Spider-Man: Gotham's Web (RWBY/DC: FATE)

Chapter 17: A Good Night (Very Short)

(Warning: Sexual Content!)
Third POV:
John Strike stumbled out the door with a muffled groan, his feet sliding as though he were carrying a heavy load. Said load in question being one Harley Quinn, clad in red dress, her arms and stocking clad legs wrapped around his torso while he gripped her man through her non-sequined dress, man and girl engaged in a passionate and tongue filled kiss. The two moaned and groaned into the other's mouth as John marched forward as best as he could, eventually slamming Harley against his door, causing the bombshell to let out a little grunt. Forcing himself to pull away for air, he broke the kiss with a trail of saliva connecting both pairs of lips. He looked ar his girlfriend in the eye as he panted trying to catch his breath.

John: Wow, normally you can wait till we're inside.

Harley just gave her boyfriend a sultry smile before moving her hands, one to the top of her dress and the other down to her hips. The limbs made pulling motions, causing the top half of her dress to fall and reveal her large breasts while the other pulled a long black string. If one were able to look under Harley, they would see her panties were now dangling off of the leg still partially covered by her dress' skirt, said garment apparently being held up by long sets of string.

Harley: What can I say, Johnny~? Some days, I just feel as bad as I'm drawn~.

The man holding her up just let out a low growl as he hefted her up a bit higher, putting her heaving tits at his eye level before diving in and nuzzling the warm, squishy orbs, licking and kissing at every inch of tit flesh he could reach. Harley let out a soft coo as she grabbed the sides of her melons and pushed them together, wrapping them around John's head. He reaching down to undo his pants enough to free his member from its confines, then moved his hand back to Harley's rear and started lowering her down till her womanhood were pressing against the head of his member. Coincidentally, this also moved her down enough that his actual head was now poking out from the top of her cleavage, still smoothing him but allowing him to breath if he leaned his head up. With a low growl, John thrust his hips up, forcing his member into Harley's depths with one harsh motion, the force causing her to slam into the door as she let out a sharp gasp.

Harley: Ohh yes, Puddin~! Take me hard~!

He obliged the girlfriend in his arms, thrusting wildly into her warm and tight depths without any mercy, each one slamming her against the door with enough force to rattle it in it's frame. With every impact, Harley let out a loud shriek, quaking like jello from the force.

Harley: YES~! HARDER, BABY~! ! MAKE ME TASTE IT WHEN YOU CUM~!

Unfortunately for the hormone driven duo, while John's door was made of sturdy stuff, the hinges holding it up were very much not, the metal joints cracking and eventually shattering under his assault, sending the door and the duo tumbling into his room. For their part, John and Harley either didn't notice what had happened or didn't care, as he continued to thrust into her.

Harley: OH YES~! OH YES, JOHN~! ! I'M...I'M CUMMING~!

Her legs tightened around the boyfriend, her womanhood and walls clamping down on his intruding member, and her arms wrapping around his head, keeping him buried in the endless valley of her impossibly soft cleavage, Harley came hard as her snatch practically exploded, her body stiffening as she rode the high. John, in what could only be described as a monstrous display of self control, managed to hold himself back from filling his girlfriend's velvety depths with his seed. As soon as she finally came down from the rush, and her limbs fell limply to her sides, he rose up from her heaving mountains and pulled himself out from between her legs, his member still at full mast and throbbing angrily.

Harley: (Looks at John, panting) What's...what's wrong, John? Why didn't you cum in me?

He just smirked before he reached down with both hands, firmly grasping on Harley's chest, the flesh pouring out from between his fingers and causing the sexy blondie to moan.

John: Well, Harl, you said you wanted to taste it when I came.

His knees then bent, letting him straddle the babe under him, his member falling right into the valley between her breasts.

John: I just wanted to make sure you could get as much as you needed.

With that, he pressed her breasts together, burying his member in their warm softness and began thrusting his hips, her mountains jiggling with a loud drum beat every time his hips slapped against the bottom of them. Harley let out an excited coo as she leaned her head down and opened her mouth wide, letting her tongue hang out and lap at the head of John pistoning member every time it came close. Much to her fortune though, her boyfriend was on a hair trigger at this point, and between her attentions and the her breasts hugging his manhood, it didn't take him long to reach his limits. With a loud groan, John thrust forward one last time before his member expanded slightly and fired a white creamy load right in her face, a good portion of it landing in her mouth with a blissful moan from the buxom girl, her legs kicking in excitement as more rounds of cum shot out of the tip of his member and plastered her face. Eventually, he petered out, his erection fading as his member went flaccid and his grip on Harley's breasts lessening as he just mindlessly squeezed them. Quinn, her face almost completely plastered with jizz, her eyes the only part of her face not at least hit with John's load. With a sensual moan, she swallowed the liquid in her mouth before licking around her full, red lips and gulping down another wad before talking again.

Harley: Oh, I never get tired of your taste, Johnny~. So thick and strong, it's intoxicating!

John: Want more?

She got ontop of him, looking at him with a seductive smile, which he returned, turning her to her back, before giving her a kiss.