Being a nobody in Gotham City sucked. Being a Wayne or the son of a circus family, that was worth something. But being a nobody in college? While it was New Years? It was borderline pathetic.
The countdown to midnight in Gotham was a symphony of distant sirens and cheap champagne. Aaron sat at the bar, swirling the dregs of his beer.
'Another lonely New Year…'
The thought felt like an ache. Aaron was just a normal guy: college, part-time job, a face in the rain-slicked crowd, and twenty years of age. In Gotham City, being twenty meant being in your thirties. He glanced out the window. Neon lights glowed, as did the sirens of the police.
With holidays, there was supposed to be peace and joy. But in Gotham, there was always an uptick in crime. It was a living hell being a youth.
'Can't afford a home…college is sucking up all my money…and no parents to rely on…'
He was down on his luck. Aaron sighed and drank.
"This seat taken, handsome?"
The voice was a melody of mischief, sweet and sharp like spun sugar and lemon. He turned.
She slid onto the stool beside him. A chick in a black beanie pulled low and a dark leather jacket. Black hair framed a face of playful angles and pale skin, but her eyes… her eyes were a stormy, hypnotic grey, pinning him with a smirk that promised delightful trouble.
"All yours," he managed, his voice tighter than he intended.
"I'm Harleen," she lied, and he could tell it was a lie. He just could. She flagged the bartender. "Two shots of your worst tequila. And keep 'em coming." Her gaze slid back to Aaron. "You look like you could use some fun. And I definitely need some fun."
"Um, sure."
She giggled. In a couple seconds time, they were drinking tequila together.
The tequila burned. Her allure burned hotter. There was something sing-songy about her. It was sweet and strange and a tad creepy. Aaron ignored the red flags anyway. He had company. That was what mattered.
"So, Aaron," she said, having easily coaxed his name out of him. "What's a good-looking guy like you doing drinking alone on a night for celebration? It's New Years! Not gonna live it up?"
"Just… didn't feel like a crowd," he admitted.
"Meh, I getcha. Crowds are overrated." Her knee brushed his under the bar. "I'm more of a… private party girl myself." Her grin widened. "And I have a fantastic apartment just a few blocks away. Better view than this shithole. Less… peopley."
Aaron's heart hammered against his ribs. He took another sip of his tequila. This was crazy. She was a stranger. A gorgeous, intense, slightly terrifying stranger. But the way she looked at him—like she wanted to devour him whole—made his blood pump south in a hot, insistent rush.
"Yeah?" Aaron asked, young and stupid.
"Fuck yeah," she purred, standing up and grabbing his hand. Her grip was surprisingly strong. "C'mon. Midnight's wasting."
Suddenly, Aaron was being walked to her apartment. Harleen even took to alleyways, which almost made him yank away from her. He didn't, only because her ass had this sexy motion to it. Blue jeans and a fat ass? A deadly, hypnotic combination, that was for sure. Soon, he was facing a white-ish apartment. She hadn't been lying, it was a pretty nice place. Definitely for upper-middle class folk.
She lived on the fourteenth floor. After the elevator, there was a sharp turn, kicking the door open (she didn't lock it? Weirdo), and gesturing to him to go inside.
"Gentlemen first," she said.
He headed in. Her apartment wasn't dirty, but it was lived-in. Wild, abstract paintings splashed color across the walls. A pair of giant, worn-down mallet props leaned in a corner. The "view" was a glittering, gargoyle-studded slice of Gotham's skyline. He barely had time to process it.
The door clicked shut.
Wham.
He had been looking at her apartment, not anymore. From behind, she spun him around and his back hit the door. Her hands were on his face, her mouth on his, and any thought of normality shattered.
"Mwah, mwah, mwah!"
They made out and then she smooched his cheeks and forehead. She really liked to kiss him. Her leg hooked around his, pulling him tight against her.
"You're a good kisser," Harleen muttered against his lips, not breaking contact. Her hands shoved his coat off his shoulders. "And you taste good."
She spun him again. All coiled energy, pushing him backward through the cluttered living room toward a half-open bedroom door. They stumbled over a discarded roller skate, laughing into each other's mouths. The back of his knees hit the mattress, and they fell onto the bed in a tangle of limbs.
Harleen straddled him, grinding her hips down. The curve of her ass pressed directly onto the throbbing bulge in his jeans. A thick, insistent throb-throb-throb pulsed against her.
"Oooh, someone's excited to see me," Harleen cooed, licking her lips. She sat up, still straddling him, and reached for her beanie. She yanked it off, shaking her head.
Blonde hair tumbled free. Not just blonde. Platinum. And then she reached up, and with two sharp tugs, pulled the dark wig completely off, letting it drop to the floor with a soft plop. Two long, perfect pigtails fell, one tipped in bright pink, the other in electric blue.
Aaron's brain short-circuited. "You're… you're…"
Harleen smirked as she tossed aside her leather jacket. She was in a black-red tanktop that instantly got his eyes magnetized to her cleavage. "Come on, you can say it."
The big boobs, the wild smile, the mascara and the rouge lips a-and…the tits! Those were definitely her tits! He had jerked off to images of Harley Quinn for years now! Both old and now! She was stacking and in that diamond-pattered tanktop…
"...H-Harley Quinn…"
"Ta-daaa!" she sang, throwing her arms wide, her grey eyes now blazing with manic joy. "Surprise, puddin'!" Her smile was all teeth and danger and irresistible allure. "Hope you don't mind. Regular Harleen gets soooo boring."
Oh my god. He was hooking up with a criminal. He was hooking up with the Joker's former sidegirl. He was hooking up with…well, were she and Ivy together? That was a rumour, no?
Ah, fuck. Harley Quinn giggled and seized his attention, her palms flat on his chest, her pigtails brushing his face. "And you were bored too, weren't ya?"
"Y-yeah…"
"Good! Great! Excellent! I have a PhD so I know these things. Guys get reeeeally pent up on New Years. Seven times out of time, they just jerk off."
That…that was true…at least in Aaron's case…
Harley held his stunned gaze and reached one hand back. She didn't look. She kept those intense eyes locked on his as her fingers traced the straining outline of his cock through his black pants.
Tap. Tap. Her fingernails drummed on the thick shaft. "Well, hello there," she whispered and there was that smirk. That arrogance. That need to fuck and touch this cock. Her hand closed over the fabric, feeling the hard, hot length. It twitched violently under her touch. Twitch! Throb!
"Someone's saying please." Harley giggled and almost snorted. She began to stroke him through the denim, a slow, maddening up-and-down.
"Oh my gossssh, Aaron, is all this for me?" Her other hand went to his belt, the buckle clinking and unzipping. At long last, her head turned back. She wanted to see the whole process.
She hooked her thumbs in the waistband of his jeans and briefs and yanked them down to his thighs in one sharp motion.
SPROING!
The springing of his cock was comical. It was hot, like how she swung her mallet. Her playful smirk vanished, wiped clean by jaw-dropping shock.
Freed from confinement, his schlong slapped up against his stomach with a heavy, meaty thwack. A pale, thick pillar of flesh, already semi-erect and dwarfed everything she'd ever seen outside of cartoonish internet lies. Eleven inches of veined, angry-looking flesh, and as she stared, utterly speechless, it gave another mighty throb and seemed to swell further, reaching its full, terrifying potential.
Twelve inches. A fucking bitch breaker.
"Ho-ly fuckballs."
Harley's mouth opened, closed, opened, and then closed again. This ordinary young man she found in a bar, this Aaron, had silenced Harley Quinn.
"What kind of monster…what in the…"
She crawled backward down Aaron, her eyes wide saucers, glued to the monstrous cock now standing at full, proud attention. It was thick enough that her fingers wouldn't meet if she wrapped them around it. The head was a smooth, ruddy plum, already glistening with a bead of pre-cum that blooped out and trailed a slick line down the shaft.
"I… I picked up a fucking tripod," Harley muttered, a hysterical giggle bubbling in her throat. She reached out a single, trembling finger and touched the hot, silky skin. It jumped under her touch, a powerful, living thing.
She traced a vein, her mind racing. The sheer length of it. The girth. It was absurd. It was magnificent. It was the most beautiful, terrifying thing she'd seen all week.
A thick, heavy gulp clicked in her own throat. Harley felt a corresponding, hot gush between her own legs, her panties instantly soaked through. A warm, slick squelch seemed to echo in her core just thinking about it.
Her grey eyes, wide with lust and awe, flicked from the monstrous cock back up to Aaron's flushed, overwhelmed face. A new, feral grin spread across her red lips.
"Okay, college boy," Harley purred, her voice dropping to a husky, wanting whisper. "Let's see what this fucking monster can do."
Harley's eyes never left his and she slid off the bed and onto her knees on the floor. The mattress dipped as Aaron propped himself up on his elbows, his heart hammering against his ribs. His cock stood up proud. Twelve inches of mighty meat. All Aaron could see was that wild blonde hair, those pigtails, and those lips curling into a smile that promised pleasure—or chaos.
Aaron gulped. 'Am I really getting a blowjob from Harley Quinn…?'
He was. Indeed he was.
"Let's get a proper introduction, huh, puddin'?" Her hands settled on his thighs. Her grip was send a jolt straight to his already-throbbing cock. The heavy, veined column of flesh glistened. Another bead of pre-cum welled and fell with a soft plip, trailing down his shaft. The first Harley did was stop that little trail with her tongue. She followed it to its origin, going up, up, up until she reached the tip.
"Mwah!"
Aaron couldn't believe this was his life. That he had gone from drinking alone to having Harley Quinn smooch the mushroom-like tip of his dick. She giggled. Her nose brushed the sensitive underside. Her tongue darted out, a quick, flat lick that swept up the salty drop.
Aaron hissed. "F-fuck…"
"Fuck is right, Aaron, my lovely stud." Harley giggled. "Now hold still, big boy. Let mama get a taste."
She opened her mouth, those red lips stretching wide, and took the head inside. The heat was instantaneous, wet and tight. Her tongue swirled around the crown, a frenzied, eager motion. It was like a slurp and a slosh. Aaron groaned. "H-Harley…!"
Harley was struggling. Big boy was big! His length was obvious but the girth? Chicks forgot about that.
Pulling off with a wet schlopp, she mumbled, "God, your thick!" A string of saliva connected her lips to his cock. "Thicker than my wrist. Fuck."
She dove back down, taking more this time. Her jaw strained. She pushed, lips in a perfect circle, but she could only get about half of him before she gagged. Her eyes watered while sparkling with manic delight. She pulled back, gasping, a line of spit trailing from her lips.
"Fuck me, Aaron," she panted, stroking the slick length with both hands now. "You're a fucking tripod. A goddamn monster." She grinned up at him, tears of effort shining in her eyes. "I love it."
She went down again, deeper this time, fighting her own reflex. She thought she didn't have any. "Hck!"
Harley Quinn was proven wrong. The reason she didn't was because she never dealt with a cock like this. Still, that didn't mean she would give up or lose. No way! She went down and down and down, throating inch after inch. Her eyes widened in excitement—in twisted glee.
"Almsshtt….alshthlttt…!"
She did it! A light touch of pubic hair touched her nose as she successfully deepthroated all twelve inches. She held it, her throat convulsing around the invading dong, a tight, rhythmic krrk-krrk-krrk of muscle spasms.
Her eyes rolled back. Two long lines of ruined black make-up rolled down her cheek. "Ngghhghghh~!" Her nose flared up.
Harley Quinn was drowning in this bitchbreaker of a cock, and she was loving every second.
The college student could only watch, stunned, as the infamous Harley Quinn choked herself on his cock. Her pigtails bobbed. He was tempted to grab them and only didn't because he didn't want to die. Her hands gripped his thighs, nails digging in. Seeing this hottie like this and the tight, hot suction, the ragged huuuh-huuuh of her breathing through her nose—it was too much. A coil tightened low in his nutsack, urgent and inevitable.
"Harley, I'm—I'm gonna—"
She pulled off with a wet, gasping AAAAH of air, a thick strand of spit and pre-cum snapping. She looked up, her lips swollen, mascara smudged. "You gonna cum, puddin'?" she rasped. "You gonna fucking fill me up? Do it. Do it right now."
"W-well…"
His cock throbbed, alone, as if to say, "Well, you have to keep sucking it."
"Oh right." She took him back into her mouth as deep than before and started bobbing her head with frantic, sloppy energy. Slap-slap-slap of her lips against his base.
"H-huh—!?"
She went from zero a hundred, just like that. For the virgin college student, it was the final straw.
Aaron's back arched off the bed and he came. Harley swallowed convulsively, but the volume was immense. Thick, hot ropes of cum flooded her mouth, overfilling it, spilling out past her stretched lips. It coated her chin, her neck, in sticky white streaks.
She tried to keep up, swallowing frantically. Gulp, gulp! But it was too much. She pulled back, coughing, a cascade of his creamy white baby batter splattering onto her cleavage and the floor with a series of wet pats.
His cock was like a water fountain. The last couple of dribbles were worth three tablespoons. It was something to behold.
"Holy… fucking… shit," Harley wheezed, catching her breath. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, staring at the mess with awe. Her tanktop was ruined, even though much of his cum went on her cleavage. "Aaron, what the fuck are you feeding this thing? That's… that's a lot. And it's so thick." She licked her lips, tasting him again. "Mmmph. Like fucking cream. Virgin cream. God, it's perfect."
She looked down at his cock, which, to her utter astonishment, was still rock hard, twitching against his stomach, gleaming with spit and cum. It hadn't softened at all.
Her eyes went wide. "No. Fucking. Way." A laugh burst from her. "You're still hard! You are a fucking miracle!"
She shimmied out of her jeans and panties, kicking them away. Harley was climbing back onto the bed, onto Aaron, straddling his hips again. She was already soaked, her arousal making a soft squelch as her bare skin met his thighs.
"Okay, big boy. Time for the main event." Grinning, Harley's hands guided his monstrous cock, the head nudging against her slick entrance. She looked into his eyes, a flicker of genuine, awe-struck vulnerability in hers for a split second. "This is gonna be tight."
Harley Quinn sank down on Aaron's monster cock.
"Ooooh…!" A long, shuddering sigh of pure pleasure and stretch. Harley's mouth fell open in a silent gasp as inch after impossible inch of him stretched her, filled her, opened her. It burned, a delicious, full-to-bursting ache.
"Fuuuuck, Aaron! You're… oh god… you're splitting me in half. I can feel you in my fucking womb!"
She bottomed out, his full length buried inside her. She sat there for a moment, panting, her inner walls fluttering around him in rapid, tight clenches.
"Haah…!"
Aaron couldn't believe it. He was inside Harley Quinn. He was gaping, looking at her reaction. She was smiling, face down, panting. After a gasp, she looked up and made eye-contact.
"Hehe! N-now this…" She placed a hand on his shoulder to steady herself. "Now this is gonna be fun!"
She started to ride him, bouncing on his lap with a wild, acrobatic energy. The sound of their bodies meeting filled the apartment. Her pigtails flew around her head like twin ribbons of gold, pink, and blue.
"Yes! Fuck! Just like that!" Harley threw her head back. "Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuuuuck! THIS DIIIIIICK! I LOVE THIS DICK ALREADY! GOOD BOY! GOOD BOY! JUST STAY THERE AND LET HARLEEN RIDE IT!"
That was what he did. Sit there and let Harley Quinn ride him like a pony. His eyes flicked from her smiling expression to her cum-stained tanktop. Her boobs were jiggling inside. He wanted to free them, so that was what he did. He yanked at them and Harley raised her arms.
"Ah! Ah! Nggghh! G-good boy!"
She gave him a kiss as a reward, boobs pressed to his shirt. Fuuuck, it was amazing. Reeling back, she smirked and kept riding.
'H-her pussy! Oh god, it's tight! B-but also wet! A-and chaotic!' The tight pulses of her walls went along the entirety in different increments. He suspected that was not normal—that this was Harley Quinn. Then again, he was a virgin…!
Her breasts, freed from her tanktop, bounced freely. "They're Ds, Aaron! Fucking Ds! Grab them! Squeeze them!"
His hands, which had been gripping the sheets, moved to her hips, then slid up her sweat-slicked torso to cup her full breasts. They filled his hands, heavy and soft, the nipples hard against his palms. He squeezed, kneaded, and she cried out in approval.
"CUMMIIIIING~!!!"
He pinched her nipples next. Harley was a bleached-skinned woman and it made the pink of her tits all the more pronounced. He loved playing with them, from the nipples to the melony feeling of her mounds.
"C-come on! Not just my tits! Fuck me too!" Harley demanded, riding him faster. It was turning into a frenzied, pounding rhythm. "Fuck me! Fuck me with that monster cock! Oh god, I can feel it everywhere!"
"Y-yes, ma'am!"
He had been holding her hips in order to steady himself. So he moved to her ass cheeks, grabbed a handful of both cheeks, and slammed her down his cock.
The effect was instant. The change was instant.
Her eyes rolled back.
"YOU'RE SO DEEP!" He did it again. He got another reaction, her pussy tightening and the hand on his shoudler loosening. So he did it again.
Again…
"YOU'RE HITTING MY FUCKING CERVIX!"
Again…
"YES! RIGHT THERE! POUND IT—!"
CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—!
"RUIN ME, AARON! RUIN THIS FUCKING PUSSY!"
Aaron didn't want it to ever end. Her orgasm hit her suddenly. Her body went rigid, a sharp, choked scream ripping from her throat. "Nnnnnggghhh-HAAA!" Her inner walls clamped down on him in a glorious spasm. Squeeze-squeeze-squeeze! A fresh gush of her arousal soaked his cock and balls.
Yet she didn't stop. Like him—
"I DON'T WANT THIS TO EVER STOPPPP~!!"
Less than thirty minutes ago, Aaron wanted New Years to end. He wanted to go home and get drunk.
Not anymore. Now that Harley Quinn was riding him, his world had flipped upside down. Another one crashed into Harley just seconds later. "Again!" she shrieked, her eyes rolling back. "Fuck! I'm CUMMING again!"
It went on like that for what felt like hours when in reality it was just ten minutes. Ten minutes, dozens of orgasms. Dozens of times she clenched around him, shuddering, screaming profanities and praise. The bedsprings screamed in protest.
Creak-creak-creak-CREAK!
Harley's bleached skin was slick with sweat, her pigtails bounced, and strands of her hair plastered to her forehead.
Through the haze, Aaron heard her gasp, her voice raw and broken, as she slammed down on him one final time, impaling herself to the hilt.
"Best…" she panted, her body trembling in his arms. "Best… fuck… of my… LIFE!"
He agreed. Gasping for air, he grabbed her hips and pistoned up into her one last, deep time and he nutted. She felt it, every thick, pulsing jet, and Harley yelled, "I'm gonna have to take PLAN B~!!!!"
Groaning, eyes squeezed shut, Aaron didn't realize or care for the implications that he came inside. That he had rawdogged Harley Quinn. He just wanted to relax and feel good. Which was what he did. He fell back flat on the mattress, breathing heavily and smiling.
Harley almost fell with him. She didn't, managing to push herself up, her hands on his sweat-slick chest. Her mascara was a glorious, smudged wreck. Her grin was pure, unhinged triumph.
"Wowie zowie," she commented. "That was a fucking creampie. Jesus."
"Y-yeah…" He opened his eyes at last. "S-sorry…"
"Eh, it's fine. Plus, this was just a warm-up!"
Her hands shot out, grabbing his wrists, and she flipped their positions, rolling him onto his back and pinning his arms above his head. She straddled his waist, his still-hard cock trapped between them.
"My turn to drive, puddin'," she giggled, leaning down to lick a stripe up his neck. "But first… a little insurance."
She released one wrist, snatching the discarded belt from his jeans off the floor. She looped it around the wrought-iron bedpost and secured his wrist with a tight, expert knot. She did the same with the other.
"Huh? Huh?" Aaron tugged experimentally. "H-Harley… what are you—"
"Shhh," she whispered, placing a finger on his lips. She climbed off him, swaying her hips as she walked to a dresser, rummaging through a drawer. She returned with a pair of her own fishnet stockings. "Gotta make sure you don't wear yourself out too quick. We got all fucking night."
She tied his ankles to the lower bedposts, spreading his legs wide. He was completely vulnerable, utterly exposed, his monster cock standing at full, twitching attention against his stomach.
Throb. Throb.
"Perfect." Harley squealed, crawling back onto the bed between his legs. She ran her hands up his thighs, her eyes feasting on the sight of his monster pipe. "Just a fucking buffet."
She snickered and gave a kiss to the tip. Aaron mewled. "W-what are you going to do?"
"Oh, come on, don't worry now! It'll be fun!" She didn't take him in her mouth again. Instead, she turned around, presenting her perfect, round ass to him. She positioned her cunt over his cock. She looked back over her shoulder, a wicked smirk on her face.
"Reverse cowgirl, stud. Watch it all disappear."
Ah.
Well, he wasn't complaining then. Being tied up and having Harley ride reverse-cowgirl? Aaron smiled a little. "If you can," he managed to say with some confidence.
Harley winked. "Oh, you bet I will!" She lowered herself, taking him inch by torturous inch. Squeeeze! The wet, tight cunt enveloped him. She sank all the way down until her ass met his hips with a soft smack.
"Fuuuuck yeah," Harley groaned. Already, she was beginning to move. She rode him hard, bouncing in reverse, each upward stroke making his cock glisten before she slammed back down. Her ass jiggled with each impact. Jiggle-jiggle-jiggle.
Her ass alone was moving, taking five inches at a time. She gasped and smirked. "Fucking hell1 L-love this damn thing! So much bigger than any of my dildos! Mmmppph!"
Aaron could only watch, straining against the bonds, as she fucked herself on him. The view was magnificent. Her tight, pink pussy winking and struggling around his monster cock. Her back was arched spectacularly. Good Lord…!
"You like that, Aaron?" Harley panted, throwing her head back and sticking her tongue out. "You like watching your fucking monster cock disappear up my cunt? 'Cause it feels like it's in my fucking—oh god! CUMMMIING!"
She came like that, screaming, her inner walls milking him in rapid, fluttering pulses. Clench-release-clench. She shuddered, collapsing forward briefly before pushing back up with renewed frenzy.
"Haha! Hahaha! Make me cum! Make me cum, make me cum, make me cummmm~!!!"
CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—!
"CUMMIIIIING~!!"
…
…
…
Hours blurred. Orgasms melted together. Harley's apartment had become a domain of rutting, of pounding, of sex.
PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—!
At some point, she untied him and the moment his hands were free, a switch flipped. The shy college boy was gone, burned away by a night of her manic energy. He had grabbed her, a growl ripping from his throat, and flipped her onto her back. Harley didn't mind at all, even when he pinned her wrists above her head and he hooked her legs over his elbows, folding her nearly in half.
PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—!
This was the mating press. He was in complete control, her hole open and utterly helpless to his thrusts.
He was driving into her. Pounding into her. Not with strokes, but with brutal, deep invasions. Her breath left her in a shocked whoosh. The bedframe slammed against the wall
PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—!
"YES!" Harley screamed, her eyes wide, her nails raking down his back. "FUCK! HARDER!"
Each thrust was a full-body slam, his balls slapping against her ass with a wet thwack-thwack-thwack. He was a machine, piston-fucking her into the mattress. She was sobbing, laughing, begging.
"More! More! Don't stop! Ruin me! BREAK ME, AARON! CUM INSIDE MEEE~!!"
His nutsack obliged and he pumped his load into her womb with such force she felt her stomach flutter.
He collapsed on her, spent, but the damned thing between his legs merely softened to half-mast, throbbing contentedly inside her soaked heat.
…
…
…
Time skipped. The fridge light was a blinding beacon in the dark apartment.
Harley was bent over, hands braced on the open fridge door, her head half-inside. "Ooooh, pickles!"
Harley smiled. Harley gasped.
"Oh fuck, pickles—"
CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—!
It wasn't the pickles that was getting to her. It was Aaron. Aaron stood behind her, one hand fisted in her pigtails, the other gripping her hip, fucking her with steady, deep backshots. Each thrust pushed her further into the fridge.
"Aaron, baby, let grab me the— oh fuck! —the cream cheese!" Harley gasped, her voice echoing off the condiments. "Aaron!"
His thrusts stopped. Sighing in delight, she reached forward, only for him to yank her back onto his cock with a wet schlorp.
"Eat your snack later," he grunted, pounding into her.
"I'm— nngh! —hungry!"
Later, in the shower. Steam clouded the glass. She was on her knees again, but this time, the hot water cascaded over them as she swallowed him whole, gagging and gulping around his girth, the run-off swirling at their feet.
Later, on the floor, by the window with the Gotham view. Her back against the cool glass, legs wrapped around his neck as he ate her out until she screamed herself hoarse, her cries lost in the city's indifferent hum.
The sky outside shifted from black to deep purple to the bruised grey of pre-dawn.
Finally, they found the bed again. There were no more knots, no more games. Just two exhausted, slick, and utterly sated bodies.
Harley lay sprawled on her bed like a contented, broken doll. Aaron was beside her, on his back. Without a word, she dragged herself the few inches needed to half-drape herself over his chest, her head nestled in the crook of his neck. One of her legs hooked over his thigh.
She let out a long, shuddering sigh. Her fingers traced idle, sticky circles on his chest.
***
Sunlight speared through the grimy window of the safehouse apartment, directly onto Aaron's face. He groaned, a dull throb behind his eyes. New Year's in Gotham. A new day, a new year…
'Where am I…?'
Right. The blurry memory of a wild girl with mismatched pigtails and a laugh like broken glass filled his head. Harleen? No, that wasn't right. Aaron had been too fuck-crazy to care.
He sat up, the thin sheet falling away. The morning chill hit his naked skin, and he blinked down at himself. Even soft, he was hung. A heavy nine inches resting against his thigh. He stumbled out of the lumpy mattress, aiming for what he hoped was the bathroom.
He didn't make it.
He rounded a corner and collided with a woman. Immediately, he caught a whiff of crushed roses and damp earth. "Oof."
"Well. You're tall."
The woman did not back down or get pushed back. She was like a wall, surprisingly. Not to mention her voice was a sexy purr. He looked down. Emerald eyes, sharp as broken bottle glass, looked back. Fiery red hair cascaded over shoulders, and her skin… it had a faint, verdant hue, like sunlight through a leaf. She was stunning, in a way that felt deeply dangerous.
Oh, and she was being held up by green vines rising from the cracks of the floor. Aaron blinked.
'Harley Quinn…and of course Poison Ivy. Of course.'
His heart raced. "Uh, sorry," Aaron mumbled, his hands coming up awkwardly to cover himself, which was utterly pointless. "I was just… looking for…"
"The bathroom. It's behind me." Poison Ivy's lips curved into a smirk as her gaze traveled down, down, past his abs, and locked onto his exposed cock. Her eyebrow arched. "So you're Harley's latest fling? She knows how to pick them, if nothing else." Her tone was dismissive, but her eyes… her eyes were fascinated. They stayed locked on him.
"Hm…"
"Y-yes?"
"Your name, please?"
"Aaron…"
She made eye contact. "A good name. Affiliation?"
"C-college student?"
"Ah…" Her eyes dropped down to his cock. "Innocent and full of potential then. Hm…"
Before he could stammer a reply, she stepped forward. One cool, green-tinted hand cupped his cheek. "Let's have a closer look."
She looked up, smiling, and kissed him.
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