Living in the Moment (DC Universe) (Patreon)

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Themes: Threesome, Rough Sex, Loving Sex

Summary: Based on this image. Sticking your dick in crazy was inadvisable. Two supervillains who happened to be in a loving relationship? It was beyond risky... but it was also a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Who knows, perhaps the crazy would loop back around into sanity?

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They said two wrongs didn’t make a right. But what about two insanely hot chicks off their rockers? Did that make one insanely hot sane chick?

… Yeah, even Ben knew he was grasping at straws with that one. And yet here he was, standing in front of a seemingly abandoned mansion, staring up at him and legitimately considering entering the damn place despite knowing full well it might be the last thing he’d ever do.

Frankly, this was what he got for looking for hookups on Craig’s List in Gotham City of all places. There was always a risk of being catfished of course, but a threesome with two lesbians looking to add a little dick into their life was an opportunity too good to pass up. Besides, Ben had gotten himself out of worse situations in the pass, so if it turned out to be a trap to harvest his kidneys, then fuck it, he’d fight his way out.

… This was not a trap to harvest his kidneys. And the worst part was, it might actually be what the Craig’s List ad had said it would be. But it was also likely that he was just going to wind up as plant food.

Staring at the incredibly overgrown mansion, noting the numerous unnatural vines and other forms of plant life that looked almost mutated and out of this world, Ben swallows thickly, weighing his desire to live against his desire to maybe, just maybe… wind up in bed with two of the most gorgeous women in the city.

In the end…

“Fuck it.”

Forging forward, he pushes past the creaky overgrown gate and starts making his way up the path to the mansion’s front doors. At any moment he expects the overgrown lawn itself to come alive and lash out, grabbing him and eating him, but it never happens. There’s some rustling that makes Ben think his time has come, but he actually manages to make it to the front doors unmolested.

Swallowing thickly, the born and raised Gothamite reaches up and knocks on the door. Then, when there’s no answer, he knocks louder. Finally, just as he’s thinking that he’ll knock one more time and then leave… the door is flung open and Harley Quinn herself, the insane ex-girlfriend of Joker, stands in the doorway with a big grin on her face and not a stitch of clothing anywhere to be seen.

“FINALLY!”

Grabbing him by the arm, she nearly pulls the limb out of its socket as she yanks him inside. Only Ben’s decision to go with the movement and not resist her in any way stops him from taking injury. She drags him along and Ben just lets her do it, until eventually they reach a rather large theater room, where a big fancy couch that’s clearly seen better days looks to have been made into their bed for the time being.

Netflix is playing on the big screen as Poison Ivy, just as naked as Harley, looks up and lets out a long-suffering sigh.

“Fuck.”

Still holding him with one hand, Harley points at Ivy with the other.

“You said, Ivy! You said it yourself! If a guy responded to the Craig’s List ad and actually showed up, then we could have a threesome!”

Ivy just scowls, not even looking at her girlfriend but looking at him instead.

“What are you? Stupid? Did you not realize how fishy that ad was? Or how obviously sketchy this whole setup was? Look, just say you didn’t know it was us and that you want to leave and I’ll make Harley let you go just this once.”

Harley looks at him too with big puppy dog eyes. Ben glances between them for a moment before half-shrugging.

“… I’m not stupid, no. I was born in Gotham. I know what a Poison Ivy Lair looks like. I kind of figured out it was you two already.”

Harley cheers as Ivy groans.

“Great. Not stupid, just suicidal.”

“Don’t talk like that Ivy! I already said no killing! And look at him. He’s not fat or ugly or anything! He’s got good hygiene, right? So there’s no reason not to give him a try!”

Before Ivy can respond to that, the very beautiful, very naked Harley Quinn drops into a crouch in front of him, bending her legs at the knees and cooing with delight.

“Now, let’s see what we’re working with here~”

She makes quick work of his pants, even as Ben looks at Ivy and Ivy looks back at him. He winds up shrugging in apology, while she just rolls her eyes at him in exasperation. Finally, Harley finishes pulling out his cock and gasps over it as she runs her hands up and down his engorged length with surprising gentleness.

“Already so thick and hard! Someone likes what they see! Mm, and bigger then the Joker too!”

Harley winks up at him at that last bit and Ben feels a surge of pride fill his chest… right up until Ivy speaks up with a scoff.

“She’s just saying that to make you feel good. You’re average at best.”

Well, ouch. Although, for a famous man-hating, man-eating, man-killer like Poison Ivy, wasn’t ‘average at best’ kind of… really good? Ben is smart enough not to say that out loud, even as Harley looks back at her girlfriend and pouts even more than before.

“Ivvyyyyy!!! You know what… just for that, you go first!”

Ivy suddenly looks alarmed.

“Excuse me?”

“You said, Ivy! You said if a guy actually showed up, we could have a threesome. That means he fucks us. BOTH of us. Now if he’d been ugly, or dumb, or fat, I would have let you feed him to the plants, but this guy here…”

She trails off for a moment to give him a look and he realizes she doesn’t know his name despite their Craig’s List communications.

“Uh, Ben.”

“Right! Ben here is good looking with a nice clean dick and a handsome face! So it’s time to live up to your end of the deal.”

“Harley…”

“Don’t ‘Harley’ me!”

With a sudden giggle that sends shivers down Ben’s spine from the insanity he detects behind it, Harley abruptly rises from her crouch in front of his cock and all but leaps over to the couch where Ivy is sprawled out. The plant-controller yelps as she’s pinned down by Harley on the couch, only to be kissed a moment later. The crazy clown soon has fingers inside of Ivy’s cunt, making the other villainous moan into her mouth as they makeout and play with each other.

Ben watches this with a paradoxically dry and watering mouth, aroused as all hell but also feeling like he’s seeing the forbidden fruit, all at the same time. There was no way he wasn’t dying by the end of this… but fuck it, in for a penny in for a pound right?

Especially when Harley draws her fingers out of Ivy’s sex, revealing how sticky and glistening they are, and then uses them to spread the plant-controller’s pussy lips apart in open invitation for him. Ben figures there’s a fifty-fifty chance he’ll die the moment he penetrates Ivy… but at least he’ll die happy.

Shrugging, he walks over to the couch and climbs up between Poison Ivy’s legs. One hand falls upon Harley Quinn’s ass to steady himself, while the other guides his positively throbbing cock down to Ivy’s green pussy lips. A moment later and he’s inside of her, making the plant-controller let out a muffled squeal into Harley’s insistent lips.

But he doesn’t die. Not from toxins in her body or the shivering plants all around the room. So… Ben shrugs and begins to thrust away. He doesn’t go too hard, too fast or anything like that. He only gives Ivy what he thinks she’ll enjoy. Harley has gotten her wet at least, so he’s able to glide in and out of the quivering green-skinned woman without much issue. It helps that Harley is helping up top too. If Ivy had to look into his face while he was fucking her, she’d probably snap and kill him.

Instead, Harley Quinn of all people is acting as a buffer between him and the infamous man-hater. And it’s actually working too. Ivy’s inner walls clench down around his cock and her moans into Harley’s mouth only grow in volume the more he fucks her. Until finally, he feels her squirt down the length of his thrusting member, causing Ben to grunt as her pussy walls damn near milk him of his seed. Almost, but not quite.

Before he can keep going, Harley suddenly pulls back from Ivy’s lips and looks back over her shoulder at him, arching her back rather beautifully as she wiggles her pale white behind in his direction.

“My turn! Ivy already got to cum! Fuck me now too! And don’t hold back, I can take ANYTHING you dish out!”

Ben believes it. Pulling out of Ivy’s grasping quim, he grabs Harley by her hips, lines up, and thrusts in. He goes as hard as he can, knowing that even that probably isn’t the hardest Harley as ever taken it. They might not have superstrength on the level of say, a Kryptonian here in Gotham City, but they’ve got varying levels of enhanced metahumans all the same.

Bane is probably the strongest villain in Gotham that Ben can think of off the top of his head, but everyone knows both Harley and the Joker got some physical boosts alongside the insanity when they were dropped in those chemical vats.

Harley is tougher, stronger, and faster than Ben. So he goes full tilt with her just like she asked, fucking her with every fiber of his being to try to make a good impression.

WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!

Judging by Harley’s wanton moaning as she shudders and quivers under him, she’s liking it. She’s liking it a lot. So much in fact that…

“My hair! I don’t wear my hair in pigtails for no reason, mister! Pull my hair!”

Grunting, Ben does as he’s told and grabs hold of the harlequin’s pigtails. If you’d told him yesterday that he’d be treating Harley Quinn like a fucking Harley-Davidson with not just her blessing but her urging tonight, he would have laughed in your face. As it is, he just enjoys the ride, fucking Harley as hard and fast as possible and groaning as she tightens up around his cock again and again.

The sounds of flesh slapping against flesh fill the air, even as Poison Ivy down below seems more than ready to take advantage of no longer being the one to get fucked. Harley squeals with glee when the plant-controller reaches up and grabs her breasts, fondling them for a moment before beginning to slurp and suck at her tits.

Harley’s pussy walls clench even harder around Ben’s cock at that, and for a moment he finds himself tag-teaming one of the hottest, most insane women in Gotham with her equally hot, equally insane girlfriend. But nothing lasts forever and the longer this goes on the closer Ben gets to no longer being able to hold back. He’s going to cum soon, there’s no doubt about that.

And really, he’s not so stupid that he would just do it without letting them know first so…

“Getting… close. Gonna… blow soon.”

That immediately causes Harley to perk up, her hips still driving back into his thrusting cock as she looks down at her girlfriend.

“I-Ivy… remember what we talked a-about!”

Pulling back from the pale titty she was sucking on; Ivy lets out a groan.

“Seriously Harls?”

“YES! You PROMISED!”

“… Fine.”

Before Ben can question that interaction, several things happen in quick succession. First, he feels a sting on his arm and looks over to see what is clearly an engineered plant has just injected something into him. Second, he feels a sudden tightening in his balls beyond the already tight feeling he felt down there, like he’s suddenly overflowing with seed.

Third, Harley pulls herself off of his cock and spins around onto her back, hugging Ivy to her side as she nestles in between the back of the couch and her girlfriend’s body. The end result is Ben kneeling over them both as their naked bodies, glistening with sweat, are all smooshed together. Ivy looks as exasperated as ever, while Harley raises a hand and does a peace sign while sticking out her tongue for a moment. Then, she looks to Ivy and whines.

“Do the face, Ivy! You have to do the face!”

“… Hate you so much, Harls.”

And yet, despite that, Poison Ivy does as she’s told and makes a silly expression, doing a peace sign as well and lolling out her tongue. That combined with the sight of their chests squished together and their imminently fuckable bodies wiggling in front of him is more than enough to send Ben over the edge. Well plus, he feels like his balls might literally explode if he didn’t cum right that moment.

With a loud groan, the young man experiences the most explosive, lengthy orgasm of his life. He’s used to a few ropes of cum, but this time around it just doesn’t stop cumming, so to speak. He shudders and spasms as his balls just keep churning up more baby batter, all of it splattering across Ivy and Harley’s faces, tits, abs, and thighs as he continually hoses them down.

Until finally, almost thankfully, it ends. His balls empty and he feels a little exhausted as he flops back onto his side of the couch, panting heavily. His cock droops almost immediately with him so depleted of energy. Meanwhile, Harley and Ivy wiggle against one another for a moment, smearing his seed around before Ivy finally pushes Harley off of her with a sigh.

“There, Harley. You got your cum bath. Happy?”

“Overjoyed!”

Despite her tone, Ivy can’t help but smile a little bit as Harley, still drenched in his jizz, hops to her feet. She gives him a big smile.

“I’ll get us some energy drinks!”

And then just like that, she’s gone. Leaving Ben with a cum-soaked Poison Ivy. For a moment he figures this is where he dies… but instead Ivy just grabs her phone from the nearby table and gives him a look for a moment before scoffing.

“And they call US crazy.”

Ben flushes a little bit… because yeah, maybe he was crazy for actually going through with this. Before he can respond though, Harley is already back and handing him his energy drink while she pops open her own and flops down next to her girlfriend. As the two cum-drenched villainesses settle in to watch Netflix and in Ivy’s case play on her phone, Ben… settles in right next to her.

He hasn’t been kicked out after all, and he’s pretty sure his legs don’t work right now anyways. Instead he just sips his energy drink and watches Netflix too, trying not to think too hard about the potential repercussions for this night.

When you lived in Gotham City… sometimes you just had to live in the moment.