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He gets the text at 11:45.
U up?
Though the number isn’t saved in his phone, it’s saved in his memory.
Stacy.
She’s not his neighbor, because the apartment complex he shares with her is a safehouse and not his home, but she doesn’t know that and probably thinks he’s just across the building. They’d met at the mailboxes. She was forward, flirtatious. He gave her his number, she gave him hers.
She was hot. Slender, tan, long red hair and freckles. Greenish blue eyes. Straight white teeth. Full lips.
Anyway.
He tries to remain calm. Maybe her sink is clogged, and she needs him to bring over some Drano.
He’s in the middle of kicking some low life thug’s teeth in for a major all hands on deck drug bust, but for this girl he’ll make time.
Yeah
He sends. Then:
Wsp?
He starts pouring kerosene over stacks of packaged drugs.
It’s not the correct way to dispose of them, but the corrupt PD had recently been caught selling confiscated drugs back to the cartels for a higher price, so their asses can’t be trusted to follow the legal procedure.
His pocket buzzes.
He drops the kerosene to yank it out of his jacket.
Wanna come over? 321 B
Jason feels all the blood leave his head and rush to his dick.
He glances around. Everyone is here tonight. It was an all hands on deck situation, and even Duke had roused himself to join them in the massive surprise takedown. Now, though, things are settling down, and everyone seems to be wrapping things up nicely.
If he leaves now, there’s a chance he won’t even be missed, and that’s a chance he’s willing to take.
His fingers blur as he types his response.
Be there in 20
He doesn’t think he’s ever moved so fast in his life.
His swinging errs on the side of recklessness, tonight, and once he goes skidding atop a gravel roof when he overshoots the distance.
He rolls with it and continues on.
He gets to the safe house and showers as quickly as he possibly can without missing any of the important parts before tearing through his drawers for something to wear.
It doesn’t matter too much, because he’s only going to take it off once he gets there (fingers crossed) so he settles with a black tank top and shorts.
He slips into a pair of slides and starts walking to the elevator.
He messes with his hair a little while he waits for it to come up. He’s on the eighth floor. Stacy is on the third.
The elevator ride and subsequent walk down is agony.
She also lives in a different wing, so it’s a long walk to her side of the building.
Finally, finally, he’s here.
His entire body is thrumming with anticipation.
He knocks.
There’s a horrible moment of waiting.
The wood is the color of a graham cracker.
The handle is dull gray.
There’s a sound of unlocking, the handle twists and Stacy is there.
She looks even better than he remembered, but maybe that’s because he knows he’s about to score with her.
She smiles as she lets him in. She looks almost as excited as he feels. She’s wearing a pink short and crop top lounge set.
She brings him to her bedroom.
She invites him to sit on the edge of her bed and gives him her phone to pick a playlist from her Spotify.
She messes with the lights so they’re pink.
The volume of the music is low.
The window is open just a crack, cool air blowing in.
It’s starting to drizzle outside.
She slides into his lap and they start to kiss.
He’s so excited, every nerve like a live wire, each beat of his heart like an electric pulse, igniting sparks on his skin.
Her lips are soft and wet, as are the noises their mouths make as they move against each other.
His scalp tingles as she runs her fingers through his hair, gripping and tugging his curls in response to the way he licks into her mouth.
Her clothes are soft, the pads of his fingers tracing teasing circles into her back. His thumbs stroke the inch of bare skin when he slides his palms down her ribs to settle on her hips and squeeze.
Her hands slip out of his hair and go to his shoulders, cupping them, gripping and massaging down his arms, feeling the muscles there.
His face burns with pleasure as she does so, his ears and chest heating with excitement as she appreciates his body.
He squeezes her hips again and drags his hands down to her thighs, gripping and rolling the supple flesh there.
She skims her palms over his chest and abs before gripping the edge of his tank top and pulling it up.
They finally break apart, their lips wet and swollen, both panting and gasping in the fresh air.
Jason lifts his arms over his head and helps her pull off his top, discarding it onto the floor.
She starts kissing his chest, and Jason responds by slipping his fingers up under the hem of her shorts to grip her bare ass.
He strokes and squeezes the expanse of soft skin at his disposal, his fingertips dipping lower and inching closer to her center.
Just thinking about the fact that he’s just inches away from getting to touch her bare pussy has his dick throbbing in his shorts, a pulse of precum slipping out of his tip.
She sucks his nipple into her mouth and he moans.
He pushes her back to pull off her shirt, pupils dilating as he takes in the sight of her bare tits.
He kisses and sucks a path down her throat while his hands caress and fondle her breasts, feeling the weight of them in his hands. He squeezes gently, tugging and pulling and pinching lightly over her nipples, rubbing with his thumbs while he sucks on her collar bones.
Her breathing becomes deep and shaky.
He sucks one of her tits into his mouth while tugging on the other with his fingers.
With shaky anticipation, he slips his free hand down between them to cup between her legs.
He can feel the shape of her through her shorts, can trace her slit with the pad of his middle finger, dragging up to circle around the swollen shape of her clitoris and then slowly sliding back down to feel the slight give of her entrance.
Up and down, he strokes, stopping only to rub deep little circles against her entrance while his thumb strokes a soothing pattern against her clitoris.
“Oh,” she whimpers, and Jason pops off her nipple to kiss her mouth.
She hooks her thumbs into the waist of her shorts and pulls them down, getting out of his lap to stand between his legs to get them off all the way.
Jason lifts his hips to get off his own shorts, his dick slapping against his stomach as soon as it’s free. It’s already wet with precome and rock hard from their kissing and touching.
He grips the base of his length in his palm to hold it steady while she climbs back into his lap, pressing herself against the tip.
He strokes her slit with the head for a moment, back and forth, back and forth, finally settling at the entrance so that she can start to sit down and take in his length.
“It’s so big,” she murmurs, working her hips in circles to take him in inch after inch. “You’re so big.”
Jason blushes, entranced, leaning back so that he can watch the way her pussy opens up around him. His dick pulses inside of her and she moans, clenching down.
“Oh fuck, it’s tight,” Jason pants.
He rocks his hips back and forth, enthralled by the feeling of his dickhead rubbing around inside of her.
“Oh, fuck,” she whimpers, pushing down, slowly working her hips down further and further.
She’s gotten so far, only a few inches left. He tells her so.
“You’re almost there, baby, jesus, fuck, just a little more.”
She moans loudly, fingernails scraping his shoulders.
“It’s so full,” she cries, working her hips down frantically, fighting for those last couple of inches.
She clenches around him, whining, wiggling, until he’s finally fully sheathed inside of her.
Jason grabs her hips and clamps down, pressing her down as he lifts his hips, relishing the feeling of being entirely inside of her.
His muscles tremble with exhilaration. He’s in her, in her pussy, all the way in.
He lifts them up, with his cock still fully sheathed, and maneuvers them around so that she’s on her back against her pillows and he’s hunched over her, pressed in deep.
He grinds his hips in little circles for a moment, getting lost in the wet slide.
“Shit,” he moans, tossing his head back. “Fuck,” he sighs, flexing his abs and groin.
“I’m gonna fuck you,” he says, and that’s all the warning he gives.
He’s consumed by it, the wet slap of his hips hitting her spread thighs, the pleasure coiling in his gut, the tight strokes of her pussy wrapped around his cock like a vice, gripping him, squeezing him. He’s grunting and groaning and panting, they are, their voices keeping tempo with the wet pounding of his hips.
He didn’t start slow, but he’s still getting faster. He’s pounding her deep. Railing her. Fucking.
“Ah—ah—fucking Christ, woman,” he snarls, snapping his hips deep. His voice is deep, and it’s become worn out, raspy from shouting.
He likes the way it sounds, knows he’s gonna have a sore throat tomorrow, he’ll sound sick because of how roughly he’s wearing it out.
He’s covered in sweat, panting, his stamina is insane because of the life he lives but after twenty minutes of relentless fucking he’s winded. He’s going to come soon, and he won’t stop until he does, but he’ll be completely worn out by the time he stops.
Of course, it’s then that his comm comes to life.
“Red Hood, report,” Batman growls.
His rhythm almost stutters from shock, but he keeps going. He doesn’t want to give Stacy a reason to think something might be wrong.
Fuck. He’d forgotten to take out the stupid thing, and the last thing he wants to hear while in the middle of getting off is his father’s voice.
“Hood.” That’s his warning tone. This is not good.
He was supposed to slip out unnoticed. This is not good. This is a nightmare.
“Who saw him last?” Nightwing demands. He sounds worried.
“He was with the shipment,” Robin supplies. “Taking out the guards.”
“Guards were taken out by Hood,” Red Robin confirms. “He was in the process of destroying the product, but didn’t light the kerosene. Container is half empty.” He sounds disapproving, probably because they had a protocol meeting last week about not lighting methamphetamines on fire. Whoops.
“Hood, report, can you hear me?” Batman barks.
Jason tries not to panic. Maybe he can just finish up here and then—
“Oracle, what’s Red Hood’s current location?” Nightwing demands.
Fuck. He’s gonna have to—fuck. Shit. Okay.
He slams his hips forward and stops.
“Sweetheart, I am so sorry,” he rambles. “I forgot to take out my earpiece and my family is calling me, I just have to take this super quick, just stay quiet for a second please?”
Stacy looks appalled. “Can’t you hang up?” She asks.
Jason shakes his head. “They’re gonna show up here if I don’t answer, just give me two seconds,” he begs. She sighs but nods, slumping back into the pillows to wait.
He straightens, remaining sheathed inside of Stacy’s cunt but rolling his shoulders angrily and jabbing the comm.
“What,” he growls, and shit, his voice is fucked.
“Little Wing!” Dick cries, relieved, and there’s a chorus of ‘he’s alive!’ on the comms.
“Where are you?” Bruce demands.
“I went home,” Jason snaps. He’s panting. Audibly.
“No you didn’t,” Oracle declares, and Jason wants to strangle her.
“What’s wrong?” Nightwing frets. “What happened? Did you get kidnapped?”
“No. I’m fine,” he snarls. He doesn’t want to be having this conversation. He wants to get back to what he was doing.
“You’re not fine,” Dick sounds really worried. “Why do you sound like that? Why are you out of breath? What’s going on?”
Jason grits his teeth. Jesus Christ.
“I’m doing—exercise,” he supplies, racking his brain. If that doesn’t work, maybe he could say he was having a nightmare. There’s no way they’d believe him, he hasn’t been gone long enough to go to bed. “Just fuck off, I’m fine.”
“I don’t believe you,” Dick says. “Tell me the truth. You’re not—“ he gasps. “You’re not injured? Did you get hurt?”
Jason wants to scream.
“No, I didn’t get hurt, I’m fine, dammit—!”
“Stop saying you’re fine and just tell me what’s wrong! You sound awful! Are you sick?”
“No, I —“
“Did you get in a fight? Are you in a fight? Do you need help?”
“Jesus Christ, Dick!” Jason barks. “Just listen to me, god damn you! I’m not fighting, I’m fucking!”
Well, that shuts them up. For a second.
“Oh my god,” Dick mutters.
Damian scoffs, disgusted. “Ugh.”
Stephanie giggles slightly hysterically.
There's a strangled exhale, which is Bruce, at a loss for words for once in his life.
Barbara audibly groans, thumping her head against the desk, and Dick doesn’t say another word, no doubt beet red after realizing just why Jason sounded like he’d run a marathon and screamed his voice out. Everyone knows.
Everyone except for sweet, innocent little Timmy, who didn’t quite catch what he meant by that.
“Fucking what?” He asks, bewildered.
Jason lights up, ecstatic for the opportunity to torture his annoying adopted brother, even now of all times.
“Fucking a girl, Timmy,” he drawls. “One I’m currently balls-deep in, and I’d very much like to get back to it if that’s alright with you,” he sneers.
Tim’s next exhale sounds like it’s been punched out of him, he can almost hear the blood rushing to his face.
“I hope you’re using protection,” Bruce growls, pained.
Jason blushes, realizing. He forgot a condom. Oops.
“Don’t worry,” he says hastily, “I’ll just pull out before.”
“Jason!” Dick hisses, horrified.
“That’s not-“ Bruce starts, and Jason realizes he’s about to start the least convenient lecture of all time.
“I’m not taking suggestions at this time. You’re free to keep talking, but I’m taking you out of my ear.”
He starts moving again as he says so, eager to get some friction going around his dick again.
He wonders if the state-of-the-art comm is picking up on the wet sliding sounds.
Stacy moans.
“Going dark!” Dick yelps at the same time as Oracle says “logging off.”
After that there’s a pretty much unanimous voice of “I’m out” from the rest of the family and so Jason goes back to really fucking again, without bothering to turn off the comm. Everyone is gone, now, anyway, but the idea of hijacking their communications system for something so dirty is making him impossibly hard.
He pins her hips down and starts to really rail her, snapping into her pussy so erratically the headboard bangs against the wall.
“Oh, fuck,” he moans, lost in the movement of his body against hers.
“Oh my god,” she whimpers. “This is—fuck! This is the best—uh—fuck of my entire life —!”
“Yeah it is,” Jason huffs, “You’re goddamn right, Jesus your pussy is tight as shit, god—”
“Oh—ah—J-Jason oh my god—”
“Fuck, baby you feel so good, so fucking tight and wet—”
“I’m gonna come,” Stacy whimpers. Her legs lift up to hook around his torso, her heels digging into his ass cheeks, her hips lifting off the bed as she clenches her legs.
“Oh, jesus—” Jason moans, feeling the way she’s gone impossibly tight around him. “—ah—f-fuck—” Jason flexes his dick inside of her, circling his hips against her, rocking, grinding, panting.
She comes, her cunt clenching frantically around him, sobbing as she works her hips frantically, wiggling back and forth against him.
Jason feels a coiling in his gut, feels himself plummeting towards his orgasm, the frantic grinding of their hips and pulsing of her pussy around him sends him over the edge, and he grunts as he comes.
Her legs around him tighten as he shoots off inside her, pushing his load deep. He doesn’t bother trying to pull out, too lost in the moment.
He slams her down into the mattress and presses in as far as he can go, moaning as he finishes, his abs flexing and clenching as his dick pulses. He feels her insides growing wetter and wetter with his own semen, an idea that satiates the animalistic part of him driven only by instinct.
His hips slow down into a gentle rolling motion, working backwards gradually into a slower and slower rhythm until her body goes slack and he slips out of her.
Thick, white, creamy spend slides out of her soon after, and there’s a lot—enough of it that Jason feels proud of his virility.
He’s still panting, trying to get his breath back and soothe his racing heart when he hears it.
Breathing on the comm.
He listens intently, trying to figure out who it is.
The breaths are soft and high enough to belong to a girl, but he knows Stephanie wouldn’t choose to listen to this, let alone Cass or Barbara.
Whoever it is is clearly trying to be quiet. Maybe they’re mortified, or maybe they’re a freak. Jason thinks he knows who it is. The only one of the group who’s enough of a stalker to go this far.
He glances at Stacy. She’s passed out, completely exhausted and dead to the world.
He grins evilly.
“You like what you hear, Replacement?”
The breathing stops, a soft intake of breath is all he heard before the comm goes silent.
Jason knows the little perv is still listening.
“It’s okay, Timmy, I don’t blame you for wanting to hear. I know you can be…. Shy.”
“I didn’t mean to—“
“Sureeee you didn’t, baby,” Jason purrs. “You were just curious, it’s okay. You take notes? In case you ever get lucky enough to take a woman to bed someday?” He’s being mean and he knows it.
A few months ago, Tim confessed to Dick that he’d never had sex, never even kissed a girl before. Upon further digging, he revealed that his parents had taught him to be deeply ashamed of any and all sexual urges, an experience frightening enough that he’d never so much as touched himself before.
Dick had gone and blabbed about it to Jason, wanting his input on how to handle the situation.
Jason told him to fuck off and let the kid figure it out for himself, but now he’s got a different idea.
“F-fuck off,” Tim whispers. He sounds mortified.
Jason laughs.
“Did you get off on it, kid? You touch yourself while you were listening?”
“N-no! I didn’t—I would never—”
“Cut the shit, kid. I know what you heard. Did you get to come?”
Tim gasps. “What?”
“C’mon, baby, all that listening is just a means to an end, right? So did you get what you wanted? Did you come?”
“N-no,” Tim whimpers.
“Awwww,” Jason tsks, mocking. “Poor baby didn’t come yet. Why don’t you go ahead and finish yourself off then? Just get a hand in there and jerk?”
“I can’t,” Tim gasps. “Please—“
“Are you saying you don’t need to? Are you such a desperate, needy little virgin you’ll cream your pants without lifting a finger?”
“—hah—“ Tim whimpers, and there’s a shifting sound like he’s wiggling his hips and flexing his toes in his suit.
“Are you gagging for it so hard you’ll get off on the sound of it alone?”
“Jason,” Tim keens, whining.
“Don’t worry, boy, I know what you need,” Jason growls. “Why don’t you come in your pants like a bitch while you think about me fucking you like a real man?”
Tim does.
“Oh—ahhhh—hah—hah—ngh—uh—huh—oh my god—mmh—hah—ah—ah—!”
Jason imagines Tim leaning against a wall somewhere, his hands braced on the stone behind him, his hips lifting and humping the air as he comes completely untouched, just from listening to his voice.
There’s a scraping noise that’s gotta be him falling to his knees, his core still aching and straining as he fucks the air desperately.
“Feels good, huh?” Jason murmurs, and Tim whimpers and jerks helplessly in response. “Your tiny dick has never twitched around so much, huh? You like how it feels?”
Tim just whines as he lays there, shaking.
“Tell you what, Replacement. Next time you wanna get off, you come over to my place and I’ll walk you though it. Helpless bitch.”
He disconnects the line there, leaving Tim to his own mortification while he cleans up in here. He has a feeling he’ll take him up on his offer. Soon.