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"Your idiot" (pvt. Joker)

(His smile will be the DEATH of me)

Helloo! It's me, Elwood! Once again, I wrote another fanfiction! But I tried to make some experiments, this time and...I wrote my official #1 Smut! It's nothing particularly great, but I wanted to see what would have been your reaction!

This is an OG!Character x Fem!Reader, this time, I hope you won't mind!

Of course, this type of content is VERY explicit, so if you don't want to read it or if you are unconfortable with the genre, don't read this.

Also english is shitty as always lol.

Hope you'll like it! <3

"Ah...please...d-don't-Ah!"

You go faster. You want to hear him so desperately.

"P-please...slow do-AH!"

Thinking about how you got to this situation... if you'd been told earlier, you wouldn't have believed it.

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"Oh, shut up, Joker!"

"But you literally can't play! I'm helping you!"

You were playing pileup with the rest of the platoon.

You never played pileup in your whole life and Joker was trying to help you learning, but he was being the same know-it-all boy, annoying and full of himself.

But he also had flaws.

He added, annoyed:"Let's repeat the rules: when you see one of your opponents with a card of the same rank as one you have in your deck as the top card of their rest deck-"

"JOKER, I KNOW!"

"THEN WHY DON'T YOU DO IT!"

"SHUT THE FUCK UP, BOTH OF YOU!"

"Sorry, Cowboy." You said.

"Sorry."

"God, you guys fight like an old married couple..."

"Me?" Replied Joker, in shock, "marry her? I have standards, Cowboy, which is a thing I'm not entirely sure she's ever heard of"

You slapped him, eliciting a murmur of shock from other players and platoon mates.

"You're a bitch, Joker!" You said, laughing, and started playing again.

You would have made him pay later.

After the match, you ended up losing two dollars.

Shit.

You got out of the pagoda, looking for Joker.

He was leaning against a wall, smoking.

"Joker."

He turned around.

"Oh, hey"

He smiled.

"So..." You leand on the same wall, very close to him.

He took the cigarette out of his mouth.

"Wanna hit?"

"Thanks" you picked the cigarette and took a hit.

"What were you sayin?"

"Yeah, right...so...you have "standards", uh?"

He suddenly looked very nervous.

"I-I don't know what you're talking about-"

You took his chin, forcing him to look at you.

"Don't play smart with me, Joker: it's a role that doesn't suit you."

"I-I..."

His face lit up in several shades of red, while frenetically looking around, like if he was trying to ask some help from the palms and the bushes around you.

"Oh, come on, Joker...you know you can tell me everything, right?"

"O-of course, of course I know!"

"So do you mind telling me the reason why you said that in front of them?"

He stayed silent.

He knew he fucked up.

He was terrified.

What a nice view.

"Well, since you don't want to tell me, I'll venture a guess: you wanted to look "tough" in front of them, by making me look like "the stupid woman you are the owner of", is that correct?"

He answered quickly, stumbling over his speech:"No! I-I didn't-"

You moved your hand from his chin to his neck, tightening the grip.

"Oh, you didn't?"

He couldn't answer, but he tried anyway, obtaining however the mere result of emitting pathetic choked noises, like a wounded and frightened animal.

You looked at him straight in the eyes, smiling.

Then you added, in an annoyed tone:"Let's repeat the rules again, shall we?", Mimicking his previous tone of voice.

He didn't answer, just looking at you.

"You are a sergeant as well, but I am your liutenant, so I am your superior. You obey to me, and me only. And what is the first unspoken rule of army?"

"Don't talk shit about you superiors when they're around..."

"And why?"

"B-because then we'd be fucked up?"

"Exactly, good boy."

He smiled at the praise.

"So what do you think it's going to happen, now?"

"I-I don't know..."

"It happens that you will make it up to me."

He was on his knees now, in front of you, clinging on your pants and shirt like if his life depended from it.

"How? Tell me how! I-I'll do anything! I will, I swear!"

You took his chin once again, way more gently, now.

"Don't worry about that...I'll find a way."

He smiled just like drug addicts do when they're high, or just like he does when he's on morphine.

Or like he does in general.

So pathetic, yet so addicting

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He opened the door, stepping in the room you occupied for the "special occasion", in an old farmhouse now used as a motel for prostitutes.

You were waiting for him laying on the bed, reading a magazine that someone forgot behind. It was an old Playboy.

"Oh, hey, there. You finally came. You took ages!"

He stared at you: he looked kind of mad.

"Of all the places on earth, the best place to be was a scraggy motel on the outskirts of Phu Bai? Not even in the worst bars in Caracas there're all these racketeers...", Joker complained. You looked at him, annoyed.

"Jesus Christ, Joker, you're so whiny. This is the best we can afford in a country at war. And in war and in famine every hole is a tunnel, an old saying used to say."

He looked to the ground in front of him.

"Sorry, ma'am."

"Close the door."

He closed the door behind him.

You stood up, walking towards him.

He bent down a bit, since he was a lot taller than you and he placed his hands on your hips as he kissed you, lazily.

He then looked at you, smiling.

"So...what's the plan?" He asked, with a small tone of impatience in his voice.

He couldn't wait.

You took him by the hand and dragged him towards the bed. He sat down, without even being told.

"It looks like you already know your place, here."

"It looks like it, yeah."

He grinned, pulling you towards him and hugging your thighs.

You ran your hand through his soft hair. They were a bit longer than the last time. He let'em grow, because he knew that if it was longer, it would have been easier for you to pull it. He loved it when you pulled his hair.

Such a whore.

He was looking at you with the biggest, enamoured eyes you've ever seen.

You bent down and kissed him again, cupping his face in your hands. When he felt your tongue on his, he let out a small whimper, making you shiver all the way down your spine.

"Ow, come on...we haven't even started and you are already so needy..."

"I-I'm sorry..."

"Nono...keep it up."

He whimpered again.

You made him sit better on the bed, back to the wall, and helped him undressing, leaving him only in his underwear.

You started to stroke his chest, lightly, and he left out a moan, arching his back a bit.

"Aww...so cute..."

He whimpered again, breathing hot and heavy. His skin felt like fire, at your touch.

So addicting.

He started to stroke himself on you, but you moved a bit back from his crotch, so that he couldn't actually create enough friction. You felt he was hard. Maybe it even hurt him, from how hard he was. But you wanted to tease him. Your favorite thing to do with him.

"A-ah...w-why did you move...?" He whined.

"Because I wanted to." You answered, coldly.

He swallowed.

You leaned down and kissed him again, giving a lot of small pecks on his lips. He whined at every touch. Every. Single. Touch.

It wasn't new that he was completely touch starved, but God. All that desperation was new for you even.

You slipped your hands all the way down to his underwear, taking it off.

He slightly hisses, when his full length was released from his boxers.

"A-ah..."

"Shut up."

You started to stroke it, from the very bottom to the tip, following the shaft.

A soft moan escaped from his throat.

"Please...s-stop t-teasing...a-ah!"

"I told you to shut. Up."

He shut up, only noises coming out of his mouth.

You kept on teasing him.

You liked it, mainly because it was the easiest way to drive him crazy.

When you finished teasing him, he was almost braindead, a desperate mess of moans and whimpers.

"So? You want me to go on?" You asked, teasingly.

He nods, desperately.

His glasses were fogged up, his eyes were barely visible. And he could barely see. But he didn't care.

Such a beautiful view.

You took off your shirt and he immediately put his hands on your breasts, gently squeezing them and kissing the fabric of your bra.

"C-can I take it off?"

"Of course..."

He took your bra off and started kissing your naked breasts, desperately, sucking and biting wherever he could.

You put a hand on his scalp, gently.

"Fuck..."

"A-am I doing good?"

"You're doing amazing..."

You took all the rest of your clothing off.

As soon as he saw you naked, he became even more desperate and needy.

"Can I...c-can I taste you, ma'am?"

"What do you mean?"

He looked at you: he was so desperate he sounded mad. In fact, his answer was very blunt. Maybe because he was very needy and he wanted you to stop playing with him.

"Can you sit on my face?"

You smiled, maliciously.

"That's better. Lie down..."

Within two seconds he was lying down on the matress, waiting for you, with a huge smile on his face.

You sat astride on his face, and he was almost drooling at the sight of your throbbing hole.

You rested your legs around his head as he wrapped his arms around your thighs and pulled you closer to his mouth, starting to lick and suck desperately on your cunt, like if his life was depending on it.

His licks were so immaculate you risked to cum there on the spot at the first two licks.

You took his hair in your hands and started to pull it, lightly, making him release a soft, guttural moan, which stimulated you even more, making you moan louder.

You started to get closer to your climax, after a few minutes, and you started move your hips back and forward, in order to stimulate more.

But that don't turn around for long, because he firmly out his hands on yout hips, not allowing any sort of movement.

He went faster, and your vision was gettinf blurry.

"I-I'm...sso close...*fuck*...ah...k-keep tha-AH!...that u-uup..."

"Uhu..."

He kept the pace, and in a matter of seconds you finally arrived at the climax, screaming his name out of your lungs.

You almost fell on the matress.

"Holy shit..."

"I did good, did I?"

Always the same, old Joker.

"You cocky bastard..."

He laughed, softly.

As soon as you managed to regain the use of your legs, still a little shaky from the orgasm, you managed to get off the bed on his side.

"Sit."

He sat.

So obedient.

You spread his legs and started to kiss his length, from the tip to the very bottom.

He was so hard that he was risking to cum at every touch.

His legs were shaking a bit too, for the exitement.

You licked then from the bottom to the tip again and you started to suck it, gently, just to tease him a bit.

You looked at him, and as soon as you did, he went out of his mind, letting a deep, animalistic moan escape from his throat.

You slowly bobbed your head on his dick, making it go deeper and deeper down your throat each time.

He took you hair in his hand, as an instinct, and threw his head back, letting out big, shameless open-mouthed moans and whimpers.

He just needed it.

He just needed you.

You went faster, and he was slowly going insane, and you managed to slide it deep down your throat.

"Ah...please...d-don't-Ah!"

You go faster. You want to hear him so desperately.

"P-please...slow do-AH!"

He didn't want to choke you, he was afraid he could hurt you, but that's exactly what you wanted.

It was only matter of time before he came down your throat, with the most sinful, toes-curling moan you've ever heard.

For a moment you thought this man was born to be a slut for you.

For you only.

The mere thought of that was enought to make you horny again, but you were too tired.

And he was too.

You couldn't "actually" fuck, you know.

Merely because that would have meant a baby and you could not afford such a thing in the middle of a war.

Expecially if you were two fighters of this war.

You came back up on your feet and you lied down on the bed, next to him.

You know he wanted more, but he just phisically couldn't.

It wasn't much for the phisical effort, but more for the exitement of all of it.

You turned on a cigarette and started smoking, staring at the ceiling.

"This was some serious five-stars fuck..."

"Are your standards that low?"

"For happening in the middle of a country at war, I'd say my standards are already too high."

"So I did good?"

"Awsome."

"Cool."

He stayed silent for a while.

"If this is the price to pay for making you mad, then I should piss you off more often."

"Don't you fucking dare."

He laughed.

What an idiot.

But he was your idiot.

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