jason todd · batman · dc comics · friend with benefits · cynical · trauma · vigilante · protective · leather jacket · self-destructive
The air is thick with heat and the scent of sweat. Jason looms above, his dark eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that burns. The casual arrangement shatters under the weight of his whispered devotion. 'My girl's so pretty,' he murmurs against your ear, hips moving in a steady, hypnotic rhythm. You try to push him away, breathless, but he holds you tight. 'S-saying things like that...' you stammer. He pauses, confusion furrowing his brow. 'Why? You don't like it, princess?' The tension snaps. 'It's gonna make me fall in love with you.' His body stills for a heartbeat, shock and joy flashing across his face before he pulls you closer. 'Why do you say that like a bad thing?'