Word Count: 1.9k
Pairing: Joker x Reader
Warnings: Smut, oral, blowjob, slight Dubcon
A/N: My first post on this blog! Woohoo! I wrote this so you readers could get a grasp of my writing style. And because I thoroughly enjoyed Suicide Squad! Anyway, I hope you enjoy!
Of course this would happen. Of all days you decide to go to the bank, you pick this day. The day the bank gets robbed. Perfect. Just fucking spectacular. Although, it’s not all downside. Yes, there is the risk of you getting injured or killed, but now is your chance to catch the infamous Clown Prince in action. You’re a reporter. Not a big name reporter, just one of the little guys. Your pay is shitty but it gets you by. Hopefully, this could be your big break! You keep a tight grip on the camera hanging around your neck as you hide behind one of the marble pillars. The Joker’s goons are tying up hostages while he barks orders at them. You peak out from cover and shakily snap a few pictures.
“Stupid fucking thing!” You whisper harshly as your camera goes out of focus.
After fumbling with it for a bit, you aim the camera back up, only to see the Joker inches away from the lens.
You yelp and scramble backwards into the wall.
“Well, well, well, what do we have here? A lost little kitten sticking it’s nose where it doesn’t belong.”
His voice sends shivers down your spine and you try to tuck yourself further into the wall.
He comes closer, kneeling down in front of you.
“Is the kitten frightened?” He coos, dragging a gloved finger down your cheek.
“It should be!” He growls, pulling the camera strap so your faces were inches apart.
“Why are you taking pictures, huh?”
You gulp, “I-I’m a reporter…”
“Oh, the scum of the earth, I see,” he gibes with a smirk.
“Look who’s talking,” you retort without thinking.
“Feisty kitten. I like it,” he purrs.
You feel a familiar wetness between your legs, only to realize he’s turning you on.
He’s handsome, in a peculiar kind of way. You never went for the normal ones anyhow. You trail your eyes from his bright green hair, to his piercing blue eyes, down to his cherry red lips. Instinctively, you lick your own.
“Do you know who I am?”
“Everyone knows who you are. The Clown Prince, The Joker,” there’s a hint of admiration in your voice and he picks up on it immediately.
“So then, you know that I always take what I want, no matter what it is,” he husks as he takes your camera from you.
Before you can respond, he drags you into one of the storage rooms and cuffs both of your hands to the shelf above your head.
You look up at the Joker from your spot on the floor. You could see the bulge in his pants and it made your breath hitch.
“S-so, what is it you want?” You question nervously.
“What I want,” he says, taking his erection out of his pants,
“is your mouth around my cock.”
You gasp as he yanks your hair and he takes the opportunity to slam his cock into your mouth. He guides your head slowly down and then back up again, your saliva coating his shaft. Your tongue drags along his slit as you start to bob your head, your plump lips wrapped around his cock, engulfing him in your wet heat.
You hear the familiar sound of your camera and you look up with wide eyes.
He smirks and snaps another picture of you.
“You wanted to take pictures of me so badly, I figured I’d return the favor,” he grunts, thrusting hard into the back of your throat. He grips the back of your head tightly to keep you down on his cock.
You gag and tense against the cuffs, fidgeting beneath him. Your eyes begin to water as you look up at him. His lips pull into a snarl and he picks the camera up again.
“That’s right. Show me how much of a slut you are, taking my whole cock,” he growls.
He pulls all the way out and you gasp for air, saliva flowing down your chin to your neck. You’re hit with a cool breeze when the Joker cuts your shirt open, along with your bra, your nipples hardening immediately. He pinches them roughly and you lurch forward with a whimper.
“Alright, kitten. Make daddy cum,” he commands.
“How about you make me!” You shout.
He flashes a wicked grin and pulls out his gun, pressing it to your temple.
“How bout now, doll face?”
You slowly swirl your tongue around his tip, dipping into his slit. You tease him further into your mouth, hollowing your cheeks as you take his length. You swallow around him and he let’s out a shaky groan.
“Faster!” He hisses as the cool metal of the gun presses harder against your head.
You obey, bobbing your head faster and keeping your lips suctioned around him. Your saliva glistens on his rigid cock, and the thought of it pounding into your wet core leaves you overwhelmed.
The ache between your legs is getting to be too much, so you take your mouth from his cock.
“I c-can’t…I need-”
The Joker growls loudly before slamming his cock back into your mouth. He pumps into your mouth mercilessly, your saliva sloppily trailing over your breasts and down your stomach. Each thrust makes you gag and your wrists bruise from your movements in the cuffs. Tears stream down your face as you glance up at him. He’s breathing heavier with every thrust. One hand is tangled in your hair and the other still tightly grips the gun. Sharp blue eyes are still transfixed on you and he flashes his shiny teeth at you.
“This mouth is mine,” He rasps.
His thrusts become erratic, his cock twitches in your mouth and you know he’s close. He hits the back of your throat one last time before pulling out and shooting his cum in your mouth and all over your breasts. The Joker catches his breath and smiles deviously at you.
“Stick your tongue out for me, kitten.”
You stick your cum covered tongue out and look up at the camera.
“Oh, this one’s perfect. Now swallow daddy’s cum like a good little slut.”
You swallow his cum and lick some from your lips.
“Boss, we got the money! We can head out whenever you’re ready,” a goon shouts.
The Joker zips his pants back up and grins at you.
“Looks like our play time is over. Such a shame I couldn’t get a taste of your pretty pussy,” he teases as he unlocks the cuffs.
You rub your bruised wrists and push yourself to your feet, hastily zipping up your jacket.
“Maybe next time.”
You raise your eyebrow. “Next time?”
He laughs and grabs your chin, his thumb brushing over your lips.
“I’m not letting you get too far, that mouth of yours is too good to lose,” he whispers before kissing you roughly.
You wrap your fingers around his jacket and pull him closer. He growls and pushes you back.
“Don’t get me started again,” he warns.
“Right,” you mumble, releasing his jacket.
“You should go, before the cops get here.”
You reach for your camera but the Joker holds it back, out of your reach.
“Nuh-uh, I’m keeping this. I need something to hold me over until I see you again.”
With a smirk, he turns on his heel and leaves the room. With your camera.
“You can’t just take my camera!” You call after him.
He turns slowly with a dangerous look in his eyes.
“What was that?”
You pick nervously at your fingers.
“That camera was $400….And my source of income.”
He rolls his eyes and reaches into a goons’ bag, pulling out a stack of 100 dollar bills and placing it in your hand.
You almost decline, but then you realize, this is more than you make in an entire year. You quickly shove it into your boot with a wide grin.
“Such a beautiful smile. I’ll see you around, doll face.”
The Joker and his goons exit the bank and you smile fondly, wondering when you’ll see the Clown Prince again.
But first, it’s time to go shopping!
Tagged: @harlejokerx
Part 2
