Aqualad's Shark Curse | Young Justice (Ultimate)

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It's been AGES since I did something for Young Justice, let alone rendered an image in such detail, with clean outlines and all - but today I'm giving you the special treatment! Not just the comic, but a whole ass adventure fuck story to go with the image! Buckle up, here we go!! 🚙

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"Fuck my ass, Lad. Otherwise you gonna die!" Kid Flash's voice cuts through the car like a blade. His words hang in the stale air of the stolen sedan. Robin's gloved hands tighten on the steering wheel. Beast Boy stares. Aqualad's skin is dry, cracking, his breath coming in shallow gasps. His curse doesn't care about friendship or dignity. It only demands motion and moisture - both this car cannot provide.

Robin swerves around a corner, the tires screaming against asphalt. "We're still two hours from the coast," he says, eyes locked on the road.

"Hurry up, or he’ll die! Right, bro?" Kid Flash asks.

Aqualad groans, a deep, animal sound. His skin, normally slick, now looks like dry leather. "That’s right. My heart stops" he rasps. "Ocean Master knew what he was doing. The curse is... working fast." His normally cool voice trembles. "That is, when I stop moving."

“Just like a shark” Beast Boy's green skin looks pale.

Robin checks the rearview mirror. "No cops yet. But they'll be looking for this car soon."

Beast Boy fidgets with his seatbelt. "That guy looked pretty pissed when you hotwired his ride."

"He'll live," Robin says. "Kaldur might not."

The memory of twenty minutes ago flashes in all their minds. Aqualad collapsing on the sidewalk. Robin spotting the sedan, smashing the window, pulling wires. Beast Boy keeping watch while Kid Flash helped Aqualad into the back seat. No time for morality. Only survival.

"The curse," Aqualad grunts through clenched teeth. "Only the sea can break it. Must reach Atlantis."

Kid Flash puts a hand on Aqualad's shoulder. "You're burning up, man."

"Yes," Aqualad nods. "Without water, I overheat. Without movement, I die." He looks up, eyes glazed with pain. "Need both."

"That's why I offered," Kid Flash says. "You gotta fuck. Keep moving. Work up a sweat."

The car fills with heavy silence. Robin stares ahead, jaw tight.

"It's not that easy," Aqualad’s voice drops to a deeper register. "When Atlanteans are under the shark curse, something happens. The fuck rage. I won't be able to control myself."

"Fuck rage?" Beast Boy's voice cracks.

Aqualad nods grimly. "The animalistic side. It breaks through. Takes over." His hands grip the seat until his knuckles go pale. "I won't be gentle. Can't be."

Kid Flash unclicks his seatbelt. "I don't need gentle. I need you alive, Lad."

Beast Boy watches, wide-eyed. "Is this really happening?"

"You don't have to watch," Robin says, eyes locked on the road. "But we don't have a choice. The sea is our only hope."

Aqualad shudders violently. His skin is cracking now, small fissures appearing like dry riverbed. "If we do this... I might hurt you, Wally."

"I heal fast," Kid Flash says with a forced smile. "Perks of super speed."

Robin adjusts the rearview mirror, angling it away. His face is a mask of determination. "I'm hitting the highway. Less stops. We make it to the sea in ninety minutes, tops."

Aqualad's breathing grows more labored. "Not... sure... I can last."

"You won't have to," Kid Flash says, swiftly tearing a hole in his costume so his ass and balls are exposed. "I got you, man."

Beast Boy turns away, face flushed, but his eyes keep darting back. "I'll... keep lookout. For cops and stuff."

"Do what you need to," Robin says. His voice is steady, the leader even now. "We all do what's needed."

Kid Flash positions himself awkwardly in the cramped back seat. "No time for romance, Lad. Get those pants off."

Aqualad's trembling hands struggle with his suit. Beast Boy, after a moment's hesitation, steps in to assist him. Together, they strip away the black and red diving suit, leaving Aqualad clad in only his loose blue boxershorts, his dry, cracked skin exposed.

"Shit," Kid Flash breathes. "You're worse than I thought."

Aqualad's cock springs free, already hard and massive. It seems unaffected by the curse, slick and pulsing. Kid Flash stares for a moment, then steels himself.

"You sure about this?" Aqualad asks, his voice barely human now.

"Shut up and fuck me," Kid Flash says. "I'm not losing a teammate today."

The words hang between them. Never again.

Aqualad's eyes shift, a raw intensity sparking in those green-yellow depths. His hands, infused with an otherworldly strength, seize Kid Flash and maneuver him into place. There's no preparation, no caution. Only an urgent need. Kid Flash quickly spits into his hand, using it to slick the way.

Kid Flash bites back a cry as Aqualad enters him. The pain is immediate, intense. But he doesn't resist. Robin's gaze remains fixed on the road, his gloved hands gripping the wheel with an intensity that turns his knuckles pale. Beast Boy watches with a mixture of horror and fascination.

"Fuck," Kid Flash gasps. "So big."

Aqualad doesn't respond with words. A growl rumbles from his chest, deep and animal. His hips begin to move, driving into Kid Flash with brutal force. The car actually rocks with each thrust.

"Jesus," Beast Boy whispers. "He wasn't kidding about the rage."

Aqualad's skin begins to glisten. Sweat forms on his forehead, his chest, his arms. With each powerful thrust, more moisture appears. His cracked skin begins to heal before their eyes.

Kid Flash grits his teeth, taking each brutal drive. "That's it," he encourages through the pain. "Keep going. Fuck me hard."

Robin says nothing, but his grip on the wheel tightens. The speedometer creeps higher. Every minute brings them closer to the sea, closer to hope.

Aqualad's movements grow more frenzied. His hands grip Kid Flash's hips hard enough to bruise. His thrusts become savage, relentless. Kid Flash's cries mix pain and pleasure now, his own cock hard despite the rough treatment.

"It's working," Beast Boy says, noticing Aqualad's improving condition. "His skin looks better."

Robin nods, eyes flicking to the mirror before looking away again. "Keep it up," he says. "Both of you."

Aqualad's only response is a deeper, more primal growl. He flips Kid Flash roughly, changing positions in the confined space with surprising agility. Now Kid Flash is pressed against the window, fogging the glass with his breath as Aqualad pounds into him from behind.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," Kid Flash chants with each thrust. His hands scramble for purchase against the door, the seat, anything to brace against the force driving into him.

Beast Boy watches with wide eyes, a hand unconsciously drifting to his own crotch. Robin notices in the mirror but says nothing. Survival first. Everything else later.

Aqualad's skin now glistens completely, the cracks healed by the sweat of exertion. His movements haven't slowed; if anything, they've grown more powerful. Kid Flash takes it all, his speedster body enduring what would break a normal human.

"How much longer?" Beast Boy asks, his voice tight.

"Too long," Robin answers. "This needs to last."

Kid Flash lets out a strangled laugh. "Don't worry about that. I think he could fuck forever."

Aqualad responds with a particularly brutal thrust that makes Kid Flash yelp. His hands grip flesh, squeeze, pull. There's nothing of the calm, collected Atlantean now. Just raw need and animal instinct.

The car speeds along the highway, its occupants locked in a desperate race against time and curse. Inside, flesh slaps against flesh, grunts and growls fill the air, and four friends do whatever it takes to save one of their own.

Sweat drips from Aqualad's body now, soaking the seat beneath them. His skin shines in the intermittent light of passing streetlamps, healthy again but still dangerous. The fuck rage holds him tight in its grip.

"I think we're gonna make it," Beast Boy says with cautious hope.

Kid Flash, face pressed against the window, manages a pained smile. "Never doubted it."

But the road stretches long before them, and Aqualad's rage shows no signs of abating.

Kid Flash's body gives out before his will does. His legs shake. His ass burns. Cum and sweat mix on the leather seat beneath him. He's taken Aqualad's massive cock for forty-five brutal minutes, but even a speedster has limits. "Can't... anymore," he gasps, collapsing forward. Aqualad growls, his shark rage unsatisfied, his cock still hard and demanding.

"Wally?" Robin calls from the front seat, concern breaking his leader composure.

"I'm done," Kid Flash pants. His ass leaks cum, a white trail running down his inner thigh. "Fucker came three times. Still going."

Aqualad's massive hands grip Kid Flash's hips, trying to position him again. His eyes are wild, unfocused. Sweat makes his black skin shine in the darkness of the car.

"Let him go," Robin says, voice sharp with command.

For a moment, clarity flashes in Aqualad's eyes. His hands loosen. He looks down at Kid Flash's exhausted form, at the bruises forming on his friend's pale skin.

"Wally," he says, his voice fighting through the animal growl. "Thank you."

Kid Flash manages a weak smile. "What are friends for?"

The moment passes quickly. Aqualad's breathing grows harsh again. His cock twitches, still rock hard. His hands begin to search, to grasp, to need.

"We're still 45 minutes out," Robin says, checking the GPS. "He needs to keep going."

Beast Boy sits stiffly in the front passenger seat. He's been watching in the side mirror, his own pants uncomfortably tight. He swallows hard.

"I'll do it," he says. His voice cracks.

Robin glances over. "You don't have to."

"Yes I do." Beast Boy unbuckles his seatbelt. "Wally needs a break."

Aqualad's chest heaves with exertion. The sweat continues to bead on his skin, keeping the curse at bay. But his eyes are feral again, searching for release.

Beast Boy climbs into the back seat. Kid Flash winces as he shifts away, making room. "You sure about this, green bean?" he asks.

Beast Boy nods, not trusting his voice. His hands shake as he pulls down his pants. His green skin looks almost luminous in the dark car.

"He's big," Kid Flash warns. "Like, really big."

"I know," Beast Boy says. "I've been watching."

Aqualad's nostrils flare. He smells fresh prey. His hands reach for Beast Boy, pulling him close with frightening strength.

"Wait," Beast Boy says, suddenly nervous. "Be careful... You’re my first."

The word hangs in the air. Even Aqualad seems to hesitate, another moment of clarity breaking through the rage.

"You shouldn’t…," Aqualad manages to say, fighting his urges.

Beast Boy places a small green hand on Aqualad's chest. "I wanna save you, lad."

Kid Flash, collapsed against the door, watches with strange tenderness as Beast Boy offers himself. Robin's eyes flick to the rearview mirror, then back to the road.

"Do it," Robin says. "We're a team. We save each other."

Beast Boy nods, then positions himself as he's seen in porn, on his hands and knees across the back seat. Aqualad moves behind him, massive cock in hand. It looks impossibly large against Beast Boy's small frame.

"Go slow," Kid Flash advises. "At first, anyway."

But Aqualad is beyond such considerations now. The brief moment of control slips away. The shark takes over. His hands grip Beast Boy's narrow hips, and he pushes forward in one brutal thrust.

Beast Boy yelps, a sound more animal than human. His body tenses, trying to reject the intrusion. Tears spring to his eyes.

"Fuck!" he gasps. "Too big!"

Aqualad doesn't stop. Can't stop. His hips pump with machine-like precision, driving his cock deep into Beast Boy's virgin hole. Beast Boy grips the seat, trying to endure.

Robin speeds up, the car hitting ninety on the empty highway. "Forty minutes," he announces. "We're getting close."

Kid Flash recovers enough to sit up. He watches Aqualad ravage Beast Boy, feeling both sympathy and something else. Something primal that responds to the raw display of power.

"Try to relax," Kid Flash tells Beast Boy. "It gets better."

Beast Boy nods through gritted teeth. His small body rocks with each powerful thrust. Aqualad's hands roam his back, his ass, gripping and marking. Beast Boy will be bruised tomorrow, if they make it that far.

Minutes pass. Beast Boy's pain-filled gasps gradually transform. His cock, initially soft from the shock, begins to harden. His body adapts, accepts. Aqualad's rhythm never falters, a relentless piston of flesh and need.

"That's it," Kid Flash encourages. "Take it."

Aqualad shifts position suddenly. He sits back against the seat, pulling Beast Boy onto his lap. Beast Boy now faces him, straddling his massive thighs. Aqualad's hands grip Beast Boy's small ass cheeks, spreading them wide, controlling the motion.

Kid Flash, exhausted and leaking cum, watches from the seat beside them. A savage recollection pulsates in his ass.

Beast Boy braces himself against the back window, arms stretched, leaving smears on the glass. His lean body bounces on Aqualad's cock, controlled entirely by the Atlantean's powerful hands.

"That's definitely not going in today's operations report," Robin mutters from the front seat, so quietly only he hears it.

Aqualad's face is a mask of primal need. Sweat pours from his body now, soaking the seat beneath him, keeping the curse at bay. His massive cock disappears and reappears as he lifts and drops Beast Boy's small frame.

"Fuck," Beast Boy gasps, the word punched out of him with each thrust. "Fuck, fuck, fuck."

Kid Flash reaches out, puts a hand on Beast Boy's trembling thigh. "You're doing great," he says.

Beast Boy manages a weak nod, his body no longer his own. Aqualad controls everything – the depth, the speed, the angle. His large hands engulf Beast Boy's ass cheeks, fingers digging into the flesh, leaving marks that will last for days.

Another moment of clarity breaks through Aqualad's rage. "Thank you," he gasps, looking into Beast Boy's eyes. "Giving yourself... for me."

The tenderness is fleeting. The shark returns. Aqualad's thrusts become harder, faster. Beast Boy cries out, a sound between pleasure and pain. His own cock bounces against his stomach, hard and leaking.

"We're making good time," Robin announces. "The coast is coming up. Twenty minutes max."

Aqualad responds with a particularly brutal thrust that makes Beast Boy yelp. His hands grip tighter, lifting Beast Boy nearly off his cock before slamming him down again. The car rocks with the force of it.

Kid Flash watches with a mixture of empathy and arousal. His own cock has hardened again despite his exhaustion. "You're taking it like a champ," he tells Beast Boy.

Beast Boy can barely respond. His eyes are unfocused, his mouth hanging open. His body has surrendered completely to Aqualad's will. Each thrust sends jolts through his small frame, visible waves of impact.

"Getting close," Robin says, and it's not clear if he means the coast or something else.

Aqualad's breathing changes, grows more ragged. His rhythm falters, becomes more erratic. His massive hands pull Beast Boy down hard, holding him there, impaled completely.

Beast Boy feels it – the hot pulse, the flood of cum deep inside him. He gasps, his own cock twitching in response. Aqualad growls, a deep animal sound that fills the car. His body shudders, pumping seed into Beast Boy's ruined hole.

"Fuck," Kid Flash breathes. "That's his fourth load."

But Aqualad isn't done. After a moment's pause, his hips begin to move again. Beast Boy whimpers, overstimulated and raw, but doesn't resist. His hands grip the back window tighter, leaving sweaty prints on the glass.

Robin checks the GPS again. "Two minutes. We're going to make it."

As if punishing such optimism, the car makes a sudden lurching sound. The engine coughs, sputters. Warning lights flash on the dashboard.

"No," Robin mutters. "No, no, no."

The car jerks violently, then begins to lose speed. Robin fights with the wheel, steering to the shoulder. The engine gives one final, pathetic cough, then dies.

"What happened?" Kid Flash asks, panic in his voice.

Robin slams his hand against the steering wheel, frustration evident. "Let me guess, the heavy bouncing of the fucking has broken the engine."

Beast Boy, still impaled on Aqualad's relentless cock, looks up in horror. "We're stopped?"

Aqualad seems unaware of the crisis, lost in his primal need. His hips continue to thrust upward, his hands controlling Beast Boy's motion with ruthless efficiency.

"How far are we from the ocean?" Kid Flash asks.

Robin checks the GPS one last time before the screen goes dark. "Just over that ridge."

Aqualad chooses that moment to cum again, his body tensing as he floods Beast Boy's insides with another hot load. Beast Boy gasps, his own small cock spurting untouched across Aqualad's chest.

"We can't make that," Kid Flash says, shifting uncomfortably in his seat. "Not like this. Beast Boy's too overstimulated, and my ass is too sore to keep going."

Robin stares ahead through the windshield. The dark silhouette of the coastal ridge looms against the night sky. So close, yet impossibly far. He makes a decision.

"I'll do it," he says, voice flat with resolve.

"What?" Kid Flash asks.

Robin turns, his leader's mask slipping to reveal determination tinged with fear. "I'll take him there."

He doesn't hesitate — leaders act. Robin strips his utility belt, kicks off his boots, yanks down his pants. No time for doubt. They’ve come too far. "Get him out of the car," he orders. With a grunt, Beast Boy wrenches himself upwards, the act causing Aqualad's engorged member to slip out of the abused hole with a wet pop. In a swift motion, he yanks open the vehicle's door. Kid Flash, with a firm push of his foot against Aqualad's muscular flank, sends him tumbling onto the roadside. His cock still stands rigid, demanding more. Robin approaches, jaw set. "I'm getting you to the water."

Kid Flash, still leaking cum from his abused hole, grabs Robin's arm. "You can't. You've never—"

"Doesn't matter now." Robin cuts him off. His voice is steel.

Beast Boy leans against the car, legs barely supporting him. "You can do it, boss..."

Aqualad growls, his hands reaching, grasping at air. The curse has him fully now. Only the constant motion and sweat have kept him alive this long. If he stops, he dies.

Robin approaches — No hesitation. No fear. Just determination. With a quick jump, Robin wraps his legs around Aqualad's waist in a koala-like grip. He reaches between them, positioning the massive, but slick dick against his virgin hole.

"Robin..." Beast Boy starts.

"No time," Robin says through gritted teeth, then turns to the Atlantean. "Just do it, big boy."

On instinct Aqualad's hips thrust forward and the head of his cock breaches Robin's tight ring. Robin bites his lip hard enough to draw blood, refusing to cry out. Leaders don't show pain.

"Fuck," he hisses. The intrusion burns like fire.

Kid Flash shouts: "You got this, Rob!"

With a savage thrust, Aqualad drives deeper. Robin's body tenses, fighting the invasion. His legs tighten around Aqualad's waist. His arms lock around Aqualad's neck. Pain radiates from his core, but he doesn't let go.

"Go," Robin manages to say. "Lead us to water."

Aqualad just stands there — connected to his friend in the most primal way. Leader and teammate. Virgin and beast.

"Move," Robin commands, his voice strained.

Something in Aqualad responds to the authority. His legs begin to move, carrying them both toward the distant ridge. Each step drives his cock deeper into Robin's unwilling body. Each thrust tears another small sound from Robin's throat.

The ridge looms ahead. Two miles. Robin focuses on the distance, not the pain. His ass stretches around Aqualad's massive girth. His insides burn. But he doesn't let go.

Aqualad picks up speed. His hands grip Robin's thighs, supporting some of his weight. His hips continue to pump, fucking Robin with each stride. Robin's head falls back against Aqualad's shoulder. His eyes squeeze shut. His body adjusts, accepts, surrenders.

"Keep going," Robin gasps. "Almost there."

The ridge slopes upward. Aqualad's powerful legs drive them forward, uphill, against gravity. His cock never stops moving inside Robin. The constant friction sends waves of pain and something else—something Robin refuses to acknowledge—through his small body.

Sweat pours from both of them now. Aqualad's skin glistens in the sunlight, healthy again but still driven by the curse. Robin's face is wet with tears he won't admit to. His thighs tremble with effort. His ass spasms around the invading cock.

They reach the top of the ridge. Below, the ocean stretches black and infinite. The sound of waves crashing against rocks carries on the salt air. So close now.

Aqualad speeds up, instinctively drawn to the water. His thrusts become more violent, more desperate. Robin cries out, unable to contain it any longer. His prostate takes a direct hit with each powerful drive, sending unwanted pleasure coursing through him.

"Almost there," Robin gasps. "Keep going."

The downhill journey is faster, more brutal. Aqualad's feet find purchase on the sandy slope. His cock pistons into Robin with renewed vigor. Robin's own cock, previously soft with pain, begins to harden against his will.

The beach comes into view. Wet sand gleams in the sunlight. Waves crash against the shore. Salvation.

Aqualad makes a sound—not a growl now, but something like relief. He sprints the final distance, cock still buried deep in Robin's ass. The constant motion, the pounding rhythm, the slap of flesh on flesh continues unabated.

Robin sees a flash of movement to their right. Kid Flash, carrying Beast Boy, arrives at the beach. They stand at the shoreline, watching the brutal coupling approach.

"You made it!" Kid Flash calls.

Robin's voice is lost, words swallowed by the intensity of the moment. The Atlantean halts at a large, flat rock protruding from the sand at the brink of the ocean. He leans forward, lowering Robin onto his back on the chilling stone. For a moment, it seems as though Aqualad might pull away and dive into the beckoning waves.

Yet, Robin's legs remain wrapped around Aqualad's waist, refusing to let go. His body remains impaled on his friend’s impressive girth. But now, the Atlantean has leverage - his feet planted firm in the damp sand.

He looks down at Robin, surprise flickering in his eyes before being replaced with a tender warmth. Leaning down, he captures Robin’s lips in a thankful kiss that leaves them both breathless.

A gasp cuts through the air - Kid Flash standing nearby in stunned silence, surprise etched across his face

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Then Aqualad begins to move again. This time there is no holding back and he truly starts to fuck Robin.

"Oh god," the Young Justice leader gasps. His back scrapes against the rock with each powerful thrust. His prostate takes direct hits that make his vision blur. His cock leaks pre-cum onto his stomach.

Aqualad's rhythm changes, grows erratic. He's close. His hands grip Robin's hips with bruising force. His thrusts become shorter, more brutal. Robin feels the hot pulse, the flood of cum filling him. Aqualad throws his head back, a roar tearing from his throat.

Then, in one fluid motion, Aqualad pulls out. Robin gasps at the sudden emptiness. Cum leaks from his abused hole onto the rock beneath him. The blond boy takes two steps backward. He grins at his three friends, then turns around and dives into the waiting and salty sea.

The splash sends droplets across Robin's sweat-slick body. He lies there, legs splayed, chest heaving. Done. They made it.

Kid Flash and Beast Boy approach, moving gingerly across the sand. Both walk with obvious discomfort. Both wear expressions of awe.

"Holy shit," Kid Flash says. "You actually did it."

Robin manages to sit up, wincing. "We all did it."

Beast Boy collapses onto the sand beside the rock. "Is he okay now? In the water?"

As if in answer, Aqualad's head breaks the surface. His expression is clear, focused. The feral rage gone from his eyes.

"The curse is subsiding," he calls.

Robin nods, relief washing over him. He slides carefully off the rock, legs barely supporting his weight. Cum runs down his inner thighs. His hole throbs with every heartbeat.

"We need to get you to Atlantis," Robin says. "Make sure it's fully broken."

Aqualad swims closer to shore. "I can make it from here. You've all done enough." His eyes meet each of theirs in turn, lingering on Robin's. "More than enough."

Kid Flash drops onto the sand beside Beast Boy. "So we just stole a car, had an orgy, and ran a marathon with Aqualad's dick in Robin's ass... all to save the day?"

Beast Boy giggles, a slightly hysterical sound. "Just another Tuesday with Young Justice."

"I don't know about you guys," Kid Flash says, lying back on the sand, "but my ass is going to need a week to recover."

Robin smiles despite himself. Despite the pain radiating from his core. Despite the cum leaking down his legs. They made it. Aqualad is safe.

"We should do this more often!" Kid Flash suddenly blurts out.

The three on shore look at each other, then burst into exhausted laughter. Even Aqualad, treading water a few yards out, cracks a smile.

"Next time," Robin says when the laughter subsides, "we bring lube."

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That was a fucking book, gang! 📚 But I hope you enjoyed it!

Something different and this time really quite adventure focused! 🚙

Please let me know if you like it or don't need the stories to go with it.

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Alec