Warning: sexual content
You always liked trying new things—especially in the bedroom. But being with someone like the Joker meant there was only so much you could do. He always had to be in control.
"Put some clothes on. You're coming with me," he barked, rushing into the bedroom.
"Where are we going?" you asked, stepping into the closet.
"I've got business to take care of. Now c'mon," he said, already growing impatient.
You quickly threw on a tight dress that hugged your body and slipped into some sandals. Heading to the garage, you waited by the passenger side, expecting him to open the door for you.
"Spoiled fucking brat," he muttered as he opened it.
You smiled wide. "Only because of you."
He pulled out onto the Gotham streets, speeding like he always did—because he was the Joker, and he didn't give a fuck. Ten minutes later, he turned into a car wash.
"Why are we here? I thought you had business to take care of?" you asked, confused.
He sucked his teeth. "Why the fuck are you asking so many questions? Can I not get my fucking car washed?"
"I mean, yeah, but—"
"Okay, so shut the fuck up," he snapped, cutting you off.
"Why are you being so mean?" you whispered.
He sighed in annoyance, ignoring you completely. As he pulled up to the payment machine and selected the wash, he glanced at you and rolled his eyes.
"Why are you crying, sweetheart?" he asked, voice low.
"Because you're being mean to me for no reason," you said, wiping your face. "If I knew you were gonna act like this, I would've stayed home."
"Calm down, alright?" he muttered, resting his hand on your thigh. "Daddy didn't mean it. You were just being annoying."
"Annoying?" you repeated, offended.
"Oh fuck," he said under his breath before pulling you into his lap.
"What are you doing, J? We're in a ca—"
"Can you shut the fuck up?" he growled, cutting you off again before crashing his lips onto yours.
You wrapped your arms around his neck, moaning at the feel of his hardness pressing against you. He lifted you just enough to free himself, then leaned into your neck as you kissed along his jawline. You moaned softly when his fingers slipped between your thighs, moving your panties to the side.
"People are gonna see us when the car wash ends," you whispered through a moan.
"Then let's hurry this up," he said, lowering you onto his length.
You gasped at the sudden stretch. "It hurts," you whined.
"You'll get used to it in a minute, baby," he growled.
He started to thrust into you hard, making you cry out in pleasure. He slapped your ass roughly.
"Shut the fuck up," he muttered.
You bit your lip, gripping his shoulders as your body trembled, trying to hold in your moans.
"You're gonna have to get off in a minute, baby," he groaned.
"But I don't want to," you whimpered.
The car began rolling out of the wash. He pushed you off him suddenly, and you winced from the mix of pain and pleasure. You both adjusted your clothes quickly.
He glanced over at you with a wicked grin.
"Don't worry, baby. Daddy's gonna finish you later."
You turned your head, smiling out the window, already daydreaming about everything he'd do to you next.
