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Book club with Jason was a relatively new development. It couldn’t really be called a club either, considering it was just you and him sitting in your living room reading together twice a week, then discussing the book when one of you finished. You didn’t read the same books; instead, the two of you had begun to recommend books out of each other’s comfort zones (often forcing each other to read your respective favorites). It sat heavily in your stomach, intimate in a way you weren’t used to. After the initial lonely year you spent in Gotham post-move, you couldn’t be more grateful for these nights.
You and Jason met at the Gotham Public Library a few months back. He was gruff and rough-edged, and your initial meeting hadn’t gone so great. He had been talking to Barbara, your favorite front desk employee. Though they spoke lowly enough that you couldn’t make out their words, his tone was unmistakably rude.
The combination of your rough day at work and the rainy commute to the library had your blood simmering, and you couldn’t stop yourself from butting in.
“Hey asshat, why do you think it’s appropriate to speak to her that way? She’s just doing her job.” Your tone was sharp despite your intimidation, as the man was huge.
Two shocked faces turned to you before Barbara cracked up. After she laughed for a few seconds, she responded.
“It’s okay, he’s basically my brother, and we’re just having some family problems. Thanks though, that was sweet of you.”
Your cheeks immediately flushed as what you thought was rightful anger leeched out of you and embarrassment rushed to fill its place.
“Oh my god, I’m so sorry! I-I was just worried about you.” You spoke frantically before you turned to the man. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to butt in, I just didn’t want Babs to be harassed. I- I can go now, sorry again!”
As you turned to leave, your head ducked and shoulders raised, the man finally spoke.
“Hold up.” His voice was deep and smooth, and as you turned back to him you saw his arm drop as though he had been reaching out to stop you.
“Sorry, you’re right.” He turned to Barbara. “Sorry Babs, I shouldn’t have done this at your job.”
From the slight shock on Barbara’s face, he seemed to not be one to apologize often, which would explain the slight awkwardness that coated his words as he spoke them. Her look quickly morphed into one you couldn’t quite place, but from your limited interactions in the past it seemed almost mischievous.
The man gave you a slightly awkward look that sat somewhere between a smirk and a smile. “I’m Jason. Sorry we met this way, but you seem pretty alright. Thanks for standing up for Babs.”
After returning his introduction, you responded to his thanks. “Of course, she’s my friend, why wouldn’t I? But, uh, I should still go. See you around.”
As time passed, you ran into Jason in the library more and more, which evolved into light discussions about books, then occasionally bringing food to share with each other, to hang outs outside the library. You had gotten used to his slightly volatile emotions, which he explained was from PTSD. From what, you were unsure, but you let it be just as you did with his abrupt departures.
Tonight was another book night, and you had already prepared some snacks while you waited for Jason’s arrival. After a short wait, you heard a key turn in your lock, and Jason came in holding his motorcycle helmet and wearing his signature leather jacket. You greeted him warmly as your chest fluttered. You watched as he hung his coat and kicked his boots off. His black hair, which must’ve started styled this morning, now had a serious case of helmet hair, but his white streak curled down in front of his forehead as always. He seemed a bit brighter than he did when you two spent time in public, but that was fairly standard for him when in private. His green eyes held the light that had developed steadily over the last few months. You caught yourself staring and quickly looked away, feeling your cheeks flush lightly. I hope he didn’t notice.
Luckily, it seemed he hadn’t, or at the very least he didn’t comment; you were terrified of losing his friendship over a crush.
“Hey, sorry I’m late. They had to close some roads after the Firefly attack yesterday so I had to take a detour. I brought Alfred’s cookies, so hopefully the wait was worth it.” A soft smile crossed his face, one of those rare ones that had begun to pop up recently, and your stomach lightly flipped.
“It’s fine Jay, like I always say. C’mon, I already set up.” Jason didn’t hesitate to plop himself across from you on the couch, back against the arm rest and legs stretched out next to you, mirroring your position on the opposite end of the couch.
Usually you two might have a bit more conversation before you started to read, but the bags under Jason’s eyes and the tension that sat on his shoulders despite the light in eyes told you that he was ready to sit and read now. You never pushed on the days when he felt weighed down, and it seemed today was one of them. Instead of talking more, you grabbed the blanket off the back of the couch and threw it over the both of you, then handed Jason his book that sat near you on the table. He gave another small smile, and after returning it you snuggled into the blanket (and maybe slightly into him, not that you’d admit it).
The atmosphere quickly became cozy as always as the two of you read, occasionally quietly grabbing a snack or laughing at something in your respective books. You read at half your normal speed, the flips of your heart when Jason chuckled pulling your attention away repeatedly. A little over an hour and a half passed before Jason’s distinct ringtone chimed.
You startled a bit at the unexpected noise. Jason heaved a huge sigh, and your heart sank slightly as you knew he was about to leave. You never got angry at him for it, but you couldn’t help but wish he didn’t have to.
“Sorry Sweetheart, I have to go. I’ll see you on Thursday?”
“It’s okay Jay. I’ll see you Thursday.” You kept your voice light so as not to make him feel bad, and you turned and began to clean up as he got ready to leave. When he started making his way to the door, you ran over to give him a hug, which was routine when he headed out. Today, however, your cheeks turned red and warm as you hugged under his jacket and felt the warmth that emanated from him. You pulled back and gave him a smile.
“Bye Jay, be safe.”
You spent the next little while feeling mildly listless, and nothing really seemed to hold your attention. You found yourself doomscrolling before stopping abruptly on a news reel. It seemed Poison Ivy had made her next move in the constant back and forth between her and Gotham’s resident vigilantes. You were grateful that she had calmed down over the years and stopped killing people the way she used to, but worry for Jason still filled your thoughts as he was heading home around when the attack started. You instinctively pulled out your phone to message him.
Hey Jay, Ivy’s up to her shit again. Let me know you made it home safe when you can?
You anticipated something of a wait, and went back to doomscrolling. After about an hour, during which you lost track of time, you realized Jason hadn’t texted back yet. You couldn’t help messaging again.
Sorry if you’re busy, I’m just a bit worried. Let me know you’re okay please :)
You set your phone down to grab some water, but within a minute you heard it go off and ran back for it embarrassingly quickly.
Im ok baby, ill tlak to oyu later
The text threw you for a loop. ‘Baby’ came out of nowhere. Sure, Jason would call you Sweetheart, but you didn’t think much of it as it seemed he didn’t either, but ‘baby’ was new. Also, he was normally super grammatically correct in his messaging. You asked the first thing that came to mind.
Are you drunk?
You weren’t judging by any means, just curious.
drunk on u ;)
Hey Jay, maybe we should talk tomorrow? You seem pretty out of it.
You set your phone down and hoped some light housekeeping would settle you. Before you could get too far past picking up your room, you heard knocking. Strangely it sounded as though someone was striking glass, which your door was noticeably lacking. You hurried to the peephole, knowing better than to answer your door late at night in Gotham. To your confusion, nobody was there.
More knocking rang out from behind you, slightly more insistent, and you whipped around in shock as you realized it was on glass; specifically your window. The sight that met you caused your blood to run cold; behind the pane sat Nightwing and Red Hood. Despite living in Gotham for a year now, you had never caught sight of any of its vigilantes before this moment, even from a distance. You hesitated for a moment.
The hesitation didn’t last long as Nightwing gestured for you to open the window, and against your best judgement you did. He halfway carried Red Hood through the window, who sagged against the other vigilante as though he were boneless.
“Um, hi? What-what are you doing here?” Your voice held a slight tremor that you failed to disguise, but you kept your head high and back straight despite it.
“Hood needs your help.” Nightwing’s tone was somewhat clipped, but you could tell it was from concern more than anger. You couldn’t help the startled huh? that slipped from you.
“What exactly could I do to help Red Hood? I don’t know anything about first aid or whatever, and I swear I didn’t do anything wrong. Is he okay anyways? What happened to him?”
Nightwing cut your rambling (a nervous habit you’d had for years) short. “Ask him, he can tell you more. He’s the one who asked to come here.”
Further confusion graced your features, and your face scrunched up as you spoke. “Why would he ask to come here?”
Nightwing’s expression changed to one of shock. “Do you not know him?”
You shook your head and glanced over to where the man in question had fallen to your couch as you spoke to Nightwing. Something about the familiarity he exhibited tickled your brain, but you were far too overwhelmed to read into it more.
“Dickwing, leave. I’ll explain.”
You had expected Red Hood’s voice to be modulated like Nightwing’s, but instead a familiar, slightly muffled voice rough with an emotion you couldn’t place came from under the helmet. Nightwing lifted his hands in a placating gesture and spoke sarcastically.
“Alright, alright, I know when I’m not wanted.” He turned to you and reached into his belt, producing a card with nothing but a number embossed into it in silver. “Call this number if anything goes wrong.”
As he turned back to your window, you rushed to cut him off.
“Hey, you can’t just come in and leave Red Hood sitting in my living room. What am I supposed to do about this?”
Nightwing shrugged. “He’ll explain. I have to go, Poison Ivy is still out there.”
Your shoulders sagged and you reluctantly agreed to let him leave, watching as he closed the window behind him. You turned back to Red Hood for some answers, only to freeze at the sight in front of you. He had taken his helmet off while you watched his fellow vigilante leave and was in the process of peeling off the domino he wore underneath it. You didn’t need to wait for him to remove it fully to know who sat on your couch, the familiar shock of white hair giving him away immediately.
“Jason?” You whispered as he finished removing his mask, and his head jerked up to you immediately. He looked worse for wear; he was flushed and his forehead held a slight sheen of sweat. His glassy eyes held pupils so blown out that the familiar shade of green you had seen just earlier that evening was almost nonexistent.
“Hey.” It seemed as though just this word pained him to say, and the shock and slight anger you felt at the situation almost took a back burner, but you wanted answers.
“What the hell?”
He winced as though your words hurt him physically.
“I can explain, but not right now. I need your help, please.” His grimace deepened, and you couldn’t help but allow your worry to win out over your curiosity.
“What’s going on? Why me?” Your words seemed to tumble out of you, and you blushed slightly but continued to watch him, waiting for answers. He took a few moments to answer; it was possible that he was struggling to string his thoughts together from the dazed look on his face.
“It’s-it’s hard to explain. And I’m so, so sorry to bother you, I don’t know where else to go. You’re the only one I want help from, and I’ve been meaning to talk to you for fucking ages anyways, and this isn’t how I wanted you to find out but I just- I just need your help, please Sweetheart.”
Jason wasn’t normally a man of so many words, and very rarely did he ramble like this. His tone seemed almost begging.
“Jason, just tell me what’s wrong. You’re scaring me, a lot.”
“It’s just- Poison Ivy did something to me. I was stupid and I took my helmet off when I was helping some kid, it was scaring him. I knew it was a stupid idea, I knew it, but I didn’t get it back on in time after I helped him and her stupid flowers exploded in my face and, well… they made me feel off.”
Your chest tightened as you thought about previous Poison Ivy flowers, hoping against hope it wasn’t some kind of poison. Your stomach felt like lead.
“Off how?”
Jason rose unsteadily from the couch and began to move towards you. You met him halfway, trying to help him stand straight despite knowing you couldn’t lift his weight. He lowered his face onto your shoulder then turned it, his breath tickling your neck as he spoke. The proximity lit your whole body on fire and you drew in a shaky breath to try to mask it.
Clearly, you hadn’t done a very good job; Jason pulled back slightly, his face tightening as he searched you over. He seemed to be looking for something-and it appeared he found the answer he hoped for. Your already red face burned hotter and your heart skipped a beat. He smirked, seeming encouraged.
“I need you, all of you. You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this.” His arms snaked around your waist and pulled you tight to his body. Your brain short circuited, and all you could manage was your second huh? of the evening. Your lack of response didn’t deter Jason, his arms tightening just a bit more.
You finally found your words. “Jay, I-I can’t. I won’t take advantage of you like that. You’re not in your right mind, I won’t-can’t-hurt you like that.”
An honest to God whine slipped from his throat. “It hurts so, so much, and I’ve wanted you for so long. I swear you’re not taking advantage of me. Please, if you want me too, I need you.”
You inhaled deeply and your thoughts waged war. You were so tempted to give in.
“Jay, I’ve wanted you too, but I don’t know if this is right.” He exhaled unsteadily as you spoke, and your chest squeezed. You sighed as you felt yourself lose the battle. “Look, we can try, but if at any time you are uncomfortable you have to promise to tell me.”
“I promise, Princess. I swear. But you have to promise too.” The breathy way he spoke added to the warmth that grew steadily in your stomach. You returned his promise, and he immediately began to pepper gentle kisses along your neck. When he reached your sweet spot, you couldn’t hold back your moan. It spurred him on and he got rougher, sucking and biting your neck then soothing it with more gentle kisses, leaving dark marks in his wake.
“You’re gonna look like mine when I’m done with you.” His words came out in a near growl, and you couldn’t help the way they made you buck into him, feeling his sizeable bulge against your core. You gave a broken whimper.
Jason groaned. “You like that? You want to look like mine, be mine?” You nodded frantically. Jason lifted you off the ground, wrapping your legs around him and pressing you into the wall as he ground against you. His mouth moved away from your neck to meet your own.
The kiss didn’t start slow; Jason was too far gone for that. Instead he started with a bruising kiss that lasted only seconds before he nipped your lip. Your responding gasp was cut short by his tongue slipping into your mouth, tangling with your own, claiming you. His hips occasionally bucked into yours again without his control.
Your stomach warmed further and your skin heated up. It felt normal at first, but the rapid increase in the sensations raised warning flags in your mind. You lightly pushed at Jason’s chest, though everything in you screamed not to.
“Wait, Jay.” Your thoughts swam, and it took you a second to gather them again. When you did, you saw Jason’s concerned face staring down at you. “Did you clean it up?” He seemed mildly confused, so you clarified. “The pollen, I think it got me. It’s so hot, you feel so good.”
And he did. His skin against yours was soothing, even though he was running just as hot as you. Being pressed against him felt more erotic than anything like it ever had. Your eyes began to water as the feeling in your gut intensified further, and you leaned in to nip at Jason’s neck, returning his earlier love bites.
“Fuck, Sweetheart, I’m so, so sorry. I’ve got you. I’m here, I’ll make you feel good.” Jason’s words started apologetic, but by the end of his speech his previously sensual tone had returned. His words vibrated against you as you kissed his neck, and you whined lowly in your throat.
“Please, need it, need you. Make me yours.” At your statement, the dam holding Jason back broke. He walked quickly to your bedroom, his earlier lack of coordination nowhere to be seen, and all but threw you on your bed. He pulled your shirt over your head and began to kiss down your body. When he arrived at the cup of your bra, his hand reached behind you and unclipped it expertly as you slightly propped yourself up. He lingered briefly to suck each of your nipples into his mouth, flicking them with his tongue a few times before continuing down. When he reached the hem of your pants, he glanced up at you. You got the message and lifted yourself up again. He pulled both your pants and underwear down at once. Somewhere in the back of your mind you wished you’d worn cute panties tonight, but the thought was gone as soon as it arrived.
Jason stopped moving, and you glanced down to see him staring at your soaked pussy. You started to close your legs, feeling self conscious about his gaze on you, but he wrenched them apart. His hands dwarfed your thighs, and the way it highlighted the difference in size and strength between you two made you let out a soft moan. Jason didn’t waste a single second before leaning in. Somehow, despite how the two of you felt, he was able to hold back some and teased you with soft kisses to the inside of your thighs and light flicks of his tongue over the hood of your clit. Just a few moments of this was more than enough for you, tears filling your eyes.
“Jay, please, need you. Stop teasing, you-” Your words were cut off as he groaned and stuck one finger in you, immediately beginning to thrust it gently. It only took a few thrusts for him to hit the spongy spot in you that had you seeing stars, and he instantly realized and targeted it specifically. His tongue flicked over your clit and he added a second finger to meet the first.
“Fuck, Sweetheart, you’re so wet, taste so good. Your tight pussy is gonna feel so good around me, fuck.” His fingers didn’t slow even as he pulled back to talk to you, and when he felt you clench around him at his words, he gave you a wicked grin.
“You like it when I say that? Want to hear me tell you all about how good you are for me?” You moaned loudly and clenched again, reaching down to get a grip of his hair. He moaned loudly at the feeling before continuing his ministrations on your clit. He sucked it into his mouth, added a third finger, and you were gone. It was the most intense orgasm you’d ever had, undoubtedly helped along by the pollen, but you were sure that a lot of it was Jason himself. Your thighs instinctively tried to tighten around his face as you gushed onto it, stars filling your vision and your brain going fuzzy, but he continued to hold them down as he worked you through it.
After a moment, you came back into your body. The feeling in your gut had only grown despite your orgasm, and you were burning up even more. You could only imagine how Jason felt, knowing he’d been exposed much earlier and still had no relief. You immediately began to reach for Jason’s shirt and pulled it up. He tensed slightly but didn’t try to stop you. You took in the number of scars across his chest, including what could only be an autopsy scar, which, WHAT?, but you didn’t let it distract you from the task at hand. When you swiftly moved on to pull Jason’s pants down, he relaxed again. You palmed him over his boxers before pulling them down too, pausing for only a moment to gape at the size of his cock, and without any warning you took Jason’s tip into your mouth and sucked.
“Fuck, hah, a little warning next time.” You moaned around him in response to Jason’s words, and he whined in response. You began to slowly work your way down his length, your hand stroking what your mouth couldn’t reach, but you struggled to take him in all the way. His hands twitched as though he was dying to reach out for you. He held out a moment longer before he reached out and flipped you over, manhandling you until your head hung off the side of the bed.
The word please barely escaped his mouth before you were reaching out and pulling him to your mouth, his cock slipping much further down your throat than before. You sucked lightly at first, adjusting to the position, but Jason lost his patience and began fucking your throat in earnest. You sucked harder and moaned around him, loving the way he took control. Jason reached down and began to circle your clit, making you moan even more around him.
“So good, you’re so good, all mine. I need you, need to come, gonna come down your throat Sweetheart. You want that?” All you could do was moan yet again in response to his babbling and his question. Only moments later his cum shot down your throat; you swallowed all of it just seconds before he lifted you again, flipping you so that your back was pressed entirely against his front. He had positioned you so that you both faced the full-length mirror in your room. Jason had one arm wrapped around your waist and one held your throat so that his mouth sat by your ear as he spoke. His hand was huge around your throat, and you whimpered when you realized. He snaked the hand around your waist down to circle your clit once, twice, then gave it a light smack. You jolted and whined, and in the mirror you saw his eyes darken further at the sound.
“I’m gonna fill you up, make you mine. Make sure you’re all round and full of me, knock you up, Sweetheart.” Were you both in your right minds, these words this early would give you both pause, but as it were it just set you both off more.
“Please, Jay, need you to fill me up.” He wasted no time in lining himself up, his other hand still gripping your throat, squeezing just enough to make you feel it. Your eyes fluttered as he started slowly inserting himself, but after what couldn’t have been more than five seconds and barely a quarter of his length, he thrust fully in. You arched as much as his grip around you would allow, moaning loudly, him matching it a second later.
“Fuck, you’re better than I’ve ever imagined. Couldn’t wait any longer to feel you, you’re so perfect.” He thrusted slowly for a few moments, and despite the haze you were both under, it felt almost tender as he watched you in the mirror.
After a moment, Jason quickly pulled out and pulled you further on the bed, then he forced you to arch down so that your chest met the mattress and your ass faced him up in the air. He immediately thrusted back in and began a brutal pace, reaching around your body to play with your clit. He gripped your hair with his other hand, and you watched his face twist with pleasure as he pounded into you. Your hands gripped the sheets, waves of heat racing through your body.
You found yourself coming in record time, your body nearly collapsing. The arm Jason had in your hair moved to splay across your back, pushing to keep it down as the one on your clit moved to your waist to hold you up. You vaguely registered a noise behind the haze of your orgasm, but it wasn’t until your mind and vision cleared that you realized it was coming from you; loud whines escaped you as you rode out your second orgasm.
You felt the slight sting of overstimulation, but it only added to the pleasure, especially as the pollen continued to muddle your thoughts. Jason maneuvered you once more, laying you down on your back and raising your knees to your chest. As soon as the mating press registered, you whined at the reminder of his previous words.
Jason realized what you were thinking. “I told you, you’re mine, and I’m gonna make sure everybody knows.” Jason thrust back in and resumed a brutal pace, then leaned back down to your neck to leave a bruise opposite to the one from earlier. “God, this pollen is the best thing to ever happen to me. I’m so lucky, you’re so good.” When you opened your mouth to moan again, he stuck two fingers in. You immediately sucked on them, and Jason rewarded you with a near reverent good girl.
Tears fell from your eyes despite your attempts to stop them. The buildup returned, and this time you could tell Jason was close too. The hand he had in your mouth moved to your clit again, and instead of the circling you expected he gave it a light slap.
“My girl couldn’t tell me that she wanted me, hm? We coulda done this so much by now. You gotta promise to tell me what you want from now on, yeah?” When you didn’t respond fast enough, he smacked your clit again.
More tears of pleasure raced down your cheeks. “Yes, yes, promise! Please Jay, need to come!”
Jason’s moan nearly echoed off the walls at your statement, and he finally circled your clit while thrusting just a little faster. Your peak hit you immediately, and your eyes rolled back as you released a small spray of fluid. Your walls squeezing around Jason as you squirted on him is what finally set him off, and you felt his warmth filling you. He leaned down to give you a soft kiss before moving your legs down and lying next to you maneuvering you to stay inside you.
“Gotta keep it in Sweetheart, make sure it takes.” There was still a slight mania in his gaze, and you figured he must feel the pollen a bit more than you still, as you had finally cooled down and felt sated. You gave him a small hum and a peck to his lips, then closed your eyes briefly as you hugged his body to yours, utterly spent.
You felt Jason slowly harden inside you once again, and you opened your eyes to see a much more tender look on his face than your shared crazed high. “Do you feel up to one more?” He was almost bashful as he asked.
“Mhm, wanna feel you again.” While you were exhausted, you wanted to feel him once tonight when you both were mostly back in your own bodies. He moved over you and wrapped your legs around his hips, then slowly thrusted into you while he kissed you deeply. He kept a deep, steady pace instead of the furious fucking from earlier, and you felt his fingers lightly tweaking your nipples. After a few minutes of a slow, steady build up between the two of you, you reached your peak. A couple thrusts later, Jason followed. He met your lips in a sweet kiss, and you gave him a light smile. Jason pulled out and turned so that your back lied against his chest, and you two sat for a few minutes.
“We have a lot to talk about…” Jason trailed off, noticing how exhausted you looked.
“Mhm. Tomorrow. Tonight, I need a shower and sleep.”
Jason laughed lightly and got up to turn the shower on. He came back into the room and lifted you up, carrying you to the bathroom. You quickly used the restroom and tied your hair up before opening the door so you could get in the shower together, and he grabbed your loofah before pouring some soap on it. He washed your body before washing his own, then got out and passed you your towel. You both dried off and got ready for bed; Jason luckily had some overnight stuff at your place. Your reading nights sometimes ended way too late when he didn’t have work, and he would stay over. Eventually he just left some clothes and a toothbrush with you.
Once the two of you were comfortable in bed, with you resting against his side, he spoke.
“So, uh, kids?”
You snorted lightly. “I’m on birth control.”
“Oh thank god. Not that I never want that but it’s super early and we’re unprepared and-”
You cut him off. “I know Jason. We’ll talk tomorrow. G’night.” The end of your sentence drifted off as you were halfway to sleep. Jason leaned his head and kissed your forehead.
“Goodnight, Sweetheart.”