Marvel/DC Smuts!

Jerome Valeska

Requested by @avengerlocked 
 --This will be a rape fantasy because, let's face it, Jerome's a sick fucker and this is how I imagine him--

"Come in, back up is needed, suspect is going inside the building" you said into your walkie, 

"Stay put, do not follow him" Gordon replied and you sighed angrily, 

"He's getting away" you replied and ran in after Jerome, you looked around the room. Water was trickling down, mice ran across the floor but Jerome was no where to be seen. You walked further inside and Jerome hugged you from behind, making your gun go off and Jerome let go immediately,

"Damn officer, cuff me" Jerome laughed and you put your gun away. You pulled your hair down from its tight ponytail and hugged him tightly, 

"Did you send them to the wrong place?" 

"Of course" you smirked and kissed him deeply, you had missed him so much. 

"How's your dad? Ready to meet his son in law yet?" Jerome asked and you laughed, 

"I don't think the great detective Gordon would appreciate his daughter dating a psycho serial killer" you replied and Jerome led you upstairs to his hideout. You entered his bedroom and sat down on his bed, you pulled your uniform off piece by piece and threw it on the floor, 

"Guess it's my lucky night" Jerome smirked and walked up to you, he stood in front of you as you sat back down on the bed, his belt buckle inches from your face. You smiled up at him and kissed the top of his trousers gently. He gripped a fist full of your hair and slammed you down on the bed, you cried out in pain but Jerome silenced you with his hand. He unbuckled his trousers and threw them on the floor, he picked up your handcuffs and cuffed both of your hands to the headboard. He smiled down at you and trailed his fingers down your exposed body. His fingers hooked around the straps of your bra and very gently tugged it down, he unclasped it and left it as a crumpled mess by your wrists. He took his own shirt off and revealed his scared, cut up body. You wanted to touch him but knew he'd never allow it. He pulled his underwear down, exposing himself to you. You almost moaned at the sight. Almost. He wouldn't like sounds of consent. He ripped your underwear off and you whimpered, you tried to close your legs but he ripped them open. He got in between your legs and gagged you with his belt. Once he was satisfied his hands traveled down your body. His fingers grazed your curves and you tried so hard to resist begging him. He bit your shoulder so hard it bled and you cried out in pain, he smirked and licked the blood that trickled down. He gave himself a few tugs and thrust himself inside you. It hurt as it had been awhile and he knew that, he didn't let you adjust, he slammed himself inside you repeatedly, knowing full well you were in pain. Jerome moaned your name and bit your breast, you whimpered and gasped as the pleasure took over the pain. You loved doing this with him, knowing he was in full control. 

"Admit it, you love it" he said and ripped the belt away, 

"No I don't, please stop, please, it hurts" you begged and he laughed in your face. His thrusts got harder and his pace intensified. He groaned your name and picked up your walkie talkie,

"Should I press the button, let them all hear?" He asked and you shook your head violently, 

"Please Jerome, no, please" You begged and he smirked again, 

"You better be quiet then" he replied and held down the button, you didn't make a peep as he pounded into you, his hands holding your waist so tight it began to hurt. Jerome threw the walkie away and gripped the other hip. His pace quickened again and he was getting close, you knew it. 

"Please Jerome, please stop. You're hurting me please" you begged and he groaned. A few more pumps and he pulled out, then released on your breasts. You looked down in pride and he smirked, his hand disappeared between your legs and you felt his fingers enter you, you moaned loudly and bucked your hips, trying to get them deeper. He licked your clit and pumped his fingers faster, knowing you were close too. 

"Do it, slut, cum for me" he said and you released on his hand, your toes curled and you gripped the handcuffs tightly. 

Jerome got off the bed and got dressed, 

"Aren't you forgetting something?" You asked, gesturing to the handcuffs, he smirked and laughed, 

"Nope" he said and picked up the walkie talkie, 

"She's in the building, on third floor, I've had my fun with her" he laughed and broke the walkie talkie. 

"If I was you I'd act unconscious or something" he laughed and kissed your forehead, you giggled and laid on your side so you could hide the smile, 

"See you soon gorgeous"