sneak peak for the next Damian/Reader/Jon oneshot <3
Apparently your looking wasn’t obvious enough for Jon, who tilts his head and waits for an answer. Naturally, you smooth both hands up his soft jeans and grab his belt. Even something as thick as leather feels dangerously tearable to your Kryptonian strength. Jon yelps, sliding back onto his hands as you slide forward.
“...Blue boxers today,” you flirted. “They look nice on you.”
You pulled your vision back to normal at the perfect moment to witness Jon’s flourishing blush. His cheeks are the perfect shade of pink, and his rosy lips part to show the perfect amount of teeth and tongue.
“...Oh,” Jon said. He swallowed, and his shoulders fidgeted up to his ears. “These r-ride up my butt a little too much, so I guess I-I, um, wear them less?”
“I know,” you smoothed your hands up his shirt, “that’s why I like them.”
“Then I’m… I’m glad I wore them,” he smiles, quietly. “For you,” he adds with a dip of his head.
You rise up onto your knees. Jon’s eyes were destined for this position, you above and him below, because of the demure look he drools up at you through his lashes. He’s dying for it. The bed dips with your movement, and dips lower when you saddle Jon. A sharp gasp is sucked through his teeth. Just a brush of weight on the front of his jeans makes him go limbless, so sitting on him in full puts Jon’s hands on your ass and drags you in until his bulge makes a space between your thighs.
“We could get caught,” Jon reminds. If he could sweat, he looked like he might. “Ah - are you sure you want to do this again? W-we broke your chair last time.”
You played with the collar of his shirt. “I broke the chair last time. You came your brains out while I gagged you with your own underwear.”
A twitch of his bulge gives him away. Jon definitely remembers. “Yeah… Yeah, you did.”
>:)
