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Harley Quinn and Joker dirty imagine (Suicide Squad)

I walked into the bedroom, finding Mr J with all his clothes on apart from his shirt. He managed to scatter all of the money all over the bed, floor and every surface present in the room.

"Puddin we did it!"

I cheered, laying on the pile of money that had been scattered all over the bed. It was truly heavenly sight to see, millions of dollars piled all over our bedroom, we felt extremely rich; even though we already are.

"We sure did Harley. And I must say you looked ravishing laying there."

He grinned, with a certain form of lust in his eyes. I know where this is going, he definitely hasn't forgot about this morning.

"Oh really?"

I played along, I stood up from the bed and unzipped my jacket, pulling it off my body before throwing it over the other-side of the room. I could see his hands begin to tremble by the sides of his body; oh I was going to tease the hell out of him because it's one of the things I most good at. I bent down and unzipped my boots, chucking them to the side.

"What about now?"

I questioned laying back down, angling my legs at a 90°, spreading them slightly in front of him.

"Getting better."

He replied moving closer to the bed, he pulled at my legs so that they were resting around his legs. He pulled my chin up with his finger so that our eyes were connected.

"What are you thinking?"

I questioned, removing my legs from around his, resting on my knees; so that we were neat enough the same height. He wrapped his arms around my back and pushed his forehead against mine.

"What are you thinking?"

He responded.

"I asked you first."

I smirked. He pushed his lips onto mine, they were softer than usual and sweet like honey. His tongue slid over mine, causing my arms to fly around his neck, pulling him down onto the bed with me. His arms secured my legs around his waist before pulling at the bottom of my top. I lifted my arms over my head, allowing him to remove my top.

"You really wanna know what I'm thinking 'bout?"

He questioned, his lips grazing the skin by my jugular vein.

"What?"

I snickered, the feeling of his lips on my neck tickled.

"You."

He replied kissing my neck ever so lightly. I smiled internally and externally, even though we do get at each other's throats; underneath it all...we do have a lot of 'amour' for each other.

"And I'm thinking about you."

I rolled him over so that now I was on top of him, he moved his hands up and down the side of my body; sending goosebumps across my body.

"You are one beautiful specimen you know that. You could have any man you want."

I looked at him confused, and a little surprised.

"I could if I really wanted to...but I like bad boys."

I chuckled pressing my lips to his neck, sucking hard on a piece of skin until it bruised lightly. A moan escaped from his lips, his arms tightening around my body, whilst his hips jerked a little bit.

"Baby. I'm the baddest of them all."

He turned his head so that he was facing towards me.

"I like that about you."