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— tags: smut 18+, naked female clothed male, cunnilingus (jason is a pussy eater and i meant it here), size differences*, size kink, rough sex, vaginal sex, belly bulge, overstimulation, creampie, fluff at the end
*❗content warning: repeated (and i meant repeated) descriptions about their size differences, so proceed with caution! it's going to be excessive lol so if it's not your cup of tea you can skip this one :)
"Red."
She whimpers pathetically, eyes blurry with unshed tears as she looks down at the man situated in between her wide open thighs.
Red Hood's tongue delves into her pussy, eating her out like a man starving. Maybe he is. Because it's been… what? Thirty minutes? And he hasn't stopped. Not even for stretching his massive body or something. Not for one second, even.
His lips keep making out with her cunt.
She's overly sensitive.
But by hearing her mewling his name it spurs him on, for he's sucking her clit hard with a low groan.
Her hips shot high. She will probably reach the ceiling of her room if Red Hood's hands on her hips aren't holding her down.
"Red! Ohmygodohmygodohmygod!"
She sobs, orgasm wrecking her body like a ship against gigantic waves. Tears falling down her face in rivulets, dampening her soft pink pillowcase.
She can hear Red Hood shuffling now, by the sound of the fabric of her bedding against his clothes.
"You said you want to take my cock whole and not just half to three quarters," he says, voice hoarse, "I should prepare you thoroughly to make that possible. And multiple orgasms seem to prepare your tiny pretty pussy better indeed."
He proves his point by sweeping his fingers around her pussy opening, gathering her arousal.
"Look at this."
He's showing his shiny fingers to her.
"Look at you gushing for me. All for me, isn't that true, princess?"
"Yes, Red. All for you."
Red Hood smiles, eyes glittering with wickedness and blown wide with lust behind his mask.
Red Hood quickly works, removing his belt and thigh holsters and dragging his trousers and briefs down above his knees.
He positions his leaking fat cock on her entrance, moving it up and down that at some point the angry red tip catches inside her.
She jerks at that, letting out a gasp. Her body always seems to forget how big he is compared to her.
Red Hood doesn't seem to notice because now he's placing his cock on her entire mound, his tip rests right above her navel. She shudders at the image both of them create.
He is so massive. It should make her feel wary or something, she thinks, but she just feels that she's being taken care of and protected by this masked vigilante. A man that's capable of eradicating crime without mercy in Gotham streets is also able to worship her body and make her feel safe whenever she's with him, making her feel so wanted.
See, her thoughts have wandered into deeper territory she doesn't wish to visit—at least not right now anyway, when the man above her is about to be balls deep inside of her.
She directs her mind to the present.
Red Hood rubs his cock on her pussy, slathering the underside with her arousal from the orgasms he has drawn from her.
"I'm not doing my job well if you're able to leave me alone and busy with your thoughts."
"Huh?"
She doesn't think Red Hood realizes that, she's pretty sure she was just lost in her mind for some milliseconds.
Red Hood removes himself from the top of her. She is about to protest but he swiftly sits on his haunches and pumps his cock with his precum and the wet underside of his cock from her arousal, slathering the moistures all over his cock.
Before knowing it, he has positioned himself back above her body.
She knows if hypothetically there's a mirror on her ceiling, she's only able to see his broad shoulders and toned body on the reflection—maybe her thighs if she opened them wide but that's it—because this massive man just simply covers her smaller torso with his. And she likes it more than she ever should.
Red Hood eases his tip inside of her and she feels the relief of having a part of him in her.
She closes her eyes as he keeps feeding her pussy with his cock.
She can feel the slight pleasant ache that indicates he's working himself deep inside of her. He's probably almost all in now, she thinks.
But when she opens her eyes he's only about halfway inside.
Red Hood's expression indicates that he's holding back, pleasure written all over his face.
But he is nothing if not relentless, keep pushing hips and drawing back, trying to ease the process. He keeps stuffing her with the rest of his cock centimeter by centimeter.
When he's like four fifths inside her, he groans her name.
"Princess. You're–" he groans, "you're always so tight. But I think this is the tightest you've ever been."
She preens at his dirty talk.
"It's you that is so big, Red. Why are you so big, so so big."
Tears gathered in her eyes at the sensation of his fat cock almost fully nestled inside of her. She has never felt like this, so full and whole. And he hasn't even all the way in.
And it's true. He's very considerable, and definitely the biggest one she has ever taken. The first time they're doing this—it was two months after he was wounded in her fire escape and kept visiting her weekly since then, just hanging out and mindlessly talking with her after his patrol—Red Hood was only able to put one third of his cock inside of her because he was afraid he was going to break her, even though she was begging him to just put the rest of it inside. Afterwards he was making it up to her by eating her out until she couldn't feel her thighs because of how he was holding her down so she couldn't squirm away from his ministrations.
Red Hood growls in her ear, cupping her tit and harshly playing with her nipple.
"You're flattering me so much, my sun."
My sun. Her nickname from him after learning the meaning of her name. It makes her feel buzzing that has nothing to do with him currently working his cock to be buried deep inside of her body.
Red Hood swaps his fingers with his hot mouth, his teeth pulling at her peaked brown nipple.
"Ah!"
Red Hood puts his forehead on hers.
His minty breath fanning her hair as he stuffs the rest of his cock while also keeps distracting her from the stretch by circling her areola with her tongue and sucking on her nipple and globe of tit—leaving hickeys, switching between right to left.
Until he accomplishes the thing that she has wanted since the first time they slept together: the entirety of his fat cock inside of her pussy.
"Redredredredoh."
She feels intense stretch and pleasure she has never felt before, feeling his cock stretch her and the length of it reach a part inside her no one has ever been able to go.
She feels so incredibly full.
"That's it. It's all in. You take all of my cock. Your tiny cunt is able to swallow all of me."
Red Hood kisses the rivulets that sliding down her cheek away, licking them clean.
She squeezes her inner muscles at the praises and the gesture and he groans, deep rumbles of sound from his chest.
She can feel every ridge of his cock, his veins rubbing deliciously against her walls.
She has to bite her lips to contain her mewls.
"We're a tight fit. You're so good for me, so perfect."
She moans at his praises.
Curious, she looks down at the part where they're joined.
A tiny gasp leaves her at the sight.
Her lower stomach has a bulge from his cock residing inside.
Red Hood touches the indentation on her lower stomach, pressing on where his cock is nestled deep in her.
"Look where I am inside of you."
He says as he keeps the pressure on her skin.
"You're–you're so deep."
She breathes out, seeing the proof of how different their bodies are—how big, how massive he is compared to her regular size, sending minds into so many directions.
He caresses the bump with his hand like it's the first time he has ever witnessed this.
"It's the first time I have ever left something like this."
He says as if he knows what she's thinking about.
"You're so beautiful like this."
She whimpers, her blown wide dark brown eyes seeing his beautiful rugged face above her. Even though he's always with his mask, his beauty has never been able to be obscured by it.
Red Hood kisses her deep, his mask digging on her face. His arms beside her head are strained, holding his body from crushing her smaller one.
His kiss is bruising, his teeth scraping against her upper and lower lips equally. He swipes his tongue, demanding an entrance to her mouth that she immediately grants. His tongue swipes hers, their saliva strings connected and messy between their lips.
Red Hood starts to move his hips, drawing his cock in and out of her in an experimental thrust, his fingers rubbing on her engorged clit. She lets out a pleasurable sigh.
Seeing her body has adjusted to the feel of his entire length intruding her slick walls, he repeats the motion much quicker and she screams at how her throbbing pussy being speared over and over again by his thick cock, always managed to be balls deep and bottoming out inside of her tight cunt everytime.
Her hand tugs on the silky strands of his dark hair.
"You're created for me, made for taking my cock nice and whole."
Red Hood says each word in between each of his deep thrusts. He grunts on her ears, the sounds making her cunt gushing.
Her eyes roll to the back of her head by the carnal pleasure of his heavy thrusts and his dirty praises.
She sobs on his shoulder, long black hair wildly fanning on her soft pink pillow and her bed.
But instead of telling him to slow down, she tells him, "Harder, please. Give your all."
Red Hood always obliges her, she doesn't have to ask him twice. That's what he wants as well, but he wanted to build up the pleasure. But her asking him to do so without his initiative, it just spurs him on.
He plows her cunt roughly, the drags of his thick cock and its ridges sets her nerves on fire. She accepts the pleasure borderline on oversensitivity gladly. She takes them all like a champ. Partly because it's a hassle to thrust up her hips against his powerful one but also because she wants this, badly.
Beads of his sweats rolling down his cheeks, dropping on his light stubble and dropping on her tits. He swipes it away, fondling her tits and squeezing them. He pinches the erect peak and then closes his mouth on one of them, biting it hard. She cries, an orgasm tearing out of her by him, again for the nth time tonight.
"Red, you're so big, so deep. So deep."
She babbles the only words she can only think of at this time.
Her mind is completely blank with the way his cock keeps making space inside of her deeper and deeper as if it's still possible.
"So big, oh God. Big. So thick… my tiny cunt."
She looks like she's delirious with the height he brings her, the words that will make her hide her face with her hands if she ever remembers she ever speaks of them.
His chest rumbles at her mindless dirty praises to him, his eyes almost rolling to the back of his head, his sacks drawn tighter, preparing to blow his massive loads.
If she keeps praising him like this with the cute and ethereal blissed out face of hers, messy but glowing black hair tangling on his fingers, and glistening skin of hers, he isn't sure he's able to hold on longer. He has been holding his orgasm since he was eating her out hours ago.
"Where do you want me, angel?"
Red Hood asks, grunting and panting above her.
"Inside, please. Please cum inside of me, Red."
Red Hood growls at her consent and then draws his hips for the last time sending a deep, deep harsh thrust—that will send her head knocking against her headboard if he isn't currently clutching her hips to the point of bruising—until he's fully sheathed and bottoming out inside of her, the deepest he has been tonight, both of them sure—then losing himself in the height of his powerful climax.
A bodily shudder goes through her, her teary screams of pleasure are sure audible for her nearest neighbors.
Red Hood chants her name as his hot, thick white cum flows inside of her cunt, flooding her insides.
It's so much, too much.
The streams of his hot cum is somehow a relief but also making her oversensitive. She doesn't think anyone is able to give that much of cum in one climax, but she thinks—as her mind cleared by her most powerful peak tonight—he must have been holding his orgasm since he ate her out hours ago.
God knows if she were in his place—giving him blowjob multiple times until he climaxes—she wouldn't be able to hold hers and would probably orgasm alongside him with his cock deep in her throat. She shudders at her imaginative thought, not entirely against it—but Red Hood sure is, he likes the act of giving more than receiving.
She squirms because he hasn't stopped pumping his seed inside of her—balls still half drawn tight—but he shushes her and flicks her clit to calm her down from oversensitivity.
She's just there, lying blissfully where the broad shouldered man above her cooing at her and praising her for doing so good for him and but she's in between wakefulness and sleep. She feels it when his cock sends the last spurts of his cum inside of her, but he doesn't move until he has softened in her, then carefully pulled out of her.
Red Hood is lying down beside her, hasn't drawn his pants and briefs up.
He can feel the heavy stare of eyes in between her thighs, so she looks down on her body too.
Their combined fluids are a sticky white mess between her thighs, the blob of it peeking out from between her folds—not to mention the rest of his massive load inside of her cunt that probably will dribble down if she is as much as sitting down, she can't imagine if she tries to stand or walk, if she's able to in the first place, which she thinks she doesn't.
The man beside her has wrecked her pussy with his cock and taken her ability to stand for at least until this morning, the feeling of it will definitely last for a week though.
As if senses that she needs to clean up but can't, he stands, drawing his pants and briefs up without zipping the former—probably for easy clean up—and walking to her bathroom. He's there for two minutes—she checks her bedside clock—and then comes back with his pants zipped up, hair much tidier, and a wet, warm soft towel on his hand.
He sits on the edge of the bed, cleaning the stickiness on her thighs and the white blob of cum that peeking out from her labia—the latter carefully because he knows she is overstimulated after everything—and then goes back to the bathroom to deposit it in her basket of dirty clothes.
When he's back again, she's slightly moving her body up—still laying down, though—holding her stuffed animal in her naked form in between the shallow valley of her tits, the sight making him smile. He sits at the side of the bed, drawing her blanket up until it covers her navel.
He reaches for a bottle of water she has on her nightstand. Opening the cap, he offers it to her and because her head is only leveled up by her pillows at the back of her head and neck, some of it spills down her torso and slightly dampened her stuffie.
"Pengu!"
"Pengu is okay, she's a penguin."
He retorts before drinking the rest of the water.
She gives him her playful stink eyes, but says nothing and tries to rub the water with her blanket, even though it's obvious has been absorbed by the material of her stuffed animal.
She is still drying Pengu, so it surprises him when she asks, "Are you going to go, soon?"
"Do you want me to?"
He usually goes right after cleaning up, no hard feelings and anything.
But something is different in the air today, and he doesn't want to examine it further, but he knows he wants to stay here at least for some more hours.
"No."
She still hasn't looked at him, holding Pengu to her chest, so he pinches her chin up and kisses her.
"Okay, I will stay. Maybe until you sleep?"
She nods at him, her little smile is everything to him.
He lies down beside her, heads on the stack of her fluffy soft pink pillows that smells so her—peony and lychee scented perfume she wears—clothes intact and all, just without his belt and holster that are lying on her bedroom floor, but that's his problem for later.
For now, he caresses her hair and holds his head close to his chest until she falls asleep.
mariea's notes: wow, you made it here! technically, this fic is crossposted from my ao3 account, i wrote it in september 2023. slightly modified. and i mind slight. you can head to my account (link on my pinned) if you're curious about the change i made lol. anyway thanks for reading <3
basic info » my name is addy! ⁞ she/her ⁞ minor ⁞ queer ⁞ intp ⁞ aries ⁞ bookworm ⁞ music lover ⁞ cinephile ⁞ evermore stan ⁞ theater kid ⁞ introvert (but cant shut up if im comfortable)
other accounts: @thegoodwitchcoven @picturesinmymind <33
more info under cut !!
(also this hasnt really been updated in like a year)
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⤷ books:
marauders era/harry potter (fck jkr) ⁞ folk of air ⁞ grishaverse ⁞ osemanverse ⁞ the hunger games ⁞ agggtm ⁞ the secret history ⁞ the lunar chronicles ⁞ song of achilles ⁞ seven husbands of evelyn hugo ⁞ rwrb ⁞ arc of scythe ⁞ if we were villains ⁞ they both die at the end ⁞ percy jackson ⁞ (way more im forgetting)
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⤷ movies/tv
yellowjackets ⁞ good omens ⁞ wes anderson movies ⁞ studio ghibli movies ⁞ iwtv ⁞bridgerton ⁞ la la land ⁞ arcane ⁞ wwdits ⁞ ofmd ⁞ wednesday ⁞ umbrella academy ⁞ stranger things ⁞ one piece ⁞ b99 ⁞ friends ⁞ little women ⁞ dead poets society ⁞ 2000s movies ⁞ she-ra ⁞ spiderverse ⁞ cmbyn ⁞ himym ⁞ ianowt ⁞ ever after high (my childhood) ⁞ perks of a being a wall flower ⁞ barbie ⁞ (and many many more)
⤷ music
hozier ⁞ taylor swift ⁞ the beatles (george is my fav) ⁞ gracie abrams ⁞ conan gray ⁞ phoebe bridgers ⁞beabadoobee ⁞ boygenius ⁞ chappell roan ⁞ noah kahan ⁞ lucy dacus ⁞ arctic monkeys ⁞ maisie peters ⁞ renee rapp ⁞ mitski ⁞ ethel cain ⁞ clairo ⁞ sabrina carpenter ⁞ lorde ⁞ the neighborhood ⁞ sufjan stevens ⁞ harry styles ⁞ tv girl ⁞ maya hawke ⁞ cigarettes after sex ⁞ (many more, my music taste is all over the place)
⤷ other
» mild coffee addict ⁞ wes anderson and sophia cappola film enthusiast ⁞ occasional mc youtube fan ⁞ chocolate lover ⁞ cat lover (i have one cat and a dog)
» i love musicals!! namely RTC, six, wicked, hamilton and beetlejuice
» i play guitar and cello, but i love guitar way more and have been playing for around 8 years! (maybe?)
» im really awkward and if i take a long time to respond to smth its because im thinking abt what to say (and im not online much)
» always feel free to vent to me, and you can ask me anything and talk to me any time. don’t be afraid to reach out!! :))
» thanks for reading my intro post!
➤ dni: homophobes, transphobes, racists, ableists, misogynists, sexists, etc., and "sugar daddies" (been getting a lot of those recently), or anyone else who want to do some "stuff" with me, please fuck off
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“Women, they have minds, and they have souls, as well as just hearts. And they’ve got ambition, and they’ve got talent, as well as just beauty. I’m so sick of people saying that love is all a woman is fit for.” -Little Women
