Jason Todd/Harley Quinn

Harley lay down in the sweet smelling grass and gazed up at the stars. Her hands were behind her head, and she was soaking in the feeling of having a hero good and frustrated, basking in it. Red Hood had come all the way out to the trailer park where she lived now to try and get her to tell him something about the Joker, but for all his barking, it wasn’t like he could hit her or anything. She was a hero now. Practically on the Justice League. It was a real peaceful feeling, except for the itch between her legs.

“Tell me what I want to know!” Jason demanded.

“You want to know about Mistah J?” Harley replied nonchalantly. “Okay—he’s a real big man. Not like you… he’s been around the block a few times!”

“I’ve been around,” Jason said cockily.

“How many times?” Harley goaded. “Once or twice?”

“Enough. I could teach you some things.”

“Yeah, right!” Harley smirked. “Just because you’ve banged some of them good-girl skirts over on the nice side…”

“Some? More like all.”

“Eh, like it’s hard to get any of those dumb floozies into bed. You probably just say that you love ‘em and they get all quivery. Nah, that don’t impress me.”

Jason squared his shoulders. “My cock would impress you.”

“Really? I’ve seen some pretty big cocks in my time.”

“I’ll bet,” Jason said defiantly. “But I doubt any of them knew how to use them on you. Not on Joker’s girl. Too scared.”

“You’re not scared?” Harley asked. “Then g’wan, take it out. Take it out and show me!”

Jason’s temper raged inside him. He knew what he had in his pants. She didn’t. “I could fuck you right now,” he said. “And you’d love it.”

Harley lay on the ground with her breasts heaving up to the moon. She smiled as if humoring him. “I’d definitely love it—if I even notice.”

Jason stared at her. It was Harley Quinn. Fucking her could get him in trouble. But he’d been in trouble before. And her breasts looked really tempting, jiggling around inside her shirt. He ran his fingers through his dark, curly hair. In the darkness he flexed his muscles, feeling them ripple all through his chest and down his arms. He was a man. He could show her. He smiled, and his gleaming teeth shone in the moonlight.

Even in the night, he saw his cock pushing out from his pants. He felt the steady, urgent throb of his arousal. Just a little more and his fly would burst open. Harley might scream, but once he was inside her, she’d be screaming for more. And he could supply that.

Jason yanked down his zipper, his cock popping right out. Harley saw it and went cross-eyed.

“Put that back in your pants right now!” she snapped.

“Not sure it’d fit,” Jason snarled. “But it’ll fit into you. I’ll make it fit…”

Harley lay still, gaping at his cock. So he wanted to fuck her. But she didn’t want him to fuck her; she wanted him to fuck her hard. She wanted Jason to hate her with his cock, kick her ass with it. So she decided to stir him up a little more. Get him even more excited. Get that fat cock of his all hot and ready and long and hard. Let him think he was showing her what’s what; big deal. She could hardly wait.

“You’re a dirty little boy,” she said, urging him on. “Out here where anyone could see you, pulling out your cock! Nasty! You’re so nasty!”

Jason gave his shaft a couple of quick strokes. “I don’t think I look much like a little boy.”

“I wouldn’t know, I don’t have my reading glasses on!” Harley taunted him.

“You bitch!”

“And watch your mouth, little—”

Jason dropped down on top of her, his rough hands groping at her breasts before tearing her clothes off. Harley was thrilled as he nuzzled his stubbled face between her tits, his hands sliding under her ass and ripping her shorts apart.

“Go on! You son of a bitch! Go on and fuck me! I’m sure it won’t take long!”

“Shut up!” Jason stormed. He was strong as an ox, angry, not playing any games. His voice lowered menacingly. “Shut your fucking mouth or I’ll gag you.”

Harley pushed at him and her naked body slipped into the wet grass. She struggled, trying to slither away, keep her eager sex away from his hungry prick. Her arms already felt sore from the fight. She was more than a little angry at just how overwhelmingly strong he was. She was used to being in control, and now she was being fucked. She hated being held down. She hated this young prick being in command of her. But he really knew what he was doing.

“Maybe I’ll just break your jaw,” Jason hissed at her. “That’d shut you up. But then, I might need that mouth later.”

“You put anything in my mouth and I’ll bite it off!” she grimaced.

“Nah, I’m way too hard for you to make a dent. That’s the one thing you’re good for, bitch. Making pricks hard.”

She bit and clawed at Jason, scratching at his musclebound arms. Her teeth gnashed together as she slid over the grass—he was already between her legs. She wasn’t really trying to get away; she just wanted to hit him as much as she could before he fucked her.

Suddenly he bowled her down to the ground, his teeth latching onto one of her rigid nipples. Harley cringed in pain as he grabbed her breast in his hand and sunk his fingers into it painfully. 

“Move an inch and I’m taking your nipple, bitch,” Jason muttered, holding her breast by his teeth as they clicked with each word he spoke. He bit down on her areola again as he finished.

“Don’t! You’re hurting me!”

“Not yet I’m not.”

She felt his body move over hers until his throbbing cock was aligned with her opening. One hard, heaving thrust and he was inside her, grinning at how wet he found her to be.

“Oooohhhh!” Harley winced.

“Good, huh?” Jason grunted, a ravenous animal.

Harley groaned painfully as he battered her body with his thrusting. It took a minute for her to come to her senses and force herself to relax, thinking that otherwise he would tear her apart. She felt his hands slip under her armpits and hold her shoulders. His hot, demanding mouth was on her neck. He snapped his teeth there, pulling at her taut skin, leaving imprints of his jaws all the way up to her ears. Holding her shoulders he heaved and thrust his manhood full force into her. Harley felt the deep, penetrating strokes stab toward her uterus.

“Holy shit!” she whimpered. Again she felt his rock-hard prick push and probe inside of her. Her boiling cunt was slammed by it again and again. 

Jason’s breathing sounded like bursts of exhaust from the engine of his chest, blasting heavily and heatedly. He panted and thrust himself into her melting pussy. He was a jackhammer going at full speed. 

Harley gasped as she took his cock harder and faster, her pussy simmering, scorching the rest of her body with the heat Jason fired into it. Her flesh jolted as Jason thrust, thudded into her, her breasts heaving with each pounding she took. The heat became a roaring flame as her clit was rubbed and caressed by his pistoning cock.

“Nnnnhh!” she moaned hotly. Her pussy oozed with cream. His balls smacked wetly into her upthrust buttocks. Her clit fluttered and twitched, riding the stretching that her cunt was taking. The fire was exploding through her now, and she was eager, anxious for more. Her need for an orgasm mounted and soared, her cunt spasming with fresh lubrication as he fed himself into her. With each thrust his scorching hot prick made, more of her juices were reamed out. His pounding cockhead stretched toward her ovaries. His groin smashed down on her lap, spreading her thighs with his strongly flexing hips as he plunged into her.

“Oooaah!” Jason groaned. She felt his body shudder and shake to a complete collapse as his manhood fired inside of her, filled her, spilled out, and sputtered its last dregs.

Harley hadn’t come, damn that fucking kid. Damn it to hell!

She lay aroused and maddened under his worn-out body, listening to his heaving breaths of happiness and contentment. She was on fire!

“Looks like you are good for something,” Jason commented.

“At least one of us is! I didn’t come!” she screeched.

“That’s your problem, lady. I gave you all ten inches.”

“You’re too fast!”

“You’re too slow.”

“You stupid son of a bitch, you didn’t even feel me up barely! All you did was sock it to me and that’s supposed to get me off? Fuck you!”

Jason smirked at her. “Whores don’t get felt up. Whores get fucked.”

“I ain’t no whore!”

“Yeah, the juggalo store just ran out of everything but hot pants. Now shut the fuck up and be glad I even stuck it in. You were so loose I barely felt anything. Next time I’ll have to use your ass, just so I know you’re there.”

“Jagoff!”

“Slut.”

He walked off, leaving Harley lying in the moonlight, gasping for air. After a fuming moment, she started touching herself.

“Motherfucker!” she raged, hard-pressed to admit that her masturbation felt even better as she thought about what an asshole he was.