Male!Harley Quinn x Reader {completed}

Tease me

<a/n>I contemplated for a while whether or not to put this up; it's been edited a lot. Hope you enjoy though!

(Poison Ivy is now Poison Oak/Pann Oakly)

"Harvey, you curved <y/n> pretty badly earlier." Oak murmured in his low voice as he watered his plants. Hitherto, the man had overheard their prattle, and couldn't help himself but to listen in: sometimes he wondered if they had forgotten that he dwelled in the house also. Quinn simply dismissed his friend, focusing instead on removing the blood splattered across his uniform, caused by an earlier chase and murder.
"What's it to you?" He asked, aggressively rubbing his hydrogen-peroxide-cloth against the stain. Oak hummed contentedly, the tune gently arousing his greens. Singing was always an effective way to bring them to life.
"You're terrible at hiding things, Quinn. Thankfully <y/n> is very oblivious." Pann stated, amused at his denying friend's reaction. Harvey tittered and turned his head away from the red head, still rubbing his cloth against the now imaginary stain. Pann chuckled once more, knowing he was right.
"You know, you could just use one to get over the other. We all know you hold masses of adoration towards the girl." He suggested, casually placing his green watering can back in place. It nestled neatly into a basket of vines and straw.
"Which girl?" Quinn piped up dejectedly, half admitting defeat. Pann was playing the pronoun game. They both knew very well who was who. Smiling at his victory, Oak wordlessly toyed with his plants.

Harvey sighed. He could have bore a hole into the floor with his deep, contemplating stare. Oakley had a point but he wasn't about to admit that. With his thoughts concluded, he looked upon his friend, a grin suddenly appearing on his white-painted face.
"I'm won't stoop as low as to compare <y/n> to Miss J! My poor puddin' is, how do the french say it: Non-par-rail?" He attempted. He'd heard the french word pronounced a few times, but didn't care to understand how to say it. 
"Nonpareil, you over-dramatic dunce." Oak corrected, picking up a flower pot and placing it on his windowsill, gingerly lifting the leaves to perk them up. "Are we talking about the same girl?"
He began to make his way into the quaint kitchen, and a smirking Harvey followed suit.
"I don't use, Pann. I illicit a response."
"That sounds rather familiar."
Oak couldn't hide his coy smile as he recalled his feat. Quinn snorted in disapproval, recalling the memory as well.

"Pann, I watered the plants for you, and I made you some tea." <y/n> called. Oak slinked into the room, brushing past his 'friend' briefly to clasp his tea, not even uttering a word of thanks to her. He gave a curt nod of acknowledgement and turned to flee the scene. He turned again and paused, staring at her as if he had forgotten something. After an awkward silence, he smiled sensually at her, and -step by step- drew near. Soon enough, they were nose to nose. Oak bit his lip, breaking the gaze he had had with her. He lifted her chin up and leaned in. <y/n>'s cheeks were dusted red as she closed her eyes. She could feel his hot breath on her neck and a shiver crept up her spine.

Oak chuckled and whispered in her ear.
"You wonderful woman."
And with that, he released her from his grip.
She opened her eyes in surprise and he headed out to wherever he was going. She smiled unsurely and headed towards her room.

Potted. Plants. Everywhere.
No matter where she looked, green, red, yellow and variations of the colours were scattered in all the nooks and crannies of her room. She could barely reach her bed. There were lilies and dragon snaps and orchids and dahlias. All the flowers were beautiful and Oak's movements were always purposeful. Did this mean that he finally was acknowledging her? By moving the flowers to obstruct her bed, there was only one more bed left for her to sleep in...

Up in Oak's bedroom, <y/n> changed into her skimpy underwear and revealing clothes, and lay herself flatteringly across the bed to greet Pann. She waited and waited in position, nearly falling asleep at one point. It was chilly, and her skin was prickled with goosebumps. When Oakley finally walked in, he noted the half dressed woman and held his nose up in disgust.
"Why are you soiling my bed with your flesh?" He asked, his face contorted with disgust.
"The flowers in my room." She pouted, pulling Oak towards her by his tie foxily. Irked, he pushed her away.
"No, you idiot; I was going to turn your room into my flowering greenhouse." He outwardly cringed, but internally, and more importantly, sadistically, he was satisfied with her reaction. She was easy to tease and easy to please. Lately his fondness for this quality had disappeared. This was a nice way to keep the high road. Ashamed and angry, she excused herself.

The Joker had gone out that night and Harvey had to man the house. But without his superior, he had to occupy himself. Today his compadre decided that aid was not needed. In other words, she wasn't going out to cause chaos; she was hiring male prostitutes. He was overwhelmed with boredom, and slightly horny from the idea of his best friend/half-lover doing the do.
"Knock knock." Said a forlorn voice. It was the 'passcode' per say to anyone who wanted to enter. Or anyone who didn't want to be killed. Cautiously, Quinn opened the door. He couldn't believe what he saw. It was <y/n>, draped in a translucent silk night gown and some lacy red lingerie beneath it. God, it was like the man up there had felt pity on him and sent him someone. In an attempt not to stare, he cleared his throat.
"What is it, darlin'?" He asked. She gingerly walked in and sat on a black and red sofa, gazing soullessly into the empty space in front of her.
"I fucked up so bad. There were flowers and I thought he wanted to..." She made a suggestive hand movement " and it was just me being so fucking dumb..."

Harvey didn't understand. He was a fighter, not a lover and he was fighting against the urge to take her. Against his better judgement, he latched on to her arm in as tender a manner as he could and gently swept her hair back. It was difficult trying to conceal his hard on when her cleavage was fully on display.
"Oak's just like that." He pointed out, attempting to rip his gaze from her chest, but to no avail. <y/n> sighed, her breasts followed enticingly as she did so.
"I thought I loved him. But he's done me no good." She frowned. Harvey's eyes travelled lower and lower. Soon he could see the hemline of her panti--
"Uh... Get over him. He doesn't love you. I'm sure someone else can appreciate that sexy body of yours..." He murmured. <y/n> finally looked at him, and spotted his boner.
"Oh. Oh my God. I'm so sorry. Was that me?" She asked, pointing to his pitched tent. He hid it awkwardly.
"Yes."
"Oh," she continued. "Should I go?"
"No, stay." He murmured. She flushed and stood up.
"No, really I should—"
"Stay." He growled. She slowly sat back down. There was a fire in his eyes, much deeper than lust. It was magnetic.
"Ok."