Harley Quinn - Dr. Harleen F. Quinzel (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
madformistahjay) wrote2018-01-24 04:50 pm
madformistahjay) wrote2018-01-24 04:50 pm
[For ❤Mistah J❤] Nocturnal Naughtiness
Another day. Another bout with the Bat. Another section of Gotham blown up to avoid arrest.
If it was anything Harley wanted to avoid - it was another forced vacation in Arkham Asylum.
It wasn't as if the day had been particularly strenuous. Things just hadn't gone as planned - and her beloved Mistah J did not like it when things didn't go as planned. Then again, who did? They'd made it back to the hideout safely, the Joker smashed a few things between howling laughter and screams of frustration. Shortly thereafter, he went to bed. Harley, imagining herself as the dutiful housewife - white 'kiss the cook' apron and all - cleaned up the mess and tidied up as best she could.
Then she took off her jester mask and followed after the Joker to check on him. She hated it when her puddin' went to bed mad. Err...well, angry.
Harley opened the door slowly to avoid waking him up - already he was asleep, which was a good sign at least. He wasn't pacing the room scribbling notes on the wall or mumbling to himself. But she did notice something else. Lower, beneath the blankets. There was a noticeable bulge there, and Harley couldn't help but blush. It was a natural thing, the voice of Dr. Harleen Quinzel that echoed in her mind told her as much, but she couldn't let her puddin' wake up frustrated and unsatisfied.
She stepped up slowly to the bed, undoing the top of her signature red and black costume, pulling the zipper down to her navel. Her breasts were still covered, mostly, but they were half-exposed and it would take only the lightest of touches to push the fabric aside and let her breasts bounce free. Harley knew if she slid into bed beside him, he'd wake up - and likely be pretty upset that she woke him. So instead, Harley went to the foot of the bed and carefully slid the blanket up to come up from below. She carefully positioned herself between his legs and moved aside the split in his pants to let her prize free.
Harley blushed as his length nearly hit her in the nose upon springing free of the fabric prison. She paused and waited to hear if the Joker had noticed her - when he didn't make any sudden movements or say anything, Harley figured she was safe enough to continue.
She gave the underside of his length a long, slow lick. Enjoying every inch. Her cheeks flushed a dark red as she took in the taste. When she came to his tip she gave it a few quick, flicking licks of her tongue. She swirled her tongue along his length and took it all the way into her mouth and down her throat. Harley couldn't help whining in absolute delight. She sucked on his length as she slowly pulled her mouth back, letting it slide out a little, only to get greedy and take him all the way in once again. Her fingers carefully touched over his thighs to help him stay relaxed.
If it was anything Harley wanted to avoid - it was another forced vacation in Arkham Asylum.
It wasn't as if the day had been particularly strenuous. Things just hadn't gone as planned - and her beloved Mistah J did not like it when things didn't go as planned. Then again, who did? They'd made it back to the hideout safely, the Joker smashed a few things between howling laughter and screams of frustration. Shortly thereafter, he went to bed. Harley, imagining herself as the dutiful housewife - white 'kiss the cook' apron and all - cleaned up the mess and tidied up as best she could.
Then she took off her jester mask and followed after the Joker to check on him. She hated it when her puddin' went to bed mad. Err...well, angry.
Harley opened the door slowly to avoid waking him up - already he was asleep, which was a good sign at least. He wasn't pacing the room scribbling notes on the wall or mumbling to himself. But she did notice something else. Lower, beneath the blankets. There was a noticeable bulge there, and Harley couldn't help but blush. It was a natural thing, the voice of Dr. Harleen Quinzel that echoed in her mind told her as much, but she couldn't let her puddin' wake up frustrated and unsatisfied.
She stepped up slowly to the bed, undoing the top of her signature red and black costume, pulling the zipper down to her navel. Her breasts were still covered, mostly, but they were half-exposed and it would take only the lightest of touches to push the fabric aside and let her breasts bounce free. Harley knew if she slid into bed beside him, he'd wake up - and likely be pretty upset that she woke him. So instead, Harley went to the foot of the bed and carefully slid the blanket up to come up from below. She carefully positioned herself between his legs and moved aside the split in his pants to let her prize free.
Harley blushed as his length nearly hit her in the nose upon springing free of the fabric prison. She paused and waited to hear if the Joker had noticed her - when he didn't make any sudden movements or say anything, Harley figured she was safe enough to continue.
She gave the underside of his length a long, slow lick. Enjoying every inch. Her cheeks flushed a dark red as she took in the taste. When she came to his tip she gave it a few quick, flicking licks of her tongue. She swirled her tongue along his length and took it all the way into her mouth and down her throat. Harley couldn't help whining in absolute delight. She sucked on his length as she slowly pulled her mouth back, letting it slide out a little, only to get greedy and take him all the way in once again. Her fingers carefully touched over his thighs to help him stay relaxed.
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...but it never came. Instead came his softer tone.
Harley looked up, still fearful and cautious as he patted her on the head. She sat down on the bed as he ordered, and began to tremble. Nothing good could come from this.
"I-I was just tryin' to help ya' relax, puddin'! I promise!" She whimpered.
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"Put it on." He told her darkly, the nylon rope having enough slack to it that Harley would be able to be moved about on the bed..but not much else more than that. As he spoke the collar brushed over the blonde's breasts, pushing the fabric aside just a tad sliding over the plentiful flesh of the sidekick's sizable chest.
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...but she knew that wouldn't end well. And she was already in hot water as it was.
Harley sighed softly as the collar brushed over the swell of her breasts. She looked up and nodded slowly, mumbling a 'Yes sir' as she took the collar and secured it around her slender neck. The dark leather contrasted beautifully with her pale skin. But of course she was already feeling anxious, worried what was coming next.
"S-see, puddin'? Your Harley's a good girl, ain't she?" Harley tried her best to sit back and assume the most submissive position she dared at this point. Showing him that yes, he was in charge, and she knew it.
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"Don't I do enough for you, Harley? You have pets, friends, a roof over your head." He taps the flat side with each thing he lists. "Why, you even have me! So..am I not enough?"