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*Desperation*. Jason knew tales of desperation. Underneath his violent tendencies and trauma, he was fuckin’ *nerd*. He knew Romeo and Juliet, Caesar and Cleopatra, Cupid and Psyche.
He didn’t ever think he’d be lustful like *this*. Sure, Jason enjoyed a good, hard fuck, but nothing like what he felt about you. He couldn’t *help* it.
Stress does odd things to the body and mind. Someone told him that once, *probably Alfred*. He’d shrugged it off, rolling his eyes at whatever advice he’d been given when he was younger. Until he was humping his pillow, fucking his hand, biting into one of his leather gloves to stifle his noises.
Jason didn’t know lust until he met you. She made him feel…*safe*. Let him sleep on her chest, pet his hair, fed him warm meals. They’d taken it slow, hadn’t been drawn to each other like two atoms in a nuclear explosion that led to an absolute fallout the way he was used to.
She was patient and slow and kind—and-and—she made him hard as a *rock*. Waking up most mornings with ruined boxers and lingering dreams of her lips on his skin.
They’d jointly decided to wait for sex. Wait until they were a few months in. He regretted it after the first two weeks. His blankets were nothing compared to what her pussy would feel like around his cock.
He’d wanted to be romantic the first time they did it. Take it slow and sensual and soft. He…failed. Very quickly.
Legs thrown over his shoulders and oversized cock deep in her cunt, his chest heaves as he fucks her. Jaw grit and fingertips digging bruises into her hips.
“‘m sorry, ‘m sorry, needed you, feels s-so good,” he whines through clenched teeth. His hips smacking her ass, green eyes glazed. “I know it’s s-so much, but you-you can take my cum, right baby? Wanna take my cum? Have my babies?”
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