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what do babies dream about?

Warning! Very sexual/smutty content. Read at your own discretion.

Hello again! I am back with another smutty chapter (sorry, but not really!) I have one more of these ones (The naughty therapy session) before I go back to other ones! I just needed to get them out of my system!

And for all those asking, I will be updating 'Tears on an Angel' really soon! I know I've left it on a bit of tense place, but don't worry! The new chapter will be up asap!

Also, I blame any typo's on the fact that it is almost 2am here and I am running on very little sleep due to the heat, so sorry! Hope you all enjoy! xx

Harley's habit of sleep talking usually irritates The Joker greatly. Tonight that is not the case.

It was late. The house was dark and quiet apart form the lamp in The Jokers study. He was hunched over the plans, peering at them closely as if the flaw would just jump out at him. But alas, he still couldn't find the fault. He growled, running a hand over his face in exhaustion. The clock on the wall showed it was well into the morning. Funny, Harley hadn't come in to say goodnight. Where was she?

Happy for an excuse to get up, The Joker stood, stretching out his long limbs. He switched off the lamp, letting his eyes adjust to the darkness for a moment before he prowled down the hall. He looked up the stairwell. The bedroom light was off. Maybe she did just go to bed. Maybe she didn't want to bother him.

But a sound from the living room caught his attention. He walked towards it quietly, his steps carefully measured as to not make a sound. It was the television, playing those informercials which were only on at this time in the morning. His eyes scanned the room, finally falling on Harley, sprawled out on the couch, asleep.

Her hair was tousled on the pillow, a blanket draped haphazardly over her chest, leaving her legs uncovered. She clenched and unclenched it in her hands, whimpering a bit. The Joker walked over to her, easing out the creases of her brow with his thumb. He wondered what she was dreaming about.

It was probably silly things, like clothes and dancing. The things that all little girls dreamed about. He was deciding whether or not to carry her up to bed when she moved and moaned. She froze, wondering if her somehow managed to wake her before in her childlike, sleep-filled voice she muttered "Harder"

The Joker watched her silently as she writhed around on the cushions. Was she..? Was she dreaming about him?

"Harder daddy" she whispered, her voice a moaned plea as she arched her back and parted her lips.

The Joker growled as all the blood in his body seemed to rush to the one spot in between his legs.

So Harley was having a dream about him. A sex dream.

He walked closer to her small frame, watching her chest rise and fall rapidly as the dream progressed. Soft whimpers escaped her lips, and he wondered how wet she already was.

"H-Hit me harder daddy!" she said louder, bucking her hips, letting one of her legs fall off of the couch, leaving her deliciously open for him. He could have taken her right then, but he stopped himself, content with watching her for a while longer.

She was whimpering softly in front of him, her hands continue to clench tightly into fists whenever she dreamed up something particularly pleasurable. He could feel his cock thickening in his pants as his eyes roamed over her body. He couldn't contain himself for much longer. He was aching to have her.

"Daddy.." she whined "Please"

The Joker didn't need to be told twice. In an instant he had rid himself of his pants and moved dangerously towards her. Her hips rose in her dream, almost inviting him as he quickly pulled down her loose pyjama shorts. He could see the way her panties were sticking to her from the dull light of the television. It made his member ache.

He pushed her panties aside, running a finger up her slit, moaning as he felt her shudder under him. She was desperate.

"Daddy.." she whimpered. He chuckled. She was even begging for him while she slept. What a good baby.

He really should have gone slow with her, worked her up even more, brought her to the absolute limit before he fucked her senseless, but alas, he was a man of little patience.

In a second, he had thrust himself inside her, knowing her own arousal would be sufficient lubrication. Harley gasped, sitting up and pushing him deeper. She looked up at him lustfully, seeing the hunger in his eyes before laying back on the couch, content with letting him have her any way he wanted.

"Oh Daddy!" she breathed. "Thankyou"

The Joker growled.

"Such a dirty girl" he mused, starting to thrust in and out of her quickly, grunting at the way she spammed around his cock, already so close to release.

He couldn't speak, so caught up in the heat of the moment. She had reached her hands up to touch her breasts, eyes closed as he pumped out of her. Determined to get more of a rise out of her, The Joker reached down and started to rub her clit hard.

Harley's reaction was instantaneous as she started panting and moaning his name, thrusting her small hips upwards with all the force she could muster.

"Puddin! I'm close!" she screamed, reaching down to clench the discarded blanket under her.

He wasn't going to keep it from her today, far too caught up in his own ministrations to care. He nodded, lifting his eyes to meet hers, curling his lips up into a smile.

"Come on toots, cum for Daddy" He said with a growl.

Harley needed nothing more, throwing her head back with a cry and letting the coil of her pleasure loose, causing her to cum all over his cock. He growled, pumping faster as she came down from her high. Harley could feel her own juices trickling down her thighs and she shivered.

The Joker leaned down, sucking on a sensitive point on her neck, making her moan again. He bit down hard, rejoicing in the strangled scream that escaped her lips. Daddy's little performer. He loved it when she screamed for him. She continued the noises, squirming under him, nails digging into his back. She could feel he was close. His grunts were louder, his thrusts were sloppy. She knew just what to do.

Carefully she leaned up, moving her mouth beside The Jokers ear, whispering something to him with a smile.

With a final growl, his movements stilled as he emptied himself into her. Harley relished in the feeling of his hot seed filling her up, that sweet singular feeling of euphoria only he could provide. He thrust a few more times into her before pulling out and turning away. Harley sighed happily, licking her lips.

"Into bed now" he said sternly. "Daddy didn't like it when you didn't say goodnight pumpkin. He was worried."

Harley giggled happily, hopping up and walking over to him. She reached up on tip-toes, hugging him from behind and kissing his cheek.

"I'm sorry Puddin! I was a little- uh- preoccupied!" She smiled and twirled a blonde curl around her finger.

"No more teasing. Get into bed now, I'll be there in a minute."

She nodded and exited the room. In a moment he heard her run up the stairs followed by the tell-tale 'ooft' of Harley throwing herself on the bed. He chuckled a little.

Quietly, he switched off the television, making sure everything was in order before he followed her upstairs. He was tired too.