⤷.Contains: rough sex, biting, marking, creampie, little to no aftercare for Joker (<- mentioned); enemies with benefits, idealism in theory, risky sex (<- implied);﹙Requested﹚
It's not clear how exactly the two of you met but you've been keeping tabs on him for some time. Stopping him from gassing the civilians with Joker gas and intervening with his plans. He doesn't like that since it sets his plans back. His big surprise for the Bat will have to wait until he sorts you out.
Things didn't go as he had expected— which brings to question the...peculiar relationship that developed between him and you. Every now and then he has a certain itch only you are capable of scratching. He's left with plenty of reminders to keep him in line but he still acts out whenever he gets bored.
Rough and hard is how he usually likes it. Just about anything goes as long as you aren't being overly gentle with him. It makes him feel out of place when you're sweet on him— like you have other intentions than to render him pliant and boneless after a good fuck.
His body sore all over with suspicious hand-shaped bruises on his hips. His goons know better than to ask about the slight limp in his gait or peeking bites just shy of his collar. Oh but his ever present smile appears more vivid after secretly meeting up with you.
The fights grow to be scripted if you know how Joker usually behaves. To the untrained eye it would seem like he's out to get you but that isn't quite that far from truth, though not in the sense of getting rid of you. He works off the adrenaline that rushes through his veins when he first catches wind of you closing in on him.
Setting off traps and goads you into taking a misstep. But when you inevitably catch him— which he wants you to, he's all smiles and giggles. Presenting himself so scandalously if he feels inclined to or putting up a bit of a fight just so you'd be rougher with him. He loves it when you manhandle him. Pushing him against the nearest surface and opening him up for you to ravage.
Spearing him onto your cock and pistoning in and out, he even preps himself beforehand. Lube and pre making it easy to set a fast pace right from the start. The wet sounds of skin meeting skin never fails to arouse him further. His neglected prick leaking and forming a puddle on the grimey ground below, twitching for any sort of stimulation.
You have his hands bound against his back, keeping him from using the wall to brace himself. The side of his face squished against the hardwood or brick if you're not feeling merciful. He's not one to withhold his complaints, sassy and impertinent even as you rearrange his insides.
By the time you've pumped him full his throat is raw, voice hoarse from all the choked moans and sobs. The excess dribbling down his thighs as you pull out, his puffy rim clenches weakly to keep it in.
He's too out of it to register the quick and unceremonious clean up before you go about your way. His pants rumpled and shirt untucked, his suit jacket draped over his shoulders in a half-hearted attempt to cover him. Still he crawls back to you over and over again. No matter how wrecked you leave him afterwards.
Yayy you write for the joker!! Tbh I don't have any preference to any specific media with him, comics, movies, shows etc I don't mind (you can chose if you have a preference to any of these!)
So I was thinking joker x gentle male topdom reader? Where joker wasn't really expecting reader to be as gentle as he is? Maybe reader's got a reputation for being ruthless/cruel. Something like a "mating hunt" going on between them that joker started first thinking he could get reader to loosen up a bit. And that ending in joker crying, overstimulated, clawing at reader because he's pretty sure if reader goes on like this joker's going to die (he's being a bit dramatic here)
﹂Contains: Joker being Joker, Gentle Top Reader, (Brat?) Sub!Joker, mentions of: kidnapping/capturing and detaining, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, slight degradation
It's eerily quiet...
The last of the green gas dispersed— only the bodies of a few grunts with permanent smiles on their faces was left as evidence of his little joke.
This was the third incident this week, it was starting to grate your nerves. Who does he think he is? Coming into your warehouses to make a mess of your businesses, exports and dealings.
There was only so much you could let slide before you had enough. Arrangements need to made or at least some type a deal.
It was dangerous territory, that much you knew. So, you weren't shocked to be greeted by a comically large pistol when you ran into the Joker.
"Oh, it's you," he nearly sounded disappointed. "I thought the Bat was on my tail already." His laugh is obnoxiously irking, especially with how careless he waves around the gun.
"So, what brings you to my humble abode?" How you'd enjoy smiting that wide grin off his face, but for the sake of civility you exercise restraint. "I'm sure you know why, clown."
And there he goes with his dramatics again, a hand over his heart as if your words had fatality wounded him. As if he'd ever feel an ounce of remorse or responsibility for the damages he caused.
This goes on for a few more moments. Joker seems adamant on not taking any blame or admission for his doings. Instead of lingering around long enough for a headache to make itself present you let him off with a warning— one he no doubt will ignore and brush off.
Which to no one's surprise, he did. It's as if he made it his personal goal to make your life complicated and littered with inconveniences.
Flaying around explosive throwing cards with his signature embedded on their faces, ruining yet another cargo shipment that arrived the following day.
Now, your not exactly known for being petty but when pushed so much you were bound to burst or at least retaliate. From capturing his goons and spoiling his plans before they get set into course to pursuing him in order to give him a light scare.
It's safe to say the Joker was given quite a few heart attacks from turning a corner and seeing you there. He'd spout curses and snarky remarks before making a break for it, you'd follow shortly after.
It became a long game of cat and mouse but eventually, you grew...bored.
He would run, you'd chase and so it had become routine. So much so that you began to predict where he'd run off to. Sometimes you'd hit the nail on the head, others— which surprisingly were few, you'd turn up empty handed.
Being left with few options, Joker started setting up traps and diversions to evade you. Much to your enjoyment the foolish clown and fell into one for behaving recklessly after spouting off some rather raunchy comments.
Circling around his bound form as he was strung up from his legs wasn't on your agenda for tonight, yet where's the harm in a little detour?
He kept wriggling and squirming like a hare caught in a snare. His blood pumping hot at the thought of what you might do to him now that he's at your mercy.
He would have pleaded to you, said some empty, insincere apologies or something; but all that came out was goading taunts.
He grew to regret those words the moment they left his mouth. You cut him down and unceremoniously dragged him to the center of the barren room. The way you looked down at him sent a shiver down his spine.
His ever-present smile faltered as you lectured him. Scolding him like a child while he pouted and threw a tantrum. And then he had the audacity to ask why? As if he hadn't made damages that costed you well over thousands of dollars.
You swear he heard him whimper when you gripped his jaw. The tension between you two was already palpable, thick as molasses and suffocating. Perhaps that's what finally pushed you over the edge.
His legs were quivering, aching as he fought to keep them spread for you. You hadn't stopped fisting his oversensitive cock, your palm glided so easily with all the cum.
The sweet praises and coos at how well he was doing made his heart flutter in a way it hasn't in a long time. He'd babble incoherently and you'd shush him with featherlight kisses along his neck, chest, or whatever skin you could get your mouth on.
You're being awfully benevolent. It keeps him on edge, waiting for you to lash out or at least deny him sweet release.
Yet you didn't.
If anything you pulled orgasm after orgasm out of him. He was starting to think he'd go insane, especially when you just got finished priming him.
The sound that left the Joker's lips was nothing short of pornographic. Mewling, moaning, even choked sobs would seep from him.
His cheeks were wet with tears, eyes shut tight as he desperately clung to you. Everything felt intense, "too much" but all to good to ask you to stop. He wrapped his legs around your waist, locking his ankles to keep you there.
His whole body shuddered as yet another wave of bliss over took him, mouth falling open with a low whine as you filled up his wet sopping heat.
You weren't done with him though, he was easy to maneuver and readjust. Utterly compliant and amendable as you deftly holstered his legs onto your shoulders. He could feel you in his throat in this position, plowing his insides and hitting all the right places that made his vision go blank.
That smile of his turned into a dopey grin, tongue lolled out with his eyes rolled back. If getting you worked up ended in this, he'd be sure to do it more often.
