening”, he moved one of his hands to your cheek, stroking over it slowly. Calculating his next move. Your breaths deepened as you tried to pull your mind back from his distracting touch. The strong scent of his cologne mixed with his own musk enveloped you as he ground his hips into yours, letting you feel just how excited you’d made him.
“Please tell me more about how my brother would do so much better”.
You knew if you opened your mouth, nothing coherent would come out. The temperature of the lift had shifted and you were on fire. His obvious jealousy a catalyst for the flames. Jason’s head ducked down to your ear and nipped your earlobe, “Turn around”.
Defying him, you stayed put, ignoring the shivers erupting over your skin. Jason smirked and littered more kisses down your neck and over your shoulder, “I won’t ask again princess, turn around…now”.
The sound of your heels clicking against the metal flooring was deafening as you complied with his order, turning your back to him. His heat and wide chest engulfed you and you purposely pressed your ass into his clothed cock, purring under your breath. Jason grunted and ground back against you. Preparing yourself, you pressed your hands on the mirror in front of you and he clicked his tongue.
“Hands on the bar”, he demanded roughly in your ear.
“Yes Sir”.
Slipping them slowly down the wall, you wrapped your delicate fingers around the banister of the elevator, the platinum bracelet on your wrist rattled against it. Jason had given it to you last week after your promotion, along with an evening in his bedroom.
He growled deeply and you could hear the sound of fabric whipping. His hands gripped yours suddenly and started weaving his red tie around your wrists. The material dug into your flesh as you struggled a little but you stopped when Jason bit down onto your exposed shoulder. You tipped your head back and groaned his name.
Once he was finished binding you, his fingers roughly shoved the hem of your skirt up over your ass, exposing the fact you were completely bare. He palmed your cheek roughly before slapping it harshly. The sound echoed in the tiny compartment.
“Nothing but a filthy little slut, aren’t you?”, he snarled, slapping your ass again, the sting sending a buzz of electricity over your skin. You whined and pushed back, aching for more of his punishment. He leaned back slightly to admire the red imprint blooming before kicking your legs wider apart. The elevator started to move and Jason jabbed something angrily on the pad, causing the lift to shudder to a stop, the lights dimming slightly.
“What are you - oh!”, you gasped loudly when his palm smacked over your pussy, the desire slick between your folds.
“Who are you to question me?”, he growled and his fingers roughly slipped through your dripping core. He groaned at how wet you were already. The elevator was filled with your needy moans and the wet sounds of your pussy.
“Look at yourself”, he mocked, his free hand forcing your face to look into the mirror at the side of you both, “Look how desperate you are for me already, practically gushing over my palm”. He thrust two fingers deep into your core, enjoying the way you shivered.
“Sir…please”, you pulled on your bindings, frustrated. Jason wasn’t giving you the pace you wanted. He was ignoring all of the sensitive areas you needed him to pleasure.
“Please what?”.
He smirked and slowed down the movement of his fingers before removing them completely, smearing your wetness over your sore ass cheek. Your eyes met his in the mirror as he unbuckled his belt quickly, freeing his cock from his pants. Immediately your gaze dropped to his shaft, licking your lips without thought. It throbbed, precum leaking down the head. He needed you just as much.
The moan that left your lips was loud and your ass pushed back quickly. You wanted him inside you now. You didn’t care how desperate you looked. Cheeks flush, skin slightly damp with sweat.
“Fuck me”, you begged, sucking your bottom lip between your teeth.
He stroked his hand along his length before coaxing the thick head between your folds. You sighed in delight. Jason ran the tip repeatedly through your lips, smearing your slick all over his cock.
“So fucking wet”, he grunted and without warning slid into you fully, bottoming out. He panted into your ear and you sobbed his name, pussy clenching around him.
“Such a tight little cunt”, he bit out and thrust into you sharply, pushing your face into the cold mirror in front of you. The cool feeling was welcome on your burning cheeks.
“You strut around my building like you own the place”, he growled, thrusting deeper, angling his hips to hit your g spot perfectly, “Everyone’s terrified of you, but look at you now”, his teeth grazed over your pulse point, “Nothing but a filthy little cock whore”.
He moved back slightly and grabbed your hips hard, enough to bruise and began to fuck into you with a brutal pace. The sound of his skin slapping against yours was sinful, bouncing off the tiny elevator walls.
You wanted to close your eyes and drown in the feeling of his thick cock driving you into delirium but watching the way his face contorted in the mirror as he fucked you was too tempting to miss. The way his cock was swallowed by your pussy greedily, like a movie in the reflection.
Jason cursed, voice strained and raspy. Your name left his lips as he drove faster. You cried his name, arching your back, meeting each of his thrusts. His cock stretched you perfectly, creating a delicious burn.
“You going to cum all over my cock, princess?”, his hand snaked around your front, flicking over your clit vigorously.
You lost the ability to form words, your mind too busy drowning in the euphoria bolting through your nerves. He thrust harder, his fingers winding into the back of your hair, creating a ponytail before yanking it backwards. The stings of pain shot down to your core, making you mewl louder.
“Cum now, fucking cum now”, he barked, grunting as his pace became sloppy. His cock was pulsing inside you and you knew he was close too.
Stars. You saw stars as your eyes shut when your orgasm hit. You came hard, sobbing his name. He followed, groaning huskily against the back of your neck, his heavy breaths fanning down your neck and spine as he shot his load deep into your pussy.
He pressed into you, his chest resting against your back. You could feel his heart hammering wildly, matching the rhythm of your own. Your hot breath blew out against the mirror, causing it to fog up. Jason’s lips pressed into the nape of your neck, travelling across your shoulder slowly.
“That’s one to tick off my list”, he murmured.
You scoffed and rolled your eyes playfully, “You expect me to believe you’ve never fucked anyone in your own personal elevator?”.
He laughed and nipped the junction of your neck, the gasp you released made him flush, “Never had the opportunity princess”.
Stepping back, he looked down over your ass, smirking seeing some of his cum dripping on your inner thighs. He winked at you in the mirror before sliding your skirt back down over your lush ass.
He tucked himself away before zipping his trousers and buckling his belt back up. You looked at him expectantly in the mirror, wiggling your ass at him, “A little help Todd?”. You tugged at your hands helplessly, waiting for him.
“Sorry, I was just enjoying seeing you all tied up”.
Carefully, Jason loosened the tie from around your wrists, letting it slip free. You wiggled them slowly, allowing the circulation back into them, and to soothe the slight sting there. He grabbed your hands and brought them to his lips, kissing over the angry red marks gently. His tongue made you shiver as he worked over each one. The actions took you by surprise but you happily accepted it, closing your eyes peacefully.
“You’re right”, he murmured against your pulse, his thumb brushing over the back of your hand.
You frowned and your eyes flew open instantly, “Excuse me?”.
Jason chuckled at your reaction, pulling you a little closer to his chest, “You’re right about the deal with Sionis”.
“And an orgasm made you realise this?”, you couldn’t quite believe Jason had accepted that he was wrong.
He laughed and moved your arms to coil around his neck, his own hands settled on your waist, keeping you pressed up against him, “No”, he gave you a little smirk, “More the fact I’ve been dreading telling you about it all week, knowing you’d kick my ass about it”.
“Of course I would, it’s a fucking ridiculous idea”, your nails found the hair at the back of his neck and began to scratch along it in a practised gesture. Instinctively he closed his eyes and leaned into you.
“I didn’t mean what I said about Dick…I’m sor-”.
“Ah don’t worry about it, it’s fine princess”, he ran his nose along yours and gave a genuine smile, “You can help me come up with a creative way of saying no when we get to my office”.
His voice was gravelly as he spoke, his lips brushing over your forehead. Eyes still closed.
“I guess ‘Fuck No’ isn’t allowed?”.
He laughed loudly and his eyes opened to meet yours, glistening in the neon lights of the elevator, “We may have to be slightly more professional than that princess”.
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PRINCE OF GOTHAM - PART 4
PRINCE OF GOTHAM - PART 4
CEO!Jason Todd x Reader
Warnings – Language. NSFW Smut. Degrading language. Slight semi-public smut.
A/N: Please remember this is a revised version of “The Intern” but swapped out Roman for Jason. Hope you all enjoy the next chapter! :) xoxo
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You stepped out of the elevator once you reached the top of the building. This was Jason’s floor. You’d been up here a few times, never for business. You smirked and ran a hand through your hair, fluffing it slightly. Your Louboutin’s - a present from Jason - clicked against the granite flooring as you made your way to his office door.
You smiled at his personal secretary, Bernice, a stern looking lady in her mid forties. She held a lot of the strings together for Jason. A firm hand was what he needed.
“Mr Todd is waiting for you Ms L/N”.
You nodded before pushing open his door. He was laid back in his black leather office chair, phone to his ear. When he saw you walk in he leant forward quickly, “I’ll call you back Grayson, my appointment has just arrived”. He hung the phone up and turned towards you. A sly grin working its way onto his face.
You felt your hackles rising at being called his ‘appointment’. Closing the door behind you, you strode across his office flooring, standing in front of his desk expectantly.
“I was told you wanted to see me Sir?”.
Jason dropped a thick wad of paper on his desk, you noticed the writing across the top. It was a new contract. A new contract for the job you’d always wanted within the Iceberg Lounge. Your blood ran cold. Was that- was that what he thought this was? Sleeping your way to the top. You bit the inside of your cheek, trying to calm yourself down. You didn’t want to make any assumptions.
“What is this?”, you asked politely, your fingers brushing over your name at the top of the paperwork.
“A promotion”, he answered, like it was the most simple thing in the world. He shoved the paperwork towards, a platinum pen on top, “You just need to sign on the dotted line”.
You couldn’t stop the burst of anger firing through you, “Did you think this is what it's all been about?”.
Jason frowned, sitting straighter in his chair, confusion rippling over his face, “What? No-”, he played with the knot on his tie subconsciously, “I’m simply rewarding your performance”.
Your eyebrows shot up, “My performance?”.
“I didn’t mean it like that”, he swallowed thickly, your darker attitude sparkling a desire in the pit of his stomach. He felt the front of his trousers become uncomfortable as he watched your face.
“Well then what did you mean?”, your arms folded across your chest pushing your breasts up against the silk of your blouse. Jason cursed under his breath and looked away for a second.
“Because it certainly appears that you’re giving me a promotion because we’re fucking”.
Jason continued to fix his tie, ignoring the swelling between his legs. He’d seen you angry before but this was different. It was aimed at him. And fuck if it didn’t turn him on. He took a deep breath and looked at you, “Your supervisor told me your team cornered us, another million dollar sponsorship and I know better than to attribute it to him”.
You glared at him, venom pouring from you. Watching him, you noticed just how fidgety he’d become. Your eyes flickered to the front of his trousers, catching the twitch of movement. Your lips curved for a second before you pushed the contract back towards him, sitting on the corner of his desk.
“And what makes you think I had any involvement with the deal?”.
Jason’s eyes cast over your stocking clad legs crossed as you perched on his desk, perfectly accentuated with the heels he’d bought you last week. He grunted and pushed back in his chair, he needed a little space from your heated figure before he combusted.
“I don't think anyone would have crushed it as thoroughly”, he stood suddenly, “Besides who else would castrate a man in front of his subordinates?”.
You tipped your head back, exposing the length of your throat to him, huffing out a deep sigh, “Why do I feel like you wouldn’t have given me this promotion if we hadn’t been sharing each other’s beds?”.
“You’ve earned this, it has nothing to do with our other extra curricular activities”.
He followed the line of your throat down into the buttons of your blouse. Jason could see the top of your lace bra when your chest heaved with each breath. He coughed deeply trying to suppress the urge to fuck you over his desk.
“I’m not in the business of charity Mr Todd, I don’t want a step ladder because we’ve been between the sheets”.
Jason edged closer to you, stopping just shy of your inviting legs, his voice was low and raspy, “I'm not stupid Y/N. If I was, my clubs would have sunk long ago. I’m giving you what you rightly deserve”.
You suddenly realised how close he was, the heat emitting off his powerful form as he towered over you. Your eyes were hooded and dark, “I want to build my way up brick by brick - on my own”.
“I don’t understand why you’re being so damn stubborn about this”, Jason growled his hands resting either side of you, backing you into the desk. His evident excitement brushed against your core.
You glowered up at him, ignoring the fire flaring through your nerves, “I told you once Todd, are you deaf as well as stupid? I want to earn my way to the top”.
Jason’s lips smashed against yours, knocking the air out of your lungs. His hands grabbed your hips tightly, pulling you flush against him. He groaned when you reacted instantly, grinding against his crotch. It was the kind of kiss where you both fought for dominance, tongues stroking against each other.
Your hands pressed flat on his chest and you pushed him back suddenly, eyes dark with lust. You smirked and purred, “Sit down”.
He raised an eyebrow and swiped his thumb along his bottom lip which was sticky from your lip-gloss. His tongue followed suit, moaning quietly. Raspberry. He stepped back slowly before dropping into his leather chair, legs spread wide.
You made your way across to him, pushing your skirt up over your thighs. Jason sucked in a deep gulp of air as he eyed the lace top of your stockings. Resting your knees either side of him, you smirked, straddling him with ease. Your hands snaked down his shirt, popping each button open, revealing his toned chest.
Jason noticed the tiny pink thong you were wearing and let his fingers trace over the front delicately, toying with the bow and pearl decorating the hem. You shivered at his touch and mewled.
Finding his belt buckle, you ripped it open quickly, unfastening his trousers with it. His fingers dipped under your thong, gliding through your wet folds like silk. Your hips stuttered, pushing onto his fingers involuntarily.
“Even when you try to be in control, your body still bows to me”, his voice was thick with lust, thumb brushing over your clit in lazy circles.
The coil in your lower stomach tightened deliciously as he continued to rub over your sensitive bud. You bit down hard on your bottom lip, trying to muffle your moans, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of hearing how much you enjoyed his touch.
He leaned his face forward and kissed the dip of your throat, tongue licking over your collar bone. Working his mouth further down your front he ripped open each button on your blouse with his teeth, exposing the matching bra underneath.
“You’re so fucking stunning…and all mine”, he said smugly, nipping the top of your breasts.
Your hands freed his hard cock from his boxers and began stroking it up and down, your thumb working over the tip to spread his precum down his length. He grunted and thrust up into your hand, causing you to smirk.
“Now who’s in control?”, you teased and continued to stroke his cock, moaning loudly. The feel of his throbbing cock in your palm was sending your mind spinning, you needed him inside you now, desperate to feel him stretching your pussy.
“You going to take me, princess?”, he meant it to come out in a condescending fashion but the desire coating his voice gave away his true feelings.
Moving into a high kneel, his hand slipped from your core and gripped onto the back of your thighs, fingers painting your skin with your slick. You looked down at him, angling his cock under your entrance.
Sinking down into his shaft in one fluid motion silenced any further coherent words from Jason. He growled loudly and his fingers dug bitterly into your flesh. Your walls stretched around his thick cock and you whined his name, hands gripping onto his neck.
He palmed your ass, rocking you on his lap slowly, your clit brushing against his pubic bone making you moan louder.
“Fuck”, he slapped your ass and thrust up eagerly, smirking when your walls clenched around him.
Pushing up on your knees, you began to bounce up and down on his shaft, groaning loudly when the head of his length bumped against your g spot. Jason leaned back in his chair for a second to admire the way your hips undulated on top of him. The way your face twisted with passion and the flush spread over your skin.
Your mouth fell open as you purred with pleasure, eyes falling shut to swim in the sensations. He trailed his hands up your waist and opened up the rest of your blouse hastily. Tugging the cups of your bra down, he freed both of your breasts, nipples pebbled and eager for attention.
Jason dipped his head forward, his lips latching around one of your nipples, flicking his tongue over it repeatedly whilst pulling the other between his thumb and forefinger. Your gasps got louder and you sobbed his name, slamming down onto his cock harder, pushing him deeper.
“Jason! O-oh! Fuck!”, you cried and dragged your nails through his hair, gripping it harshly. He growled around your nipple, tugging it between his teeth.
The way your walls were clamping around his cock, he knew you were close, he traced his hand down your front, flicking his finger over your clit swiftly whilst he worked on your other nipple.
“I’m - fuck - I’m clo-”, you moaned louder, the words dying on your tongue as you let the pleasure consume you like a burning fire. Your body shuddered as your orgasm ripped through you, your velvet walls pulsing around his thick cock.
Jason released your breasts and grabbed your hips sharply, thrusting up perfectly, hitting your sweet spot over and over. You could only hold onto him loosely, lips smothering his neck with sloppy kisses, as the fire ignited again, deeper.
“You gonna cum again all over my cock princess?”, he drove harder into your core, feeling your walls resisting him as you came close to a second, almost too intense orgasm.
“Jason-”, you bit down onto his shoulder as your second climax tore through you with little warning. His cock throbbed deep inside you before he growled loudly, emptying his load into your pussy. You felt his hot seed coat your walls and purred, pressing your hot face into his sweaty neck.
His hips slowed to a stop, arms wrapping around your back, pressing you into his body tightly. He smelt like pine and spearmint. Something you were becoming addicted to. You left kitten kisses along his jaw before settling on his lips. Light and delicate. You felt him twitching inside you with each feather soft kiss.
After soaking in the afterglow for a moment, you lifted yourself off his lap, readjusting your clothing. He fixed his suit slowly, watching you before leaving his tie on the desk. He simply couldn’t be bothered to fix it up for the rest of the afternoon. His shirt hung open at the top, teasing the top of his strong chest.
As the tops of your stockings disappeared under your deep red pencil skirt, Jason got out of his chair and made his way to you, hand wrapping around the back of your head carefully.
“About the promotion...”, he started softly, his hand playing with the back of your hair.
“I’ve made my feelings clear Jay”, you sighed and pushed back from him, looking up at him with the same passionate stare as before. It was that fire that had pushed you so far already.
Jason rested his palm on your cheek and stroked over it with his thumb gently; “I’m simply rewarding your outstanding work which has been recognised throughout this club, not just by myself”.
He wanted you to know this wasn’t just because you were both sleeping together. Jason genuinely admired your work ethic. He knew you’d go far and compliment his clubs perfectly. He wasn’t sure how else he could go about this to make you realise.
“Princess…”.
You softened when you felt his soft touch on your cheek. You leaned into it naturally before turning to press a kiss to his palm, “I’ll think about it, ok?”.
He seemed to settle for that, before giving you a cheeky smirk, “Don’t think about it too long though, I was hoping to take you out for dinner to celebrate”.
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SUNSET PARADISE
CEO!Jason Todd x Reader
Coming soon
Warnings – Language. NSFW Smut. Fluff. Mild jealousy.
A/N: This is a one shot following the series ‘PRINCE OF GOTHAM’. Pretty much picks up where they left off - an epilogue of sorts. A re-write of an Intern series one shot but remoulded for Jason x Reader xoxo
Snippet below….
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The sound of the waves lapping against the shore, carrying the salty smell of the sea in the breeze made you relax instantly as you rested against the balcony railing. You pushed your oversized sunglasses back up the bridge of your nose and smiled, soaking in the early morning sun rays.
You looked out across the horizon, watching the glowing orange sun rising from the crystal blue waters. The light sparkled over the waves, making it look like tiny sapphires blinking at you. It was serene. Like nothing you’d ever seen before.
The coconut scent of your sun lotion lingered in the air and you arched your back, stretching out. You adjusted the strap of your halter neck bikini, untwisting it so it sat comfortably against your sun kissed skin.
A wolf whistle startled you, “Well, what a view”, a deep, gravelly voice rasped behind you, as the glass door slid open.
You turned to see Jason smirking cheekily at you. He clearly wasn’t talking about the gorgeous sunrise as he eyed the white bikini bottoms you were wearing. The material clinging to your curves perfectly.
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PRINCE OF GOTHAM - PART 1
PRINCE OF GOTHAM
CEO!Jason Todd x Reader
Warnings – Language. NSFW Smut.
A/N: Please remember this is a revised version of “The Intern” but swapped out Roman for Jason. Some other characters are changed too, hopefully you’ll enjoy the cameos etc. I’ve tweaked parts of the story here and there so it suits better. I hope you all enjoy xoxo much love. Let me know if you want a tag list / to be on the tag list.
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Roy lounged back in his leather office chair and smirked as Jason sauntered in without knocking. “And what do I owe this displeasure?”.
“Just wanted to see how things were going, you know, it is my company after all”, Jason glanced around the office. Roy liked to keep things minimal, although the addition of the little cactus was new. An almost feminine touch. He made a note to question him about that later. He’d never known Harper to take an interest in plants before.
As the office door closed behind him, arguing erupted outside, barely concealed by the walls. He raised his eyebrow and looked through the window seeing a short, stumpy man in a suit become red and blotchy in the face.
“I don’t know why we still pay that moron”, Roy grunted and waved his hand to the disagreement outside. The stubby man, Eric, was tugging at his tie as a more feminine voice dressed him down confidently.
“I can have HR carry out a performance review if you’d like”.
Jason glanced out between the blinds and saw you storm around one of the desks, straight into his vision, hands flying violently as you spoke. He swallowed as his eyes followed you; a tight fitting grey pencil skirt paired with a wine silk blouse. He raised an eyebrow in interest. Your hair was pinned up in a messy bun, strands falling down to frame your petite face. Lips painted a deep shape of rouge. You laughed venomously before pointing to one of the free standing boards, a colourful diagram adorning it. Eric shook his head and turned away, only infuriating you more. Jason smirked, enjoying the little show.
“She’s been here 5 minutes…down boy”, Roy chuckled and grabbed something from his printer. Scrawling his signature across the bottom.
“You say that like you'd wait even 30 seconds”, Jason scoffed, a little embarrassed and slightly impressed at how well Roy could read him.
Roy looked up from the papers and grinned, “I give at least 3 to 5 working days as a courtesy before I pounce”.
Jason felt his stomach churn at the thought. He spun around quicker than he would have liked and raised an eyebrow, “Oh...so you’ve tried then?”.
“What’s it to you if I have?”, Roy grinned, noticing Jason’s reaction.
“I want to see if she has taste”, Jason quipped and turned his attention back to the escalating discussion outside. Hoping to hide the pink tinting his cheeks. You’d now dragged the whiteboard across to Eric, jabbing at one of the PowerPoint slides before rubbing your temples in frustration.
Roy scoffed to hide the laughter before getting out of his seat strolling across to Jason to hand him the signed papers, “You know, she’s the woman that saved you 500 grand last week”.
Jason frowned upon taking the paperwork from Roy, “I don't remember hearing about it”.
The white haired man shrugged to the shouting, “Take a wild guess why, Todd”.
“He played it as his own victory?”, Jason’s gaze fell back to you. Eric was crossing over your work on the board with an ugly red marker, sneering at you. Jason felt his temper surge at the blatant disregard for your hard work and effort. His brow creased at the unfamiliar emotions swimming in the back of his mind.
Roy slapped him on the shoulder suddenly, a dark grin on his lips, “Oh! So you do have a brain”.
Jason rolled his eyes, rolling his broad shoulders, “Contrary to popular belief, yes I do”.
Roy laughed deeply as he watched you with Jason through the window, your irritation bubbling over as you repeatedly jabbed your pen to the graphs on the board, voice becoming louder with every word, “She’s a real pistol”.
“I can see”, Jason hummed appreciatively as you stalked off towards the coffee room, the skirt pulling tight against you, highlighting the curve of your ass perfectly.
Eric looked flustered as the rest of the staff in the room stared at him following the heated exchange. He shouted something to them, causing them all to bow their heads behind their computer screens. Roy grumbled something under his breath Jason couldn’t make out. Eric turned towards Roy’s office and stiffened when he saw both men watching him. Jason smirked at him, giving a subtle wave before turning to Roy, “You know what, I will send HR down this week to investigate”.
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You checked yourself in the mirror of the elevator again, nerves making your stomach somersault. The dress had been an extravagant splurge but the moment you laid your eyes on it, you knew you had to have it. It was a floor length, backless crimson dress with a daring thigh split. You ran your hands down the front of the fabric, the satin soothing your clammy palms.
Your hair was curled loosely and draped down your bare shoulders, lips a dark red to match your dress. Briefly, you hoped, you hadn’t gone overboard with your outfit. The invitation had said ‘formal wear’. The elevator dinged and before you could think too much, the doors slid open revealing you to the party. You heard someone gasp in the distance and that’s when the entire room turned to your direction.
You were used to people staring at you in the office because of your fiery attitude but this was different. You felt your skin prickle. An odd sensation driving through your nerves. Everyone had paused to stare at you as you stepped into the room. The music faded in the back of your mind, replaced by the hammering of your heart. You straightened yourself and strode into the room with all the false confidence you could muster.
His eyes. Jason. You could feel them burning more than anyone else’s. He’d stopped mid sentence when you entered the room, cigarette left smoking in his hand. He was surrounded by his executive team, including your area manager, Mr Harper. Whilst you felt heat spreading across your cheeks, you felt somewhat pleased you’d stunned your loud mouthed CEO into silence. Roy had slapped Jason on the back, a dark smirk on his face drawing his attention away from you. He glared at Roy before taking a long drag from his cigarette, continuing with his conversation as though nothing had happened. The group of suited men dissolved into barks of laughter.
You needed a large drink. Preferably a strong one too if you wanted to last the night. You headed straight towards the bar, as fast as your towering heels would allow.
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Jason patted one of the executives on the shoulder, making his excuses before striding across to you as you leaned against the bar, your bare back on full display. He swallowed thickly, you looked majestic under the glittering fairy lights draped around the room.
He settled next to you at the bar, clearing his throat before speaking, the deep timber of his voice rattled your core, “I think...I've seen your face before”.
You rolled your eyes at the terrible opening line before turning to face him. The black suit fitted him perfectly, showcasing his broad shoulders, his blood red tie knotted tightly against the collar of his crisp white shirt.
“Probably during one of your lonely nights over a bottle of chardonnay”, you lazily waved your hand at him.
Jason smirked at your attitude and laughed, “You think I’m chatting you up princess?”.
You pursed your lips together, nodding, “It certainly sounded that way to me and I really don’t know what else you would do after swaggering away from that crowd just to talk to lil’ old me”.
“I simply had to talk to the woman who stunned the room into silence”, his smooth voice sent shivers over your skin, oozing charm. You imagined it worked on every woman he encountered. It almost worked on you.
“Very smooth Mr Todd”, you teased and tried to wave the bartender down with no luck. You sighed and cursed under your breath.
Jason clicked his fingers, drawing the attention of the waiter immediately, “Two large glasses of Malbec please”, he winked at you when the bartender reached to the top shelf of liquor, “I know who you are”, Jason gave you a devilish smile, “You’re the 500 grand woman”.
“Y/N”, you winked and wiggled your finger at him in a joking fashion. The grin on your face widened when the wine was set down in front of you both. The rich, spicy smell drifted up your nose.
You dug your hand into your purse but Jason shook his head, “It’s on me”.
“Oh”, you clicked your tongue playfully, “You’re too kind”, you smirked at him.
Jason wouldn’t admit it, but he knew exactly who you were. He hadn’t been able to get you out of his mind since he laid his eyes on you last month. Your spitfire attitude had spread through the office and you’d made quite a name for yourself. Cutting impressive deals and smart talking anyone who tried to shoot you down. The only thing Jason had lacked was an opportunity to talk to you.
He held up his glass of whiskey and looked down at you, his dark eyes sweeping over your face, “A toast”, he leaned down towards you, his hot breath fanned across your cheek, “To Y/N”, his voice dipped lower, a gravelly rasp, “The most beautiful, enticing woman in the room”.
“You forgot to add smart”, your voice sounded more breathy than you intended, giving Jason an idea of the effect he was having over you.
He winked, “The most beautiful, enticing, smart mouthed woman in the room”.
“To me”.
You clinked your glass with his before bringing it to your lips, taking a long sip. The alcohol burnt your throat in the best way, the deep red of your lipstick staining the rim of the glass. Jason couldn’t help but stare at the smudge, wondering if it would stain as nicely on his skin.
Downing the drink in one, Jason placed the glass on the bar, the bartender rushed over quickly, leaving the bottle of red wine next to Jason before scurrying off. Your tongue darting across your lips, savouring the taste of the luxurious drink.
Jason watched you closely, you felt alive under his burning stare, “I hope you’re enjoying working for The Iceberg Lounge”.
“Of course, Sir”.
He swallowed the growl threatening to escape his lips. The way you said it. The way your lips wrapped around the word Sir, how easily it rolled off your tongue. He took a deep breath. You riled him up with little to no effort.
You glanced around the gala, almost everyone from The Iceberg had turned up. Hundreds of people were braying in the room. Dancing, drinking, laughing and screeching. The music thudded in the background, the bass thrumming through your body. You had to hand it to Jason, he certainly knew how to host a company party. Well a man in charge of a chain of bars should really.
Jason gripped the bottle of wine swiftly, “It's getting rather lively in here princess, fancy a drink and a smoke on the balcony?”.
You nodded, grabbing your clutch from the bar. You sashayed through the crowd easily, Jason following close behind you. Slinking through the throes of people, you smirked to yourself. You were playing with fire but, you had to admit, you liked the heat that came with it.
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When you stepped out onto the balcony, the cool night breeze whipped around your body, nipping the bare skin on show. You shuddered slightly, looking up at the night sky. You were high enough that you could finally see the stars. They twinkled innocently, making you smile to yourself.
Jason placed the bottle of red on a nearby table, looking across at you. You looked even more stunning under the midnight stars. He coughed deeply, working his way across to the railing you were leaning against, “I’m surprised that you came alone, I find it hard to believe you struggled to get a date”.
You turned to him, your chandelier earrings dangling in the breeze, they captured the starlight and flickered elegantly, “I like coming to these things alone”, you mused, a coy smirk on your painted lips, “I like to see who else has come alone”.
“Oh”, he inched closer, the soft brush of his suit jacket against your bare arm made you flush, “So you’re on the lookout?”.
“Maybe”, your fingers wrapped around the metal bar and you looked over the edge. The bustle of Gotham City never ceased to amaze you, even at this height. And there you were, gazing at it with its unofficial Prince standing next to you.
Jason grinned, letting a cool finger stroke down your upper arm, “I might be able to help with that”.
You smirked, looking up catching his heated stare, “Are you going to introduce me to one of your rich friends?”.
“Trust me princess, they’re not your type”, he scoffed, his eyes tracing down the neckline of your dress, mapping every inch of your tantalising skin. He noticed a faint sparkle of glitter on your skin, along with a subtle scent of vanilla invading his senses.
Moving away from the balcony edge, you stepped into his space, fingers grasping the end of his tie, playing with it gently, “And what is my type?”.
Jason felt an unmatched desire burning in his gut when your hands toyed with his tie. He took a deep breath before cornering you into the balcony railing. His eyes were hooded with lust, “I know exactly what it is”.
The bitter metal pressed into your lower back and you bit back the moan creeping up your throat, desperate to escape. You snaked your hand up his solid chest and straightened out his shirt collar, “Well don't keep me in suspense, Sir”.
It was taking all of his self restraint not to bend you over the balcony and rail you from behind, especially when you kept calling him Sir. His hands gripped the balcony bar behind you, knuckles white from the force. Jason smirked, his voice dropping several octaves, “I can show you instead princess”.
The heat from his body was addictive and you leaned into it without thinking, breath catching in your throat. His aftershave was intoxicating and you felt your mind spinning. Jason pulled back suddenly and offered you his hand.
You slipped your hand into his and bit your plump bottom lip, “People are going to see us leaving together”.
“So?”, Jason shrugged, “Then they know we're going to have some fun, aren't we princess?”.
You shivered, letting his words drip over you. Oh the night was yet to begin and your heart was thrumming with excitement. You secured your fingers through his and started to pull him back inside so you could both leave.
“Of course Sir”.
The second you were back inside, Jason’s free hand wound around your waist, guiding you towards the elevators. He leaned down, hot breath fanning down your sensitive neck, “Yours or mine?”.
You pressed the down button on the lift pad a little more enthusiastically than you would have liked. You felt him smirk behind you, fingers digging into your flesh.
“Mine”, you whispered before slipping into the cart when the doors sprung open.
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The taxi ride back to your apartment was filled with subtle touches and increasing tension. You’d expected Jason to pounce on you the second you slid into the backseat but he didn’t, simply keeping one arm around your shoulder, the other resting on your exposed knee drawing feather light circles.
“Keep the change”, Jason muttered, shoving a wad of cash through the divider before helping you out of the car.
His hand pressed into your lower back, rough fingers scraping against your soft skin. You shuddered, excited to feel his touch exploring the rest of your body. You led him through the marble floored lobby and up a flight of stairs, stopping outside of your door to retrieve your keys from your clutch.
His lips pressed into the junction of your neck, tongue lapping over your skin which flushed rapidly under his touch, “Hurry up princess”. You felt Jason’s hand stroke up the front of your dress, palming your breast greedily before pinching your nipple.
You gasped at the rush of sensations, almost dropping your keys. The overload of his touches made you shudder and your eyes close, head dipping forward.
“Unless you want me to fuck you out here for everyone to see, I suggest you get that door open”, he growled, lips teasing the shell of your ear. His cock was straining against his suit trousers as he brushed it against your ass, groaning quietly.
Steadying your hands and your frayed mind, you slotted the key into your door, opening it as quickly as possible. Before you had any time to think, Jason crushed you against it, slamming it shut, his lips plastered to yours in a frenzied heat.
You moaned, the noise swallowed by his mouth as his tongue glided along yours. He could still taste the wine on your lips, mingling with your own sweet flavour. You dropped your bag and ran your hands up his chest, reaching his tie. Tugging it hard, you loosened it, enough to free him of it and start unbuttoning his shirt.
Jason smirked and sunk his teeth into your bottom lip, enjoying the gasp of pleasure you released. You looked into his darkened gaze, giving him a sweet innocent smile before pushing him back against the hallway wall. His eyebrows lifted in surprise but he allowed you control, stroking the pads of his fingers up and down your spine.
With the last button popped open, your nails dragged down to his belt, unfastening it slowly, licking your lips.
“I bet this is what you thought about didn’t you?”, you teased, unzipping his trousers and pushing them down, slowly, “Me on my knees for you, swallowing your thick cock”.
You palmed him through his boxers, watching his face twist with held back desire. Your lips curved and you dropped to your knees, eye level with his hard shaft.
Jason groaned quietly, fingers tangling in your hair, gripping tighter when your lips ghosted over the outline of his throbbing cock.
“Princess”, he warned huskily, voice laced heavy with lust.
The stings of pain as he pulled your hair shot down to your core, lighting up all of your nerves. You mewled and mouthed his tip, “I thought about it too…Sir”.
His hips rutted towards your face at your words and you grinned. You pulled his boxers down slowly, watching as his cock sprung free, slapping against his rippled abs. Your mouth watered at the sight, aching for him to sink into both your throat and pussy.
You nipped along his thick, muscled thighs, your lipstick smearing as you neared his pulsing length. He tensed with each bite and growled loudly, cock twitching with excitement.
“Princess if you keep-”, the words died in his throat when the wet heat of your mouth encased his cock in one swift motion. His head flung back, eyes scrunched shut at the feeling.
You purred around his shaft, tongue fluttering along the underside, tracing the vein there. Your hands stroked up and down his thighs as you worked your lips around him. Bobbing your head back and forth.
Each time you whined around him, the vibrations buzzed up his spine, sending his mind into a delirious haze of pleasure.
“Fuck!”, he grunted and fisted his hands into your hair, thrusting forward into your hot mouth.
The head of his cock nudged the back of your throat and you gagged around his cock, whimpering with desire. He caught his breath and looked down at you, eyes black with passion.
“Your lips look perfect wrapped around my big cock”, he smirked and thrust harder into your mouth, the wet, sinful sounds echoing in the hallway of your apartment.
Your pussy was soaked and each time you shuffled, the lace of your thong rubbed against your clit. The sensation made your skin flush but it wasn’t enough. You needed him.
Jason sucked his bottom lip between his teeth as he watched you swallow his cock. Your once perfect lipstick was smudged all over your mouth. Some stained his length. He groaned as you pulled back, tracing your tongue over the slit of his tip, hands kneading his inner thighs perfectly.
“Sir-please…”, your voice was raw as you spoke, wide eyes searching his, “I want you”.
He let his thumb run over your bottom lip, enjoying the way your lips wrapped around it without second thought, sucking softly. Jason dipped it down your chin before hooking it underneath, “Come here”.
You stood slowly, adjusting the strap of your dress which had fallen down your arm. Jason bracketed your hips and lifted you easily, letting your toned legs wrap around his waist. His lips moulded to yours, kissing you deeply. He could faintly taste himself on your tongue, the bitter arousal sparking through his body.
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He carried you with ease through your apartment, occasionally banging into things along the way.
“Second d-door”, you moaned loudly when he bit your shoulder, “on the-the right”.
When you finally made it into your bedroom, after several stops along the way with Jason shoving you into the nearest wall, he dropped you down onto the bed.
You inched up the bedding slowly, watching him with hooded eyes as he stripped off the rest of his clothes. You made no show of hiding how much you admired his finely sculpted body. You licked your lips as his muscles flexed when he knelt onto the bed, grabbing one of your ankles.
“You’re wearing too many clothes”, he complained as his fingers travelled up your bare leg before finally reaching the hem of the dress.
“What are you going to do-”, the tear of fabric was loud in the room, Jason’s face was knitted with desire.
“Jason!!”, you scolded loudly as he continued to rip the flimsy material off your body, leaving you bare beneath him in a skimpy lace thong. You watched as he threw the offending material to the floor, his predatory gaze turning back to you.
“Get on your knees”, he commanded, ignoring your protests about your once beautiful dress, “Now”.
You wanted to argue, but the twisting coil in the pit of your stomach made you comply readily. You saw his pleased smirk before you rested your head against your forearms, pressing your ass and core to him.
He whistled appreciatively, slapping his hand over one of your cheeks. You moaned wantonly, muffling your cries into the flesh of your arm.
“Don’t you dare”, he growled and spanked you harder, your skin becoming hot and prickly, “I want to hear every sound you make”.
The thong you had on framed your ass perfectly, barely covering your glistening pussy. He smoothed two fingers through your silken core, sinking them into you slowly. Jason grunted when your walls tried to pull him further.
He removed his hand and spread your wetness along the back of your thigh, pushing your thong to the side. You whined in protest at the loss of sensation and pushed back. Jason gripped your hips tightly, halting your movement, “Tell me what you want princess”.
Heat crept over your flushed skin as he teased you, the tip of his cock sweeping through your sopping folds. You ignored his question and circled your hips, mewling his name.
He grabbed a fistful of your hair and yanked your head back forcefully, teeth grazing the sensitive spot on your neck, “I said, tell me what you want”.
“Your cock”, your moans were depraved as you felt the overload of euphoria thrumming through your veins, “I want you to fuck me”.
Jason kissed the spot behind your ear, sucking a mark there before muttering, “Where are your manners princess?”.
You dug your nails into the sheets below in frustration before panting desperately, “Please Sir, please fuck me”.
He chuckled darkly behind you, tugging your hair again, before sinking his cock into your pussy fully. You cried out at the delicious sting as he stretched your walls with his thick girth.
Jason gave you no time to adjust before slamming his hips back into yours harshly, keeping your hair wound around his fist as he thrust into you.
The air was filled with the sounds of your debauched moans and his skin slapping into yours. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as your first orgasm hit you without any warning.
Jason cursed behind you as your velvet walls spasmed around his cock, pulling him deeper. His thrusts became shallow as he drove harder into you, working you through your climax.
Changing the angle of his thrusts, the head of his shaft slammed against your g spot repeatedly as he ploughed faster into your pussy. You sobbed his name into the bed sheets, gripping them tightly. You were certain your nails were going to rip through the fabric.
“That’s it princess”, he coaxed, tugging your hair back, “I know you’ve got another one for me”. He snaked his hand around your front, rubbing over your clit furiously.
“Jason!”, you cried his name loudly, vision going blank as he fucked you into another powerful climax. You felt his cock throbbing inside you as he fell into his own release, emptying himself in your tight core.
“Fuck!”, he rasped, releasing your hair and holding onto your hips as his thrusts slowed down to a complete still.
Pulling out of you, he groaned under his breath as he saw some of his seed drip down your folds. You collapsed down onto the bed, flat on your front, fighting to catch your breath. Jason dropped down next to you, relaxing on his back, his own chest heaving with deep pants.
You hadn’t been fucked like that in a long time. If ever. With the last of your energy, you rolled onto your side, a sly grin on your face, “Got time for another?”. Your fingers stroked down the grooves of his abs, following the dark trail of hair.
Jason grabbed your hand and brought it to his lips, nipping at the pulse on your wrist, “Definitely”.
He pulled you on top of him, his hands moving up to cup your breasts as your lips danced together again, drinking in each other. You knew he would only be here for the night but, you’d be damned if you weren’t going to make the most of it.
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PRINCE OF GOTHAM - MASTERLIST
PRINCE OF GOTHAM
CEO!Jason Todd x Reader Series (Complete)
Summary: Finally landing your dream job within The Iceberg Lounge, you catch the eye of the CEO, Jason Todd.
Warnings: NSFW. Smut. Language. Angst. Fluff.
Word Count: 36,968
// Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3 // Part 4 // Part 5 // Part 6 // Part 7 // Part 8 // Part 9 // Part 10 //
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ADDITIONAL ONE SHOTS
One shots set in the PRINCE OF GOTHAM series universe. Continuation of CEO!Jason x Reader.
Warnings: NSFW. Smut. Language.
// SUNSET PARADISE //
// SPLASH OF COLOUR //
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PRINCE OF GOTHAM - PART 9
PRINCE OF GOTHAM - PART 9
CEO!Jason Todd x Reader
Warnings – Language. Angst.
A/N: Hope you all enjoy the next chapter! :) bit of a shorter chapter this time but we’re almost there xoxo
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The Egyptian cotton sheets covering your body were cold. You stretched your arm out to find his side of the bed empty. You yawned and arched your back, hearing several little clicks. Jason must be in the kitchen. He usually started his morning with a large black coffee. Sitting up, you clutched the sheets to your naked body, looking around for something to put on. You grabbed his black t-shirt from the night before, slipping it on quickly before padding your way through to the kitchen.
You were right. Jason was standing at the breakfast bar, glaring at something on the tablet in front of him. It had to be something to do with The Iceberg. He never switched off. Your hand brushed along his back gently and you inched up to press a kiss to his cheek, “Mornin”.
Jason said nothing in response, just grunting. He took another sip of his coffee as you poured yourself one, rolling your eyes at his grumpy morning attitude. You thought after last night he might wake in a better mood.
He watched you intently, memories of the night before flashing through his mind. The way you looked under him on the fur throw in front of the fireplace. The intensity of your climax. How he hadn’t wanted to get up and leave you in his bed, much preferring you curled up in his arms. Your soft skin pressed against his as his fingers traced your curves. He scrunched his eyes shut, his stomach dipping at the way you looked in his clothes, hair a little unruly making you look even more delectable. It was a feeling he’d never experienced before. A pleasant but daunting vulnerability. This wasn’t supposed to happen. He shouldn’t - couldn’t feel this way. This wasn’t the plan.
The words left his mouth before he had a chance to process anything further, “You know this is just a mutually beneficial contract between us, don’t you?”.
“This again?”, you blew on the top of your coffee, the steam wafting into the air, “You’re joking right?”.
“Princess”, he pinched the bridge of his nose, “I am being quite serious”.
You sighed and placed your mug on the breakfast top, “Ah, so you woke up stupid”.
Jason glowered more, “What's that supposed to mean?”.
You rubbed your temples in exasperation, “You really are an emotionally constipated moron”, a soft sigh left your lips, “I wish you’d quit with this bullshit and accept that we have something more than just sex”.
“I told you what this was before we engaged in any activities”, he switched the tablet off in front of him, opting to stare at you hotly, “Nothing has changed”.
“And then you proceeded to buy me nice clothes and take me out on dates. Oh, I'm sorry, was that your body double?”.
“I-”, Jason coughed deeply, “I do that with all the women I entertain”.
You had to laugh at that one. It was a poor attempt to push you away. You rounded the kitchen counter and stared up at him, “I see…so what’s the point of the exclusivity then? Why are you currently only entertaining me?”, your hand rested in the centre of his chest gently, “You said it yourself. Christ Jason, even your friends said it”.
Jason refused you an answer, turning his attention to the rapidly cooling coffee next to him. He remembered that. He remembered it all. His friends had noticed a difference, wondering why he was no longer interested in the beautiful women around him. He just didn’t see them anymore. He only saw you. Your family had commented on how perfect you seemed to be, having finally found a man who you equalled your sharp wit. His family adored you.
The stony silence infuriated you more, his unwillingness to accept what was so obvious to you and everyone else.
“With all the money you spend on me Jason, it would have been cheaper to get an escort”.
“Well, she’d certainly be less hassle”, Jason groused irritated.
Why wouldn’t you back down? Did you know how he felt? Had you sensed the shift last night too? Why did you have to keep prodding him?
You scoffed, “I’m not sure if you meant that as an insult or a compliment”.
Jason ran a hand through his dark hair, fisting it. The sharp stings ringing across his scalp. His heart was hammering wildly against his chest as he turned his gaze back to you. You’d gotten under his skin. Unlocked his heart and settled perfectly like you’d always belonged there.
“Look”, he spat poisonously, the tone of his voice catching you off guard, “This, whatever this is- sorry was, it’s not what you thought. I don’t do relationships. I don’t do girlfriends. I told you this at the start Y/N. Why won’t you listen to me? You’re making this harder than it needs to be!”, he stepped back from you before snarling, “This - this doesn’t mean anything to me. You don’t mean anything to me”.
It would be a lie to say his words didn’t sting. They cut deeper than you ever imagined. You bit down on your bottom lip hard. You wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of crying. You were better than that. You’d at least do that at home. Alone. Wrapped in the comfort of your own blanket watching repeats of your favourite TV show. Pathetic maybe, but at least you’d be away from this asshole.
“I'm sorry too I suppose”, you murmured, taking off the necklace he’d gifted you from your trip to Paris. You dumped it on the counter unceremoniously, “I'll be sending the rest by mail”.
You didn’t bother to give him a second glance, storming your way back into the bedroom to gather your things. You wanted him to crash back into the bedroom, on his knees begging for forgiveness. Telling you he was an idiot and that he was just scared. That this was new territory for him. But he didn’t. Which only soured your mood more.
When you finally emerged from the room, dressed with your bag in hand, Jason was lounging on his sofa, laptop propped on his thighs like nothing had happened.
His sheer arrogance made your temper flare. You wanted to scream, shout. Maybe even slap him. But what would that achieve? Your mother had taught you to have dignity. You threw the spare key card to his apartment onto the coffee table. The sound of the metal key-ring smashing onto the glass startled him.
“Fuck you”.
You didn’t bother to wait for an answer or to see how his face twisted at your final goodbye. You slammed the front door behind you, jabbing the button for the elevator. The ride down was too slow. You needed to get out. You felt like you were suffocating in the enclosed space. When the doors sprung open you raced down towards your car. In the back of your mind, you were counting the steps. Only 10 more, you could do this. Once finally in the safety of your own car, you let the first tears slip down your cheeks. You couldn’t remember the last time you’d allowed a man to make you cry.
“That fucking asshole”.
Twisting the key in the ignition, the radio drowned out your sobs along with your shattered heart.
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PRINCE OF GOTHAM - PART 10
PRINCE OF GOTHAM - PART 10
CEO!Jason Todd x Reader
Warnings – Language. Implied Smut. Some Angst. Fluff.
A/N: Hope you all enjoy the FINAL chapter! :) But don’t worry. I have two extra chapters - epilogues as such xoxo
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Dick immediately knew something was wrong the second he stepped into the penthouse apartment. The place stank strongly of whiskey and smoke. It wasn’t often Jason invited him round for poker, just the two of them but Dick didn’t want to refuse his brother. Jason had sounded hollow over the call making him worry. Dick looked across at his brother and frowned, it was clear Jason hadn’t shaved in over a week. The dark fuzz clearly irritated him as he clawed at it during their third game.
“You know”, Dick drawled, unable to hold back any longer, “The last time I checked you weren't being investigated by the GCPD”.
“Shut up and deal”, Jason snapped, downing the last of his drink. The bags under his eyes were dark and heavy. Since the argument he hadn’t slept well. The look on your face haunting him when he told you it didn’t mean anything.
Dick sighed and slid several cards across the table, “So I noticed you didn't bring Y/N to the gala that Bruce hosted last week”.
Jason cast his eyes up quickly, squinting at Dick, “Just say what you're going to say, Grayson. Don't bother with the preamble”.
“Did Y/N finally realise she's too good for you?”.
“Not exactly”, Jason sighed, carding his fingers through his messy hair.
“Why do I feel like what your about to say next is going to be really fucking stupid?”, Dick groaned and slapped his cards face down onto the table, huffing out a puff of air irritably.
“I did the right thing”, Jason muttered, not quite believing himself. If it was the right thing, why did he feel so lousy? Why did he want to call you every minute of the day and beg for your forgiveness?
Dick rolled his eyes, “You and the rest of us have a very different view on things”.
“We ended things - ok?! - Jesus leave it alone”, Jason spat poisonously, the words replaying in his mind. The unshed tears in the corners of your eyes you wouldn’t let fall in front of him. Not wanting to give him that victory.
“Why the fuck would you do that? Seriously?”, Dick slammed his palm down on the table harder than he intended, startling Jason for a second.
Jason scoffed, “Not all of us can afford to be sentimental, Grayson”.
“No one is going to think less of you if you just admit you’re scared”, Dick looked at his brother sympathetically. Jason hadn’t always been great with his emotions, often letting them get the better of him.
“I am NOT scared!!”, Jason growled and swept everything off the table in a fit of rage, chest heavy with deep breaths.
Dick looked up at him unphased, having seen these kinds of outbursts before, “Really?”, he laughed softly and leaned down to pick up half of the shattered glass from the floor, “You know what, she is too good for you, maybe I was wrong”.
Jason felt the flare of anger explode through him, the truth scorching his insides, “Stay out of it Grayson”.
Not allowing his volatile temper to bother him, Dick shrugged, “I’m your brother Jason and I’m not going to sugar coat anything for you...the truth hurts…Alfred would tell you the same thing”.
The words stung Jason harder than Dick probably intended. Especially mentioning Alfred. God, Alfred, he’d absolutely adored you. Jason cracked and buried his face in his hands realising he missed you. He missed every little thing about you. And now, now he didn’t have you. Fuck it hurt.
“You've got more money than sense”, Dick patted Jason on the back.
“I’m not really used to this sort of thing”.
Dick had to laugh at that, “I can tell”.
Jason glared embarrassed as Dick tried to hold back the laughter, “I don’t really know what to do…I kind of, well, I fucked it all up”.
“Promise me after this you’ll stop making me the sensible one…I don’t like it, it gives Bruce ideas”, Dick sighed before throwing the broken glass into the nearby bin, “Look…just talk to her, she’s a smart woman, she’s probably hoping you’ll call her”.
“You make it sound so easy!”.
“Look, take it from someone who’s lost some really special people…talk to her, don’t waste anymore of your time, or you’ll regret everything you never said”, Dick’s own face twisted with an unspoken sadness. Jason nodded slowly and dug his hands into his trouser pockets.
Dick sighed, rolling a poker chip between his fingers, “If you leave it any longer she’ll be gone for good. She’ll either find another firm to work for or she’ll leave the city. Plenty of companies would double her wage to have her”, he glanced over at his brother and rolled his shoulders, “Hell Jason, plenty of guys would jump to date her, she’s the full package, even I’m considering asking her on a date”.
“Don’t you dare”, Jason growled before looking sullen again, “And I know…Don’t you think I already fucking know all of this? I’ve been expecting her notice every damn day…”.
He didn’t want to admit that as each day passed and he didn’t receive it, he was thankful.
“So why are you still sitting here like a moron? You know what you have to do…do it, before I go do it for you”.
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Four weeks had passed since that morning in his apartment. Four long weeks. You’d thrown yourself into your work completely, immersing yourself with more high pressured projects. It kept your mind busy. Whenever your thoughts strayed, they would linger on him. You couldn’t keep torturing yourself by thinking about him. The pain was still raw. Making your way up the steps in your apartment complex, the wine bottles clinked against each other. You must have sounded, and looked, like an alcoholic but your favourite wine had a ‘buy one get one free offer’ and you couldn’t turn that down.
Making your way up the last flight, you pushed through your front door, dropping your bag next to it with a heavy sigh. You could finally drop the fake smile. It was just you. You kicked your heels off and padded through into the kitchen, both bottles of wine in hand. You’d just placed them onto the counter when you heard the raspy cough behind you.
You screamed, spinning round with the corkscrew in your hands. It was the only weapon you had to hand and it seemed like a damn good option against your reasonably polite house intruder who had the decency to alert you to his presence before he tried to kidnap you, or worse.
“It’s just me!”.
That voice. That fucking, deep drawl. The one you’d pictured strangling numerous times during the long tedious business meetings.
“Jason?!”.
“Hi”.
Was that all he had to say?! You fumed silently, glaring at him.
“I nearly fucking stabbed you!!”, you shouted, dropping the corkscrew onto the counter, “Are you fucking mad?!”.
He shifted uncomfortably in the kitchen doorway before leaning against it, hands burying themselves deep into the front pockets of his sweatpants. He cast his eyes down to your flooring, mumbling something to himself.
“What are you doing here?”, you rested your hand on the granite top, “Actually, more interestingly, how the hell did you get in here?”.
“I still have your spare key…and the doorman remembered me”.
You didn’t know what to say. What do you say to the man who you’d given so much of yourself to, only to have it returned in tiny fragments.
Jason pushed himself off the frame, edging towards you, “I-errr, I know I should have done this sooner”.
Scowling, you turned away from him and grabbed one of the bottles of wine, carrying it across to the cupboard above the sink.
He sighed and followed after you, your silence deafening him, “Can we at least talk Y/N? Please? I know this is a bit late”.
You grabbed an empty glass from the cupboard, “We can...I just don't think I'll like being sober while we do it”.
“What makes you think that?”.
“It’s you!”, you growled irritated, “You just show up at my apartment without a word of warning and expect a fucking welcome party! Not to mention the fact you’re trespassing! I could have you arrested!”.
You popped the cork from the bottle, throwing it into the bin violently before pouring yourself a liberal glass. After the day you’d had and now he was here, you fucking needed it.
“There's also the fact that this has been stewing for over a month Jason...Do you want me to keep going?”.
“Princess-”.
Jason rested his hand on your lower back, the heat of it made you want to sink straight into him but memories flashed from the morning of your argument. You flinched away from him, snapping angrily, “Don't princess me, asshole!”.
He sighed deeply, trying to step back towards you, “I didn’t come here to argue with you, I came to talk to you”.
“Hence why I need the alcohol”, you brushed past him again and grabbed a second glass from the cupboard, “Go on”.
You poured a second helping of wine and passed it to him, “You'll probably need this too”.
Jason took a large gulp before leaning against your kitchen side, his eyes drinking you in, “I’m not good at this kind of shit you know”.
Grabbing the second bottle of wine, you gave him a small smile, “Alcohol makes everything easier, plus, I have two bottles of this to get through”.
He scoffed, “You sound like an alcoholic”.
“One therapy problem at a time”.
The laugh that left his mouth made you chuckle too. His lips quirked. He’d missed your wit.
“I've been thinking-”.
“You and thinking…together? Wow. You must have had a lonely four weeks”.
Jason grunted, “Are you going to let me finish or keep being snarky?”.
You smiled slyly over the rim of your wine glass, “You've never complained before, but go on”.
He ignored your comment, “As I said, I've been thinking about us and-”, he shook his head slightly and took a large swig of his wine, “Fuck me”, he grunted, “I have no idea how people can talk about this stuff”.
“Over email I'm told”.
Jason grinned slightly, “Yeah, I probably should have done that”.
“I would have deleted it”, you smiled innocently, taking another large sip of your wine. You started to feel the little buzz warming your insides.
“Fair point”, he conceded before taking one of your hands in his, squeezing gently, “What I'm saying is, if you let me, I-I want to try again”.
The world stopped spinning. Your breath caught in your throat whilst you processed his words.
“In what way?”, your voice was barely above a whisper, worried this was just a dream. You’d wake up from your wine induced sleep, alone again.
Jason brought your hand up to his lips and kissed the back of it delicately, whispering back, “I mean, just me and you…together. A real team…official”.
You stared at him, a little dumbfounded. You hadn’t expected that. No matter how much you’d wanted to hear it, you didn’t imagine Jason would ever say it. Even in his own, business like fashion.
“Princess?”, his voice seemed unsure when you hadn’t said a thing.
“Sorry”, you murmured, “I just didn’t expect you to say that…”, his face twisted with panic and you squeezed his hand reassuringly, “It’s a pleasant surprise…even if you did make it sound like a business transaction”, you added teasingly with the hint of a smile. He returned it, clasping your hand.
“I need you to be patient with me”, Jason took another mouthful of the wine, “This is…it’s new territory for me Y/N, I need you to understand that”.
“How do I know you won't go back on your word?”, your eyes glossed with a vulnerability Jason had never seen before. He was used to you being so full of fire and fight. There was a sharp sensation spreading across his chest. Realisation hitting him like a gale force storm. He’d really hurt you.
“I’ve- Y/N, I’ve never felt like this about anyone else”.
You set your glass down. The shock was hard to wipe from your face. Jason had finally admitted it. He stared at you, dark eyes brimming. You reached up, your palms resting on his cheeks. The stubble was rough under your skin as your thumb stroked over his cheek.
“Jay…”.
You felt his hand slip behind your neck, closing the distance between you both to brush his lips over yours. You hummed, deepening the kiss, enjoying the way your bodies fit together as he pressed you into the kitchen counter. Your eyes fluttered shut, letting your hands wrap around the back of his neck.
He pulled back from the kiss reluctantly, dotting more kisses over your cheeks, working down to your neck, “Princess…”.
The shivers spread across your skin, the prickle of his stubble felt perfectly familiar. You purred his name, tilting your head backwards before pushing on his chest, “I'll give you a chance..one chance, but if you cut me off or try to push me away like that again, I will burn your club to the ground”.
Jason barked out a laugh, the vibration rumbling deep from his chest, “Drop me off the top of The Iceberg if it makes you happy”. He continued his kisses along your shoulder, nipping gently. Reaching the strap of your top he slipped it down slowly, stroking the skin as it was revealed to him.
“Too messy”, you breathed.
His fingers traced up the front of your blouse, unbuttoning each one agonisingly slow. On instinct you shuddered when his fingers came into contact with your skin. You sighed softly, having missed the way he touched you.
“Don’t think you’re off the hook that easily Mr Todd”.
“Oh I know I’m not”, he kissed you again, smirking subtly, “I know I have a lot of making up to do…if you’ll let me”.
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You waved at Bernice, a bright smile on your face as you pushed open Jason’s office door. She returned the smile with her own, waving briefly before digging back into the mountain of paperwork beside her. After the first month of your weekly visits and frequent lunch dates, she no longer questioned why it was you were visiting Mr Todd so often.
Jason looked up from his computer and grinned seeing you. He leaned back in his chair, edging away from his desk slightly, “You’re a little earlier than usual. Have you come to give me a birthday treat?”.
You rolled your eyes at him, working your way around his desk before dropping into his lap slowly, “How does it feel to be another day closer to death?”. You pressed a kiss to his cheek, smirking when he huffed.
“You’re so optimistic”, he rolled his eyes sarcastically before nudging his cheek against yours, a silent gesture of intimacy, “Why don’t you try flattering me instead princess?”.
“Your ego is big enough”.
Jason turned his face and brushed his lips against the shell of your ear, “That’s not the only thing big enough”, he growled playfully before nipping earlobe.
“You are terrible”, you laughed softly but your cheeks felt hot at the thought of him. He shuffled slightly, adjusting you to sit more comfortably.
“Are you excited for your birthday dinner party tonight? Alfred’s coming too”.
“I am, thank you for arranging it”, his arms wrapped around your middle pulling you into his chest, your head resting against his shoulder.
You nestled closer, playing with his tie, “Are you looking forward to all the presents you're gonna get?”.
“Like what?”.
Your lips curved upwards innocently and you tugged the fabric gently between your fingers, “Oh you know, golf clubs, Viagra, whiskey, the works”.
Jason slipped his hands down to your thighs and stroked up your stocking clad leg, “As if I need Viagra when I’ve got you”.
You went to say something but Jason cut over you, his hands peeling away from the lace trimming on your hold ups. He pulled open the top drawer of his desk pulling out a slim black box with a crimson bow, “I have a gift for you actually”.
“A present?”, you took the box from him and frowned softly, “But it’s your birthday. I’m supposed to give you something”.
“I think you’ll like this though, open it”, Jason nudged the box in your hands and watched you intently. You noticed the corner of his eye twitching. Why was he so nervous?
“Are you sure?”.
“I’m 90% sure you’ll like it…”, he gave you a small smile trying to mask the panic building behind his eyes, “Maybe 80%…”.
A key to his apartment sat in that box. Something he’d never shared with anyone else in his life. It’d been an obvious choice for him, you barely left his home since you’d made things official. Half your stuff was littered around his place and, well, he liked it. He didn’t want it any other way.
Tugging the red ribbon, you looked into his eyes, “As long as it isn't a cheap purse, we're good”.
Jason scoffed, clearly unamused, “What have I ever bought you that’s cheap?”.
You grinned, “True…Though you tear my underwear off like it's cheap”.
He smirked cheekily before nodding back down to the box, “Just open the present princess”.
You opened the box slowly, a little unnerved with Jason’s own jittery behaviour. When you slipped the lid off, a soft gasp left your lips. There, sat neatly in black tissue paper was a key card to his apartment with your own personalised silver key-ring attached to it; the first letter of your name. Your breath hitched and you felt a burst of warmth rushing through you. It was obvious what this was. It wasn’t just a key to his home. It was an unspoken phrase.
Jason watched as you opened it, swallowing thickly at your silence, “Err, surprise?”. The worry started to curdle deep in his stomach. Maybe he’d read this all wrong. Maybe this was a step too far. The spiralling thoughts stopped when you spoke again, voice laced with joy.
“Are you certain this is what you want?”.
The question was serious but the bright smile on your face told Jason all he needed to know.
His hands stroked along your waist softly, “Of course, you practically live there anyways, you might as well have a key”.
Your fingers traced over the silver initial attached to the key card, a diamond dangled down behind it, “And whose fault is that?”.
“What can I say? I’ve got used to having you in my bed permanently…as well as waking up to you cooking for me”, he smirked, eyes sparkling with implicit love.
“Chauvinistic pig”, you laughed and jabbed his chest.
Jason swiped your hand quickly, pressing a kiss to the back of it smoothly, “Ah, ah, ah! You can’t talk to the birthday boy like that”.
You pressed your lips to his lightly, clutching the key-card tightly in your other hand. When you pulled back, you gave him a genuine smile, “Thank you”.
“Welcome home”, he murmured.
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Standing in the en-suite bathroom, you swiped the deep rouge lipstick over your lips, puckering them to ensure even coverage. Your black dress hung loose on your frame, still waiting to be zipped at the back. Leaning forward, you eyed your make up closely, checking there weren't any smudges in sight.
Jason let his eyes rake over your body for a long second, before clearing his throat. The cough behind you made your eyes dart in the mirror, catching his gaze.
“You nearly done?”, he leisurely rested against the door frame, his tie hanging loose around his neck. You let your own gaze run over him in his dark grey suit. It did little to hide his large frame and muscles.
“Nearly, can you zip me up please?”, you shimmied your ass at him.
“Keep that up and we won’t get out the door”, he smirked, slapping your ass playfully before zipping your dress up slowly, ensuring his fingers grazed your bare skin.
You felt the dress become tight around your body and you turned around when he finished, slinking your arms around his neck, “Thanks”.
“You look beautiful”, he complimented, hands settling on your lower back, teasing the curve of your ass.
You flushed at his words. He always managed to catch you off guard. You’d been expecting something sexual, maybe a little explicit. But he swayed in with an honest compliment. Your hands found his tie and you tutted under your breath, fixing it up before tightening it.
“My mother always says loose ties signal when men are going to start misbehaving”.
“She isn’t wrong”, he chuckled huskily and let his hands travel south, groping you.
“Well there will be a bunch of other men to keep an eye on tonight, not including you”, you kissed the corner of his mouth and smiled, “I’m going to be exhausted keeping you all in check”.
Jason grinned, “When the others start loosening their ties, that's your cue to leave with the other women”.
“What if you start loosening your tie?”.
He growled quietly, gripping onto your waist, “Then it's our cue”.
You raised your eyebrow, “Our cue?”, you smirked stroking your hands over his chest, the heat pouring from him made you shiver.
He groaned under his breath, enjoying the way your hands travelled his body. He couldn’t get enough of you. The familiar coil started to tighten in his stomach.
Leaning up, you breathed quietly into his ear, purring softly, “And…What if I loosen your tie for you…Sir?”.
The sparks fired up his spine and he edged you back against the bathroom sink, lifting you up easily, “Then princess, you're just asking for it”.
Your fingers found their familiar place, wound through his dark locks sending waves of bliss through him. His kisses worked down your neck, stubble grazing over your weak spot. You tipped your head back against the mirror, whispering airily, “Jason…we’re going to be late…you know Bruce will only complain”.
“Fuck it”, he grunted, “It’s my birthday”.
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PRINCE OF GOTHAM - PART 7
PRINCE OF GOTHAM - PART 7
CEO!Jason Todd x Reader
Warnings – Language. Implied Smut. Family dynamics. Embarrassing family. Fluff.
A/N: Hope you all enjoy the next chapter! :) apologies for no tag list, still trying to get it working and get back into the swing of things xoxo
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Swirling the glass of red wine in your hand, you looked over the rim at Jason, a sly smile on your face. He was hovering over the coffee machine, phone in hand. Your eyes traced his handsome features which were knitted into a deep frown. You’d been planning how to ask him to your family dinner all week, but your nerves had gotten the better of you each time. You really didn’t want to go alone; again; and well, Jason owed you. He raised an eyebrow and put down his phone, “I don’t like that look you’re giving me”.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about”, you grinned, taking a long sip of your drink.
“Spit it out”, he rested his hands on the kitchen counter.
You chuckled under your breath before setting your drink down, “I need a favour”, your nails tapped against the surface slowly, “I need you to come to a family dinner with me this weekend…please”.
Jason swallowed quietly and felt his hand twitch against the marble worktops, “Me?”.
“Yes you, I don’t see anyone else in here”, you rolled your eyes playfully before smiling at him, “Plus, you owe me for Paris”.
He scoffed, “Paris was wonderful”.
“You and I remember Paris very differently”, you laughed, eyes sparkling with mischief.
“What's that supposed to mean princess?”, his dark voice dropped and he rounded the island between you both in seconds.
“Oh! Do you not remember the 5 hour business meeting we had?!”, you slipped off the kitchen chair and looked up into his eyes, “Or the complete asshat move you pulled?”.
Jason stood his ground, feeling your hand brush along his forearm, “Which asshat move?”.
You tipped your head back and laughed more, “Valid question, there are so many asshat moves you pull”.
Jason glared before stepping closer, his body pressed up against yours. The heat flared through you instantly and you shivered when his deep, husky voice rasped in your ear, “I’ll tell you what I do remember”, he nipped your earlobe before kissing the soft spot under it, “I remember the five hours we spent in the hotel room that night”.
You could feel the smirk dripping over your flushed skin, memories pouring back. You bit down on your lip to suppress the moan, running your hand up the front of his T-shirt, “Five? Wow, really? It certainly didn’t feel that long to me”.
He growled, bracketing your hips in his grip, pinning you against the counter, “I thought you wanted a favour? This isn’t the way to go if you want me to help you”.
“I think you’d help me no matter what I said”, you grinned and threaded your fingers through the back of his hair, earning a soft growl from his throat. You knew he loved it when you played with his hair, nails scratching over his scalp.
“Please”.
“Well, since I owe you one”, Jason murmured and the grip on your hips loosened, his thumbs rubbing circles into your skin. His eyes closed, basking in the warmth spreading through his body as you toyed with his hair.
You leaned up towards him, tugging him down slightly so you could reach his lips, “Thank you”.
Your lips brushed over his and he welcomed the kiss, stroking his tongue over your bottom lip, groaning when you moulded your body further into his.
———
Walking up the path towards your childhood home, your stomach started to somersault. Was bringing Jason here really a good idea? The man you were ‘just fucking’?. Was it really worth it just to keep your Aunt off your back? You swallowed nervously and tried to bury the feelings. It would be fine. It was just one night. Plus, knowing your family, they’d chew him up and spit him out.
Pushing open the slate blue picket fence, you turned to Jason, “Please act normal”.
“What?”, he scoffed, “I am normal, princess”.
You laughed and shook your head, “Just-”, the words were lost in your throat. You weren’t sure what you were trying to say. “Just try not to embarrass me”.
Jason smirked and rested his hand on your lower back, guiding you along the cobble stones, noticing you were struggling in your heels, “I’ll be on my best behaviour…I’ll even keep my hands to myself”.
You leaned into his warm touch and steadied yourself, finally reaching the door, “That isn’t going to last long is it?”.
“Not with that dress”, he slapped your ass, the sound bouncing in the porch of the house.
“Jason!”, you hissed, hearing the key turning in the lock.
The door flew open and your Aunt stood there menacingly before shouting, “SHE’S HERE WITH HER GUEST”.
You winced at her booming voice and forced a polite smile onto your lips, “Aunt Margaret! It’s nice to see you again!”.
She ignored you and turned her eyes to Jason, eyeing him suspiciously, she sighed loudly seeing the designer logo on his shirt, “Please tell me this one has a job”.
“What?!”, you felt your cheeks burning already. You knew your family could be embarrassing but they usually built up to it.
Margaret sighed and looked back at you, “Sweetie I love you but just because a man is good in the sack doesn't mean he's a keeper”.
Jason looked down at his shirt confused before coiling his arm around your waist, pressing you into his side. He fought to keep the little smirk off his lips at her comment. Maybe he shouldn’t have worn a shirt that was nearly $900? Maybe your Aunt thought it was fake. He was used to that.
You buried your face in your hands, “Yes Aunty he has a job…Are mom and pop here?”.
Your Aunt eyed Jason again before looking through into the kitchen, “Of course, they’ve just gone to make everyone drink…come in and we’ll go find them”. She turned on her heel and made her way down the corridor, heading into the chaos of noise which was your family.
Jason’s lips brushed the shell of your ear as he leaned down to whisper, “Good in the sack? Maybe I can add that to my resume…I think you’d be a good reference for that too”.
You elbowed him lightly, a cheeky smile curving your lips, “I told you to behave”.
“It’s very difficult around you”.
“MOM!! POP!! Bubblebutt is here!!!”, your younger sister screamed happily running up to you both.
You groaned and rolled your eyes, “I thought we agreed that name was dead”.
“Not until the cows come home”, she laughed evilly before noticing Jason towering next to you, “Oh! And she brought a snack”.
You felt your skin flushing with heat, wanting to die of embarrassment. This was definitely a mistake. You should not have brought Jason into this madness. You’d forgotten how crazy your family was.
“Excuse me”, Jason smirked, keeping his hand bracketed on your hip, “I’m a three course meal sweetheart”.
Your sister laughed loudly and grinned, “I like him, he’s got wit!”.
Upon hearing the commotion your Mom swept into the room with a bright smile on her face. She rushed over and hugged both you and Jason tightly.
“Mom, calm down, you might break a rib!”.
Your Mom laughed and tapped the tip of your nose playfully, you felt like you were five again, “It's not every day you hate someone enough to subject them to your father's sister”.
Jason stood at your side, an extremely amused look painting his handsome face. He laughed huskily, “Oh she definitely hates me”.
“Oh yes, I can see, especially by the lovey dovey looks she gives you”.
“MOTHER!!”, you wanted the ground to open up and swallow you down.
“I heard my wife being challenged to a fight and I was not--Pumpkin!!!”, your Dad made his way over and wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into a tight hug, “You’re looking well as always!”.
“Pop…”, you wiggled out of his arms and smiled, “This is Jason”.
Your Dad gave him that stern look he’d given any man you’d brought home. You knew he only had your best interests at heart but you really didn’t want him scaring Jason off. Not yet.
“Good to meet you”, he held out his hand.
“Nice to meet you too Sir”, Jason gave him a genuine smile as he firmly shook your Dad’s hand.
Your Mom tutted and squeezed your Dad’s elbow, “No need for such formalities! Let’s go through to the dining room and eat!”.
“Good idea honey”.
You’d normally pretend to gag and make fun of them as usual but something stopped you this time. You watched them for a moment with glassy eyes until the weight of Jason’s hand the bottom of your back startled you.
“Let’s go eat, princess”.
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Jason dropped down onto the wooden bench next to your father, cigarette in one hand and a bottle of liquor in the other, “Another whiskey?”.
Your Dad laughed and shook his head, “I really shouldn’t, the wife won’t be too pleased if I get drunk, not after the last time”.
Jason looked over his shoulder and smirked, “The coast is clear”.
“Well, since you're volunteering to be my look out, you don't mind being the fall guy either”, your Dad grinned and held out his empty tumbler, watching as Jason poured a questionably large portion into it.
“One more won’t hurt, it’s just a little night cap”, Jason topped up his own glass before clinking it with your fathers, taking a long sip.
There was a comfortable silence between the two men as they sat in the garden, the fairy lights strung around basked them both in a soft white glow. Jason lit his cigarette casually, taking a deep drag, smoke billowing into the night sky.
“So how did you two meet?”, your father swirled his drink, “My little girl doesn't really go out looking that much”.
“We work together”, Jason answered simply. His mind began to wander. What did your father mean? He flicked his cigarette into an ashtray between them. You didn’t strike him as the type to hide yourself away from anyone. Or anything.
Your Dad nodded, “Yeah, that makes sense…Did she scare you too?”.
Jason chuckled then smirked, “A little, yes…along with 90% of the office”.
“Trust me her mother was worse”.
“Sir, I really don't think that's possible”, Jason scoffed in disbelief. He really couldn’t imagine anyone more fiery than you.
“Unless Y/N has made someone piss themselves she hasn't surpassed her mother”, your Dad gave an innocent smile before taking a long sip from his drink.
Jason raised his eyebrows, “I’m scared and impressed”.
Your Dad grinned and winked, tipping his glass towards the younger man, “Yes but that's why you like her”.
“I-”, Jason laughed deeply and took a drag of his cigarette, “I guess it is…yeah”.
“Still, take care of her, yeah? Underneath her fiery exterior, she’s very soft at heart. But it’s clear you make her very happy”, your Dad clapped a hand on Jason’s back, giving him a sincere smile. A seal of approval.
Jason swallowed nervously, unsure how to respond. He didn’t exactly want to explain that this wasn’t what everyone thought. It was just sex. Nothing more. Wasn’t it? He returned the smile, tipping his glass towards your Dad before turning his head around. He saw you through the kitchen window, standing with your Mum and sister.
You laughed at something and your entire face beamed with happiness. With your hair up, he could see the diamond earrings sparkling in the fluorescent kitchen lighting. A twinge of pride stirred in his stomach at seeing you in the gems he’d bought you. Your cheeks were rosy from laughing and probably a little too much wine. He’d never thought you looked more beautiful.
Almost like a sixth sense, you cast your eyes outside and caught his gaze. There was a long second before Jason smiled at you, throwing you a coy wink. You flushed and tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, subconsciously stroking over your earrings.
Your Dad chuckled besides Jason, “It’s clear how happy she makes you too”.
The words lingered in the air and wrapped around Jason, weaving into his mind. He could feel his own face heating up. What shook Jason more was how right your Dad was.
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You leant back against the kitchen counter, your fingers wrapped around the wine glass stem loosely. You couldn’t believe how well this evening had gone. The warmth flooded your veins and swirled in your stomach. You knew this had started as just sex but, somewhere along the way it’d evolved into more. Jason wouldn’t admit it but it was obvious to everyone. Maybe this evening would finally allow him to see how much more you both could be. You hoped.
“So…he’s definitely something else”, your sister grinned cheekily, “I don’t remember any of your other boyfriends going down this well”.
“He's won over everyone in the family”, you scoffed in disbelief, “What the hell…Even Aunty Margaret loves him!!”.
“That is a miracle”, your sister laughed and downed the rest of her wine.
You watched your Dad and Jason laugh loudly outside in the garden, your stomach flipped hearing his husky rumble through the thin glass. The smirk painting his face made you flush, his dark handsome features glowing in the fairy lights.
“I wonder how he’s won Dad over, you know what he’s like, he normally threatens to break their legs”, your sister cackled when your face flickered with a moment of worry before you shrugged.
“I have absolutely no fucking idea”. You did have an idea. Jason was incredibly charming. It clearly rubbed off on your entire family.
Your Mom rubbed your arm gently, a gentle smile on her face, “You know this ones a keeper don’t you?”.
“Yeah, he’s good for you Y/N, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you smile this much!!”, your sister gushed, pinching your cheeks.
You slapped her hands away and grunted, “Shut up!”. Your cheeks began to burn with embarrassment.
“I wouldn’t worry pumpkin”, your Mom looked out of the window briefly, watching both your Dad and Jason, “He looks at you like you cradle the world”.
Almost sensing you were talking about him, Jason turned around, catching your eye. He gave you a wink with a cheeky smile.
“Yeah, Mom’s right, he’s got it bad for you too”, your sister nudged you in the side drawing your attention back into the room. You rolled your eyes and finished the last of your wine, letting their words breeze through your mind.
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The ride home was quiet, Jason kept his arm around you in the back of the taxi. His hand rubbing circles into your shoulder soothing you into a peaceful slumber. He had to nudge you awake when you finally arrived back home. Heading up the stairs, his arm was still leisurely wrapped around your body, holding you close to him. He chuckled when you yawned, the key almost slipping through your fingers.
Finally getting inside your apartment you lazily pressed Jason into the wall, your hands stroking over his expensive shirt. You purred quietly and leaned into him, trailing kisses down his neck. The deep spice of his cologne was still strong, you knew it would be clinging to your bed sheets for days. His hands found your waist immediately, latching onto you. The soft caress of your lips distracting him momentarily.
“Princess?”, he breathed out, locking his arms behind your back.
“Mmhmm?”, you murmured into the junction of his neck, intent on marking him as you started to work on unbuckling his belt.
Before you knew what was happening, Jason swept you up into his arms, bridal style. You squeaked in surprise, arms weaving around his neck.
“Jason!”, you held on tightly as he made his way through your bedroom with graceful ease, “I was trying to do something for you there…as thanks”.
“Why don’t we just go to bed?”, he kissed your forehead softly, nudging your bedroom door open with his foot, “You don’t owe me anything”.
You grinned, “Who are you and what have you done to Jason Todd?”.
Jason smirked, “Princess, we may have discussed somnophilia but let’s just go to bed, it’s been a long night”.
Snuggling your face into his neck, you yawned again, “Fine”.
He laid you down on the bed carefully, his fingers working to undress himself quickly. The night had worn him out more than he expected. But, he’d enjoyed every second. Your family was perfect, just like you. As he stripped down to his boxers, his eyes glued to you as you stripped down to your underwear. The heat flared through him briefly and raged more as you slipped one of his old shirts on to sleep in. The way you filled it with your curves made his mouth dry.
“You can treat me in the morning”.
“Ah, there’s my Jason”, you laughed and curled up under the duvet looking up at him expectantly, waiting for him to slide into bed with you. Your brow creased slightly as you watched him, standing there like a statue.
“Jason?”.
My Jason.
His brain short circuited at the simple phrase. The want coiled deep inside his stomach. The subtle claiming of him. He was yours. Jason ran a hand over his face and swallowed thickly, the nerves from earlier this evening flooded back like ice. This wasn’t exclusive. It was just fucking. Plain and simple. Of course it was. Nothing more. He had to keep telling himself that.
But, the way you’d said it. Like it was nothing. It was so natural. It flowed from you with such ease. His heart tugged.
My Jason.
The heat that tore through him this time was different. It was warm. Much higher up his chest. The smile curved his lips.
“Jason? What are you doing?”, you questioned, resting up on one elbow, “How much did you have to drink?”.
Your question brought him back and he chuckled, “Sorry, I’m fine, I was just praying your Mum isn’t too mad at your Dad for having the extra whiskey”. He slipped into the empty side of the bed, dragging you into his embrace, enjoying the way you cuddled into his chest.
“Oh she won’t be mad at Dad”, you yawned, closing your eyes, hands stroking along Jason’s stomach.
“Good”, he sank into your touches, loving the feel of your nails tracing the groves of his abs.
“She’ll be mad at you”.
Jason groaned under his breath, “After what your Dad told me, I feel like I should be worried”.
“Oh, you should be”.
He chuckled and the vibration rang through his chest. The deep rumble made you giggle too, before you finally let sleep take you.
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DC x Readers
by xxZombieWriterxx
Various x readers as requested from tumblr! Check each chapter notes to see what tags apply to what chapter!
Words: 2591, Chapters: 10/?, Language: English
Series: Part 1 of Blurbs from tumblr
Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Categories: Multi
Characters: Reader, Jason Todd, Dick Grayson, Joker (DCU), Bruce Wayne, Damian Wayne
Relationships: Jason Todd/Reader, Bruce Wayne/Reader, Dick Grayson/Jason Todd/Reader, Dick Grayson/Reader, Joker (DCU)/Reader, Damian Wayne/Reader
Additional Tags: gender neutral reader, GN Reader, Masc Reader, Reader-Insert, Blood and Injury, Meet-Cute, Hurt/Comfort, CEO/Secretary, Fluff and Humor, Kidnapping, Light Angst, Adult/Minor, Polyamory, Flirting, Awkward Flirting, Panic Attacks, Jason Todd Has PTSD, Age Difference, the authors overuse of coffee
source https://archiveofourown.org/works/45949963
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