Harley Quinn~ Jealous Daddy?*

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~Male reader gets jealous of Harley flirting with another guy~ (or g!p if you want)

Fandom: Suicide Squad.

Warning; sexual content including: daddy kink, jealousy sex, punishment, mentions of knives, fingering, swearing, spanking, and biting.

Second person pov:
You are the Ruler of Gotham, with Harley as your queen. She has you wrapped around her finger and she sure knows it. She uses against you to get away with being mischievous.
You also have her wrapped around your finger.

She is your princess, your babygirl.

And you are her daddy.

There's no denying it. She knows it, you know it, the whole city knows it. She is yours, and you are hers.

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"Y/nnn!!" Harley whined as she wiggled her hips into your lap, setting down her cellphone.

"Yes, princess?" You ran your hand down your face as you continued to sketch out heist plans and sign off on paper work and ideas.

"Can we do something . . . fun?" Your fiancé hinted suggestively in your ear, grinding harder onto your lap.

"Being here with me is not fun?" You pouted and faked sadness, making Harley chuckle and continue to grind onto your lap.

"It's not that. I'm bored being here in the club doing nothing.." Harley pouted back at you, stopping her hip movements.

"Well go dance and have fun on the dance floor then, babygirl. Daddy will be done soon." You kissed her shoulder and her cheek, making her huff and sigh.

"Okay, daddy." She sighed before getting off your lap and heading to the dance floor.

You watched her walk off and went on with your work.

Not ten minutes later, your head henchman came into the room before knocking briefly.

"Yes, Alec?"

"Boss, your girl is-- she's-- just come look." He insisted, making you left out a loud breath and stand up.

You got up and scanned the crowd from your balcony, looking for the pink, blue and blond pigtails.

Once you saw her, she was dancing and grinding with some random dude.
You raised an eyebrow and rushed down there with a gun and were grumbling under your breath.

Once you reached the floor, the crowd parted like the Red Sea to make a pathway for you.
They all looked at the guy Harley was dancing with and sent them looks of pity.

Your hand roughly grabbed the guy's collar and forced him to face you as you pushed him into the bar table.

"You must be fucking new around here! Because, clearly you don't know that, she," you thrust your hand out and pointed to Harley.

"Is mine. Mine. And you just violated that. You wanna know what happens to those who violate or betray me?" The man in your hands was trembling as you spat each word at him.

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