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Title: Eat You Alive [1/1]
Rating: M
Pairings: Joker/OC, if-you-blink-you'll-miss-it Batman/Joker references
Word Count: 2,757
Disclaimer: DC/Nolan/Kane, can your characters come out and play?
Warnings: Graphic sex and violence, animalistic!Joker, Dominant/Submissive
Summary: The Clown Prince meets the cherubic nymphet of his dreams at a club in the Narrows, and decides to indulge in his needs.
Dawn Richardson stood in the corner of the club, looking for Harley, her wild best friend, and sipping her Bay Breeze. The place reeked of cheap perfume, sweat, and alcohol. Dawn did not know how her friend had dragged her here. Sure, it was her twenty-first birthday, but Dawn did not plan on getting trashed, laid, or any of the things that Harley wanted her to do. Besides, this was not the part of Gotham to do those things in. She could see strippers on poles, rooms in the back, and well-dressed pimps. These things made her nervous. This was her first time in a club and her first time really roaming Gotham, so she was nervous as hell.
She gritted her teeth at the odd, foreign taste of alcohol on her tongue. This was her fourth drink tonight. Apparently, she was downing them out of boredom. Soon, she was going to get herself drunk. She could already feel dizziness from intoxication coming over her.
Hell no. Sit down before you do something really stupid.
Dawn did as her mind commanded, and sat at a seemingly vacant table with her drink. She was bored. She needed something to do. She needed someone to talk to or something. But, she wasn’t going to join the crowds of people. She was too shy, too awkward, and too paranoid. She cursed her friend for dragging her to this unfamiliar, scary place as she took another sip of her drink. It was gone.
The strobe lights were giving her a damn headache. She wished she could leave. However, she couldn’t, as she had been chosen as the designated driver for her friend’s escapade. She ran a few long fingers through her thick hair, caring less if she ruined the ringlets Harley had perfectly styled. Her hair was coarse. It was disgusting. She licked her lips, and tasted the gross combination of her pink lipstick and alcohol. Dawn pulled her jacket a bit closer to her body, wanting a less-revealing dress. The dress she wore was fancy and beautiful, but sexier than she would’ve liked. Her lingerie was also too silky, and too uncomfortable.
“You can’t be a virgin forever!” Harley had insisted when she left out the sexy lingerie for Dawn. Dawn had reluctantly put everything on and Harley blabbed about how she could find a great guy (or great sex) at this club. And how it was every girl’s twenty-first birthday dream to lose her virginity (if she hadn’t already lost it). Honestly, Dawn would prefer just to go home, snuggle under blankets, and watch Lifetime movies she had on TiVo.
She saw a man approach her. She couldn’t make out his face from the combination of cheap alcohol and the obnoxious strobe lights.
“Well hello there.” The nasally voice greeted. She licked her lips again. She swore she had heard it before, but couldn’t make it out.
“H-Hi.” She replied in somewhat of a whisper and smiled nervously. Little did she know, the fiend who stood before her was Gotham’s most notorious criminal mastermind, the Joker. He had devious intentions on his mind, and this girl’s naivety was aiding him. He did not wear his make-up, but still looked frightening without it.
“You seem… lost.” Like a little puppy. He snickered. She chewed on her lower lip and gave him a look that could resemble a lost toddler’s.
“I don’t know where my friend is. She took me here for my twenty-first birthday ‘celebration’,” she used air-quotes around ‘celebration’, “and she just left me here. I’ve never been in a club before.”
The Joker inwardly chuckled. This girl was honestly too innocent and stupid for her own good.
“Mind if I uh, sit?”
“N-No! Go ahead!” She smiled brightly, and he sat in the seat before her.
“Sorry for not introducing myself. My name is Dawn.” She smiled genuinely, something you rarely saw in females.
“Dawn. Hmm. Makes me think of the early morning sun. No need to apologize, really. I am the one who never introduced myself. My name is…” His voice trailed off as his mind raced to fabricate a name, “Jack.” He decided. She nodded and licked her lips again.
He watched as her tongue licked her pink lips, and got to study her face even further. Dark auburn hair, ruddy cheeks, greenish-blue eyes that shone with purity and innocent, ivory skin that resembled a porcelain doll’s…
The girl was innocent and beautiful. He liked to destroy innocent and beautiful things. It was like a clean slate that you could do anything with. He often read of the noble, winged seraphs: elegant, gorgeous, envied. He often dreamed to own an angel of his own, one he could call his. One he could destroy. One he could corrupt in his own way. The woman before him fit into these fantasies more than he could possibly believe. He licked his lips and flashed a yellow smile at her, which she did not notice because she wasn’t paying attention. This gave him a chance to study her further. She was wearing a spaghetti-strap black dress with sparkling sequins on the small bust and part of the slim waist that went to her knees, revealing part of her creamy thighs, and he didn’t care to look any lower. His pants got tighter.
He wanted her, he wanted her now, and he always got what he wanted. Luring her where he wanted should be easy. Yes, yes. It was going to be.
“I think I know where she is. If you’ll follow me,” he lied, and she nodded. He got up and she began to follow him. He compared this all to stealing candy from a baby. It was just, too, easy. He normally liked a challenge. That’s why he had Batman.
But, he was a man before everything else. And this opportunity was just too hard too resist. He led the girl to the hallways of doors, and saw a hostess standing there. He smiled viciously, licked the scarred flesh of his cheeks, and walked over to the woman.
“Which room is uh, open? And has stuff already set up inside?” The woman looked at his scars for a brief second, and looked up at him.
“Room 208. It has lubricant, wine, vibrators, dildos, handcuffs, anything you’d need in there.” He smirked as the woman handed her the key.
“If you need anything else, come get me.”
“Thank you. Come on, Dawn.” He walked down the hallway. She continued to follow him like a puppy. Her lips quivered. She knew this wasn’t good, but followed anyway, fearing a violent reaction from him. Besides, she hated being rude. Her mother had raised her to be a polite girl. He opened the door and shoved her inside. He hastily locked it behind him and put the key in his pocket, which he threw on the ground.
She stared at him with wide, frightened eyes that got him even more aroused. If that was possible. He stalked toward her, and she shook as she got to her feet. He grabbed her by her hair and smashed his face against hers, roughly kissing her. She didn’t give up, at first, but realized his strength was no match for hers and began to weakly kiss him back. He shoved her onto the bed and began to kiss her swollen lips, her cheeks, her neck, all while she tried to keep herself calm and quiet so as to not piss him off.
He slipped her jacket off her shoulders and began to run his rough, biting kisses to her chest. He wasn’t shy when he tore her dress off, revealing her lingerie. His eyes lit up and he smiled wider as he moved his lips down to one of her breasts. A few soft moans emitted from her mouth, driving him further in what he was doing. He reached behind her soft, warm, inviting body to unclasp her bra, and when it was done he threw it off her, revealing a rather small bust. Her nipples were a peach color, and her breasts were about the size of oranges. He licked his lips and stopped admiring her to gently suckle on one, and when she began to moan louder he began to get rougher by biting down and chewing. She squealed, and he could taste the blood in his mouth, and could feel it dripping down her abdomen. He finished with that one and began the other. This was his way of marking his territory. Claiming his property, even.
With the other one, he began to groan into. He thrusted his groin into hers, and felt the erection between his legs meeting her moist underwear, and the smell of her arousal filled the room. He began to plant quick kisses all over her stomach while they both groaned in time with each thrust. He decided this was enough, and stopped his thrusting. Normally, a man would never be able to stop, but he was different than the others. He saw her bite her lip to keep wanting moans from escaping and smirked to himself. He removed his lips from her abdomen and moved his thumbs to the waistband of her panties. She stared at him with wide eyes. The only thing that protected her innocence was about to be stripped from her. He slowly, torturously slid her underwear to her knees and threw them somewhere amongst the messy piles of clothes already scattered all over the floor. He moved his face down to her groin, and she began to pant heavily as she felt his hot breathe on her, going inside her. It was an odd experience. She felt a dull ache there, a need for something to be pleasuring her.
He stuck his middle finger inside her. She hissed in pain as he pushed it inside of her, the hole barely enough to fit his finger. He groaned at the thought of what was going to be surrounding his cock, and began to thrust his finger faster. She thought she had never experienced such pain in her life, at first, until his thrusts got harder and faster. He added another digit. Soon, she was shamelessly riding him, getting very close. He could tell, as she was beginning to tighten around his fingers. He suddenly moved his fingers upward, to the roof of the vagina. She moaned and attempted to make those fingers penetrate deeper.
“Baby, just relax and enjoy the ride.” He said. She nodded, and listened to him. She suddenly opened her eyes wide and groaned. He smirked. He had found the spot.
“J-Jack. I have to pee.” She said between gasps. He smiled again. It was working.
“No, you don’t.” He began to push a bit harder on the spongy tissue, and soon everything began to get much, much tighter and wetter around him. To ensure her oncoming orgasm, he began to lightly suck on the small bundle of nerves that stuck from its hood. She screamed in ecstasy, and he began to thrust into her even more, finger fucking her into nirvana.
It felt as if she had sky-rocketed off the earth. It felt as if her mind had just shattered, and was now replaced with this white-hot, sizzling pleasure. She had no idea what she was doing as she thrusted her hips into the Joker’s face. He prolonged this all as much as he could. He liked to see people in a discombobulated state such as this. It was funny to know he could break people with simply using his mouth and hands. No words, no explosions, no murders. Nothing but his own two hands and his own mouth.
When she began to relax and pant harder, he withdrew his mouth and fingers from her. He ran his soaked fingers over his lips, causing them to shine with her orgasmic juices. He smirked, and she stared at him before he brought his lips to hers, making her taste her own come. She cringed at the bitter flavor on her tongue, but returned the kiss anyway. Her willingness made him even fiercer about it all, hastily unbuttoning his belt and pulling his pants to his ankles. He was glad he did not wear his usual suit. Or underwear.
The girl stared at his erection, and he caught her staring, and smirked when her face turned red. She began to shake beneath him.
“I-I don’t want that inside me. It looks like i-it h-hurts!”
He couldn’t help but let out a few giggles. She was a virgin. He knew this from her apprehensiveness and from her tightness. This just made it all the more fun for him. He’d be her first one. He wanted to snicker at the thought.
“Oh, re-lax! It ain’t gonna hurt!” He snickered, and positioned herself at her entrance, groaning softly at the heat that radiated from there. She bit her lip, and he slowly slid himself inside of her, moaning loudly at the feel of her moist, warm walls surrounding him. She moaned in a mixture of pleasure and pain, and he honestly didn’t know (and didn’t care) which of the two she felt as he began to move in and out of her, at first going at a slow pace, but as his rage and lust built he moved faster, until he felt the familiar white daggers of pleasure start at his feet.
He let out an animalistic growl and wrapped his hands around her throat. She gasped and attempted to struggle against him, slowly approaching her own climax. He felt her walls tighten around him, and he thrusted harder, faster, all while he began to slowly loosen the grip on her throat, already seeing the purple marks from his fingers forming with the hickeys formed from his mouth. He felt the pleasure moved up his body, and he let out one loud, inhuman growl and one more thrust, and he released himself inside her.
Hers came right after his. She screamed loudly, and he continued to thrust inside her until she also came on him.
“J-Jack, J-Jack!” She kept saying. He licked his lips and studied her.
For the remainder of the night and part of the dawn he kept at it. But, every time their bodies slapped together, and every time they moaned in ecstasy, he got rougher. It wasn’t just the throat he craved to see purple bruises form. No. It was everywhere. Her stomach, ass, legs, arms. All over her beautiful body multiple colored splotches formed. He had spanked her enough times with the whip provided with the room for her ass to be permanently bruised, fucked her from behind enough times to make sure she would always bleed because of him (and even imagined she was a certain masked vigilante below him screaming on some occasions), and had bit down into the soft flesh of her lips for them to swell twice their size and bleed everywhere.
As the beautiful, pink early morning sun peeked out from the buildings that spread across the Narrows, the Joker walked out of the bathroom, donning his suit and a fresh face of make-up, as well as a new scent that wasn’t of sex. He smelled the room and wrinkled his face in disgust. He scanned his eyes over the pretty, dead body on the bed. Dawn lay with her eyes wide open, her make-up almost contorted to look like his, messy hair covering her face, bruised, bleeding lips open in an ‘o’, some of his ejaculation on her stomach, groin, and ass. Most of it on her stomach, forming a ‘J’, on top of the various bruises. He admired his handiwork, especially the large, hand-sized splotches on his neck.
She was the cherubic seraph that had been sent to him from God. Yes, yes. But, even the most beautiful, innocent things had to be destroyed. It was chaos. The unstoppable force. Besides, she was a lot prettier like this, anyway. Purple was his favorite color, right beside the color of the blood trickling down her chin. He walked out the back door of the room, greeting the bitter winter air like it was his best friend. And it almost was.
He walked down the alleyways, stroking the tight, neatly braided bracelet of thick, glossy, auburn hair on his wrist.
FIN