Arthur/Joker was a little too rough in bed
NSFW
He tossed his head back in sheer pleasure, his damp brown ringlets bounced with each and every thrust. He gripped your leg, holding it firmly against his torso. Arthur playfully bit your heel as your foot dangled over his shoulder. Beads of sweat rolled down his face when he went to bite his bottom lip, he could taste the salt. He leaned forward to ensnare your lips in a rugged kiss. You hissed in pain, not the good kind!
“Arthur, I can’t bend that way.” you whined playfully as you’d known that he hadn’t intentionally hurt you.
His thrusts came to a complete halt and he ran his sweaty hands along your thigh.
“Shit, I’m so sorry ____. I didn’t mean to.” he whispered bashfully.
Arthur carefully rested your leg on the bed and kissed your lips apologetically.
“Do you want to stop?” he asked, scanning your face for any signs of disinterest in continuing.
You shook your head ‘no’. His deep blue eyes lit up in excitement and he let out a giddy chuckle before lunging his thin hips forward to sink into your wet warmth once again.
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The sting from the greasepaint seeping into his eyes wasn’t enough to snap him out of this trance. His slightly weathered hands tightened their vice grip on your hips, watching your ass bounce back toward him. His cadenced thrusts created a song of wet skin smacking against one another. He bared his crooked teeth as he pushed himself to fuck you even harder than he had been. Joker reared back and laid a harsh smack on your ass. Once, twice, three times in the same spot on the right cheek. You yelped. Once, twice, three times in the same spot once again,this time on the left cheek. You lifted from your chest and glanced over your shoulder, back at him to meet his gaze.
“Easy, J!” you whined, “That is starting to hurt.”
His brows raised at your tone, “Yeah?” he smirked, gripping your ass. “It’s supposed to.”
After seeing the slight unease in your eyes, he reached his arm forward to grip your shoulder and pull you up so that his lips could caress the back of your neck.
“I’m kidding.” he whispered against your nape, “I’ll lighten up, doll. Promise.”
