Joker and Arthur Imagines

Little secret

Arthur discovers that his Joker look excites you

Arthur was now Joker, many things had changed, your relationship with him too, you never knew when he would home or if he would come back alive. Some days you just missed his sweetness, how romantic he was, his childlike spirit. Now he was the opposite, somehow instead of being worried for yourself you liked it.

You were not a morning person, and Joker was mostly out during the night. Usually you never saw him as Joker, he would change before you wake up. Which you wouldn't dare to admit it, was regrettable, the few times you saw him as Joker, you felt aroused, he was so confident, charismatic, dangerous. His flashy costume, his green hair smooth back, his makeup, you wanted him to take you as Joker, to leave traces of paint all over your body. This simple thought made you wet.

Right now, you were half asleep, not wanting to wake up, preferring to continue thinking about Joker, you put your hand between your legs and pressed them together trying to suppress the arousal, maybe you will fall back asleep for one those intense dreams that made you ache even more for him. But it seems your body was thinking otherwise.

As you started to become more aware of your surroundings, you noticed the familiar smell of cigarettes, was he already here? Slowly opening your eyes, you saw him, sitting legs crossed on a chair facing your bed, a cigarette in his hand, lazily resting on the armchair, he was watching you intensely, a small smile on his face, his eyes twinkling maliciously. Blush instantly creeped on your cheeks, he had probably understood your state. Seeing him in his costume and makeup wasn't helping you to suppress your needs.

"Morning...how was the night?" you asked him to try to distract yourself. He softly chucked, taking a long drag of cigarette.

"Now, now, what's troubling you so much Y/N?" you frowned, your pulse slightly increasing, was he speaking about...?

"What's making you so aroused that you can't even hide it hmm?" he added his voice low and purring. He got up to sit on the mattress, a few inches from you, one simple touch from him and there was no going back.

"Nothing..." your answer was, coming out as whisper.

His hand reached for your face lightly brushing your jaw, your heartbeat increasing, your skin was so sensitive at the moment, his fingers ventured to your neck, his touch felt electric, you let out a sigh of pleasure, biting your lower lip.

He chuckled again, taking another drag of his cigarette.

"My, my I don't remember leaving my baby sooo unsatisfied..." he murmured, enjoying the effect of his light touch. Your clit throbbed, you squeezed your legs together, it was becoming unbearable. His hand went down to your breast and continued to your belly, anticipation getting the best of you, your hips couldn't help but twitch for more contact, you were so ready for him, you could feel your panties becoming soaked.

But then Joker's hand stopped right below your belly button, 'wait what?' He retracted his hand and got up, walking away, throwing you a knowing look. He couldn't leave you like this!

"J wait!" you whimpered, moving to stand on your knees on the mattress. You didn't like to admit it, but knowing him, he was capable of leaving you like this for days...

"It's...it's you...I...I just...when you're wearing this costume and...and the paint, I get..." you stuttered, struggling to express how he made you feel. He laughed loudly this time, stubbing out his cigarette in the ashtray. He turned looking at you, leaned his back on the desk, you could tell he very pleased with himself, he had a big toothy grin, another chuckle escaped his mouth. Then, he put his hands in their pockets, his face went back to seriousness, his eyes grew darker.

"Touch yourself Y/N" your heart skipped a beat, you swallow down. You lower your eyes, almost nervous. You laid back on the mattress, sliding your hand under your short, between your legs, you tried to hold back a moan, you were already very sensitive.

"C'mon baby don't be shy, take it off" he added. So, you timidly pulled off your short, being watched was a first for you, but damn how it felt good. Your hands were shaking. "Spread your legs, I want to see how turned on I made you" he grinned, his eyes going down on you.

You slightly spread your legs, your clit throbbing in anticipation. You started to slowly caress yourself, closing your eyes imagining how his hand would touch you, how he knows where you would burn with pleasure, you started to twitch with increased desire, the back of your head pressing against the mattress.

"I want you to look at me Y/N" he prompted his voice hoarse. Already panting, you propped yourself on one elbow, meeting his eyes made you release a shuddering breath, they were so intense, watching your every movement, the thrill he made you feel was unbearable. At first, the touch of your fingers is teasing, you kept it slow, enjoying your craving, you want this to last. Your also feeling provocative, you want to see how long he will be able to resist you.

"That's it slow and good..." he purred, his pupils dilatated.

You slid your fingers down your clit, letting them delve inside, burying them between your pink lips, releasing a moan of relief. It's hard to keep looking at him, overwhelmed by waves of pleasure, you want to close your eyes. You carry on sliding and pressing your fingers along your wet slit, every so often letting them penetrate inside you. With regular movement you plunge through your thighs into now your over aching body, you take time to enjoy how each movement feels. You continue to observe him, how his breathing has increased, his pants becoming tighter, one of his hand absently rubbing his thigh. You don't stop pulsing through your wet pussy, you slowly feel ecstasy approaching.

He is feeling it to, no longer able to resist you, he comes closer, sits at your feet, between your legs, he bends to plant kisses along your knee, wet, increasing their pressure each time he gets closer to your soft spot, leaving traces of red and white paint on your skin. Your struggling to keep you hand in place as you increase the rhythm, you're biting your lower lip, you're so close.

"Damnit can't wait to taste you" he growls, as he took your hand off your spot, you rock your hips looking for satisfaction. His mouth gets closer to your clit, hungrily kissing your humid lips, he keeps eye contact with you, you can't hold it anymore you let yourself fall back on the mattress, burying your fingers in his green hair, your other hand caressing your breast.

"That feels good, baby?" he asks between laps, the only answer you could generate was a cry, arching back, your body shaking, his tongue fast and precise. 'the bastard' you thought has he purposely slowed the rhythm. "Joker please" you moaned. Happy to oblige he increased his work between your legs, licking, nibbling your spot until you felt a wave of warmth spreading all over body, so intense, your mind going blank in one final scream.

Your body collapsed on the bed, your breathing was still rapid, you want to tell him how good it was, how much you love him, but you're not able to form any words at the moment. You hear him chuckle softly, he leaves a trail of sweet kisses along you body until he reaches for your mouth, "look at the mess we've done" he toyed, it's true that you were all covered in his facial paint and some of the sheets too. You smiled at him, and giggled, cupping his cheek, he looked at you with so much devotion just like Arthur but now he was happy, and he made you happy. He rolled on his back so you could settle on his torso, you caress the fabric of his costume enjoying the feeling on your naked body, listening to his breathing as you drift off to sleep, sensing soft lips touch your forehead.