"Just go to sleep" the Joker muttered sleepily into the back of Harley's neck, moving her blonde hair away with his nose to plant a kiss to make her shiver, and he knew it wasn't from the cold. The two of them were still breathing hard after the rigorous sex that always followed a successful attack on Gotham city. She was exhausted but she still got up to wash her face and get ready for bed.
As usual her bodysuit lay in ruins on the floor, she sighed as she picked up the scraps and tossed in into the trash. She had given up asking him to be nicer to her harlequin costume as that never seemed to work, luckily after the first few times she just ordered them in bulk every few months so she always had plenty of spares. She washed what remained of the smeared white face paint off before skipping back to bed to join him.
"Hey, Mistah Jay," she nudged his cheek with her nose "wanna rev up your Harley again?" she asked him playfully while straddling him.
The Joker sat up, fully awake, and pushed her down onto the bed "then shouldn't I be the one on top?" he growled and she giggled looking up at him. He pushed his hips against hers, teasing her, rocking them back and forth. He pinned her arms down and continued to tease her, working them both up all over again.
"Vroom vroom?" asked Harley as she strained against being pinned and tried to tease him by wiggling and pressing her hips against him. He growled at her again, more in pleasure than in warning as he allowed her to wriggle her arms free. She used her freedom to wrap her hands around his member and stroke him, and she felt him harden in her hands.
He flipped her over, and grabbed her by her hair, and twisted one ponytail as he entered her from behind quite suddenly. Her hiss of discomfort was shortened by her moan of pleasure. "What was that Harley?" he asked from behind her. His voice was low and heavy, not his normal sinister tone.
"Vroom" Harley managed to moan. The Joker smiled behind her and twisted her hair more, making his sidekick groan as he continued to piston in and out of her. "Puddin" she moaned breathlessly "I'm…"
She was cut off by him suddenly yanking her upright by her ponytails "you want your pudding? Let me give it to you" he groaned in her ears as he continued to pump his cock into her, both of them just on the edge.
"Vr-oooooooooohhh" she cried out as her body quaked and her muscles clenched causing him to cum hard into her at the same time. After a moment his cock was spent and she fell forward, her pussy giving up a drool of their juices combined.
He laid down next to her, watching her face as she was still quaking from enjoying her orgasm, it seemed she was still unaware he had unleashed a torrent of cum into her. She fell asleep a few moments later, and he kept watching her before he settled down to sleep himself with a smirk on his face.
The next morning Harls was up first, making pancakes with smiley faces in whipped cream and candies. He was greeted by a stack of pancakes and a kiss on the cheek and a big smile, "mornin' Puddin"