"I love you..."
Closing the cell phone and sliding it back in to his pocket, Harvey turned towards the figure restrained to the chair. The dark haired man stared up at him with wild eyes, jumping in his seat when the tape was ripped from his mouth.
"You wanna play games?" Yanking out the handgun from his waistband, he opened the cylinder, showing the madman that it was fully loaded-that this wasn't a joke. If anything, this was the most serious he's ever been... Aiming towards the wall, the blonde fired off a round, proving that it was the real deal.
The man shook when the District Attorney aimed the weapon towards his head.
"How's that feel?!"
Glaring into his dark eyes, Harvey felt the anger and adrenaline surging through his body intensify with every passing second. Would this fool really chose death over revealing anything about the Joker? What did the clown have over these men? Were they really that loyal to him?
"You w-wouldn't..."
"I WOULDN'T?!"
After the Joker and his men kidnapped and stole the uniforms of the honor guard at the late Commissioner Loeb's funeral ceremony, he attempted to kill Mayor Garcia. The psychotic clown's plans had been foiled by Gordon, who ended up taking the bullet instead...
As the criminals ran into the crowd, taking advantage of the chaos that ensued to escape, one of the men had been shot in the leg. After being handcuffed to a gurney in an ambulance, Harvey went to question him. As he looked at the uniform, something caught his eye... The name tag he wore read RACHEL DAWES. The name of his girlfriend... The love of his life... Meaning that she was the next target.
So far, he'd done his best to play by the rules. He was the District Attorney for Gotham, the one who put his all into cleaning up the streets. After the promotion and meeting Rachel, he realized how desperately this city needed to change. For the first time in his life, he found someone he truly wanted to spend it with... To marry and have a family... All the things that were missing in his life.
Everything had become clear... He needed make this city a safe place for people, like him and Rachel.. Somewhere they could raise their family together, without being afraid of walking down the street...
Now, the woman he asked to spend his life with was now a target of the Joker's. Why? Was this because she was a lawyer involved with trying to put the mob away? Yes, the crime bosses currently hired him to help out, but wasn't the clown robbing them before all of this? He raided most of the mob-owned banks, stealing millions of dollars. None of this made any sense. The 'families' must have been desperate if they hired a man who stole that much money from them...
There was no way he'd allow that psycho to get anywhere near Rachel. If something happened to her... He didn't know what he would do. The brunette was the only reason he was working so damn hard these days. He'd do anything to keep her safe, even if it meant allowing her to stay at Bruce Wayne's penthouse for the time being...
"You don't think I will? YOU DON'T I THINK WILL?!" He roared, pushing the cold metal against the man's sweaty face. Trembling, the criminal slowly shook his head, trying to call the bluff.
"No..." Breathing hard, Harvey turned away. "No, I wouldn't... That's why I'm not going to leave it up to me..." Pulling out his lucky coin, he turned it from one side to the other, making sure the dark eyes watching could see every deliberate movement.
"Heads? You get to keep your head... Tails? You're not so lucky... So? You wanna tell me about the Joker?" A wiry smile spread across his face, making Harvey's frown deepen. What was with this guy? Who makes an expression like that when their life could be on the line? Did he understand the gravity of the situation? It was unnerving...
'Okay then... You've made your choice...'
Flipping the coin into the air, it landed on the back of his hand as he covered it, watching the man squirmed in his seat. The blonde didn't want to kill him, but he needed answers. Any detail about the Joker that might help them catch him. This man's fate had already been decided, but sometimes people had to go to extreme measure to do what needs to be done. No one except for him knew that both sides of the coin were actually heads. Without that information, the fear of death would hopefully make someone spill the beans.
'Please... Just talk... Don't make me do this. I have no choice if I'm going to protect her...'
Lifting his hand, the man trembled in relief with a small, uneasy laugh at seeing heads staring up at him.
"Let's go again..."
"Please! I don't know anything! Gahhhuh! I-I DON'T!" He cried out, flailing against the ropes binding him to the chair.
"You're not playing the odds, friend... Let's do it again..." Once again, the blonde flipped the lucky heirloom, blue eyes watching intently as it came down. A gloved hand shot out, snatching the coin mid-air, startling the District Attorney. How did someone sneak up behind him without making a sound?
"You'd leave a man's life to chance?"
Turning towards the deep voice, he already knew who it was as soon as he'd seen his hand. No one else could move around so silently and appear from nowhere in the blink of an eye. How did this man know that he was here? Was it just a coincidence?
"Not exactly..." No one else knew it was a trick coin...
"His name's Schiff, Thomas. He's a paranoid schizophrenic, former patient at Arkham. The kind of mind the Joker attracts. What do you expect to learn from him?" The caped crusader stalked around him, heavy steps giving away the extent of his frustration. Despite the mask concealing most of the Bat's face, Harvey could feel the anger and disappointment radiating from him.
"The Joker killed Gordon!" These people deserved whatever they had coming to them. Finally, things were looking up for Gotham after all these years, but the Joker and his men were doing everything in their power to ruin it. "... He's going to kill Rachel..."
"You're the symbol of hope I could never be. Your stand against organized crime is the first legitimate ray of light in Gotham in decades... If anyone saw this, everything would be undone. All the criminals you pulled off the streets would be released, and Jim Gordon would have died for nothing..."
Harvey knew the Batman was right...but what choice did he have anymore? So many innocent people have died, and the number increases every day that madman is on the loose... The woman he wanted to spend his life with was in danger, every person marked by the clown had been killed violently. A threat from him wasn't a joke. It was a promise.
"If I'm not able to get the clown, I want you to hold a press conference." A press conference? The Batman wants him to have a press conference?
"For what?"
"No one else is going to die because of me. If I can't bring him in..." Tossing the lucky coin, the blonde reached out and grabbed it. "Gotham will be in your hands."
Harvey knew what he meant... The Joker threatened to murder people every day, until Batman took off his mask and turned himself in. That can't happen. He's been protecting Gotham from the scum of the underground who are trying to destroy their home. To Harvey, the man in front of him was the epitome of a hero. Not everyone would agree with that, but he didn't care. Those were his true feelings.
"You can't... You can't give in!" Was the Batman really going to reveal himself at the press conference? Really throw it all away at the demands of a mentally unstable terrorist? No... His hero wouldn't do that.. He would endure, until the clown was tracked down. They had to find this maniac.
"YOU CAN'T GIVE IN!"
Sakura sucked in a harsh breath, trying to calm down the nerves that were gnawing at every inch of her. No matter how much confidence she could muster, it was would never be enough for this.
Despite being the instigator that started it all in the living room, that fact did nothing to stop the way her limbs kept trembling. The arms coiled around her slim waist tightened their hold, making it hard for the pinkette to breathe, like they were trying to crush her against the hard body carrying her.
The door to the bedroom was kicked open without hesitation, surprising the small woman that it stayed on its hinges. Fingers dug into the emerald fabric against her hips, teeth nipping and bitting into the soft skin along her neck. A low growl coming from his throat sent shivers down her spine as he carried the pinkette into the room, stalking across the carpet in a rush.
Sakura clung to his bare chest, closing her eyes tightly and trying to steady her breathing. This was what she wanted, something deep inside was singing for it...but there was a part that was afraid. Enough to suck the air from her lungs, like a punch to the gut. How long had it been since she'd been with anyone? The unwanted thoughts and worries were enough to drive someone mad. What if he didn't like what he saw? If it wasn't enough to please him? After all this time, he's probably had plenty of beautiful women who were just as wild as him... Seven years was a long time. How would she compare? What if he became frustrated with her lack of experience?
'Don't think about it... Just do it. It'll be fine... Right?'
She bites down on her bottom lip, trying to keep her face buried in his chest. It's easier than looking up and losing every ounce of nerve. Her slim arms dangle around his neck, not knowing what else to do. Feeling the thumping beneath his tan skin brought some comfort, knowing the quickening beats meant he must have been just as excited. The hard muscles against her cheek jumped and flexed as he swallowed hard, tightening the hold around her.
"Ahh!" A squeak came out when he unceremoniously tossed her on to the bed, taking the breathless pinkette off guard when she landed against the sheets. Before she could even throw a glare or complain, he was on top of her. A snarl ripped through the quiet room as he attacked her mouth. It wasn't the sweet reunion she had envisioned... All teeth and growls, crushing her small form into the mattress, fingers tearing at her pink hair that was no longer curled to perfection.
Sakura couldn't help wondering if he was trying to have his way with her or rip her to pieces...
Large hands ran everywhere, gripping the emerald dress and yanking on it impatiently. The anxiety came back in full force, not knowing if she could do this, even if it was something her body desperately wanted. How would she keep up with someone so- so feral? Was this how he did it now? There weren't many memories to go from, but perhaps this was how he liked it, rough and hard.
A breath stuttered through her chest, whimpering softly as she closed her eyes. His teeth dug into the pale skin of her shoulder, biting down and groaning loudly. Knees pushed against her legs, forcing them to move apart, so he could settle himself between her thighs.
Sakura jolted, her eyes popping open when he ground his hips against her, gasping at what she felt. He was so hard, slowly rocking his pelvis against the black panties beneath the green frills of the gown. The pinkette choked out a shaky breath, almost in shock at the feel of how large he was, even with the coarse purple fabric in the way. The room felt scorching hot, a bead of sweat forming on her brow, despite how frigid the apartment was. The heat radiating from the clown was overwhelming, taking over and coursing through her body, pooling in the pit of her stomach.
Leaning back, Joker stared down, moving deliberately to tease the woman beneath him. Dark orbs burned into her, taking in every feature and expression. The pinkette couldn't help squirming under that gaze, trying to look away. Something about that look made her feel so small, so insignificant in comparison. He was a large predator stalking some tiny little prey in the woods, waiting for the moment she would let her guard down to pounce. To tear her to shreds.
He'd already seen everything, done God-knows-what before...but for Sakura, this was different. There were only a handful of memories to go from, a couple of images from years ago. The only thing that she could imagine this being like, was watching a porno, then having the lead star show up suddenly, wanting to recreate everything. No matter how many times they watched it, being face-to-face with the real deal was an entirely different ballgame...
This was something new...dangerous... It was exciting...
Taking the chance to glance up at him, the pinkette shuddered at the look on his face. A mix of Jack and the Joker all in one, breathless and full of desire that hit the pinkette straight to the core. No one ever gave her that look-starved and wild-like it was killing him having to wait another second longer. The greasepaint around his scarred mouth was completely smeared into a blur of pink. The white that was left trailed down from his forehead and along the sides of his cheeks from sweating profusely. The large patches that were missing from the living room were all over her face and neck.
"Are you...sure?" His voice was barely above a whisper through the heavy breathes. It felt good to know that she could still have this effect on him. "You ain't, ah, gettin' rid of me after this... You realize that, right?"
It was almost surprising that he would even ask... He wasn't the type to be denied anyway and definitely wouldn't accept any form of rejection. What would he do if she said 'no'? Told him to get off and leave? It wouldn't go down gracefully, but that wasn't something she was eager to find out. She wanted this, wanted him. All of him, whether it was Jack or the Joker. Everything became so painfully clear earlier, and she was tired of denying herself all the things in life she truly wanted. It didn't matter anymore... Tasha, Bruce, what people might think, what might happen... She was ready to throw it all away for another chance, to get back what had been taken from them so long ago.
"Jack... I want this... I want you."
Joker's lips curled up in a sneer, hearing the breathy admission. His hands shook as they grabbed on to the lace of the gown. Sakura licked her lips, staring up at his face and watching the pupils in his dark eyes start to dilate. It was like he was getting a rush just from her words, relishing in the fact that the pinkette said she wanted him.
Whether it was now, or years ago, this man seemed to get off on the idea of someone wanting him, desiring to feel needed and clung to. It's always been that way for so long and it only became worse after the scars. Jack almost demanded for her to rely on him, to carry the weight of their lives on his shoulders, working so hard to make himself irreplaceable. It was foolish and endearing. If he hadn't put in even a quarter of the effort he did, she still could never replace him. Not in a million years.
Gripping the front of the gown, the clown grunted, tearing the fabric down the middle with his bare hands. Instinctively, the pinkette raised her arms. She cried out in surprise, trying to cover the exposed skin when the costume was ripped down to her navel. To rip through a dress like it was tissue... The strength he possessed was unbelievable.
'I'm so embarrassed... I didn't wear a bra because it would have shown through the lace.'
The clown froze, dark eyes shifting along the pale skin that was hidden beneath the gown. His bare chest heaved, sucking in shallow breaths, carefully taking in her shivering form. The sight of the pinkette's tiny body trying to shy away was bringing out the worst in him, that predatory instinct urging him to devour her.
"Don't..." His voice was harsh, strained. Long fingers wrapped around her wrists, pulling them away. The pinkette let out a whine, trying to sink deeper into the mattress. "Let me see...everything."
Sakura sucked her bottom lip in between her teeth when the hold tightened. His large hands pried her wrists away, shoving them against the sheets and completely exposing her chest to the cold air in the room. Goosebumps erupted along her pale skin as a shiver racked her body, wanting the warmth from his body back against her. She held in a anxious breath, looking up at him from under her long lashes.
The muscle in his cheek jumped, twitching as his tongue shot out along the jagged skin of his scar. There was something close to rapture in his eyes, wide and entranced, dancing along her skin hungrily. The pinkette shifted under his gaze, trying to resist the urge to cover herself. It was confusing what he found so mesmerizing. Surely there's been far more attractive people he's done this with over the years. She wasn't anything special.
'Women with larger breasts probably...'
The pinkette's face turned red at the thought, becoming more flushed than moments ago. There were plenty of women better endowed in that area, like Ino, who would make jokes about it. Over the years, her chest had become fuller compared to when they were teenagers, but it wasn't anything to boast about. Would it be enough now?
"Don't be embarrassed." Joker leaned down, nipping the skin against her collarbone. Letting go of her wrists, his hand reached down to cup her breast with a throaty groan, fingers digging into the soft flesh. "...They're perfect."
"You're with me. Just...relax." Green eyes stared up at him in surprise. It was like he could read her mind... Only a few simple words was all it took to bring her comfort, casting away the anxiety. What was there to worry about?
Nodding slowly, her muscles melted into the sheets under his gaze, trying to remember that they've done this before...a lot. There wasn't anything to fret over. Jack was right, she was with him and everything would be okay.
Dainty hands reached up into his faded green hair, threading her fingers through it. Her nails raked along his scalp, making his heavy lidded eyes flutter as a moan pushed through his ruined lips. This was one thing she knew that always got to him, no matter what the mood was. Something he couldn't resist, that could turn him into puddy in her hands.
"Dammit..." It came out as a growl, head dropping down against her chest, tightening the grip on her breast. Giving the hair laced around her fingers a tug, teeth harshly bit into the pinkette's skin, making her cry out and shudder. Instead of it hurting, it only intensified the heat between her thighs.
"... Jack..." Sakura felt like she was on fire, wanting more of the man above her. Desperately needing him to fill that void, that empty space no one else could. It made the pinkette realize how much she'd really been denying herself until now, desperately craving his touch and affections.
Hearing his name sent the clown into a frenzy. Lunging forward to attack her mouth, he groaned his approval, rocking his hips against her. Roughly palming her breasts, he enjoyed the way they perfectly filled his hands. Calloused fingers tugged on her hardening nipple, pinching and rolling them, making her moaned and arch off the bed towards him.
Breaking away, scarred lips nipped and kissed along her neck, making their way down. The pinkette tugged on his hair as he moved to her chest, running his tongue along her collar bone, down towards the valley of her breasts. A trail of saliva was hot like lava against her skin, cooling off with the frigid temperature of the room as he went.
"Mmm..." The cracked, raised skin around his mouth felt heavenly, the complete opposite of her own. She always loved feeling his scars. They were never repulsive, no matter what he said or how he felt about them. All it meant was that he was a hard man to get rid of, someone who went through hell and was able to walk away from it in one piece.
Sakura held him tightly, fingers gripping the green hair harshly when he wrapped his lips around a nipple, making her tremble beneath him. He didn't care if they weren't the biggest thing in the world, still enjoying her body for the way it was. She was worried for no reason. This man still wanted her the same way he used to, if not more.
Sucking hard, teeth bit down gently as he groaned, the vibrations making her gasp. Letting go with a pop, Joker sat back, looking around wildly. His dark eyes dazed and lost in desire, like he didn't know where to start.
"Jack... Please..." Reaching up and trailing the tips of her fingers along the jagged marks on his chest, the muscles beneath them flexed under her touch. Hearing the soft whimper, he blinked hard, waking himself from whatever dream-like state he fell into. The pinkette had no idea what he had in mind, but the burning between her legs was uncomfortable, quickly turning into desperation.
"Fuck." Joker's head rolled to the side, clenching his jaw tightly. Sakura shifted beneath him, wrapping her legs around him tightly, trying to get him to understand what she needed. Brows furrowed as she pulled the clown's hips closer. His face twisted in agony in his attempt to restrain himself. The muscle in his cheek jumped, swallowing hard and trying to even out his own breathing. She could feel the sweat through his hair, running down his reddened neck and chest.
'This must be hard for him too...'
Leaning back, his hands reached down to grab what was left of the gown, tearing and ripping everything in sight. Sakura laid back against the pillows, chest heaving as she listened to the sounds of her outfit being destroyed.
"It-It was a beautiful dress... You have good taste." Sakura laughed nervously in an attempt to distract herself from the pounding in her ears when he froze, halfway through the frilled skirt of the dress.
"It, ah...served its purpose. Next time, I'll get you one that's not such a pain in the ass to get off." His voice was husky as he chuckled, a few octaves lower than usual. Did he think she was upset about the gown being ruined? That didn't matter... Those were only material things.
Feeling him tugging at the fabric, the pinkette lifted her hips off the bed, letting him yank out it from under her. She stared up at the ceiling, trying to steel her resolve. This wasn't anything to stress out about. It was normal, maybe the most natural thing in the world to do. He was just so handsome and strong, it made her feel inadequate. An enigma in every way, who could have women who were far better-looking and curvy than her. Why did he want her so badly? Was it because of their history or a misplaced sense of loyalty or nostalgia?
'I'm just...being self-conscious.'
Sitting up and planting his knees into the mattress, the clown glanced at what was left of the dress, a grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. Sakura pushed herself up onto her elbows, watching him through heavy lidded eyes. Seeing the look on her face, the gown was carelessly tossed over his shoulder, no longer of any use.
'Don't worry about that now. Just accept this for what it is. He's made it clear what he wants.'
"You want more? Hmm?" Shifting to settle between her legs, Joker let out a deep chuckle, running his hands along her legs when they parted for him willingly. Was there any need to ask? He just wanted to hear her say it, wanted the satisfaction of knowing how badly she needed him to fuel his own ego. Without hesitating, she nodded feverishly, watching his hand trail along the skin of her inner thigh.
"I'm sorry? Wha-t was that?" His head cocked to the side, pumping his brows. He expected her to say it out loud, not accepting anything less as his fingers stilled near her black panties. It was all that was left covering her, concealing the small woman from his view.
Gritting her teeth, she felt the urge to smack him. He knew how badly she wanted it, just wanting to drag this out and get as much from it as possible. Groaning out in frustration, she'd say just about anything he wanted at this point just so he wouldn't stop.
"Yes! Yes... I want more... Please..." Dragging his teeth over his lips, he rocked back and forth, staring down like he was calculating something-not knowing how close he was to getting kicked. "Jack!"
The clown lunged forward, wrapping a hand around her neck, making her entire body jolt at the sudden movement. Sakura choked out, freezing at the wild look on his face. Just a moment ago he seemed almost playful and after she yelled out his name, it was like a switch had been flipped. The grip wasn't tight, just enough to pin her against the sheets. His dark eyes glared down as his free hand slid into the pocket of his pinstriped pants, pulling out a knife.
"W-Wha-" She flinched away from him, only for the grip to tighten to keep her still. He wasn't going to...
Flicking the blade out, he reached down without looking away, carefully slicing at the black silk. When the fabric was shredded to his liking, the knife was thrown to the side, landing on the carpet near the gown, long forgotten. The fact that he hadn't cut her skin on accident was a testament to the skill this man possessed at using the weapon, making her wonder how often he's done this.
Yanking the lace away, Joker leaned in close, practically purring as he ran his scars along her cheeks. How he could do what he'd just done, then nuzzle her so gently was confusing in itself. This was so different than in the past... He'd changed so much, but was similar in many ways. Loosening the hold around her throat, his hand cupped her chin, softly grazing his thumb across the pinkette's bottom lip.
Without thinking, Sakura parted her lips, wrapping them around the digit with a moan. Dark eyes widened in fascination, watching as she gently sucked on it, running the tip of her tongue over the tip. She hummed in appreciation, sending vibrations down his arm. He choked out a gasp, not expecting her to be so bold after the shy demeanor from moments ago.
His lips curled up, baring his teeth with a snarl, pulling his thumb out with a loud 'pop' and grabbing her jaw. Leaning forward and kissing her hard, the clown pinned the pinkette down when she jolted from feeling the hand between her legs. Sakura panted, squirming beneath him as he moved closer.
"You really are beautiful..." The clown's hot breath washed over her skin as he whispered into her ear, burying his nose in pink hair to breathing the scent. The words made her tremble as she shifted to look at him, heart hammering from the look on his face. He meant it, even if she couldn't understand it.
"Hahh!" Sakura's eyes widened, latching onto his shoulders from suddenly feeling the rough fingers running along her slit. Without thinking, her hips moved on their own, wanting more. The hot, textured pads against her sensitive skin made her choke out a gasp, drifting into an unknown area of her mind that solely focused on what this man was doing to her. She was so wet and from the grin playing on his mouth, he knew it too.
Looking down at the woman beneath him was making his blood race. The way she fidgeted under his gaze... It excited him more than she realized. It was so hard to hold back-to not lose it and slam her up against the headboard.
'Maybe next time...'
There was no rush. They had all night...but after waiting so long, this was maddening. He hadn't felt her touch or kisses in seven years and now, they were all over him.
Dark eyes took in everything beneath him. The beauty shivered against the covers, trying not to give in and cover herself from his view. It must have been hard for her. All she had to go with was a few images of the past, while he remembered everything.
The sounds, the looks, the touches...curiously exploring each other as they got older... She really had no idea..
The clown ran his thumb over the pinkette's trembling bottom lip, relishing how soft and delicate every part of her was compared to his own rough and battered body.
"Jack..." The soft moan of his name made his chest tighten painfully. How long has it been since hearing it like this? No one ever said that word to him, not in years. Always 'Joker', 'Boss', or some colorful variation. It felt almost foreign, only right coming from her lips.
Sakura was so beautiful... The light filtering in from the street lamps outside the windows made the pale skin shine, appearing luminous against the shadows of the room. Silky pink locks spilled off the pillow in every direction, her bright green eyes were darker than usual as they bore into him...taking in every detail, every scar.
To him, she had an ethereal beauty...too good for his world. Too good for him. He always thought that way, even when they were young. She'd grown into such a lovely woman... How could she possibly be attracted to him?
It wouldn't have been difficult to find someone rich and handsome to be with, who could have given her a good life. A man like Bruce Wayne... As a couple, they could go anywhere in the world, walk around in public without feeling ashamed or worrying about anyone chasing after them. Go out into the sunlight, enjoying life to the fullest...
... And yet, here she was... Lying under him, eyes begging for him to take it further, breathlessly saying his name. What did she see? Most women would scream or run just from a single glance at his face. The slash marks around his mouth were hideous-there was no denying that. The scars on his body were horrible-that wasn't a big secret. Staying with him, she wouldn't be able to walk in the sunshine with everyone else, have a normal life... Those were things he couldn't give her that she could have enjoyed with someone else...
It was selfish, but he just couldn't let her go. Seeing the way she smiled at the playboy as he twirled around while they danced reminded him of that fact. If they were a normal couple, that's what it would have looked like. Two good-looking people swaying back and forth, enjoying the night. No one staring strangely, no worries, no one else in the world aside from them, even with all the other people around...
It was hard to watch... If he did nothing, Sakura had a chance to have a "handsome" billionaire sweep her off her feet, take her to the places he never could before. Part of him just couldn't walk away, not without at least trying.
The way those green eyes lit up when he intervened told him everything. She didn't care that he wasn't handsome or a billionaire. She still didn't care about the scars and was able to look past that to see the man behind them. What more could he ask for?
"Please... More..." The words broke through the self-loathing spell as the pinkette wrapped her legs around his waist, urging him to continue.
The hand on her chin dragged lower, spreading his fingers out and trailing them across her smooth skin. Along her neck and chest, dipping between the valley of her breasts. A gasp left her lips as she tilted her head into the pillow, back arching off of the bed.
This was how he liked to imagine her... Beautiful, hot and writhing, desperately begging for more...more of him.
Sakura cried out when he lunged forward, nipping and kissing everything in sight. His calloused, rough hands ran up her body, enjoying the weight of her breasts in his palm. The pinkette's chest was fuller than seven years ago, not that it mattered. They were perfect, no matter how much she used to complain about them. Soft, perky, and always enough to fill his hands...like they were made just for him.
His scarred mouth moved to take her hardened nipple between his lips, gently suckling while kneading the other in his palm. The moans coming from her when he switched from one to the other were heavenly. She was enjoying this as much as him.
"Hah...ah..." Joker wanted more...needed more. The legs around his waist tightened, crossing against his back in desperation. Nails grazed down his shoulders and arms as the pinkette shifted, her own need making her uncomfortable.
"Jack.." Hearing his name spurred him on. Sitting back onto his knees, he saw the half-lidded green eyes staring up at him. She was already so needy, panting and squirming against the sheets. He liked that look...
Running a rough hand down her body, it made its way down her pelvis and between her shaky legs. Groaning out loudly, he laid his head down against the space between her breasts, sweat dripping and rubbing off along her skin. Calloused fingers felt along her slit, loving the reactions he was pulling out just from a simple touch.
'... She's so wet...'
It was amazing... This little woman was so turned on and he didn't even have his pants off yet. To know this much could be so effective felt empowering. It made his ego soar knowing he could do this to someone like her. She was so pretty...and he wasn't.
'Beauty and the Beast, heh... How fitting...'
Sakura hissed through clenched teeth as he moved gently, running his fingers between her folds. Glancing up at the pinkette, he licked his scar, carefully watching her face. Her eyes were screwed shut, teeth biting down on her bottom lip. The small woman whined, writhing against his touch and trying to move her hips along with his movements. Joker could feel himself getting harder with each noise she made, every shallow breath.
"Ahhh!" The pinkette choked out a sob, back arching up off the bed when a finger pushed into her. A large hand splayed itself against her chest, pinning the pinkette in place to stop her from trying to get away.
Joker's teeth grazed over his own lip, leaning back to watch what he was doing to her. Her slim fingers latched on to his wrist, clawing at it in desperation as he pressed her into the mattress. A grin spread across his scarred mouth, enjoying the way Sakura was losing control over her body.
'Shit...'
Sinking the digit all the way to the knuckle, a harsh groan slipped out from feeling how tight she was. The muscles of her core pushed against him, trying to force the offending finger out. It was all futile, there was no stopping now... Licking his lips, dirty nails raked down between her breasts, all the way to her pelvis, leaving angry red trails along her perfectly white skin. She tried to sit up, but he moved faster, shoving her back down against the covers.
"Mmm.. When's the last time you've, ah, been with anyone, doll?" Part of him didn't want to know...didn't want to hear it... From the feel, it must have been a long time or there wouldn't be so much resistance. "Hmm?"
Seven years was a long time. It would have been natural for a woman who looked like her to have some fun, especially with all the rich, young men involved with her job as an interpreter. The fundraiser alone had a large selection that Sakura could have easily combed through, picking and choosing at her leisure. The thought was unbearable, thinking about sharing her with another man...
"Are you...serious?" His movements stilled, jaw shifting under the weight of anticipation, dreading what might come out next. Perhaps this wasn't the time or place for this kind of discussion, something that would only ruin the moment...but he didn't give a shit. It gnawed at his insides, the images and ideas sent him reeling with jealous rage. Ever since that day she'd walked along 5th Ave so-so carelessly, it's been on his mind.
"Yeah." If someone had enjoyed this little part of heaven aside from him, the clown had every intention of going on a hunt, making them suffer a thousand indignities... Then and only then, will he allow them to die, getting rid of the thorn in his side. It wouldn't change the fact that it happened, but it might temporarily make him feel better... That would have to wait until after he made sure the pinkette clearly understood her mistake and made sure it never happened again.
"Hahaha..." The smile playing on her lips, soft chuckle like chimes in the wind... It sent his blood boiling, infuriated that she had the gall to laugh in this situation. This wasn't a joke, none of this was remotely funny at all. His eye twitched, lips curling up in a snarl, wanting to break something. Two thick fingers rammed up into her core, curling and hooking themselves deep inside of her, making her fluids run out all over his knuckles.
Sakura screamed out at the sudden intrusion, hands smacking down on either side, tearing at the sheets. Her body convulsed and he easily held her down, forcing the small woman to endure everything he would dish out. If she didn't like it, why was her pussy getting wetter with every rough movement? Part of her enjoyed the harsh treatment, he could tell.
"Well?" If she thought he wasn't going to get an answer, she was sadly mistaken. Despite being an impatient man at times, he had incredible self-discipline when the moment called for it. This could drag out all night long if that's how she wanted to do things.
Gasping for breath, the pinkette's hips moved involuntarily, indecisive whether they wanted more or needed to get away from the fingers lodged deep into her core. The muscles contracted around his digits, making him dig his teeth into the scar tissue lining the inside of his mouth. Perhaps he didn't possess the amount of self-control he imagined...
"Answer me!" Coiling above her tiny frame, his jaw snapped just inches away from her face, a throaty growl making his chest rumble. Sakura closed her eyes tight with a whimper, trembling under his oppressive presence. For a moment, he almost faltered at the sight. She curled into herself, hips pushing down against his hand in a mix of fear and need.
"I... I don't remember..." His brows furrowed at the words she sobbed out, turning her head to bury it against the pillow. The clown's muscled shoulders dropped down, clicking his tongue in distaste. Leaning in, he trailed his nose across her cheek, rubbing his scars against her smooth skin.
What did that mean? That no one else had done anything since she lost her memories, right? Why else would Sakura say she didn't remember? It was infuriating not to be able to see into that little pink head sometimes.
"So... No one else besides me?" Shaky hands reached up to grab the sides of his face, running her thumbs along the puffy, raised skin around his mouth, touching them gently. It made something twist uncomfortably in his stomach. He'd been so rough and angry with her, yet she was careful and delicate. They really were on opposite ends of the spectrum... It only made him want her even more.
Sakura shook her head, bottom lip quivering as she gazed up at him. The look on her pretty features knocked the air right out of him. There was no way his Sakura would lie to him about something like this, making him feel something that might have resembled gulit and relief at the same time. If there was one thing he knew aside from squealers, it was liars, and she wasn't one.
The pinkette's body jolted when the pad of his thumb ran over her clit, circling the little nub gently. The slim fingers against his face wrapped themselves in his hair, pulling him closer to press her lips hard against his, gasping and moaning in between her kisses.
"What... What about you... Romeo?" She breathed out, raising an eyebrow slightly as a bead of sweat ran down the side of her face. Craning his neck down away from her sharp gaze, he ran his tongue along her soft skin, giving himself a taste of the saltiness of their combined sweat.
Fingers roughly tugged at his faded green locks at the lack of response, making him chuckle against her warm chest. If only she knew...
"I can take care of myself, dollface." Sakura arched her body up against him, eyes losing focus and gasping for air. His scarred lips formed a hard line as he started pumping his digits into her, trying to distract the small woman from trying to get him reveal his inner thoughts and feelings. That wasn't the kind of man he was. Actions always spoke louder than words ever could.
The Joker wasn't a fair person. He knew that, but couldn't care less. There were other ways he could show emotion that didn't involve sweet words and promises of devotion.
'She'll see... I'll make her see...'
A shudder ran up his back from watching her. It was so sexy... Crying out and clinging to him, hips trying to move with the rhythm of his fingers. All he wanted to do was grip her up and shove his cock into her, making her scream his name over and over again. He ground his teeth, trying to show restraint and patience. For her, he could try to force himself to do that. This was the only person he was willing to fight his baser-self and instincts over, and he was having a hard time just doing that.
"I... I guess you don't need me...ah!...t-then, right?" The pinkette's eyes slowly fluttered, trying to stay open as she looked up at him from under those long lashes. Was she insane? The question was enough to make the clown bark out a laugh, wanting to smack his palm against his forehead at the foolishness of it all.
"Don't be stupid..." Biting her neck roughly, she cried out when he picked up the pace, pumping into her harder. She really didn't have a single clue...
The hand against her chest trailed along with him, making his way down her body and finding a place to rest against her pelvis. It would be easier to control her body from there with what he had in mind. His knees spread her quivering legs further apart, demanding entrance no matter how tightly they tried to close.
'I want to taste her...'
The feel of her heavy breaths and muscles contracting beneath his hand was making it difficult to keep himself in check. This woman didn't have the faintest idea how long he wanted to do this. How many times he fantasized and dreamed of it, driving himself further towards the brink of madness he'd already been on the ledge of.
"What- What are you doin-AHhh! Oh my God!" Sakura shrieked, throwing her head back against the pillows when he leaned down, putting his hot mouth against her. Pulling his fingers out, he grabbed at her milky thighs, spreading them apart to make room for his broad shoulders. Her knees bent, feet resting against his shoulder blades. He could feel her toes curling against his sweaty skin.
"J-Jack, don't... Please! Don't do that!" He chuckled against her warmth, the vibrations from his mouth making her squeal and gasp. It was funny. He knew she was just embarrassed. What Sakura could be ashamed of was anyone's guess. The clown never could fathom it. She was gorgeous-even down there. So, what was the problem?
Humming merrily, his warm tongue ran along her slit, prodding between her smooth lips as his brows furrowed. His cock throbbed painfully against the rough fabric of his pants, becoming overwhelmed by watching the pinkette writhe against him, her back arching off the sheets. The hand against her pelvis pressed down hard, trying to keep her still against the assault. His dark eyes shifted from between her thighs to rest on her beautiful face, watching as it twisted in pleasure.
"Mmm..." Sakura's pussy was practically dripping for him, sending his ego soaring to new heights. She tasted so incredibly sweet-just like he remembered. It was never enough, even back then... If he could stay imprisoned here forever, that would have been perfectly fine.
His calloused fingers dug into the soft flesh of her thighs, gripping them tightly as he buried his face into her enthusiastically. He lapped at the wetness he was causing and suckling the little bundle of nerves to drive her wild. Sakura was completely losing it, crying out and tearing at his hair, yanking the messy locks with her thin fingers.
'That's it... Go ahead, pull it as hard as you want...'
Joker loved it when she ran her hands through his hair, but nothing was better than when she'd tug on his messy curls as they went at it.
Placing his fingers against her entrance, he shoved them into her tight core, concentrating on her clit with his scarred lips. He wanted to feel the pinkette lose herself again, allowing him to take over. Nothing was a bigger turn on for the clown than seeing her coming undone from something he did to her.
The muscles around his thick digits pulsed, clamping down around them as he worked her over. The pain between his own legs was becoming unbearable. She was getting close, he could feel it. He lightly nibbled her clit with his teeth, laving the nub with his tongue and saliva affectionately. Dark eyes watched her pretty face, completely entranced.
Sakura's head was thrown back into the pillows, eyes screwed shut. Cries and moans pushed through her swollen lips, breathy curses and his name spilling out into the cool air of the room. Her nails dug into the headboard, scratching and clinging to it like it might just save her from the overload of sensations bombarding her. It was futile... There was nothing that could save her now, not from him. He eyed her chest jutting forward, hardened pink nipples erect and begging for his attention. A growl forced its way out from watching the way she moved, feeling like his chest would cave in on itself any moment. He had to make this woman cum, needed to feel it...to taste it...
"Look at me." Hearing the husky, commanding tone, the pinkette's head turned to the side to bury itself into the pillow...too embarrassed to make eye contract.
That defiance...was definitely his woman. Speeding up the motions, her walls rippled against the rough fingers assaulting her, signaling the end. His digits and hand were slick with her fluids, but he wanted more. This is where the Joker's greed showed itself the most, and he wouldn't back down when he desired something.
"Look. At. Me." The small woman's body jolted when he roared, demanding her to listen and leaving no room for disobedience. Green eyes hesitantly looked down at him, barely able to keep themselves open. Staring into the wild black vortex, it was like she became entranced. Letting go of his hair, she propped herself up on her elbows, suddenly unable to look away from his dark orbs.
Pressing hard against her bundle of nerves, Sakura shrieked, screams bouncing off the walls of the small room. The clown groaned out at how the muscles around his fingers squeezed down hard, making it difficult to move them as the orgasm slammed into the pinkette with unforgiving force. Falling back against the bed, thin fingers tore at her own hair, body flailing and rolling with the climax.
Joker sucked in his bottom lip, yanking hard to pull his fingers out from the grip her pussy had on them. His free hand pressed down to hold her steady against the convulsions. Quickly burying his face into her core, he lapped at her feverishly, enjoying everything she had to give him.
"Hah...ah..." The pinkette dropped against the covers, gasping for breath with the waves of pleasure running through her. Chest rising and falling, the small tremors ran their course as her head lulled back and forth, almost in disbelief.
Joker sat up with a wolfish grin when he finished, licking his chops and looking down at the spent woman with mirth in his eyes. This was what he missed, seeing Sakura turning into writhing mess, completely exhausted. This was just a start, he still didn't have his pants off yet... What was left of the greasepaint was a ghost of a jumbled smear, most of it was trailing down the curves of the angel trembling beneath him.
"So... That's what I was...missing..." A breathless chuckle left her pink lips as she glanced up at him. It was enough to make him laugh. Did she really think that was all? He quickly slid off the side of the bed, needing to take everything off. That was only a small taste of what was to come. An appetizer before the meal. It's been so long... He needed this badly after denying himself the simple carnal pleasure in life. It was unbelievable this woman was here, that they were in her bedroom at all. If only he'd known...
'Doesn't matter... She's here now.'
"That? No. No. No... You're gonna get it now... You can see what you really were, ah, missing." His fingers desperately pulled at his belt and pants. He was becoming impatient, needing to get out of them. The throbbing was unbearable...
Ridding himself of the remaining pieces of clothing, the chilly temperature of the room felt great on his pulsing erection, but it wasn't cool air that he needed. Her body was exactly what the doctor ordered. It would take away the pain that he didn't enjoy. Sakura always made everything better, no matter what it was.
Joker wasted no time getting back on the bed to pounce on her, desperate and starved. Attacking her neck and mouth, practically smoothering the pinkette's small frame as he enveloped her. Sakura already couldn't breathe, and he was sucking the air right out of her. The euphoria from the orgasm was finally fading into a low hum, but her body was still trembling. It almost seemed impossible to feel so good, to have such an intense, electrifying experience. Had it always been that way? Or did he picked up a few things over the years?
'Don't think about it... Don't...'
The answer he gave was vague, not confirming or denying anything. It was hard to believe he might have spent the last seven years jerking off... No man would do that. Not even in prison... She couldn't bear to think about that now, it made her chest ache uncomfortably. There was no need to ruin their reunion with insecurities, even if he'd been willing to.
He kissed her hard, the fingers gripping her jaw prying it open to allow his tongue entrance into her mouth. It explored every part, running along her teeth and the inside of her cheeks, forcing the pinkette to taste herself on his lips. Gathering up what energy was left, she tried to meet him part-way, show him that she was just as excited. There was no battling for dominance with this man, he demanded submission. When she thought she might have been making headway, he pushed forward, shutting it down completely.
Teeth dug into her bottom lip, biting down and roughly tugging on it. His dark eyes were heavy with lust, baring into her from beneath his shadowy, hooded lids. That look, she knew it from long ago. The one where he was completely enthralled, high from the power he had over her and relishing in the way her body melted in his palms.
Sakura was more than willing to let him take her, bring on the sensations that could take her to new heights. His large frame made the pinkette feel so incredibly small...and she was in comparison. Jack was physically much stronger, could break every single bone in her tiny body with little effort. The Joker was a criminal mastermind who the authorities were on the hunt for, desperate in their attempts to bring him to justice. There was something about it that made this even more exciting. Having a man like that coiled around her, practically worshipping her body and working hard to please. He was the person she spent most of her life hopelessly in love with and now they had a second chance to be together.
A gasp came out, feeling something hard pulsing against her flat stomach. Quickly glancing down, her eyes widened as she reared back, trying to grab onto the headboard. He couldn't be serious... How the hell would someone walk away after this?
Most women would have been overjoyed at the prospect.
'Okay, okay... Calm down...'
"Oh God..." Large hands latched onto her slim shoulders, pushing her back down against the mattress.
"At-ta-ta-ta! Where ya think you're goin'? Hmm?" Swallowing hard, the pinkette looked at him in disbelief. He was grinning ear-to-ear, thoroughly enjoying the reaction as he licked his lips, almost like he was tasting the emotions in the air. "Just, ah-Just relax..."
"I gotcha..." Scarred lips kissed her feverishly, his rough fingers caressing the side of her face. Was this his way of being soothing? He was going to ruin her for life, that was a fact. At least the last seven years had been good to one of them...
Sakura jolted feeling his tip at her entrance. The hands holding her shoulders trailed down along her smooth skin, raising goosebumps everywhere they touched. Despite the initial shock, she found herself starting to relax beneath him. This was what she wanted, it was a godsend to even be in this position again.
Grabbing at her hips, he leaned back to look at her. Sweat dripped from the clown's brow and along his marred chest, shaking from the effort of keeping himself restrained. The pinkette was nervous, but couldn't help feeling even more attracted at the sight. Jack really was a gorgeous man... Every muscle throughout his body was strained, flexing beneath his tan skin, panting hard through his lips. His head rolled to the side, letting out a shaky groan.
Dark eyes watched intently as he pushed forward, moaning and reveling in the way her pussy clamped down around his cock, trying to refuse him. Fingers tightened into a bruising grip, squeezing her hips and holding them in place. At an agonizing pace, he slowly forced her body to take him in.
"That's it..." He breathed out, biting into his lip to stifle anything else from coming out. Sakura sucked in a sharp breath when his shaft pushed into her core, feeling like her body was being torn in half. It was too much...he was too big. She hadn't done anything like this in years, and he was larger than when they were teenagers. Choking out a sob, fingers tore at the sheets as she cried...wanting him to stop, but desperate to keep going. She needed this, wanted him to be inside of her, even if it hurt.
Green eyes glanced down at Jack, feeling the hands clamped around her hips trembling. His chest was heaving, staring down at where they were connected with his face scrunched up. Teeth bit down hard into his scarred bottom lip to quell the moans trying to force themselves out.
"J-Jack..." He glanced up at the sound of his name, face twisted in anguish. It must have been so hard trying to hold himself back... Prying her fingers from the sheets, she reached out, wanting him to be closer. His lips formed a hard line, brows pinching together. He swallowed hard, forcing himself forward and bottoming out inside of her with the movement. His sweaty head fell against her chest at the sensation, back arching as he panted against her warm skin.
Sakura whimpered, completely breathless with him inside of her, feeling too full and stretched beyond the limits of her body. It was painful, yet so...pleasurable, mixing into something she never realized she needed until now. Fingers deftly ran through his faded green hair as she whined at the intrusion, raking her nails along his scalp.
Warm breaths and kisses heated the pale skin beneath his lips, muttering curses to himself and nipping with his teeth. Using the mattress as leverage, he leaned forward to press his forehead against hers. The pinkette couldn't stop her body from shaking, almost in disbelief at the sensations coursing through every part of her.
"Sh. Shh. Shhh... It's gonna be okay. It'll take some time to get used to..." Sakura wasn't sure if he was talking to her or himself as he stroked her hair.
Jack was cooing at her, whispering words no one would have thought possible for the Joker. Despite being the same man, there was definitely shifts in his personality and actions that she could only contribute to the two opposing forces inside of him. The dirty blonde she grew up with would have never wrapped his hands around her throat or bite down on her flesh the way the clown does...but she can't say it wasn't enjoyable. The affection and rough treatment were a strange combination that only heightened the pleasure. If he was so willingly accepting her after everything that happened, then she would do the same. Take him the way he is with no reservations. There were people who moved on after a few weeks... It's been seven years, and he still wanted her... Something like that was almost impossible to come by.
"Don't-Don't move..." He growled out in warning, fingers pulsing as they squeezed down, holding her hips in a vice-grip. "Don't move."
Sweat dripped down from the tips of his messy green curls, dropping down and dotting her pale skin. A handful of strands were glued to a smudge of white greasepaint still left behind, the rest had been reduced to a few streaks trailing along his neck. Seeing the muscles in his face jump and twitch in concentration, Sakura clenched her jaw, ready to bite the bullet. He didn't need to make himself suffer more than he already has...
"Shit!" A sharp grunt left his scarred mouth when she jerked her hips, using her legs to make him move. It was like the air was knocked right out of him, jaw dropping at the way she purposefully clenched down on him.
"You little-" Seeing the smirk on her face, he ground is teeth at the blatant disregard to his orders. He told her not to move, and she waited until his grip started to loosen to take advantage of it. "Now you're gonna get it..."
Sakura latched onto his shoulders as he pulled out, slamming back into her. Where he was cautious and careful just moments ago, he was now rough and relentless. It was all thrown out the window when she smiled and shifted, provoking the man above her. Pushing the pinkette down into the mattress, his hips rolled hard against her, creating a harsh rhythm.
Digging her nails into the muscles in his back, she coiled around him in desperation, not knowing what else to do. Shock waves pulsed through her body, electrifying and searing as his pelvis smashed into hers, no longer holding anything back.
"You like that?!" A snarl rips through his throat, biting out and strained. His groans build themselves up, along with the tension in his shoulders as he lifted himself up, wanting a better view in between them. Only gasps came out when she parts her lips, too focused on trying to get oxygen in her lungs while he's pounding into her, almost like he was trying to take out all the frustration and pent-up energy from the last seven years on her body.
It's too much... Green eyes fluttered closed from the heat swirling in her gut reaching an unbearable degree, threatening to burst into flames. Jack might be saying something, maybe even yelling at her, but it doesn't matter. The fog in her brain tossed the little pinkette into a daze, one she never wanted to come out from. Shaky hands fell against the pillow, holding on as the bed shook under the force of his thrusts, the headboard slamming noisily against the wall. The only thing louder in the room was her screams when she finally found her voice, letting everyone in the vicinity know what was going on in the apartment.
A hand grabbed the back of her head, yanking the pink hair back and baring her throat. Every movement had her on edge, dragging her to that magnificent cliff, and she hoped to God the man above her would toss her right off. The teeth digging into the pale skin of her neck had her screaming, but it wasn't from pain. No... Nothing seemed to hurt anymore. The hot tongue washing over the deep grooves in her flesh only intensified the pleasure, making her dripping pussy spasm around him.
"You don't wanna listen to me?! Hmm?" The fingers pinching and tugging on her nipple brought her eyes back to focus as she shrieked, gasping and digging her nails against his scarred chest. A loud growl left his lips when she broke the skin, sending him deeper into the frenzy that had a hold of him.
Sakura tried to keep her eyes open, needing to see the man doing this to her. The hand in her hair pulled away, dropping down to wrap his fingers around her throat. The pounding in her chest stuttered at the sight of him, looking completely wild and out of control as his digits pulsed around her carotid artery. Instead of cutting off the flow of oxygen she desperately needed, he just held her there, feeling the beats beneath the soft skin covered in dark marks from his lips.
"Sakura..." Jack's voice was a harsh snarl forced through his clenched teeth. Hearing the way he said her name had her soaring, making every muscle in her body clamping down as she trembled. The pressure was becoming painful, she needed him to make her cum again, to bring that sweet release only he was capable of accomplishing.
"J-Jack! Please!" The begging and crying spurred him on, completely enthralled at the state of the small woman clinging to him. The display only brought out the greed and hunger inside of him, making him work harder. His head shook, dropping more beads of sweat against her breasts and face. Rearing back, his hands latched onto her hips, driving himself into her at a punishing speed, making her sob pathetically as her toes curled. "Please! Please!"
Pulling her hips off the bed, she dropped onto the sheets as he slammed into her furiously. She gripped him tightly, her core trembling as much as the legs wrapped around his waist, sending the clown reeling.
"Ya wanna cum, sweetheart?" Brows knit together, his dark eyes watched the pinkette twisting and clawing at the pillow from below his heavy lids. "Do ya?!"
"Ye-Yes!" She could barely answer him, forcing something out, knowing he demanded a response. The only thing she could think about was the thick shaft driving inside of her, stretching her small body to fit him. Hitting that sweet spot, the one that sent her spiraling, that he seemed to remember the exact location of even after all this time.
Feeling the hand pushing down against her pelvis, Sakura thought she was going to explode from inside. Between the powerful thrusts and deep voice yelling at her, growling out so menacingly...she didn't know how much more she could take. As soon as his name started mindlessly spilling from her lips, he went started going faster, sliding her down the bed and clawing at her skin. A calloused thumb pressed down against her clit, rubbing the bundle of nerves frantically as his thrusts lost their rhythm.
Sakura used every ounce of her strength from the rush of adrenaline to pull her body up off of the mattress, clinging to him desperately as she shook. He grunted, bringing the pinkette closer and kissing her hard.
"That's-That's it... Let it out!" Wrapping an arm around the pinkette's back, Jack raised himself onto his knees, planting them into the bed to hold up their weight. The hand between them didn't stop, trying to force her over the edge whether she wanted it or not. "Cum for me, sweetheart. C'mon... C'mon!..."
Sakura curled into him, shrieking and pushing against his chest as she arched into him. Her body convulsed against his strong hold, gasping and tumbling into a different state of consciousness. Bright lights blinded her vision, taking away everything, all the surroundings and even the man biting and kissing her shoulder.
"That's it, babydoll! Let it all out for me..." Jack kept going, riding through her orgasm as his chest sputtered, relishing in what he's done. The feeling of her muscles crushing down on him and her warm slick coating his cock as he slammed up into her tight body was exactly what he wanted.
The pinkette choked out a sob as he kept thrusting, throwing her overstimulated body through a loop. Finding the strength from some dark corner in her mind, she started rocking her hips hard against his, enjoying the strangled moan he let out.
Wrapping her arms around his neck, she whimpered at the feel of his jerky movements, knowing he had to be close. Leaning up as he kept pounding into her, Sakura kissed him desperately, making his dark eyes widen. He groaned into her mouth, holding her tightly against him when his thrusts became shallower, pushing his shaft further into her.
Lifting them both up and dropping down against the sheets, his entire body shook when he came. Hands grabbed at the sides of her face, fingers pulsing against her skin, fighting to keep his eyes open. His back coiling up as his hip surged forward, forcing himself deeper into her body.
Feeling the hot bursts of cum inside of her, she threw her head back against the mattress. It wasn't something she realized could have felt so electrifying, sending the pinkette into a warm daze. Tears brimmed her eyes at the overwhelming sensations ripping through her. She could feel him filling her up, slowing his thrusts as he emptied himself inside of her. Large hands held her down beneath him, refusing to let her move until he was finished.
"Damn." Gasping for air, Jack closed his eyes, deep breaths puffing his scarred cheeks out. Rolling his head along his broad shoulders, the pinkette felt the muscles start to relax above her limp body. Every ounce of energy left was spent, leaving her at the mercy of the man holding her in his arms.
Tightening his hold, the clown twisted his body around to lay his back up against the headboard, dragging the pinkette with him. Sakura let him move her at his leisure, too tired to move. It didn't matter, not anymore. His hand pressed her head down, insistent that she lay against his sweaty chest. After going with little sleep the past few weeks and everything that's happened, it was almost impossible to fight it off any longer. The effects of the euphoria still ran their course, making her feel like she was floating on a cloud that smelled of gasoline and cigarette smoke.
Green eyes closed as the warmth radiating from his body lulled her into state of comfort, not bothered by the ache in her limbs or the bites and scratches. It felt heavenly at the time, and she felt too good to be bothered. They would all be gone soon anyway... Right now, she didn't have the energy to try healing anything, even if she wanted to.
"Sakura..." His voice sounded deeper than usual, the raspy timbre making his chest reverberate. "You alright? Didn't hurt ya, did I?"
"No... I'm...fine." The pinkette ran a hand over his sweaty chest, giving it a small smack, tapping out. "That was...great..." If she could breathe or articulate anything logical, she would have said more. There was so much to say, for the two of them to talk about...
Jack let out a chuckle, sounding relieved. It wasn't clear if he was glad the pinkette was still in one piece or that she enjoyed it.
They laid together in a comfortable silence with him running his fingers through her hair, both of them a tangled mess wrapped around each other. He was still inside of her body, making her stay in place against him, knowing she was too spent to move.
Letting out a soft yawn, it was cut short as he twisted his torso to leaned over the side of the bed, still holding onto her and reaching his long arm out. Glancing up to see what he was doing, she blinked in confusion. His brows were furrowed and bottom lip between his teeth, grunting as he snatched his pants from off the carpet.
"What are you doing?" She breathed out in exasperation when he pulled the purple pinstripe pants on to the bed, leaning back up against the headboard with a grin. Sliding his hand into the pocket, she clicked her tongue as he pulled out a pack of cigarettes and lighter, carelessly tossing the piece of clothing back onto the floor.
Using his teeth, he opened the pack and pulled a cigarette out, holding it between his ruined lips. Dropping the pack onto the covers, the pinkette raised her brows at what he was doing. Was he really going to smoke now that they were done? For someone so unusual, it seemed so...cliche in a funny way. He held the lighter between his fingers, flicking the top open and holding the small flame to his smoke.
"Really?" Sakura chuckled, green eyes watching his every movement as the smoke poured from the corner of his mouth up towards the ceiling. "I wasn't actually sure if you still smoked..."
"Yep. Seemed like a, ah, good occasion..." Resting his head against the wood, hands ran along her back. He groaned out in relaxation, thoroughly enjoying himself. The small circles he drew against her skin were soothing as she listened to his breathing, the rhythm in his chest making her eyes feel heavy.
"Jack... Are you staying this time?" After this, she really hoped he wouldn't disappear again. This was completely different from the last time he stayed in her bed. The night he let her cry her eyes out and left before she woke up. At least he left a note, saying he would come back, but this couldn't compare. If she woke up to that again after what they did, it would be devastating, note or not.
"Tch... Is that whatcha think of me?" He sounded annoyed, almost offended she would even ask. "Just relax, I know you're exhausted... Just lay that pretty little head down against me and get some sleep. 'Kay?"
The corner of her mouth curled up, satisfied with the answer. Without having to look up, she could feel his dark eyes baring down, staring as she languidly traced the dark indentations along his skin. There was nothing she had to worry about now, she could finally sleep to her hearts content. If the man holding her was the scariest person in this city, what was there to be afraid of anymore?
