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It wasn't like you were stupid. No, you dotted your i's and crossed your t's and did all the shit that a citizen of a shit hole like Gotham City did. You carried a taser, kept out of alleys, travelled with a companion.
And it had kept you (relatively) untraumatized for the entirety of the 21 years of your existence. Sure, you'd seen some gruesome things, but that was normal. You weren't the type that made a stupid decision and got screwed over. You were smart.
Of course, that flew out the window with the goddamn Red Hood of all people. You had to be stupid with him.
You walked out of the library bathroom into a shitshow. The entire library was in chaos, paper flying everywhere, and you saw green vines everywhere.
"Fuck," you muttered, dodging a book that came flying at your head. It landed against the bathroom door with a thunk. "Of fucking course."
"What the fuck is a civvie doing here?" a voice asked next to you. You looked to your side to see Red Hood in the flesh, his pistols in his hands. You stared for a second before he made an audible huff.
"Get the fuck out of here," Red Hood snapped, and you bit back the urge to say something stupid and snarky. Then a gigantic piece of concrete came flying at you, and he holstered one of his pistols in a blink and wrapped a hand around your wrist. He yanked you out of the way with an ease that was both very hot and very infuriating.
Not that you'd ever admit to the former.
"Well, my bad!" you exclaimed, digging in your heels. "It's not every day that I walk out into this!"
"You live in Gotham," Red Hood snapped back as he dragged you along like a protesting toddler. "Your reflexes should be faster."
His hand was a warm brand against your skin, and he pulled you along easily. Not like you could protest, considering he was six two and built like a brick shithouse.
In the back of your mind, where you housed all those weird little thoughts, you were mildly thrilled. You'd held a (mild) crush on Red Hood for years and here he was, tall and muscled and Jesus—those thighs. In leather.
A vine slithered across the path he was yanking you through, and it spit out some absurd yellow powder into both of your faces.
"What the fuck?!" you yelped, spitting it out. You felt like a powdered donut, and you wiped it off your face with your free arm. Red Hood hadn't fared much better, and his spine stiffened.
"This is bad," he said, wiping it off. You blinked up at him.
"How?"
"You're about to realize."
A wave of heat poured down your spine like water. Your knees buckled and sweat beaded up on your skin. "What the—"
"Christ, why today?" Red Hood groaned as he pulled you along. He yanked open the door to a closet and shoved you inside just before a gigantic vine thunked against the door.
Your breath seemed obscenely loud in the small space, and heat kept licking over you in sharp tingles. He still hadn't let go of your wrist, and you realized how dark it was. You couldn't see a thing in the darkness of the closet.
"What was that?" you panted out, feeling like you were in a sauna set to maximum.
"Probably an aphrodisiac," Red Hood answered, though his voice was strained. He let go of your wrist. A wave of heat swept down your thighs at the rough growl.
"Fuck," you groaned. "I can't see a damn thing in here."
"Yeah?" Red Hood said, his voice tinged with humor. Something like desire flickered up your insides.
"An aphrodisiac is, like, sex drugs, right?" you asked, uncertain. He barked out a laugh.
"Yeah," he answered, his tone somewhat bitter.
"Fantastic," you replied, leaning against the closet wall. Your skin felt overheated, and your mind was hazy. Mindlessly, you unbuttoned your shirt, seeking relief.
"What the hell are you doing?" he asked, irritated.
"It's hotter than Satan's taint in here and neither of us can see shit." Your shirt dropped to the ground and you sighed in relief as colder air hit you. His breath hitched.
"Right, right," he sighed. The pollen seemed to set in further, and your entire body seemed to throb as you gasped. You felt horribly empty. The back of his hand pressed to your forehead. "You're feverish."
A whine was trapped in your throat as you bit it back, the contact soothing you somewhat.
"Do you feel that too?" you asked, your voice small and broken and, to your endless embarrassment, desperately needy.
"Yeah," he sighed. "I do."
Your chest heaved up and down as you tried to catch your breath. Your knees felt weak, and you leaned against the wall for support. You felt out of control in the worst way, and your upper thighs were slick with sweat as they rubbed together.
"Oh, fuck this," he groaned. There was a distant thunk as his helmet hit the floor, and his tongue licked into your mouth.
You pulled back almost instantly. "Wha-what are you doing?"
"Sorry," he sighed. "Only way to get the drug over with."
"Oh," you said, and then you pressed forward, desperate for contact. His mouth pressed to yours, and it was like water in a desert.
Your arms wound around his neck, and you felt like you were half out of your mind and he was the only solid thing in the closet. The battle raged outside, but you didn't care, the bare skin not covered by your bra pressing to his leather suit as your mouth devoured his.
"Fuck, sweetheart," he groaned, his hands flexing on your hips in a way that you knew would give you bruises. The leather of his gloves was supple, and his thumbs swiped over your hipbones. Your hands tangled in soft hair and you brought your mouths back together in a desperate kiss.
You'd felt desire before, but not like this, not where fire licks at your spine and your mouth kept making those desperate, tiny moans. You felt wet in a way you never had before, and empty.
His mouth was a firebrand that sent your head spinning, and your fingers tugged at his hair, earning you a groan. His hands slid up your back, unhooking your bra as his mouth trailed kisses down your throat. Your bra fell to the floor as it slid off your arms, and you sighed, the air warm on your skin.
"Is it always like this?" you gasped, hips rolling forward into his in a rough grind. Your head was spinning and his mouth felt warm and wet as his tongue licked across your collarbone.
"Yeah, unfortunately," he sighed, breath hot on your skin.
"Fuck," you said, thumping your head against the wall. Your head was cottony, and his hands were so, so warm. Fingers looped in your waistband and tugged your skirt down, exposing your hips. You gasped as air hit your skin, and his mouth trailed down your torso as he slowly dragged your skirt down.
Your thighs trembled, and your fingers tangled in his hair. "Fucking shit—"
"Will you shut up?" he growled, biting your hip, and you'd be a goddamn liar if that wasn't the hottest thing you've ever heard. A whimper escaped your lips at the contact and you kicked off your sandals and skirt, completely bare.
"Good girl," he praised, and his fingers dragged down until he was testing the wetness of you. A finger slowly circled your clit and you keened, thrusting your hips forward.
"Fuck, fuck, please, please," you begged, and you'd never heard yourself sound like that before, all breathy and high pitched and soft. You felt desperate and out of control, and everything about you was overheated. You were so, so empty.
He chuckled into your skin and you wondered how he kept his cool when you were completely begging for it. Your thighs clenched around his wrist as he kept up that slow, steady circling.
"I'm going to go insane, fuck, please," you could hear yourself saying. Every bit of your focus, all your senses, were fixated on that slow contact of his finger.
"Fine, since you asked so nicely," he sighed, and then two of his fingers were in you.
Your head thumped back on the wall as you immediately clenched down, a whimper escaping as relief flooded your system. Your fingers gripped his hair as he moved his fingers, and stars burst across your vision. "Ah, fuck, fuck, oh my god!"
"To think you weren't so nice before," he chuckled, and his fingers pulled out.
It was agonizing, and you keened, desperate. "C'mon, please, please—"
"Shut up," he snarled, cutting through your desperate words, and there was a distant sound, like a belt buckle coming undone. His boot kicked your ankles apart none too kindly, and your eyes opened to see nothing but black as his hips thrust between yours and his hands lifted you up by your waist.
Your thighs instantly wrapped around his waist as you leaned against the wall, and you could feel the warm heat of him. You were slick enough for both of you, and one of his hands left your waist to grip his cock and angle himself, before he grabbed your waist again and slammed inside in one rough go.
"Fuck!" you cried out, immediately clenching down on him. There was a low, agonized groan as his forehead thumped down on your shoulder. He didn't give you any time to adjust before his hips were snapping up at a brutal pace.
"You're so fucking loud," he panted out, breath hot on your skin as he punctuated each word with a thrust.
"Shut up," you snapped back, rolling your hips to meet him. "It's not my fault—fuck!"
"Yes, it is," he retorted, adjusting his hips, and your vision flashed white for a moment as he hit a spot inside of you. He groaned as you got wetter. "You're like a fucking vice, shit."
"Will you shut up?" you snapped and dragged his mouth into a kiss. He nipped at your jaw and grabbed your chin, pulling back.
"Bet you'd like it if I spit in your mouth, wouldn't you?" he said, his fingers tight on your jaw.
"Shut up," you panted, desperately chasing the high given to you by the pollen and the rough thrusts of his hips. One of your hands crept down and circled your clit with shaky fingertips, chasing it.
"Make me," he goaded, and you pulled him back in, rough and messy, spit dripping out of both of your mouths as you licked into each other. It was filthy, and you could feel him splintering under your touch.
"I'm gonna fucking kill you," you promised, and he laughed, his abdomen shaking against your stomach.
"Good luck, sweetheart," he said with saccharine sweetness. "Can't die twice."
"You're so fucking infuriating," you sighed, rolling your hips to meet his. There was something breaking in you at each thrust, and you felt like you were fracturing apart. He laughed, low, and then his mouth fitted to yours, bottom lip grazing you. And the bastard spit in your mouth.
Your eyes went wide in the dark and you swallowed it, fire licking up your spine. He chuckled.
"Told you."
"You asshole," you snapped.
"Is that why you got so much tighter?" he asked, and you could have snarled. Your teeth sunk into the leather of his suit on his shoulder, hard enough to pinch the skin underneath, and he groaned.
"Sweetheart, you've gotta stop teasing me like this."
"Shut the fuck up," you said, fingertips circling your clit as his hips stuttered against you. Your teeth sank deeper and you could hear the moan that rumbled from his chest, feel it vibrate.
"Fuck, sweetheart," he said, the pet name lacking the sweetness and making it into something rough and dirty with the rumble of his voice.
Your orgasm licked at your gut, your thighs shaking as his hips kept moving, and you knew you weren't gonna last. Your mouth let his shoulder go and your head thumped back against the wall. "Don't you dare fucking stop."
"Or what?" he said, his voice mean. His hands found your hips again and he slammed your hips down to meet him. You choked on a breathless whine.
"Shut up and keep doing that," you demanded, and he laughed, repeating that same hard thrust that sent you fracturing. You were so, so close.
"You're so good when you're demanding," he laughed again, and his fingers were tight on your hips. Your thighs were shaking as he held you up, and you bit back another whine.
"Shut up," you said, your voice weaker. He laughed, a little mean, and his fingers tightened. Your head was spinning as you kept circling your clit, and something broke inside you.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck—" your voice morphed into a breathless whine as you came around him, thighs shaking on his hips as you shook apart. He groaned and kept up his pace, his breath hot on your neck.
"You trying to fuckin' kill me?" he panted, and you whined weakly, still trying to catch your breath. Pliant as you were, you didn't care much what he did, so long as he didn't stop.
"If that would shut you up—fuck—yeah," you panted out, seeing stars as he thrust up deep in you and ground in hard.
He laughed, a little bitter. "No chance, honey."
"Noted," you gasped out, rolling your hips down to meet him. His teeth found the junction of your shoulder as he sped up, his hips setting a rough pace as he bit down.
You gasped, the exhale turning into a moan as your back arched off the wall.
His tongue smoothed over the bite, like he was tasting the sweat and the indents left over, and you moaned again, your hips meeting his pace. Your head was clearing, but you still wanted this, and the sweat rolled down your spine as his hands dug into your hips and he split you open on his cock.
"Shoulda known you'd be a cock whore in that fuckin' miniskirt," he groaned, and you snarled.
"Shut up."
"Oh, like you're not wet for me? Fuckin' liar," he drawled. "I've got eyes, sweetheart, and you were just begging to be fucked, weren't you?"
"Shut up!" you said, fingers fisting in his hair and tugging on it harshly. He gasped and moaned, biting your shoulder again.
"Fuck—keep that up and I'm not gonna last much longer—"
"So shut up then," you panted out, moaning as his cock dragged against the inside of you.
"You...first.." he gasped, and you pulled his hair again. He moaned into the skin of your shoulder, thunking his forehead against it.
His hips stuttered, and you pulled him up by the hair, keeping your grip tight as your fingers yanked on it. Your tongue swept into his mouth and his breath hitched. He pulled back and put his forehead on yours, breath washing over your mouth as he panted.
"Fuck," he groaned and buried himself deep, letting you feel every throb of his cock as he came, deep and warm. He sank into you, his fingers loosening on your hips as he moaned, long and low.
He pulled out a few seconds later and set you down. You stood on shaking legs as he stood back, both of you catching your breath. After a few long moments, he spoke.
"You do know my helmet has night vision, right?"
"Shut the fuck up," you sighed, and searched around your feet. You winced when you felt the dried wetness on your panties as you pulled them on. He chuckled.
"Figured you should know."
You put the rest of your clothes on and prayed they weren't backwards or inside out. Red Hood tucked himself back into his suit and found his helmet, pulling it back on.
"See ya around, random girl," he laughed, and opened the door to the closet. The light flooded the room and you both winced.
"Sure," you sighed, feeling wetness and cum sliding down your thighs. You couldn't see his face but you were positive he was smirking as he left you in the closet.
So much for making smart decisions.