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some-j-imagines · 5 years

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whiskey nights

GUYS guess who actually got off her ass and wrote something :D ! me ! yall know the only way to break out of a 3-something-year hiatus is with some smuttttttttttttt

also just a side note, when I used to write all this I was a virgin? And now im not? honestly writing smut as a virgin is a lot easier in my opinion LOL

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I felt the light sting of morning sunlight on my eyes, breaking through the obviously not dark enough purple curtains that hung on the window opposite of my side of the bed. As I fidgeted around a bit, my entire body felt tight, and sore, and the events of the night before started to come back in short flashes.

The joker had gotten back late from a heist, dripping in fancy new threads, jewelry, and an obnoxiously classic gold crown complete with a royal looking set of jewels.

I had no choice but to snort at the sight of everything once he walked in the room, setting down my cup of coffee on the table in front of me. "What'd you do tonight? Rob the queen of england?" As nonchalantly as possible, I attempted to 'fix up' the silk robe I had been lounging in to drape off the best parts of me in a suggestive way. But my hands continued to fumble, and I realized I may have put a bit more whiskey in my coffee than I had originally thought. And as if that weren't bad enough, my body had the audacity to let out an obnoxious hiccup.

The jokers face curled into a smile as he cozied up on the couch next to me, however so careful as to not let his skin touch mine. He knew how much I had been craving it. "Well, well, well, what do we have here?" Steadily, he extended his hand out to smooth some hair behind my ear, and I'm sure he could feel the heat radiating off my flushed face. This was both a symptom of the alcohol, and just his presence in general. But he wasn't stupid. "Looks like someone got bored, huh?" His eyes leered into mine, and while I knew from his body language he was acting playfully, I still feel like I'm getting caught for something. The unnerving way about his sharp features and attitude reduces me to feeling like a child getting caught taking sweets before dinner.

I attempted to smile as I avoided his eyes, looking meek as I tried to relax my back against the plush couch. He only seemed to move with me, not helping to alleviate my nerves at all. "Well," I trailed off, trying my best to play the innocent act, "you were gone for such a long time this heist." Looking up through my eyelashes, I saw that I had been playing this situation correctly. There was an unmistakable look of desire pooling in his eyes, but I knew him better than to just let this go. "I figured one drink couldn't hurt." His figure was hard to focus on in a steady way considering I had been feeling the room spin for quite some time now, but his features were hard to pull away from. He honestly was so beautiful.

A small chuckle escaped his lips as he tore his eyes away from my own, and onto the glass bottle on the table in front of us. Reaching for the intricately designed and delicate neck, he seemed to be looking over the rather small quantity I had left inside. His eyes made their way back onto mine, full of mischief and each word dripping with something not too dissimilar from amusement. "Have you been drinking daddy's whiskey?" I opened my mouth to say something, but was hushed by one of his rather course fingers halting my words by placing itself across my lips. "You know this is one of my favorite ones." "I know," you started enthusiastically, hiccupping in between breaths, "you were the one who showed me how to mix it in with my coffee!" I exclaimed, fondly remembering the other night we had spent together. The entire week had seemed to be something on the more depressing side, and I found myself sulking around the place more than usual. And while I didn't drink much, the joker had took it upon himself to teach me one of his favorite tricks. "It's so sweet this way." Another hiccup escaped my body, rather violently this time, and to steady myself I instinctively grabbed onto his shirt. "It tastes just like creamer!"

His smirk grew as he looked down at my hands, encasing them in his own, causing myself to press down harder onto his chest. "Baby," he said, almost rolling his eyes, "we both know you're not capable of having just one cup of coffee."

"So I might have had a few more than one." I shrugged, hitting his arm in the process of flaining my limbs I had almost no control over. Maybe I had poured one too many. "But, we were out of creamer."

His figure sat calmly in front of me, taking in my words while aimlessly fooling around with my hands. The feeling of his skin against mine was so warm and comforting. Pulling my hands up to his face, he looked up at me through a gaze as I felt his breath on my hands. "I suppose I have a minion to fire then, no?" His voice was in a low hush, and I felt his breath on my skin as he began to leave small kisses across the back of my hand, and down my fingers. I felt a light twinge in the pit just below my stomach, and had to fidget around in my seat to keep my composure. Obviously seeing my reaction, he chuckled a bit, and laid himself back onto the couch as well, pulling my hands down to rest seemingly low on his waist. "Everyone around here knows you drink the stuff more than water, we should have creamer in our fridge stocked up the ass. At all times." He sighed, looking up the ceiling for a moment before closing his eyes, and massaging his temple. He must have another one of his headaches. "Besides, if I don't kill a man every now and then, they start to forget who they're working for."

"Do you," hiccup, "have one of your headaches?" I leaned forward, forgetting about my current dearth of motor skills and depth perception. Basically falling forward into his lap, I felt his chest vibrate softly once again.

"No, sweetheart. I'm fine. Daddy's just had a very long day." Though I still climbed clumsily over him, steadying myself by grabbing his broad shoulder with my free hand, while the other trailed even further down south.

His eyes widened playfully as he let me continue. "Well if there's anything," I said, hooking my fingertips in the elastic band of his boxers, "I can do to help, just let me know."

Without missing a beat, he grabs my head by my hair, pulling my face closer to his while pushing my other hand down lower inch by inch. "You know, you get pretty bold when you're drunk." His eyes were so close to mine I could see the veins just under his skin, so blue they almost complimented his eyes. "And the smell of whiskey on your breath makes it that much sexier."

And he's right, too. Typically, while I'm no stranger to the sheets, my actions were always more reserved, waiting to be dominated. But as of right now, he was playing a game that I seemed to have no patience left for. "Is that right?" My whispers were plagued with these damn hiccups, so my voice would raise a few octaves every slip, but I continued to run my hand lower, finally feeling the brush of his trail start to begin. It caused a fire in the pit of my stomach and I closed my eyes. God how I longed for his rough touch.

Finally it had seemed like I had reached his breaking point, as he grabbed my wrist with a fierce grip and stopped me in my tracks. "You know I can't handle seeing you make faces like that." The low rumble of his voice resonated within my drunken body like music, and I began to feel the excitement of anticipation bubble up inside me. "Who says you get to have all the fun?" When he yanked my body forward I immediately gave into the motion, letting myself fall into his strong figure and be enveloped by his arms. I even gave a small moan as his hands brushed across my chest as he began to try and sit me up. "Don't get me started before we even make it to the bedroom, ____."

But I couldn't resist him. I had waited so long for him to return, thinking about his sharp cheekbones, and his strong hands rubbing themselves along my skin. Holding me down. Making me submit.

He was the only person in the world who had this effect on me, reducing me to a pile of lust and desire. I managed to throw my leg over his lap and straddle him, and as I lay myself over his chest and feel his hands steady me from the back, I rested my chin along his collarbone and spoke into his ear softly. "Why not, baby? What's wrong with right here?" Knowing that my window of control was closing quickly, I only had a few more minutes at best with the scale of power tipped in my favor. I reached back, unhooking the bra I had wanted to be ripped off me, and threw it somewhere on the ground.

For the quick second that he was stunned, I lifted his hands up to my chest, placing them over my breasts. A rather loud sigh escaped from the smile I had on my lips, and I began to feel him take over.

Almost too suddenly, I was pushed to lay on my back as a fervent mouth met mine. I relished in the feeling he gave me, cherishing every tug and pull as much as every kiss. Though I suppose I spoke too soon, because his face almost immediately trailed down my neck and onto my chest, not short of futile protests by myself. Though as I aimlessly tried to gain control over my limbs, Joker pinned my arms down above my head with a grip so tight I could feel the bones in my hand squeezing together. "Fuck." The expletive left me in no more than a whisper, and I wasn't sure if J could even hear me over his own ravaging.

"Don't be so quiet now, princess." Every word that left his mouth sounded more and more coy, and his 's's seemed to slither out seductively. "You know how I like to hear the sounds you make when I touch you." He trailed his hand down my body and finally settled it on my waist, giving me a squeeze and causing another involuntary moan to slip out.

He growled, and flipped my body over so that I was thrown a bit forward on my stomach. The entire motion took over me, and I found myself complacent to both the wills of J, and my drunken conscious. However much of my consciousness was left, that is. When I felt his hand rub down my back and caress my ass cheeks I couldn't hold back the sounds that escaped me. I was never one for being quiet, especially during sex. I suppose drunk me agrees.

Though that's when I felt him inch closer, and closer, down my ass and brush his hands right over my entrance, which is clad in the silk underwear he had bought for me once upon a time. "J," I whined, shutting my eyes and replaying the feeling that sent through my body as many times as I could, "p-please." While I wanted to blame my stutter on the lack of motor skills we both had known that at this point I'm simply flustered. He had won, once again, and I felt simply powerless, ready to beg for hours if that's what it took to get him to feel me in the way I so desired. "I want you to play with me." My words were meek, and slightly muffled since my head was being shoved into the couch cushion I was laying on. He merely chuckled once again, and kept fondling my assets all too far away from the points I wanted him to be hitting. Finally, his hands traced back to the thin fabric separating me from my bliss, and I let out another whine. Shoving my ass up and bending my back, I wiggled around suggestively. "Come onnnn-"

A sharp inhale cut off my speech as I felt his slim finger slide inside me with ease, the friction from the movement causing an immeasurable amount of pleasure to build up inside me. I continued to hold my breath and cherish the feeling for as long as I could, swinging around my hips suggestively and slightly backing up, forcing him to go a bit deeper each time. When the breath that I had been holding inside my chest was released a small giggle accompanied it as a smile grew onto my face.

He slipped in another finger immediately upon seeing my reaction. "Oh, princess," his voice was husky, and I could hear him pant slightly, "Don't you sound absolutely delicious." His fingers moved in and out a slow pace, and began to slightly curl up every few strokes. "And you're so fucking wet."

Finally composing enough of myself to think straight for a second, I hazily opened my eyes, turning back to see the man who put me in such a trance. Propping myself up on my elbow, I watched his eyes become fixated on his own fingers, watching as they reappeared with each stoke, slick and covered in my own wetness. The animalistic look in his eyes reminded me of an alpha staring down his prey. Fuck, he was so sexy.

"J," I began, taking the initiative myself to kick my underwear off completely. I was sure that my display was less than coordinated and sexy, and probably more primitive and desperate. Though he was still, for the most part, fully dressed. And I couldn't have that. "Come on, baby please. I want you to fuck me."

I began to try and fumble with the button on his pants but I was immediately shoved back down, and onto my stomach. Turning my head slightly to look up at him I saw the ferocity in his eyes as he leered at me while discarding rather quickly of his clothes. "Maybe we should get you drunk more often, huh?" And before I was even able to respond I felt him pushing through my entrance once more, the width of his fingers proving not to be quite enough anymore. "You seem to be so much more...what is the word?"

His shallow strokes were with full intention to stir me up, to make me beg even more. But haven't I been humiliated enough? The whining only became more audible as he continued to push me farther and farther.

I reached back, hastily grabbing his arm to drag it over, and guide him to wrap his hand around my throat. Sticking my ass up in the air once again, I didn't know how else to get what I wanted.

His low groan and sudden positioning served as his response as he ever so slowly withdrew his fingers and steadied himself on my ass. I could feel him position himself behind me as his grip grew tighter around my neck.

"Whos my good girl?" He snarled, finally giving into my pleads and pushing himself inside me with luscious force...

My day dream was broken by an intense amount of sunlight flooding the room, and I opened my eyes to see the culprit. Joker, ever so fresh eyed and bushy-tailed, stood at the edge of the bed basking in my weak, hungover form sprawled across his bed. "Rise and shine, princess." His voice was eager considering the time of day.

The toxic contents of my stomach boiled inside from the night before as I felt the bile rise up in my throat. "Why are we getting up so early today baby?" I wasn't even able to open my eyes as I attempted to snuggle back into the plush bedding. But he crouched down to my eye level, and his presence was hard, if not impossible to ignore. One of my eyes shot open to see him outright smirking before me.

"I figured we could get started on those coffee's early today." His hand smoothed my erratic looking morning har behind my head and his fingers continued their soothing motions. "Daddy took the day off since you seemed to have been missing me so terribly." He straightened up, and I wasn't able to tear my eyes away until my face was inches away from his bare pelvis. "Doesn't my good girl want another round?"

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queermequeeryou · 6 years

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chapter five

Waking up in this sunny, fresh-looking office of LaToya gave Mad very warm, pleasant feeling. The woman was still there and as she realised that Mad is also awake, she has started to think about her lack of make-up although last night they definitely got carried away with the alcohol so she did not have the power yet to just sneak to the toilet and get ready for the day. However, the good thing was that she has arranged her working space the way it looked really like a private suite and unless she did not let a person to the room by the call from her secretary, nobody would come in. That was actually the initial purpose of doing it so because as she was living with her niece, she did not maintain enough privacy to switch between her private life and the career. Anyway, she was feeling uncomfortable so she changed the position showing Leo her back. It was undoubtedly too soon for her to show herself without make-up. Mad took her hand and embraced her by the back in a very gentle, subtle way which surprised her quite a bit but she let her do this without a word. Leo kissed her palm and it was very charming. LaToya found herself feeling deeply moved by the emotional aspect of it all which she did not expect at all. “Good morning” said Leo and kissed her on the cheek. LaToya felt a strong need to just face her. Whatever. She will find another lover quickly so why she, the old, serious woman should fear to show herself as she was. She turned to her and smiled delicately which was something new to Mad. LaToya still could not stop being unsure of this gesture. “How are you?” asked Leo in a caring tone. “Strange” replied LaToya after few seconds. It was the first thing that came to her mind. “What time is it?” LaToya took a glance onto her electronic clock and she realised it was already 10 am. “Oh, shit. I have to get ready. Tone of work for today. I am wondering why Rhonda has not called yet. Her tone again was cold and professional. It was too much for her to be that private with somebody. She needed to put back her mask to feel comfortable again. She stood up looking for her satin robe but she could not see it. It was lying on the opposite site, near the bad. Leo handed her it and kissed her on the lips. LaToya did not respond. She just put on the rob quickly and tied it. Leo stood up as well staring at the older woman still feeling attracted to her which made LaToya feeling satisfied inside. “You look so gorgeous” said Mad and and kissed her again. LaToya could not believe she is still tempting for Leo as she did not have her make-up on. She let her tied out her rob so they could make love once more before she had to get ready to work. It felt so good.

* End of the sick leave still has not brought much solution for Leo. She was broken between leaving the university and staying there to teach. She was not able to see Paris anywhere on the corridors or at her lectures but it was nothing that she did not expect. She tried to get know what is with her from the fellow lecturers but nobody new a thing about it. Leo did not want to push on it to much because it was still just a few days so nobody saw much difference and the last thing she desired was to get the attention on her at this point. LaToya was not calling her for few days and she also needed time so she was not giving her a call neither. On Friday though she called her and Leo has spent another night at the office suite and they talked this time even more than fucked. Leo was getting used to spending her evenings and mornings like that. It was so good to wake up with this magnificent woman by her side. She wondered how long it will last.

* Many thoughts were streaming through LaToya’s mind. It was the first time in a while when she really cared about somebody else than her niece. She was deeply scared to trust anybody and that was also the case at this time. Leo was intelligent, elegant, young, she has had perfect body and she was treating her with respect and caring. She has never thought she will be sleeping with the other woman but it has all made sense to her already few years ago. She was never attracted with any man she slept with or not. At first, she thought it was because she has always met bastards who wanted something from her but without love or even respect but as soon as she opened herself to be attracted by women she found herself catching an eye on some that she was briefly seeing on the streets. Than, it came time when she has started sleeping with them and it was it. Even one night stands tasted better now and she has started to design her new suite in the office the way she could meet other women instead of going to their places all the time. Of course, her niece was not the one to know a thing. For her, she has never had any private life at all besides marriage with her ex-husband which was the worst man she has ever met and she met quite a few. After she has started dating with Leo it rapidly became very natural to her like she could do this every day and every night. They clicked well but she knew it was not going to last long. After a while she has realised she stopped spending as much time with her niece as she used to so she decided to fix it. All in all, it was the most important for her. So she gave up meetings with Mad for few days to stay in the house and just talk with Paris, cook something, play scrabbles with her. In the evening, her niece went to the kitchen to have some snacks while she was watching Netflix and LaToya was there, in perfect casual dress and make-up preparing herself a cup of coffee. “Hi, sweetie. Fancy some coffee as well?” “You’re not going out tonight, auntie?” “No, not today. The work is done so I am willing to spent some time with you tonight. What do you think about day, honey?” Paris sighed deeply feeling all the pain inside. She really needed her aunt to be there for her. “It would be great to have some coffee and little talk with you maybe” she said after a while and sat in the living room while their old cat Jefferson jumped on the couch and she petted him. LaToya brought two lattes to the coffee table along with some cookies. “So, how are you doing recently, my love?” she asked and took a sip from her cup. Paris was petting a cat for a little while hesitating to reply but after a moment she decided there is no better person in the world to speak to. “Auntie, I was in love, I think. I’m not sure but it was somethin’. You know. I felt for this person and it’s hard now ‘cause we broke up and I dunno what to do. I feel like shit, I didn't go to classes this week at all and that’s fucked up and silly I want to kill myself. I am miserable...” she cried for few minutes and laid her head on her aunt’s knees so she gently touched her hair and kissed her head. “Baby, I know it can be hard but you have all your life. You’re going to find a wonderful boy one time and you’re going to be incredibly happy, I promise you that” said LaToya but Paris resisted and sat down immediately. “Auntie, I’m not. There’s something else I have to tell ya. I’m gay. Gonna have a girlfriend and I was in love with other girl. That person was a she and I’m not gonna find a boy. Stop tellin’ me this shit about boy and what else? Kids or what? I’m sick n tired of it. That’s all fucked up. You’re never gonna get it, I know...” she was almost shouting full of tears but LaToya interrupted her. “Paris, I will get it. I don’t care if you’re going to be with a boy or with a girl. I love you as you were my daughter and I accept you as you are. Look at me.” she took her niece’s face into her hands and stared deeply into her eyes. “I will never ever disrespect you or leave you or disappoint you. You are my daughter now and you can trust me. You are the best thing that happened to me. If you will have a wife one day I just hope she will treat you with love and respect and that you will be happy with her. Nothing more really matters. Remember that. LaToya hugged her niece and kissed her on the forehead then gave her some tissues. That was relieving for Paris to just admit it all to her aunt and she finally felt better. She now she is understanding and that made her believe everything will be alright. They sat there til late hours not talking much more but laying close to each other, supporting themselves quietly and later, watching some Netflix together. LaToya was really thinking about telling about herself for the first time as well tonight but she managed to bury it inside again.

* The work on Mad’s book was going pretty well. They were almost ready to publish. Leo was happy about that but that was not the only important think in her life going on recently. She has finally decided to change the university. She applied to another one with a huge motivation to stay with occasional, part-time lectures on Spanish and to mostly focus on promoting the new volume - they planned a tour through the States where she was going to speak about Botswana and the book on some of the universities and colleges. It seemed like all finally has started to come back to its place but Leo still was having a feeling that she should rethink her values again. She did not know what is important for her again and she was lying to herself that it is not the right moment now to debate it. LaToya came back from the bathroom where she took a shower and came to Mad’s bedroom where she was reading “Demian” by Hermann Hesse. When the businesswoman took off her robe and focused on putting cream on her hands, Leo was deeply into the plot of this classic German writer’s story. LaToya came closer to Leo and just laid down without much speaking. The younger woman kissed her wrist. “You smell so good” she said and kissed her again, this time on the lips. LaToya pushed her back on the cushions like she was the one who wanted to dominate which was always a turn on for Mad who then took her to the other side and moved lower towards her underbelly. They were both trying not to think to much but they knew somehow it would be impossible to get back after the relationship they have developed. LaToya wanted so badly to just run away, get out of this because of strong emotions she was feeling but she could not do this. She put her hands on Mad’s neck while she moved with her kisses lower and lower. She has started to moan which was quite unusual for her. She wanted more. Leo was trying to blur, just disappear into her own uncertainties. She wanted to become numb so she could not feel or involve. How could she not fell in love with this impossible woman. She licked her insides with a great hunger trying to make breaks to make LaToya feel it deeper. She was already shivering and whispering her name while kissing her ear. Leo finished it with her hand massaging LaToya’s roughly and rhythmically which made her come and they both felt like it is pure emotion that just wet their bodies like a flow of something that they have never known. LaToya’s breath was coming back to normality. She went to her knees and found her mouth in between Mad’s legs. Leo was not sure if this way is how it was supposed to be. It seemed awkward to hell but she let LaToya interfere inside which made her eventually, sigh heavily at some point. Definitely not a usual turn of events for her. Mad kissed LaToya on her cheek and they laid down on the bed with layers of duvet stretched somewhere in between their hands, legs and backs. They both wanted to say something. They have fallen asleep instead.

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