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2-Daddy Likes to Make a Mess

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Summary: Harley goes into The Joker's office without his permission and finds something he didn't want anyone to see.

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HARLEYPOV

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I sucked in a deep breath as my eyes fluttered open. I turned to my side and felt a small-genuine-smile on my face.

"Seems you sleep more than me nowadays, Puddin." I mumbled, snuggling into his chest. I smiled when his hand rubbed my back softly.

"Harley…" He mumbled. I looked up at him and he met my eyes. "Get. Off. Of. Me." He growled, grabbing my hair and pulling me away from him.

"Okay Puddin." I was way too happy that he was even alive to let things like this bother me. Plus, Joker was a man who liked his personal space, no matter who was touching him. He turned his back to me and I lay on my back, staring up at the ceiling. After everything that had happened I truly couldn't believe I was back here. Home. Mistah J had always told me to never show any sign of weakness which is why I didn't allow myself to grieve past that night in Midway City.

It's what Puddin would've wanted. Mistah J doesn't like it when you show your weakness.

I slipped out of bed and picked up his discarded shirt, slipping it on and fastening a few of the buttons. I left the room quietly, shutting the door behind me. My initial plan was to get water, return to bed and watch J sleep. However, the sight of his office door cracked slightly caught my attention on the way back from the kitchen. J had only allowed me into his office a handful of times and whenever he did, it was because he was scolding me for breaking a cup or a henchman. Much like the time I punched Jonny in the face a little too hard in training and left him with a black eye for a few weeks.

I giggled at the memory and bit my lip. What Puddin doesn't know won't hurt him. I stepped towards the door, pausing as my hand hovered over the handle. Knowing him, he probably had some kind of fingerprint recognition in the door handle. God forbid anyone find one of his many plans and schemes. I pushed the wood gently and took a few steps into the room, glass of water in my hands. My eyes rested on his big comfy chair, one he had stolen from the Mayor's office. I giggled as I took a seat, setting my water down. I swung around on the chair, lifting my feet up so that they didn't stop me from spinning.

I wonder how fast we can go. My giggles intensified and I spun as fast as I could, getting dizzy fast. I didn't stop until I started to feel nauseous at which point I gulped down some water to stop the feeling. I must've knocked the mouse on the desk whilst I was having fun because the next thing I knew J's obnoxiously large computer screen was lit up by my face, twisted in pleasure. I gasped in shock. My Puddin… My Mistah J had pictures of me like this?

I bit my lower lip, laying my hand over the mouse. There was a whole folder of them! And videos too!

I clicked on one that jogged my memory and grinned as I watched it.

"Who's that pretty little girl?" J walked on his knees closer to me on the bed, video camera in hand. The lens was trained on me wearing one of his favourites. It was a matching bra and panty set in the colour of blood. The main parts of the lingerie were silk with black lace trimmings and little bits of decorative ribbon here and there.

"I'm your Harley Quinn." I giggled, rolling over onto my back.

"Show daddy what's his…" He purred and I spread my legs, a hand covering my silk-clad centre. "Oh, you're being a bad girl." He laughed quietly and I giggled harder.

"I'm shy." I teased him, showing him the mischievousness in my eyes even though my body language spoke innocence.

"Come on now honey, don't hold out on daddy." I slowly moved my hand and hooked my thumbs into the panties. He growled low as I pulled them down a little, his growl turning to one of annoyance when I pulled them up again, my hands running up my flat stomach, over my breasts, lingering on my neck and sliding into my hair. I looked up at him seductively and he laughed once again. "Oh you know how to rile me up baby." His hand adorning a purple latex glove entered the frame, palm facing upwards as he curled a finger in towards himself. "Come to daddy baby." I turned over onto my front again and crawled over to him, sitting up on my knees as that hand grabbed my neck roughly.

The camera turned to us both as he kissed me deeply and roughly, flashes of silver coming from his mouth as he growled and snarled like an animal against my mouth.

I paused the video, breathing hard. I remembered this night so clearly. I had been born a few months beforehand, my skin adorning only one tattoo over my heart 'Daddy's Little Monster' written in cursive letters. It was not long after this video was taken, a few hours maybe, that J himself had given me my 'ROTTEN' tattoo and the little heart underneath my eye.

The camera turned back to face me as I lowered myself down onto my hands and knees once again.

"What do you want me to do, J?" I asked him, staring up at him obediently. His hand struck my cheek hard.

"What did you call me?" He growled, gripping my chin and tilting my head up to look at him.

"Daddy." He chuckled and stroked my cheek.

"That's better."

"What do you want me to do, daddy? You know I'll do anything for you." I don't think he knew just how true the words were.

"I want you to do something useful with that smart mouth of yours." His thumb trailed along my bottom lip and I let my mouth fall open. "You want it?" He asked. I nodded, mouth staying open. "Work for it." He growled. My hands unbuckled his belt then moved on to unbutton and unzip his slacks, untucking the white shirt from the waistband. I barely had time to breathe before he had filled my mouth with his shaft, hard as steel and soft as velvet.

I moaned around him and pulled my head back, sucking hard, making him growl as he gripped my hair, guiding my head up and down his length.

"That's right baby.'' He sucked in a deep breath as I tilted my head slightly and took him as deep as I could without gagging. "One day, you're gonna take it all baby." I looked up at him, the camera blocking my view of his face. He shoved me down onto him harder, making my throat close up and he laughed when I pulled back coughing. "So sweet." He grinned and attempted to clean away the smudges of lipstick on my chin with his thumb. It didn't work very well, in fact I think he made it worse. Maybe that was his intention all along. Daddy liked to make a mess. "Do you wanna please daddy?" He asked quietly. I nodded slowly. "Use your words honey."

"I wanna please you daddy." I leaned up slightly and the camera filmed us both as he snarled in my face before capturing my lips with his own, our tongues tangling together as his hand held my jaw tightly.

"Take it off." He growled. I sat back on my knees and reached behind me to unclip my bra, sliding the straps off before removing the fabric from my chest, keeping my modesty with my arms. "Show daddy." He grinned menacingly and I moved my arms away, lacing my fingers together behind my back. "So beautiful…" He muttered, a purple gloved hand grabbing at my left breast, making me bite my lip. "Get that lip out of your mouth!" He growled angrily and I obliged, eyes widening. "I wanna hear every little sound you make when I please you, do not begrudge me that! After everything I've done for you!"

"I'm sorry daddy, it won't happen again." I wrapped my arms around him underneath the shirt, my lips pressing against his chest. He straightened his left arm, managing to get the both of us in shot as his right hand grabbed at my backside and his head dipped down to press his lips to my neck.

"Good girl… My good girl." He bit my collar bone and I understood that this meant to release him. "On your back. Daddy doesn't wanna wait anymore." He grinned and I lay back as he hovered over me. He growled as he set the camera on the nightstand, making sure it faced us before he hooked his fingers into my panties, pulling them down my legs quickly. I giggled as he pressed them to his face, taking a deep breath before he dropped them beside us. I rested my feet on his chest and he chuckled alongside my giggles as he shrugged his shirt off.

He stood briefly to shed his pants and underwear before he returned, erection standing proud and quite literally leaking. My feet rested either side of the appendage and he laughed, gripping my ankles. "Another time honey, daddy wants to get straight down to business." He growled and grabbed the camera, aiming it down at where we would join. He hooked an arm under my leg and pulled me closer before easing forward and-

"What do you think you're doing?!" He growled as the door to his office slammed against the wall, notifying me of his presence. I gasped, blushing wildly.

"M-Mistah J!" I gulped and he stormed over, grabbing my wrist and pulling it away from the keyboard.

"I will ask again Harley. What do you think you're doing?" He growled, eyes staring down at me angrily.

"I-I'm sorry J, I didn't mean to. The-the door was open and I saw your chair and it looked so comfy and I-I'm sorry." I gulped and he tilted my head up, his thumb and pointer finger gripping my chin painfully.

"Did I give you permission to come into my office, let alone touch my stuff?" I see now that Puddin isn't just angry… He's embarrassed.

"Puddin are you embarrassed?" I asked him with a grin.

"Harley. Now is not the time to be smiling. Daddy is very angry." He growled.

"Puddin having urges is nothing to be ashamed of." I placed my hands on his bare chest and looked up at him, shaking my hair back over my shoulders. "In fact, it's really sexy to think of you sitting in that chair right there… Touching yourself whilst you think of me."

"And what makes you think I was touching myself?" He growled.

"Aside from the folder dedicated to us having sex? The little spot of cum you forgot to clean from your chair." I spoke quietly. He looked down at the chair and I giggled. "Made you look!" I clapped and bounced up and down. "I finally got you Puddin!" He wasn't as amused as I. His hand wrapped around my throat and he pushed me into the chair, his hand getting tighter as he growled.

"You've given me an idea Harley-Girl." He grinned evilly and I gulped, the movement of my throat restricted by his palm. "Don't you wanna know what it is?" He asked, his breath fanning over my face, the scent of cigar smoke and orange juice hitting my face. An odd combination but I liked it.

"What is it?"

"You, Pooh, are going to sit in this chair and look at every image. You are going to watch every second of every video and I won't touch you. You won't touch yourself." I regretted the instinct of resting my arms on the armrests as the metal cuffs locked into place around my wrists. He giggled as if it was the funniest thing ever. He opened a drawer and pulled something out of it, something that he and I had used only once before. When you looked at it, it looked like a black stick with dog collars either side of it. He placed the spreader bar between my thighs and locked the cuffs just above my knees. There was no way I could even rub my thighs together.

"M-Mistah J, please, I-"

"You wanted to nose through daddy's things little girl, daddy's gonna show you his things." He growled. "Why don't you finish watching this and we'll start right from the beginning." He grinned manically, tilting his head back to laugh.

"Please, Puddin, don't do this I-MMH!" He placed the bit gag between my teeth and I stared up at him wide eyed and shaking my head as he buckled it.

"What's the matter Puddin." He mocked me and I gulped. I shouldn't be upset. I, after all, had been snooping through his things and it was wrong of me to tease him about such a private act. "Let me pull up a chair." He grinned and pulled one of the chairs opposite his desk around beside mine. "This is gonna be so much fun." He pressed play and sat back, crossing one ankle over the other on his desk.

"You want it?" He asked me as his tip pressed against my folds.

"Yes. You know I do. Please. Please." I begged, rolling my hips, desperately trying to get him to just sink into me.

"Please what?" He growled, that gloved hand pushing my hips down into the bed.

"Please daddy." He slammed into me at this point and I cried out loudly, causing him to laugh.

"Oh yes, that's what I like to hear, give me more Harley, give me more." He growled, his hips making loud slapping noises against my own as he alternated between filming my face and himself disappearing inside me. His shaft glistened in the light, coated thickly in my wetness.

Watching the video, I could almost feel him inside me, pounding relentlessly to achieve his climax.

"Let go Harlequin. Show daddy what you're made of." He spoke in time with the video making me tense as I felt a rush of liquid downstairs. Why did this turn me on so much?! He laughed out loud seconds before he laughed on the screen.

"That's it! Right there daddy!" I moaned, grabbing my breasts, trying to replicate the way he made me feel. He batted my left hand away and grabbed at the mound of flesh on my chest. "You make me feel so good Mistah J, you make me feel so fucking good!" His hand came down hard on my cheek.

"Don't curse at your daddy!" He yelled, speeding up, slamming into me harder.

"I'm sorry daddy, I'm sorry!" I moaned. "So close…"

"Do it Pumpkin. DO IT!" I came hard, gripping his hand that grabbed at my breast, moaning loudly. "That's it baby… Oh look at you, you're so beautiful, daddy's little girl, daddy's little monster." He kissed me deeply and sat back, his thrusts becoming selfish, fast paced and hard, for his pleasure only and I didn't mind. My body was floating, not having yet come down from my high. Camera trained down on my stomach, he pulled out of me and that purple gloved hand gripped his shaft as he emptied himself on my stomach.

Long ropes of his baby maker shot out onto my stomach and I giggled. Yes, Daddy liked to make a mess indeed. I wasted no time in stroking his length slowly, making sure I brought him as much pleasure as I possibly could. He breathed heavily, growling quietly as the camera pointed at my face again.

"Show me your smile, princess." He grinned at me and I grinned right back, giggling and soon enough the both of us laughed loudly until he threw the camera aside.

He clicked off of the video and smirked over at me.

"How do you feel Pumpkin?" He asked, stroking my cheek gently. I now noticed that he had let those purple gloves adorn his hands again. I squeezed my eyes shut, gulping. Those gloves meant one thing and one thing only:

Harley's in trouble, the voices sang.

"It's okay, you don't have to answer right now… oh wait… you can't!" He laughed loudly before clicking onto the first video. The first time we'd ever had sex. I squeezed my eyes shut, no, this was not Harley, this was Harleen in those plain clothes with plain hair and those stupid glasses! She didn't even need those things!

"Are you ready for the next one my dear, sweet, Harley Quinn?" He laughed hard and I laughed with him, fear the only thing I felt in my blood.

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A/N: I'm definitely gonna continue with this one, I might even make it a new story and just continue to go through this folder that holds a whole bunch of Harley and Joker's sexual endeavours. Hope you all enjoyed this shot and let me know if you wanna see some more!

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