rose’s scorn
word count: 1.9k
pairings: jason todd x f!reader
warnings:SMUT SMUT SMUT, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. p in v, oral (fem!receiving) sex. minor spoilers for titans s2. is badly written a warning? unedited.
a/n: titans as a show is so shit. the plot is all over the place, the characters and relationships are cringe and form too quickly and everything is just so unrealistic, i hate it so fucking much. that being said, it did give us shirtless curran walters. i imagine this takes place around s2 e11. enjoy??
“We only have two rooms available, unfortunately.”
You groaned inwardly, sparing a glance over your shoulder at Jason and Rose, the latter of which was batting her eyelashes, her hand provocatively dancing over Jason’s bicep. You suppressed an eye roll at the sight and turned to face the apologetic receptionist, answering her with a “Fine. We’ll take them.”
You turned to face the “couple” behind you again, “You two can share?”
“What?” Jason said, his eyes running over your face, at the same time that Rose squealed, “Yes.” You took that as your answer.
The three of you had found yourself in a pretty luxurious hotel after leaving Titans tower. Dick had finally come clean with the team, unveiling the true events leading up to Jericho’s death, and you couldn’t stand being in that space any longer. You had been a part of the Titans before Jason had, so you and Jericho had come to be good friends. In fact, you were one of the first to tell Dick you were leaving, Jason immediately piping up behind you, “I’m going with her.”
The warm feeling that enveloped your chest was soon dissipated when Rose asked to join you. Without so much as a glance back at Jason, you assented, figuring that’s what he’d want. After all, Rose hadn’t really kept quiet about their kiss. She kept asking Rachel for advice on what to do while you were literally right there- not wanting to hear any of it.
Because the thing was, unlike what Rose believed, she wasn’t the only one to have kissed Jason.
The two of you had known each other for a while now, and you hadn’t been able to pinpoint exactly when your friendship had grown into…something more. One heated kiss during training, another when Jason had injured himself, leading to you standing in between his legs, his chest trembling as your fingers applied a balm to his bare skin- and before you knew it, his hand was cupping your cheek and his lips were on yours, devouring you like a man starved.
That was it, though. The two of you hadn’t spoken about either incident, wanting to stick with your comfortable, safe relationship of friends. Sure, maybe you had thought that the two of you would eventually wake up and realise what you had been missing out all along, just like in the movies. Maybe you had believed the two of you would eventually end up together, just like you belonged.
Now, it seemed unlikely, what with a certain thorny Rose in the way.
The knocks on your door come in threes, in rapid succession.
You open it to reveal Jason Todd, standing in your doorway in a grey T-shirt and shorts, presumably his nightclothes.
“Yes?” you ask, crossing your arms over your chest, cheeks heating up when Jason’s eyes flash downwards for a split second.
“Can I- Can we share the room instead?”
You blink at him, taken aback by the question. Wouldn’t he like to share with Rose? Now that they were practically together, this just didn’t make sense. Plus, would she even be okay with him coming here?
“What about Rose?” you voice your last concerns out loud, darting a glance out into the hallway, in the direction of her room, “I thought she wanted to share with you?”
“She did,” Jason allows, “It was me who didn’t want to.”
“Why not?” you ask, staying rooted to the spot as Jason moves closer to you.
He husks a half-laugh, an incredulous look in his eye as if he can’t believe what you’re asking of him, before he lowers his face so his lips are inches apart from yours.
Your eyes must be comically wide by now, you’re sure, but all you can say is, “Oh.”
The glint in Jason’s eye vanishes and his lip curls up in a slight frown, evidently disappointed by your lack of reciprocation, and his feet shift like he’s about to step away from you. You don’t give him the chance, though, your hands shooting out to fist into his shirt, pulling him down to meet your lips.
He responds in a frenzy, his mouth moving much faster than yours as he walks you backwards into the room, leaving you no choice but to increase your pace until you match his desperation. One of his hands wraps around your waist, the other curls at the back of your head before he pushes you up against the door to shut it, kissing you viciously, his hands taking the brunt of the force so you don’t get hurt.
It’s a small gesture, one you can barely focus on because God, he knows how to kiss, but it warms your heart just the same.
Jason’s hips rut into yours harshly, and you bite down on your lip to stop an embarrassing sound from escaping. He notices, unhooking it with his thumb before snatching it up in another kiss, his teeth scraping along your lower lip.
“You drive me crazy,” he gasps, pulling you away from the door and twirling the two of you around, walking you backwards to the bed. You’re pushed down into the mattress, given no opportunity to protest before he’s stalking up your body, meeting your lips again as he uses his weight to keep you pressed down.
“Take this off,” he says, tugging at the hem of your shirt, and you immediately go to comply before stopping in your tracks.
“Wait,” you say, and Jason stills on top of you, concern overtaking his original expression of desire. When he speaks, his words are unsteady, “Shit, are you okay? Are we going too fast?”
“No,” you say immediately, your hand reaching up to trace reassuring circles along his cheekbone, “No, this is fine. Can you- can you just turn off the lights?”
Jason frowns down at you, “But then I won’t be able to see you.”
“Exactly,” you say, “That’s the entire point. Can you please get them?”
“Y/N,” Jason says slowly, “I want to see you.”
You sigh, your eyes travelling beyond Jason’s face to stare at the ceiling behind him as you quietly admit, “I’m not much to look at.”
“Babe?” Jason gets your attention back, your chest warming at the nickname, “That’s utter bullshit.”
You open your mouth to argue, but Jason silences you with a kiss, his hips dipping to meet yours in soft grinds, so all the words that come out of your mouth after are unintelligible. He seems entirely too cocky about that, ridding himself of his shirt swiftly. Yours is thrown off shortly after, tossed in the same direction that his clothes went.
Jason audibly sputters as he realises you aren’t wearing a bra, his hands coming up to smoothe over your ribs to your breasts almost reverently. You arch your back as you let out a choked moan, only to gasp as Jason lowers his mouth to kiss around your right mound, before sucking at your nipple, his teeth coming into play moments after to scrape at the same area.
He alternates his attention between the two, the one without his mouth earning his hand instead, and you are utterly convinced that you are going to die in this bed.
“No bra,” he says into your skin as his mouth marks you, “It’s almost like you planned for this to happen.”
“No,” you weakly protest as Jason kisses down your stomach, his hands pulling off your pants and underwear in one smooth motion before pushing your thighs apart. You shut your eyes as you feel his mouth at the inside of your right thigh, needing to get the words out, you gasp, “I’m not the one who showed up with a condom in my pockets.”
Jason laughs, sending vibrations through your cunt and you jolt, earning his hand draping over your waist to hold you in place.
“Nothing gets past you, huh?” he says affectionately, licking a harsh stripe up your cunt before you can respond. It’s not like you’d be able to anyways, his mouth and fingers work in tandem to keep you speechless. He kisses your cunt sloppily, fingers slipping in and out in lazy thrusts as he works harder with his tongue. At one point, he pulls away completely, leaving you to whine at the empty feeling. He just laughs before slapping your pussy, making you cry out and tense every muscle in your fucking body, before his mouth is back to work, soothing the sting he left. You cum not long after, hard, and he works you through it meticulously, kissing your thighs as you come down from your high.
When he crawls up your body again, you’re ready, wanting to repay him for what might as well have been the best orgasm of your life. Your hands find his shoulders and you whip the two of you around, leaving you on top. You straddle him, revelling in the gasp he lets out, before you lean forward to make out with him again. You shift your hips just so, and he ruts his up into yours, your eyes widening at just how large he is. Slipping your hand down, you palm him through his shorts, his head falling back against the headboard with a thud, as if all his strength just seeped out of him. It returns just when you sneak a hand into his boxers, cupping around his cock, before his eyes fly open. “No, no,” he says, flipping the two of you back around, “Absolutely not.”
He whips his remaining clothes off with little flourish, only at the last second remembering the condom in his pocket. He rips it open with his teeth, the action turning you on more than it probably should have, before he slides it on and enters you.
“Oh fuck,” you moan, muscles tensing as he slides in, staying in place for a few moments to gauge your reaction. When you nod at him, he starts moving ever so gently, his hands pushing your thighs further apart. His thrusts are languid and torturous, you can feel every vein of his cock, every twitch it makes as you shift underneath him.
Boldly, you twine your legs around his waist and lock them, forcing him even deeper into you and he groans. It takes a few more slow, rolling thrusts before you break, your cunt tightening around him, the sensation bringing him to his own high.
“Oh God,” you say, clapping a hand over your mouth. It’s an hour later, you and Jason are back in your bed again. You had headed to the shower together to “get cleaned up” which, in reality, resulted in round two. After that, you actually cleaned up, before sneaking under the covers again, truly exhausted and in dire need for rest after your…activities.
“What?” Jason asks you, looking bemused as he pulls your hand off your mouth. He kisses it, and you feel a strange giddiness, but you push it away to answer him.
“Rose,” you tell him, “She’s right down the hall. Shit, do you think she heard us?”
“I hope she did,” Jason says, “Maybe she’ll get the hint. And if she doesn’t, we can always try again tomorrow.”
“I’m going to hold you to that, Todd.”
“Wouldn’t want it any other way, L/N.”
