MAD • Joker x Harley Quinn (Book 1) ✓

34: Babygirl

♛H.Q.♛

• chapter thirty-four | Babygirl

"Stop!"

I shouted, giggling right after as his fingers made contact with my body, fiddling it on my neck and back, making me giggle more and more until I began tearing up out of continuous laughter.

Both of my hands forcefully pushed his strong, well built body. Gripping onto his dark blue button up shirt, trying to push him off of my small figure and stop tickling the fuck out of me.

"Puddin'!" I shouted, now annoyed and began punching his chest as hard as I could, which only turned like a light smack to his strong body. "I said stop!" I roared, now my legs kicking against the bed.

I was gonna die just by laughing the shit out of me.

He chuckled as he saw me suffering upon him. His hands then slowly stopped fiddling all through my weak spots, now gently and softly caressing my curves. "Fine, fine, I don't want ya to die because of laughing." He snorted, his big, genuine smile appearing, shining right in front of me.

It was an honor to be the only one who can witness and see his rare, genuine smile. A smile that only showed to me, and that is for sure since I don't recognize that smile appearing to anyone else but to me.

I smacked his chest and wiped the tears that came out of my eyes, giggling, "I would've if ya didn't stop any time soon." I huffed, crossing my arms against my chest as I looked at him with a small glare.

His hands then began tracing my small body, arching my back at his warm touch. He laid his head onto my chest, soon going up to the crook of my neck. I could feel his soft breathes, lightly sending shivers through my body because of the heat he shared. He gave small kisses onto my neck and groaned, "I missed ya, babygirl." His deep, raspy voice whispered lowly into my ear.

My grip on his shirt tightened, my legs closing tight as I resisted to shiver under his grasp. Not showing I'm submissive enough for him to dominate tonight. I know what he wants, and he needs to try harder to get it from me. "Oh yeah? Poor, daddy." I mocked, imitating a pout as I traced his chest with my finger tips. Biting my lower lip seductively, he liked it when I do that. A low growl was heard when I licked my lips as if I was looking at him as a prey. "Does daddy want to relax, hm?" Humming, I placed both of my hands onto his shoulders. My legs wrapped around his waist and smirked at him.

"I badly missed ya, baby." He whispered in response, now letting himself be controlled.

I sat up from the bed and gently pushed him against the mattress, now me on top, and him helpless beneath me. "Is that so, daddy?" I whispered onto his ear, and then bit his earlobe softly. I let my lips trace down to his neck, planting soft kisses around it before looking back up to his pair of lips.

I sat onto his lap and leaned close to him. I smirked at him and gave him a peck on his lips, which made him frown a little.

"Go have a shower first." I giggled, smacking his chest and sat up on his lap, smiling innocently at him.

"Hey, I don't smell that bad." He replied, frowning at me. "You used to love this smell." He smirked in a mocking manner. His hands then began snaking up and down my thighs.

"No, nuh-uh." I gagged, pinching my nose to tease him and crunched up my nose, "Ya smell like Batsy's slave."

"Oh, guess I do smell bad." He laughed and sat up, now his icy blue orbs looking directly back at me. "Take my clothes off." He demanded, his low, deep voice echoing through my ears.

I glared at him and shook my head, "What's the use of your hands, Mistah J?" I blunted, growling at him.

He then pouted and laid back down the bed, "Well then, ya'll be sleeping with a smelly boy then." He responded and closed his eyes.

I didn't want to sleep with him not having a shower!

"Go take a shower, Puddin'!" I shouted, punching his chest as hard as my tiny fists could.

"Nope."

I sighed, giving up the childish man before me. I ruffled my hair and began unbuttoning his shirt off, "Fine." I huffed, fully taking off his top, revealing his well toned body covered tattoos, "I'm not taking off your pants."

"Fair enough." He smirked and sat up and leaned closer to me. Soon our lips meet, my arms wrapped around his neck as I pulled him closer. His arms held onto my waist as we deepened our kiss.

"I missed ya, pud."