Impractical Jokers: [Joker]xReader Collection

Joe x Reader - Daddy

[SMUT WARNING! DADDY!KINK!]

An empty juice box sits in your lap as you wait for him to come home. Swinging your feet in front of you, body purposefully hiked up the sofa so that they do not touch the floor. Your heart thumps loudly in your chest when you hear the click of the lock on the door, heavy footfalls signalling his arrival.

Daddy's home.

"Hey, baby girl," Joe says as he stands in the doorway, your eyes lighting up as he opens his arms and waits until you run into them. You embrace one another, before he leans in and presses a soft kiss to your nose; something he does every day upon greeting, even if he's had a bad one. "Hey," he speaks up again, pulling you in and whispering hotly in your ear: "Daddy's had a rough punishment today. Wanna help with that?"

Your smile is so genuine as you nod you head at him, his own turning you into a blushing mess as he begins to lead you upstairs, hand never leaving yours, fingers lacing together lovingly. You love how caring Joe is with you; he could wipe the floor with you and give you that same beautiful smile and you wouldthank him. You love him so unconditionally.

- - -

It is with caution that your mouth covers his tip, eyes wide and innocent lifting to stare up at him. It's not that you've never given him a blowjob before, rather that Joe keeps you on your toes, so much so that every time feels new and exciting. He's very well-versed in what makes you feel virginal, a sensation that makes your intimacy that little bit more special.

His hand gently rests on the top of your head, pushing you further down him. "Mm... that's good, baby, you're gettin' it."

With more confidence as the dominant man pets you and thrusts his hips lightly into your mouth, you manage to slide your lips all the way to his base, ignoring the urge to choke as the pleased groan comes tumbling out of his mouth at a rate that has you hot and bothered for he knows how to arouse you without even touching you. A small whimper passes your lips, because the desire to feel the man inside of you is a need so physical it could very well tear you apart. Joe provides what no other man can: complete and total devotion.

Bobbing your head, you're rewarded with more lewd sounds before he eventually frees himself and strokes his hard length, staring at you intently with those beautiful blue eyes. He can make you do anything when you look into them; sometimes you try to look away, just to see if he has the same effect. Hedoes.

"What do you want, huh?" Joe coos, getting to his knees and guiding your face to look up at him. Lower lip sticks out in a soft pout, pleading eyes fixed on the other.

"I want you inside of me, please, Daddy," you beg, voice quiet and pitiful. You hope he concedes for you can barely keep yourself from touching your body. Joe shifts behind you, coils an arm around your neck and has you sucking on two of his fingers. You do so with grace, with gratitude even, before he takes them away and slowly inserts them into you, listening to the soft moan you release. "Oh..."

Joe leans in close, brushes his lips against your ear and takes overt pleasure in the way you shudder. "You like that?" When you nod, he picks up speed, smiling soothingly, his thickened tone heating you from the inside out as his thumb comes to toy with your clit teasingly. Your yelp only encourages him. "You want me to fuck you just how you like it, baby girl?"

"Y–Yes please!"

He hums, lets it go that you don't address him just this once for you've been sogood all night and everybody makes errors. Gatto eases himself into you and gives you time to adjust, splaying fingers across your spine before trailing kisses down it. Delivering a light slap to your rear, he begins to move.

At the sounds you make, he's pushed to dive further into you, head tilting back as your wet warmth coats him whole. This is Joe's favourite part; the part where you come undone, grasp at sheets and beg for more, and when he gives it to you you squeal at how good it feels, tell him things he will never get tired of hearing. 'You're the best, Daddy!' and 'I love it when you fuck me, Daddy!',they're all such important quotes to him, ones he'll remember as long as you're together - and he doesn't fear that coming apart either.

"Mm... you feel so good, sweetheart. All wet for Daddy, huh?" Joe coaxes, listening to the delirious mumbling in response as your fingers grasp at the sheets and your head hangs parallel to your shoulders as you nod furiously. Hot cheeks and tears in the corners of your eyes, you ask him permission to cum. "Of course, baby - cum for me."

You don't need to be told twice, juices leaking from you the second you let yourself go - and Gatto is not long after, filling you with his hot seed, grunting his approval as his motions begin to slow, hands resting on your rear as he catches his breath.

After pulling out of you, Joe guides you to lay down on the bed before reaching over you and retrieving his shirt, tugging it over your body. It's over-sized, reaching your mid-thighs as you squirm until you're snug against him. The only time you can properly relax is when you're in his arms, safe and sound for he'll never let anything bad happen to you. It's one of the reasons this dynamic works so well; why you've fit so snugly into the role of submission while he took the reins. He loves you far too much to allow you to make bad decisions, to make tough choices, and so he does it for you.

"Is my little [Y/N] all nice and happy?"

You nod your head against his chest, crooning as his hand strokes down your back. "Yes. I love you!"

Gatto chuckles softly, his lilt of laughter making your heart flutter. "Good, baby. I love you too."