Harley's P.O.V
It has been two months since moving in with my Puddin', and I've been a little scared to go into the outside world. I have new bruises from Puddin' everyday but I know he loves me. He does them so we can be better, stronger, "This is for you Harley." He'll say before his hand or fist connects with my face, arm, or leg. I haven't been feeling well, these past two weeks, and I don't know what's wrong with me.
"Haaarrrllleeeyyy!" I hear him yell, and I jump up from the kitchen table, where I had been sitting, working, since now I work from home after leaving the asylum. I rush to see what he needs. "Yes Puddin'?" I ask, and when he turns around I see the lust written on his face. I straddle him, helping him slip into me almost in one movement, causing me to cry out.
"I love you Harley." He whimpers into my ear, and I manage to moan in response, even though it seems as if all air is caught in my throat and is refusing to come out at this moment. We stay like this for a full hour, him pushing into me, me trying not to orgasm so he can get his full time.
Finally, he breaks off into gasps, signaling his orgasm, and he clutches my hips as his thrusts get slower and I orgasm right after him.
"That's my lovely girl." He says smiling, making me beam. I love his praise. It's all I crave.
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My Puddin'(Completed)
FanfictionThis is the story of Harleen Quinzel, starting from when she began working for Arkham Asylum, where she met her one true love.. Joker. This love could end her career, but when she breaks him out, will he continue being the sweet, kind, lover he was?
