The Joker x Reader *Your day*
The Joker came up with the idea a while ago: from time to time you will have ”your day”, which means that for 12 hours you can do whatever you want. Sometimes it happens twice a month, sometimes weeks and weeks go by and…nothing. He secretly likes to make you happy but he wouldn’t admit it even if his life depends on it. A real sweetheart. T__T
(warning: a bit of smut)
“Princess, today’s your day.” His raspy voice comes from behind you, his breath on your shoulder, waiting for your reaction.
You’re sitting on the couch, reading a magazine, bored to death. You quickly lift your head up, turning to see him, full of hope.
“Oh my God, J, like…for reals?”
“For reals,” he confirms, grinning his silver teeth at you.
You scream, tossing the magazine to the side, pulling him for a fast kiss, then you push him back and you get off the couch.
“That’s all I get?” he complains with a puzzled look on his face. Oh, he’s such a little jerk, he knows what follows.
“Hold on, let me get dressed, I’ll be back in a sec, Puddin. “
You are soooooo excited; you didn’t have your day in almost three months. You run to your closet and get your skimpy favorite outfit out that you like to wear for such…occasions: a tight red and green t-shirt (your and his favorite colors) barely going down halfway your abs , short enough to reveal your “Property of Joker” huge tattoo spread across your pelvis, plus the matching really short shorts with your name printed in the front and his printed on the back. Add the high hills and…you’re done.
You go back in the living room, and he sits on his chair, waiting, playing with his gold chains.
“Under 5 minutes, Princess, I’m impressed. I should let you have your day more often, this way you get ready in time,” he mocks you.
“Whatever Mister J,” you roll your eyes while sprinting towards him and landing on his lap. “First thing on my list, always,” you whisper, pulling down on his bottom lip with your finger, teasing him a bit before you start kissing him passionately.
- First thing on your list is always making out with J for about half an hour. The reason why? He usually would do it for about 10, 15 minutes and then… well, you can imagine with him being such an impatient man. When it’s your day he can’t stop until you stop. Ha! Sucker! For sure taking advantage of this. You know it’s about time to put an end to it when your lips go numb. His hands are all over you and you know what he wants but it’s not going to happen right now. You have more stuff to do and can’t waste time, otherwise you’ll be trapped in the bedroom all day.
He growls, unhappy, trying to pull you back when you part from his mouth and you know better than to let him snitch you. You dodge his hand and walk backwards, licking on your lips so you can get some feeling back into them; they feel so red and swollen, just like his. You let out a devilish snicker (and you know you’ll pay for all of it later), encouraging him to get up so you can finally leave the penthouse.
“Come on, babeee, I wanna have fun out there, come on, pleasseeeee?”
“Damn it, it’s your day, I guess,” he gives up, frustrated, because he has to. He came up with the stupid thing anyway and now he can’t take it back. You smile to yourself watching him walk a bit funny towards the elevator. You almost feel sorry for him. Almost…
To compensate, you let him give you a few hickeys on the way down, this way he feels like he’s getting some revenge on you.
- Next thing on your list is shopping and actually paying for the stuff you like. The Joker pouts and has a tantrum because his Pumpkin shouldn’t do such a common, boring thing as paying for stuff. But what are you supposed to do with all the money you have anyway?!
- Since you are out during the day, you are using a black, unmarked car and you ask him to take you in Gotham woods at your favorite spot so he can speed and race. OMG, you love speed. He drives like a demon through the paved road, mostly deserted since Mister J bought the property last year and closed it down to the public. He does cookies and spins too and you love it until it starts to make you nauseated.
“OK, Puddin, I think I’m good now!” you let him know with a grimace. “I’m starting to get sick.”
“Lightweight!” J snickers, still doing a few more doughnuts while you dig your nails in his arm, yelling at him to stop. He can be such a stubborn ass sometimes. Thank God his rampage doesn’t last for longer.
- You go to the movies and he rents a whole screening room just for the two of you. You wanted to watch a scary movie and he wanted to watch you get naked but you win because it’s your day and you have plans. He frowns for the length of the whole movie, arms crossed on his chest, not even looking your way until the end. Jeez, sometimes you feel you live with a 5 year old. You sigh and you have to be the bigger person (again) and give him your neck for more hickeys. That seems to please him, but you’re sure you will regret it in a little bit. In fact, you already are, your skin looks like a bruised up minefield.
- Late lunch with Frost and his new girlfriend. You really like her since she’s your sister. They both seem to stare at your love bites that you don’t even try to hide. You like to wear them with pride, like battle wounds. People need to know how you suffer. Small talk going on, she lifts her eyebrows, pointing her lips towards your hickeys and you sigh, rolling your eyes and soundlessly mutter “temper.” She understood what you said and she giggles, quickly coughing when Mister J looks your way. You play with your food, trying to look as innocent as possible. The boys don’t talk too much; they are kind of socially awkward anyway. You don’t think they know what to say to each other except work stuff.
- Back to the penthouse, day almost over with.
“Come on, Princess, hurry up!” the Joker rushes you, coming out of the bedroom with only his gym shorts on, your name printed all over. You guys really like personalized clothing.
“I’m ready, almost done! I swear!” you grab the popcorn from the microwave, plus your Pepsi and you follow him to the gym area. This is one on the best things to ask for when it’s your day: the Joker working out and you watching, eating popcorn and sipping on your drink. It’s better than any movie, ever. You whistle and roar every couple of minutes, visibly pleased with the view.
“Yeah, Puddin, work it! Oh, look at those muscles,” your eyes widen, totally getting excited. He’s starting to sweat a bit and that makes him look even more delicious to you and he knows it. He gets off the weight bench and with just two fingers he slowly and seductively pulls down on his shorts, watching your mouth open in anticipation. You choke on the popcorn but quickly recover because the show is getting better and better. Right before he uncovers what you’re dying to see, he pulls up his shorts, full of himself.
“That’s for doing the same thing to me all day, baby doll.”
Wow, what a jerk! He’ll pay; your day is not over yet.
“Wanna come help me?” he winks and you agree, still upset though.
He starts doing pushups with you sitting on his back and you count.
“50,51,52 …Wow, J, how many can you do?! Last time you did 50.”
“A hundred,” he grunts from under your weight, pushing himself to the limit.
“I’m impressed, you know,” you reply, spanking him and continuing to count, back to slurping on your Pepsi.
- And for your grand finale, you lured The Joker in the bedroom,( which was effortless after you took your top off) and tight him to the bed with handcuffs. You still have 20 minutes from your day left so you decided he’s going to pay for the hickeys, for the gym scene and for other things he always does to you.
You tease him to the max, kissing him all over, brushing your skin on his but not letting him touch you himself. You bite his flesh softly and he just goes crazy.
“Untie me, doll, I can’t take it anymore, I want you right now. “
“I still have three minutes,” you give him an evil smile, licking his neck.
“Fuck, stop it or I swear I’m gonna punish you the worst way possible.”
“Hehehe, do it…Daddy!” you smirk.
That’s it, he’s done. When you call him Daddy he’s a goner and you soooo know it.
“I’m going to be nice, Puddin and untie you a minute earlier”, you smile, feeling sorry for him and to be honest at this point for you too. “But you owe me since you’re cutting into my time.”
He just purrs, biting his lips, his eyes devouring you.
“Ummm, Puddin, I can’t find the keys,” you say, looking around the bed, trying to hold your laugh.
“I can’t find the keys” you repeat, amused.
“Well, where did you put them?”
“I don’t know,” you chuckle, “I don’t actually remember seeing them.”
“You’re fucking with me, right?”
“Ehehehe, not yet,” you giggle, still looking around.
Mister J lets his head fall down on the pillow, annoyed.
“I’ll find them, I swear I will, but now…”
You crawl on top of him, forcing him to look at you again.
“You know what… Daddy? We can have fun anyway, it’s not like we didn’t do this before. Since you find yourself in this…position, I will just have to take advantage of you.” You kiss him roughly and he lets out a deep moan.
“I don’t deserve you, doll.”
“Tell me something I don’t know,” you bite his lip and pull yourself up, starting to take your bra off.
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