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Black Snake Moan, Joker x Reader

Ask: Could u please write a NSFW smut where reader teases joker and flirts with like one of his henchmen just to make him mad and then joker puts reader in her place and makes her know who she belongs too?!?!! Just really bratty reader with a kinky dom clown daddy joker 😩💦. Thankyou I LOVE YOUR WRITING!!! 💖

Warnings: Cursing, smut

Pairing: Joker x Reader

A/N: Hope you like this! I loved writing it!

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The week had been going by painfully slow. Excitement was at an all-time low, even law enforcement hadn’t been making much noise. There was almost nothing to do, nothing to discuss in Joker’s midweek meeting, and it was driving you insane.

Even Joker himself had been eerily quiet. Normally he was full of life, full of excitement, he could always make a boring day fun. But there he sat at his makeshift desk in the dingy warehouse building, looking down at a few papers, paying you no attention.

And of course he had insisted, with you being his right-hand woman, you were to be with him at all times. So you sat in front of the desk reading a book, legs draped over the uncomfortable wooden chair, trying to get into it. The book itself was interesting enough, but your sex drive had been unusually high the past week and since Joker was too occupied in his mind he hadn’t noticed. Maybe he had noticed, maybe he was just too in his head to do anything about it.

You sat the book in your lap and glared at him, pondering how to get a rise out of him.

Sighing loudly, you bookmarked your page and slid the book onto his desk. He didn’t look up, of course, his eyes were still locked on the papers in front of him. What the hell was he doing, anyway? You leaned forward and saw he was going through his inventory. Some of his workers, or as he teasingly called them, his ‘henchmen’, reported they needed more Remmington ammunition and gun oil. It was his duty to send out recruits to get the supplies they needed since he had to sign off on it all. 

Maybe when your little ‘business’ became larger, he would have someone else to do it.

Hell, you could do it now. But Joker insisted that you never get your hands dirty doing things such as that, so if they got busted, there would be no trace of you. It was kind, but very, very restricting. Why were you his right-hand woman anyways? In most ways, you were basically an assistant, a very limited assistant at that. 

“You wanna take a break, sweetie?” You asked as you raised your feet to his desk, hoping to catch his eye. Joker had a thing for your feet, but not in an overly sensual way. He liked when you got pedicures, he loved giving foot rubs, it was a kind of domestic thing to him. Seeing you all pampered and clean made him feel a little less stressed.

But he didn’t even glance up, only giving you a half-assed grunt. You took it as a no.

“Well, I’m a little bored.” You continued on, flexing your toes in a pathetic attempt to get his attention. “Give me something to do.”

In any other situation, he would have glanced up, given you a devious smirk and beckoned you to slide under his desk and help him relieve some tension. But still, nothing.

You were about to turn up the heat and demand attention but one of his favorite goons, a young man named Jesse who had just turned twenty-five, walked into the room. He finally looked up from his desk and you felt a twinge of anger that Jesse could so easily get his attention, but you, the so-called ‘love of his life’, couldn’t.

“Ah, Jesse.” Joker leaned back in his chair and wrung his fingers together. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”

Jesse, wanting to do nothing else but please his boss, walked forward until he stood next to you and beamed. “Well, uh, Sir. I’m happy to tell you that Jeremiah and I got our hands on some top-secret files from the Wayne household.” 

“The ones I wanted?” Joker was suddenly in a much better mood, his eyes wide, a huge smile on his face. You wished you could have made him smile like that.

“Yes, Sir.” Jesse mirrored his smile and took out the folded papers from the inside of his Carhartt coat, handing them over to his boss. 

“Good work Jesse!” You stood from your chair, slipping your feet back into your sandals. Joker paid no mind as he scanned over the inked letters, mouthing the words to himself as he read. “You’re my favorite for a reason!” 

His face lit up as you praised him, it wasn’t often that Joker’s girl gave out compliments. The fact that you were paying him such special praise sent him sky-high with pride. “Thank you so much, ma’am.” He smiled as you took his face in your hands, rubbing your thumbs over your cheek. 

“Oh, don’t call me that.” Your plan was working. Joker finally was paying you attention, he had looked up the moment you touched Jesse in such an intimate way. “I’m your age, silly.”

Jesse continued to smile and dare I say blush, not sure how to handle the attention from a superior such as yourself. Joker was quick to hand out compliments, praise, and affectionate touches such as a clap on the back or a squeeze of the shoulder. But you?

You rarely ever did such things.

Not that you thought of yourself as too good for that, not at all. You just had never been the kind of person to do such a thing. You were the type of person to give a proud smile or a nod across the room, but you had never, ever, given direct affirmation, and definitely had never touched one of his ‘henchmen’ in that manner.

“Give me some sugar, sweetheart.” You smiled up at him turned your face so he could kiss your cheek, which he did without hesitation. He knew that one who hesitates, disintegrates. Especially with the monarch of the business. 

After his lips left your cheek you giggled and gave him a pat on the face. “Such a good boy, and so handsome too. How did we find you?” You almost felt guilty when you saw how bright his smile was and how he leaned into your warm hand. “Alright, you’re dismissed, I’m sure you have very important things to do.” You made your voice as sweet as possible, knowing that behind you Joker was boiling in his own skin. 

“Thank you,” Jesse almost said the word ‘ma’am’ again but stopped himself short. “Thank you, if you need anything, I’ll, I’ll, uh, I’ll be downstairs.” He left a stuttering, blushing mess, almost tripping over his two feet on the way out. Once the door closed you sat back down in your seat and picked up your book like nothing had happened.

You didn’t have to look at Joker to know you had driven him crazy. 

At first, he tried to act like nothing was wrong. He tried to force himself to focus on the new information, but as hard as he tried, he couldn’t push the images of Jesse kissing your cheek out of his mind. The damn look on the kids face, the way his cheeks reddened, it was the way you had made him look the first time you met. 

Joker cringed at the thought and ran his hands through his hair, letting out a groan as he pushed himself back in his chair. This time though, it was your turn to ignore his obvious grasps for attention. 

You flipped a page in your book, your brain not taking in the words at all. Your heart was beating far too fast for you to even try to read. You were just pretending at that point. It was enough to convince Joker, thankfully, and it was enough to frustrate him further.

“What the hell was that?” He finally broke the silence, crossing his arms across his chest.

You looked up from your book with a look of innocence on your face. “What, sweetie?”

His jaw clenched, the strain in his muscles extremely visible. The sight of it sent chills down your spine, the fact that he was staring you down across the table intensified it all. “You’re playing coy, and I don’t like it.” 

“Playing coy about what?” Your sentence slowly faded as Joker stood up from his chair and rounded the desk, standing in front of you within a few quick seconds. 

He kneeled down in front of you, running his hands up your legs. Your breath caught in your throat but you fought to remain nonchalant about it all, looking down at him with an even stare. As if you weren’t phased by the way his hands slid up your skirt. “Is it because I’m not giving you enough attention?” He muttered, not breaking eye contact. He battled with you as he ran his fingers over the skin on your thighs, almost winning the staring contest when the tips of his fingers dipped between them and barely brushed against the fabric of your panties. 

But you continued to stare him down.

“I don’t know what you mean-”

He had enough at that point, his body slipping up against yours, his right knee planted between your thighs so it was resting on the wooden seat of your chair. You lost the contest and closed your eyes the moment his knee pressed against your pathetically wet center. 

His hand grabbed your throat when your eyes fluttered shut and he leaned against your ear, his breath hot and ragged. “You know exactly what I mean. And so do I. I know I’ve been busy, and I know you’re the kind of girl who needs attention round the clock. Or else she goes… crazy.”

He was exactly right, he knew you so well. You let out a breath and he left a kiss on the side of your jaw, right under your ear. “I haven’t been giving you enough attention, have I?”

“No, you haven’t.” Your voice was hoarse under the grasp of his hand, but it was understandable. 

Joker hummed and kissed right under your jaw. “I should apologize for that, but I think,” Another kiss, lower on your neck now. “I should show you who you belong to, first.”

God, yes. Finally. Your plan worked perfectly. You picked your feet up out of your sandals and raised them over his hips, pulling him higher against you. 

You wanted nothing more than for him to show you who you belonged to, and he was happy to oblige. 

He planted more kisses on your neck before dipping below the neck of your shirt, moving the fabric with his face so he could kiss the freshly exposed skin. 

Suddenly, by the grasp on your neck, he pulled you out of the chair and switched positions with you. You were too stunned to comprehend what happened, but when you came to your senses your eyes focused on his cock. He was sitting in the chair you were in only a few seconds ago, his right hand stroking his cock, slow and sweet. Your mouth watered.

You couldn’t hold back. You leaned up on your knees and took him into your mouth, almost gasping at the absolute size of him. No matter how many times you’d fuck him or suck him off, his girth continued to surprise you. You missed these intimate moments so much.

He had missed it too, obviously, because he tossed his head back and groaned. His hands found their way to your hair and helped you bob your head on his length. “Fuck.” Something about the way he cursed sent you into a spiral. Hearing him curse was nothing new to you, but when you first met Arthur he had rarely cursed in front of you. When he became Joker it was like an entirely new dictionary opened to him. 

You slipped your hand between your thighs, trying to be discreet. Apparently, it wasn’t too discreet, because he noticed almost immediately.

“Did I say you could touch yourself?” The low rumble of his feral voice startled you and you looked up at him, swirling your tongue around his head in an attempt to distract him from his earlier discovery. He moaned at the feeling, his eyes fluttering shut for a moment. You hoped your distraction would work but once he gained his bearings he looked back down to you. “No, not yet. Put your hands on my knees.”

You rolled your eyes but did as he said. He noticed that as well and his grip tightened in your hair. “Something wrong?” He growled, ignoring your muffled yelp. 

You slipped your mouth off of his cock with a lewd pop, shaking your head. “No, nothing’s wrong.” Maybe the sass was evident in your voice because he narrowed his eyes. He waited a beat, staring you down, before he finally broke and stood up. 

“Over the table.” It wasn’t a request or a demand, because as he spoke he moved your body for you, guiding you to his desk. Your panties were tugged down to your knees and then he was hunched over your body, his head right beside yours. 

“Oh, fuck.” You panted, his harsh and quick movements sending a new set of pleasurable waves through you. Something about him being rough with you… you couldn’t explain it. You closed your eyes when his cock rubbed against your folds, teasingly slow. A moan rumbled through your throat and you arched your back, hoping if he felt you moving against his cock he would finally fuck you and give you what you’d been craving all week. “Come on, fuck me. I need it. And I know you do too.”

Joker chuckled, low and gritty, before finally pushing himself into you. You both moaned at the same time, he tossed his head back, his hair falling back from his face. If you had seen his face at that moment you would have came. He looked so fucking beautiful, eyes closed in bliss, lips slightly parted. 

It wasn’t slow. As soon as he pushed his entire length into you, he began fucking you with reckless abandon. Slamming his hips into yours, if it wasn’t for the desk being as heavy as it was, it would have slid across the floor. 

“God, just like that.” You hissed through clenched teeth, your hands gripping the sides of the desk to stay upright. “Just like that.” He was fucking you exactly how you needed it. Hard and fast, without a pinch of mercy. 

His right hand slid up your back and he grabbed a handful of your hair, grabbing a generous fistful before he yanked. You gasped as your head was snapped upwards, and at the same time, he fucked you harder. You couldn’t breathe. Every thrust knocked another breath from your lungs, 

“Daddy’s gonna fill you up.” He leaned back down so he was level with your body, his teeth grazing the nape of your neck. You moaned in response and he pulled your hair, moving your neck to the side so he could get a better angle. He sank his teeth into the skin on the side of your neck, biting down so hard you could feel your muscles being pinched. You wanted to move away, the pain being almost too much, but his jaw was set and there was no moving away from him. Especially when he was about to come.

He didn’t say anything else as his hips snapped forward, his thrusts which were once in a steady rhythm quickly becoming the complete opposite. 

Joker moaned into your skin, his teeth still set around your neck. He moaned as he came inside you, his hands moving from your hair to your hips. He held you down firmly on the desk as he fucked his last bit of cum into you.

Your pussy clenched around him and you moved your hand between your legs to force your own orgasm, your fingers moving expertly against your clit. You finally came, just as he was pulling out, singing out a symphony of moans and cries. 

He released your neck and stood back, almost stumbling as he all but fell into your chair. You turned just in time to see him running a hand through his sweaty hair, right before he put his softening cock back into his pants. He gave you a lazy smirk, his eyes flickering from yours to your panties, which were still around your ankles. While he was looking at them, a slow trickle of his cum leaked down the inside of your thigh, and suddenly his soft cock wasn’t so soft anymore. He looked back up at your face, grinning when he saw how red and sweaty you were.

“How was that?” He asked, loosening the neck of his shirt.

“Perfect.” You hummed and kicked off your panties before walking over to him, sliding into his lap. You looked down at his face, noticing how the greasepaint had worn off near his forehead from his sweat. You were going to say something about him needing a touch-up, but when you moved your hips to get more comfortable on him, you felt how hard he had gotten. “Already?” You teased, locking eyes with him. You caught his mischievous glint and you laughed, tilting your head back as you did so.  

You rose from his lap and slipped your sandals on, making sure you maintained eye contact the whole time. When you were done you stood up, walking past him, and gave him a pat on the shoulder. “Well, you’ll just have to catch me, first.”

Honey, Arthur Fleck x Reader

Ask: Please please please can you write a oneshot of arthur and rich!reader meeting through a mutual friend and she absolutely spoils him with money and gifts and food and anything he'd ever need? With kind of a kinky undertone? Like he's her sugar baby even though he's like way older than her. She just absolutely takes care of him in every way, just wants to tie him up and make him cum and then take him out for a fancy dinner and buy him pretty things ok thank u for reading this mess

Warnings: Cursing, smut, implied mommy kink.

Pairing: Arthur Fleck x Reader

A/N: So.. I went a little overboard with this. I didn’t even realize how long it was until I finished. Your request just gave me so much muse! I loved writing this so much. I’m going to put a border on this one, because of how long it is. Don’t want to take up your entire dash!

He was too well dressed. 

Arthur knew it as soon as his friend arrived, well, could he really call him a friend? He was more of a coworker, they’d only talked once before he invited Arthur to… whatever this was. Why was he invited? It surely wasn’t just to hang out. No one found Arthur interesting enough to invite out, they never had.

Wilfredo walked down the hall wearing a simple pair of blue jeans and a black hoodie, drawing attention to Arthur’s own outfit. A pair of black dress pants and a button-up white shirt, tucked in, of course. He looked down awkwardly and pulled a cigarette from his pants pocket to try and ease his freshly agitated nerves.

“Looking sharp, my man.” Wilfredo smiled when he reached him, clapping him on the shoulder with a friendly squeeze. Arthur tried not to slink away from his touch and lit his cigarette. “How long you been here? You knocked yet?”

Arthur shook his head and took a long pull. “Five minutes.” He lied, blowing out the smoke away from his face. He’d been there at least twenty minutes, standing in front of the unfamiliar apartment door and staring at the chipped paint. Inside he could hear a few people talking but it was too muffled to make out.

“You could have gone in man, I told them you’d be with me.” As he knocked on the door Arthur continued pondering why the fuck he was there, he wasn’t fooling anyone, not even himself. He’d much rather be at home watching T.V with his mother. 

“Hey, why did you invite me?” Arthur spoke flatly, taking his cigarette up to his lips. He narrowed his eyes while he took a drag, not wanting the smoke to get into his eyes.

“I can tell you been stressed lately, Art. I know it’s not easy trying to make a living doing what we do, every once in awhile it’s good to hang out and have a few beers.” It seemed genuine enough, Arthur was almost touched, he couldn’t remember the last real friend he’d actually had. A true friend, not someone who claimed to be his friend to get what they wanted.

“One second!” Someone inside shouted.

Arthur put his cigarette out, sticking the half-smoked length back into his pack. So, have a few beers? Sure, he could do that. A drink or two and then he could go home. 

The door opened and Wilfredo was quickly wrapped in the embrace of a freakishly tall man. Arthur furrowed his brows and looked up at him, trying to guess how tall he was. At least seven feet. 

“It’s been too long brother, come inside.”

The room smelled like cigarettes, alcohol, and jasmine. Arthur cleared his throat as he walked in, trying to make out the faces in the darkness. A T.V sat in the corner of the room, playing some new horror movie everyone had been raging about. His eyes adjusted and he saw a woman on the couch nursing a beer, she was watching the movie so intently she didn’t even notice someone new had arrived.

Two girls in the kitchen, a blonde who looked like she was one beer short of a six-pack and a girl with box-black hair trying to open a bottle of wine. She was struggling with the bottle and the blonde wasn’t helping, too drunk to properly hold it while the other popped the cork out.

Before he was even introduced to the tall man the two girls in the kitchen squealed, dropping what they were doing to run to the door, pushing past Arthur in the process. He turned to see what the hell was so exciting. 

“Oh, Duckie, Cassie, I’ve missed you girls.” 

He couldn’t see the newcomer so he turned back to Wilfredo.

“That’s (Y/N),” Wilfredo said and led Arthur to the couch, picking up two beers on the way. “She buys ‘em whatever the hell they want and they kiss her ass for it.” Arthur sensed a hint of repulsion in his voice but said nothing, hoping he would continue on his own. “I love that girl but damn, she does too much for them.”

While Wilfredo began speaking of the film on T.V Arthur took a second to glance your way.

You were so pretty. You stood with grace, this elegance about you that demanded attention from everyone in the room. Even the brunette beside him who had been watching the movie. 

Duckie, the blonde, must have said something funny because you laughed suddenly and planted a kiss on her head. Your laugh could be compared to the light whisper of bells or an antique wind chime, the sound of a spoon tinkling against a champagne glass requesting attention at dinner. It would be a horrible lie to say Arthur wasn’t already enchanted with you.

The tall man was introduced to him as Jackson, or as everyone in the room called him, Tall-Jack. He was six foot nine exactly, an older black man with history in his eyes that needed to be told. Arthur would have liked to hear his stories.

“And here’s (Y/N),” Tall-Jack said as you finally parted from the two girls and came to the living room. “She’s as sweet as cherry pie and smells just as nice.”

“Nice to meet you.” You put on a smile and held your hand out to the stranger, taking in his features. He was dressed nicely for such a small affair, you appreciate that. You always dressed your best, as you were now, wearing a slim pink dress that ended at your knees and a rather unnecessary black fur coat. Your jewelry was a whole different story, you loved the way diamonds sparkled so you always went a bit overboard. A diamond necklace, two diamond rings, dangling diamond earrings and an anklet of the same. It’s not like anyone could blame you, if they had the money you did surely they’d be the same way.

Duckie and Cassie both had milked you of what they could, they were wearing their successions. Matching pearl necklaces for both of them and dainty diamond earrings. You loved them to death but knew they were mostly using you for your money. It was hard to turn them down though when they called you crying, showing up at your house with tears in their eyes. 

You were a pushover to people in need. Something inside you just wanted to take care of them like a mother would, you’d always been like that. Caring and nurturing to those who needed it, expecting nothing in return. You couldn’t help it.

“Hi,” Arthur took your hand and shook it, his eyes darting down to the expensive rings on your fingers. “Nice to meet you too.” He didn’t exactly stumble over his words but they sure as hell didn’t come out smoothly.

“So, you know Wilfredo?” You asked and sat on the coffee table in front of them, taking a beer that Cassie had brought you. “Thank you, darling.”

“Uhm, yeah.” He watched the interaction, how the two girls acted like you were some kind of royalty. “We, uh, we work together.”

“Oh!” You raised your brows as you took a sip from the cold glass bottle. “Do you? That’s interesting. You’re a party clown too?”

He shrugged, grateful that Tall-Jack and Wilfredo had started a conversation of their own, it meant fewer eyes on him. “Kind of. What do you do?”

“I’m a manager for a few different BMX riders. I do the promotion and sales, set up interviews.” 

Arthur’s eyes widened and he leaned forward, now very interested. “Wow, I don’t know anyone who does anything that interesting.” He gaped, hands clasped under his chin. “So, you travel a lot?”

“Oh, you have no idea. I go everywhere they go, it was hard to make it here but I manage.” You laughed and took another sip of beer, licking your lips. Your glittery lipgloss left marks around the rim of the bottle.

You and Arthur talked with each other the entire night. You mostly talked about your job, the places you’d been and the people you managed. He was one of the only people you’d met besides Tall-Jack and Jennifer, the brunette on the couch beside Arthur, that actually listened to you. He breathed in every word you spoke and watched you with all of his attention, not looking away or interrupting you once.

“Oh, god, look at the time.” Jennifer broke your conversation, prompting you to look down at your watch. 

“Wow! I should get going.” You stood from the coffee table and dusted off the back of your dress, picking up the fourth bottle of beer you’d opened. “Jack, darling, thank you for a wonderful night. I needed it.”

Arthur panicked as you said your goodbyes, he wanted to know so much more about you, he wanted to see you again, he wanted your number-

“You want to walk back with us?” You asked your new friend, looking down at him with a warm smile. 

He looked up and nodded, eyes flickering between you and Jennifer. “Yeah, sure. Uhm,” As he stood he looked to Wilfredo, shutting his mouth when he saw he was blacked out on the loveseat. Cassie, the girl with short black hair, was no better than him, sitting in the kitchen with her head on the table and seven beer bottles next to her.

“You’re leaving already?” Duckie pouted and followed you to the door, it was quite obvious she wanted something from you. Arthur cringed at the sight of it, she looked so desperate. Wilfredo’s words echoed in his head. 

“Yes, sweetie, you know how it is.” You reached the door and turned to her, planting both your hands on her shoulders. The way her face dropped made your heart ache.

Arthur and everyone else in the room knew it was an act. He watched with disgust as you promised to take her out soon and buy her a few new outfits. 

Jennifer rolled her eyes, something that didn’t go by unnoticed by Arthur. He snorted and looked away, waiting for you to finish your interaction. 

“Bye guys, it was so nice seeing you all again.” You said when Duckie finally let your arm go. 

“Bye cherry pie!” Tall-Jack waved you off, saying something about how he did this every Friday night.

When Arthur finally got outside the room he felt like he could breathe again. Seeing you get taken advantage of like that made his stomach churn. You deserved better.

“Why do you do that for her?” Jennifer asked as the three of you made your way out of the apartment building. “Her and Cassandra. They’re like leeches.”

You sighed, knowing she was right. “It’s not like I’m buying them houses. I like doing nice things for people. If you’d let me I’d decorate your neck too.”

Arthur walked slightly behind, watching the two of you talk, letting himself be invisible so he could hear your voice go on without his own ruining it. You sounded so pretty, it would be a shame to let his voice pollute the air you blessed.

After you walked Jennifer home you turned to Arthur, realizing he hadn’t spoke the entire time. “Where do you stay?” You asked as he pulled out a cigarette. You reached forward and plucked it from his fingers, almost laughing at how surprised he looked. “These will kill you, you know. Don’t smoke that.” You tsked and handed it back to him, appreciating how he stuck it back in the pack. 

You liked that he listened to you. 

“I’m uh,” He looked behind you, biting his bottom lip. Should he tell you that he lived in the complete opposite direction? What would you think knowing he had walked all the way to the other side of town just to be with you?

“You live that way? Let me walk you home.” You used your hand to guide him in the right direction. 

“Oh, you don’t have to.” He spoke shyly, suddenly feeling exposed. No one had ever gone out of their way for him, it was always the other way around. Always. 

“No, darling, I want to.” You smiled at him with your hand still on his shoulder, you decided to give him a soft squeeze of comfort. He was so sweet you had instantly felt the need to treat him the way you did your girls, you wanted to spoil him with gifts and make him smile. 

On the way back to his apartment your arm somehow found its way around his shoulders, something neither of you said anything about. He didn’t slink away from your touch so you kept your arm there, pulling him closer.

He savored every step, discreetly nuzzling his face into the fur of your sleeve. You smelt like honeysuckle and oranges, it reminded him of a childhood he didn’t have. While you walked in comfortable silence he allowed himself to pretend it would never end, that your arm would always be around him, keeping him safe, and it would always smell so beautiful. 

As you arrived at his apartment you could sense his mood had changed, his shoulders slumped slightly and he walked slower. He didn’t want to go home and you knew it.

“This it?” You stopped with him at the front doors, sliding your arm off his shoulders. He was visibly disappointed but you couldn’t hold him forever, no matter how much you both wanted.

“Yeah.” He sighed, looking through the glass doors with dread. “Thanks for walking me back, you didn’t have to.”

You grabbed his hands in yours, they felt so cold and frail compared to how warm and inviting yours were. He melted. 

“I wanted to, sweetie.” You smiled and rubbed your thumbs over the back of his hand, not missing the slight squeeze he gave you. “Is it okay if I call you that?”

Arthur closed his eyes at how soft and warm your voice sounded, it almost hurt. No one had ever spoken to him like that. “Yeah.”

You hummed and looked at his face, taking in the expression of sadness and longing. You’d seen it so many times before and your instincts so desperately wanted to take over and wrap him in your arms. “Okay, sweetie. You ever need anything call me, okay?” You reached in your purse and took out your planner, it was pink and had your name in gold cursive on the front. You tore out a page, the tear so clean it made Arthur wonder how you could do literally everything with such grace and perfection. You wrote out your number and folded the paper, careful not to smudge the ink. 

“What would I need?” He chuckled and took the paper, slipping it in the back pocket of his pants. 

“Well, if you need someone to talk to. I’m busy most days and I’m not home a lot, but when I am I’ll let you know. You can come over for a drink.”

He nodded and resisted the urge to light a cigarette, instead licking his lips. You were so nice, what was the catch? There had to be a catch, he knew it. No one was this nice for no reason.

“Promise you’ll call?” You teased with a smile when he left you in silence. 

He looked at your soft, glittery, pink lips, wanting so badly to taste them. “Yeah. I mean, yes. I promise.” He hated how silly he sounded, but in time he’d learn to love it. He just needed time.

“Good.” Satisfied you leaned forward and pressed a gentle kiss on his forehead, leaving the slightest shimmer of pink on his skin. You had a few inches on him because of your heels, but as soon as they came off you knew he’d be much taller than you. They were your tallest pair anyways, leaving you taller than most people. You found that people took you seriously when you were taller or as tall as them, it was a necessity in the business world. 

***

As promised, Arthur called. He called the night of to make sure he had the right number, resulting in a surprisingly long conversation about fruit. He went to bed that night with a smile on his face and cherries on his mind.

The workweek for him was awful. Worse than awful. Monday he had coffee thrown on him, Tuesday someone stole his red clown nose, Wednesday he got a complaint from the shoe store he’d been advertising for, they said he was scaring away customers with his laughter. It wasn’t his fault. Some kid had been teasing him and he had a fit of laughter, making the situation so much worse. The kid fed off of the anxiety and kept going. Thursday his boss told him off for something that wasn’t even his fault, and Friday, Friday was the breaking point.

A group of teenage girls thought it would be hilarious to make a scene, taunting him with their words and going as far as touching him, grabbing at his arms and saying something about him being skinny. He didn’t remember everything. All he knew was that he wanted to see you.

“Happy, you’re home early,” Penny said as soon as he walked in the door, straining from her spot on the loveseat to see him. “Did you check-”

“Yes, mom.” He cut her off as he went to the phone with one thing on his mind. “Nothing. There was nothing.”

She rambled on about the usual but he tuned her out, dialing your number he had memorized. You probably wouldn’t pick up but he could leave a message-

“Hello, this is (Y/N) speaking.” Your voice caught him off guard, he expected the answering machine. 

He didn’t plan on you picking up. He swallowed and fought for the words to say, leaving you both in silence. 

“Hello?”

“Hi, it’s Arthur.” He choked out and grasped at the collar of his shirt, trying to loosen it. “Are you home?”

“Arthur! Hi sweetie, yes, I’m home.” You sounded so heavenly he felt a little better the more you spoke. You almost sounded happy to hear from him.

“Could I see you?” 

“Who is that?” Penny asked, curious as to who he would be seeing. As far as she knew he had no friends.

***

“Of course you can.” You cooed into the receiver and made your way through your house, you had just gotten home from an interview in New York. It was your biggest client, he was about to compete in freestyle competition in California and the press were up your ass for content.

He was Dennis McCoy, on team Haro, one of the biggest names in the industry, so you had been very busy lately. But you always had time for your friends, you made time for them. 

“Do you want me to come get you?” You asked as you set down the large folder of posters you’d just picked up. 

“No, I can walk.”

“Honey, I’m on the other side of town. Let me come get you.” 

After a while of back and forth he gave in and you drove to get him. Once he was in your car he wouldn’t shut up about how you didn’t have to get him, how he really could have just walked. 

“Have you had dinner yet?” You cut him off as you drove down the crowded street, having to stop often because of the traffic and people walking in the road. 

“Uh,” He inhaled at your question, his rambling had left him breathless. “Yeah, I had a little.” It was a complete lie. He hadn’t eaten at all that day. His medications often left him with little to no appetite, taking its obvious toll on his already skinny form. 

You looked at him and raised a brow. “Are you lying to me, Arthur?” 

He looked at you and prepared to shake his head, but when he saw the look in your eye he knew he couldn’t lie. It was like you were an authority figure, but not like his boss. He actually liked you, and if he was honest, he liked the thought of you telling him what to do. “Yes. I’m sorry, I-”

“Don’t lie to me, sweetie.” You stopped him and looked back to the road, running through the restaurants local to you. “What do you like? There's a steakhouse nearby, a seafood bar, this great Italian place near where I live.”

“Italian sounds nice.” 

You settled on Italian, glad he chose that option. It was one of the nicer places to eat, you and your clients ate there often when discussing business.

Arthur felt a little out of place in the fancy restaurant. Everyone was dressed so nice, they all looked like models. He thought you looked like you belonged there, wearing a gorgeous black dress with a pink suede jacket. You had on a different necklace, a dainty gold chain with some sort of pearl pendant. Pearl earrings. Those same diamond rings.

He looked down at his faded blue jeans and cringed. At least he showered.

“How was your week?” You asked over dinner, watching him pick at his food. He had only taken a few bites of his pasta, but he had finished two cups of water. At least he was drinking. 

When you asked the question he winced, looking down at his food as the memories of the week came crashing back. “It was fine. How was yours? Tell me about it.”

You eyed him with suspicion but told him about your week, about the interview and the new posters that your graphic designer made. He listened intently, as always, smiling and nodding. You’d told many people about your line of work but none of them listened the way he did, not even Jennifer. It felt so good to finally have someone that was actually interested in you, there had been so many Duckie’s and Cassie’s in your life you’d lost count. 

“Is it stressful?” He asked after you finished your plate, he hadn’t even noticed but when you were talking he had been absentmindedly eating. He had about half of his meal gone and he felt full for the first time in forever, and he wasn’t even nauseous. There was something about you that had slowly changed things about him without him even noticing.

“Sometimes. But I love my job. It’s worth it.” You answered with a smile. “You ready then?”

It took a moment for him to realize what you meant, but then the waitress slipped the bill on the table and he nodded. “Oh, yeah, uhm.” He reached in his pocket to grab his wallet.

“Don’t even think about it.” You stopped him, using your firm voice, and pulled your wallet from your purse. 

Arthur blushed as you paid the bill, half of him feeling guilty and ashamed but the other half enjoying the feeling of being taken care of. It was something his mother never did for him, she had never taken care of him the way you were. Buying him dinner, making sure he ate, chiding him on his smoking just like a mother should.

The waitress left and came back with his leftovers wrapped up in tinfoil, it looked overly fancy and somewhat unnecessary. But that’s how it was in the world of the rich, fancy and unnecessary. 

You took him back to your house. As soon as he walked through the door his jaw dropped, it looked like a mansion to him. 

He was adorable. 

“Sit down, make yourself at home.” You took the leftovers from his hands, making sure to brush your fingers over his. “I’ll put these up and get us a drink. Do you like wine?”

“Yes. Thank you.” 

You went to the kitchen and put away his food, pouring two glasses of your favorite red wine. You came back to the living room to see him sitting on your couch, admiring the centerpiece on your glass coffee table. It was a gold statue of a GT bike, one of your clients gave it to you after they won a competition for the team.

“Here you go, sweetie.” You sat next to him on the couch, maybe a little too close. Your thighs touched and your shoulders gently grazed his. “So, you want to tell me how your week really was?”

He watched you lean back, your arm gracefully laying across the top of the couch. Should he really tell you? Honestly? He sighed and took a sip of the wine, biting down on his bottom lip after he swallowed. “It wasn’t too great. People, people don’t really like clowns.”

You listened to him talk, nodding. When he leaned back into the couch his hair brushed against your hand and he went to move but you stopped him, letting your fingertips stroke the back of his head. “I like clowns. Did someone bother you, sweetie?” You observed how he seemed to fall apart at your touch and continued playing with his hair, wanting nothing more than to make him feel better.

Arthur choked back a chuckle, trying his best to stop the oncoming fit of laughter that threatened to spill from his chest and ruin the moment. “I, aha,” He coughed and gritted his teeth. “Monday, someone threw coffee on me-” And that’s when the fit started. He felt like he’d suffocate on his laughter, it took everything out of him and left him gasping for breath with tears in his eyes.

You had no idea what was happening but stayed quiet, stroking his hair and letting it happen. It looked like some sort of panic attack, one of your younger clients had them often before interviews and competitions. 

When the laughter finally stopped he sucked in a breath, filling his lungs with the oxygen he so desperately needed. “And Tuesday,” 

“You don’t need to tell me everything, sweetie.” You stopped him and set your glass of wine on the table, turning to face him, your hand still in his hair. You touched his thigh with the other, not missing how his muscles tensed under your hand.

“It was a rough week.” He felt a tear trickle down his cheek and he cursed himself for being so emotional. He didn’t want you to see him like that, he didn’t want you to think he was some helpless idiot who pitied himself.

“I’m sorry, baby.” You sighed and rubbed his thigh, giving him a comforting squeeze. 

Arthur swallowed hard when you called him that. Sweetie was one thing, he’d heard you call Duckie and Cassie that name. But baby?

“Can I call you that?” You asked respectfully while you brushed the hair from his eyes, rubbing your thumb over his cheeks to wipe away the tears. “Is that okay?”

Arthur leaned into your hand and nodded, savoring every second of human contact. He was so damn touch starved it was ridiculous. “Yeah.”

“Okay, baby.” You shifted in the couch closer to him, pulling his head against your chest and wrapping your arms around his shoulders. 

Arthur, for once in his life, was held. He cried into your embrace, letting all the years of pent up sadness and anger spill out. 

You knew when you saw Arthur that he was stressed out, you could see it in his eyes. But this was something different entirely, he was so damaged and hurt that it made your heart ache. All you wanted to do was hold him and take away his pain. 

You kissed his head as the crying slowly stopped, he had stopped sobbing and was letting out an occasional cough and sniffle. “I should go.” He said weakly, but his body betrayed his words and he stayed wrapped in your arms.

“I don’t think you should, baby.” You rubbed his back with one hand and squeezed his shoulder with the other to keep him grounded with you. 

He sniffed and after a moment lifted his head from your chest, looking at you. “Why? I mean, why are you so kind to people? I’ve never met anyone like you in Gotham. You give and expect nothing in return, why?”

You smiled and brushed his hair from his face, cupping his cheek which was still wet and cold with tears. “I like it. I give what I can because I know how it feels to have no one. When I was younger…” You trailed off, then shook your head. “It doesn’t matter. That’s in the past. I don’t want people to have to feel like that when it’s so easy to make them feel better. For some people, they need things to make them feel better. Duckie and Cassie,”

At the mention of their names Arthur rolled his eyes.

“Don’t do that. You don’t know what they have going on behind closed doors. For them, material items make them happy. So I buy them things, I don’t mean to brag, but money isn’t an issue with me, so I do what I can to make them happy. If you wanted something I’d do the same for you.” 

Arthur wished he didn’t have to worry about money like you did. But the last thing he would ever do would be to ask you for money, it felt disgusting to even think about it. Sure, it would be nice to have the rent paid off and have food in the fridge for his mom, but he would never. Ever.

At the thought of his mother he looked at the clock. His heart dropped. “Oh, I need to go home. My mom-”

“Alright, let me get your food.” You stood, leaving him cold on the couch without the warmth of your arms.

“About earlier, the laughing, I have a condition.” He said when you came back with his food in your hands. “I can’t control it.”

“I figured as much.” You smiled, handing him his leftovers. “That’s okay, though. I don’t mind it. We all have our vices.”

***

Your relationship with Arthur in the following weeks blossomed into the sweetest and most beautiful thing. You found joy in taking him shopping, you’d bought him countless outfits and jackets that actually fit him, shoes that would last and even a watch. He wasn’t one for jewelry, which was a shame. You liked the surprised look on people’s faces when they opened the felt jewelry boxes and laid their eyes on whatever you’d bought.

You took him to dinner when you could, making sure he ate his fill. You adored him and everything about him. 

One night after dinner you found yourselves upstairs in your bedroom, halfway through a bottle of wine laughing about some cheesy romance movie you had playing on the T.V.

“Look what I bought you the other day.” You leaned off the bed and grabbed the gift bag you had laying on your floor. One of your clients had an interview in Arizona and you saw something in one of the gift shops you thought he’d like. 

“Wow, that looks heavy.” He said as he sipped his wine, cross-legged at the foot of your bed. 

“Here, open it.” You crawled towards him and set the bag in front of him, excited to see how he’d react.

Arthur handed you his glass of wine and dipped his hands into the bag, fingers wrapping around the large gift. He struggled to pull it out but when he did his eyes lit up. “Oh, wow, (Y/N)...” 

It was a record player, a very nice one at that. It was black and rimmed with gold around the edges, hints of red in some of the dips. You watched with a wide smile on your face as he looked it over, turning and examining the entire thing.

“How much was this?” He stuttered and looked back up to you like a child getting exactly what he wanted for Christmas. 

“I’m not telling you.” You laughed and playfully nudged his shoulder, pleased with how he reacted. It filled your heart with so much happiness you thought it would burst.

He was speechless, he couldn’t think of a damn thing so say. 

“Do you like it?” You knew he did but you wanted to hear him say it.

“Uh, yeah?” He laughed at the absurdity of the question, nodding with a grin. “I love it. Thank you so much. I don’t know how to show you how much I appreciate this.”

You hummed and pretended to be deep in thought before tapping your lips with one finger. His eyes flicked down to your lips as he’d done many times before, but this time with a new reason. He looked back into your eyes and furrowed his brows, not sure if you meant what he thought you did.

You looked up, finger still on your lips. “Come on, give me some sugar.”

Oh. Arthur swallowed and tried not to show how nervous he was. He cursed himself for being so awkward and leaned into you, watching you close your eyes as his face neared yours. You were serious. He forced himself to get his act together and pressed his lips against yours.

How his heart soared. He melted into you and exhaled through his nose, and when he finally pulled away, he licked his lips to taste you. Your lipgloss was flavorless, he found, but you tasted like wine. 

“That’s how you can repay me.” You teased, watching him lick his lips. “Oh, but how will you repay me for dinner?”

You both knew he didn’t have to repay you at all, just him spending time with you and being your friend was payment enough. But sugar was optional, it was a plus that you didn’t need.

“Do, are you like this with the others?” He asked, still breathless from the kiss.

You narrowed your eyes, considering if you should be honest. “Well, the others don’t like me like you do. They like what I do for them, but they don’t like me.” 

“As sweet as that is, (Y/N), I want to know if they… pay you back like this.” 

“Well, Duckie and Cassie, they sometimes do.” You decided to tell him the truth, he deserved to know. “I have a few other girls, well, not anymore, but in the past, yes. I’d buy them what they needed, paid their rent, their bills, and they’d… you know.”

“What do they do for you?” The sudden look of lust in his eyes changed the conversation entirely. You knew he was no longer innocently curious, and when your eyes cast down you saw from the bulge in his pants that he really, really wanted to know.

“Cassie, she likes to eat me out.” Your voice was now an airy whisper, only audible to the two of you. “When I do something considerably generous for her she repays me the same way. Sometimes she’ll lick me for hours while I do paperwork. Duckie is on the sweeter side, she likes to give me kisses and have me touch her.”

“Touch her? How is that for you?” 

You smiled and touched his knee, fingertips barely stroking him through his pants. “Have you ever touched a woman? To see them come undone with your fingers inside them, well, it does more for me sometimes than Cassie’s mouth can.”

Arthur swallowed, his mouth suddenly dry. “Does touching a man do the same for you?”

You shrugged, running your fingers up his thigh. When he gasped at your touch you smiled, then nodded. “I think it can with you. You’re already doing a lot to me.”

God, how was he supposed to respond to that? He wanted to please you now, he wanted to make you as happy as you had made him the past few weeks. It had been a month at least, maybe almost two. He’d never been happier. He’d never been… happy. But you changed that. You made him feel special and wanted, which is exactly what you were trying to do.

“Can I touch you, baby?” You whispered, leaning in to kiss his cheek as your hand rested on top of his hardened length. He was so hard. The fact made you ache.

“Yeah.” He murmured, his face turning to the side as your lips left kisses from his cheek to his jaw. When you pressed them against his neck he thought he’d cum in his pants. 

You unzipped his pants for him, pulling them down enough to pull out his cock. Your mouth actually watered at the sight of it, he was long and thick. You found in your life that the skinny, taller guys always had the more impressive cocks. The muscular guys who oozed confidence were… much less impressive.

You stroked him a few times before stopping to move the record player and bag off the bed. But you were back in a second, pressing your hand against his chest and pushing him into a laying position. “You’re so pretty, Arthur.” You breathed, your breath hot against the tip of his cock. You planted a kiss on his head and he moaned, hands reaching for your hair. “No, sweetie. You can’t touch me yet. Hands down.”

Being told what to do did something for him, he moaned in response and moved his hands up to his chest. “I like that,” His voice was a shaky whisper. “Being told what to do.”

They always did.

“Good. Now, stay still and let me taste you.” 

You licked a stripe from the base of his cock to his head, flattening your tongue before taking him into your mouth. His precum tasted like salt, but it wasn’t bad. His diet had been healthy enough recently for him to taste fine. You swirled your tongue around the tip, wrapping your hand around the base of his cock. When you took him entirely into your mouth he groaned loudly and shuttered. 

“I’m, I’m not going to,” He sputtered and tried his best to stay still but his hips bucked upwards. “Fuck, (Y/N).”

“Come for me.” You took him out of your mouth and pumped him a few times, looking down at his face. His eyes were closed and his face was twisted in pleasure, his lips parted as his chest heaved with every breath. “Come for me, baby.” Your mouth went back to his cock and you forced yourself to take him all in, the tip of him reaching down the back of your throat.

“Oh!” He groaned and hissed, his hips jerking up into your mouth. He came quickly, moaning pretty little noises, his cum shooting down your throat. You swallowed all of it, making sure not a single drop was wasted.

You sat up and looked down at him, taking in how beautiful he looked. “You’re such a good boy, Arthur. Now get up.”

He pushed himself up on his elbows, looking at you while he struggled to sit up. You looked so elegant, your lips red from the friction and your eyes glossy from tears. None had spilled, though, he supposed you were too perfect for that.

“Make me come.” You sat up on your knees and raised your dress to slip off your black panties. When they were off you laid back against your pillows and bent your knees, spreading them to give him a full view of your pussy.

“Jesus.” He breathed at the sight and crawled up to you, taking off his jacket. He wanted to remove his shirt as well but your pussy was too tempting to waste time undressing.

Arthur laid down between your legs and nuzzled his face in your pussy, licking once through your folds. You were so wet, it gathered on the tip of his tongue and trickled down to his throat. “You taste so good.” He breathed and continued his work of licking and sucking, gauging your reactions to see what pleased you the most. After a while he fell into a rhythm of licking you, sucking your clit, and dipping his tongue as far as he could reach inside you.

You were breathless. You knew Arthur had no experience, it was obvious given how fast he came and how he had started oral, but it was shocking how fast he learned. He might actually make you come.

He remembered what you had said earlier about fingers and seeing a woman come undone with them. He cautiously slipped his middle finger inside you, jumping at the noise you made. 

“Is that,” He thought he might have hurt you.

“Perfect, baby.”

He put his mouth back on you and moved his finger in and out, not sure what felt good.

“Curl them, in and out doesn’t do it for me.” 

Note taken, he curled his finger. You burst into heavy breathing, reaching down to tug at his hair. He was so good, so good, he was going to make you come. It was so rare for someone to actually make you orgasm. 

“Perfect, oh, yeah!” You gasped and closed your eyes, rutting your hips down on his face. He curled his finger faster and sucked on your clit as you came in his mouth, the noises you made were music to his ears. You laughed sweet, you spoke sweet, and the noises you made in bed were even better. How were you so perfect?

You came hard, jerking and shaking, toes curling. You were the only person who had ever made you come like that, no one before Arthur had done it like you could.

“Oh, baby. I’m going to have to keep you here.” You teased and he rose from your legs, licking the cum from his lips. “You need to stay here with me.”

He wished he could. 

Making you come had caused him to harden again. You thanked the gods that you were able to go again so quickly, it was a gift women were blessed with.

“Lay down.” You slipped off the bed and he laid where you were previously, his hand going to his cock like it was programmed. “No, no touching.” You slapped his hand away and went back to what you were doing, grabbing your ties from your bedside table. 

Arthur watched you climb back on the bed, on top of him, your wet center grazing his cock. He shuddered and forced his hands to stay at his side as you looped the ties around the headboard. You grabbed his hands and tied them above his head, making sure they were tight enough that he couldn’t free himself but not too tight. You didn’t want to cut off circulation.

“You were so good.” You said once you were done, placing your hands flat on his chest. He looked up at you with adoration, soaking in every praise you gave him. “My good boy, you made me come so hard.”

You leaned down and kissed him, deeper than before, your tongue entering his hot mouth. He tasted like your cum and wine. 

With one hand you grabbed his cock and slipped it inside you, your tongue still in his mouth. The way he gasped sent shivers down your back. 

You only broke the kiss to take off your dress, pulling it over your shoulders and throwing it behind you. Arthur didn’t know where to look, your chest or your face. Both were so pretty. Your nipples were hard, your skin looked so soft. He wanted so badly to touch your breasts. 

Slowly, ever so slowly, you started riding him. One hand on his chest and the other on your thigh, you rose and sank down on his cock. He filled you perfectly, falling just centimeters short of your cervix. Any longer and it would be painful. 

Arthur couldn’t even speak. He closed his eyes and moved with you, his hips rising to meet yours with each motion. You felt so good wrapped around his cock, he hoped he would last longer this time. He lost himself in his body, everything felt so perfect.

“Open your eyes.” You caressed his face with your palm, stroking his cheeks with your fingertips. “I wanna see those pretty green eyes when I come.”

He opened his eyes and locked them with yours, it was harder than it sounded, keeping them open and focused. It felt so intimate, he hadn’t felt that, ever. It was like you were looking into each other's souls, all of you belonging to each other, naked and exposed in every way. There was nowhere to hide, no way to lie. 

You came again, clenching down on his cock, your eyes still locked with his. The sight of it was so beautiful to him, your mouth hanging open with your red cheeks. “You’re so beautiful.” He whispered as he watched you come. “I can’t even tell you how beautiful you are.”

Coming to his praises was such an amazing experience. 

You untied his hands with shaking fingers, suddenly overtaken with a more hungry desire. “Now, fuck me. I want it fast, and hard.”

The two of you switched positions and he plunged his cock back inside you, fucking you exactly how you said. Fast, and hard. His hips snapped forward with rough thrusts, hands planted in the pillows beside your head. You locked your ankles around his back, prompting him to go deeper.

“Just like that, baby.” Your moans were choppy from the force of his thrusts.

He fucked you harder when he felt his second orgasm come, burying his entire cock inside you. It caught him off guard and he had to close his eyes, it was too much. “Oh, (Y/N).” He groaned and came, continuing his thrusts. They were sloppy now but you didn’t care, you came with him and shouted his name. 

“Oh my god.” He panted when his orgasm finished, leaving him with a few spasms and jerks. He rolled off of you and unbuttoned his shirt to get air on his overheated body. “That was amazing. You’re amazing.”

You rolled through the last waves of your orgasm, humming and shaking beside him. “Mmm, yeah, baby. You’re so good.”

After the two of you dressed and pulled yourselves together you drove him home. The whole ride was spent talking about nothing and everything, the both of you still high from multiple orgasms. 

“Thank you for tonight.” Arthur said in the passenger seat when you pulled up outside his apartment. He didn’t want to leave but he knew he had to, he had to tend to his mother.

“Of course, honey.” You reached out and brushed his hair from his cheek. “Listen, I’ve got a really busy week coming up. But Friday night I’m going to take you out, okay?” 

“Okay.” he was a bit disappointed that he wouldn’t see you until then, but he was glad he got to see you again nonetheless. 

“Come here.” You smiled and leaned in to kiss him, slipping a sealed envelope in his pocket. He thankfully didn’t notice. You knew he would refuse the money, but you just wanted to take care of him. You knew he was struggling. 

“I’ll see you on Friday.” He said when the kiss broke, reaching for the door handle. 

“See you then, sweetheart.”

Fuck The Rich, Joker x Reader

Summary: You’d seen him on the Murray Franklin show and felt instantly drawn to the man, so you go to the riots in support. You didn’t plan on helping him escape, but you did and brought him to your apartment. What do you expect to happen when you’re alone with a murderous man?

Warnings: Cursing, violence, extremely rough sex, bondage, crying, slapping, gagging, spit play, bloodplay, hints of dubcon but it’s entirely consensual. 

Pairing: Joker x Reader

A/N: This is possibly the filthiest smut I’ve ever written and I’m not even ashamed. I hope you all enjoy reading it as I did writing it!

***

How did you end up here, letting him in your apartment? What were you thinking? How did letting Joker take refuge from the police in your apartment seem like a good idea? 

It all happened so fast, you were at the riots and saw him standing there like a god, blood on his face, his own mixed with the splatters of Murray Franklin. You thought fast and took him with you, sneaking through the crowd as police surrounded the street. How you managed to get him here without anyone seeing was a miracle in itself.

“Now what?” You whispered, mostly to yourself. He walked into your living room, taking in the sight of it, shaking his head. It was perfect, too perfect, you prided yourself on your organization and cleanliness.

“You’re one of them, aren’t you?” He asked, turning to face you. You still stood in front of the door. 

“One of them?”

He stalked towards you like a jaguar cornering its prey. “All these pretty expensive things. Your jewelry.” When he stood in front of you he grabbed your necklace and pulled you towards him. “You’re one of them.”

Sure, you had a few expensive things and lived in a nice apartment. But one of the rich? No, you went to the riots yourself for crying out loud, you shared his ideas.

“You know what I want to do to people like you?” He breathed, looking down at you. His green eyes saw straight into your soul, breaking down every wall you’d tried to put up. “To pretty rich girls who’ve never known what fear is?”

What was he going to do to you? You were scared, as you should be, you were downright terrified. But at the same time, he was looking at you with a predatory gaze that filled you with a very familiar need.

“No.” You looked up at him and tried your best to seem unwavered, but you knew he saw right through it. 

His hand shot behind your head and grabbed a fistful of your hair, yanking your head back to bare your neck to him. You cried out and grabbed at his hand, stumbling backward, but he just leaned down to graze his teeth against your throat. “I’m going to show you.”

In one swift moment, he shoved you to your knees by your hair, unbuttoning his red suit pants. His zipper went down and his cock came out, hard, red and demanding attention. Oh god. Your mouth watered when you saw it and you looked up to his face. 

“Open your mouth.” His voice was so calm and he seemed so nonchalant about it all, as if he did this for a living. When you didn’t do as he told you he slapped your face, not too hard but enough to hurt. 

“Oh, fuck.” You gasped and your body swayed from the force of it before steadying. “Please, I,” 

He slapped you again and you cried out, opening your mouth for him as a sob shook through your form. You wanted it, you wanted it so fucking bad, so bad you wept. 

“Good girl.” He muttered and directed the tip of his cock to your lips, rubbing it against them before dipping it in your mouth. He fucked your mouth slowly at first, using his grip on your hair to bob your head on him.

He tasted like sweat. Your eyes teared up and you held on to his thighs, taking a moment to pull yourself together. After a while, you got more into it, using your tongue to please him and even hollowing out your cheeks and bobbing your head yourself.

He liked that. He closed his eyes and leaned his head back, rocking his hips gently against your face while you pleased him. 

At one point he went too far in, touching the back of your throat, and you gagged. You pulled away from him to stop from vomiting and he groaned in displeasure. You looked amazing to him, your spit trickling down your chin, eyes wet with mascara running down your cheeks, which were still red from his hand.

“That’s enough.” He yanked you to your feet, your scalp screaming at this point. “Where’s your bedroom?”

“It’s, uh,” You fought to think clearly but he was impatient.

“No, I think I’ll just have you here.” He mused and let go of your hair, grabbing your face in both of his hands. He kissed you hard, tasting himself in your mouth while you tasted blood. 

Your mind raced but thought of nothing at the same time, your heart felt like it would break out of your chest and your pussy throbbed. You’d never felt like this in your life, so afraid but so needy. It felt carnal, almost animalistic, you loved every second of it.

When he finally parted from your lips he looked over you, taking in your outfit. A black skirt, button-up white shirt tucked in, your pink cardigan had been left at the door. You’d gotten too hot with his cock in your mouth so you shed it. “Your choice of attire for the riots, it’s unconventional, isn’t it?” His hand rested on your thigh, snaking up your skirt. “Seems a bit silly, doesn’t it?” He whispered and his fingers danced along the inside of your legs, not going up higher, not yet.

“I just got off work.” You defended yourself, looking down at his arm. You could see his red sleeve, but his hand was covered by your skirt. 

“Some cushy office job?” He hummed and moved his hand higher, to the edge of your hips where your panties started. He hooked his pointer finger in the waistline and tugged, pulling you closer to him. “Where you get to sit all day, not worrying about a damn thing.” It was like he hated you for being more privileged than others, something you had no control over. 

You didn’t know what to say so you kept quiet and listened, completely at his mercy and fine with it. 

He took off your panties slowly, a stark contrast to his earlier behavior, he drug them down to your knees and let them fall around your ankles, getting hung on your heels.

“Take your shoes off.” He stepped back to watch, taking his still hard cock in his hand and pumping it a few times.

You stepped out of your panties and kicked your heels off, waiting for more instruction.

He watched you stand there, stroking his cock and thinking. “You know what I’m going to do to you tonight, don’t you?” He said finally, breaking the uncomfortable silence. You nodded and he walked forward, picking up your panties, he’d need them in a moment. “If you try to stop me-”

“I won’t.” You cut him off, shaking your head. You wanted him so bad. You were so wet it was starting to drip down your inner thigh.

“Good. I didn’t want to finish that.” You imagined what he would do if you resisted, he’d probably kill you, the cops had taken his gun so he’d have to use one of your kitchen knives, maybe even choke you to death.

You were deep in thought about the ways he could kill you when he lunged forward, not liking the fact you weren’t paying attention to him anymore. He grabbed you by your neck and pushed you further into your living room until you fell back on your footstool into a sitting position. 

It was a simple thing, a soft square piece of furniture that matched your white couch. It was expensive, the whole set costing a few thousand dollars, but it came with the apartment so it wasn’t your property.

He pushed it along the floor until it came in contact with your couch so you could lay down fully without half of your body hanging off. In one quick movement, he pushed you down and climbed on top of you, knees resting on either side of your hips.

The panties were still in his hand, now ready for his intentions. He grabbed your hands and looped them around your wrists a few times, stretching them and twisting them to the point you couldn’t free yourself. You’d never be able to wear them again, which was a shame, they were one of your favorite pair.

He liked the way you looked bound, hands above your head, helpless to him and anything he wanted to do. 

“You look so pretty like this.” He grabbed your legs, lifting them from between his and spreading them with a tight grip on your thighs. Running his fingers over your cheeks, wiping away the black streaks of tears. You liked the soft feeling, even relaxing a little, and then he slapped you again, harder this time. “I know you like it rough. I can tell. The pretty quiet ones always do.” 

When he slapped you a second time you gasped, your head turning away from him and you wiggled under his form. He took advantage of your pain and shoved two fingers in your open mouth, gagging you to the point where tears trickled down your temples. He used his fingers in your mouth to turn your head so you looked up at him.

He loved it. Seeing you cry and squirm under him made his cock throb angrily, prompting him to continue his assault. He slapped you a few more times but they weren’t as satisfying since they were blunted by the side of his hand. He took his fingers from your mouth so he could hit you better.

“Please, it hurts.” You cried, pulling at your restraints. In reality, you didn’t want him to stop, not at all, you wanted him to hit and abuse you, leave bruises all over your body and make you hurt.

“That’s the point.” Finally, he stopped, but only to grab his cock and shove it inside you. 

You yelped, head falling back in surprise. If you weren’t so wet there was no way he would have entered you that smoothly. He was so fucking thick and long, he filled you and then some. He pushed in until he couldn’t anymore, then pulled out completely only to slam back into you.

“You fucking love it.” He hissed in your face, thrusting into you hard and slow, savoring each time his cock buried into you. “Say it.”

“I love it!” You cried, mouth agape as you took in each breath as a gasp. “I love it so much, it feels so good!” 

He spit into your open mouth, shocking you. No one had ever done that to you. Yet, no one had ever slapped you and tied you up with your own panties. His spit was almost completely blood, maybe ten percent of it being his own saliva. You wanted to spit it out but he closed your mouth and held his hand over your mouth, forcing you to swallow.

“That’s my good girl.” He whispered when you swallowed, taking his hand off your mouth.

You wanted to know what would happen if you made him mad. 

He slipped his fingers back in your mouth, closing his eyes and thrusting into you with that same slow yet painfully hard pace.

Perfect. 

You waited a moment and bit down on his fingers, hard. When his eyes snapped open your heart raced with excitement, your pussy clenching around him in anticipation. 

He saw that look in your eyes and realized you wanted to test him. “Oh, that’s how it’s going to be?” He huffed and pulled out of you, standing up so he could flip you onto your stomach. 

He slapped your ass harder than he’d slapped your face, not giving you time to react before he hit you again. Over and over, fast and vicious, using all of his strength.

Fuck, maybe you weren’t ready for that.

You shouted in pain but your cries were muffled into the couch cushion. He grabbed you by your hair and lifted your head from the couch so he could hear you scream before slapping you again. “I like the way you scream.” He grunted, switching to your other cheek to redden it like the former. 

It seemed he would never stop, at one point your skin went from raw to numb. When that happened he stopped, providing you with momentary relief, but then he laid back down on top of you and shoved his cock back inside you.

“You’re so much wetter than before.” He groaned in your ear, lifting your hips up slightly with one hand and grabbing a fistful of hair with the other, pulling your head back so sharply you thought he’d snap your neck. 

The position you were in was heavenly. Your elbows propped the upper half of your body up just enough, your shoulders and neck pulled back by your hair, with your back arched and his arm looped under your waist to hold your hips up.

He fucked himself into you, hard and fast now, each time his hips hit your ass it forced a gasp out of you. He didn’t hold back one bit. 

You’d already orgasmed so many times. First, when he entered you, a second time when he started slapping you, and now again with him pulling your hair while he fucked you. How he lasted this long you had no idea, it had been at least an hour.

He had no idea either, he was never one to last long. But each time he felt his orgasm coming he’d stop, fight it off and continue. 

Finally, he couldn’t hold it back anymore. He’d been edging himself for so long it became impossible to stop and once he felt it start he let it happen.

He raised you by your hair, rising with you so you both were on your knees in the couch, your back pressed against his chest and when he let go of your hair your head laid back on his shoulder. He maneuvered just the right way so he could sit down with his feet planted on the floor, turning you in his lap. Your legs wrapped around his waist and you raised your arms, still bound at the wrists, and looped it around his head to rest your forearms on his shoulders. 

He came, fast and hard, letting out filthy moans as he emptied himself up into you. His body shuddered and twitched, riding out the best orgasm of his life, the best of it lasting five seconds but the entire thing spanning ten. 

There was so much of him. When he picked you up off of him and set you down on your footstool it poured out of you, two separate streams oozing down your inner thighs all the way to your ankles. And there was still so much inside.

You’d orgasmed four times that night. Your clit was sensitive to the touch and your insides throbbed blissfully. 

After his heart rate slowed down a bit and he got some of his strength back he turned to you, unwrapping your panties from your wrist and freeing your hands. He tossed them on the ground and sighed, slicking his hair back which was soaked with sweat.

“Where’s your shower?” He breathed as streams of sweat ran down his neck to soak into his suit, cloudy with his face paint. 

“Down the hall. Last door on the right.” You swallowed and turned onto your side, nuzzling your cheek into the cool fabric of an untouched area of your couch. “Are you going to leave?”

He stood up and took off his suit jacket, enjoying the breeze he got from being free of a layer. “No, not tonight, and not any time soon. I don’t think it would be wise. They’re looking for me.”

You nodded, watching him walk down the hall to your bathroom. “Okay.” 

You didn’t care how long he stayed, as long as he fucked you just like that many more times. 

Outside the riots were still going strong, you could barely hear them, shouts and chants, one of them being ‘fuck the rich’. 

You smiled.

Sleepy and Sweet, Arthur Fleck x Reader

Ask: Hi, I absolutely love your stories! And I love to think about Arthur Fleck being a virgin❤May I request a story about the first time having sex with Arthur, being his first time, but the reader's very experienced. And like he asking if she has done this before, she says yes and asks the same to him, to what he says no, she kinda guides him at first because of his nervousness, but then he looses control & it turns cute , hot but goofy . Sorry i talk a lot😂i have this idea in ny head , help!

Warnings: Cursing, smut.

Pairing: Arthur Fleck x Reader

A/N: Thanks for requesting something so cute and sensual! Hope you enjoy!

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You practically slammed Arthur against the elevator walls, ignoring the fact the doors hadn’t even closed yet. You couldn’t care any less. If someone saw, let them watch.

“(Y/N),” His voice trembled as you continued your attack from earlier, kissing his neck and palming him through his jeans. You couldn’t help it, he’d been so sweet to you today, all you wanted was to show him how much you appreciated it. “Christ…” He forgot what he wanted to say and he shut up for the meantime, letting you touch him. 

It had been a long, long time without sex for you. You’d been fine with it at first, but then you met Arthur. You’d never wanted to have sex with someone so badly before, was it partly because he hadn’t tried to initiate anything? Yes. 

When you were finally in your apartment he tried to think of a way to tell you, his mind fighting against him as you led him to your bedroom. Would you think less of him? Laugh in his face and kick him out? 

“Have you done this before?” He blurted out when your hands slipped into his pants.

Had he truly just asked that? You pushed yourself up on your knees in your bed, still sat between Arthurs spread legs. “Yes.” You answered honestly, hoping he wouldn’t think less of you and want to leave. You set your hand on his knee, giving him a questioning squeeze. “Are you alright, sweetie?” 

He forced his eyes up to yours, struggling to look at you. He wanted nothing more than to please you, obviously, but he had no idea how. Sure, he’d read his fair share of porn magazines but that wasn’t real. He had no real experience.

“Have you ever…” Your words trailed off when he gave you a small shake of the head. Your heart skipped a beat. It was probably awful to think it was adorable, but come on, was it not? “Is that why you’re so tense?”

He looked incredibly uncomfortable, his face twisted into a grimace, looking anywhere but you. 

It looks like you’d have to take the lead. You slowly ran your hand up his leg, finding he was still hard. “You don’t need to be nervous around me, Arthur, I can teach you.” You leaned over him and kissed his chin before nuzzling your face into his neck. He smelled so sweet, he’d showered right before your date that day and his hair still smelled of conditioner. 

Arthur wrapped his arms around your waist after you sat down in his lap. “Okay.”

You smiled into his skin, sitting upright so you could look at his pretty face. “Okay?”

Your smile was contagious, he nodded in affirmation and smiled back to you, allowing you to show him the ropes. You settled on making out for a bit first, grinding into each other through your clothes. 

“Put your fingers inside me.” You whispered, pulling back from his lips. Once your shorts and panties were off you climbed back in his lap. “These two.” You singled out his middle and ring fingers on his right hand. 

He did as you said, although hesitant, sliding his hand between the two of you. His fingertips barely grazed your thighs, almost like he was teasing you. But he was far too overwhelmed to even think about teasing you right now.

“Come on, touch me.” 

Arthur looked back up to you and tentatively slipped his fingers between your folds, taken aback for a moment at how warm, wet, and soft you felt. Those two fingers pushed inside you and his cock twitched at the feeling of you wrapped around his fingers. He moved them around a bit, searching your face to see what pleased you most. He settled on curling them, having to adjust himself when you started letting out sinful moans.“Can I taste you?”

That surprised you. “Yeah, of course you can.”

You climbed off him and laid on your back in your bed, taking a moment to breathe as he took off his pants, not even bothering with his shirt. He settled between your thighs and buried his face between your legs, licking up the aftermath of what his fingers did to you.

“Oh, you’re good at that.” You closed your eyes and ran your fingers through his hair, laying your head back on your pillow. “You’re so good.”

His tongue circled your clit a few times before dipping inside you, exploring as far as he could reach. You tasted so good. His cock ached painfully but pleasing you was first and foremost on his mind. 

“Mmm, just like that baby.” You moaned, rolling your hips against his face. 

Until you started making those noises. Then he couldn’t hold back.

Something snapped in Arthur and he jumped up, hand wrapping around your throat. “You make such pretty noises.” He whispered and with his other hand he guided himself to your pussy. 

“Fuck, baby.” You hissed, grinding down against the tip of his cock. “Fuck me, please, I need it hard.”

Arthur hummed and slowly, so fucking slowly, pushed himself inside you. Once his head popped in you both moaned. He shuddered, wondering how you stayed so tight. He wouldn’t last long, he knew it, but he’d make sure his first time was good for the both of you.

He didn’t start off slow. Once he was inside you he fucked you hard and fast, one hand on your neck and the other on your waist. It felt so good to finally have him inside you, you’d been thinking about how he would feel for so long and it was finally happening.

How did he fuck so good? Wasn’t he a virgin? You arched your back, tilting your head back so he could hold your neck better. He took advantage of it and tightened his fingers around your throat, pounding harder into your pussy until he felt his very quick orgasm building.

“Fuck,” He choked, trying to keep his pace, but it was far too hard when he felt you clench around him. “(Y/N), I-”

“Come for me.” You wrapped your legs around his waist, locking your ankles and pulling him further inside you. “Arthur, don’t hold back.”

He leaned down and kissed you, moving his hands to cup your face, and finally came. 

You purposefully clenched around him while he moaned into your mouth. His hot cum filled you so well, he came so fucking hard he got cramps in his calves.

“(Y/N),” He went limp in your arms and laid on top of you, resting his head in the crook of your neck. 

After he recovered he slipped out of you, his cum leaking out the second he left you, spilling onto your comforter. “Did you…” He asked awkwardly.

“We have all night for you to make me come.” You kissed the side of his head and wrapped an arm around him, petting his hair while he nuzzled his face in your neck. God, could he get any cuter? “You really went at it, didn’t you?”

Arthur chuckled and nodded. His hair tickled your chin. “I couldn’t help it. You felt so fucking good.”

You smiled and hummed, kissing the top of his head again. “Well, whenever you’re ready we can go again.”

“Is it too early to say I love you?” He murmured.

You furrowed your brows and looked down at him, seeing his eyes had closed. Fuck, he was so cute! He had came so hard he was falling asleep on you. “No, it’s not.” Brushing your fingers through his hair, you smiled. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Things Work Themselves Out, Arthur Fleck x Reader

Ask: can i request some arthur stalking reader content? an obsession gone way too far? sex at a halloween party but she doesnt know its him:?

Warning: Cursing, smut, dubcon, mentions of non-con

Pairing: Arthur Fleck x Reader

A/N: Well, this was something else. Kind of got hot writing it, hands were sweating knees weak arms are heavy by the end. Hope you enjoy, anon, and this was what you wanted!

You’d been having an amazing day. Fantastic, glorious, all those good things. You’d been promoted at your job, the bitch in accounting got fired, and to top it off, it was your birthday! Your friend had given you a pair matching pearl earrings, something you’d wanted with her for a long time. As if your day couldn’t get any better!

“Beautiful weather, isn’t it?” You smiled at the man standing behind you in line at the pharmacy. You had to pick up something for a friend and in your good mood decided to strike up a conversation with a stranger. 

Arthur had to look behind him to make sure there wasn’t anyone else you could be talking to. “Uh, yeah.” He furrowed his brows and tried to hide the confusion on his face. 

“I’m (Y/N).” You stuck out your hand, giving him another smile.

He took your hand in his, shaking it politely. It would be a lie to say he wasn’t pleasantly surprised by how soft your skin was, taking a moment to feel the back of your hand with his thumb. “Arthur.”

“Next.” The woman at the counter called you up.

“How’s your day going, Arthur?” You asked, taking a few steps to the counter but keeping your eyes on him. You slid a piece of paper over the counter and the woman left to the backroom after reading it.

He shrugged, moving forward in line with you. “Fine.”

“Just fine?” You scoffed, leaning against the counter. “I know something that will make it better.” Before he could ask you reached into your purse, pulling out a sucker. Your boss had given you a handful, she had bought her daughter the wrong flavor. Mango pineapple, instead of peach.

Arthur couldn’t help but smile when he saw the candy in your hand. He took it and examined the wrapper, running his finger over the plastic. “Thank you?” He looked up at you, unsure and wary of your kindness. Was it so truly innocent? No joke? You weren’t going to mug him when he left and laugh in his face?

No. He could tell. You were perfect. He needed to find out more about you before you left. “You don’t like candy?”

“No, I love it!” You laughed and unwrapped a sucker, running your tongue around it before sticking it between your lips. “I just have so many, my boss gave me them today after my promotion.”

“Promotion?” He raised an eyebrow and smiled, looking down at your lips. He found it hard to concentrate then, focusing more on your pretty lips around the red candy.

“Yeah!” You nodded eagerly. “You know that jewelry store uptown?”

He nodded with you, forcing himself to look back into your eyes. 

“Well, that’s where I work. I used to design advertisements, you know, the stuff you see in the newspaper. Well, now I get to actually design jewelry! Isn’t that great?”

The look in your eyes made his knees weak. You were just so happy, innocent, so full of glee and joy, he wished you could share some of it with him. 

“That’s amazing.” He breathed, shaking his head in disbelief as he fought with his mind. How could you be real? He had no idea what he was getting himself into, but he knew that if he didn’t cool down he’d spiral into an obsession. 

“Here you go, ma’am.” The woman came back to the desk and handed you a white paper bag. 

“Thanks, sweetie!” You smiled and took the bag, handing her a folded twenty. “I’ll see you around, alright Arthur?” You smiled at him again, looking so irresistibly adorable. 

He was one step ahead of you.

Following you home wasn’t the best idea, but he just couldn’t help himself. He only stopped when you pulled your keys from your purse and unlocked your front door.

What the fuck was he doing? 

The weekend was mostly the same. Following you to work, watching from afar, following you home, repeat. One day on your way home a gust of wind ripped your scarf from your neck, carrying it through the air and far away. You didn’t care enough to run after it so you let it go and went on your way.

Arthur cared though, and he chased it down.

It still smelt like you. 

He pressed the soft fabric against his face, closing his eyes and inhaling deeply. His free hand stroked himself, gritting his teeth as he imagined all the things you could do with your mouth besides hold a sucker. 

It wasn’t long before he came, shuddering and sinking even further into the couch, your scarf pressed firmly against his nose. 

Your scarf wasn’t enough, he needed more. He needed the real thing.

It took him a while but eventually, he found out you’d be going to a costume party in a large house in the nicer part of Gotham, a rich couple celebrating Halloween. He could sneak in, right? It was a costume party, he could cover his face. Maybe… 

The day came. He was ready, he’d perfected his look, there was no way you’d recognize him. 

He ran a hand through his slicked-back hair, trying to fit in with the small crowd filing into the house. A man at the door was checking a list, reading names and checking them off when they came through. 

“What’s your name, sir?” The man asked him, barely looking up from his paper. 

In the background someone smashed a bottle, the sound of the glass shattering almost deafening. Someone started screaming, and that was his window. Arthur slipped in the door and looked around, momentarily stunned. 

It was a gorgeous house, the ceiling miles away, a spiral staircase in the main room, expensive paintings on the walls and painfully decorated chandeliers. 

He looked around, taking in everyone's costumes. There was a large man dressed as Alf, another dressed as Jason, a few Barbies and not enough Kens.

Then he spotted you.

You wore a Wonder Woman costume, and god, he felt his knees grow weak when he saw how much skin was showing.

He checked his makeup in a mirror in the main hallway, making sure it was still perfect. He had spent longer than usual, every line carefully drawn on, his hair slicked back in a way so exact it would put a model’s routine to shame.

After a few drinks, you made your way to the upstairs bathroom, leaving your group of friends. This was his moment. Arthur set his martini down on the snack table he’d been prowling around and followed you, each step he took sending him further into his spiraling obsession. 

The red carpet stretched on forever, the staircase never-ending, but finally, it did. He swallowed back any doubts and waited for you to go into the bathroom. 

“What the fuck am I doing?” He whispered to himself, for a moment regretting even coming. What was he planning? What the fuck was he going to do?

If he wanted you, he’d need to act fast.

Closing his eyes, he took a deep breath, allowing himself to not think anymore. 

He opened his eyes and set his jaw, opening the bathroom door. He turned off the light before you could look up from washing your hands, darkness enveloping you.

“David?” You laughed lightly, reaching for the faucet knobs. The sound of running water stopped, the only sound now being your breathing. You thought you’d seen the flash of his red Superman costume, what was he doing? The sound of the lock clicking sent chills down your spine.

Arthur stepped forward and found you, grabbing your face with his hands.

“Baby, your hands are cold.” You breathed, placing your wet hands on top of his. You hadn’t been able to dry them yet, the room too dark to see the towel. 

He closed his eyes and allowed himself to think you knew it was him, that you were calling him baby. He leaned forward and kissed you, holding back a moan when he finally got to taste you. 

So that’s what you felt like. 

Your lips were so soft against his, all sense of doubt was gone now. You thought he was your baby and he was going to take full advantage of it.

He reached behind you and undid your dress, earning a gasp. 

You parted from his lips and panted, trying so desperately to see in the dark room. “In here? Now?”

As nervous as you were, you kind of liked it. It was exciting, the thought of having sex in someone else's house with so many people inside it. The risk of being caught, it made you wet.

Arthur slid your costume down your body, letting his hands slide up your now bare skin, feeling every curve of your body. You weren’t wearing a bra, you couldn’t with the costume. He sighed when he realized, running his hands over your chest. 

“God, David.” You closed your eyes, backing into the sink.

He hated that name. He loved your voice and the way you sounded in need but fuck, he hated hearing you say another man's name.

His hand slipped between your thighs, running over the fabric of your panties, feeling the warmth between your legs-

“David,”

Arthur broke. He grabbed you by the back of your neck and forced you to your knees, using his free hand to unbutton his red suit pants, taking his cock out in one quick motion. Turning you around so you were on your hands and knees he fell to his own, barely managing to get your panties off.

“Fuck, oh my god!” Your heart was going a thousand miles an hour. David was never like this with you, he was so vanilla, but this-

Arthur pushed himself inside you, biting his tongue to keep himself quiet. That was going to be hard. You were so fucking tight around him, so hot and wet, so fucking perfect. He closed his eyes and blew out a shaky sigh, gripping your hips so tight it burned his fingers.

“Yes, oh fuck me, please I need you to fuck me,” You whimpered, leaning down so your face was pressed against the cold tile floor. “I don’t care if anyone hears us.”

‘If she keeps talking like that,’ Arthur thought, reaching around your body to wrap his hands around your throat, ‘I won’t last a minute.’

You pushed your hips back against him as he started out slow, both hands wrapped tightly around your neck, mentally begging him to fuck you till you screamed. You lost yourself when he snapped his hips forward, your knees sliding against the floor backward until you laid completely flat on the floor.

Arthur moved with you, laying on top of your body. That’s when you should have known it wasn’t David, but you were so far lost in the moment you didn’t realize this man was wearing a suit and not a superman costume. 

He fucked you into the floor, pounding so hard into you it forced the breath out of your lungs. His breath was quick and ragged, quiet little groans slipping out every now and then. Thank god you didn’t struggle, he couldn’t do that to you, at least, he hoped he wouldn’t. But feeling how perfect you were made him doubt he would have the power to stop himself.

“Oh, yes, yes!” You moaned against the tile, now hot from your body heat. Your cheekbone throbbed and you’d probably have a bruise the next day, but you didn’t give a fuck. You just wanted to be fucked. 

Your orgasm came quick, racking through your body in shudders, your mouth hanging open in awe, your eyes rolled back so far in your head you saw red, it was the best sex you’d ever had and it was only about five minutes.

Arthur bit down into your shoulder, forcing himself fully into you when he came. His cock twitched as he burst inside you and he was unable to keep quiet. He covered your ears with the palms of his hands, squeezing so tight it hurt, and he groaned.

“(Y/N),” He breathed, his hips jerking a few times as he emptied himself inside you. He let out one last shaky breath before sliding off of you, taking a few seconds to catch his breath. 

“That was the best fuck I’ve ever had, baby.” You whispered, rolling onto your back. Your pussy burned blissfully, his cum slowly leaking out of you and onto the floor. You rode out your bliss with closed eyes, barely noticing him stand up and walk out the door. But not before he planted one last kiss on your lips.

Arthur shut the door behind him and gasped, realizing what he had just done. He felt disgusted, awful, horrible, he had to get away. He rushed down the stairs and just when he was about to dart out the door he saw him, David. 

It had to be David, right? He was wearing a Superman costume, you were wearing Wonderwoman, it had to be him. He locked eyes with him for a split second and then he fucking laughed. He couldn’t help it. He’d just fucked his girlfriend in the bathroom and she’d said it was the best she’d ever had, and it wasn’t even him.