harley sawyer x reader
nsfw, harley fingers reader and that's about it, some teasing, and yeah
Heat courses through your veins.
Hot and heady.
And a million thoughts rush through your head.
Mostly?
How the hell did you get into this situation?
With your legs spread, wide and bare, and your back pressed against the cool and metallic chest of the same man who'd been trying to kill you not even hours ago.
"You're squirming so much."
His voice is a low purr in your ear as his fingers circle slowly, agonizingly slow, against your clit.
The stimulation is enough to make you clench around nothing.
He's teasing you.
That much is certain.
Hell. You can practically hear the smug lilt of his tone.
If he had a regular face?
You'd probably punch it.
But right now all you can focus on is the way his fingers are rubbing so sweetly against your dripping folds while his other hand is gripping your your thigh.
It's...strangely sweet. The way he's holding you.
Maybe that's why it's so shocking to think about. The same man who had no problem sending crazed experiments after you is the same man who's about to finger you like he's your lover.
It's weird. Obviously.
Though you can't help the way your breath hitches or the way your back arches when his fingers slide lower, teasing your quivering hole.
God.
He's such a tease.
You've already said that. But you really need to get the point across.
He's a tease.
A really bad one.
You hate the way it makes you gush even more.
"Harley.."
The words are strained. You practically have to force them out of your throat.
"Shh. Little germs are quiet, don't you know? They don't make a peep."
Bastard.
You can practically feel the satisfied energy radiating off of him.
"No. All they do is sit, wriggling and squirming. With nowhere else to go."
His thumb rubs delicious circles into the sensitive bud that he seems to have grown so fond of while his fingers finally, finally, slide into your fluttering hole.
A ragged breath pushes its way past your lips as your head tilts back into him, landing against the cool metal of his shoulder with a quiet thunk.
"Oh God."
The only other sounds that echo through the chilling silence of the room are your ragged breaths and the squelch of his fingers sliding in and out of you.
You can feel every notch and ridge of his fingers shifting and stretching you wider as he moves.
"Now, isn't this fun?"
If you didn't know any better, you'd say his voice sounded a bit...strained.
Was he actually enjoying this?
There's no way.
But, I mean, how long has it actually been since he's touched someone like this?
If the way his fingers speed up can tell you anything, its the fact that its probably been too long.
His other hand, the one that'd been gripping your thigh, slowly slides up, making its way up your body to cup the swell of your breast.
He holds the weight of it in his palm for a moment, fingers curling around the plump well of flesh, before he turns his attention to the bud of your nipple.
"Harley--!" Your voice catches on the syllables of his name as his cold fingers squeeze around the growing bud.
The sensation of it makes you clench around his fingers.
And that only makes his movements speed up.
You can feel your gut tightening with pleasure, threatening to snap.
"Mm...such a slutty little nuisance. Are you really that deprived? Perhaps I might've offered this sooner if I knew how eagerly you'd be taking my fingers."
His words almost make you whine.
Almost.
But you're not going to give him that satisfaction.
His thumb rubs against the small bundle of nerves he'd been so interested in earlier as his fingers pump in and out of you.
Maybe you really are depraved, because it feels so much better than it should.
Not that you'll ever tell him that.
Of course not.
A ragged breath pushes its way past your lips as your back arches, hips canting into his touch as your arms fly back and wrap around his neck.
"F--fuck! Oh my god..Harley..Harley please.."
You barely even know what you're begging for.
All you know is that the sensation is too good to pass up.
"Oh. Don't tell me you're close, pet. Perhaps you really are as depraved as I thought. Isn't that something?"
His voice is a low whisper in your ear and all it does is send another shiver coursing down your spine and make you clench around his fingers.
"You've been nothing but a pain in my side ever since you've arrived. But I suppose I can indulge you. I wonder what kind of reaction you'll give me."
Amusement tinges his tone as his fingers speed up.
"I wonder. Will you moan? Will your chest tighten with the loss of breath? Will you squirt or will you cum? The possibilities are endless. And I'm oh so tempted to find out."
The sensation in your gut tightens, almost to an uncomfortable extent, before it finally snaps.
Your thighs tremble and your back arches as you flutter around his fingers.
"Nngh--! Oh fuck..!"
...
Weirdly enough?
That's probably one of the best orgasms you've ever had. Not that you're ever going to tell anyone. Hell no. You're taking that to your grave.
Your chest heaves as you slump back into him, your back pressing into his chest.
His body feels...warmer than before, the heat of it seeping into your bare skin.
Huh. Maybe he really was enjoying it.
A low grunt pushes its way past your lips as his fingers slowly slide out of you, the metal digits coated with the remnants of your orgasm.
You'd probably be embarrassed if you had any energy left.
He's strangely quiet behind you and when your eyes shift back towards him you can't help noticing how his own gaze is locked onto his fingers.
He gives a low, almost thoughtful, hum as his head tilts to the side, his eye shifting over towards you.
Maybe it was a trick of the light, but his gaze almost looked warm.
Not soft exactly.
Just warm.
His fingers twitch in the air before he's slowly wrapping his arms around you, almost like he's trying to keep you there.
"Fascinating."