A heavy wooden door opened with a man in a suit striding in, taking carefully measured steps. This was almost unreal, part of some twisted fantasy brought to reality by a series of unfortunate events. While that may be true, he couldn't find it in himself to care about the reasoning behind it, only that it was happening. He tried to stay aloof, to not give away the emotions crawling beneath the surface, just waiting to burst out. No, that wouldn't do and he's had plenty of practice schooling his expressions, his body language. It was easy to tell himself that. The last twenty minutes had been spent pacing around, going over what might happen during the conversation that would inevitably happen. That needed to happen. Playing out scenarios and coming up with one-liners and answers to prove his confidence and ability to keep his cool during the questions he imagined were going to be asked.
The last twenty minutes ended up being a complete waste of time. Just the sight of her standing there made him completely forget the string of thoughts he played on repeat during the long trek through the never-ending halls and excruciating elevator ride. It was tantalizing just being in the same room with the person standing near the wall.
Bruce walked by, eyes glued to the brunette with her arms folded over her chest. Always the image of perfection in her blouse and pencil-skirt, not a wrinkle in sight. Her chestnut-colored hair was in its natural form, soft waves that never needing any taming. This was the only good thing that came from the Joker terrorizing the city. It brought her here... To him, needing to be safely tucked away until everything blew over. He was the one she came to, asking to be protected from the things that go bump in the night. Her career was spent chasing after the monsters who committed heinous acts through the legal system, but she never really experience or truly understood that world, not in the way Bruce did. He lived in the darkness when the sun finally retreated and the shadows loomed over the city. Being faced with the realities that came with prodding the devil and the retaliation it brought, she knew that no one would be able to protect her the way he could. That fact rubbed his ego in all the right ways and it was with smug elation that he happily accepted the request.
Rachel stood against the cool surface of the wall, blue eyes watching the man circling around, like a shark with its prey. It wasn't too far off, because he absolutely wanted to devour her. Every single bit, keeping it all for himself. He dark orbs greedily took her form in, appreciating how she's grown into such a fine woman, no matter how many times he's seen her in a little a year since he returned to Gotham. It was always like this whenever they were together. For years they've known each other... Going all the way back to childhood. She was one of the very few people who knew who he really was.
From being a haughty billionaire-playboy by day, to a masked 'vigilante' by night, these meetings were like a breath of fresh air. No walls between, no need to lie about anything, he could just be himself. He didn't have some ridiculous, carefully manicured image to uphold when Rachel was there. She's seen him at his worse and best, literally. There were no fronts or excuses necessary. They could lay it all out on the table, without any hesitation. To Bruce, this was the small oasis in his chaotic life.
"...Harvey called. He said that Batman's going to turn himself in..." Bruce knew that tone all too well. It was when she was gearing up for a lecture, he's heard it so many times before. To him, it didn't matter what she bitched at him about, just as long as they were conversing in some form.
For the last week, Rachel's been staying at the penthouse with him. It wasn't anything like Wayne Manor that the two were used to, but this was better than nothing. The Joker had named her as his next target and his threats weren't just something to be concerned about... They were promises. Out of all the men who claimed to keep their word, the clown ended up being one of the very few that actually seemed to mean it. Unfortunately...
With the problem of corrupt cops being on the mafia and possibly the Joker's payroll, it wouldn't be safe for her to be anywhere near the police station or the D.A.'s office. There was no way of knowing who could be trusted or not. This was a very real situation, both Bruce and Dent came to understand that. In order to keep Rachel safe, they had to put their differences and feelings for this woman aside to keep her alive. Dent was understandably and wholeheartedly against her staying here, feeling uncomfortable with the entire situation. There wasn't much of a choice, this really was the only safe place in the city anymore.
"I have no choice..." No one was getting any closer to catching the Joker and more bodies were piling up everyday, just like that maniac promised. What was he supposed to do? The entirety of the city was calling for him to turn himself in, attributing and blaming him for the never-ending string of murders.
"You honestly think that's going to keep the Joker from killing people?"
"Maybe not, but I have enough blood on my hands... I've seen now what I would have to become to stop men like him." The only option the clown was leaving him was to break his one rule-to not take a life. That was something he swore he'd never do the day Ra's al Ghul and the League of Shadows tried to force him to take justice into his own hands and end the life of a criminal they captured. He refused. There was a difference between justice and revenge. Rachel showed him that eight years ago, when his parents murderer was gunned down after his court hearing, when he revealed to her he planned on doing it himself. If he did decide to go down that road, it was still close to impossible to find the Joker. Not without him wanting to be found. Everyone learned that the hard way.
The brunette sighed, not liking where this was going. It wasn't hard to understand her words, but what choice was left?
"You once told me that if the day came and I was finished, we'd be together..." That was the only thing that held Bruce together from truly embodying Batman. What he desired most in his dark life, was standing right in front of him. The women, the parties, the money... It was all meaningless at the end of the day. Having one person that he was desperately in love with, now that made life worth living. Everything else felt like an obligation, whether it was to Wayne Enterprises or Gotham City. The person he fell for was the only bit of freedom left that was his own choice.
"Bruce... Don't make me your one hope for a normal life." The sadness in her blue eyes made his chest tighten. It hurt... Right now, even though they stared at each other like this, she wasn't his woman. For a while now, the brunette has been dating Harvey Dent, the man who asked her to marry him. Fortunately, she didn't have time to answer from the Joker crashing the fundraiser.
"Did you mean it?" Holding his breath, his chest felt like it would explode at any moment. Praying beyond hope that her words back then meant as much to her as it did him.
"...Yes."
Dark eyes stared into hers intently, the tension in his muscles starting to wane. She did mean it, just as he wished. His heart raced as he reached forward, running his fingers along the side of her face and into the soft brown locks that hung down loosely around her shoulders. This is what he wanted to hear. Rachel was still waiting for him... For the day Batman would no longer be needed.
For the longest time, Bruce debated with himself, wondering if it was the city who really needed the caped hero or if it was actually him instead. With Dent becoming the face of Gotham as the 'White Knight', maybe it would be possible to pass the mantle along. He could finally close that chapter of his life and start a new one... The one he always wanted. To live life quietly with someone he really loves, who feels the same way.
Pulling her forward, their lips crashed into each other in desperation, trying to convey the feelings building up all these years. Right now, her promises to Dent didn't matter, the press conference didn't matter, the Joker rampaging through the city...didn't matter.
Panting when they broke apart for air, Bruce bit the inside of his lip, trying to regain some composure. This wasn't the time or place just yet. He had to be the one to do the right thing first. Things had to be settled before he could have this woman the way he wanted... Dent was out there, searching for the clown and Rachel was still his girlfriend...or soon-to-be fiancée.
It wouldn't be right to sully her reputation and dignity, even if only the two of them knew. Dent and his men were working so tirelessly to find the Joker, just to keep her and the city safe. Right now, this was wrong, no matter how good it felt. The time was coming and fast, but not quite yet.
Turning away from the beautiful woman standing before him, his dark eyes closed, trying to do what he believed was right... Walking away, so things wouldn't get out of hand. Being a businessmen and masked 'vigilante', he knew that timing was crucial and could change everything if not done properly. Hanging his head down, the billionaire walked through the room, knowing this was for the best. He could feel those blue eyes staring into his back, making this all that much harder. He needed to steel his resolve, that way there wouldn't be room for resentment between them if things didn't work out as planned. That couldn't happen, not with her of all people.
"Bruce... If you turn yourself in, they won't let us be together..." The words coming from the brunette's mouth were sorrowful, making the tight feeling in his chest worse with each step he took. Gritting his teeth, he kept going, knowing that he had to do what needed to be done.
'I know that... Rachel...'
"Damn..."
Sakura grinned, kissing around the man's navel she had pushed up against the tiled wall of the shower. Hearing the pants and feeling the way his muscles were straining under her touch was exhilarating. She hadn't done this in years and that made this all the more sweeter.
With just a few touches and kisses, she was able to turn the most blood-thirsty criminal in Gotham into a trembling mess. Just like he's always done to her, but this was a great turn of events. After all, it proved he was still human beneath all the greasepaint and blood.
Biting her bottom lip, she hesitantly reached up to touch the throbbing appendage that was digging into her chest. It was long and hard, pulsing even before the tips of her fingers grazed along his hot skin. She felt anxious about it, but tried her best not to let that show on her face. It was the first time since their 'reunion', that she's tried to do anything like this. There was no reason to feel shy, this man literally came inside of her barely an hour ago, but knowing that didn't make this any easier.
The fact that he allowed himself to be put in this precarious position was surprising in itself. He never liked anything that made him feel open, vulnerable, always wanting to be in a dominant position in some way. Despite that Sakura was the one on her knees with him towering over her, there was a shift in the balance of power. It was her oppotunity to turn him into mush and watch him writhe for once. She would do her best to make him feel good, the way he tries for her all the time.
Feeling the soft, slender hand wrapping around him, he cursed under his breath. The pinkette glanced down to see his toes wiggling in anticipation beside her knees on the shower floor. The steam from the hot water spraying around them filled up the small space, but she could still see enough to watch his reactions. Her green eyes lit up at the state he was already in, her body thrumming with excitement that was eating away at the hesitation. Running her wet palm and fingers along his length, his hips jerked forward with a grunt. It was such a turn on to see him this way...
Joker's brows furrowed as he swallowed hard, the lump in his throat not giving him any reprieve. His dark eyes squeezed shut, trying to coax himself into relaxing in her hold. This what what Sakura wanted and he wasn't one who liked to deny her something she desired, even if it put him at odds with the instincts that carried him this far. He balled his fists at his sides, forcing himself to resist the urge to grip her up, to get her off her knees. The jagged marks around his mouth moved along with his jaw shifting. His bottom lip switched from being sucked in, to getting bitten between his teeth.
Sakura pumped him with her hand. The skin was smooth around his hard shaft, her fingers feeling along the grooves and thick veins. He was throbbing in her grasp, a pearlescent bead of precum forming on the tip. She subconsciously licked her lips, curious about the way he tastes. Moving forward, she pursed her lips around his pulsing head, slowly sucking and taking the leaking fluid into her mouth. It was bitter and tangy, the same way he can be at times. Green eyes stared up at him, watching his reactions as they shifted.
"Fuck! Okay, enough!" A large fist hit against the wall beside him, putting a crack in one of the flimsy tiles. Dark eyes cracked open to stare down, glowering and giving her a hard look. Almost like he was daring her to continue.
Pulling back and keeping a tight grip on him, the pinkette narrowed her eyes up at the clown. He cracked the tile... Someone was going to have to pay for that. It wasn't like she owned the place. Only a strange man like him would give someone a problem about being on their knees, wanting to give them a blow job. It wasn't like she was going to bite it off or anything. Even when they were younger, he acted weird about it, preferring to be the one to go down on her instead.
"Shut up...and stop moving." Sakura bit out, sounding far more confident and in control than she really was. She wanted to switch their places, make him know what it was like being told what to do and having to suck it up. Is this what it feels like for him? To have the power in his hands and force someone to do what he pleases? She literally had his manhood in her grasp and in a way, could control him to an extent. Knowing that felt...empowering. However, this wasn't about that for either of them. It was to make the other feel good, to show how they appreciated each other and their body. Pushing them to that edge and watching them tumble over, knowing they were the one doing it.
His eyes widened in surprise at the commanding tone, sputtering out and groaning when she moved forward, taking him into her mouth. Her jaw was already starting to ache from trying to accommodate his wide girth. She breathed hard through her nose, adjusting to relax with determination to bring him a fraction of the sensations he willingly gives her.
"S-Shit..." Hands roughly grabbed her hair, hissing when the pinkette's warm lips engulfed his throbbing cock, pulling him deeper into her hot mouth. It was torture trying not to move, not to thrust his hips forward. A slender hand wrapped around the base, taking in as much of him as she could. She choked around him, feeling the tip hitting the back of her throat and trying to relax her muscles to allow him to slide down a little further.
Sakura hummed, moaning around his shaft and pulling back, leaving a thick string of saliva and precum connecting them together. Her tongue trailed up the underside of his cock, laving the pulsing vein running along his length. His fingers trembled against her head, caught between raking across her scalp and gripping the soaked locks in his hold. The grunts and groans were only spurring her on, enjoying the way they left his ruined lips while he watched her with rapt fascination. His dark eyes were wide, unable to look away from the pale goddess on her knees with his cock buried in her mouth, sucking on him so greedily like her very life depended on it.
She moved fluidly, not wanting to give him the chance to get his bearings or try to stop her. Every time he put his head between her legs, she would get embarrassed and protest, only for it to fall on deaf ears. That's what he wanted to do, knowing she would enjoy it, even if it was hard to let him. It felt difficult to let him do as he pleased sometimes... Watching his dark eyes stare at her when he pushed her legs open wider, the way he'd get so close to something that was private, always putting his hot mouth on her and holding the pinkette down with only a single hand.
Even back in the day, Jack was always a giver, refusing to submit himself to whatever tortures she had in mind. Once in a while she got her way, but that never lasted long. It was usually him working hard to please her, even if he didn't have to. Always being a selfless lover... Rejecting the idea of letting anyone being able to bring him to his knees.
"Hahh... Stop... Sakura-Stop..."
Sakura knew why... He never thought much of himself, so when she gave herself to him, he was always trying to prove something. People treated him like garbage, so when someone cherished him, he put his all into it. It was like he was trying to convince her not to look anywhere else, but at him. To only need and want him. Always stealing and doing whatever he could to bring in some money to show he was reliable. Trying so hard to make her laugh or moan without asking for anything in return, except for time and attention.
Jack didn't have to do anything to get what he asked for, because she felt the same way. She loved him without all the stealing and desperation, but still appreciated the lengths he'd go to show how he felt. No one ever taught him how to care for others, the two just learned as they went in their own way. It was hard when he wouldn't let her do the same to express her own feelings.
Why could he try to spend as much time between her thighs as he could, but didn't want her doing the same for him? Maybe he didn't want to admit to himself that he wasn't an immovable object and enjoyed letting someone else take the reigns every once in a while. Why was he always denying himself and not enjoying the perks of having a woman willing to please him? Always punishing himself for something... He would have left those ribs the way they were if she didn't say anything...
'He really is a clown.'
Sakura pumped him hard, running her lips along his length. Using a hand to brace herself against his thigh, she reveled in the way it shook from the act she was performing. He was enjoying this, trembling and groaning just like she hoped. Twirling her wet tongue around the tip and along his shaft, the pinkette worked him over enthusiastically, living for the reactions coming from him. His ragged breathing and labored moans were like music to her ears, making the heat between her own legs intensify to an unbearable degree. His body was stiff, attempting to hold himself back from thrusting into her mouth, but it was futile. The longer it went on, his hips instinctively started pushing off against the wall, trying to work his cock further down her throat with a strangled moan.
Joker couldn't take his eyes away from her, the entirety of his being full of hot anger and electrifying sensations, reeling from the conflicting urges coursing through him. He didn't like anyone having him in a position where they could take advantage of him. After all these years, it just became part of his nature, how he's made it this far. The underground was an unforgiving place, there was no doubt about it. He's seen what's happened to men who became careless, what people were willing to do to take each other out...even by using women to complete the task. Waiting until they're in the throws of the act-when they're at their most vulnerable, letting their guard down-and next thing they know, that's when the weapons come out. Whether it was knives, guns, poison, or teeth. The latter doesn't happen too often, but once is enough to teach the clown a lesson-and he's heard of it happening more than that.
Those mob fools can be cruel and creative when they need to be, it was their only redeeming quality. The Joker doesn't let anyone put him in a position to take advantage of him and his paranoia has kept him and his dick in one piece all these years. That must mean something, right? There's been a few occasions where an enemy has tried to use a hooker or escort to get to him, the toys his men like bringing around often. It's not hard, many people will do whatever they can during these harsh times for cash. Unfortunately for them, he has sharp eyes, can tell when a person is up to something. And when he drags it out of them... Hoo boy, are they one sorry piece of ass.
Sakura was the only one he was begrudgingly allowed to be this close. Seeing on her knees with his cock in her mouth was doing things to him, a sight so far gone from his memory that he didn't realize it would affect him to this extent. It made him almost resentful, caught between wanting to yank her up or letting this continue. She was beautiful and watching her only made the warring inside reach new heights, unable to cast aside the perfect image. He couldn't resist stroking her cheek with his thumb as it hollowed out, struggling to take him in further. Touching her jaw, feeling how it expanded in her attempt to please him. And it was working... No matter how much he tried to fight it. His rebellious body was the biggest traitor he's ever encountered. Nothing was listening to his commands, not his hips or hands, not his mind, and especially not the woman sitting in front of him.
Sakura groaned when his hands pulled away, reaching up to grab at his own hair. His lips pulled back with a snarl, hips staring to move faster, trying to piston into her mouth. The taste of him was making her wet, feeling it starting to trail down her pale thighs. She wanted to see him overwhelmed for once and now was the chance. The smooth texture of his cock and thick precum was something she found herself enjoying, wanting every bit of this man.
Green eyes gleamed mischievously, watching every frantic movement he made. He was losing it, his breath becoming erratic and the pulsing in her mouth quickening. The pinkette choked when he jerked his hips harshly, making his eyes widen, trying to reel himself back in. A strained version of her name left his marred lips as he whined, turning her on even more. She never heard him make a sound like that. The ache between her legs was almost unbearable from doing this to him, but so satisfying.
The slender hand around his base pumped rhythmically, meeting her lips halfway along his large shaft, enjoying its weight in her grasp. The years had been good to him in that aspect. Jack had always been well-endowed, but he wasn't that nineteen year-old anymore from seven years ago.
Joker's hands gripped his messy waves tightly, jaw clenching between the noises he couldn't hold back. His face twisted in agony, starting to become desperate from the sensations this woman was inflicting on him. His dark eyes wildly looked around at everything but her, trying to distract himself from cumming already.
The throbbing between Sakura's lips was getting worse as his body stiffened up. This was exciting...
"Look. At. Me... Now!" It felt good to flip the tables on him. To say what he always commanded of her and see how difficult of a task it really was to do in this state. He refused to let her become distracted from anything or look anywhere else when she was about to cum.
Joker's fingers raked down his face as his dark eyes turned to her. The feral look in them was making her wetter, seeing them between the calloused digits clawing at his own skin. The way his breath hitched told her everything she needed to know. Commanding him to meet her gaze was making him lose it. Right now, he looked more like a madman than his greasepaint and scars ever had.
"Stop! I swear to God-" His voice was hoarse, growling out with vicious contempt at his own weakness. Letting what control and self-restraint he prided himself in slowly slipping through his grasp and falling into this small woman's. With a grin, she reached up to cup his balls to gently massage them, knowing he was done for. Doubling over, he dug his hands into the wet mess of pink hair with trembling hands, cursing loudly. The pinkette could feel is his chest against the top of her head, attempting to pull his pelvis away, his dirty nails clawing at her roughly.
He tried to pull back, but she grabbed his hips tightly, using all her strength to hold him in place. A strained roar assaulted her ears when he finally came, hot cum filling her mouth. She choked and sputtered around him, forcing the muscles instinctively closing to relax, allowing it to run down her throat, stream after stream. It was her turn to be greedy and he wasn't able to do a thing about it right now. She took all of him into her, relishing this short burst of control and power over the most wanted man in Gotham. The pounding in her chest was exhilarating, knowing she was the one who could make him like this.
Joker panting heavily, grazing his fingertips against her scalp while he gained his composure. The pinkette finally let go of him to wipe the remnants of him from her mouth with the back of her hand, feeling smug and satisfied. That is, until he stood up... Dark eyes narrowed down at her with a fury hot as fire, ready to burst out from beneath his tan skin. Seeing the expression on his face, Sakura shrugged, smiling sheepishly up at him.
"Son of a bitch!" A large hand reached down, wrapping around her throat and dragging her up against him. Sakura gasped at the sudden angry movements, not knowing what he was going to do now. Was he really that angry? Or was he was actually embarrassed? Infuriated at himself for the way he reacted to her touch, letting someone unravel him the way she did.
Turning her around so her back was to his chest, he handled her roughly, growling out into her ear. The hand around her neck wasn't tight enough to cut off the oxygen, just eough to hold her in place. His fingers pulsed around her throat, letting her know not to dare even thinking about moving.
"You wanna get ballsy? Hmm? Just do whateveryou please? Don't wanna listen when someone tells you to stop?!" His voice was hoarse and angry, stopping his tirade to bite down onto the pale skin of her shoulder, making her cry out. "When did your grip get so damn tight? If I wasn't looking at you, I would have swore it was a man assaulting me."
A wolfish grin spread across her pink lips when he tugged her head back, glaring down at her. He enjoyed it and didn't want to admit it... Some things really don't change...
"You think this is funny? I'll wipe that fucking smile off your face!" Gripping Sakura's jaw and holding her tight against him, a rough hand snaked down her body, slithering between her legs. Sakura's smile faded as her mouth opened, gasping when she felt his fingers sliding against her, moving in between her lips feverishly.
"Oh wow, dollface. You're so wet just from doing that?... My needy. Little. Pink. Bunny." She clenched her teeth, a shiver running down her spine from the husky words in her ear. "It's my turn now. You had your fun." Her body jerked against him, feeling the fingers pushing into her opening, pumping up into her.
"Ah! J-Jack! Wait-Just wait a-" Two large fingers shoved themselves into her core, rubbing a calloused thumb against her sensitive clit. The quick movements of him feeling along her walls was driving her insane, becoming wetter with every stroke, coating his hand in warm slick. Sakura could barely move with the grip holding her against him. All she could do was cry out while he stared down at her face, a look of concentration across his handsome features.
Pulling his fingers out and making her whine at the sudden loss, Joker pushed Sakura forward, bending her at an angle in front of him. Latching onto the curve of her hip, he positioned the pinkette's body the way he wanted with a sneer, forcing her to have a taste of her own medicine. Revenge is usually a dish best served cold, but in this case, he'll give it to her scorching hot. He wanted to punish her for making him react that way, even if he knew it was his own fault. It was hard to resist this small woman, he just couldn't contain himself around her. Even if it was mind-blowing, it was infuriating to admit how much he really enjoyed it, how out of control it made him feel. With her mouth around his cock, it was like he couldn't think, was unable to get a single train of thought to adhere together. She made him want things he rejected for years, breaking down that damn wall he built so carefully, just like before.
Joker tilted her pelvis forward, pressing the tip of his cock between her thighs and started thrusting between the lips of her dripping pussy. Every part of her always heavenly, making him want to go on a killing-spree just to clear his mind of the fog she inevitably caused. This is what he wanted, had hoped all these years for, but believed it to be impossible. He wanted every part of Sakura and it was driving him mad.
The pinkette was taking up every corner of his mind and body, driving him further to the brink of insanity the longer she was around. It was worse than before, more intense for him than when they were teenagers. What was happening now was only building on the blocks that created their relationship. He's had this woman already, knew the pain of losing her and what that entailed, lived for years on his own. Now, she was in his grasp once again. This time would be different, he would personally strangle anything that got in his way, that tried taking anything else from him.
Not again.
He refused to go through that one more time. Joker wasn't the same man from back then, he was more than willing to snuff out any resistance or interference. He wanted to consume this woman whole, make her a part of him that could never leave again. She'll know just how serious he is...
He'll make her see.
Sakura screamed, clawing at the hand gripping her face when he shoved himself deep into her from behind. Her body shook at the intrusion, the muscles in her core already spasming around his cock as he held her hip, pushing himself in further. He groaned at the feel of her tight walls wrapping around him, looking down between them to see his shaft going deeper into her dripping pussy, forcing her small body to take him in. Relishing in the way he could see her stretching to accommodate him, as she shivered. Somewhere in his mind, he truly believed this woman was made specially for him. If there is a God, perhaps this was the one redeeming part of his life the man upstairs allowed him to have to make up for the shit-storm of an existence he was given. If that was the case, maybe everything else could be overlooked.
Jack rarely ever took her from this angle, preferring to be face-to-face to watch her reactions. It was making the pinkette feel him in places she didn't even know he could reach. He forced himself all the way in, his hips grinding right up against her backside. She mindlessly clawed at his wrist, not knowing what to do with the overwhelming presence inside of her. A pathetic whine left her lips, legs trembling and threatening to give out from under her. Without his grip holding her steady, she would have crumpled into a messy heap on the shower floor. It was too much, she felt too full of him, like he was embedded in the middle of her entire being.
Dirty nails dug into the pale flesh of her hip, slowly pulling himself out until only his tip was still in. He reveled in the way she struggled, choking out his name and clinging to the arms across her chest, the hand gripping her jaw. Seeing how desperate she always became for him was so endearing. When she became frantic and couldn't control her body anymore, the sight made him want to kiss her, to hold the pinkette close and tell her it's going to be okay. He wanted her to enjoy this, show her what he could bring to the table, that she can't just replace him. She's lived all these years perfectly fine without him, but he wanted this woman to need him, to rely and trust that he'll take care of everything, even her body. That no one else would be able or willing to go to the extent that he does to ensure that.
Joker surged forward with a snarl, trying to keep his senses straight now that he's already cum. This wasn't about him anymore. He pumped in and out a few times, before yanking her back up straight, squeezing the small woman against his chest. Sakura was in heavenly shock at the heavy-handed movements, clamping down on him hard enough to make him growl.
Using his hand to force her to look up at him, the muscle in his cheek twitched, his lips pursing together to form a straight line. His dark eyes were smoldering as he glared down at her, gaining the control over their bodies he just previously lost.
"You're so beautiful..." Green eyes widened at his words, they didn't match his expression at all. How he could say something like that while looking so sinister was beyond Sakura's comprehension. His knee moved under the pinkette's leg as he propped it up along the side of the shower, spreading her thighs wide-open. A breath stilled in her chest, unable to clamp her legs back together. Sensing her impending struggle, the clown's lips curled up into a nasty grin, holding her face still so he could watch the different emotions shifting across her pretty features. He relished the way her eyes widened and lips parted when his fingers reached down to rub her clit, just above where he was deeply embedded inside of her.
"Oh-Oh my GOD!" His hips didn't move while thrumming the most sensitive spot on her body, opting just to be seated in her core. Throwing her head back against his chest, Sakura couldn't look away as his dark eyes watched her intently.
"That's it, sweetheart... Let it out..." Joker was doing this to make her cum, holding himself back instead of just thrusting wildly to get off again. She tightened around him, shaking from the overwhelming sensations his calloused fingers were having on her clit. The rough texture was unforgiving against the delicate nub, forcing her eyes to flutter back and muscles to become taut throughout her entire body. She couldn't handle it between being stretched from the heavy cock inside of her and feeling like someone hooked up a live-wire between her thighs.
The look he was giving her was only drawing out more from her and the fingers against her clit wouldn't stop moving, making her scream against him. She couldn't look anywhere except at him when his grip tightened, forcing her to let him watch her coil up, wanting to curl in on herself. Tears formed in her eyes as she stared at him, gasping for breath. His scarred lips parted, panting from working himself up just from seeing her like this.
"C'mon, dollface... I want to see you cum. We're not going anywhere 'till you do." Her eyes rolled back behind her eyelids, despite her best efforts to keep focus as that wonderful, warm fog clouded her mind. Sakura was reeling, becoming a messy heap of nerve-endings under his touch, barely able to feel the water from the shower spraying around them anymore. Her toes curled and feet moved against her will, starting to kick and thrash to get away from the over-stimulation she was going through. Joker snarled, growling harshly as his grip on her body tightened, trying to reel the pinkette in and keep her against him. If he let go, she'd fall to the floor, unable to brace herself.
"Oh my fucking GOD!" The spring in her snapped as her eyes flew open, staring up at the man holding her for some semblance of grounding, something to anchor her back into reality. She needed his assurance, looking to him in a moment of utter loss of control to know he can bring her back, that everything was going to be okay.
And he was living for it.
Sakura's body clamped down on him painfully, making him curse as he yanked her harder against him. If she was looking to him for stability, he would give it, restraining her from falling onto the tiled floor his foot was planted on, trying to support their weight. The last thing he wanted was her to hurt herself from something he's done to her. His own body was pulsing with electricity, soaking in and drinking up the way she was clinging to him in desperation. Those bright, green eyes were staring up at him in a haze, giving him smug satisfaction that he could make her like this. She was absolutely gorgeous anyway, but when in the throws of an orgasm... It was enough to jump-start his heart, making his blood thicken as it coursed through his veins.
This is when the pinkette is at her most beautiful state, when she's vulnerable and writhing, begging him to hold her without saying a word. She didn't have to, he knew what she needed, what this woman was so desperate for. He couldn't resist dropping his head down, kissing her hard and swallowing her cries. It was like he was taking her in, the same way she was doing for him. Giving and taking from each other, always keeping it between just the two of them.
"That's right. Let it out..." He ground his hips into her, talking into her ear as she trembled. It wasn't hard to notice the effect his words and voice could have on the pinkette, how she spasms around him when he does it. Joker couldn't help savoring the tears running down her face. It was the only time he could stand seeing them, knowing they were from being overwhelmed. This woman was the only person who could move him in that way. He was used to people screaming and crying in his presence, but that was something he thrived on. Feasting on and consuming each plea, every desperate act to prevent the inevitable. However, Sakura's was a different kind, one that he could get drunk on. His brows pinched together, clenching his teeth and trying to control himself when he felt the fluids running down his shaft and thighs. She was cumming around him, the muscles inside clamping down and rolling with the waves. A chuckle left his ruined lips, giving her a small squeeze when the convulsions started to die down. His chest felt pleasantly heavy, knowing he brought her around full-circle.
"Jack..." He leaned his head down, straining to hear what she was trying to whimper out between the gasping and crying. Her upper body was limp, just dead weight he was easily holding up from falling over. The muscles in her core and legs twitched erratically, still in the throws of her orgasm. His brows furrowed at the feel of her skin. She was usually cool to the touch, only getting warm and sweaty in these kinds of moments or when she was laying on him. When they were done and she calmed down, it would eventually return to normal. For some reason, it felt like her temperature was rising, going higher with each passing second.
"S-Shit!" Joker yelled out, his entire body jolting from the strange sensation wrapping around him, spreading into his gut and branching out towards his limbs. A pulsing heat, like fire itself was scorching through his veins, threatening to burn him alive with the element he'd fallen for years ago. It dug into his brain, hammering straight through his skull with an invisible railroad spike.
The clown's hips moved almost instinctively from the heat gripping him, making his knees tremble from beneath them. It wasn't natural, nothing he's ever felt or experienced before to this extent, but knew where it was coming from. His face twisted in anguish as he looked down at her with wide eyes, lips parting in shock.
Sakura was completely out of control, not cognizant of the heatwave spreading from her forehead and entirely washing over her. It reached all the way to her core, wrapping around and strangling the man seated inside of her. The pinkette fell forward when he let go, grabbing onto her hips to roughly pounding into her small body. Everything was spinning out of focus, both of them succumbing to the haze her ability was sucking them into. She was disoriented and confused, not realizing what she was doing to him.
Joker slammed into her ferociously, the sweltering heat in his gut clawing at him desperately to get out. His face was turned into a painful grimace as he gasped for breath, taking her as hard as he could. It was unbearable, losing the control he craved so much, feeling like he was being reduced to nothing more than a mindless animal. A savage beast with no bearings or will, completely at the mercy of this strange power she was unknowingly wielding over him. If it didn't feel so overwhelmingly good, he would have been livid, full of resentment and wanting to tear someone apart. This wasn't how things were supposed to go, not at all. He couldn't stop himself, even if he wanted to.
It was torture, ripping everything away that he tried to hold onto. Sheer willpower, dominance, self-restraint, his determination. Tearing to shreds what was left of his pride. Did she know she was doing this to him? Is this how Sakura felt whenever he took her, pushing her into whatever positions he wanted while he ravaged her? If this was her way of getting revenge, she was serving it ice-cold, hollowing him out and taking something from him that was irreplaceable. He thought he understood well what it was like to not have a say in how things turned out, not being able to do anything in situations and having to sit back until it ran its course. This was nothing like any of that. He hated how it was made him feel more alive than he's ever had, how it was making his blood boil and sing. Her ability was able to bring chaos in its most raw form, stripping away all the layers of order, the illusion of control, forcing them to spiral out into oblivion.
It was beautiful.
Sakura couldn't see his face from being bent forward, his fingers digging into her hip and shoulder while he slammed into her. She was still reeling from the mind-blowing orgasm he was riding through. Right now, she was lost to the world, swimming into a fog thicker than the steam billowing around them from the shower. The pinkette felt completely separate from her own body, far-gone and retreating into some dark shadow in the recesses of her mind. It was only vaguely that she could hear the man behind her, thrashing and cursing, clawing at her pale skin in the heat of the moment. Her eyes were glazed over, staring at the wall across from them, trying to zero in on the shower handle, needing something to focus on to bring her back to reality. Sopping pink hair stuck to her face and skin, shivering violently when the room slowly stopped spinning. Her jaw was slack, mouth hanging wide-open without knowing what to do, caught in between screaming and crying.
"What are you doing to me?!" The angry yell brought everything back, shaking Sakura from the daze. Her consciousness finally cleared up from his voice breaking through, cracking the stupor to make her aware of her surroundings. Wiping the hair away, she sputtered from the water that was starting to lose its heat smacking her in the face. Realization hit like a ton of bricks feeling the heat coursing through her body, running into the man behind her. The ability was being used against him, instead of for healing. He was growling and shaking, scratching her skin and thrusting into her relentlessly, but she could hear the desperation in his tone. Almost like he angry and in pain, being driven into a corner from something he couldn't control and lashing out.
The pinkette closed her eyes, trying to draw it back, to stop it from consuming the both of them. Right when it ended, he let out a harsh breath, snapping his hips forward and digging in deep. He came with a muffled shout, tearing into his ruined bottom lip, filling her up with a strangled whine. Unable to hold their weight on his shaky legs, he dropped onto the floor of the shower, dragging Sakura down with him.
"S-Sorry..." Sakura barely felt lucid, her head lulling back and forth in disbelief. It was hard to get a word out, her throat sore from screaming and the act she performed earlier. After what just happened, she was worried about trying to use her ability so soon to heal herself, especially while he was still inside of her. "Didn't-Didn't mean to..."
"Christ..." Arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her closer against his heaving chest. Despite being unable to hold them up any longer, he still made sure she didn't hit the floor, letting himself take the brunt of the impact. That was something she couldn't help noticing, that he had some control over his body when she finally pulled back. It really wasn't on purpose, she didn't want to use her gift to harm him in any way. The whole point of practicing with it was to help him if he needed it. Looking down towards the tiled floor, her cheeks burned with shame, feeling embarrassed that she let it spiral out like that.
"That was... Never felt anything like that before..." Sakura's ears perked up at the words in her ear. He didn't sound angry, not the way he was before. If anything, he seemed tired, drained and completely relaxed. Perhaps he actually did enjoy that? There was no doubt he probably wouldn't want her doing that again, but it was still a welcome reprieve compared to him being enraged.
Craning her neck back to look up at him, his head was hanging forward, eyes closed while he collected himself. His marred cheeks puffed out with the deep breaths he was sucking in. Dropping her head against his chest, she tried to even out her own breathing, completely exhausted from the last hour since he came home. She was done, no more for the rest of the night. Her body couldn't take it and from the looks of it, neither could his.
Fingers traced through her hair, making her groan as she relaxed. Everything felt numb and useless, unable to get up to even turn the water off. It was already cold from no one turning the handle to warm it up, if there was any hot water left at all. The clown leaned down to bury his nose in the damp pink locks, breathing her in.
"After this, there's somewhere I wanna take you... So, no falling asleep ye-t. Got it?"
Sakura barely stifled a groan at his words. He wanted to go somewhere tonight? The idea of even going out after this felt like punishment. She was exhausted, just wanting to curl up in bed or on the couch with him and drift off. Before he even came home, she was already planning on going to sleep, getting ready to head to the bedroom.
