Keysmash

that’s exactly how you ended up with going on a motorcycle ride with your boyfriend wearing a scandalous skirt with nothing underneath. just your cunt against the warm leather that rumbles the slightest bit from the purr of his powerful engine.

“you’re such a brat, jason.” your whiny voice is slightly muffled from your balaclava but still sounding the perfect mix of frustrated and desperate that has jason grinning from ear to ear. you’re hearing double, the faintest echo of your voice heard from the sound system in his wine red shoei helmet that he refuses to take off.

according to him, you look hot with your helmet on, and it’s hot to see your eyes flash with faux anger before it melts away into pure desire.

you’re on the back of his bike while he stands behind you, one large hand guiding your hips up and down as you grind your weeping pussy lips and clit on his new seat.

 “oh i’m the brat for asking if you wanted to go on a ride.” he chuckles in amusement. “i thought you knew what’s going to happen when i showed you the new seat on my v-star?” his tone is almost condescending as he lifts up the back of your skirt to watch your ass and pussy lips grinding on the textured brown leather.

a low whistle is pulled from his lips. he lowers himself until he’s on his knees, face-to-face with your core. using both of his hands, he lifts your hips up and he groans when he sees the shimmering slick coating the material, with thin, stringy strands connecting to your cunt.

it’s so fucking embarrassing. you could get caught like this.

he found some multi-storey parking lot in the early evening, right before the sun set. he parked you right on the highest level where it gives a stunning view of gotham as the sun sets, all while he gets to defile you on the back of his bike.

sure, there’s only one other car parked and there hasn’t been any signs of life, but it’ll be peak traffic in about an hour.

“jason, people are gonna see!” you whine as you brace yourself on your forearms against his seat. your back is arching—traitorous of your body, really—and pushing your hips back against him. you’re dripping wet, your clit begging for any form of attention, and you know you’re going to cum if he uses his mouth properly instead of just running it.

“what’s wrong with letting people see how much of a slut my baby is for me?” he blows gently at your puffy folds, the action sending goosebumps down the back of your arms and heat shooting straight to your core. “such a pretty, pretty view, isn’t it?”

his voice is no longer clear in the sound system of your helmet now. it sounds a little faded through the carbon fibre, meaning he’s already taken off his helmet.

you look up. you know that he’s not talking about the view of the sun slowly dipping down the towering skyscrapers, painting the watercolour sky in strokes of salmon, peach, violet and fading gold. jason makes sure that your feet are supported by the pillion footrest on his bike before he’s using his large hands to pull your ass up and body down against the warm leather.

you can’t even protest, instead a long moan of relief is dragging from your throat when he spreads your cheeks apart to start eating you out from the back. he works you like it’s the last time he can. the heat of his tongue slides between your folds, swiping the sharpened tip side to side when he catches your throbbing clit. he moans when you do and the vibrations are sending electrifying shockwaves straight to your cunt.

he’s nipping playfully at the flesh of your ass, biting and spanking it as he stands up to his full height.

“jason.” his name comes in the mix of a whine and a moan when you feel his chest pressed against your back, and his bare erection rubbing against the cleft of your ass while he continues to make you ride his leather seat.

“come on, baby. be a good slut and cum all over my bike for me, yeah? it’s my good luck for the road.” you know better than anyone that it’s bullshit but you still find yourself chasing your orgasm anyway. your clit throbs as you grind down against the stitches, his hands playing with your sensitive nipples whilst his mouth busies away at kissing and nipping at your sensitive spots. “make a mess for me and i’ll let you do whatever you want with me for being so good, baby.”

jason pushes you over the edge when he moves around to wrap his mouth around your breast. between the slightly constricted air flow because of your balaclava and his ministrations, it’s enough to heighten the buzzing sensation of your pleasure to make you cum. he suckles around your nipple harshly, tongue flicking rapidly around the sensitive bud whilst the other twists and rolls. your orgasm crashes upon you—not too hard, but just hard enough for you to grip onto him for support instead.

he helps you with your helmet, taking it off and letting it fall unceremoniously to the ground before you’re yanking your balaclava off.

“fuckin’ gorgeous, baby.” jason grins, his own balaclava pooling around his neck. you use that as a leverage to yank him down to your height to kiss him. his smile only widens knowing he’s got you exactly where he wants you. without breaking the desperate liplock, he carefully shifts your position until you’re somehow lying down with your back on his tank, legs spread apart whilst propped up on his thick thighs, and his cock fully erect. “now i get to cum inside of you while i get to—”

 you know him well enough to know that being turned on and horny will not deter him from making stupid jokes.

“if you finish that sentence, i’m going to cut your balls off, todd.” your threat is met with your boyfriend gleefully grinning ear to ear as he slides his thick erection between your puffy, slick folds.

“yeah, yeah, you love me. now let me fuck my baby’s sweet cunt on my bike to avoid any bad luck.”

"Oh, hi. make yourself comfortable, I'm leaving." Your voice sounded calm and collected, making Jason's blood boil. Who the fuck you think you are?. But you didn't have time for any of his reactions, you needed to get that flash drive to your mentor as quickly as possible.

Jason snorted, the sound coming out a bit funny through the helmet's modulator. You took it as a warning to leave and didn't hesitate to run, Jason right behind you. The chase didn't last long, because despite his size, Jason was much faster than you expected. He took advantage of a curve over the Gotham rooftops and grabbed you, quickly throwing you against the wall. His hands were firm on your neck, your breathing was labored, and the glowing red eyes of his mask stared at you.

"Here, I was saving this for you," you said, a smile playing on your lips once more. He tightened his grip on your fragile neck, a silent warning to you not to move. And then, with his free hand, Jason searched on your body for a pocket where you might be keeping what you'd stolen from him. Your chest rose and fell, your eyes shone, and your scent was beginning to distract Jason's senses. One moment he had you at his mercy, the next you were on top of him, a dagger lightly piercing his ribs.

"Did you like my perfume? It was a gift from Ivy…" At that moment, Jason needed all his self-control to get you off him. He had to be quick and precise. He pushed you away, grabbed the small bag you kept at your waist, and ran as far away from you as possible.

Jason hated that night, because the worst part of it all was having to run back home with a painful bulge between his legs.

The second date took longer to happen, and Jason couldn't take it anymore. He was obsessed. He couldn't get you out of his head, and this time he was sure it had nothing to do with your perfume. He had vivid dreams with you beneath him, panting and trembling. He already knew who you were, your name, where you lived, and how you met Ivy, so he decided to go after you, because he couldn't bear to jerk off in the shower again because of you. After another peaceful patrol, Jason made his way to your apartment, and he knew better than to climb in through the window and be attacked by some strange plant. He climbed in through your neighbor's window and then gained access to your front door through the hallway. You weren't just Ivy's helper; for the most part, you lived a normal life, with college and a job. And after an exhausting day at work, the last thing you expected was to find the Red Hood in your bed.

It was your turn to freeze, and yet you knew you couldn't show your surprise.

"Make yourself comfortable, princess" he said, spreading his legs wider as he leaned his hips forward, making himself more comfortable on the edge of your bed.

"Do I have anything you might want?" you asked, genuinely doubtful. You took off your glasses and placed them on your desk, beginning your after-work ritual, as if Jason were a minor inconvenience.

He laughed and stood up, moving closer and closer to you.

"You're what I want" he said directly, making your smile grow.

"Have you been dreaming about me a lot?" you asked, not at all surprised by his actions.

The truth was, before you met, you already knew who he was and asked Ivy for help in exchange for some favors. You needed that man as much as Ivy needed the files. Jason laughed and pressed you against the wall again, his hand on your neck, this time not as firmly. You could feel his bulge pressing against your thigh and couldn't hold back the moan. Jason laughed again. "So needy" he said and you reciprocated taking your hand to his cock and stroking it over his tactical pants.

Jason sighed, his quick fingers lifting your dress. He wanted more, and he wanted it fast. In one fluid motion, Jason lifted you, wrapping your legs around his waist. Once again, the moan escaped, the pressure his cock exerted on your clit strong enough to make you grind against him, seeking more friction.

"Needy little thing, are you that desperate for my cock?" he mocked as he pressed his hand against your breast and rolled your nipple between his fingers.

"More…" you managed to say, trying to hold back your moans and sighs.

"What? Louder," he said, and even through the mask, you could tell he was smiling. That wicked, incredibly arousing smile only he could give. By now, your panties were a wet mess against the bulge of his cock, which seemed to grow larger with each roll of your hips against his. Jason pressed you tighter against the wall to still your movements. "Repeat, doll."

"More, Red… please." That was all he needed to hear before he moved his hand further down and touched you where you needed it most. Jason started making circular motions on your clit, and when you were already accustomed to the growing knot at the bottom of your stomach, he inserted a finger, two, and with the third, he kept the thrusts slow and strong.

You thought you were dreaming, Red Hood himself fucking you so good with just his fingers.

"If you keep holding on, I won't give you my cock. Come on, ma, let me hear you" Jason teased, increasing the speed of his fingers. "Let me know how good you're feeling with just my fingers."

You found yourself holding on to his strong arms to calm yourself and not get carried away by the sensation of his fingers inside you. "Fuck, Red… I n-need you, p-pleas-fuck! Don't stop!"

"There she is." And he stopped, like the good bastard he is. He stopped as soon as he felt your pussy tighten around his fingers. "Come here, I'll give you the real thing, ready?"

You just nodded, unable to do anything but receive what he had to give. Jason led you to the bed, throwing you carelessly onto it and pulling you to the edge. He removed your dress and ripped your panties before pulling away slightly and starting to pull down his own pants. He pulled them down just enough to free his cock, which sprang out, reddened, swollen, and dripping with precum. Your mouth watered, but you knew you had no time for these games. "Do you want it gentle?" he asked.

"I just want you," you replied, and before you could do anything else, he was slamming into you relentlessly, eliciting a loud moan from both of you. Jason held your leg open with one hand, and with the other, he held your waist to keep you from pulling away from his thrusts. "Fuck, you're so tight, ma… I could cum right now."

Jason was sweating inside that helmet, but the excitement of fucking you with all that Red Hood armor made him forget that minor discomfort. Your breasts swayed with his thrusts, your eyes closed and your mouth open, releasing the most arousing noises he'd ever heard. The way you held onto his arms, your nails almost passing through the leather of his gloves, the way your pussy accommodated his entire cock, almost drove him crazy.

"On top, Red…" you moaned. "Let me go on top."

He groaned, pushing all the way in until his pubic hair touched your clit. "Not this time, doll." And then he flipped you over, as if you were nothing more than a rag doll. Ass up and face down. Jason gave your ass a hard slap before moving again. You could already feel his cock throbbing, his thrusts getting deeper and more rhythmic. He pulled you by the hair until your back collided with his chest and then said, "Is this what you wanted so much? Hm? To be fucked like a slut? To receive the best cock of your life? Yeah? Talk to me, princess."

Jason couldn't hold back any longer. He was one or two thrusts away from painting your entire insides with his cum. And then he hit it, your legs trembled, and you almost screamed his name. "I'm… fuck, red… I'm cumming, I'm cumming, fuck, don't stop, omg."

"Come on, cum on my cock. Fuck, ma… so good around my cock. You're doing so fucking good for me." Jason kept hitting that spot, fucking you through your orgasm and bringing him to his. He almost wasn't quick enough to pull out, spraying his hot, thick cum all over your back. Jason had never come so much in one go, he even felt dizzy. You almost blacked out, your legs were still shaking, and your brain couldn't form a full sentence. Your eyes were almost closing on their own, and you didn't have the strength to stop them.

"Are you okay?" You could hear Jason's voice without the modulator, but you were too tired to look at him. "Yes… are you leaving yet?"

your jaw was already starting to ache, but you loved it. you loved the feeling of being completely full of him, your mouth stretched, your throat working to take every thick inch. the only light in the room was the hypnotic, colorful glow from his monitor, casting shifting shadows across his lap. the only sounds were the frantic clicks of his mouse, the distant pops of digital gunfire from his headset, and the wet, sloppy noises you were making on his cock.

he was a thick, heavy mouthful. you could taste his arousal, salty, sharp, and sweet. you swirled your tongue around the wide, smooth crown of his head before swallowing him deep again, your lips pressing against the coarse hair at his base. a low groan rumbled in his chest, a vibration you felt travel straight down his shaft and into your mouth.

he was trying so hard to keep playing. his left hand was a blur over the keyboard, but his right leg, the one you were nestled against, was trembling. his whole body was coiled with tension, half from the game and half from you.

“what the fuck, todd? you aiming at the sky or somethin’?” a tinny voice crackled from the headset lying on his desk. he’d tossed it there minutes ago, complaining his ears were hot. it was a flimsy excuse. you both knew he wanted to hear you.

“shut up, ‘m lagging,” he grunted, his voice tight and strained.

on screen, his character strafed right into a wall and just stood there. he was losing his focus. you smirked against him and picked up the pace, your head bobbing faster. you cupped his heavy balls with your free hand, your thumb stroking the sensitive skin of his taint in slow, deliberate circles. he hissed, a sharp intake of air. his character was unceremoniously gunned down. ‘respawning in 5...4…’ flashed across the screen.

he didn’t even notice. his head was thrown back against the headrest now, his eyes squeezed shut. his right hand had abandoned the mouse completely, his fingers digging into the leather armrest of his chair, knuckles white.

“dude, are you even playing?” the voice from the headset asked again, this time laced with genuine annoyance.

jason didn’t answer. he simply didn’t feel like it.

you were breaking him, piece by piece, and it was the hottest thing you could imagine. the sounds you were making were obscene, a wet symphony of suction and squelching that was purely carnal. he was breathing hard, short, sharp pants that were almost sobs, each one making his cock twitch in your throat.

with a frustrated growl that was pure animalistic instinct, he reached over and slammed the power button on his pc. the monitors went black. the game sounds died. the room was plunged into an abrupt, shocking darkness.

the silence was absolute, except for you. the wet, filthy noises of you sucking him off seemed to echo in the sudden quiet.

his hand shot down, fast and hard, his fingers tangling in your hair. he gripped a thick handful at the back of your head. it wasn’t gentle.

“mm, look at me,” he commanded, his voice a low, guttural rasp in the dark.

he started to fuck your mouth.

his hips bucked in his chair, setting a brutal, punishing pace. his thick cock slammed into the back of your throat with a wet, percussive slap. you gagged, your eyes watering, but you didnt pull away. you took every single powerful, desperate thrust.

“oh, fuck,” he groaned, his head falling back again. “my good lil’ slut, right here on the floor, taking my cock like you were born for it.”

his filthy praise was a shockwave to your system. you moaned around him, a pathetic, needy sound muffled by the sheer volume of him. his grip on your hair tightened, yanking your head back slightly before forcing you down even deeper. you could feel the ridge of his cock head scraping against your tonsils, a feeling that was half pain, half unbelievable pleasure.

“you love this, huh?” he panted, his thrusts becoming frantic, almost clumsy with need. “being a dirty girl. my personal stress relief.”

he pulled out abruptly. you were left gasping, a long string of your mixed spit and his slick connecting your chin to the glistening tip of his cock. he gripped his own shaft, his knuckles white. with a sharp, deliberate motion, he slapped the wet, heavy head of his cock across your cheek.

the force of it snapped your head to the side, the sound a wet, sharp smack in the silent room. it stung, but a thrill shot through you. when you turned back to face him, a thick, pearly smear of his pre-cum was left glistening on your skin in the faint moonlight. the sight of you, marked by him, dazed and waiting, was what broke him.

“fuck, mamas,” he breathed, a raw, guttural sound. “open up.”

he grabbed the back of your head again and shoved his cock back into your mouth, ramming it deep into your throat. you gagged hard, a full body convulsion that made your stomach clench.

a raw sound tore from his throat. “fuck, yeah, oh my fu—right there. don’t you fucking move.”

he started pounding into your mouth, his hips slamming against the arm of his chair with a violent, frantic rhythm. he was completely lost to the feeling. his free hand came down and gripped his own thigh, his muscles bunched and straining.

“gonna cum, baby,” he grunted, the words ripped from him as he pistoned into you. “shit, ‘m gonna come so hard. you better take it all for me. swallow every last drop.”

you braced yourself, your own hands gripping his knees to keep you steady. with one last, impossibly deep thrust that felt like it was trying to touch your stomach, he let go.

a thick, hot torrent of his cum flooded the back of your throat. it was so much. a massive load that you struggled to swallow. he kept pumping, jet after powerful jet, groaning your name like it was the only word he knew. the taste was intensely musky and salty, the very essence of him. you swallowed desperately, your throat working, your eyes streaming, determined to obey his command.

finally, his powerful thrusts subsided into weak twitches. he slumped back in his chair, completely spent, his head lolling to the side, his chest heaving. he stayed buried deep inside your mouth for a long moment, his cock pulsing weakly as the last of his orgasm faded away.

slowly, he pulled out. you stayed kneeled on the floor, your head bowed, just trying to catch your breath as a thick drop of his cum dripped from your chin onto the gray rug. the room was quiet except for the sound of both of you panting.

after a minute, he leaned forward, resting his forearms on his thighs. he looked down at you, really looked at the mess you were: his cum still on your chin, the smear on your cheek, your face flushed, your hair a mess. a short, shaky breath that was almost a laugh escaped him.

“holy shit,” he said, his voice still rough. “you’re insane.”