Joker Imagines {For Darker Tastes}

Behind Bars {Light Smut}

One... Two... Three.... Drip.
One... Two... Three.... Drip.

The irony of something driving me mad in a madhouse almost made me chuckle. Or at least it would have, were it not for the rage and irritation that slowly filled up the spaces of my mind. I have been in this cold, damp place for almost three days. The only way of telling time i had, was the tiny, closed window above my head. Clouded with dust and smudged by dirty fingerprints. The air was so thick and moist, it was hard to breath. Bleach and rubbing alcohol stinging my nose with every inhale, making me scrunch my nose up in disgust.

I thought these places were supposed to be all, super neat and clean. Like a hospital. Clearly, they missed the memo.

The tingling became too much to bear for a moment, and I folded over, coughing violently. The air being forced up my chest and throat, burning every step of the way as if I was spitting up flames. Is this what dragons felt?

Right about now, a tall muscular man would cautiously bring me a tray of what they claimed was food. Nothing i could harm myself, or others, with. And most likely full of hidden drugs to make me docile. Especially after the biting incident yesterday. However it has taken longer than usual today.

Tap tap tap

Shit, well finally! That slop was actually beginning to sound appealing. The taps were pretty much just a warning/alert that they were about to enter. No such thing as asking around here.. I shuffled backwards across the cold floor, pressing my back up against the wall. Much to my surprise, when the door opened I wasn't greeted by the sight of guards and a tray of radioactive waste. No, today decided to bring me and unusual treat.

I kept my hands behind me, nervously playing with the elastic waistband of my bland off-white pants. The singular male figure quickly stepped inside and closed the door behind him, taking care to make almost no noise as he did. I knew exactly who he was. I had never laid eyes on him until this moment, but I had heard all about him. The clown prince himself. Although he had unwillingly exchanged his flashy purple suit for a straitjacket (which was currently un-fastened), he still held the same amount of intimidation his presence demanded. Maybe even more.

"Y-You're not supposed to be here." My attempt at sounding stern and confident ended up coming out as a stutter, barely above a whisper. For half a minute he said nothing. Only stared at me. His expression going from annoyed to amused as his eyes wandered, looking at my body. He flashed what i assumed was his famous grin, stroking the sides of his face with the long sleeves of his straitjacket. I could notice visible stains from what i assumed was his makeup. There was no audible laugh, but his face said it all. As if my words had made this a fun new game for him. His green hair shifted onto his face as he leaned forward, now sort of looking up at me through the slight veil of hair as he tilted his face a little downward.

"Now now, miss uh...(Y/N). Is that any way to treat a visitor? I know you haven't had one since you've been here."

"That's because i'm not allowed..."

It's not like I exactly wanted him to leave. Seeing someone's face other than those damned guards and doctors; it actually felt pretty good. Not to mention, even though I wouldn't admit it, I found him very attractive. Does that make me sick? I know who he is and what he does, yet the sound of his voice has me struggling to keep my composure...

The clasps on his straitjacket jingled as he began to pull his arms out of the sleeves, taking it off with a bit of effort and holding the dingy and stained fabric in his hands. His bare torso glistened with sweat, and i couldn't help but stare at his tattoos. The thin material of my pants was about to be noticeably damp in a certain spot. Get a hold of yourself woman! I squeezed my thighs together in an attempt to hide my arousal, but that only made the material rub closely against me. God, why was I so sensitive? Has it really been that long?

"You like what you see?"

"You have some very interesting tattoos." My eyes shifted back and forth from the floor to his body. I could feel the heat of his stare, without even making eye contact. He came just an inch or three closer, almost enough distance for him to touch me if he reached out in my direction. A thought that both excited and scared me.

"At a loss for words now? Maybe-" He playfully stretched out each syllable, reaching out his pale hand until the tips of his fingers touched my knee. "-your actions..or reactions could give me a better answer. Let's test it out."

The tips of his fingers slid slowly from my knee to my upper thigh. His fingertips, despite the layer of cheap fabric covering my skin, made my thigh twitch beneath his warm hand. I could feel him. Feel the heat from his body as the space between us became smaller and smaller. Higher, his hand traveled at a slow pace until it reached where I had been pressing my thighs together. Instead of taking it as the obvious hint of a closed door, he thought more appropriate to pry it open. Forcing my thighs apart with the swift and rough grip of his hands. It excited me how that touch could go from soothing to painful in only a moment's time.

His hand resumed it's travel, now reaching it's destination at the noticeably damp crotch of my pants. His fingers pressing against me, rubbing curiously at the source of all this moisture. "Well well.~ If I knew i'd be going swimming, I would've brought my trunks." He teasingly tugged at the waistband of my sweatpants, peeling it away from my skin enough to snake his hand inside. There was nothing inexperienced about the way he touched me. Circling my clit with his thumb, he made sure to look me right in the eyes. Almost daring me to look away. He wanted me to see him as he witnessed me coming undone. Literally in the palm of his hand. "Oh well. Guess i'll have to go skinny dipping." With ease, he slid his two fingers inside of me, breaking any resistance I had tried to put up. Even biting down onto my bottom lip didn't silence the moan the pushed it's way through. It certainly wouldn't erase the proof that was now coating his fingers as he began to pump them rhythmically.

"Don't silence those sweet little moans, doll. The guards won't disturb us, i assure you. And I want to hear every...little...gasp."

There was no use in denying it anymore. Who was I putting up a front for? I slowly rocked my hips in tune with his motions, my desire to feel him deeper within me overcoming whatever shame or guilt I may have previously felt. Let your hair down, for once. You love this shit and you know it. Oh dear God, did I know it. As I let my pleasured sighs and gasps fall out as they were always meant to, it seemed to fuel him. Cheering him on in a language he understood more than I had expected. "There we go, (Y/N). Isn't life so much more enjoyable when you give in?"

Is this what i've been denying myself? All that time I spent, tucking away my true desires... I could have been living like him. Living life according to no ones rules but my own, with a permanent smile on my face. My heart pounded, as it could burst free from my chest at any moment. Joker's thrusts became rougher, as he seemed to growl in my ear. "Are you ready for this? To surrender yourself to me?" His voice, thick with temptation, brought me closer to the brink; and I was fully prepared to leap over the edge. Diving headfirst into his control. I signed myself away into submission, reaching my orgasm just as he had called me to.

Our deep breaths became one, almost breathing in sync as we both took a second to come down. I almost whimpered in protest when he finally pulled his hand from my pants. He lifted his fingers to his mouth, tasting me as if it were the sweetest of dessert toppings. "Mmm-mmm.~ The proof is in the pudding. Now, get yourself together and lets go. No good letting all this...potential rot away in here."

The only thing better than living by my own rules...would be living by his.