You walk down the street, hearing the chatter around you fade as the night passes. You’ve been out with some friends at the bar, and though it’s been quite enjoyable to catch up with them, you knew it was probably time to head home. It was around 1a.m., and with the bar still open for a few more hours, they had all decided to stay and drink some more.
The streets of Gotham City had always been a dangerous place, but there had been less commotion as of late, and you had become more and more relaxed with going out alone. Your head pounded from the amount you had drunk - probably a bit too much - though you were still able to walk in a straight line and find your house. Hopefully.
You look around, realizing it was a little too quiet, and realize you were now completely alone, and the dim street lights around you seemed to cast an eerie glow around you. You shake your thoughts aside, and keep going. That’s until you hear two sets of feet walking too quickly to be normal. They increased in pace, until you couldn’t help but turn around and see two men now walking faster and faster towards you. It was clear you were their target. There was too much intention behind their strides. You step back, jarred, and consider running, but knew they would catch up to you before too long.
You notice a glint under the street light, and realize both men were definitely carrying knives. This was bad. Really bad. If they were muggers, it would be best for you to give them what they wanted without any complaint. You wouldn’t want to end up as another victim on the cover of the Gotham Gazette.
You turn to face them with your hands in the air, but their quick strides towards you seem to quicken. They’re both around your age, though much bigger and with torn clothing. One smiles at you, and says, “you seem to know your place, don’t you?”
You lower your right hand slowly, and fish your pockets for your wallet, not wanting to cause any trouble. “Yeah, you get what we want. Do it quick,” the second said, and raised his arms to jab the knife towards you a few times.
You frown. The wallet wasn’t where you thought it was. Your heart begins to race, and you reach your hands down to pat the rest of your clothes. Had you left your money at the bar by accident?
The two men are immediately on alert. One lifts you up and shoves you against a brick wall nearby, and you grunt as the impact hits you. “What are you playing at? Huh? Give us what we want, and we’ll let you go. C’mon now.” You shake your head. Maybe you can give them your watch? He slams you against the wall again, and you’re ready to give him everything you have on you when you hear a loud grunt behind you. You turn your head to see the second man doubled over while clutching his belly, his face contorted in a look of anguish.
Beside him stands a woman that you recognize almost immediately. Her skin is pale, almost porcelain-like, contrasting sharply with her vibrant, sky-blue eyes that seem to hold a hint of mischief. Her hair, a bright and cheerful blonde, is styled in playful pigtails that end in a splash of blue and pink. What really catches your attention is her smile – a wide, infectious grin that seems to light up her whole face. Her lips are painted a bold shade of red. She's dressed in a costume that is both playful and slightly sinister. Her outfit features the classic harlequin pattern of red and black, with a skintight bodysuit that accentuates her slender yet athletic frame. Completing her look is a jester's hat, complete with its own set of bells that tinkle softly with her every move.
Despite her unconventional appearance, or perhaps because of it, she exudes a sense of confidence and self-assuredness. There's a hint of danger in her gaze, a reminder that beneath the playful exterior lies a complex and unpredictable personality.
There’s no way it could be her, right? You’ve only ever seen her on the news, but knew she’d been out of Gotham City Jail for quite some time now. “Whatchu doin’ messing with this poor guy?!” She has her hammer resting on her shoulder as she smiles brightly at all three of you.
“What’s that have to do with you, little girl?” The man grabbing you asks her as he drops you back down.
Her eyes twinkle as she moves towards him, and barely bats an eyelash as she dodges his swing towards her with his knife hand and slams the back of his head with her hammer. With both men now doubled over in pain, she smiles at you and says, “you good?” You nod, and she skips towards you and stretches her hand out. “I’m Harley, Harley Quinn. Queen of Mayhem and Lover of Breakfast Sandwiches.”
You shake her hand, and shift to stare at the two men, wondering if they would retaliate soon. She turns too, then looks back at you and says, “wanna come over to my place? Wouldn’t want to have to show them who’s boss too many times.” She pauses. “Well, unless you want me too.” You shake your head, and she nods, then begins to saunter off opposite to where you were heading. You stare at the muggers one last time, then run after her, wondering if she was serious about inviting a stranger over this late at night.
She talks the entire walk there, mostly to herself. She talks about her day running around Gotham City with Poison Ivy, and how the riff raff around the city has been annoying her more and more recently. You walk up to her apartment with her, and she slams the door behind you as she tells you about her beautiful home. “This is my first ever real place, all to myself!” She prances around and picks up random knick knacks, and tells you about the places she’s gone to acquire them, usually after beating someone up first. The apartment itself is what you’d imagine it’d look - nothing matched, and the amount of contrast in colours is almost blinding.
You’re standing right at the famous Harley Quinn’s home, and she definitely doesn’t seem like she means any ill will towards you. All of it just feels like some sort of fever dream. You’ve been in Gotham for your entire life, but have never come across any of the heroes and villains that live here.
She pauses suddenly, and cocks her head to stare at you. You turn away, feeling all of her scrutiny at once. “You don’t talk much, do you?” Your lip quirks upwards on one side. “I feel this strong sense to protect you, and I don’t know why.”
She starts moving again, and you barely blink as she bounces on top of the sofa, her legs immediately resting on the table in front of her. “Wanna watch a movie or somethin’?” You nod. You’d say yes to anything she offered at this point, just to see how far she could push you. She’s definitely the most intriguing woman you’ve ever met. You move to the sofa and sit awkwardly next to her, and she frowns. “This isn’t right.” She pulls you close, lays your head on top of her lap, and pulls a blanket over the two of you. “Much better.” You can feel how warm she is under your head, and can see her breasts and face right above you. She doesn’t seem to mind, though, and picks up the remote to start flipping through channels. “Whatchu want to watch?” She asks, but doesn’t let you reply as she settles on something herself.
Half the movie passes in silence on your part, with Harley laughing loudly to herself and repeating lines of dialogue that are clearly her favourite. It’s fun for you just to see her enjoy herself so much. She absentmindedly strokes your hair, her fingers digging in gentler than you’d imagine she was capable of doing on most days. It’s peaceful, and you know you’d fall asleep normally, but you’re wide awake staring at her, and you can barely focus on the movie.
“You really like my tits, don’t you?” She says, so suddenly that you can’t help but blush. You begin to move away, maybe to even leave the apartment, but she tugs you back onto her lap. “You can suck on them if you want. I don’t mind.” Your eyes widen. This must be a dream. Before you can agree or disagree, she tugs on her tight harlequin shirt, and pulls it off of her body, revealing the fact that she’s not wearing a bra underneath.
Her nipples are perky, and erect under the cold apartment air. You salivate at once. The offer is too tempting for you not to engage. You continue laying on her lap, and reach up to pull her breast into your mouth. You suck on her nipple greedily as you now completely ignore the movie. She pushes her fingers into your hair again and strokes you as you suck as hard as you possibly can. You begin twirling her other nipple with your fingers, and she moans from the combined pleasure and pain of the sensation. You start to feel more and more aroused, and know it would be difficult to hide your erection if there wasn’t a blanket on top of you. Harley seems to notice this as well, and reaches her hand underneath to pet the mound now tenting your jeans. You gasp into her nipple, and feel her undo your fly to pull your cock out.
“You’re fun to play with, you know?” She says. “You may think this is normal for me, but I don’t do this with just anyone.” She begins stroking your cock like an expert, her small fingers squeezing harder every time she’s at the tip. You can’t help but thrust into her, your sucking becoming even harder with every jolt of pleasure.
“I wonder how many times I can make you cum in one night,” She says, and pushes the blanket off of you so she can see her fingers on your cock. You stop sucking on her and brace yourself up. She leans down and presses her lips against yours, and you groan immediately from how soft she feels. Her tongue expertly pushes into your mouth, and she’s completely in charge as she twirls against you. The combined sensation of her fingers stroking up and down and her sweet mouth is so much for you to take, and you have to try your hardest not to cum too quickly. “Should we move this to my bedroom?” She giggles, and lets go of your cock as she stands up. You almost run after her into her bedroom, and she bats her lashes as she stares at you while sitting on her bed. “I think you should take off all your clothes.”
You begin stripping, but she seems to change her mind about watching, and stands up to help you as well. There’s something quite motherly about it, and jarring for someone that’s usually as wicked as Harley is known to be. She turns you around and bends you over without asking you, and pushes your ass cheeks apart. You’re flushed and breathing heavily, but you don’t stop her. She begins stroking you again, and then proceeds to stick her tongue out, and gives your ass a single tantalizing lick.
You gasp and buckle against the bed, glad that there’s something to hold onto. She does the same thing again, her tongue flicking across your asshole like she knows exactly how to get you going. There’s so much sensation at once your legs start to shake. She begins working faster and faster, until the tempo of her fingers around your cock matches her tongue completely. She pushes her soft tongue inside of your ass a few times, and circles inside of it. You moan loudly over and over. This is just too much. You’re going to cum, and cum harder than you’ve ever done before.
Harley seems to be able to sense this. Probably because of how erect your cock has gotten under her fingers. “Do you need my permission to cum?” You nod. It’s everything you’ve ever wanted. “Cum for me, then.” She flips you around, and lets her saliva drool onto your cock as she uses the liquid to go even faster than before. It’s just too much. You let yourself go, and you groan as your eyes close, and you feel yourself let out rope after rope of cum. Your balls feel lighter, but you know Harley isn’t done with you yet. You open your eyes when you’re done, and you see her face now completely covered in white fluid. She seems to love it, and pushes her tongue out to taste the saltiness. “I’m going to have to take a picture of your cum face and frame it for my apartment!” You hope she’s not serious, but you’d probably agree to anything at this point.
“Do you want something to eat? I’m starving.” She says. You nod. She seems to be able to read your mind, and you’ve only known her for a few hours. Instead of following her this time though, you head to the bathroom you saw on your way to her bedroom, and go to grab a wet towel for her face. She follows behind you, sees what you’re doing, and laughs. “Nah. I’m going to keep this on. For decor.”
Before you can react, she prances to the kitchen, and begins pulling random leftovers out of the fridge. You try to help her, but she doesn’t seem to want you to do anything. She pushes you onto one of the four chairs in the kitchen while you watch her, still completely naked.
She drops a ton of food onto the table - Chinese, Sushi, fries, and some chips, and grins widely at you as she plops right next to you. “I never cook,” she admits sheepishly. “I love take out.”
You pick up a set of chopsticks, and begin awkwardly picking up a piece of sushi when she holds her hand out and grabs your wrist, stopping you at once. Her strength is so much greater than her small frame would imply, and you stare up at her as she says, “wait, I have a much funner idea.” She begins shoving all the food aside on the table, and uses the chair to climb up onto it. She takes off the rest of her clothes, throws it to the ground, and lays on the table like she’s part of the food.
You gape at her, soaking in her perfect body. She’s cleanly shaven all over, and though her skin is soft and smooth, you can see the strength from all her years of fighting in Gotham City. You’d only ever seen a body like this in magazines, and can’t believe it’s right here in front of you for the taking.
She begins setting different pieces of food on top of her body. She dumps the entire cardboard container full of noodles onto her belly, and lays multiple pieces of sashimi on her nipples. Then, she puts one fry in between each of her toes, and wiggles them as she arches her eyebrows at you. “Not sure if you’re into feet, mister, but you’re going to be today!”
With the now even more extravagant display in front of you, she lays completely still, waiting for you to feast. Your dick jolts in response, wanting desperately to cum once more. You work your way from head to toe, first pressing your lips against hers, tasting how soft she is as she pushes her tongue inside of you. Even though you’re on top, she’s clearly the one in charge, and leads the way as she prods her way deep inside of your mouth. She lets you go, and you move lower, glancing at the multicolor pieces of fish on top of her breasts. You kiss down her body in between, then move to suck a single piece into your mouth to chew on.
You hadn’t had sashimi in a while, and the fresh delicacy is even more delicious on top of Harley Quinn. You move and chew on another, making sure you graze your lips against her breasts as you do. You can see the little pimples of goosebumps on her skin, exposing how she really feels about you eating off of her body. Encouraged by this, you take a nipple into your mouth, sucking as deeply as you could. She lets out a little mewl and pushes her fingers into your hair, pulling you closer against her. “You know, I don’t mind a little bit of pain,” you look up at her at that, and she winks at you.
You take her nipple back in your mouth, and this time, with her guidance, you bite as well as suck, and get a much better response from her. You take your time working one nipple before moving to the other, making sure you eat every piece of sashimi on your way across her body. You look up occasionally, and you notice she’s staring at you, her pupils dilated and rapt with attention.
You move down further now, to where the chicken stirfry covers her midsection. The soy sauce drips down her waist, and you move to the side, licking it and not wasting a single drop. She giggles and wiggles against you at that, saying, “that’s a ticklish spot for me!” You do the same to her other side, making her jolt against your body, her back arching slightly. “I see you’re not wasting any of it…” you shake your head, and take a large bite of noodles on her stomach. Her fingers play with your hair as she watches, a look of peace and playfulness on her face.
Your tongue laps at her soft skin over and over as you eat, and you realize you never want to eat on a normal plate again. She lets go of your hair with one hand, and twirls her fingers into the sauce, getting as much as she can on herself. You’re watching her, unable to look away, as she pushes her index and middle finger into your mouth. You know exactly what she wants, and you suck on them greedily, loving the taste of every single part of her body. She looks pleased at this, and when you’re done, forces your head back into her belly to finish the rest.
When you’re done, you immediately move your head down to her pussy, eager to taste it as well. As you reach your head towards it, though, she pushes you down further. “That’s naughty of you, I didn’t put any food there!” You frown at her, looking disappointed, “I’m giving you all the fun tonight, I don’t need you to take care of me!”
You give her slit a single lick in protest, making her gasp, but obey by going all the way to her toes to eat the fries still lodged in between. Instead of going for the fries immediately, though, you start at the heels of her foot, licking and sucking every corner you can before going to her arch. She giggles, saying, “I knew you were a foot guy,” as you make your way further up to the ball of her foot. She teases you by squirming them, pushing her feet into your face and taking them away from you when you try to suck on them more.
You use your hands to hold her in place, and place a fry and single toe into your mouth, sucking it as hard as you did with her nipple. “Ugh, I love my feet being sucked…” Encouraged, you move to each toe, taking a fry as you go along the way. As soon as you’re done eating all four, though, she sticks another four inside.
You can’t help but chuckle, and go back into sucking on her toes again. You could do this for hours, and by her reaction, she seemed to be loving it as well.
You reach up and stick a couple of fries into her mouth, then move to her other foot, giving it the exact same attention and treatment. Her body had almost been completely covered with your saliva, but this didn’t seem to be enough for her, because she scooted off the table, turned her body, and pushed her tits against the table so her ass was in the air. “I felt bad for not letting you lick my pussy when you wanted to so badly… so I was wondering if you wanted something even better,” you’re wondering what she meant when she picks up a container you hadn’t noticed previously, and proceeds to squirt a dollop of whipped cream in a perfect swirl on top of her ass.
“Want some dessert?” She says.
You stare at her perfect body, her ass so utterly accessible to you, ready to be touched. You don’t wait for a second before you press your hands against her cheeks, lifting them up and dropping them as you feel how soft she is. She giggles, telling you not to waste a single drop of the cream. You spread her ass apart, deciding you would get as much of it as you possibly can. You push your face into it, the cream covering spreading on your face as you consume as much as you can. Like before, you lick every part of her, this time focusing on her perky hole with your tongue. She grinds against your face, still topping from the bottom as she tells you with her body exactly where she wants your mouth. You press your tongue inside of her anus, flicking it upwards and tasting her. All of this still felt like a dream, something you never thought you’d ever be doing.
“You got everything?” She asks, her voice a huskier than normal as your tongue pushes deeper inside of her. You give her one last suck before you pull out of her, and she turns her body to face you. She grins and says, “I hope you’re full, now.” You nod, and wait for her to eat as well, though she surprises you, “I think it’s time for a bath, then.” She’s clearly eager to take care of you, and had done so from the moment she’d saved you from the thieves all the way to feeding you with her own body. None of this seemed like the typical Harley Quinn portrayed on the news, yet she’s acting like she’s truly enjoying spoiling you.
She pulls you to her bathroom, which is just as crazy as the rest of the house, covered from top to bottom with chaotic decor, yet with a sort of organized chaos. She runs the bath, and you stand there watching her, still amazed that any of this is even happening. She pours far too much bubble bath into the water, combining a few different flavors and you watch as it tips over the edge. Not caring at all, she moves into the tub, and glances at you before saying, “well, what are you waiting for?”
You move in after her, hissing at the sensation of such scalding hot water, though the cacophony of smells from the bubbles is quite soothing. Before you can even adjust to the water, though, she takes her time to bathe you, and you let your body relax and your mind wander as you feel the sensations of her soft fingers pressing against your body. It’s motherly, and something you hadn’t experienced in a long time.
You try to wash her as well when she’s done, but once again, she just wants to care for you, and she bats your hand away as you try to rub soap on her body. You give up immediately, and the two of you lay in the tub in contentment, with Harley occasionally talking about random factoids in her life, like her favorite restaurant for breakfast food.
You’re in there for so long that the water is lukewarm by the time the two of you get out, and she grabs the towel before you can, and dries you from head to toe before working on herself.
The two of you head into her bedroom, still completely naked, and as you wonder if you should be heading home, she crawls into her bed, and pats the side next to her, her expression quite serious. “You’re not thinking about leaving, are you?” You shake your head, why would you want to leave such a safe oasis?
You climb in after her, and she pulls you against her body, so you’re laying in between her legs with your head on her stomach. She began stroking your hair once more, and it doesn’t take you long to fall asleep, feeling complete weightlessness in your body as you do so.
The next morning, you wake up alone, but can hear the noise of someone outside of the room. Harley is just as chirpy as before, and has coffee and breakfast on the table for you before you even get out of bed. Like before, you try to reach for the meal, but she tsks, and climbs on the table once more. She’s wearing a pink top and jeans, and proceeds to undo the buttons before laying the breakfast sandwich across her midsection. You don’t waste a moment, and begin eating off of her, almost moaning at the taste of something so delicious.
“I told you this place was awesome!” She says, looking contentedly down at you. She’s right, you almost wish she bought a second sandwich. Especially if you could eat it off a different part of her body.
“I’m going to have to head out today. Got some business to attend to - you know how it is,” you nod as you lick some hollandaise sauce off the side of your lips. “You don’t have to leave, though.” You pause at this, wondering what she means. “I’ll come back for dinner. There’s food in the fridge if you get hungry.” She begins buttoning up her top again, and jumps off the table to grab her hammer. “Oh, and if you get bored, I took some nudes with your phone - feel free to touch yourself all day while thinking of all this.” She wiggles her ass in your face, and you already feel your dick give a little jolt.
You watch, stunned, as she struts out the door, closing the door behind her as she gives you a little wave from behind.