[SMUT WARNING!]
As you lay beside one another in bed, you curling into him as he turns around to have you snugly in his arms, you consider what a turn-out this has been. How happy you're both going to be now that you've moved in with Joe and started things properly.
"I'm so happy..." you whisper into the darkness, closing your eyes at the feeling of his fingers gliding through your hair. He's always been so soft with you, so tender; when you're around him, he quietens down a bit, has you to level him out. "I love you, Joe."
You see the outline of his head pick up out of the duvet, his nose bumping lightly against yours as the hand in your hair diverts to stroke your cheek.
"I love you too, [Y/N]," Joe whispers before kissing you softly, your eyes closing at the feeling of his lips on your own. His thumb strokes your cheek, sweeps under your lashes as he pulls away. You don't want him to pull away.
Taking his face in your hands, you guide him back to you and kiss him more firmly, shifting your body along the bed to brush your front against his. In between kisses, Joe sighs softly and presses his body back against yours, hands sliding from your face to your side and back while yours stroke down his neck and shoulders.
Ghosting your lips over his, one hand slips from his back and underneath his pyjama shirt, feeling at the warm skin he has to offer you. "...don't stop."
It doesn't take much after that, the pair of you stripping one another down before he hovers above you on his hands and knees, lips pressing against yours passionately as his fingers flutter over your skin. Joe revels in the tiny sounds you make, your fingers sliding down his back and his sides as your mouth moves in the form of a mantra whenever he pulls away to breathe.
"Please don't stop..." you beg quietly, and the Joker promises he won't, hands smoothing over your breasts as his mouth moves from yours to kiss tenderly down your neck, suckling on your pulse point enough to leave a light mark. God, he's in love with the way you need him so badly and the fact that reciprocates makes it better, more than he could have ever imagined.
His fingers lightly roll your nipples while his kisses descend to your collar bone, touches feather light. A shuddery gasp of air passes his lips as you softly stroke his member, the warmth of your fingers sending jolts of pleasure down his spine. Your eyes lock in the darkness... before he kisses you deeply, tongue meshing perfectly with yours as you continue to stroke him, taking refuge in the soft breaths he releases when you stroke your thumb over his tip.
"Joe." Lips mere millimeters apart and begging to be intertwined once more, he waits, holds out on his own desperation to hear what you have to say. "...I can't wait any more. Please."
He blinks... before nodding and positioning himself at your entrance, slowly pushing inside of you after a moment of deliberation. Your fingers dig into his shoulders, head nudging his back to yours as you combine mouths once more. You're becoming emotional, it's all so perfect... and he pulls back when he hears a soft sniffle.
"...that bad?" He chuckles, eyes alight with pure love. You laugh gently, kissing him.
"I'm just so happy. Sorry."
"Don't apologise for feelin'. Never apologise for that. God..." His hand moves from your chest to stroke at your face, smile so enarmoured with you that it brings warmth to your eyes. He kisses you once, perfectly, softly. "...I love you, [Y/N]."
And then he begins to move slowly, hips pulling back before he fills you once more; the Joker enjoys the gasp of pleasure that leaves you thoroughly, his eyes closing as he lowers his head to your chest and runs the flat of his tongue over a nipple, pleased with the way you arch into him and how your fingers tangle in his hair and stroke the back of his neck as he continues.
A finger dips between the pair of you, settling on your clit, which he rolls with the pad of his digit in a way that has your vision swimming. God, everything is just so perfect right now... and the pleasure he's granting you is immense; you can only hope he feels just as good sheathed inside of you. There's nowhere you'd rather he be.
With desperation staining your movements raw, you hold his face in your hands and lock lips with him once more, any sounds swallowed by his loving caresses as he continues to stroke you down below. There are no words to describe the adoration that you feel for this man, nothing to illustrate just how amazing he's making you feel as he makes love to you.
It's an intimate moment to say the least when you both reach your limit at the same time, the feeling of his thick warmth mixing with your own enough to make you bury your face in his neck, your moan sending vibrations through his body as he groans his release. After a long kiss shared between you, all gentle hands and fleeting touches, Joe pulls out of you and collapses into the warmth of the bed, completely spent.
He doesn't remain face down for long, rolling over so that he can pull you in and press a series of butterfly kisses from your cheek to your neck, teeth lightly nipping at your skin. Exhaling shakily, you curl your legs slightly and mold perfectly against his body, your back to his front as he pulls the blankets over you.
"Baby, I love you..."
And you know, but you'll never tire of him saying it. Smaller hands latch onto the arm coiled around your stomach as you nod your head, feeling his lips travel down the back of your neck before he buries his face in your hair smiles as you interlace your fingers with his.
"I love you too, Joe. So much. Don't ever leave me," you murmur, feeling sleep wash over you, body tired and insides cured of their desire. As you drift off into sleep, happier than you've ever been, his words seal your night as one of the best of your life.
"I won't."