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The light outside is soft and warm as the sky washed in yellow. The kind of hour where everything slows just enough to breathe.
The soft white light flickered across my face. I hesitated as my thumb stroke the edge of the screen, deleted the text and typed it again.
"..I shouldn't.." I whisper, mumble mostly to myself.
Jason said he was in the middle of something. Red Hood work. An illegal shipment. A group he’d been watching for a while — weeks, maybe longer than that.
Which is, actually, the details I could barely remember..
There is he, high above the street of the towering building. As the city murmurs under — low and distant.
Across the street, a buzzing neon warehouse light cut through the darkness with a sharp, pale glow. A single metal door creaked open, revealing a narrow gap filled with shadows.
Jason stands at the edge of the rooftop, as his whole posture is still as concrete.
The sound of wooden crates scraping against the concrete floor echoed low, too quiet and too deliberate to be clean. As the air was heavy, stinky, sharp with engine oil.
Men move in and out of the warehouse as their voices muffled by the distance.
He’s been watching here for hours. Back pressed against cold brick, waiting for the right moment that lets him move. His helmet tilts, as he tracks a crate being hauled inside.
Then, a sharp buzz hit against his hip, once and subtle.
A single text notification.
He almost ignored it as it slipped buried beneath armor and gear. His hand moves quiet and quick when another single vibration pops. A slight annoyance surfaces across his face, then pull the phone free from the side of his pocket.
There's a message. The screen’s white glow bleeding into the white tint of his visor as the light flicks to the side of his gloves. His gaze softens when he saw my name, accompanied by that small, flickering heart.
He goes completely still. The street noise blurred into nothing as he read every word.
“..My head feels dizzy..”
Something in his chest dropped, painful and heavy. As his jaw slightly tightens behind the mask. While he exhaled sharply that fogged his visor,
“…yeah, no.”
The warehouse, the deal, the weeks of patient tracking, gone. It all turned to background noise, irrelevant. He didn't even think as his body already simply decided.
He stepped off the ledge, falling back into the city’s throat. He was gone before the echo of his boots on the concrete could fade.
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The beeping of the keypad cuts through the quiet air followed by a click of the lock as the door pulled wide open. Entering rush and quick. He’s shed the armor before he came, wearing regular clothes now — the plain black shirt as the heavy scent of the night air still clingingthere to his leather jacket.
I watch him cross the pale marble floor. He doesn't stop until he’s right there, reducing the distance between us, leaning in to the place where I sit.
His palms are broad and warm as they cup my face, thumbs hooked under my jaw.
“Hey, baby… look at me.” I look up, meet his gaze, unsure.
I try to find my words, my fingers clutching the fabric of my blouse, hesitating to meet his gaze for a second. “I—” my voice is thin, softer than I expected. “My throat hurt this morning… so, I drank some warm water.”
He doesn't say a word, while his focus narrows, frown with concern. He watches me there, his thumbs tracing slow stroke a rhythmic circles against my skin.
“...and my head feels dizzy.” I add, quieter now —uncertain what to say, like I’m still figuring it out myself.
But the voice that slips from my mouth chimes like a whisper.
“.. But, I'm not sure if I have a fever.”
I reach up low, pressing my own palm below my hairline. The skin there is radiating a dry, pulsing heat and warm.
“...oh.” Almost like it's even surprised myself.
Jason lets out a low exhale. His hand slides into my hair, fingers tangling at the base of my neck to draw me forward.
“Of course you do.”
He leans in until his forehead rests against mine, skin to skin. He’s checking the temperature, eyes searching mine from inches away. His gaze dropped to the low desk behind me, the laptop screen is still bright—my commission work and a Zoom log still open.
“...and you’re still sitting here working?” His thumb drags across my cheekbone, heavy and slow.
“..a client asked me about the deadline today.” My chin drops, my gaze fixing on the floor between us. I can’t quite hold his gaze when I say it.
His eyes lose their focus on my work, turning warm and heavy as they lock onto mine.
“C’mere… don’t push it, baby..” He pulls me in, drawing me flush against his chest. I’m tucked into below the hollow of his shoulder. I can feel more of his thumping heartbeat against my ear—warm, and safe.
“Did you eat properly today… or no?” His voice is a low rumble near my ear. He lean his head and tilting his chin to meet mine.
My eyes flicker toward the corner of the table. The plate is still there—food from hours ago, nearly untouched, and the edges of the food are gone cold. Jason notices. He always does.
His fingers stroke across my cheek, a slow, calloused friction that returns my gaze back to his.
His fingers stroke across my cheek, a slow, calloused friction that returns my gaze back to his.
"..um.." There's a small, sheepish smile surfacing and lingering across my face before I can know it. My fingers stroke there hesitantly and slow crossing the back of his hand, tracing the lines of his knuckles as it's movement making his breath stops for a single second as his attention become redirect into the touch.
He closed his eyes for a second, affected. “Baby…” His voice drops, almost rough to my ear, leaning in until the heat from his skin radiates against my forehead. He doesn't quite touch me, just hovers there, holding me in his space.
There’s only a soft demand in his words as he strokes the side of my cheeks. A quiet piece that he meets with a grounding touch.
“...you barely ate.” His hand slides from my cheek to the nape of my neck, his palm steady, waiting for me to stop hiding.
I go quiet, my shoulders curling in as I stare at my own lap. “..I know. I’m sorry.” The words feel small, directed more at the floor than at him.
“Hey… don’t do that.” His voice is a low murmur. He gently pulls me closer against his chest, like he’s trying to ease the tension out of me without another word.
He press his lips against my hair until I can feel his low breath. “..Still not letting you off the hook, though.”
“I’m not—” I try to twist my hand away, my eyes falling to his feet, avoiding his gaze as I instinctively try to pull away.
My chest tightens unexpectedly, and I look down before I can help it.
“Hey—” He catches the shift in my posture.
“I didn’t mean it like that. Not accusing you, baby.” He lets out a faint, self-aware huff—a dry sound that vibrates in the small space between us.
“You get cute when you’re not taking care of yourself… and it works on me.”
His words caught me off guard—finally, his stare pinned me. I can't even look at him directly. I can feel his stare—heavy and warm—and I suddenly find it very hard to remember how to breathe normally.
"..okay." I say, while his fingers stroke my cheeks gently under his palms, making a sudden heat crawl up my neck that has nothing to do with the warm fever. Hesitating, until my gaze accidentally dropped to the mirror behind him, enough to distract my view.
My fingers touch my lips, checking the faint tint of lipstick left behind. Everything is enough for today, there’s no need to apply another tint—the meeting is canceled as exhaustion pulls every part of my body.
But.. I'm aware that Jason is probably more tired than me.
The movement of my lips draws his lowered gaze. His thumb presses under my jaw, “Hey…” His voice is low and soft. “…look at me, baby..”
I do, my eyes flick back to his. He tilts my chin properly, a slow, deliberate alignment. Meeting my gaze with his.
“hang on—”
My breath stops as his thumb brushes the slightest smudge at the corner of my mouth. His jaw slightly tightens as he strokes it in small, slow circular motions, feeling the soft cushion of my lips. Shaking, as he closed his eyes for a second, trying to control his breathing, fighting his impulses.
He leans in, struggling to keep himself together, before pausing just inches away until I could feel the heat of his skin, making my breath hitch.
My palm finds his chest, “Jason, wait… what if you get sick, too?” My breath is heavy against his face, finding his gaze.
I can feel the curve of his lips twitch against my mouth—there's an amused huff coming from him. “Yeah.." Whispering low and heavy. "..c’mere.” He closes the distance, no longer waiting. His lips graze mine, a soft friction, inhaling my mouth. His lips press mine, tentative and careful. It’s an uneven, catching exploration of every edge of my mouth, capturing every part of them, like he’s fighting himself not to take more than he should.
His breath became heavier and broke every time my eyelashes brushed his cheek as the kiss deepen.
When he tries to pull back, I can feel his breath linger, tentatively brushing mine. My breath stops, my body moves before my thought does. I lean in, catching the corner of his mouth, kissing it low—and hesitant to let go.
It’s a shy, uneven reach—a silent plea for him not to go.
"..I—" The words hitch in my throat before I could even stop them from slipping.
That kiss changes everything, shifting the air from heavy to downright suffocating. I can feel the exact second his control snaps—his hands tighten on the couch beside my head, his knuckles turning white as he tries to physically stop himself from rushing. He closes his eyes, leaning down to press a hot, lingering kiss to my temple just to give himself a second to breathe.
“..you want me to keep going, baby?” The words are rough and uneven, pushed out through a heavy exhale. He hovers there, looking at me with a gaze so dark and desperate, waiting for my permission before he lets himself sink any deeper into the haze.
I don't look away, holding his eyes with a shy, quiet weight that tells him everything he needs to know.
His hand pulls my chin closer, his other arm sliding around my waist to flush my body against him, until I'm settle into his lap, leaning more into his weight. He leans back in, his mouth pressing to mine, hungry and heavy. The softness shifts. His hand slides to the back of my neck, fingers slide below my hairline to tilt my head back carefully, angling my mouth to grant him the depth he’s starving for.
He can't stop the constant needy pressure that says he can’t get close enough of me.
The pressure of his mouth grows heavier, more certain. He’s no longer grazing—anchoring himself to me, pulling my lower lip between his, making me shiver down to my neck, gripping my fingers on his chest. He swallows my small, shaky exhales, not failing each time.
His thumb is dragging across my jawline as the kiss lengthens and consumes us more. A low, needy sound breaks from his chest, vibrates against my tongue, sending a jolt through me that hitches my breath.
“…just— one more—” It’s a ragged, fractured word inches against my lips, as he fails but to kiss me again. His mouth presses harder, less careful now. He lingers, his movements becoming more affected, more intoxicated. Breathless against my mouth as the words slip. “…hah—Jason…”
His forehead rests against mine for a split second as his breath is heavy and desperate for more, before he dives back in. He doesn't wait—gravity just seems to pull him back in, his kiss heavier, hungry for every bit of friction he can find.
“…fuck—” Low, under his breath, more like frustrated that he can’t stop himself. I flinch, the sudden words surprised me once they slipped from his mouth. He noticed right immediately “…hey—no, hey— I got you. You’re okay, baby.” I caught his gaze for a long second, letting his presence calm me again, before nodding it slow—letting him pull me back in the kiss.
He came back to my mouth, doesn’t stop as he pulls me to his chest, his mouth pulling, opening over mine with a low, groan sound, “—hnn…”
His tongue slides against the seam of my lips—a slow, slick invitation. My lashes are trembling as I parted my mouth wider to feel him more as he pulls my body more against him. He moves in deep, tasting of salt and heat, encircles every part of my mouth as he draw my head closer with his palm. The world outside the couch blurs into gray. Everything is on the slide of his tongue against mine, the humid steam weight of our shared breath.
When we finally part again, a thin, silver thread of saliva lingers between us.
I can't stop myself from gazing at the stain of my lipstick on the corner of his mouth, as it’s lies there and vibrant. My fingers caressing his lips before I could stop it, enough making me hitch as he closes the distance again.
My hand fumbles and shakes as I try to wipe it away, his breath is shaking heavily against mine, “…just— “ He mumbles, he doesn't let me finish to wipe the smudge from his lips, as the stain has no choice but to stay there. He’s catching my lips again, his hand tightens behind my back while he swallows my breath.
His eyes close for a second before he tries to steady himself again. “…you’re making this hard, baby…” It’s a low, breath-warmed confession against my skin.
My gaze is on him for a split second before my mouth whispers like a chime, the words slipped even before I could stop myself. “..miss you,” Breathless and wet against his mouth. The heat in my face deepens as I meet his gaze.
He doesn't need to speak. The way his gaze devours my mouth says everything. My breath hitches, my body recognizing the insistent, solid tension between my thighs as he achingly hardens against my cunt. I can’t help myself from rubbing against the bulge, as my hips that move on instinct—drawing a low, ragged rumble from deep in his chest as he gathers me closer, pulling me against his chest. Fierce enough to show he wants me, but careful enough to let me feel every second of it.
He breaks the kiss just enough to search my eyes, a silent, recurring question in his gaze—checking directly into my eyes. “We stop if you feel worse—okay?” Low to my ears as I nod slowly.
I give him a slow, lingering blink, my chin dipping just a fraction as I sink deeper into his hold.
His fingers came back to my jaw. He brushed slowly as his tongue trailed and tangled inside me. His lips start to brush low to my chin and the side of my neck, as I can feel his tongue come into my earlobe. I close my eyes, my fingers digging into his hair to feel him closer.
“..Sheila..” My whole body shivered, trembling, listening to him calling my name like that, as he mouthed my ear within his lips.
His hand start crawling behind my blouse, touching my bare back. My whole body trembles, shaking, sensing his cold fingers against the heat of my skin. His fingers find the clasp of my bra, undoing it with a practiced, effortless click that sends the lace falling away. His lips pressing roughly against the shell of my ear, his hot breath chasing with his tongue back and forth until my vision blurs and I’m forced to white-knuckle his shoulders, overwhelmed by the sensation.
He strips the last of my layers away, his dark gaze is focused on my plush before he dives back in. His mouth claims one peak of nipples while his palm devours the other, squishing and molding me to his touch. I arch off his lap, a low, heavy pull tightens my stomach snapping taut as that relentless, pulsing heat in my cunt that leaves me slick, wet, and barely held together for his touch. There's an overwhelming tension in my expressions as my lips slowly parted away.
My thighs are tensing and start rubbing against one another before I could stop it. As I try to steady myself against the overwhelming waves of heat. Jason notices the shift in my breathing immediately, pressing his lips, squished his face below my breasts. He lets out a low, ragged sound against my skin, his face lingering in the curve of my neck for a breathless second before his path travels lower. His lips press firmly against my stomach, every touch intentional and searing, while his fingers continue to play every inch of my nipples as if memorizing the way I react to him.
“ah— shit…” The words are a rough vibration against my skin, more a growl of frustration than a sentence. The fabric of his trousers stretched dangerously thin, unable to hide the heavy, insistent throb of his cock.
But before he can sink back into me, a sharp, persistent buzz cuts through the quiet, vibrating on the side of his pocket as he tries to ignore it.
The second vibrations make him exhale quietly through his nose—barely even looking at the screen when he pulls it out.
Not even reading the name, just a split-second glance of annoyance before the screen goes dark and he shoves it aside.
I’m pressed into the cushions, blinking up at him through a haze of confusion. “Who..?”
“Doesn’t matter, baby.” he murmurs, his voice dropping into that breathless register that makes my heart stutter.
He leans closer to my face, “…We're not done.” Soft, low, breathless, and completely undone, he can’t hold it any longer, like I’m his only point of focus.
He doesn't wait to come back to my mouth. A low, needy sound breaks from his chest. “...mhn—” He swallows my breath with a sudden, low moan that vibrates, travels from his throat directly into mine, stealing the very air from my lungs.
He breaks the kiss only long enough to haul his shirt over his head in one fluid, impatient motion. My breath hitches at the sight of him—the broad, powerful span of his shoulders and the way the muscles in his arms bunch and flex as he tosses the fabric aside. He stands there, half-shadowed and imposing, the sheer scale of him making me shiver each time, hungry for his every touch on me.
I can see the glance of his already flushed and hard, slick cock that just springs free, making me shiver each time as my gaze returns to his eyes.
His lips met each of my nipples again, suckling them low and hungry, pressing roughly, as the muscles of his cock locked with a sudden, rigid intensity, strained even harder. “...hah… baby…”
He pauses—just for a second—reaching far to the side to the couch. The drawer opens with a soft click, his arm stretching, muscle shifting under his skin as he leans away from me.
When he comes back, his palm is already slick-warm, rubbing it between his hands before touching me again.
“Hang on, baby,” he murmurs, pulling my waist closer to him while the other hand goes lower, slipping through my belly as his fingers start to caress between my legs behind the underwear, finding my aching clit. His palms are keeping my body steady from arching as he starts stroking my cunt, putting one middle finger and then two fingers, dragging in and out as I make a pleased sound.
“that’s— a-ah—” I can’t find my breath, burying and hiding my face against his neck as my body takes over. My hips stutter into a relentless climb, grinding against his hand to force his fingers deeper, chasing the heavy rhythm that is buried deep inside me. Each internal stroke sends a fresh jolt through me. Making me hitch and tremble against every friction of his knuckles while he stretches my cunt from the inside out. My movement sent an uneven rhythm through his chest as he breathed heavily against my skin.
"Ngh… I got you, baby." I can feel his mouth vibrating against my breast as he suckles my nipples. His tongue drags rapidly, pressing and playing with them, making me moan directly into his ear. As at the same time, his other hand is flicking my cunt through my panties while simultaneously stroking his fingers inside me. My hands grip him tighter. It is almost too much, yet I still want more, driven entirely by the need to feel every inch of him.
A small, broken whine escapes me, the sudden emptiness as I feel the hollow settle when his fingers leave my cunt. I look at him, my expression open and searching, as my eyebrows slightly taught together before I can hide it. His breath hitches, his heart thudding against his chest—a sharp, heavy tug that shows he’s just as desperate to be close again as I am.
“Yeah…” he whispers, the words warm against my skin as he cups my face, “Right here, baby.” His voice is barely a rasp as he brushes a thumb over my cheek, trying to steady his own racing heart through the touch. His fingers are tracing the line of my thighs with a slow, shaky reverence that makes my vision blur before he finally moves lower.
He settles between my thighs, until he kneels down, the air between us feels thick. I can feel the heat of his ragged breathing against my cunt, fierce and wanting, yet his hands hold me with a ragged devotion. He’s right on the edge, but he’s still making sure I’m the one being held.
Open it up as he positions my legs above the muscle of his shoulders. He’s drawing my clit closer to his face with his two fingers as his other hand is wrapped through the curve of my waist. I let my head fall back against the cushions, sink, and melt into the sensation.
His mouth is rapid, blurring heat through the lace of my panties until the fabric is soaked, clinging with my wetness and his saliva. I whine, my fingers tangling in his hair to pull him even deeper into my thigh.
His tongue finally slips beneath the silk of my panties, drawing them away with his teeth in a move that is fierce and hungry. He can’t contain the low, vibrating groan that rumbles against my cunt, “...ah… yeah.. baby..” before his mouth finds my folds fully. He begins to suckle hard my bundle, his tongue deep and rhythmic, entering my cunt with a steady, insistent pressure. I feel my walls begin to pulse and clamp around his lips in a tight, helpless reflex, reacting to the blurring heat of his touch.
There's a heavy strength on my hips as he drinks me in—completely pulling my legs wide open to grant the unfailing angle he's starving for.
I whine his name in a drawn tight of need, as I hide myself in the curve of his neck. “J—Jason, I’m—n-nhgh—m-more..—”
His entire body jolts, a sharp, involuntary shudder that travels from his shoulders down to where he’s gripped against my hips.
He groans, a harsh, splintered sound that vibrates through my core and rattles my very thighs. His fingers dig deeper into the softness of my hips. He doesn't hold back the weight of his hunger anymore. He leans into it, his tongue moves with a new, frenzied urgency that still manages to hit every spot of my cunt perfectly.
He’s starting to shake—his mouth worshiping me with a fierce, focused devotion that tells me he’ll give me exactly what I asked for until I can’t take another second.
He’s trying to anchor himself to me even as his composure falls to pieces. He pauses, pressing his forehead firmly against the heat of my hip—a silent, worried assessment of the low fever simmering under my skin. He stays there for a second. His touch is silent, measuring my strength against his own. “Stay with me, baby.” he murmurs, his voice breathless and wrecked against my inner thigh. It’s only when he feels my body soften completely against him that he continues, his mouth returning to my cunt with cautious and desperate that feels like both a prayer and a cure.
The pressure of his mouth builds, a sharp, electric pull that radiates from where his tongue is working, sucking deeply, full of hunger against my cunt, mapping every sensitive inch with a rhythmic, devastating focus. I arch into him before I can stop it, breath turning shallow, uneven as his name slips out of me—quiet, almost lost. I press closer without meaning to, hiding there a little—just taking it as it comes, like I don’t know how to pull away.
Jason’s hands tighten on my hips, a silent anchor as he follows the frantic pulsating of my cunt in his lips.
The way he listens for every catch to know exactly where to touch inside my folds with his mouth next. I feel the jolt of his tongue hitting that one perfect spot. He grips my hips closer, his knuckles turning white. I can feel his cock pulled taut, reacting to every whine I let out—unable to hide his cock pulsing heavily as it shaft shifted with a low, pained groan.
He can’t help the reflexive pull of his cock as he begins to stroke himself up and down, the movement uneven and instinctive—his body chasing sensation faster than he can control it to the way he’s devouring me. He keeps his mouth insisted, suckling, sucking, lapping, eating me up, and kissing my folds with a rapid, blurring intensity.
While his other hand stayed onto my hip. His body trembles against mine, like he’s fighting to stay steady even as his need starts to spill over.
I can feel the tension in him as I whine, looking at him, as I bury myself in his shoulder.
Watching him is almost as overwhelming as what he’s doing to me. His head is buried between my cunt, impatient and relentless, while one of his hand is busy stroking himself in a rhythm that matches the frantic pace of his mouth over my folds. As I can see the muscles in his back bunching. The sheer effort, while he’s clearly right on the edge himself.
I’m looking down at him, the sight of his hunger over me as my fingers tangled in his hair. My body giving in faster than I can keep up. My breath hitches, a long, broken moan tearing from my throat as my world narrows down to the heat of his mouth suckling my cunt.
“J—Jason, I’m—nghhh—” My folds throb violently against his lips, forcing my head back and my gaze to roll—I lose focus on everything but the sensation. A low, broken sound tears from his throat as he presses his tongue even deeper inside my cunt, like he can’t get enough of the violent pulsing against his mouth.
My body tremors, a long, rolling release that has my legs clinging to his shoulders while the world blurs into nothing but his name on my lips and the fierce warmth of him holding me through the peak of my orgasm.
I arch my back, feeling him lick and suck restlessly at every sensitive inch. He drinks me in, catching every drop of my the heat of my juice with his tongue, dragging it over my thighs and his own chin with his thumbs, not letting any drip fall from his sight—devouring me like he’s been starving for the taste.
He doesn't wait another second—he immediately moves to my mouth, kissing me hungrily as if he needs my breath, his hand curling to my waist as if he needs me more closely. He pulls my tongue, and I whine as his cock rubbing against my belly, the movement careless, like he’s too far gone to notice where he’s pressing with his cum spilling over slightly on my stomach.
He takes a deep, shaking breath as his body shakes—working to control himself. He leans me down gently onto the cushions, then rushes to reach into the drawer for the condom as he rips it open with his mouth with an impatient vibrant movement while his thumb painfully struggles to not go down lower into the cleavage between my hips.
He leans down, pressing his forehead gently against mine—checking my temperature. “Jesus... you feel so warm...” I startle slightly, listening to him as my eyes widen just enough.
Jason notices immediately, catching my face as his thumb slides along my cheek as he says it—like he’s forcing himself to steady down. “Hey...” His hand cups my jaw, guiding my gaze back to him with a gentle, steady press, tethering me into his eyes.
“I’ve got you.” His nose brushes mine—as we share the same frantic air. So close I can feel the warmth of his exhale on my lips.
“...you want this, baby?”
I nod against his forehead, letting my eyes find him for a second as I lean into his palm, letting out a soft, trembling breath. ”..I’m okay.”
His jaw tightens, a silent battle of restraint playing out on his face as he settles between my legs. He supports his upper body on his forearms, framing my chin with his hand—anchoring his gaze to mine as if he’s searching for permission in every blink.
His heavy thigh nudges mine wider until my legs completely open to him. My hands are above his chest as he pulls my waist closer.
Then, with a slow, deliberate tilt of his hips, he presses the tip of his cock right against my cunt. His jaw tightens like he’s fighting himself at that moment. He applies a steady, firm pressure, letting the friction of my slickness coat his own.
A shiver that has nothing to do with my fever shivers straight up to the side of my back, feeling him harden over my entrance. My breath hitches as my gaze locks onto his—he holds himself right at the threshold, letting the raw, heavy tension builds until we are both breathing in sync.
“…easy..” he murmurs, his voice a breathless rasp against my lips. There is a pained tension in his expression, a visible struggle to remain gentle despite the turbulence of tension.
He pushed his cock inside—the sensation is overwhelming, a slow, deep filling of every part of my cunt. His breath breaks the second he’s fully inside me as his thighs tense sharply pressed to mine as another hard throb runs through his cock.
“…fuck—” His voice is low as his head drops—forehead pressing to mine like he needs something to hold onto. Nudging my soaking entrance—the sudden, unyielding depth of his cock stretches my cunt open in a way that steals the air right out of my lungs.
His cock seated so deep that he's entering right against the edge of my sweet spot, filling every hollow of my stomach with a heavy, pulsing ache that is completely dizzying, as his own makes a bulge inside of my stomach.
“aㅡah..” I close my eyes—bite the tip of my finger before I can even stop it. The sheer, overwhelming stretch of him has me arching my spine off the couch, making me curl to his chest on his weight above me.
His eyes flick to my hand immediately—catching the way my teeth press into my finger. “—hey…” His thumb nudges my wrist away from my mouth as his breath is rough against my lips. His fingers stroke where the teeth marks leave behind my fingertips as his forehead dropped to mine once again.
“…you’re gonna mess me up like that…” His breath fractures hard against my mouth as his cock that buried twitching down deep inside cunt, as my walls clamping.
“…shit…”
He doesn’t move right away, his body vibrating with the effort to hold himself back—trying not to lose it immediately.
“You okay there, sweetheart?” His voice is wrecked and thick—a breathy sound pushed through fractured rasp against my lips.
Slowly, he begins to move his hips in a tiny, testing arc, his eyes are heavy as he tries so hard not to leave mine, ensuring every sensation as he actively fights himself from floating away. He takes it slow, as he needs to feel every part of my walls grip and pulsating around his cock.
"Aaah—" He groans low against my skin as the muscles in his arms tense over my hips and shoulder like he needs to keep me close while he moves.
The first thrust is agonizingly slow, but there is a heavy, vibrating tension coiled in every inch of him. He needs to savor every inch his cock dragging me wet, memorizing every way my body welcomes him deeper.
“ngh—… baby…”
He pulls back barely an inch, the wet drag of his cock against my walls making his breath catch before he pushes back in again, shallow and slow. Like he’s trying to memorize the exact way my pussy tightens around him, feeling every throb, every way my walls grip him tight.
His voice is a low, heavy vibration against my neck, making my whole body trembling as he continues to push in a slow, torturous thrust. He buries his face in the crook of his arm for a single, desperate second to catch his breath before his heavy gaze snaps back to lock onto mine. A fractured gasp escapes my lips, brushing his mouth. "—a-ahㅡ” Overwhelmed by the sheer, unyielding stretch of him, I close my eyes and hide my face against the curve of his neck.
His hand frames my jaw with a gentle tight grip, guiding me back as his breath breaks against my lips—he swallows my mouth in a deep, aching kiss, letting the rhythm of his hips slowly take us both over.
He pulled me closer before moving faster, his rhythm fracturing—stutter for a second before he catches into a deep pace. His fingers tangle in the hair at the base of my neck, angling my head to grant him more as he keeps thrusting inside me.
His mouth is hungry sucking hard over my whole tongue, pressing and licking. He draws my chin closer, and until I find myself opening wider, surrendering to the weight of his kiss as he fills the space between our mouths, leaving me breathless and completely undone by how much he wants me.
The pace of his hips turns uneven against mine, each thrust dragging a wet, heavy friction that pulling uneven breaths from my chest every time he drives back in. I can feel the couch start to shifting faintly beneath us from the force of it with every deep drive of his hips, his breathing starting to lose its rhythm the harder he pushes his hips into me—breaking more and more against my mouth.
Beneath the kiss, his hips never stop—deep, relentless thrusts that keep dragging another broken breath from my chest every time he pushes back into me. All I can feel is the relentless rhythm of his hips, keeping my body trembling around him.
My whole body shivers, fingers digging into the muscles of his chest, overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of his hunger over me. His mouth shifts forward to my lips without ever breaking the pressure on my tongue—the heat of us is slick and wet against our mouths.
But the rhythm below my hips is starting to lose its restraint.
Each thrust lands heavier than the last, knocking uneven breaths from my chest every time his hips drives back into me. The sheer force of his movement sends a rough vibration through the cushions, making the couch creak loudly as the feet scrape against the floor. His grip tightening at my waist like he’s trying to hold himself together and failing.
A low sound breaks from him against my mouth when my walls keeps clamping down around his cock, his hips stuttering once before pushing deeper—hard enough to take a low whine from my chest.
He pauses only to sweep his thumb over my chin, a touch that catches the moisture there before he dives back, kissing me again, messy and desperate, like he can’t slow down anymore.
The repeated pressure starts to build too sharply beneath my hips—
"..Jason, ah— m-my hips.." I whine, the sound caught in the heat of our shared breath, feeling discomfort below my hips as his tongue is still tangling with mine.
His jaw is locked tight as he breaks the kiss. The rhythmic heat of his hips breaks and stutters instantly. “Hold on—” He shifts, sliding a soft plush under me without breaking contact—adjusted the pillow below my hips, catching any discomfort in my face. “Better?” Finding my gaze as his own face pulled taught in a heavy tension.
His breath is a wrecked splintered sound as he hauls me up against him, burying his face in my neck as if the scent of my skin is the only thing that could keep himself steady.
“—okay..”
He settles me flush against his chest, until I’m fully on his weight. His arms locking around me in a grip that’s almost too tight until I'm settle on his chest while he keeps thrusting me there as I finally sat on his cock.
“C’mere baby.” He groans low against my ear, his voice breaking as he pours all that frustrated and messy thrust as he holds me. He keeps drive into me with a ragged, uneven up and down of his hips—aching to me with a desperate rhythm, fighting himself to keep steady.
I can feel his cock shift deeper inside my sensitive spot the second my body settles against his chest, the new angle forcing a soft, startled sound from my throat. Every uneven lift of his hips drags him deeper between my legs from beneath. His arms tighten around me like he’s trying to keep me as close as possible while his hips keep moving underneath my entrance, before he starts losing control of the rhythm again.
The pace below our hips deepens rapidly as my hands are gripping on the muscles on his chest. He grumbles as he takes my hand, pressing broken kisses along my neck first, hand tightening at my waist before he lowers himself down slowly, mouth dragging across my skin, unable to stop reaching for more of me even while his hips keep driving upward deep inside my cunt, making my legs open wider to him as my toe curls each time he’s not failing to hit the right spot.
Every upward thrust drags deep through me before dropping back down again, the slick heat between our hips growing louder and messier with every thrust. I can feel the uneven grind of his cock, knocking the breath out of my chest each time his hips snaps back up.
His mouth trails lower—devouring my wrist, my shoulders, before his lips claim my breast, his tongue a blurring, restless heat—playing, licking and flicking over my nipple.
At the same time, his fingers find my wet cunt, tracing and sliding inside my pussy a chaotic, overlapping rush of touch, finding and flicking my bud. The rhythm of his hips is coming apart, fracturing into a desperate and heavy that leaves me completely drowning in the sensation of his every relentless thrust.
“…can’t—” His breathing broke unevenly before the pace of his thrusts becoming more frantic—he pulled me closer as he not even slowing down. His other thumb sweeps over my nipples in an urgent, possessive stroke as he dives back in, unable to stop himself from drinking me in—desperate search for more of me.
The rhythm below my hips turns uneven, almost frantic now. Every thrust lands hard enough to jolt my whole body up the cushions, the wet and slick sound of his hip driving into me filling the room between our broken breaths. I can feel him losing the careful control he tried so hard to hold onto earlier.
My gaze blurs and loses focus. My fingers tangle blindly, gripping into his hair as my spine arches off the cushions. “J—Jason, nhgaah— wait—” The sound breaks out of me more like a reflex, a desperate gasp for air rather than wanting for him to stop.
He hears it instantly. His every movements stops, he gaze came to my eyes as his whole body tenses, vibrating against mine as he freezes, his heavy breath hot against my skin as he waits, fighting his own momentum just to make sure I'm still with him.
“Too much, baby?”
I shake my head, breath unsteady as my fingers tighten against his back. A soft sound slips out of me when he keeps going stroking my pussy, and my body is trembling as I melt into him before I can even think.
He flushes my body against the cushions, one of his knee framing my hips as he drives into me. My eyes widen slightly, a soft gasp caught in my throat, surprised by the sudden, heavy shift.
The new angle forces a deeper stroke out of his cock immediately, his hips driving hard enough to make my breath break apart in my chest. I can feel every wet drag of his cock inside my cunt now—deep, heavy, grows messier with every thrust. Almost too much all at once as his knee keeps my thighs spread open beneath him. The thrusting deep inside me grows louder and wetter, almost uneven with the frantic break.
But he doesn't just lose himself—he presses his forehead firmly against mine for a single, deep thrust filling every part of me, measuring the fever simmering under my skin against the radiating heat of his own body.
“—Hah.. You’re okay,” he lets out, a rough, relieved breath breaking against my lips as he pulls my head closer, burying me tight against his chest, holding me like he’s scared I might slip away.
I melt completely into him, hiding my face in the hollow of his neck, just letting every sensation wash over me—taking the sensation as it comes.
But when he leans back and he glances down, dark eyes dragging slowly over every inch of me—hair disheveled and plastered to my skin, chest heaving as I gasp for breath as my face is flushed and dewy—as something inside him finally snaps.
His mouth slams onto mine, hardly demanding and raw. There's no holding back, kissing me with a wild, consuming urgency, the sight of me was the only thing he needed to finally let go. Kisses me like he’s been starving for this exact moment, leaving nothing but the desperate need to be as close to me as physically possible.
Only the relentless rhythm of his cock inside mine.
I can feel my cunt pulsating violently and clamping down hard as the wet drag of his cock pushes deeper and deeper, filling every empty space inside with every thrust. Everything else fades as my thoughts dissolve, unraveling completely, leaving me floating. Nothing matters, only the sharp and overwhelming sensation of his cock drag wet all the way out again as he keep forcing it to push harder in each thrust. Everything outside of him slips further away each time his hips press back into mine, as he keeps driving me deeper into the cushions.
His tongue pushes rough and deep past my lips just as his hips stutter forward in a rapid, heavy pulse, swallowing every broken moan I make. His other hand flies to the frame of the couch. His fingers gripping the fabric so violently that the veins in his forearm pop—bracing his entire weight. Actively fighting his own momentum just to keep the couch from striking and banging too loudly against the wall.
The slick skin rubbing against each other, and the moans is the only thing fills the entire appartement as the sound of him thrusting deep inside me grows louder and wetter.
Sweat slides between our skin where our bodies keep crashing together, his thrusts rough enough now that the entire couch trembles beneath us in uneven jolts. The sound of him forcing his cock deep inside me turns wet and echoes shamelessly through the quiet room, matching the wrecked rhythm of his breathing against my mouth.
Every hitch of his hips carries a frantic, heavy weight. The rhythm entirely unraveled as he drives deep inside me. I can feel the tight, trembling coil building deep in my stomach, my walls clamping helplessly around his cock with a frantic pulse. Jason feels it instantly. A harsh, broken groan tears from his throat, his forehead slamming back down against mine, his skin slick with sweat as he catches my shallow breaths. “J—Jason—mm—aah”
His arms pressing hard to me like I’m the only solid thing left.
"Baby—hah—stay with me," he rasps, his voice a ruined whisper against my lips. His fingers digging firm and deep into my waist—as he can't help but press my hips flushing in a tight force against his pelvis. Making my whole body jolt in his arms. Nothing separating the friction as his pace filling me deep — forcing his cock deeper grinding pressure to my sweet spot.
As he keep going harder as the loud wet friction from our hot and slick dripping between our legs, leaving me completely blurry. The sound of my moans is muffled and buried right into his chest as my whole body is gripping and trembling against his skin.
The world narrows down to the thumping sounds inside his chest against my ear and the overwhelming, blinding wave of heat rushing up my spine. My fingers claw into the muscle of his shoulders as my head falls back, a long, shattered moan breaking from my chest.
My cunt fractures into a violent, tight release, pulsing hard around his cock—and Jason breaks with it instantly. His hips jerking unevenly against mine as the pulsing tightness around his cock drags a low, helpless groan from deep inside his chest.
He stiffens completely, a low, guttural roar ripping from deep in his chest as his control entirely snaps. His hips drive in one last, deep, persistent press, his whole body shuddering and vibrating violently against mine as his cock spills inside the condom. Muscles locking tight as he rides out the wave of his own massive release.
“..Baby..—hah—” The sound is the frantic, uneven sound of lungs trying to find air in the quiet room. Jason collapses his weight onto his forearms, framing my head, his chest pulsing heavily against my breasts. His eyes open slowly, dark and completely glazed over with exhaustion, before he slumps down entirely—burying his face in the damp curve of my neck, his arms wrapping around me so tight it feels like he’s trying to weave our bodies together.
My eyes is half-lidded as I breathe low under his arm, as my body starts to pulse unevenly. “..It's freezing,” I mumble, the uneven whisper vibrating against his chest as my chest still pounds. A sudden chill sweeps over my damp skin, making me shiver against him.
“..C’mere,” he breathes, his voice a low rasp as he fights to find his own breathing, trying to steady the heavy, erratic thudding of his chest. Pulling me deeper into his embrace until I’m completely buried in his warmth.
I can feel the heavy, distinct throb of his cock still buried inside my cunt. His whole body tightens for a second, like he’s physically fighting the urge to lose control. “..That's enough,” he mutters quietly, more like a strict reminder to himself, he close is eyes shut painfully. He locks his arms around me to keep me carefully in his embrace.
“You need some rest, baby.”
I can feel the soft, lingering press of his lips, his heavy breath slowing down against my damp hair as he holds me tight.
When he finally pulls cock out, it’s a quiet, heavy separation that leaves a cold hollow and aching and low pulse inside my cunt—it's a quiet helpless reflex that doesn't want him to leave mine, making a low lament from inside of me as I buried myself in his chest. My weight leaning on him while my breath is drifting in and out as I struggling to keep my eyes open. His hands a bit slow and heavy with his own exhaustion.
He slides his arms beneath my back and knees, lifting me bare against him. I drop my head into his neck, as the exhaustion pulls me every part of my body in. He walks us to the bedroom, his grip steady despite the fine tremor of fatigue in his biceps, and settles us under the thick sheets of the bed—immediately pulling me back to his chest.
I opened my eyes slowly. I could feel the sunlight grazing in through the curtains. My eyes blink for a second, and I can see that Jason is already awake beside our bed. Our bodies are still half-bare, covered only with a blanket, as I buried myself against his chest.
He cradles my face in his palm, tilting my face up carefully to meet his eyes. “Your fever comes down.” He pressed his forehead against mine while I could feel his heavy breath over my face. His skin is cool, leaning to my lingering warmth—the steady rhythm of his breath slows against my hair, slow and relieved.
My gaze met him, unsure. “..only my throat still hurts.” My eyebrows slightly tauten together while my fingers hover around my neck, feeling the heavy sting as a few coughs just worsen some more. “…it usually would get better after a while.”
He hooks an arm around my waist and flushes my body against his chest in one fluid offer, “C’mere, baby. I’ve got you.” I can feel the slow rise and fall of his chest, as I can sense his warm lips resting directly against my hair.
Jason is in the kitchen at the Manor, moving a bit slower than usual, standing there as his posture is steady—fingers stirring the coffee quietly as Dick steps his foot inside, leaning against the counter with that annoying smirk. Jason just sighed, already knowing it was him before he even started to make his usual irritating noise from his lips.
"Whoa, Little Wing," Dick tilted his head, amused. "You look like you're a little, uh.. sick?"
Jason doesn't even bother to give a glance, already irritated by his presence. He just takes a slow sip of his coffee, as he can’t hide a faint, private smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.
"Yeah," there’s a slight huff coming from him, almost like a delight, because Dick is right and he loves every second of it.
His voice came out rough as it sounded a little raspy.
"Worth it." He smiles behind the mug as he taps his brother’s shoulder before leaving the kitchen with a twitch of the carving of his smile that he couldn’t contain.
Dick lips twitch into a curve as he huffs a quiet laugh under his breath, shaking his head in a form of disbelief.
“Yeah. He’s gone,” the voice vibrating from his chest as he mumbles to himself—just enjoys this way too much.