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No but okay guys i want you to imagine Damian Al Ghul.

Little damian who is only ten years old. Who doesn't understand the concept of affection.

Who colors instead of watching a family favorite movie because he believes it is a sacred family tradition and he is not truly a part of the family, even though they picked this movie specifically so that he could watch it

Who watches Bruce laugh with Dick and Tim and feels resentment because he has never been looked at that way, even though Bruce tries

Who sees Duke and Cass look at him in concern when he gets injured on patrol and thinks its because they think hes weak, not because they care

Who has never once felt any ounce of love from his Grandfather for just existing

Who jumps when Dick tries to hug him

Who almost stabs Tim for grabbing him from behind for a little sibling cuddle

Who does end up punching Steph in the nose after she tousles his hair

Who tries so hard to fit in to this new environment he was unceremoniously dumped into by his mother and grandfather but who does not understand because these people are kind and laugh and seem to like him????

And Damian is confused and scared and on guard because everything comes at a price and it breaks Bruce’s heart every time he sees Damian straighten when he walks in the room, when he eyes Duke and Tim with suspicion, when he tries to hide injuries because he does not want to be seen as weak.

Just a Damian who is trying so hard and his family is too but hes still so scared and they don't know what to do….

Until Jason shows up. Bruce has been careful to keep the Red Hood away from Damian, to not shock the kid, not freak him out. And Jason is more than happy to stay away, even though it hurts him a little that Bruce just randomly cut off contact. But Bruce misses his son so he invites him for dinner, just the two of them at the manor, in one of the lesser eaten at dining rooms, and its good and easy and almost like old times…

When the door creaks open.

And Damian walks in.

And promptly freezes when he spots Bruce.

And then stares like a deer in headlights at Jason.

And Jason's spoon clatters to the floor.

And before Bruce can react Damian is sprinting across the room and Jason has thrown his chair back with the force of his standing up and suddenly his youngest his cradled in his second oldest sons arms, legs wrapped around his waist, head buried deeply in his neck. And it all clicks and Bruce scolds himself because how could he have been so stupid??? But its okay because jason is there now and Damian is no longer shaking and when Tim gives him an affectionate punch in the shoulder there is not murder in his eyes but an unfamiliar gleam and suddenly Tim is tackled in a hug and he stands there in shock for a second before relaxing, his arms wrapping around the kid and they rewatch the movie and hang up Damian's drawings and tousle his hair and its okay. Its not perfect, but its okay. And for the Batfamily, that is more than perfect.

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The batfam aren't allowed to play hide and seek with each other bc it will get dangerous and life threatening very quickly.

They aren't allowed to play with other people bc the one time they did, all of the bats went missing for a week. The supers ended up having to be called in so they could track heartbeats.

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Jason: "oh! He put the heads in a duffle bag! How howible!" It's Always about the heads in the bag! Does anyone ever ask what they did to get their heads put in a bag? No! Maybe they deserved a little beheading!

Tim: Gee, Jay. What did they do deserve being capped in the knees, dragged to a warehouse and watch as one by one their fellow captives' heads being severved from their bodies alive waiting for their turn to die horribly next?

Jason: THEY WERE SELLING CHILDREN, TIM! CHILDREN!

Dick: I seem to remember you trying to murder a child before.

Damian: If you mean Drake, He doesn't count. He's more like a cockroach than a person.

Tim: Fuck you too!

Jason: You are kinda impossible to kill like a cockroach, Timmy.

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I like to think that Batman’s suit is really heavy

Like, the thing obviously Kevlar weave, with lots of armour reinforced bits, not to mention all of the gear and gadgets and tools he has on his person, I mean, anything he’s ever thought he may need, anything he’s been mid fight thinking that a particular tool would be useful, he has it somewhere, probably a few of them

And all the kids too, they’re equally equipped even if they don’t necessarily look it

So I like to imagine that some of the heroes decided they should do a costume switch for fun

The bats agreed, and the best part wasn’t them being weirded out like they thought they’d be, unmasked and all that, no, they couldn’t care less, instead everyone else is freaking out about how heavy the bats costumes are

How the hell do they do impossible feats of acrobatics wearing shit like this

Even the supers think it’s excessive, and they have super strength

The bats all take the opportunity to try some of their moves without the weight, given that they work out wearing even more weight

Turns out they can flip and jump and move in even more insane ways than anyone thought possible and everyone is more terrified than they were a few minutes ago

Everyone decides the bats are better with their gadgets

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Tim and damian please

what are they teaching kids

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Jason Todd's not-Robin vigilante names

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new instalment of: Jason survives joker's assault and attends a fancy shmancy school AU

Tim attends some classes 2 years above his own grade bc of course he would

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Jason survives the joker assault, attends a fancy shmancy school, tim is there oh and she's a girl AU

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Jason survives the joker assault, attends a fancy shmancy school, tim is there oh and she's a girl AU

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new instalment of: Jason survives joker's assault and attends a fancy shmancy school AU

Tim attends some classes 2 years above his own grade bc of course he would

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Non-Negotiable

Paring: Irene x F! Reader Prompt: Your friend Karina, had a crazy suggestion for you to search for a sugar mommy to pay for your school tuition. CW: Minors DNI, mommy-kink, cunnilingus, double-ended toy, curse words

Wordcount: ~2.4k

a/n: happy Irene day ❤️

The rain spattered against the window of the cramped coffee shop, blurring the lights of passing cars. You sat hunched over your laptop, sifting through emails from financial aid offices and part-time job offers that seemed to only add insult to injury. As you sighed heavily, your friend Karina–ever the opportunist–leaned in with a mischievous grin.

"Y'know," she ventured casually, artfully swirling her latte, "there's always an alternative. A more... lucrative one."

"Like what?"

"Finding a 'sugar mommy' to help you out financially. You're attractive and smart, someone might be willing to pay for your tuition in exchange for some company."

You raised an eyebrow but couldn't entirely dismiss the idea. Desperate times called for desperate measures, after all.

Eager as ever, Karina pulled up a high-profile dating app nestled on her phone accompanying others known for pairing eager young adults with wealthy individuals looking for pleasant company. You were soon noticed by Bae Irene—not merely a well-off woman but a billionaire queen amongst moguls who had businesses spanning the globe under her powerful rein. Her aura was electric—a tech-savvy empress accustomed to having her whims met unquestioningly.

"Ms. Bae," you typed timidly, "I’m really grateful that you’ve considered me. Your magnanimity is beyond words.” You sent it off into digital oblivion and held your breath waiting for something in response.

“Call me Irene,” appeared suddenly on your screen accompanied by a little ‘ding’—her message standing confidently amidst countless other notifications “Your circumstances intrigue me. Let’s get together and discuss the specifics.”

“Specifics?” You pawed at your chin thoughtfully yet intrigued.

As you prepared for your meeting, you couldn't shake off the feeling that you were stepping into uncharted territory. You wondered what sort of woman Irene was, beyond her impressive business accolades. Was she kind or cruel? Would she see me as a charity case or a plaything? Either way, you knew that this might be your only shot at finishing school without drowning in debt.

“Eyes on the prize y/n,” you intoned under your breath as you fastened up your formal dress. “You've got this.”

The doors to Irene's penthouse suite opened to reveal a breathtaking world of opulence. The intoxicating fragrance of roses and expensive perfume filled the sanctuary of wealth. As you entered, the sun dipped below the horizon, casting an amber glow across the city skyline. This mesmerizing scene illuminated the imposing figure of Bae Irene, standing as an unstoppable beacon of wealth and power amongst the shimmering glass structures.

Her captivating hazel eyes held an air of authority, framed by lush lashes that dared you to look away. The divine femininity reflected in her curvaceous figure was a testament to her relentless determination and prowess. "Welcome y/n," Irene purred, her voice smooth as silk. She extended her manicured hand towards you with a knowing smile. "So, you're here to discuss our arrangement?"

"Y-yes, Ms. Bae...I mean, Irene," you stammered, trying to maintain your composure in front of this overwhelming woman. "I can't thank you enough for considering helping me."

"Of course y/n," she replied with a cool scan of you from head to toe. "But, as you know, nothing in this world is free. I am willing to support your financial needs provided you meet certain...conditions." With that, she presented a contract for your review.

With your heart pounding in your chest, you asked hesitantly about these conditions. "Your time, your company, and your intimacy," was her straight-forward reply, her gaze never leaving yours. "In exchange for my generosity, you will submit to me. Do we have an agreement y/n?"

As Irene's red-lacquered nails traced feather-light circles on your bare knee, she explained further. "This is non-negotiable, darling," she murmured breathily into your ear before continuing with a soft yet steely command: "Stop overthinking, just feel."

You sunk into her touch, her intoxicating scent of jasmine and sandalwood surrounding you. As she leaned in closer, the soft silk of her dress brushed against your skin, and her possessive gaze weighed heavily on you. At that moment, there was no denying your desire for her.

With trembling fingers, you signed the contract. It was done—you were now bound to Irene in every sense. Your acceptance earned a slow predatory smile that made your heart hammer in your chest. "Good girl," she murmured, rewarding your submission with a searing kiss.

"Trust me, you won't regret this y/n," she promised as her hands and lips marked their territory with an insatiable hunger. The thrill of entwining your fate with this enigma sent your heart pounding in a fusion of fear and desire. As the reality of your decision settled in, however, you found yourself not yearning for escape, but rather, sinking further into the intriguing depths of Irene's world.

The elevator doors swept open with a dramatic flair, revealing Irene's jaw-dropping, luxurious penthouse suite. Your breath was stolen away from you as you stepped into a world of unbridled decadence and unparalleled privilege. The grandiose living area dazzled with an explosion of opulent chandeliers casting a golden, buttery light onto the gleaming marble floors. Windows stretching from floor to ceiling offered an absolutely breathtaking view of the city skyline, illuminated by billions upon billions of twinkling lights that made the stars themselves seem dull in comparison.

"Welcome to my humble abode y/n," she purred, her voice dripping with ironic wit.

Aware of the extraordinary opulence that accentuated her immense wealth and superior status, Irene led you into the master bedroom, and your pulse raced with anticipation.

The room was a sensual masterpiece—silken sheets danced across an enormous bed while soft candlelight cast alluring shadows onto walls. A tantalizing scent of rose and jasmine filled the air, teasing your senses and intensifying your arousal.

“Come here and undress me,” Irene commanded with her captivating, mesmerizing hazel eyes piercing into your soul.

Your fingers quivered slightly as you complied, carefully unfastening buttons and zippers until each piece of her designer clothing fell away. Finally, she stood before you in all her divine glory—full breasts, luscious curves, and an aura of raw sexuality that left you weak in the knees.

Satisfied with your obedience, Irene instructed you to undress yourself in her sultry tone. As each article of your clothing fell to the floor under her watchful gaze, a sense of vulnerability mixed with exhilaration. You stood exposed before the woman who had single-handedly conquered the market—and now she held dominion over you.

"Now, come to mommy" she beckoned seductively from where she reclined on the bed. "I want to taste you."

As your heart pounded against your chest, you crawled onto the bed beside her like a willing sacrifice. Irene's skilled fingers trailed across your lithe body—teasing, stroking, circling around sensitive spots—while her expert touch coaxed moans from between your lips.

"Let go y/n," she murmured encouragingly as she guided your hips downward onto her waiting mouth. "Trust your mistress."

You surrendered entirely to Irene's touch as the world dissolved around you, leaving only the electric connection between your bodies. As she licked and sucked, exploring you intimately, it was as if every nerve ending within you was set alight with pleasure.

"Wait," Irene suddenly instructed, pulling away with a wicked grin. "I have something special for us."

She retrieved a double-ended toy from a bedside drawer, its silver length reflecting the flickering candlelight. "This is going to feel amazing," she promised, her eyes full of lust.

"Please mommy," you whispered breathlessly, entranced by her commanding presence. "Show me."

Irene wasted no time positioning the toy, sliding one end inside herself and guiding the other end into you. As she began to move, setting a steady rhythm that left you both panting and moaning in unison, the sensation of being filled to the brink with her was indescribable. You could feel her tight muscles gripping the toy with every thrust, sending waves of pleasure coursing through both your bodies.

"O-oh God, Irene," you gasped, reaching down between your legs to feel the toy sliding in and out of you. "You-u feel so-o good m-mommy."

"Mmmh, you feel even better," she responded, grinding faster now, her breath coming in short sharp bursts. "Tell me how it feels."

"Too g-good," you groaned, arching your back as she hit your sweet spot again and again. "F-Fuck, mommy, ple-ase don't stop-p."

Irene's hips snapped into a frenzy, driving the toy deeper inside you with each powerful thrust. Your walls clenched around the toy, milking it for every last drop of pleasure as you both lost yourselves in the heat of the moment.

"I'm-m close," Irene panted, her fingernails digging into your shoulders as she tried to hold on. "Come with me darling."

"F-Fuck, I'm com-ing mommy," you moaned, your muscles tense as you reached your peak. "Irene, Irene, Irene!"

The world around you faded away as you surrendered to the pleasure, your body shuddering with each orgasmic pulse that wracked your frame. Irene followed soon after, her body going limp against yours as she gave in to her own release—both your juices slowly seeping out of your swollen folds, a ring of sticky cum outlining the toy as it stays embedded inside your cores.

Breathless and spent, you collapsed onto the bed, feeling a warm sense of satisfaction washing over you. You turned to gaze at Irene, her cheeks flushed and her chest heaving with each breath.

Catching your breath together, she leaned in to kiss you passionately, her tongue dancing with yours in a tender yet fierce embrace as she pulled away the double-ended toy from your entwined bodies.

"Thank you," you whispered, your voice hoarse from the intensity of it all. "For showing me."

Your heart pounded in your chest as Irene, her skin still sweaty from minutes earlier, guided you down onto the plush carpet of her penthouse suite. The flickering candlelight cast a warm glow over her perfect body as she settled on her back, propped up by an array of velvet cushions that seemed to cradle her like a queen on her throne.

"We’re not done yet sweetie," she purred, spreading her legs wide open for you. Unable to help yourself, you licked your lips at the sight of her swollen clit and glistening folds temptingly displayed before you. Her hazel eyes locked onto yours in a daring challenge.

"Tell me what you want mommy," you demanded quietly, seeking guidance even now.

"Use your mouth," she commanded, fingers threading through your hair pulling roughly and firmly pulling closer.

As your lips met her slick folds, tasting arousal gave a thrill of satisfaction at the pleased moan escaping her lips. Providing pleasure to this powerful woman who had graciously allowed you into her existence of decadence and desire gave you a sense of accomplishment.

"More," she breathed urgently. Obediently swirling your tongue around her engorged clit while one hand parted her labia, you took two fingers and slowly slid them inside her inviting heat—eliciting a gasp from Irene, and you took it as encouragement to delve deeper.

"Yesss," she hissed, her grip tightening in your disheveled hair as her hips rose to meet your eager mouth and fingers. As you continued to suck on her clit and pump your digits in and out of her velvety warmth, you were acutely aware of the power she held—not just over you but over herself. Even in this vulnerable moment, she was firmly in control, guiding with subtle movements and whispered directives.

"Fuck, right there," she urged as you curled your fingers to abuse that sweet spot inside her, her breathing coming in ragged pants. "D-don't stop y/n."

With a final, expert flick of your tongue and strokes of your fingers, you sent her spiraling over the edge, her body trembled and arched off the bed as she rode the waves of pleasure you had coaxed from her. The sight was intoxicating, and you couldn't help but feel a sense of pride at having brought this indomitable woman to such ecstasy.

"Come here y/n," she murmured, pulling you up to lie beside her as she caught her breath. You curled into her side, your fingers traced idle patterns on her damp skin, feeling the sticky heat of her body against yours.

"Thank you for indulging me darling," she whispered, pressing a lingering kiss to your forehead. It was a simple gesture but carried the weight of her gratitude and recognition of the pleasure you had given her.

"Anything for you," you replied, words slipped out before you could even think about them. But in that moment, they rang true—there was nothing you wouldn't do for Irene, this enigmatic woman who had turned your world upside down and shown you the tantalizing possibility of a life lived on the edge of desire and risk as a sugar baby.

In the soft candlelight, her hazel eyes seemed to hold a thousand secrets as she gazed at you with a mixture of appreciation and something deeper, something you dared not name just yet. And as you lay there, tangled together in the luxurious sanctuary of her penthouse suite, you couldn't help but wonder what other exhilarating experiences waited to be discovered—each one bound by the irresistible thread of consent and mutual gratification.

"Ready for more y/n?" she questioned, a wicked glint in her eyes promising untold delights.

"Always mommy," you answered, sealing your fate as you surrendered once more to the irresistible pull of Irene's carnal desire.

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Pay in Kind

Paring: GP! Karina x F! Reader Prompt: Desperate to avoid a ticket, you were faced with a proposition. CW: Minors DNI, GP! Karina, power imbalance, manipulation, oral (reader giving), curse words

Wordcount: ~1.9k

a/n: happy Karina day!! ❤️

The moon cast its ethereal silver glow over the desolate road, creating a hauntingly beautiful scene as your car glided through the stillness of the night. The low hum of the engine was the only accompaniment on this late-night drive—a temporary escape from the never-ending pressures of university life.

But just as you began to relax into the peacefulness of the night, it shattered by the sudden wail of a siren and the blinding red and blue lights flashing in your rearview mirror. Panic gripped you, your heart racing as you pulled over to the side of the road, hands trembling on the steering wheel. It felt as though the darkness itself had come alive, lashing out at you with retribution.

As the door of the patrol car swung open, you caught your first glimpse of Officer Karina Yu. Her striking figure loomed in the darkness, silhouetted against the glow of her police car's headlights. The crisp uniform clung to every curve of her well-toned physique, accentuating her commanding presence. A seasoned officer with years of experience at SMPA, she was known for her no-nonsense demeanor and stunning appearance. With each determined stride she took towards your vehicle, her aura of authority seemed to expand and fill the void left by the empty city streets.

"License and registration, please," she demanded, her voice holding an edge that made it clear she wouldn't tolerate any foolishness. You fumbled to retrieve the documents from your glove compartment—the papers slipped through your fingers as if they were coated in ice.

"Y-yes, Officer," you stammered, offering up the documents with shaking hands. Her gaze was like steel, sweeping over you with a fierce intensity that seemed to assess your worth—or perhaps your guilt—with just one look. Though she didn't speak a word, her eyes conveyed a message more powerful than any spoken language: you were completely at her mercy.

"Seems like you were in quite a hurry tonight," Officer Yu commented coolly, her tone dripping with disapproval. "Care to explain why?"

"Um, I—I didn't realize I was speeding, Officer. I apologize." You tried to keep your voice steady, but the quiver betrayed your fear.

"An apology won't save you from a ticket," she replied bluntly, scribbling something on her notepad. The weight of her unwavering gaze remained heavy upon you, intensifying the unease that prickled along your skin.

"Please, Officer," you pleaded, desperation tingeing your voice. Your chest rose and fell rapidly as you struggled to catch your breath—anxiety coursed through your veins like a raging river. "I can't afford another ticket." You could feel the weight of your financial situation pressing down on you like a vice, suffocating and relentless.

She regarded you with a calculating stare, her dark eyes boring into yours as she sized you up. A heavy silence hung between you before she finally spoke. "I have half a mind to cuff you and take you in right now.”

Your heart dropped at her words—fear gripped you in its icy grasp. But then, a glimmer of hope appeared as you mustered up the courage to ask, "Please, is there any way I can avoid this ticket?" You could hear the desperation in your own voice, but you were willing to do anything to escape the consequences of yet another mistake.

Her lips pursed in consideration as she studied you intently. After what felt like an eternity, she finally spoke again. "Perhaps there's another way for you to make amends." As her gaze slid downward, your eyes followed suit and landed on her hand palming a considerable bulge beneath the fabric of her pants. The implication was clear: she expected you to pleasure her in exchange for leniency.

Your mind reeled at the suggestion, disbelief battling with shock. You couldn't deny the allure of this authoritative and enigmatic woman, yet the thought of surrendering to her whims in such a vulnerable and public setting filled you with dread.

"Are you serious Officer?" you asked, unable to keep the incredulity out of your voice.

"Deadly serious," she replied with a husky laugh that sent shivers down your spine. "It's your choice, of course. Pay the fine or... pay in kind." Her words hung in the air like a forbidden invitation—you could feel your resolve wavering. The decision was yours, but either way, there would be a price to pay.

Your throat constricted as you struggled to comprehend the weight of her words. Anxiety and desire battled within you, each fighting for dominance as you came face to face with a monumental decision: accept her unconventional proposal and risk everything, or turn away and bear the consequences of your actions. The gravity of the choice hung heavy in the air—as you stood at the crossroads of your life, you realized that there was no going back.

"Wh-what do you propose I do Officer?" you stammered, trying to maintain some semblance of control over the situation.

A sly smile played on Officer Yu's lips as she replied, her voice low and laced with alluring promises. "Follow me," she directed, her movements fluid as she led you back to her patrol car. Every step she took seemed to pull you further under her spell, each sway of her hips an enticing dance of power and seduction.

She leaned against the car, crossing her legs in a display of casual dominance as she regarded you with intense eyes. Her arms were crossed over her chest—her head tilted slightly as she studied you with a hunger that sent shivers down your spine. You felt like prey caught in a predator's gaze, unable to look away from the intensity of her stare. She stepped closer, invading your personal space with a sense of ownership that left you trembling.

"Well then, y/n," she murmured sternly, her eyes burning with a mix of hunger and anticipation. "Get to it.”

Trembling, you sank to your knees in front of her, acutely aware of the vulnerability of your position. The asphalt was cold and unforgiving beneath you, a stark reminder of the consequences that awaited if you failed to satisfy her demands.

"Go on," Karina said, her voice laced with authority. "Take it out."

Swallowing hard, you reached out—hesitantly unfastened her belt and unzipped her pants. Her large erect cock sprung free—your cheeks flushed with shame as you took it into your trembling hand. Despite your inner turmoil, you steeled yourself against the reluctance gnawing at your thoughts, focusing instead on your dire financial situation.

"Open up," Karina barked. You obligingly parted your lips, welcoming the head of her cock as it met your awaiting tongue. Initially, you sucked gently—tasting her salty pre-cum while subtly adjusting to her girth. Your lips wrapped snugly around her as you leaned forward—gradually increasing your pace.

"Ah... that's it," Karina encouraged, running her fingers through your hair as she guided your head. "Now take me deeper."

You worked to accommodate the entire length of her cock into your mouth and throat—tears formed in the corners of your eyes as you suppressed your gag reflex.

"Keep your hands behind your back y/n," she instructed, and you complied, feeling even more exposed as your fingers intertwined just above the curve of your ass.

As you worked to pleasure her with your mouth, wrapping your lips around her throbbing cock and swirling your tongue around the head, Karina's grip on your hair tightened, emphasizing her control over the situation. Her breathing became more ragged as you struggled to meet her demands, sucking hard on her shaft and flicking your tongue against the sensitive underside—it drove you to push yourself further than you ever thought possible.

"Such a good little cocksucker," she taunted—her condescending words dripping with venom. The sting of degradation fueled your desire to prove yourself worthy of her approval. You quickened the pace of your head-bobbing, taking her deeper each time.

"Enough," she snapped suddenly, pulling out of your mouth and leaving you gasping for breath. "Now stand up and bend over the hood of my car y/n."

"Please Officer, can't we just..." you trailed off, knowing that pleading with her was futile.

"Turn. Around," she commanded, leaving no room for argument. Your legs shaky—you stood upright and planted your trembling palms on the cool car hood, presenting yourself for her use. Your heart raced as adrenaline and anticipation coursed through you—this was further than you'd ever imagined it would go tonight.

"Remember. You had a choice," Karina reminded you with a low dangerous voice that sent shivers down your spine. She pushed your skirt up and pulled aside your panties without warning and forced herself inside you with a ferocity that left you gasping for breath.

"Ah...f-fuck!" you gasped and struggled against the sudden invasion of her throbbing cock. "Officer Yu..." you managed to say between labored breaths.

"Did I say you could speak?" she growled, thrusting roughly. The sensations of pain and pleasure mingled together, sending you into a dizzying state of ecstasy as she continued with her relentless pace. Your body was completely under her control, surrendering to the intense rhythm she set.

"Sorr-ry, Officer-r," you managed to choke out between gasps, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. "Pl-lease...I'll be good."

"Damn right, you will," she hissed—her hips slamming against yours with a ferocity that left you breathless. Each shove sent jolts of pleasure shooting through your core, leaving you trembling and desperate for more

But unfortunately, your pleasure was not Karina's priority. She used you for her satisfaction, and it only fueled your arousal further.

"Fuck, you're so tight y/n," she growled—hands gripping your hips as she continued her relentless assault on your cunt. Each powerful thrust sent waves of pain and pleasure coursing through you but you knew better than to show any weakness. You bit your lip—struggling to maintain your composure in the face of her brutal thrusts.

"Fuck," she cursed through gritted teeth, slamming into you one final time as she reached her peak. You felt her hot cum spurt inside you—a deluge of warmth and satisfaction that flooded your senses. And then, just as suddenly as it began, it was over—leaving you unsatisfied.

Officer Yu pulled out, leaving you feeling strangely hollow and exposed. Your legs trembled from exertion and the remnants of your own juices trickled down your thighs—you gasped for breath as you leaned against the hood of the patrol car.

"Get dressed," she ordered coldly, not looking at you as she tucked her still-damp cock back into her pants.

You pushed yourself up—wincing at the soreness that lingered in your body as her cum spilled from your abused cunt. It was a stark reminder of what just transpired—of what you'd just endured. As you pulled your panties back into place and adjusted your clothing, you couldn't help but feel a mixture of shame and relief. Shame for allowing yourself to be used by Officer Karina Yu, and relief that the heavy burden of the speeding ticket had been lifted.

"Look at me," Officer Yu commanded sternly—your gaze met hers hesitantly, finding nothing but inscrutability in the dim light. The smirk on the corners of her lips sent a shiver down your spine— hinting at future encounters that you didn't think you were ready for just yet.

"Consider this a warning y/n," she said firmly without breaking eye contact. "If I catch you speeding again, I expect the same form of payment. Do you understand?"

"Y-yes Officer Yu," you stammered softly; barely audible as you nodded in agreement. "I understand."

"Good," she said curtly before turning away from you and climbing back into her patrol car. As the engine roared to life, you watched her disappear into the night, leaving you standing there alone with nothing but your transgression as an echo of what once was.

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