The Suicide Squad - Strange Voodoo

Wham Bam, Thank You Pam *smut*

Joker had grabbed Ivy by the neck and pushed her forcefully on the table before them. All sorts of plant grooming tools crashed on the floor but neither of them cared much for any of it. All they could focus on was the growing heat between them, Jokers nails scraping the delicate veins on Ivy's neck, and his erection desperately rubbing on her thigh.

His red lips had found her own and they were kissing and moaning as if they needed each other's breath to survive. Ivy's hands found Jokers chest and instinctually tried to push the clown off her, only he grinned in response and used his strength to pin her down, quickly climbing over her.

"Oh no you don't, Pammy, daddy's got exactly what you need." He rasped in her ear, reaching down and groping himself.

The clown normally disgusted her but right now, he was saying and doing all the right things. With a sharp tug, he had ripped off her attire and had slipped his hand in his own pants, bringing out his erection. But before anything else happened, he hopped off the table, grabbed her hair, and pulled her down to her knees.

He looked down at her with a wide, proud grin. 

She looked up at him momentarily confused, but when he shoved his hardened length in her face, she got the gist. With an inward sigh, she locked eyes with him and brought her mouth closer to the tip. She loved to see the look on the clowns face when, for a moment, he was at her mercy.

And as she wrapped her mouth around him for the first time that night, she watched his smile drop instantly and his lips form an o-shape. His eyes were now half-lidded and Ivy didn't dare look away, even when she took him in deeper. Her mouth danced all over his cock as she took him into her wet, warm mouth. The way it was twitching in there, she knew the Joker had held out for a while. Not like he had to, he had multiple women on call at all hours if he ever had the itch.

But it seemed either he hadn't had the itch for so long, or couldn't bring attention to it for some reason. Whatever it was, Ivy felt a strange pang of happiness in her heart. She didn't have to spell it out for him nor anyone that Joker was the only man she could truly have sex with. Well, not unless the other men die mid-fuck.

It isn't really considered a romantic affair if Ivy has to roll over a dead body, or if she has to chase an orgasm really quick before the man giving it to her died. She cringed at the thought.

Before she could continue the thought, Joker was yanking her up to her feet by her neck. 

"Mmmm!" Ivy's grunts filled the room as Joker pushed her back down on the table on her stomach, leaving her ass exposed in the air.  Ivy gasped when he smacked it hard.

Once.

Twice.

"Ooh Pammy, you really should see what a beautiful shade of purple and blue your ass looks when I smack it. That green tinge really does give you a little bit of pizzazz!" He laughed maniacally as he continued to smack.

Ivy felt tears in her eyes but mores, with each smack, she felt her core on her fire. A jolt of pleasure shot from her ass to her middle with every hard blow, and Joker knew all too well. Hell, he saw the glistening of her inner thighs. He stopped smacking and ran his index and middle finger down her slit all the way up to her clit, making her shiver.

"Mmm, I wonder what happens if I do this." He said, shoving his two fingers deep and quick into her core, causing Ivy to moan out. "Wow, still so tight.. this is what I like about you, Pammy, every time I come back you're still as tight and needy as a virgin." Joker laughed out as Ivy blushed. He removed his fingers from her velvety confines and tasted them. His eyes rolled back as he took in her sweet taste, his breath growing heavy and his cock growing impossibly harder. 

He looked down at it and growled to himself, grabbing her ass and separating the cheeks. He pulled himself behind her, aligning himself to her slit before squeezing her ass in his hands and pulling her backward. Ivy felt him pushing in hard, the resistance completely ignored by the clown.

"Ah, wait you jerk!" But Joker, being himself, completely ignored her. In fact, knowing she was struggling, he used one hand to wrap her hair around and the other to wrap around her ribcage, and the clown was going balls deep with each thrust, making damn sure to make up for all the sensations Ivy had missed out on all this time. It wasn't often they fucked so the clown ensured he was going all out each time.

And right now, as Ivy was holding on to dear life to the table, Joker was certain she'd pass out by the time he was done.

His thighs were spread, pushing into her so deep and so rough that Ivy could hardly keep her eyes open. She could hear and feel his thighs slapping her ass with each thrust, and as her moans grew louder, his thrusts grew harder. 

"Fuck! Clown! Please! Ah!" She'd moan out between each thrust, and of course the clown, with a big grin on his face, delivered each thrust with all the fervor his loins could muster. He felt his thighs seize and he knew he was getting closer and closer.

Ivy felt him push her forward so she was on her hands and knees on the table. His smile faltered completely as he pushed against her once again, his knees now on the cold, hard table as well. They were going at it doggy style and Joker was about to howl.

His thrusts were ruthless, hard and quick, like a jackhammer, and Ivy knew the way his hips wouldn't let up that he was close. It was a good thing, too, because she was probably closer. Her body began to shake completely out of her volition and she felt that sweet feeling deep inside her began to rise, up and up, higher and higher until her toes were curling and her body froze completely.

She let out a sound that was in between a scream and a moan, she wasn't quite sure what it was exactly, and as she was there at her peak, she felt the Joker give a few sharp thrusts and growl. Her hot, spent body collapsed completely on the cold, hard table and she felt him collapse over her as well, only for a moment though. He was quick to pull himself together again and was standing up, fixing his suit.

Looking back at him, she saw him smiling diabolically at her once again.

"Ahh, thank you Pammy, I really needed that." He grinned.