DCU Fanfic: Sex Tactics
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shinyglorchanTitle: Sex Tactics
Fandom: DCU
Character(s): Mia, Jason
Pairing(s): Jason/Mia
Word Count: 487
Genre: general/light smut
Rating: Light R/M
Notes: Bek wrote me Jason/Mia fic this morning. It gave me a Jason/Mia bunny. I copped out on porn, mainly because I have to run to class now. XD (Also for my Jason claim at![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
dcu_freeforall: #30 Pulse.) I had a better title midway through the fic, but dammit, I've forgotten it. :/
Link: N/A
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“Just because I’m about to see you naked doesn’t mean I like you,” Mia announced between rough kisses and pulling Jason’s shirt off him.
“Mmhmm,” Jason agreed, working his skillful hands under her tank top to make quick work of unfastening Mia’s bra.
Mia huffed as she tossed his shirt behind her. “Oh, stop being so patronizing!” she almost shouted as she pulled away, yanking off her tank top before pulling Jason down for a bruising kiss.
She could feel Jason chuckling into the kiss, so she started to unbuckle Jason’s belt and get her hand into his pants, squeezing his cock, hard. Jason jerked from the kiss with an almost pained gasp, giving Mia a little glare. She just gave him an innocent look in return, squeezing him again and feeling his cock pulse in her hand. Obviously, Jason liked it a bit rough.
“You like that, huh?” she almost sneered as she pulled down his jeans, letting them pool at his ankles. “Do you have a masochism kink under all that machismo, Jason?”
Jason snorted as he kicked off his jeans before grabbing Mia’s hips, sliding his hands up and down before hooking his thumbs into her sweats. “Nah, just learned to make pain feel good. Self-preservation tact, but you’d know about those, right, sweetheart?” he teased, almost mockingly as he dragged down her sweat pants, taking her panties down with them.
Mia scowled, stepping out of her sweats and panties before giving Jason a shove. “Fuck you,” she told him, pushing him against a wall and kissed him again.
When Jason broke the kiss, he smirked. “Getting to it, babe,” he said, licking his lips and pressing his erection against her hip.
“You’re not fucking me,” she stated, firmly. “Fingers only, with clean gloves then maybe I’ll give you a blow job.”
Jason snorted. “Bossy, bossy, but I didn’t know you cared,” he said with a smirk as he crouched down to grab the medical grade latex gloves he brought with him from his jeans pocket. “Can’t say I’m not prepared.”
Mia rolled her eyes, grabbing his hand. “Then c’mon. Better be good at this, or you’re not getting that blow job. And I’m not going to fake it to spare your ego if you’re no good,” she said as she led him to the bedroom.
“Don’t worry about that, Mia,” Jason assured, letting himself be dragged behind her. “You’ll be too busy to even think about faking or not faking it.”
“Sure, sure, put your money where your mouth is,” she goaded as she crawled onto the bed, laying back and splaying out her legs, giving Jason a come hither look. “Personally, I think you’re probably all talk.”
Jason smirked as he snapped on the gloves, climbing into bed, and sitting between Mia’s legs. “Well, time to prove you wrong, babe,” he replied as his deft fingers began to tease her.
Fandom: DCU
Character(s): Mia, Jason
Pairing(s): Jason/Mia
Word Count: 487
Genre: general/light smut
Rating: Light R/M
Notes: Bek wrote me Jason/Mia fic this morning. It gave me a Jason/Mia bunny. I copped out on porn, mainly because I have to run to class now. XD (Also for my Jason claim at
dcu_freeforall: #30 Pulse.) I had a better title midway through the fic, but dammit, I've forgotten it. :/Link: N/A
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“Just because I’m about to see you naked doesn’t mean I like you,” Mia announced between rough kisses and pulling Jason’s shirt off him.
“Mmhmm,” Jason agreed, working his skillful hands under her tank top to make quick work of unfastening Mia’s bra.
Mia huffed as she tossed his shirt behind her. “Oh, stop being so patronizing!” she almost shouted as she pulled away, yanking off her tank top before pulling Jason down for a bruising kiss.
She could feel Jason chuckling into the kiss, so she started to unbuckle Jason’s belt and get her hand into his pants, squeezing his cock, hard. Jason jerked from the kiss with an almost pained gasp, giving Mia a little glare. She just gave him an innocent look in return, squeezing him again and feeling his cock pulse in her hand. Obviously, Jason liked it a bit rough.
“You like that, huh?” she almost sneered as she pulled down his jeans, letting them pool at his ankles. “Do you have a masochism kink under all that machismo, Jason?”
Jason snorted as he kicked off his jeans before grabbing Mia’s hips, sliding his hands up and down before hooking his thumbs into her sweats. “Nah, just learned to make pain feel good. Self-preservation tact, but you’d know about those, right, sweetheart?” he teased, almost mockingly as he dragged down her sweat pants, taking her panties down with them.
Mia scowled, stepping out of her sweats and panties before giving Jason a shove. “Fuck you,” she told him, pushing him against a wall and kissed him again.
When Jason broke the kiss, he smirked. “Getting to it, babe,” he said, licking his lips and pressing his erection against her hip.
“You’re not fucking me,” she stated, firmly. “Fingers only, with clean gloves then maybe I’ll give you a blow job.”
Jason snorted. “Bossy, bossy, but I didn’t know you cared,” he said with a smirk as he crouched down to grab the medical grade latex gloves he brought with him from his jeans pocket. “Can’t say I’m not prepared.”
Mia rolled her eyes, grabbing his hand. “Then c’mon. Better be good at this, or you’re not getting that blow job. And I’m not going to fake it to spare your ego if you’re no good,” she said as she led him to the bedroom.
“Don’t worry about that, Mia,” Jason assured, letting himself be dragged behind her. “You’ll be too busy to even think about faking or not faking it.”
“Sure, sure, put your money where your mouth is,” she goaded as she crawled onto the bed, laying back and splaying out her legs, giving Jason a come hither look. “Personally, I think you’re probably all talk.”
Jason smirked as he snapped on the gloves, climbing into bed, and sitting between Mia’s legs. “Well, time to prove you wrong, babe,” he replied as his deft fingers began to tease her.
