: ONE-SHOT : Your bf works as one of Joker's goons, and one night the man himself pays you a surprise visit while you're alone

Warning ⚠️ This chapter contains mild smut.

-- 1st person POV --

Padding barefooted from the bathroom I collapse onto the couch and idly flip through the TV channels, searching for something to watch that isn't completely mind-numbing.

It's passed 2:00am and my sad excuse for a boyfriend is late again.

Well, what else should I expect from a criminal? I always knew that dating a wannabe-gangster had its pros and cons.
Though these days it's mostly been cons.

He's one of the many clown-goons that works for the notorious 'Clown Prince of Crime', the infamous Joker who pretty much runs Gotham's underworld ever since he shot Murray Franklin live on TV and started an uprising in the city.

Those had been scary times, but Joker himself was surprisingly easygoing.
Yeah, I've met the big guy himself on two separate occasions.
The fist time was at a club after they'd pulled-off a bank heist and the second time he actually came here, I've no idea why, and there was something deeply unsettling about the whole experience.

He prowled around the place like a big predatory cat, taking everything in as if he was a prospective client viewing a house for sale and eyeing me up like I came with it as part of the deal.

As much as I don't like it though, there is something undeniably sexy about the guy. I don't want to admit it, but he's attractive as well as intimidating, and I'll never forget the last thing he said to me...

"What's a nice girl like you doing wasting her time on a loser like that? You deserve better, kitty cat."

Taken aback, I'd fought to steady my breathing as he whispered those words close to my ear.

"A-and what do you mean by that?" I managed to croak. "What would you consider better?"

"Hm. That's an interesting question. One of these days....I might just have to show you."

Ugh. Even just thinking about it now makes my pulse speed up against my wishes.
I shouldn't be lusting after Joker, I'm already in a relationship, for what it's worth.
Which isn't a lot to be honest.

I never see much of the money my guy makes, as he spends it all on alcohol, drugs and lap dancers. But I've reached the point where I actually don't care that much anymore.
Hell, I'm only still with his sorry-ass because I can't face all the drama of a break-up. He can be a violent asshole at times, and even though I stand my ground I often wonder if he'd be capable of killing me when he's in one of his drunken rages.

Just then I hear the sound of the front door opening, and roll my eyes. Wondering what mood he'll be in. Will he be sober or not? What cheap perfume will he reek of.

Not bothering to get up, I wait for him to come staggering through the door.
But he doesn't.
Instead a voice calls out, a low, honeyed voice that fills my ears, and the owner might as well be running his fingers down my spine.

"Hey honey, daddy's home!"

Oh. My. God.

Jumping to my feet I tug awkwardly at the baggy tee that I'm wearing.
Shit, if I knew that 'he' would be stopping by again then I would've made more of an effort. I certainly wouldn't be flashing so much leg.

The living room door swings open and there he stands. Flamboyant suit lovingly clinging to his skinny-frame, making him look ludicrously sexy.

"I...I didn't realise you'd be coming." My eyes drift beyond him to the hallway, awaiting the arrival of my stupid other-half.

As if guessing what I'm waiting for, Joker steps inside and closes the door behind him. "Relax. It's just you and me (y/n). He won't be bothering us. In fact he won't be bothering you ever again."

I swallow hard as his words sink-in.
Holy shit. Does this mean he's...killed him?

"What have you done to him?"

Joker gives a shrill, mirthless laugh. "Ugh, I got rid of him. He was in the way, and honestly...I really didn't like the way he talked about you."

"W-why would that bother you?" I literally feel my jaw slackening, as he confesses his feelings to me.

"It bothered me because you're the most amazing woman I've ever met, and I've wanted you since the moment I saw you."

"What? You can't possibly--"

"Sure I can. I do." He says calmly, walking towards me now. "And I was tired of pretending that I didn't"

"But why me?"

"Why you? Seriously (y/n) do you not see yourself? You're stunning, sexy, and smart and....perfect. Besides, I know you want me too."

"Now just hang on a second!"

"Aw, come on kitty cat. Let's not play around. I can tell by the way you look at me."

He crowds me back, domineering me with his height as he places his hands flat against the wall either side of me, trapping me.

I'm like a mouse cornered by a snake, but unlike the mouse....I think I want to be caught.

"So, you gonna show daddy some love?" He grins crookedly, bringing a hand up to my face.

Languid heat gathers low in my belly and I try not to give in too willingly. I should at least put up some kind of fight. After all this has come as a bit of a shock.
It ain't every day Gotham's most wanted man admits to lusting after you.

"Listen, you can't just walk in here like you own the place! As if you own me and--mmm."

My words dissolve as suddenly his painted lips are on mine, his velvety tongue exploring my mouth, delving deeper, teasing and tempting.
I let out a small, helpless whimper and feel him smile against my lips.

"This is almost exactly how I imagined it, but better." He rasps against my throat as he trails hot kisses down my neck.

"Y-you imagined kissing me?"

He nods. "Oh I've imagined all kinds of stuff that I want to do to you."

Unable to fight it anymore, I fist my hands into the lapels on his jacket, pulling him flush to me and he responds immediately by pushing me up almost aggressively against the wall.

"Do you have any idea what you do to me (y/n)? Can you feel what you do to me? Hm?"

I can barely think straight due to the lustful haze that's fogging up my mind but I can definitely feel him, hard and needy as he presses his erection into the centre of my body.

"This is crazy..." I gasp. "...I don't even know you properly."

"True, kitten. But there's plenty of time for that. And hey, I don't expect you to go all the way right here and now. Just let me touch you. Please? I need to touch you."

I'm considering whether or not I should refuse, when all at once I find myself in his hands. His long fingers have slipped beneath the hem of my shirt and they're caressing my flesh with erotic enthusiasm. The rough pads of his thumbs rub over the sensitive nub of my nipples, and I almost swoon.

Oh God he feels amazing. He tastes amazing. Sweet, sinful and decadent.

"Do I turn you on, kitten?" He asks suddenly, then deliberately pushes his knee up between my thighs, lifting it until he feels the heat of my sex through his pants. "Can I make you want me as bad as I want you?"

"I...I..." I can't even answer. All brain power is lost.

His breath becomes uneven, all hot and racing in my mouth as he swallows my whimpers, relishing the pleasurable sounds he's drawing from my lips.
Surrendering myself to pure physical sensation, I tremble against his body as our kisses grow hungrier and more frantic, and now I'm aching for him with a burning, desperate need.

"I do want you." I confess shakily.

I'm still recovering from the shock of having him touching me so intimately, when he pushes up my shirt, lowers his head, and envelops as much of my breast into his warm mouth as he can.

Holy shit.

I can scarcely breathe, I think I've forgotten how to. All I can do is feel, as his painted lips devour my flesh, suckling, licking and even nipping gently at my nipple, which has stiffened beneath his tongue.

Once he's satisfied, he turns his attention to my other breast and repeats his actions, not stopping until my skin gleams with his saliva and my breasts swell with arousal. Small bruises already forming where he's marked me as his.

By the time he's done, my entire body is shaking and I'm more than happy to be his. He can have anything he wants from me. He can have it all.

"Are you wet for me?" He purrs, and I instinctively clamp my trembling thighs together, feeling embarrassed "No need to be shy, baby. I'll be gentle, I promise."

Unperturbed, he runs a large palm up and along my bare leg, tracing circles on my inner thigh which makes me jitter due to the sensitivity of his touch.

"Did he touch you like this?" He asks as he slides an impatient hand inside my panties.
I shake my head in response, and my eyes almost roll back into my head as his curious fingers glide along my opening. Feeling for the forbidden flesh. Teasing me with slow, concentrated strokes. "Does this feel good?"

"Y-yes!"

Moving in a gentle but firm circular motion, the sensation of his fingers expertly rubbing against my swollen clit makes me writhe around uncontrollably.
But his other hand holds me pinned in place, so that I can't escape the pleasure.

His touch burns right through me, threatening to reduce me to a flaming pile of ashes.
My heart is in my mouth, as he's suddenly easing a long finger inside of me, carefully sinking into my wet, warm heat, until it's immersed right up to the knuckle.

"Shit, you're so wet for me." He grins salaciously, as he slowly pulls back out then repeats the motion again, and again.

The muscles in my thighs tense and I quiver like a virgin that's never been touched, but still he holds onto me firmly. He is strong, so strong but completely controlled, as he steadily increases the rhythm, making my hips involuntarily buck against his hand.

"Oh God!" I gasp, feeling the sensual tightening deep and low, as the pleasure overwhelms me like nothing I've ever experienced.

He smirks wickedly, his eyes brazen and alive and filled with lust. "Say my name (y/n) I wanna hear you say it."

"J-Joker."

"Louder."

"JOKER!"

"Good girl."

His actions are not rough, hurried or clumsy. He is precise, gentle yet firm and seems to know exactly how to whip a girl up into a frenzy and reduce them to a trembling wreck.
So much for my ex saying Joker was a virgin. I can't believe the guy has had no sexual experience, he's way too good at this.

Feeling certain that I'm going to snap under the pressure of the tightening, I quite forget myself and grind against his hand, seeking further friction.

And then all at once, he slows , deliberately delaying my climax. "Hey, take it easy kitty cat. What's the hurry?"

I whimper, torn with conflicting emotions. I need release, yet the thought of this being over is agonising. I never want him to stop exploring my body like this.

"You gotta ask daddy nicely for what you want."

"P-please.."

He shakes his head. "Not like that (y/n). I said, Ask. Daddy."

"Pleeease...daddy."

Bringing his face closer, his breath feathers my ear as his voice drops to little more than a harsh whisper, making goosebumps rise on my skin.

"That's better. Now I'm going to make you cum, baby girl. Are you ready?"

I squeal as he picks up the pace again, relentlessly sliding his long digit in and out of my pooling core, whilst ensuring to rub the pad of his thumb against that most secret sweet-spot, working me towards the height of all pleasures.

"Go on kitten. Cum for your daddy. That's it. Yes! Just like that!"

Against my wishes, my eyes flicker shut. My breath is coming out in small pants, making my throat painfully dry. It takes every ounce of self-restraint to keep from moaning uncontrollably, but then the sweet tension that's been building erupts in an enormous, tingling rush.

I let out a strangled cry as the wave of euphoria washes over me. Threads of pure pleasure ripple through my body, making me shudder violently.

Joker momentarily closes  his eyes, revelling in the sensation of my walls convulsing around his finger.

"That's my girl." He husks, before slowly withdrawing  his hand and unfurling his tongue and licking his finger. "Mm. And uh, who's your daddy now?"

Panting for breath, I somehow manage to form the words to answer him.

"Y-you are definitely my daddy, Joker."