warning: smut ahead
The door slammed, loud enough to rattle the walls.
You froze in the kitchen, clutching the edge of the counter, heart fluttering. He was home.
You heard the low clink of his gold chains, the rustle of his coat hitting the floor, and then the heavy creak of the chair as he dropped into it with a sigh—bone-deep exhaustion. The kind only Gotham's underworld could bring.
You padded out slowly. "Hey, daddy..."
His head turned, green hair a little messier than usual, dark circles under his eyes. But those icy blues lit up the second he saw you.
"There's my doll," he murmured, reaching for your hand. "Missed you."
You gave him a soft smile, brushing your fingers over the tattoos on his throat. "I made you dinner. Eat. Relax. Let me take care of you tonight."
His jaw clenched at that, the tension in his body unraveling with every soft word from your lips. Joker didn't like being soft—not with anyone but you.
Dinner passed quietly, save for the occasional hum of satisfaction as he devoured everything you'd cooked. But you had something else planned.
When he pushed his empty plate aside, you leaned in and kissed the corner of his mouth. "Go wait in the living room... I have a surprise for you."
He gave you a slow, lazy smirk. "Better be naked."
You laughed, blushing. "Close."
Your heart pounded as you shut the bedroom door behind you. You reached for the delicate pink lingerie you'd been hiding for weeks—lace and mesh, dainty ribbons, all sheer enough to drive him insane. It hugged your curves like it was made just for you, making your skin glow and your nerves spark.
You smoothed your hands down your hips, took one deep breath, and stepped out.
He was lounging on the couch, shirt half-unbuttoned, fingers playing with a gold chain around his neck—bored until he saw you.
The change was instant.
His jaw tightened. Eyes darkened. Legs spread wider as he leaned back, letting his gaze devour you inch by inch.
"Goddamn," he whispered. "Look at you..."
You bit your lip, walking slowly toward him, arms hugging your waist. "I-I wanted to try something new. For you."
"Oh, baby..." He stood, slow and menacing like a lion approaching its prey. "Look at how fuckin' pretty you are. You wore this for me?"
You nodded shyly.
He growled, cupping your jaw, pressing his body flush against yours. "You're perfect. My good, sweet little thing. Always know how to please Daddy, don't you?"
You whimpered, nodding again, thighs clenching at the heat pooling between your legs.
"Say it."
"I wanted to please you, Daddy," you whispered.
He grinned, wicked and proud. "You do. Every damn day."
He pushed you back gently, slowing leading you into the bedroom, until your knees hit the bed, and you fell onto the mattress. His eyes never left you. He stripped slowly, tattoos, scars, muscles all coming into view like a reward.
"You ready for me, baby?" he rasped, kneeling on the bed between your legs. "Already wet from all that praise, huh?"
"Y-yes," you breathed, back arching when his fingers brushed the inside of your thigh.
He kissed up your body—your knees, your hips, the soft skin above the lace. "This little outfit should be illegal." His voice was rough with restraint. "You're a fuckin' angel. My angel. Look how beautiful you are, begging for me without saying a word."
When he finally pushed your panties aside and slid two fingers inside you, your moan shattered the quiet. His thumb worked your clit in slow, sinful circles, and his mouth hovered by your ear.
"Doing so good for me... damn, look at you. So tight. So warm. You were made for this dick, weren't you?"
"Y-yes," you choked out, grabbing at his shoulders, legs trembling.
"Say it again."
"Made for you, Daddy... I'm yours—only yours..."
"That's right," he growled, lining himself up and sliding inside in one deep, punishing thrust.
You cried out, nails digging into his back, your body arching to meet his.
"Taking me so good," he praised, fucking into you hard, deep, relentless. "My perfect girl. Always so obedient. So fuckin' sweet."
Your moans filled the room, his name spilling from your lips like a prayer.
"Please... don't stop..."
"Never, baby. I'll give you everything. Wanna fuck you until you can't walk—fill you up, make you mine all over again."
You shattered around him with his name on your lips, your whole body tightening and trembling. He followed right after, growling into your neck, hips slamming into yours with brutal devotion.
When it was over, he stayed on top of you for a moment, panting against your skin, kissing your collarbone with surprising gentleness.
He pulled out slowly, watching you tremble and whimper beneath him.
"You did so good, baby..." he whispered, brushing your hair back. "My sweet girl. My good girl."
You smiled, dazed and breathless. "You liked the pink?"
He grinned, biting your shoulder softly. "I loved the pink. But I loved you in it even more."
