(Ok so this might be the hottest smut I've written. 🙄 enjoy!)
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You were laying down in bed, arms and legs spread open, staring at the ceiling. You were going out later tonight for another deal, which you suspected would end badly.
Again.
Not badly for you and the Joker. No. it always ended in your favor. But you hated the idea of having strangers' blood all over those beautiful white marble floors.
Not like you cleaned them either. Just the sight.
You sighed as you felt a pair of eyes watching you.
The joker stood behind the beaded curtain you had requested to be put into the room you two shared as well. They were alluring, you found it sexy. They surrounded your large bed and added something extra to the room.
They were flashy. Much like the man you had fallen for.
He peered through the beads, watching your form strewn on the bed. A million thoughts, a million desires swept his senses when suddenly you sat up and looked at him. You curled your finger as if beckoning him over to you.
He grinned and walked to you, placing his knee next to your thigh on the mattress.
"You look amazing..as always," you muttered under your breath as you gaped at his open shirt and ran your hands on his chest.
He purred in response and kept staring hungrily at you.
"And you... look underdressed, sweet pea..." his voice faded, his lips parted. He waited for you to give some sort of explanation.
You hadn't put on the sparkly purple dress he had bought for you earlier that day.
You shook your head.
"Would it be alright if we just went as...normal people?" Your question was far fetched. Asking the joker that would surely result in some sort of punishment but you had been planning to ask this for a while and genuinely were curious about what his answer might be.
And if all else failed, you'd just explain to him how it was a lingering thought that meant nothing.
He growled and smirked. "Normal? Why...I am
Normal, kitten...it's the world around us that's so twisted and...dark," he rasped as he put his finger under your chin, tilting your head up slightly. He looked deep in your eyes.
He could see there was something there, something to what you meant.
Joker chuckled as he sat next to you still facing you. "You and I create...chaos. My beautiful kitten...in all our normalcy," he purred as his words lingered in your ears and caused a million butterflies to flutter within your gut.
You kept your gaze firm, itching to have him ask what you meant.
"I'm curious." You said. "I really. Am genuinely. Curious. I've seen you like this. And I love you like this. I love you more than anything. But I want to see who you would be without.." you put your hand up to his hair, "this," you brought your hand down to his scars, "and this."
He stood up and growled. "Tryna change me darlin...?"
His eyes grew dark and his smile was gone. Irritation slowly started to flood his senses. You noticed this and immediately pecked his lips.
"N-no! Please don't misunderstand me." You said as you stood up, attempting to fling your arms around his neck.
He immediately stood straight up and moved away, eyes closed and hands up as if shielding himself from you.
He abruptly walked out of the room.
You sighed and lay back down on the bed. Feeling defeated.
"So much for getting some tonight," you muttered.
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An hour later, you were finishing up your makeup. You wore no clothes, just a set of lace panties and a bra your beloved psycho had picked out for you.
You smirked at the thought. "My psychopath." You said loudly as you sighed, closing your eyes and holding the outfit he had bought you close.
"Not tonight..." a voice rasped from behind you.
You turned around to a sight you had never seen. A stranger standing behind you, looking sharply into your eyes.
Your eyes widened as you stared in awe. The green hair was replaced by dark hair, his blue eyes were still there. Eyebrows?! When did that happen? Facial hair...your heart was about to explode. The way he looked at you. So hungry. So focused.
"Jok-" you started but he cut you off.
"Just J baby...just for tonight." He said, coming closer.
"This is so unlike you..." you said as you kept staring in awe as he grabbed your hand. "You don't even sound like yourself."
"I played around with the idea in my head. This would be the perfect disguise...no more batsy pestering me when I'm out. No more having to play it safe baby." He grinned at you.
You kept staring, imagining the way he'd look in the middle of a hump sesh. You felt your body burn up at the thought.
"And the best part.." he whispered, "during my business meetings, once they underestimate the plain looking J, the real Joker will be counting down their final seconds.." he licked your neck down to your collar, sending shivers down your spine.
"No.." you said in a low voice. "You know what the best part is?" You asked.
He remained quiet, waiting for you to talk.
You broke free of his grasp and walked to the bed. You removed a pair of handcuffs from under your pillow. His lips twisted a smile, the most innocent smile you ever imagined would come from the Joker.
He walked towards you, his expression changing back to lust, his eyes shifting from a chunk of the beaded chain curtains surrounding you and then back to you.
His shoulders moved slightly as his breathing turned to panting. He took out the tie he was planning on wearing to the club tonight and walked to you.
Your anticipation got the best of you as you walked to him.
"No, get on the bed. On your hands and knees, doll." He commanded.
You complied eagerly, thanking yourself mentally for not putting your clothes on.
He handcuffed your hands together in front of you and blindfolded you with the tie he had in his hands.
You smirked. "Damn daddy...I didn't know the Joker's seemingly innocent side was a lot kinkier than the man himself," you spoke cockily.
He half-smiled down at you as you heard a different noise. He was was taking something out from his pocket and you soon found out what.
A gag. Wait, where did this come from?
You moaned in confusion but in all honesty, you were hella turned on. This was a fantasy you would only dream of.
He climbed on the bed behind you, his shirt now discarded on the floor. You felt the bed shift as his weight was on the bed, his groin grazing your bottom. You felt how hard he was now and you moaned in satisfaction.
He removed the gag and placed it within reach, just in case he'd need it.
You smirked and started panting.
He tugged your hair back and brought his face next to yours while gently gripping your neck and bringing your face closer to his.
"Is this what princess wanted?" He asked as he twisted both his and your neck slightly so that your lips met.
You moaned in his mouth as the kiss deepened.
He let go of your lips but kept his grip on your neck. He pulled back, staring down at his clothed erection and your ass now sticking out towards it.
He slapped your ass causing you to yelp out.
"What's that princess? I didn't hear you." He said as he smacked it harder.
Your mouth hung open at the incredibly painful yet pleasurable stinging sensation. The rippling aftermath of his hand coming down hard on your ass left a feeling of unimaginable bliss.
He kept smacking it harder and faster until you knew for sure you'd find your high at his abrasive actions. He stopped and you heard him unzipping and tugging down his dress pants.
He groaned as he placed it at your entrance.
"W-wait, I'm not-" before you could finish, he slammed himself into you, burying himself deep within your tightness. His eyes rolled back at the sudden warm sensation.
You however never felt so miserable. The pain was intense, the feeling causing knots from the pit of your stomach up to your chest. Your screams weren't of ecstasy but of pain.
But you kept imagining the image of him slamming himself into you, pleasuring himself as his length was pumping in and out of your most sacred place.
You two had fucked before but not like this. This was different.
He was different.
"I. Look nice. Right?" He groaned and panted between each thrust. "but. NO! FUCK!" His thrusts were deeper and faster. "Fuck! You're so...fucking. Tight. I'm not nice! I'll fucking. Destroy. This. Pussy!" He practically yelled between each thrust.
Your mouth hung low as each word pierced into your soul, bringing you closer and closer.
"The Jokers a douche..." he breathed as his pumping became more erratic, more wild. His eyes rolled back as he kept ramming. "But...J!!! He's always...taken advantage of..." he stopped pumping suddenly causing you to moan in defeat. He leaned down so his mouth was near your ear. "J will punish you." He breathed as he thrust once hard and froze inside you, causing you to let out a yelp of frustration.
He thrust hard again and froze. And again.
And suddenly he slammed into you over and over as you let out a scream, letting your orgasm overtake you. Your body shook and your screams of ecstasy filled the room as he felt you clench around his arousal. He took that as a cue and slammed into you harder and faster, his hips moving nonstop until his groans grew louder and louder. He froze and released himself within your hot, depleted body. You collapsed on your stomach and he collapsed on top of you. You shook and panted as your body recovered from the intense orgasm.
He entwined his fingers in your hair and tugged, sharply bringing your head back so you were looking at the ceiling.
"The Joker wants to punish you next.." he breathed in a low voice in your ear causing shivers down your spine.