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You’re not sure how the situation escalated into what it is now.
Originally, you’d only come to get another tattoo from your lover, around your wrists this time, for you to see as you went about your day. But the moment you’d entered the parlor, Joker had already run up to you, a manic light in his eye as he hurriedly pushed you towards his private offices, the special room he reserved just for you and the occasional collaborator he brought in to help decorate the canvas of your body. Collaborators who helped mark you in ways that made you remember every touch, every sensation laid upon you when you received them.
You remembered the last time you’d been in this room - when Joker had restrained you while you bent over the padded bench. Wrists, ankles, and torso, all were restrained so you had minimal movement while his long fingers traced over your skin, the scrape of the marker tip against your skin drawing the patterns making you bite your lip before the press of the tattoo pen made you cry out, body tensing as Joker traced first the central “1” - the symbol of his claim, that marked you as his Ace in the Hole, his lucky card - before surrounding it with the suites. Each finished symbol earned you another bite, another mark, on your neck, and the echo of delighted, sadistic laughter as he describes gleefully how your pleasured-pained moans made him hard, made him ache with the urge to break you apart.
The face fucking afterwards had nearly made you black out with the way he’d gone until you were lightheaded, until the only thing consuming your mind was his hand in your hair moving your head along his cock, shoving you down as far as he could as he filled your throat.
The taste of his cum on your mouth still made you drip with longing and need, nearly a month after that day.
But walking into the room and seeing Konro leaned against the wall, arms crossed and eyes flashing to you the moment you walked in, you knew you’d have more than the taste of Joker’s cum on your mind when you thought of this place.
“...So that’s why the bastard asked to use his favor to bring me in here,” Konro sighed, rising off the wall and letting his eyes rove over your form. “At least his taste in partners is more sound than his mental state.”
“I’d take offence at that, but you’re probably right.”
Your lover’s voice comes from nowhere, and you jerk in surprise as he steps up to you, arms wrapping around your waist and chin tucked over your shoulder, mouth already set in that wide, almost maniacal grin he loved.
“Now, my Ace…let’s begin today’s game, shall we?”
Those were his last words before you found yourself in a whirlwind of movement, Joker easily stripping you down and coaxing you to the bench, his own clothes shed along the way. A sharp tug forces you down into his lap, followed quickly by adept fingers sliding against your aching clit and the moisture already coating your cunt from remembering previous times and then seeing Konro’s expression as he assessed you.
“Already wet, naughty Ace?” Joker laughed in delight, making your face burn at the taunting in his voice. “That’s fine. Makes this easier.”
“Makes what easi-AH!” your words are cut off into a sharp cry as Joker shifts you just enough to position the blunt head of his cock against your entrance and push in, groaning at the tight heat that encompasses him as you thrash against his chest. “ASSHOLE!”
“Why yes I am, nice of you to notice, Ace,” he said breathlessly, laughing in delight as you tighten and quiver around him. “But there are important things to do today, and we don’t have a lot of time before Mr. Diligent over there has to return to his precious captain, so excuse me.”
Then his arms are clamping over your body, holding you still despite your best efforts. A sharp grin aimed over your shoulder is met with an unimpressed stare, but Konro approaches you nonetheless, already having sanitized and gloved up while Joker had restrained you.
“Joker’s assured me you’re rather familiar with piercing and what it entails, so I’ll leave it at make sure you don’t touch your nipples until they’re fully healed and keep an eye out for infection.” Konro sighed, watching your eyes widen at the realization of what was going to happen. “...I do have your consent for this, yes?”
Your mouth immediately drops open, a no on the tip of your tongue, when you remember the conversation you’d had with Joker not even a week ago.
“I want to go in and have more work done in a bit. Maybe some wrist tattoos. Ooh, or a piercing! Though...maybe not. They can get pricey...and the only good place is across from your shop.”
“Shinmon’s place?”
“Yeah. I’ve wanted to get a piercing from them, since they’ve got the best reviews in town. But like I said. It’s pricey. Not that I expect anything different from quality work. Still, something I want to get eventually.”
“...you asshole,” you breathed, trying to turn your head to glare at your lover. “I said eventually!”
“And eventually ended up being a week. Still works,” Joker replied offhandedly, grinning against your neck. “Now answer Konro’s question Ace. Does he have your consent?”
There’s a moment where your throat struggles to work around the words, your mind torn between affection for Joker’s attention to your desires and aggravation at his attention. But eventually, you sigh, one hand affectionately squeezing his thigh before you let yourself relax against him - as much as you can with his cock in you, at least.
“Yeah, I consent. Just, uh...well, I can’t promise not to move.”
“That’s fine. That’s what he’s here for after all,” Konro waved off, moving into place before you and beginning the process of cleaning and sterilizing your skin. The chill of the alcohol wipe makes you shiver as your nipples harden, prompting Joker to tighten his grasp.
“Careful, Ace. Don’t want to mess up the art, now do we?” he purred, tongue tracing out to lave against your neck. “If you can’t hold yourself still, I’ll have to make you melt so much you can’t move.”
“That’s not exactly going to help them, idiot,” Konro deadpanned, wiping over your nipples with a clean, dry cloth, the gentle rub of it pulling a whimper from your lips that stills the other man. “Especially if she’s this sensitive from the cleaning alone.”
“Oh, my pretty Ace is always sensitive,” Joker laughed, grinning savagely at Konro. “So enjoy the responses as much as you can, Mr. Diligent, hmm? You won’t get to hear them very often after this.”
“So you say. But the first piercing almost always leads to more,” Konro responded, lips quirked up into an almost smirk. “And if she’s this responsive to nipple piercings, I doubt you’d keep her away for too long either. I know your tastes, you crazy asshole. You enjoy watching her writhe too much.”
“Of course I do! Toying with my Ace is always something I enjoy watching,” Joker snickered, smile turning a trace more sadistic, more gleeful, especially as he notices the way your legs are clenching, pressing tight to one another. “It’s not like you can blame me. Look how needy she is, just from hearing us talk!”
“Mmm...not that needy is bad,” Konro responded, drawing your surprised eyes to his - something you mildly regret when you notice the heat there, the way pupils are expanding to swallow his irises, barely discernible though it is even close as you are. “It’s quite nice to see. I always prefer my clients to enjoy what is happening, rather than cringe away from every sensation and touch. Makes things easier, on both parties.”
The way Konro’s voice wraps around his words is making you dizzy, even without the man saying anything explicitly dirty to you. The intonation, the pacing of his words, all of it hits in ways you hadn’t realized would hit, what with how different he was from Joker.
But fuck if you didn’t crave the feelings that were bubbling in you.
The first pinch of your nipples, the way Konro moves close enough for you to feel the warmth of his breath on your skin, makes you quiver in Joker’s hold, not enough to shift, to mess things up, but enough to make Joker groan in approval at the way it travels through your body and around his cock.
“Hasn’t even poked you yet, and you’re already a mess,” Joker taunts, laughing at how you bite your lip, unable to retort lest your voice break. “Just can’t wait to have him inside you, can you, Ace?”
“Must you always?” Konro sighs, shaking his head for a moment before he returns his attention to you. “Okay, here we go. If you need to, squeeze Joker’s thighs. They can take it, and if he cries like a bitch over it, all the better.”
The blunt statement shocks a laugh from you, earning a slight quirk of Konro’s lips.
“That’s it. Laughter makes this easier all around. Now, breathe in for me,” he instructed, waiting as you suck in a breath. “Now out.”
Your exhale shifts into a pained grunt as the needle pushes through, though the pain ebbs just as quick as it came - your pain tolerance wasn’t high for no reason after all, and you’d had needles jabbed into your skin enough times not to flinch - settling into a throb that only made the heat in you grow.
Though it was much harder not to move when Joker’s cock throbbed within you at your sound, twitching from your pain just as much as from the way you tightened beautifully around him as the needle pierced you.
Konro is quick to secure the barbell with beads at both ends, eying the piercing with satisfaction. A quick glance down confirms what he’d suspected from the way your body hadn’t flinched away or grabbed at Joker’s thighs, yet Joker’s legs had twitched slightly the moment the needle went through.
“I’m glad you’re enjoying it, little one,” Konro murmurs, chuckling at the flush that covers your cheeks. “That will make the next piercing far more enjoyable for you.”
The cleaning and sanitizing is repeated, this time, the touch sending sparks along your body, making you moan softly as your body adjusts to the sensations, just as it does after the first few jabs of the tattoo pen. Arousal coats your lower lips and Joker’s cock aplenty, and as Konro’s hand reaches up to pull your other hardened nipple, more drips down, joined by the abundant precum Joker’s cock makes. Your sensitivity mounts, until even just the barest brushes of Konro’s fingers make you want to cry out and shudder.
“That’s it, little one,” Konro murmured, watching the way you shuddered at his touch, the way your body both arched towards him and tried to twist away, only failing because Joker’s hold tightens on your torso and across your shoulders. “Don’t run from it. Let the fires of pleasure, of desire, steal away your senses and burn you down to your very core...then rise from those scattered ashes, like a phoenix, my phoenix, born from the heat I wrought upon your body.”
The words, calmly spoken even with the heat and passion twined within them, send shivers down your spine and across your skin where his hands trail, and you can’t help but release a keen as your cunt clenches around the throbbing heat of Joker’s cock nestled within you.
“Fuck, Ace,” Joker groans, head tipping back though his hold never falters. “Do you like that fancy talk? Like being called Konro’s phoenix, more than being called my Ace?”
“N-no, not like that,” you pant, head spinning as Konro’s lips twitch.
“Breathe in,” Konro murmurs, the quiet command making you suck in a breath without thought. “And out.”
The minute your breath is out, Konro’s pushing through, and the sensation with your sensitivity ramped is almost orgasmic, making you groan, long and low as your head tips back against Joker’s shoulder, cunt convulsing around the man’s sensitive flesh, making his growl low with desire.
“Fuck, I hate when you’re right, devoted bastard,” Joker breathes, pupil practically swallowing his iris until all that was left was a thin ring of color. “You react like this with just your nipples, Ace, imagine how good it’ll feel getting something down that pretty little clit of yours?”
The moan that rips from your throat is answer enough for your lover, and he laughs in delight, enjoying the way it jostles your hips, makes you groan.
“Be careful with her nipples. I know you know enough about them not to be stupid, but healing time is different for everyone,” Konro warns, waiting until Joker rolls his eyes and gives an offhand wave and nod. “Not that it’ll stop you from doing other things, as you know. Just don’t touch the nipples.”
“Yes, yes, understood Mr. Killjoy,” Joker groans, grimacing at Konro from behind you as his grip over your body loosens, choosing instead to clasp at your hips. “You’re ruining the mood.”
“No, see, ruining the mood would be reminding little phoenix of the way I made them feel not even a full minute ago,” Konro rebutted, watching the way Joker’s eyes flared, the way your moan pitches up at the memory of the piercing, the throbbing in your nipples picking up as if just the mention of them made your second heartbeat stronger. “Just like that. Now imagine if I were to pierce you with more than just my needles, little Phoenix.”
The whine that rips from your lips tugs a satisfied smirk on Konro’s lips, and a narrowing of Joker’s eye. A moment later though, Joker’s grinning, something wicked dancing in his gaze.
“Money where your mouth is, Konro. She’s got two holes. Make good on your word and come pierce her elsewhere.”