Madhouse

#3 Joker/ Wedding Night

A/n
This chapter contains smut! Read at your own risk...

As her eyes analyzed my reaction, Harley couldn't help herself but to bombard me with just one compliment that left me in pure shock "You're so cute!"

Almost instantly my dominant side took the best of me. Cute? Those were never one of the words used to describe me. Maybe slightly - adorable - yes but that was as far as it went.

Usually the compliments about me were about my looks, which were either hot, handsome and even dreamy but never cute. The way I acted was never cute.

It irked the life out of me. And Harley knew that.

She had realized her mistake so she had gotten off the bed and began to inch herself away from me until her back was hard against the door. With a smug grin, I took long, slow steps towards her.

She tried to escape but couldn't the moment I placed a hand on her shoulder, pushing her backwards until she was trapped between the wall beside the door and my body.

I smirked, cocking my head sideways when she gulped nervously.

"Baby...did you just call me," I inhaled before I breathed out, "...cute?"

She gulped as she looked away frantically.

I pressed my body against hers with a leg in between to part her legs. I was already hard for her and made sure she felt that.

Her eyes widened as she felt my growing erection poking her thigh. I swiftly pinned her wrists above her head, having a free hand I placed it on her cheek to make her face me.

"Hmmm?" I hummed tauntingly with an eyebrow raised. Lust had filled my eyes as I stared into her blues.

"S-So what if I-" I didn't let her finish her sentence because I attacked her lips and shoved my tongue into her mouth. I explored and tasted every corner. She mewled when she realized she wasn't allowed to touch me. Yet.

My hand on her cheek trailed down to her chest. I broke the kiss to allow her to inhale deeply. For a few seconds I got the chance to take in the image of Harley's face blushing as well as having a look filled with lust. She was busy trying to breathe.

When the few seconds were up, I zealously chased for her soft lips again, releasing her wrists to place both of my hands on her waist as she let her hands tangle in my hair. I parted ways for her to lean my forehead against hers. I watched in delight as she swallowed hard when my two hands gave her a tantalizing squeeze on her chest. She moaned lightly when I groped them and teased her by massaging them without taking the clothes covering them, took them in my mouth when her body arched for more.

"Please..." she pleased shamelessly as I smirked.

I was going to make sure I wasn't going to be called cute anymore. I was going to make sure that whatever she was going to feel wasn't from someone cute.

In one fast motion, I got her shirt off her body. I hissed when she came bare to my view. Instantly I dipped down hungrily taking one side into my mouth and my hand started to pleasure the other side with movements that I knew would drive her crazy.

My fingers flicked and pinched the hardened bud and she moaned my name sensually. Her voice alone had made my boner twice as hard. Her soft moans entered my ears in this sweet melodic tone and I wanted more out of it.

Better yet, I wanted to make sure she'd admit she wouldn't call me cute ever again because I was capable of doing anything but cute.