damaged by your touch | [ joker x reader ]

VICARIOUS

The pulsing of the music resonated through your body, your tight black [dress/dress pants] constricting you so that it was difficult to move normally. J, however, was sipping on some Hennessy as he splayed himself over the black leather couch. His arm rested on the back of the seat, his legs wide open.

You had sat in silence since you arrived a few minutes ago, trying to make yourself as small as possible as you stayed still. A few people had come up to ask if he had wanted anything, but his sharp glare immediately sent them away. He swirled his glass, licking his lips as the hum of the bass invaded every crevice of the club. He smirked, his eyes trailing towards yours.

"So how'd you like my ride?"

It felt like my skin was going to peel off because we were going so fast.

"Your car is pretty cute, I guess."

His face distorted into disgust,"It's fucking sexy, not cute."

You held back a smile, attempting to keep a serious face,"Yes, of course. Really sexy. Definitely."

The Joker sneered, looking you up and down,"Cut the sarcasm, doll. You look better when you're quiet."

He sighed and swallowed the last of his liquor, closing his eyes and resting his head back. His chest was exposed through the maroon shirt he had on, leaving little to the imagination as his tattoos peeked from under the rich fabric. You flushed, glancing down at your hands.

You know the story about the Beauty and the Beast? How she lived in the castle with the Beast in exchange for the safety of her father?

You were Belle. Your father was Joker's toys. If he couldn't have his toys, he'd take you in exchange.

Now there were many similarities, but where did the Beast end and the Joker begin?

He set down his empty glass and groaned, cracking his neck,"Daddy needs a fucking back massage..."

You froze, eyes wide as his words replayed in your head. He did seem like the type to have a daddy kink, but when he said it in his low voice, you couldn't help but-

Suddenly the sound of the Joker moaning snapped you out of your trance, his eyes rolling back in his head in the dim lighting. You looked up, a scantily clad woman massaging the Joker's shoulders as he purred in delight.

He looked like he was in heaven.

You frowned slightly, furrowing your brow and looking away and through the sheer curtains where there was a bar. Maybe you could get a drink while he was orgasming?

You slipped off the couch unnoticed, glancing back at the Joker and frowning. Did he have no filter? A wall of sound surrounded you as you walked out of the private room, the pulsing of the beat intoxicating. You walked over to the bar, squeezing through the thick crowd of people in the night club to reach the large illuminated glass bar. You smiled at the bartender, waving a bit to get her attention through the booming music.

"Hi, um, may I get a small glass of water?" You strained to speak, raising your voice and leaning over the counter. The bartender smiled and nodded, holding up a finger and finishing mixing the last drink before sliding you a glass filled with a couple cubes and a small amount of water. You smiled and raised the glass, thanking her before turning to walk back towards the private room.

The first thing you saw were his eyes.

Those blue pupils were absolutely dripping with fury, his chest heaving as he clenched his fist so tightly his hand flushed red. His jaw was taut, and you couldn't help but freeze.

You could see now why people were so terrified of his presence.

His body was poised to attack, his hands only milliseconds from grabbing the pistols slung into his harness. His eyes let everyone in the vicinity know that he was ready to kill. He was ready for blood to spill.

You swallowed weakly, putting your head down and slipping through the booming club back to where J was standing. You stood in front of him, your gaze focused on the ground as his heavy breathing reminded you he wasn't done with you yet.

"Who the fuck gave you permission to leave my sight." He snapped, and you flinched, eyes closing.

"I just- I just went to grab some water, that's a-"

"Why the fuck did you think it was acceptable talk to another man?"

You whimpered, your fists curled into balls as you closed your eyes. He was going to hit you. You were braced for it, you were ready. Just fucking punch already so it'll be over with.

Suddenly the heavy breathing disappeared, and you opened your eyes, looking up. You frowned. Wasn't the Joker there just a second ago? You could've sworn-

Hands slipped around your waist and the smell of gunpowder and cologne swept through the air as your back pressed against a firm chest. His chest. You suddenly felt self-conscious about your racing heart rate, unsuccessfully willing it to slow down before J felt it in your veins.

The music faded away, and the only thing you felt were his hands around your waist and his face tucked in the crook of your neck. You flushed, your hands loosely gripping his as his face inched closer to your ear, your hair shifting as his face brushed against it.

Hot breath fanned over you and you bit your lip, your attention peaked as a soft whisper sounded.

"You're my pretty little toy and I don't want the other kids playing with you, not even looking. They don't get to look. You're mine, and mine only." He suddenly growled, digging his fingers into your waist and you winced.

"Stop, it hurts-!"

You could feel him smirking as he dug in harder, your insides screaming for an escape as you attempted to squirm away, ultimately pressing yourself further into J's chest. Suddenly he let you go and you whipped around, frantically backing away from him without bumping into anyone. He had his hands in his pockets, his eyes hungrily scanning you up and down as he walked closer. You whimpered, gripping your stomach and backing up while the music blared. You struggled to be heard over the beat, panic rising as you accidentally backed into a wall.

"Please don't-"

His hands held each side of your face and his lips were quickly gentle against yours. You could feel yourself melting in his touch, your eyes closing slowly as you gave into him. His chest was pressed against you and the heat from his body and the coldness from his chains was absolutely heavenly. A warmth spread through you as he deepened the kiss, your hands finding their way to his toned chest as the steady movement of his lips on yours felt like bliss.

He pulled back slowly, staring at you under hooded eyes as he continued to hold your face with admiration. He smirked, licking his lips,"Let's go home, baby."

The bass dropped in the music and everyone in the club cheered. But somehow, it was the most serene you had ever felt in a long time as you looked into the light blue of the Joker's eyes.