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You remembered the first time.

It had been premeditated. Discussion after discussion had been had over a series of days, weeks, with reassurances and doubts being aired, and not a single thing left out. 

Jason had been noticeably anxious. 

You knew of some of his past, the little that he had shared; living in a struggling household, his rocky time on the streets before being adopted by Mr. Wayne, and his death and resurrection. He had been exposed to things no young child should ever see or experience. 

You had known that as the Red Hood, he was very respectful of the sex workers in his territory; to any sex worker in general. On the other side of the coin, he was brutal and merciless when it came to rapists and sex traffickers. It was part of his code, part of who he was, in and out of the costume.

Most personal of all, was the quiet admission of his fears. 

His fear of being so much bigger than you, stronger than you. That he could hurt you. That he could lose control somehow, and you wouldn’t be able to stop him. He was always afraid of becoming irredeemable in yet another loved one’s eyes. 

So, the first time had been gentle.

It was slow, and so careful. Jason had watched you like a hawk, observing your reactions, listening to your words and the layers behind them. Made sure you were comfortable and taken care of first before he even thought about removing his own clothes. 

He had kept his touch light, his lips brushing your skin, his hands ghosting down your curves. 

You were three orgasms in before he finally gave into your pleas for his cock inside you. You were wet and dripping, and while he sported the thickest cock you had ever seen, it had been a smooth entry in. Even then, the pace was slow, sweet, almost hesitant. 

“Please, baby…” You moaned a complaint, hands fisting the sheets as he torturously drew out each thrust. “M-More, I can take it…”

“I know, I know.” Jason mouthed at your throat, tongue lapping at the sensitive skin. His brow was furrowed in concentration, sweat beading at his hairline and tugging his bangs down. Every muscle in his body was tense, controlled. Afraid to even breathe wrong. “Let me— Fuck, you’re so warm and wet— Just let me take care of you first, please, please.”

It was like Jason had thought he didn’t deserve to be inside you, to make love to you.

By the end, when the both of you were left gasping for air and the scent of sex permeating the room, Jason had let out a subtle sigh of relief that nothing had gone wrong, one he had thought you didn’t notice. 

But you did. 

And you? You didn’t want that to be the norm.

You wanted him. 

You craved for more, knew he was able and willing and just as desperate, if the pained expression on his face and the throbbing of his cock inside you had been any indication. 

You’ve wanted Jason since the first time you saw him in the flesh, decked out in the Red Hood attire where the mesh of his shirt clung to every crevice of his abs and hugged his mouthwatering pecs like clingwrap. 

You’ve wanted Jason since the time he slammed one of his thick thighs into the throat of your would-be assaulter, then stood up and towered over you like an avenging angel. 

You’ve wanted Jason since you first met him at the grocery store, his shy and awkward smile tugging at one of the scars on his handsome face as he grabbed a bottle of sauce on the top shelf for you. 

You’ve wanted him from the start, and that desire had never waned. It just meant you had to be the proactive one, to show him it was okay, that you were willing and ready and eager.

And the times after, with weeks of reassurance and pleading and temptation? 

They were everything you dreamed of.

With more familiarity, more proof that you were genuinely enjoying being with him and that nothing he was doing was hurting you, Jason became more proactive. Less tense. 

He let himself enjoy the moment, his broad shoulders relaxed under your grip, your hooked thighs around his hips as he fucked you into the newly bought bed you two had picked together last week. 

“Please, please…” You gasped, arms wrapped around his shoulders, your nails digging into his back as he rutted into you. A high-pitched whine left your throat as he ground his pelvis against you, putting pressure at your sensitive clit. “J-Jay, oh god!”

“Yeah?” Jason panted above you, his hot breaths bringing you little relief from the heat in your cheeks. “God, you’re gorgeous. Like a dream, baby. Fuck…” 

He gripped your thighs, his fingers leaving white imprints on your skin as he slammed into you, forcing a deliciously wet squelch from your pussy. “So wet, just for me…”

“Always, always for you,” you sobbed, consumed by the feeling of his cock stretching you open and rubbing up against the best spots. 

Skin sliding against skin, pelvis against pelvis, his lips obsessed with yours. The faint taste of cigarettes on his tongue, the cologne you bought him as a birthday present, the scent of sweat and sex on the new sheets you got— it all went to your head, leaving you on the precipice of paradise. “You feel so good, so big and thick, fuck me...!”

“Fuck, fuck, fuck…” Jason repeated under his breath with each roll of his hips, eyes blown out with only a thin ring of turquoise left, mesmerized by the sight of you. Your hair in disarray, your skin glistening, the noises that left your swollen lips every time he slid back inside. “Baby— I’m close, I. Fuck..!”

You threw your head back as you orgasmed again, your noises so lewd and filthy that Jason’s hips stuttered and pressed up as close as humanly possible. His cock jerked inside you, twitching with each release inside the condom while you squeezed him for every last drop.

He collapsed on top of you, smothering you with his mass, and you let out a sigh of pure content as he languidly peppered you with kisses. 

“So good…” You praised with a blissed out smile, chest rising up and down as you tried to regain your breath. Sex was so much better when both parties were willing and enthusiastic. “Mmm, that was so good, Jay. You’re amazing, you know that?”

“Yeah?” Jason smiled indulgently as he propped himself up on his elbows, boxing you in between his impressive biceps. You could practically see his ego preening from the praise. “My pleasure, sweetheart. You’re the amazing one here, letting someone like me touch you like this.”

You couldn’t help but give him an exaggerated one-over, eyeing his pecs and all the way down his abdominals to where he was still connected to you. “Other way around, honey. I’m the one blessed with such a hot boyfriend.”

Jason only shook his head, blushing shyly despite having just blown your back out. “If you say so.”

You sighed happily and looped your arms around his neck to bring him down for a kiss. 

With times like these, it made you hopeful for the future of your relationship.

Now, two years and two decades later, those days felt so far away.

Jason carefully unwrapped the bandage around your calf and peered at the stitches. “...Looks good,” he commented quietly. “Any pain? Tightness?”

“A little tight, but otherwise fine,” you replied, flexing your leg to test out the pull. 

It had been three weeks since you had found yourself in the future. Three weeks since you trudged through an abandoned Gotham, and found yourself face to face with Batman. A red Batman. 

Jason himself. 

Older, wiser, colder. More grizzled, more ruthless. Face finely lined with life’s hardships, carved into his skin like brandings.

He had mistaken you for an intruder and shot at you, clipping your leg. 

It, admittedly, had not been a great reunion.

You were somewhat traumatized, and he was just as if not more traumatized by the experience.

Though the wound promised to be a permanent reminder, it was healing well, given the care your boyfriend had tended to you with once he realized it was you. 

Not only had Jason carried you to the Asylum after you had lost consciousness, but he had also cleaned the wound and stitched it up. The wrapping technique was something that Mr. Pennyworth had taught him, back when he had been Robin.

It softened your heart to know your boyfriend was so attentive to you while you were hurt.

Though, as you watched him stare at the stitches with a guilty look in his eyes, you knew it was repentance that largely fueled his behavior. 

“...You know I don’t blame you, right?” You said after a few moments of silence. “You were just doing your job.”

“And if I had done my job, you would’ve been dead,” Jason responded, eyes dull. “I would’ve killed you without ever knowing it had been you.”

“You didn’t,” you said softly, cupping his face so he would look at you. “I know you wouldn’t have done it if you knew it was me.”

Jason clenched his eyes, and exhaled through his nostrils. “...You shouldn’t be making excuses for me,” he said with a harsh breath. “I know what I did: I shot my own girlfriend. Someone I claim to love. I’m the kind of guy I wouldn’t have hesitated taking out when I was Red Hood.”

“But you missed. It only clipped me.”

“I missed on purpose. It was a scare tactic to get you to stop, which makes it that much worse.”

“Baby,” you said forcefully, tapping your thumbs on his cheeks so he would reluctantly open his eyes to look at you. “Stop blaming yourself. It happened, and it wasn’t great, but I’m alive. You’re alive. We’re fine.” You leaned your forehead against his. “We’re okay.”

“Are we?” Jason whispered, eyes half-lidded with a faraway gaze. “Am I? Sometimes I wonder if I’ve really lost my mind. There’s no way a fuck-up like me would get lucky like this.”

He had said it with so much surety in his voice that you couldn’t help but flinch. 

He softly squeezed your calf, watching it squish in his hand. “I can’t believe you still let me touch you, after I had hurt you,” Jason quietly marveled. “I…can’t believe in a lot of things, these days.”

You watched him with a heavy weight in your stomach. 

It was only recently that Jason had finally been convinced of your existence, and not a hallucination that had been haunting him for the last two decades. Your heart ached when thinking of the years where he had no one but a dream to keep him company.

It was what motivated you to forgive him so quickly. Despite the years that separated you two, you knew Jason still loved you. Loved you so much his broken mind dreamt you up to stave away the loneliness.

How could you hold anything against him?

“Won’t you at least believe me when I say it’s okay?” You suggested. “I don’t hold this against you, Jay. I ran, you chased. It’s not my fault for being shot, and it’s not your fault that you didn’t know it was me.”

Jason looked unconvinced, however.

“I’ll…I’ll make it up to you,” Jason promised, voice hoarse, and leaned down to brush his lips against your knee. He then picked up a fresh roll of bandages and wrapped your leg up. “Somehow, someway.”

You only smiled and caressed his face, heart warm as he leaned into your palm like he couldn’t get enough.

It wasn’t as if he wasn’t already doing everything he could. He took care of the food, took care of your injuries, and even took care of you with him in Arkham, though the last point wasn’t as pleasant, what with it being Arkham. 

Every morning, despite your leg being almost healed, Jason would carry you in his arms to breakfast. Even though you had a wheelchair, which you then graduated to a cane, he still insisted on mitigating any damage done to your recovery. And every meal after came the same ritual.

Secretly though, you wondered if he just enjoyed having you in his arms again. Your weight, your body heat, the cheap soap you had been using. All of it was a confirmation that you were real.

It wasn’t as if you didn’t enjoy it yourself. Jason was strong, and him being so chivalrous was just another reason for you to be in love. You usually took advantage of such closeness by kissing his cheek and clinging to him, delighting in the blushes and shy smiles he gave in return.

He had even grabbed you several packs of menstrual supplies from the city when you had mentioned needing some soon, of which you were eternally grateful for. Synthesized some painkillers and antibiotics too. 

Considering the bleak circumstances and limited resources, Jason was going above and beyond in taking care of you.

It, admittedly, made you feel off-balanced.

The only thing you were doing these days was cleaning the library and watching the city’s camera systems. Not very exciting or useful to him. 

Maybe there was something you could do in turn?

So, over the next few days, you thought about what you could do.

There was no point in making Arkham more ‘livable.’ The place was built upon misery and cursed soils—or so the Gotham myth went— and every new renovation Mr. Wayne had poured his money into had only made things worse somehow. 

You wondered if you could go out into the city to go ‘shopping.’ Well, looting would be the more apt term. Was it still looting if the businesses had been long abandoned and there was no longer an economy in the city?

In any case, maybe you could find something Jason would want. 

Maybe clothes? Perhaps another Gotham Knights shirt like the one you had been wearing as pajamas, or maybe a new compression shirt that would better fit his massive chest… 

Hm.

You paused while brushing your hair for the night, sat in bed while Jason whittled new arrows for his crossbow at the desk. You turned to focus your attention on him. 

More specifically, at his upper torso.

Maybe you were a little too preoccupied with this part of your boyfriend’s body, but…how did they get bigger? They had already been huge handfuls back in your time, and it was something you had always paid special appreciation to because. 

Well. 

Jason was hot. Him as the Red Hood was hot. Mouth-watering-ly so. 

Tall. Muscular, with broad shoulders and a trim waist. Thick thighs, long legs. Big biceps, big hands. A walking wet dream.

You remembered scrolling through Feddit sometimes, and seeing the Gotham Vigilantes Sightings Feddit talk about how he was the very definition of a dark romance male lead. Lethal and strong, but protected women and children. 

It was something you— despite teasing Jason for fitting the stereotype— loved reading to see what people were saying about your boyfriend.

A lot of Gothamites had agreed that Red Hood had the best pecs to rival Batman’s, though the best posterior belonged to Nightwing, of course.

Shouldn’t being in a post-apocalyptic city make it harder to get the necessary protein for Jason’s physique? Or was it because you two were in a post-apocalyptic city with access to a 3D meat printer that they were so big?

Something to ponder about…

You had been so busy staring at the swell of his chest that you didn’t notice Jason had finished making his arrows, and was observing you back with amusement in his eyes.

“Babe,” Jason called out, snapping you out of your thoughts. “Something you want to say?”

You opened your mouth, paused, then not-so-subtly wiped away the drool gathering at the corner of your lips. “...No.”

Definitely got nothing to say about his body. Nope.

Jason quirked a brow. “You sure? You seemed focused on something,” he hinted, his gaze glancing down at himself before looking back at you. “If you’re staring because you’re trying to tell me you want me in bed, then by all means, I’ll get in bed.”

You couldn’t help but raise your brows at his particular usage of language. 

Oh, were the two of you playing that kind of game? You hadn’t expected it, to be honest. Older Jason was so unused to affection still, and you had been doing your best to acclimate him back to a more handsy relationship.

This? This, you were wholeheartedly on board with.

“You know you’re always welcome in our bed,” you teased, your fingers sliding across the starchy sheets as a clear invitation.

Jason’s cheeks reddened at the implications, endearing for a man of his age, and he shyly glanced to the side. “I— Well, I’m…just want to make sure,” he said, stumbling over a word here and there. “I don’t want to. Make you uncomfortable.”

“Why would you make me uncomfortable?” You asked, confused.

His gaze slid to your leg, and it clicked. 

With a sigh, you patted the bed. “Come here, honey.”

Jason was slow to obey, but as reluctant as he was, he had yet to go against anything you asked for. He took a seat on the edge of the bed, keeping his head bowed.

You couldn’t help but compare him to his younger self. How he was always so afraid of rejection, and yet kept expecting it. Even with you. Maybe especially with you, because he trusted you with his heart, and that was the scariest thing of all.

Sitting up, you got up on your knees and rested on his back with your arms around his shoulders.

“You’ve made sure time and time again that I’m comfortable,” you gently reassured him. “How can I not be? You’re doing so much to take care of me.”

“That’s the bare minimum,” Jason mumbled, hands gripped together in his lap. “I’m just trying to do right by you. I can't waste this second chance.”

“And you are doing right by me,” you reassured, brushing your lips on his cheek. “But you’re allowed to be comfortable, too. It shouldn’t just be me.”

“Do I seem uncomfortable?” Jason hesitantly asked, brows furrowed.

Instead of answering him, you placed your hands on his shoulders. Felt how tense they were, like granite that had long forgotten how to be soft. And you began to knead.

Jason inhaled sharply, his whole body stiff from the unexpected pressure. You had to really put in the effort to feel his muscles give way under your grip, using some of your weight to help.

Slowly, Jason relaxed. His shoulders slumped, his head bowed. His expansive back curved forward, allowing you to rest on him while you worked out the knots in his muscles.

And then, he let out a low, appreciative groan.

The sound reverberated throughout his body, reaching you too, and you bit your lip to hold back your own noise. “Do you feel better?” You asked instead.

“Yeah…” Jason let out a relieved sigh, tilting his head to see you with half-lidded eyes. “That…That feels great, baby. Thank you. I didn’t realize how tense I was.” 

You smiled, pleased, and kissed the back of his neck, smiling wider when you saw him subtly shiver from the touch. “I’m glad. You know I would do anything for you.”

“Yeah?” He hummed, distracted by your hands on him.

“Mhmm…” Feeling a tad mischievous, you dragged your hands over his shoulders and down onto his pecs, giving them a squeeze. “How about this? Does this feel good?”

His breath hitched, and you eagerly drank in the sight of the heavy blush on his face and the light dusting of red at his ears. “U-Um…I— Yeah. Yeah, that. Feels good, too.”

The way he stumbled over his words was reminiscent of your first time with him, twenty-two years ago. It brought back such fond feelings in your heart that it warmed the rest of your body too, and you unconsciously began to rub your thighs together behind him.

“Is this okay..?” You breathed against his ear, watching him shiver from your hot breath. Your hands squeezed his chest again, the excess spilling out between each finger.

“I’m— Oh!” Jason lightly gasped as your fingertip found his right nipple, and you slowly circled it until it hardened underneath his shirt. “B-Baby, you…” 

He gripped his knees in an attempt to center himself, but there was still a subtle tremble to his person.

“If you don’t want it, Jay, I won’t push. But…” You trailed off as you lay your lips against his neck, your tongue peeking out to give kitten licks at the edge of the very distinctive scar across his throat. “I just want to make you happy.”

“You do,” Jason answered immediately, voice breathy. His heartbeat was fast under your tongue. “You make me so happy. I…” He ducked his head. “I just…didn’t think I deserved this. With you.”

“You always deserve my love, don’t ever doubt that,” you affirmed softly. “Do you want me to keep going? We can stop—”

“No!” Jason blurted out, cheeks red. He clenched his eyes, his knuckles white from gripping his knees. “I…I want it. I want you. Just, um…” 

He swallowed, Adam’s apple bobbing almost violently from the motion. 

“It’s…been a while,” he confessed reluctantly. It looked like it physically pained him with the way he shrunk away from you in shame. “Twenty years, you know? I don’t want to…to disappoint you.”

“Oh, honey…” You whispered, before leaning in to nuzzle your cheek on his hair.

You didn’t want to get lost in the what-ifs. If Jason had maybe found someone else right after the Joker Toxin and lost himself in them due to grief. If he had ever wrung one out to the daydream of you he had created. If he truly hadn’t indulged even once since the two of you had been together.

Right now, all that mattered was making sure he felt good, and that he knew you loved him.

“We better make up for lost time then, hm?” You hummed with a slow, easygoing smile.

“Baby…” Jason whispered, eyes misty. He turned around to capture your lips with his, his tongue asking for entrance without a second’s wait. 

You opened your mouth at the same time as you squeezed his chest again, and he let out an open-mouthed whimper into the kiss.

The sound did something to you; having this much control over a powerful man like him was heady. Addictive. You were soaking wet from it. Knowing you had Jason’s trust over his body, his heart, was beyond humbling. You wouldn't ever squander such a priceless thing.

You were going to worship every inch of your man.

The kiss grew more heated; more aggressive. The longer it went on, the more Jason grew comfortable. Confident. To the point where his tongue wrapped around yours, his lips loosely pressed to your lips as drool leaked from the corners of your whimpering mouth. 

Jason bowed his back, his large hands coming to rest at your hips and giving them a squeeze, forcing a muffled moan from you when you felt his fingertips dig into the softness of your ass. 

He then pulled you close, lifting you and placing you in his lap where you straddled his thick thighs.

“J-Jay…” You whimpered, your face hot from his touch and the way he stole the air from your lungs. 

The way it was so effortless for him to move you around like that? 

It was so unfairly sexy.

“Is this okay?” Jason rasped, eyes blown out with only a thin ring of turquoise left. His thumbs caressed the top of your hips, close to your sensitive sides, and you shivered from the ticklish feeling, your back arching instinctively.

“More than okay,” you confirmed as you licked his excess saliva from your lips. “You’re doing so good, baby.”

The praise did more than you thought it would: Jason’s cheeks were stained red from how hard he was blushing, and the way he was pressed against you? You felt every inch of his erection straining in his pants.

“Yeah?” Jason’s question was more breath than word, his chest heaving with each inhale and exhale. 

Biting your lip, you reached out and took hold of them again in your hands, and his lips with yours. “God, you’re so perfect,” you said into the kiss, ignoring the way his facial hair scratched at the sensitive skin of your face. “How did I get so lucky with you?”

You felt him shudder at the compliments, and he slowly, hesitantly, rocked his hips up. Your moan synchronized with his as he put more pressure at your clothed cunt, his erection nudging right at your clit. 

Parting away with one more kiss, you ducked down to latch onto his neck with your teeth, nibbling softly and tenderly licking the spot after. 

“F-Fuck…” Jason panted, his hands gripping at your sides. 

You felt the heat of his palms through your thin shirt, then on your bare skin as he placed his hands under your shirt, encircling your waist and brushing against the bottom of your ribs. They felt like a brand, searing into your skin, and you welcomed them wholeheartedly. 

“Touch me more,” you pleaded against his neck, sucking at the spot after with a wet ‘plop.’ 

You hoped to leave a bruise there; you wanted to claim him again after all these years.

Jason’s breathing stuttered at the request, his hands reflexively squeezing. Then, at a snail’s pace— yet progress all the same— he slid them up. 

The tough callouses on his hands scratched at you, but it didn’t hurt. Well, maybe a little, but all it did was light up the nerves in his wake, goosebumps rising from his touch.

There was only so much of you he could caress going up, so the moan you let out when his hot hands engulfed your breasts was to be expected. Your nipples were hard against his palms, and with every little movement, his callouses scratched at the sensitive buds, and your pussy clenched.

“Fuck, you’re gorgeous…” Jason uttered, entranced as he watched you all but writhe in his lap. 

His thumbs played with your nipples, circling them like you had teased him just minutes before, leaving you a whimpering mess.

“J-Jay…!” You cried out as your whole body shuddered with what you assumed to be a dry orgasm, except nothing was dry about you. 

You felt hot, with sweat dotting your forehead. You were sure if you looked down, you would see that you had drenched through your panties and your sweatpants, perhaps even seeping through Jason’s pants as well with how wet you were. 

Gasping a moan at the thought, you rubbed yourself on his erection, more than pleased when you felt it twitch and throb in response. 

Jason let out a ragged breath, and his hands abandoned your breasts to wrap his arms around you, holding you in place as he ground his cock up at your clothed slit, finding friction where he could.

A breathless yelp left your lips as you threw your head back, wanting nothing more than to do away with the layers of clothes between you and feel every vein on his thick shaft against your pussy. 

“Please…” You panted, your hazy eyes meeting his blown out ones. “Please, Jay, I need you so bad.”

Jason’s eyes fluttered as he let out a groan, his hips continuing to rock up against you. “Baby. God, it’s been so long, I-I…” His breathing quickened, while his arms around you tensed up.

You saw the incoming signs. You had dated this man for two years, after all. Seen him at his lowest and highest points. You knew the tells.

And instead of being disappointed, it just turned you on even more. 

You did this to him. You turned him into this blushing mess of a man. You made the Red Hood— Batman so hard in his pants for you that he was visibly trembling in an effort to hold himself back.

Licking your lips, you placed your hands behind you on his big thighs for balance, and rolled your hips ceaselessly into him in some semblance of penetration. 

You rode his lap, rubbing your clothed cunt right on the damp spot of his pants with enough weight put behind it that you hoped, in your insatiable mind, that your clothes would tear and his cock would stretch you open.

“Fuck!” Jason shouted, his hands flying to your hips and holding them down as he bent his back. His grip was bruising-ly tight, the veins in his arms bulging against his skin as every muscle in his body stiffened with tremors.

“Mmm…” You hummed in appreciation, more than pleased. 

You felt his cock throb with each spurt of cum he released, your hips held so close that it may as well have been creaming inside your pussy. What you wouldn’t do to lick it all up.

Seconds slowly passed, and Jason carefully released all the tension in his body, muscles relaxing now that his orgasm had finished. His next exhale was forceful, his hot breath becoming a nice breeze for your sweat-drenched skin.

“You’re so beautiful, Jay,” you praised, leaning close to kiss his cheek. “You did so good for me, baby.”

Despite the blush that persisted on his face, his expression was anything but happy like yours.

“Fuck, I…I’m sorry,” Jason gritted out, head bowed and gaze lowered. He looked embarrassed. “I didn’t mean to- to blow it so soon. I wanted to last longer for you. We didn’t even get to—”

“Honey, no,” you immediately spoke up, your hands cupping his face. His gaze strayed to the side, not wanting to see your disappointment. “I wanted you to cum. You needed the release.” 

You brushed your lips on his. “We have so much time together to indulge. Don’t think of it like it’s the end. We’re just getting started.”

Even if he was forty-two now, Jason was in the best shape of his life. His body was solid muscle, lightly padded with what little fat he had. There was no way his refractory period would be long.

He had also spent those twenty years alone, broken and clinging onto the mission as his only reason for living. No one to love him, and no one for him to love.

You were going to do everything you could to make up for those twenty years.

Jason didn’t look quite convinced, but the line of tension in his shoulders did lessen. He glanced shyly at you, his beautiful turquoise eyes lightly lined with crow’s feet. “Yeah?” He whispered, hope laced in his voice.

You smiled warmly. “Of course. And hey…” Your expression turned mischievous. “Mind letting go for now? I suddenly have the urge to do something.”

Confused, Jason looked down and realized his hands were still latched onto your hips. He let go, and blanched at the bleach-white imprint he had left behind. “Oh god, that’s going to bruise. I’m so sorry—”

“Shh, baby.” You distracted him with another open-mouthed kiss, and leaned your forehead on his. “It’s okay.”

“I hurt you again—” He began to argue.

“Just more proof I’m real, and that this is real, too,” you stated confidently, matter-of-fact. “Besides, I like being marked by you.”

His horror softened into a fragile joy, one that took years off his face and reminded you of his twenty-year old self. 

“Yeah, you’re real…” The relief in his voice was palpable. “You’re real, and you’re here, with me. In my arms.”

 His Adam’s apple bobbed in his throat and his gaze sharpened, focused. 

“I love you. I want you,” he confessed strongly. “All of you. In whatever way you’d let me, in whatever capacity you’d give me. I’ll take anything.”

Grinning, you nuzzled your nose against his. “Didn’t I already say I’d give you everything?” You said teasingly. “Now, hands off.”

Jason obeyed, watching you as you stood up from his lap, only to inhale sharply when you knelt down on your knees. “Baby, you don’t have to—”

“Jason, I need your cock in my mouth and your cum on my tongue so badly right now, do not even try to stop me,” you said almost feverishly, hands already reaching for his waistband. “Please. I want to blow you so badly that I’m drooling.”

His mouth hung slightly open at your brazen confession, his breathing quickening with every second to match the redness of his cheeks. 

“...I was gonna say you should at least put a pillow on the floor,” he croaked, throat dry.

Oh yeah, your leg was still technically healing, even though it was scabbed over. 

Grabbing one of the pillows off of the bed— they were more like bean bags and weren’t the most comfortable, as expected of Arkham Asylum— you knelt on top of it and then, with a dramatic inhale, parted Jason’s thighs. 

They were so big and thick that they could engulf your head, and you knew without a doubt that he could crush you between them in an instant if he so desired. 

Which. You kind of desired. A lot.

Being suffocated by his thighs was not a bad way to go.

Swallowing your excess saliva, you glanced up at Jason’s consternated expression as your fingers tip-tapped their way to the hem of his compression shirt, and you slowly lifted it up to his navel, showing his mighty abdominal build and the veins that led down his pelvis. They trailed underneath his dark body hair, interrupted by the occasional scar—some familiar and some new— and disappeared beneath the waistband of his pants.

“You are so hot,” you couldn’t help but confess. “How are you this perfect? So gorgeous and strong and handsome.” 

Jason held a hand to his face, like he wanted to hide his embarrassment. “B-Babe, I’m…I’m old, and a mess. You don’t have to sing my praises to get into my pants.”

“You’ll get my praises regardless because you’re my beautiful boyfriend,” you said, standing your ground. “And besides, who said I didn’t like older men? You aged like fine wine, baby, and I want,” you licked your lips, “to drink you up.”

Jason stared down at you in disbelief, and a little bit of awe and love. “You’re shameless…” He murmured. 

And yet, your brazen words seemed to have done the trick, because he gradually relaxed. Let himself enjoy the sensations, the heavy arousal in the atmosphere, your forward advances. Let himself fall back on old habits, dusting off the muscle memory. 

Let himself want.

A smirk slowly grew on his face, one reminiscent of when he was much younger. He placed a hand on your head, and with only the barest of efforts, pushed you down towards his crotch.

“Get to it then, sweetheart. You gotta ‘make it up to me,’ right?” Jason said with a low voice, eyes half-lidded.

There he was.

Your Jason.

Swallowing your drool, you bent close and kissed his lower abdomen, his body hair lightly tickling your lips. Beginning from just below his navel, you slowly worked your way down, kissing and licking, and occasionally nibbling enough to leave a small red mark.

The smell of him was strong, especially after an orgasm. Musky and salty with a slight tang. It made your mouth water. Activated some primitive part of your brain that only cared about getting railed. Especially with the knowledge that he ejaculated so easily because of you.

Grabbing at his waistband, you pulled it down, revealing more dark hair until his cock was finally unveiled. 

It was only somewhat erect again, not even halfway, but it was absolutely coated in a layer of semi-translucent white. Even in its half-awakened state, Jason’s cock was still nice and thick; a darker neutral pink compared to his paler skin tone elsewhere. 

Your heart was going crazy with arousal.

Jason wasn’t the only one who needed the release. You had been aching for something to ease the tension and stress of your situation.

Noticing you had yet to move, however, Jason began to fidget, his left hand digging into the bedsheets. “I…Give me a few minutes, and I should be good to go again.” 

Erect or flaccid, Jason’s cock was beautiful, and you were going to uphold your promise.

With your face held close, you licked a long strip up the side, moaning at the slightly bitter taste. 

So familiar, yet a little different. More neutral than it used to be. A steady, no-nonsense diet must’ve cut out most of the bitterness you were used to.

Jason shuddered above you, and his hand unconsciously pushed you closer until your nose was buried in his pubic hair. “F-Fuck, I’m still sensitive…!” 

“That’s perfect,” you mumbled into the delicate skin, your lips suckling in the loose skin as you made your way down to his tip, which you then took into your mouth to lick around like a lollipop.

A deep groan reverberated into the air as Jason threw his head back, eyes clenched shut. “Y-Your mouth, it’s— Fuck, it’s so warm and wet. I almost thought I had forgotten how it felt.”

Humming in appreciation, you swallowed the excess cum that covered his cock, and then, inch by inch, took him deeper into your mouth. It twitched against your tongue, doing so again when it rested near the back of your throat. 

You could hear Jason’s ragged breathing, see how tense his thighs were on either side of your head, felt the weight of his palm on top of your hair that barely held back the urge to slam you down until his tip was firmly lodged in your throat.

And then you hollowed your cheeks and sucked, enveloping his sensitive shaft on all sides with warm, wet, and coiling motions.

“Fuck!” Came Jason’s yell, his hips jerking innately to thrust deeper into something so inviting. You moaned around his cock, eyes sliding shut as you rested your head on one of his thighs, letting him use your mouth. 

You could feel him slowly but irrefutably harden up again, blood filling every crevice in his length, going so far as to start blocking the back of your throat. Jason was a big man, after all, and that was true for every part of his body. Big shoulders, big arms, big thighs. 

Big cock.

Already, he was stretching your lips wide, reminiscent of how he used to stretch your pussy out, and the more stiff he was, the harder it was to breathe. What little air you could breathe was completely overrun with the scent of him, filling your head and leaving you dizzy. 

You loved it.

With a quivering inhale, you went all the way down, taking him in completely until your nose was flush against his hair.

“Oh fuck…” Jason breathed out, abdomen clenching tight as he struggled to rein himself in. His hand gripped your head, fingers entangled in your hair. “This— I remember this…Mmm, yeah, you like it a bit rough when you’re on your knees for me.” 

“Mhm,” you hummed your answer, face red and gaze hazy the longer you went without taking in a breath. His cock twitched deep in your throat and you instinctively swallowed around it, reveling in Jason’s answering groan.

“Yeah?” Jason watched you with a focus that bordered on obsessive, a fine layer of sweat dotting his forehead. “You’re really going to sit there and suffocate on my dick if it means it makes me happy?”

You bobbed your head, moving back just enough to inhale through your nostrils, before deepthroating him again. You lazily looped your arms around his hips, using his thighs as a resting place as you stared up at him through half-lidded eyes. 

You were more than content to warm his cock with your mouth, even with your panties sticking to your drenched lower lips. 

Jason’s hand in your hair relaxed its grip, and he petted you instead. “What a good girl you are,” he murmured, “but you’re not the only one who wants a taste.” 

And with great reluctance, he gently but firmly pushed you off, his cock leaving your lips with a wet ‘plop.’

Gasping your first real breath in minutes, you couldn’t help but pout up at him, lips red. “I said I wanted to blow you,” you insisted, only for him to shake his head.

“Don’t be so selfish, sweetheart,” Jason mockingly scolded you with a smile.

Before you could even come up with a retort, he lifted you from the floor and gently threw you onto the bed, your back meeting the somewhat firm mattress with an ‘oomph.’ Then, a breeze hit your legs as Jason tugged down your sweatpants, leaving you in your panties.

“God…” Jason sounded hoarse, his eyes trained on the apex of your thighs. “Look at how wet you are.”

Oh.

Oh.

Biting your lip, you spread your legs for him, giving him an ample view of how transparent the fabric was from your ample arousal. He leaned in on his hands to get a better look, close enough for you to hook your legs over his shoulders and bring him close, face-to-pussy.

“Is this what you wanted, Jay?” You asked teasingly. 

Instead of answering, Jason buried his face into your panties and inhaled deeply, his broad nose bumping into your clit and sending little sparks into you. 

And then his tongue glued itself against your folds through the fabric, top to bottom, making you arch your back with a breathless gasp. Even just the heat from his tongue had you shuddering. “Oh my god, please, please!”

You felt his hot breath hit you as he chuckled at your reaction. “‘Please,’ what?” Jason asked, glancing up at you from between your legs.

You bit your lip. The sight of him was mouth-wateringly gorgeous. “Please…please eat me out.”

There was a flash of white, a glimpse of his wide grin, and then his hands gripped your thighs and held you down as he took hold of the thin material of your panties between his teeth, and with a jerk of his head, ripped them off in one go. 

And then came the immediate heat. 

His lips firmly attached to your pussy. His undulating tongue. His drool mixing with your copious amount of juices. His nose bumping against your sensitive clit with every lick.

Your hands flew to his head, fingers tugging at his short hair as you rolled your hips into his face with a wanton moan. “Oh! Oh- Jay- Mmm!”

The noises coming from between your legs were obscene. 

Wet and lewd and enthusiastic. 

Jason ate you out like he was starving, and seemed more than happy to let you trap him there, with your heels digging into his upper back as you clenched your thighs around his head. 

It was seconds, minutes, hours. Eternal paradise with your man between your legs.

Your breathing was erratic, fast and heavy like your heart beating away inside your ribcage. Your hands left his hair to travel up to your breasts, squeezing the soft flesh and pinching your hard nipples to elevate your own pleasure. 

God, you were so wound up, your abdomen tensing in the best of ways, the pressure growing more and more, aching deep inside you—

Then you felt them: Jason’s fingers. 

Two of them, thick and long, gliding into your wet pussy as his mouth closed around your clit. He sucked fiercely while thrusting his hand, at the same time as when you tugged at your nipples. 

Your whole body seized up, back arched, head thrown back onto the bed, thighs clamped around his head and your hands going down to keep him in place as you came with a wrecked moan. 

Your pussy spasmed around his fingers, clenching and gripping, begging for cum that it couldn’t give. Each tremor throughout your body was accompanied by a rush of vibrating nerves, followed by a delicious soreness that you had so desperately craved.

It was moments later that you finally forced yourself to relax, gasping for air while your legs hung uselessly over your boyfriend’s shoulders. 

Twenty years and this man still knew how to eat pussy.

You felt movement below you, and you peered down to see Jason lift his head up.

His entire lower face was glistening with your juices, including the tip of his nose which had done the most to abuse your little clit. 

He licked his lips as cleanly as he could, then placed a delicate kiss on your inner thigh while keeping his gaze on you, pupils blown. 

“So fucking beautiful,” Jason said, voice so low that it sounded like he was purring. “Tastes just like how I remember: so warm and creamy. Fuck…” 

“J-Jay, I— Oh!” You gasped as he spread his fingers; the fingers he hadn’t taken out. 

They rubbed upwards, massaging that special spot that had you squeezing tight. “Ah! N-Not so rough!” You whimpered, though the way you were arching your hips to take them deeper belied your words.

Which was something Jason noticed, as seen by the smirk on his face. 

“Really? I thought my girl liked that,” he idly remarked, his fingers diving deep inside you, each time accompanied with a wet sopping sound. “She was asking for something bigger than these two fingers a while ago. Did she change her mind?”

Your mouth began to water at the thought.

“N-No…” You answered weakly. “I want it, I want it..!”

Jason slowly smiled. “Yeah? What a good girl you are, begging so nicely.” 

His fingers sped up, going from rubbing to full on thrusting inside you, while his thumb pressed down on your oversensitive clit, forcing a shout from you. 

Your thighs clamped down on his hand, your earlier tremors coming back with a vengeance as he pushed you beyond sensitive, and your whole body moved with the force of his fingers.

Your next orgasm came in an instant.

“Jay!” You screamed, voice breaking. Your pussy clenched again, taut with each wet gush it released, drenching his hand and dampening the bedsheets below. 

Nerves lit. Body trembling. Mind blank.

Pure bliss.

As you slowly came back to yourself, you could hear him chuckling. 

“Still got it,” Jason said, smug.

You weakly slapped at his arm, unable to reach anything else. “Mean…” You pouted, though you were sure your teary eyes were all but worshiping him. “Tease…”

Jason conceded, amused. “All right, all right…” 

He sat up on his knees, and from between your legs, you saw one of his hands slowly stroking his fully erect cock from the waistband of his pants. “This what you want?” 

You couldn’t move your eyes away if you wanted to. 

Big, thick, and girthy, with a large vein running up on the side to a rosy tip that was already leaking pre-cum. 

Sinfully silky skin pulling to-and-fro with each stroke of his palm. It looked average-sized in his hand, but compared to you? It was a monster of a cock that had stretched you open and left you sore countless times. 

Somehow, Jason was even more delectable now at forty-two.

Your pussy quivered just looking at it, and Jason chuckled again, feeling it around his fingers that were still buried deep inside you. “Good answer, baby.”

He slipped them out of you with a lewd ‘pop,’ making you shudder, and licked up the excess moisture. Then, he peeled off his shirt, showing his broad shoulders, buff pecs, and trim waist in all his glorious beauty.

With nothing to hinder him, he crawled up to entrap you between his hands on all fours.

“You really want me?” Jason whispered, gaze focused on you, looking for any signs of discomfort, doubt, or insecurity. 

There was no doubt that he would tuck himself back in the second you showed any hints of wanting to stop.

Your response was to spread your legs wide, and to wrap your arms around his shoulders. 

“Give it to me, Jay,” you pleaded softly, with a heat inside you that couldn’t be doused by anything except his release. Even with two orgasms done, it only fueled your desire for more. “I need you so bad.”

Jason closed his eyes, letting your words run over him, and took a deep breath. He lined himself up with you, his tip gathering all the excess wetness to lubricate himself. 

When he was all but gliding against you without any friction, then, and only then, did he finally press it in. 

Your breath was caught in your throat as you felt the head of his cock push into you, your pussy putting up the barest amount of resistance before it popped inside. Inch by inch, it slowly and steadily stretched you open, and you shuddered out a moan.

“Oh god, yes, I missed this…” You breathed out, legs trembling on either side of him. You could feel the tenseness in his thighs, the amount of control he was exerting as he moved at a snail’s pace. 

It was as much torture as it was a kindness, letting you adjust to his size and him re-familiarizing himself with what you felt like.

It was only when Jason was fully seated inside you that he almost collapsed on top of you; his arms bent close, and he tucked his face next to yours, his lips brushing affectionately across your cheek. 

“Baby…” Jason shakily whispered, his eyes half-lidded and misty. His facial hair lightly scratched at you as he leaned in to kiss you, his tears dotting your face as he did so. 

Blinking out of your daze, you ran your hands through his hair, brushing past the gray and white that decorated the black tresses, and nuzzled him all the while. 

“What’s wrong, honey?” You asked softly, your arousal taking a backseat to concern. “You okay?”

Jason bit back a small sob, and shook his head. 

“Nothing. Nothing’s wrong.” He looked down at you with a tearful smile, one that lightened the lines on his face and had you feeling Deja Vu. “Everything’s perfect now that I have you in my arms again.”

Oh…

God, you were so in love with this man.

Heart warm, you pulled him down for another kiss, uncaring that he was all but smothering you with his bulk. You welcomed his warmth, his weight, his strength as he held himself up enough to not crush you while keeping you close.

You and Jason held each other as the minutes went by, basking in each other’s presence. The fire that had been roaring in your core had simmered down; softened into a warm spark. One that filled you with a peace you had missed, and one Jason had been agonizing for. 

His kisses didn’t cease, his facial hair lightly scratching at you with each brush of his lips, but they were slow. Sensual. Content to just hold you, touch you. 

“I missed this…” Jason whispered into your skin, his nose nudging into the soft of your cheek. “I missed you. All these years without you, and it’s like you never left.” His arms tightened around your waist, and he buried his face into your neck. “I can’t believe I get to have you again, to love you again. What did I do to get this lucky?”

Nothing, you thought. Because he shouldn’t have ever been punished like this.

You thought about what twenty years of loneliness was like. How silent it was. How cold. Empty and monotonous, where nothing changed and nothing stayed.

It only made you hug him closer, wanting to shield him from the world that had always hurt him.

You kissed the top of his head, your hands rubbing his back comfortingly. “You deserve so much, Jay. You deserve to have good things happen to you. I promise.”

“You’re the best thing to have ever happened to me,” Jason mouthed against your neck, his lips kissing at the sensitive spot under your jaw. “I love you. I love you.”

You squeaked at the ticklish sensation, your body squirming from it. And in turn, Jason’s cock twitched inside you, still hard and ready even after having been ignored for several minutes.

You heard Jason swallow, and he placed his hands on the bed to prop himself up. 

It felt warmer in the bedroom, like someone had turned up the fire from a low simmer to a medium-high.

You gazed up at him, your smile warm and knowing, and he returned a similar smile in kind. 

“Ready?” Jason murmured.

“Always for you,” you replied, just as breathy.

With a pleased smile, Jason leaned down to kiss you again. His right hand left the bed to grip your thigh, lifting it up higher on his hip to slot himself better inside you, the tip of his cock rubbing right up at the deepest point. 

Moaning into the kiss, you held onto his shoulders with one hand at the back of his neck, nails scratching into the short hair there as he began a nice and slow rhythm. 

It was a smooth glide, in and out. Every time he pulled back, your pussy gripped every retreating inch, and every time he slammed back in, your body bounced from the force. Friction on friction, nerves lit and alive; it was a familiar dance. 

“Haa…Jay, mm…” You tried not to be too vocal or demanding, wanting him to set whatever pace he wanted, but the way he was driving his cock into your aching cunt was stirring you up, heating the blood under your skin.

“Look— F-Fuck, look at you…” Jason huffed, eyes trained on you even as sweat dripped down his forehead. “Fucking perfect. You fit around my cock so well, baby.”

His praise went to your head, warming your cheeks as you blushed in embarrassment. “J-Jay…Don’t say stuff like— Ah! — like that…”

His gaze narrowed, accepting the challenge. “Like what?” He smiled tauntingly. “That I could drown in your sweet pussy? Should I not talk about how good your body is at taking my cock? Or maybe how wet you were from groping my chest? You little pervert.”

Your face felt so hot from his crass accusations, and yet you could hear how much wetter you were from how loud and lewd his strokes became. “J-Jay!”

“Scream louder, sweetheart, I wanna hear it all,” Jason groaned, his fingers digging into the softness of your thigh as he picked up the pace, his hips slapping against your legs while he bullied his cock into your dripping hole. “You feel like heaven.”

You whimpered helplessly, your nails digging into his back. “Please, please…”

“Please what?” Jason asked breathily, a drop of perspiration landing on your cheek.

“Fuck me…” You whispered, yelping as his cock skimmed at one of your sweet spots inside, and you grew loud with your wants. “Fuck, fuck me! Please! I need it!”

“Yeah, you need me…” Jason groaned, eyes clenched shut from your confession, like your pleas had hurt him in the best of ways. “You want my cock that badly? How much are you gonna beg for it?”

“Yes!” You whined, back arching up to meet him, chest-to-chest. His chest hair scratched at your nipples, sending little pleasurable zings up your spine. “Please, I want you so bad. Fill me up..!”

Jason stiffened, eyes wide and taken aback, but the way his cock throbbed inside you told a different story. “B-Baby, that’s…”

“Please…” You hugged him closer, lips next to his ear. “Don’t you want it? Baby?”

He began to tremble. “I…Of course I do, but…Is it…” He glanced down at you, eyes unsure and full of hope. “Are you…Do you really? Want it?”

You knew you were getting ahead of yourself, losing your reason for fantasy. 

You didn’t belong in this time. You should be finding a way back. There was no future here; no hope for the better.

But you loved this Jason, and it was tempting, and wonderful to dream about, and your head was full of endorphins.

It was a bad idea that you couldn’t help but love.

You molded your body to his, curve-to-curve. “Give me a baby, Jay,” you all but begged into his ear. “I want to give you a family again.”

A full body shudder went through Jason, and he visibly swallowed, his chest heaving up and down while his heart rate quickened under your fingers. 

His eyes, wide and dilated, grew moist with a disbelieving joy that lit the shadows away.

You had never seen him so happy.

His gaze went down to your abdomen, right below your navel, and his hand trembled as he caressed the soft skin there. “A baby…Ours…” He whispered, voice cracking.

You placed your hand on top of his. “Ours,” you softly repeated, solidifying the idea in his mind. 

His cock twitched inside you again, and you let out a small gasp. “P-Please, Jay.”

Jason slowly exhaled, the daydream wiping away from his gaze, and he slowly looked down at you. 

You matched his gaze, brow furrowing in confusion when you felt him begin to pull out.

Before you could utter a question, Jason slammed back into you, sheathing every inch of his girthy cock and leaving you breathless and writhing. 

There was no gentle, slow pace anymore. Jason fucked you hard and fast, your body bouncing from the force of his thrusts. He was relentless on your poor pussy, forcing his way in and stretching you open to take him better.

Your moans grew in volume and pitch, your hands helplessly grasping at his back and shoulders while your legs dangled around his hips, flopping back and forth as he railed you into the bed.

“J-Jay-son— Ah!” You yelped as his hand migrated down to your clit and mercilessly pinched it, your whole body shuddering from the onslaught of sensations. 

It was like ambrosia in your veins, pumping right to your heart, making your head fuzzy, keeping you addicted. 

Jason’s grunts above you matched each thrust, the bed creaking underneath you both from how hard he was going at it. He really was trying to fuck a baby into you, driven by the fantasy just as much as you wanted it. 

You felt it coming from miles away; the tightening in your abdomen, the way your legs were shaking, clamping down around his hips to draw him closer, to take him as deep as you could. Your pussy was already squeezing down on him, and your gasps were loud enough to drown out his noises.

“C-Cumming, cumming..!” You keened, back arched up off the bed so high it was almost painful, your cunt clamping down as the tension broke inside you, releasing wave after wave of delicious endorphins that left you dizzy.

“Fuck…” Jason hissed, his hips stuttering to a stop as your body tried to milk him for more than just a few droplets. He clenched his eyes shut as he staved off his own orgasm, just barely succeeding by gripping the base of his cock.

You were gasping for air, body occasionally twitching as you slowly came down from your high. A dull soreness was starting to settle into your limbs, but as you finally regained your breath, you noticed that Jason hadn’t come yet, and it left you with an odd concoction of dread and anticipation.

He still wanted to keep going? How were you going to keep up?

Before you could voice your concerns, you yelped as he pulled out of you, leaving your pussy gaping and empty. 

“Huh?” Was all you were able to say before you found yourself on your stomach, your hips propped up by all the pillows nearby.

And then Jason spread your cunt wide with his thumbs, exposing your puffy folds and dripping wet hole. 

“Mine,” Jason rumbled, the tip of his cock nudging at you again until he pushed, sliding it all in with one smooth thrust.

You keened, the sound muffled by the bedsheet as your poor sensitive cunt adjusted to being filled again. Your legs quaked, knees barely able to keep you up.

And then his fingers found your clit and rubbed furiously, the rough callouses on his finger pads scratching at the oversensitive nub.

Your voice went higher, eyes rolling back, mouth open and drooling as you trembled through another, powerful orgasm. Slick gushed out of you, dripping down your thighs and soaking his pelvis.

“Fuck, that’s hot…” You vaguely heard Jason groan in appreciation, but you were too overwhelmed by the fact that his cock was driving deep into you again, exacerbated by this new position, and you felt him nudge against your deepest spot, to the point of almost being painful.

But the pain and pleasure went hand-in-hand, twisting and mixing until it left you on the precipice of paradise and hell, mind blank of everything except Jason’s cock inside you. 

It was rough. It was relentless. There was no end to being fucked, no rest while Jason rutted into you, his hands on your hips to tug you close as he slammed back in. 

“Ah..!”

You were seeing stars. You didn’t know if you were still breathing, if you were saying anything coherent other than his name, and even then, it was probably slurred and lost in your lewd noises.

Time slowly passed as you lost yourself in the motions and sensations.

“...Good girl,” you came back to your senses just in time to hear Jason grunt above you, back bent over to get that perfect angle. “What a good fucking girl, taking it all. Perfect pussy to fuck.”

“Y-Your good girl,” you whimpered, hands gripping the bedsheet for dear life. “Y-Yours..!”

“Yeah, mine,” Jason hissed, leaning down to nip at your exposed shoulder. Next thing you know, your shirt was on the floor, and his hands were fondling your bare tits, pinching and tugging at your hard nipples. 

“Gonna make you a momma…” He grunted, breath hot on your back. “Gonna fuck you pregnant.” 

His mouth suddenly clamped down at the junction of your neck and shoulder, teeth digging into the delicate skin, right as he rammed his cock back in you.

And your vision whited out.

Pure ecstasy coursed through your veins, nerves lighting up and down your spine, the dull soreness of your muscles mixing with the overwhelming pleasure of released tension. Your cunt violently constricted around his length, begging him for the release that he kept denying you while drenching the bedsheets below.

“J-Jay…” You slurred out, eyes half-lidded and body limp on the bed. Even your hips couldn’t stay up any longer. “C-Cum, ple-se…”

You needed him to cum already. You didn’t know how long you could keep going.

“All fucked out, hm?” Jason remarked with affection in his voice, his pace slowing down into a more sensual and intimate roll of his hips. “Reminds me of that one time, after I came back from space with the Outlaws.”

Your brain was little more than slush right now, but you vaguely remembered something about him arriving home, hornier than humanly possible, and not being able to walk straight for a week.

Your poor cunt felt swollen and puffy after being bullied so relentlessly by Jason, and exhaustion dogged your every breath. You just didn’t have the same stamina as your boyfriend, even with him being twice your age now. 

“Plea…se, Jay…” You breathed, blindly grabbing behind you and finding his forearm. “N-No more…”

“‘No more’?” You heard his amusement. “What happened to giving me a baby, sweetheart?”

“C-Can’t keep up…” You whimpered, tears decorating the sides of your eyes. “Please, please…”

Jason chuckled behind you, but he did stop moving, leaving you to slowly wonder if he really was done—

Your breath hitched in your throat as his hand slid down to your clit, holding one finger on it. Even that little touch had you shuddering in aching pleasure. “N-No, I can’t…”

“Just give me one more, baby…” Jason whispered close to your ear, kissing your bare shoulder. “You got twenty years to make up for, remember?”

Oh fuck, you did promise something like that, didn’t you?

Curse your big mouth.

“Just one more,” Jason promised, his voice low with feverish desire, and slowly, torturously, resumed rolling his hips into you. 

You let out a sob, mouth open and drooling onto the already ruined bedsheets. 

Your pussy hadn’t stopped quivering since two orgasms ago, and with the slow, sensual pace, it was like an orgasm that never stopped, never crested or wavered. It just was; constant. A delicious ache that hurt so good.

You were going to go crazy.

“Jay…Jay…” You gasped, your mind empty of anything except for the cock inside you and the man it belonged to. “Ja-Ay…!”

“I love the way you say my name,” Jason confessed breathily, pressing ardent kisses on your back. 

You felt the way his pelvis slapped against your ass, heard the lewd noise of skin against skin, all while his pace stayed unchanging. 

“I love the way you react to me, how you’ve never been afraid of me. Fuck, I love your pretty pussy; love worshiping it and giving you what you want. I’m the luckiest fucking man in the world.”

Tears dotted your vision, trailing down your red cheeks. 

Your heart was overflowing; so much love and devotion and loyalty inhabited it, embedding themselves deep in your soul. There was no one else for you. No one else who could love you, who could hurt you, who could weather existence like this for you. 

You wouldn’t have it any other way.

“J-Jay…” You gasped out, body hot and full. You never wanted to be empty again. “Please…Please give me a baby.”

“Anything you want,” Jason vowed ardently, chest heaving from his efforts. His cock throbbed incessantly in you, twitching against your puffy folds. “I’ll give you anything, do anything to make you happy.”

“So happy…” You whimpered, blindly reaching for him. His hand grabbed yours, and despite the awkward angle, you wouldn’t dare release your fingers from his. “You make…me so… So happy..!”

“Baby…” Jason let out a choked shudder at your blubbering confession. “I’m happy, too.”

You suddenly found yourself smothered in his bulk, his arms wrapping around you, hand still entwined with yours with his chest molded to your back, and he picked up the pace, hips glued to yours. 

You cried out, your loud noises echoing down the halls of Arkham. His knees boxed you in, forcing your legs closer, making your fucked out pussy tighter around his relentless cock. “J-J-JaAy..!”

“I’m close…” Jason panted in your ear, teeth gnawing on your delicate lobe. His hands wandered; one going up to your breast, the other working its way down to your abused clit, while his arms trapped you in place.

Jason’s skin felt like a furnace on you, hot and sticky with sweat. You felt like you were melting, your limbs heavy with a boneless exhaustion. 

And yet.

Something about being fucked like this, past the point of being done, was doing something to you. 

Maybe it was all the endorphins going to your head. Maybe it was all the buzzing underneath your skin, like your nerves were live wire set to overload. 

Your breathing became labored, heavy and hot. Your cunt clenched around him, squeezing more and more, and you could hear how wet you were from the loud, filthy slapping sounds of skin on skin. The callouses on his big hands scratched at your sensitive skin, pinching and circling until you were crying out in a different tune.

The longer Jason rutted into you, the more the aches and soreness morphed back into that delicious friction that started this all in the first place.

“Jay, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me…” You chanted with each pant, hair stuck to your skin from perspiration, eyes hazy and glossy. “M-More…more…”

“Soon,” Jason swore. His hand left your abused clit and lifted your leg, giving him more room for his cock to ram inside you, and you whimpered at the new angle. “Fuck, you’re so wet I feel like I’m slipping. Just a little more, give me one more…”

“Love…love your cock…” You slurred out, drool escaping the sides of your lips. Your hands bunched up the soiled bedsheets, ass arched up to take every vigorous slam of his big thighs. “Love how you…take care of…me. S-So handsome and sweet. Gonna be a-a good— Mmm Oh!— G-Good daddy…”

His cock twitched violently inside you. “Fuck!” Jason growled, his heavy chest rumbling against your back as he plowed you into the bed. “Again, say it again, baby, please—”

“D-Daddy…!” You whined, reaching behind to tug his hand to your lower abdomen, directly above your womb. “H-Here, give it to me here..!”

His hand clutched at your stomach, lost in the fantasy of feeling it soften and grow with life. 

His panting breaths were loud and hot in your ear, and his pace picked up even faster, rougher, until you were sobbing from pleasure as the tension in you snapped, feeling like your whole body was falling apart. 

With a choked shout, Jason slammed himself as deep as he could; his cock throbbing incessantly as it spurted hot, searing cum against your cervix. 

You let out a small whimper of a moan and let yourself relax into the bed, your pussy clenching and milking him for every last drop. 

Jason held himself, body stiff as he emptied himself into you, and only after his cock began to soften did he slowly drop down on the bed beside you. His arms wrapped around your waist, tugging you close and making sure you wouldn’t slip away for even a second. 

Blissful peace blanketed the room, interrupted only by the sounds of your combined gasps for air.

“...I’m gonna feel that in the morning,” you heard him mutter into your shoulder, and you let out a slightly hysterical laugh.

“Yeah? And what about me?” You asked, twisting around to face him. 

“You’re still young,” Jason retorted halfheartedly, but there was a glint in his eyes now, lightening up the shadows that aged his features. “You’ll be fine after a hot shower.”

“Are you going to be washing me? Because I don’t think I can move for a week,” you stated weakly. “I want to stay in bed forever.”

Jason chuckled, the sound uplifting your heart. “I’ll see what I can do.”

His hands absentmindedly caressed your sides as you both came down from your highs. A few minutes later, his hand crept down to cup your stomach with an introspective air about it.

“...You think she’d like me?” Jason asked, voice quiet and unsure.

You couldn’t help but raise a brow. “‘She’? You’re already set on a girl?”

He pursed his lips, an awkwardly shy expression on his face. “I…It just feels right to say it’s a girl, you know?”

Softening, you leaned in to nuzzle your nose against his. “...All right then, a girl it is. And you know what?” You smiled warmly. “I think she would love you regardless, because her daddy and mommy love each other, and we would love her so much.” 

You placed your hand atop his. “Her dad would give her the world if she asked.”

His beautiful turquoise grew misty at the thought. “Yeah?” He whispered, hope and love and wistfulness all twisting together. “That sounds wonderful.”

With a content sigh, you pressed your lips to his. “I love you, Jason,” you said into the kiss.

His eyes slid shut, expression happy and light. “I love you, too,” he breathed out, mouth slotting over yours so naturally.

You similarly closed your eyes, and let yourself indulge in the fantasy.

Just for a while longer.