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Harlequin, as annoying and aggravating as he is, is also very, very hot.
The green menace is very well aware of that fact and uses his charm and attractiveness to tease and flirt with you at every opportunity. You’ve only known him for a couple days and yet he’s visited your apartment several times and cornered you against tables, walls, and seats. He’s gotten quite comfortable in your personal space and, similar to a very persistent cat, you’ve gotten used to him in turn. Instead of pushing him away or getting upset at his pushy behavior, you’ve started allowing it and even leaning into him first.
It’s difficult to tell if he actually enjoys this casual affection, though. Through a few test hugs and snuggles, you’ve learned a few interesting things about the Harlequin. He likes touch, but prefers to initiate it himself or at least be given the opportunity to refuse it. You found that out the hard way by surprise hugging him from behind while he was handing out flyers. He had shoved you off of him before you’d even wrapped your arms around him fully, tossing you onto your ass so fast that you didn’t get a chance to process nor see how he’d managed it without turning around. It was like something on his back had pushed you away, though that doesn’t make sense. It’s not like he has extra appendages or something.
Except he does. Several long, green, wiggly appendages that are prehensile and a little slimy.
You’d found that little fun fact about him during a heated moment in his tent. Harlequin had asked you to come backstage with him (something that in retrospect was probably a terrible idea, but hey, he’s very convincing!) and had pinned you against a table in the dark. The room was too dark for you to be able to see anything but you were able to feel that he had taken off his cloak and that several things had emerged from behind him and slithered around your ankles, wrists, and hips. (Un)fortunately Pierrot had interrupted him before he could actually do anything, but it had gotten you more than a little curious. The wiggly things felt far too warm and firm to be a toy or prop, so unless he was just extremely skilled at making realistic props good enough to star in an alien movie (or porno), then they had to be actually attached to him.
Upon asking him later what those things were, he was surprisingly open about it. Unlike Pierrot, he didn’t seem as bothered about you knowing what he looked like under the costume. Yes, he was still evasive, but he implied (and outright stated) several times that he’d be more than willing to show you what his body could do to yours if you’d like. Elaborate steamy fantasies and lewd images of what the flirtatious menace would look like nude filled your head for several days after that night. It’s gotten to the point where you can barely have a conversation with the fucker without getting flustered or imagining him putting you in various positions.
So when he pinned you against your couch again one late night after visiting the circus and a long shift at the cafe, you were more into his advances than you’ve ever been before. For the past two weeks you’ve mostly denied his requests for intimate touch and affection; every time he leaned in close, brushed his fingers or lips against you, you’d always pull away and awkwardly deny him of your body and affection. To your surprise he always respected your rejection in his own way, always giving you a little space or the chance to leave the situations he’d put you in. Even now with his arms pinning you to the couch and his smirking face hovering over your heated one, he is giving you a choice. You could easily push his chest away from you, nudge him to the side so you could slip past him and silently hint that you’d rather not be trapped.
But you don’t.
Instead, you allow it. You meet his smug smile with a bashful one and move your hands not to push him off of you, but to hold him closer. His eyes narrow in surprise and his body stiffens for a moment as he looks incredibly confused. The moment passes quickly, however, and he takes full advantage of your silent permission and presses his weight against you properly.
“You’re not pushing me away this time.” His voice sends a shiver down your spine as he breathes directly into your ear. The warm air against your sensitive skin elicits a shaky, needy noise that you quickly try to hide behind your hand the moment it comes out of your mouth.
Oh my god, that was so embarrassing. He just blew on my ear and I’m already whining!
“Oh no you don’t. You don’t get to make a noise like that then try and hide it.” Harlequin’s clawed gloves move from their spot beside your head to pinning your wrists above your head against the couch cushion. The action combined with his growling voice makes you whine again, though this time you manage to muffle it by biting your lip.
His glowing green eyes narrow and he glares at your lip as if it’s personally offended him. Before you can apologize or even say a word he’s leaned forward and licked your lips with his forked green tongue, lapping at the spot you were biting until you let it go, opening your mouth to gasp and giggle at the simultaneously sexy and silly action.
“Ah! S-stop, Harley! Why are you licking me?” The question is barely intelligible with how hard you’re giggling and his tongue still pressed against your mouth. He does back off a half inch to answer you, however.
“It was far too tempting, my dear. The way you bite your lip to try to stay quiet and conceal your arousal when your body trembles and reaches for my touch…” he trails off to flick his eyes from yours to trail down your body, undressing you without removing a single piece of clothing.
Fuck that’s hot.
“Is it th-that obvious?” Harlequin, the cheeky fucker, laughs at your flustered question as if it’s the most hilarious thing he’s ever heard. His eyes glint with mischief and lust as he leans forward and grinds his knee against your crotch. The friction is just enough to send sparks of pleasure through your body but not enough to satisfy your cravings for him.
“Very obvious. Your little heart is beating so fast for me, my dear. I wonder how fast it’ll be racing when I actually start touching you?” He whispers in your ear again, taking note of how much you enjoy his dirty words. His teeth gently nip and worry at your ear lobe as he releases your wrists, resting his hands on your hips instead while giving you the opportunity to back out if you want.
A warm blush blooms on both your cheeks and his as you wrap your arms around him again and pull him flush against you until you’re chest to chest and your nose is pressed against his neck.
“Please… p-please touch me. I need you, Harley.”
Sharp claws shred your shirt and pants in seconds and his hands and mouth descend on you immediately. All hesitation has disappeared, leaving behind only lust and your lingering anxiety that Harlequin is more than willing to tear apart if needed. He’s never wanted a human this badly before, never desired someone so much that he was willing to wait until she was ready for him. Her resilience and insistence that she would rather share her affection and time with Pierrot despite how much she smiled and laughed at his jokes and flirting only made him want her even more.
At first, he only pursued her to annoy Pierrot. But now, after two weeks of waiting, teasing, and fleeting touches that left him uncomfortably warm and craving more, he needed more. It’s not just about Pierrot anymore and that scares him. He hates that this insignificant, stupid, cowardly human has made him crave her attention and affection so badly. The need to hear her cry his name, to watch her tremble in ecstasy because of him, to be the one that she thinks about at night has utterly consumed his poisonous heart.
Tonight, Harlequin will be the one that brings her pleasure, not that Pierrot.
You really wish you had said yes a while ago.
Stars swim in your vision as Harlequin eats you out with his thick split end tongue and expertly curls two of his fingers into your wet heat, taking care to keep his claws from cutting you. After destroying your clothes he had scooped you up and practically threw you onto your bed before pouncing on you, his tongue and hands lavishing your breasts with near feral hunger. You’ve never seen his eyes glow that bright of a green before nor heard him praise you this much either. The sweet words whispered breathily into your ear and against your clit thoroughly destroyed your lingering anxiety and your expectations for future men. Between his talented tongue, fingers, and surprisingly gentle praise, you melt like putty in his hands.
“Ah, hah, oh! Fuck- Harley!” Though you can’t see his face with how you’ve slung an arm over your eyes, you can practically feel the smugness radiating off of him as your first orgasm of the night rolls through you like a tidal wave. Shaky mewls of his name and pleas for more fill the air as your body trembles under claws and tongue. He purrs with pride and licks up every drop of your creamy release until you’re squirming from overstimulation. Only once you start weakly pushing his head away from your pulsing core does he let go, bidding your sensitive clit farewell with a tender kiss that makes you gasp his name with a squeak.
As you take a moment to bask in the afterglow and drink some cold water from the bottle on your nightstand, Harlequin finally begins to shed his costume. By the time you turn back around he’s already mostly bare with his boxers remaining the last scrap of fabric between you.
Woah.
His skin is far darker than you’d expected it to be. The few glimpses you'd gotten of his bare skin were always fleeting and in the dark so you’d never gotten a good look at him. It’s like he’s dipped himself into oil, his skin shiny and smooth to the touch when you slowly reach forward and brush your fingertips against his chest. His muscles jump and twitch under your touch in surprise so you retreat, mistaking the movement as him being uncomfortable rather than from pleasure.
Harlequin is quick to bring you back, however. Green and black eyes watch your every move and facial expression with tense apprehension. It’s as if he expected you to forget about the last two weeks of joking, teasing, and hints of something inhuman that had warmed you up to the cocky monster sitting on your bed. Oh, how you wished you could wipe away the years of rejection, hatred, and pain that he had endured at the cruel hands of humanity.
You do not have any magical powers, sharp claws or fangs, however, so you settle for kissing him, fangs and all. It seems to do the trick well enough as he holds you against him with a gentle hand on the base of your neck, his fingers curling into your hair and tugging just hard enough to be pleasurable without causing pain.
“You’re such a strange human. You see me bare, see how monstrous I am and how different I am from you, and yet you kiss and lean into me as if I was like you.” The words are sincere while feeling laced in poison; not for you, but for the rest of your kind.
“I think you’re hot, Harlequin. Fangs and all. I want all of you.” A shudder runs through Harlequin’s body at your genuine whisper, growing more intense as he struggles to restrain himself from grabbing you when you boldly crawl into his lap and hook your soft legs around his hips. You’re straddling him. You, a soft, warm human, is straddling him, a monster that eats warm things like you.
And oh, how he loved devouring you. Your sweet flavor now rivals the spicy peppers he adores for his favorite snack. He could taste you for hours on end, never getting tired of hearing you sing his praises or watching your body twitch and pulse under and around him. The only thing that would make it better would be getting to see Pierrot’s face as he ate you out so good you couldn’t think or walk straight afterwards.
During his wistful daydreaming of rubbing your pleasure in Pierrot’s face he had accidentally gone quiet and loosened his grip on your head. The silence and lack of verbal reaction from the usually talkative monster sparks unwanted anxiety in your mind. For a moment you worry that you had gone too far, pushed for intimacy too fast and made a mistake that had cost you his trust. So, you try to move off his lap and apologize to make up for it.
“Oh, uh, too forward?” The timid, anxious whisper and attempt to back off and give him space is met with a snarl and sharp claws digging yet not piercing your soft hips as he tugs you firmly back onto his lap.
“No. You are perfect, my dear. Absolutely perfect.” The conviction and hint of something feral in his voice is so, so hot. Most people would probably be pretty freaked out at being trapped on a monster’s lap while naked. Not you, though. The feeling of his otherworldly skin against yours is intriguing, not disgusting. You look at him with lust, not hate.
I might just have to keep you if you’re going to keep looking at me like that, my dear.
“I’m not making you uncomfortable?” Harlequin can’t help but laugh at how adorable you’re being. If he truly wanted to, he could easily tear your throat out with his fangs right now, and you’re worried that he’s uncomfortable? Oh, this is just precious.
Glowing green irises look down at you with adoration as he whispers into your ear while grinding up against you, “no, my dear. The only part of me that is uncomfortable is my dicks that are aching to be inside you.”
Oh.
Well, that does it for you.
Your teeth clash against his sharp fangs as you messily make out with him, his tongue pushing past your lips to explore your mouth. You’re so busy with his tongue that you barely notice him lifting you up enough to allow him to shed his underwear until he’s placed you back down and you feel two thick, warm cocks with pointed tips slither against your drooling heat.
“Have you ever taken two dicks at the same time, or will I be your first?” Immediately, you pull yourself back enough to give him the most unimpressed look possible. Really?
“Ah yes, because I know sooo many monsters with two dicks and sleep with them on a regular basis. What do you think, Harley?” There’s that sharp tongue he adores, the one that has drawn him to you over and over again even when Pierrot was not even around to tease.
“Huhum, just checking~” Is all you hear before you feel both of his squirming cocks push forward and practically fight each other for space inside your tight hole. On their own, they would fill you up enough to make you happy. But together? Holy shit.
“Ah, ah, ah! Fuck, Harley- Harley!!” A surprisingly gentle hiss caresses your ear as your ass sits on his thighs, the entirety of his lengths stuffed into you. His forked green tongue laps up the salty tears that fall down your cheeks as you adjust to just how full he’s made you.
“You’re taking me so well, my dear. Such a good girl, so good for me.” Fuck, he’s way too good at that.
“Mmgh, H-Harley, I.. I don’t th-think I can.. ah! Move!” The feeling of his cocks moving inside of you, the tips pressing against your inner walls as if searching for the perfect spot to make you cum repeatedly, is far too much for your mind to handle as well as riding him. It feels too good. Every time you try to lift your hips, you barely make it an inch before you’re seeing stars and sink back down.
Thankfully Harlequin was seemingly prepared for this as he wastes no time squeezing your ass and bouncing you in his lap, fucking you on him like a toy.
When he ate you out while fingering you, you’d thought it was the best sex you’ve ever had in your life. Somehow he managed to beat his own record with his twin dicks within seconds.
With every thrust his cocks curl up into your g-spot, their movements just as chaotic and unpredictable yet incredibly powerful like the monster they’re connected to. All you can do is moan and drool against his chest as he rams up into you over and over, the pleasure building until you can’t think of anything but him and how good he’s making you feel.
And Harlequin is loving every second of it.
If you were able to lift your head for even a moment during his ravaging of your body, you would have seen his glowing gaze fixated entirely on your face and your slick hole. Sex is something he indulges in frequently and without shame. But you, who trusts far too easily for his fragile poisonous heart to handle, has irreversibly changed something in him. He can’t get enough of you; your cries of pleasure, your warm, squeezing hole, your soft body that he just can’t keep his claws off of for more than a second at a time.
Pierrot will have to just suck it up if he thinks Harlequin is going to let this be the last time he indulges in you. That big soft hearted idiot will surely understand when he finally stops being stupid about his love for her.
Speaking of big soft hearted idiots, it seems that a certain someone has decided to come and crash the party.
For once, Harlequin doesn’t take the opportunity to make Pierrot’s life miserable, however. His focus remains solely on the beautiful creature cumming on his twirling cocks instead of the visibly fuming monster standing on the balcony watching them like a creep. The temptation to flip Pierrot off over her head is strong, but he resists. A quiet growl reverberates from his chest as he buries his bare face against her shoulder and joins her in release.
If Pierrot wants to watch him fuck the cute barista they’re both head over heels for, then who’s he to stop him? As long as he keeps those damn knives to himself while she’s literally on top of him, of course.
A flood of his cum combined with hers leaks onto the bedsheets as he carefully retracts his now limp dicks. A content purr rumbles through his chest as he wraps his tendrils around her and pulls her against his chest. Sleep comes quickly to your well fucked body as you nuzzle into his smooth chest. Harlequin rests his head on yours as he gazes lovingly down at you. You’ve wiggled your way into his greedy heart and he has no intention of letting you go now that he’s gotten a literal taste of you.
Even if that means a rapid increase in visits to the Doctor’s tent due to a certain jealous three horned idiot.