Impractical Jokers: [Joker]xReader Collection

Joe x Reader - Phone Sex

[SMUT WARNING!]

It's been a while since you've seen Joe, him being on tour with his friends. The only thing that has gotten you through it has been the promise that he'll come back - and you're holding him to that because you believe him. Why wouldn't you believe him? He's never lied, never done anything to make you doubt him; it is simply that craving the company of somebody so desperately can make one paranoid.

On the first ring of your phone, your hand darts for it, thumb hitting the 'Accept' button out of habit before you bring it to your ear.

"Hey, you..." Joe coos on the other end, and your heart thumps wildly in your chest, a lovesick smile creeping onto your face. "How're ya doin'?"

"I'm good," you reply, laying on your stomach on the bed, a strand of hair twirled around your finger as you grin like an idiot. "Missing you like crazy though."

A soft 'aww' with a chuckle makes your heart sing and you hear the distinct sound of him rolling over. You assume he's in bed too; his voice is low in volume, thick and throaty like he's been resting for a while, and the sound makes a pang of heat creep up the back of your neck. His voice when he's been asleep hasalways turned you on - even before you'd gotten together.

"I'll be home soon. Just five more days to go, [Y/N]," the Joker replies soothingly before he sighs heavily. It's evident by the weight of it that he's missing you too, the sound of his fingers lightly drumming against the wall of his cocoon-like bed. "Wish ya were here right now, y'know..."

"Me too." Your voice comes out smoothly, wistful as you lay there and think about him. How you long to be in his arms; to feel his lips on yours; his fingers brushing over your skin while he presses delicate kisses to your flesh, holding you as if at any moment you're going to break.

"Can't help thinkin' about ya here, curled up in my arms..." murmurs Joe, before silence engulfs the other end. You swallow hard, wondering if connection had been lost... before his voice, whispered and seductive, comes through once more. "...where are ya?"

"In the bedroom," you reply quietly, bated breath evident and you swear you hear him smirk, the sound of his lips moving setting your core on fire. God, you long for them to be on you, everywhere, wherever he wants– you'd let him doanything to you at this point.

"Talk to me, baby..." And instantly you feel heat make its way through your body, you rolling onto your back while a hand creeps onto your stomach and circles it slowly. You swallow hard.

"Should I put you on speaker?"

"No. Want ya to hear me clearly."

Mumbling 'okay', you allow yourself to feel goosebumps form on your skin. Joe is quiet for a moment, as if he's watching you, and the thought turns you on even more. Your hand dips past the waistband of your pants, breath shuttering into the phone as you await his voice. When it doesn't come, you slide a finger over the growing wetness in your underwear, remaining as quiet as possible save for your quickening breathing.

Eventually: "You're touchin' yourself, aren't ya?"

Blushing hard, you nod your head and then remember he can't see you. "I miss you so bad, Joey, it hurts..."

"I'm not complainin', [Y/N]. Go ahead," Joe directs, voice low and husky. "Take 'em off for me."

Sliding your undergarments down your legs with a soft groan of anticipation, your fingers graze your wet entrance and await his instructions.

"Want ya to rub yourself nice and gently," he says, and you do it without a second thought, laboured breath indicating your obedience to the man on the other end. You can almost feel his satisfaction. "Pay attention to your clit, baby - don't neglect it." And that earns a choked out sob of gratitude from you, fingers sliding over the dampened nub with a slow pace that has your knees shaking. A hissed 'yesss' alerts the Joker that he's making quick work of you. It is maddening that you only have a single hand free, the other propping the phone precariously by your ear.

"Joe–" You sigh lasciviously, arching your back so that he can hear the familiar creak of the bed. A quiet groan sounds on the other end. "Please–"

"Take your fingers and put 'em in your mouth. Get 'em real nice and wet for me. Then put 'em inside of you."

And you do as he says, soaked digits pushing into your opening with no resistance whatsoever. The friction you're granted is mind-numbing, so much so that you have to concentrate on remaining conscious enough to answer him, to listen to him. If Joe had any idea of your state, even he would be hot in the face. You've never felt so pathetically desperate for somebody, never been completely at somebody else's mercy. It's one thing you've always prided yourself on: self-efficacy.

Moving your fingers in and out of yourself, your ears prick at the sound of Joe's pleasured sigh, as if the knowledge that he's getting you off is getting him off in return.

"Fuck yourself for me," he growls, voice dangerous, and that only makes you approach his deed with more conviction. You want to feel as if they're hisfingers, want to feel as if he's there with you, lips by your ear, teeth tugging at your earlobe; his hands coating your breasts and his tongue circling your clit; that he's there inside of you, telling you how good you feel, pleased at how wet you are all for him, and it drives you mad, it really does.

"Joe– oh God, Joe–" You're crying out, breath heavy as your fingers quicken their pace, thumb expertly flicking and rubbing at your clit whenever possible. "Close, I'm close, please don't stop, I need it..."

"Are ya thinkin' of me inside of ya? Do it, [Y/N], think of how good I make ya feel. Feel it, tell me how much ya fuckin' need it."

His words are pushing you closer to the edge, thick tone running loops around your libido as you finger yourself at his request, hard and fast, praying to God that it'll tide you over until he's there to fill you properly.You bite your lip, and almost as if he knows this, Joe speaks up again.

"Don't hold back, baby. Nobody's here to hear ya but me. I wanna hear ya moanin' for me, [Y/N]."

And you do more than that, seething before wailing at your release, orgasm making your groin pulse with pleasure.

"My name," Joe corrects gruffly.

Joe! Oh God, , it feels so good–!"

It's no lie, your body spasming as wave after wave of euphoria rips through your body and leaves you completely devoid of anything but the soft ache of need for your lover. It's among one of the most powerful things you've ever felt, and to know that his voice alone had got you there makes you blush. Flopping back against the pillow, you push your hair out of your face and allow your sweat-soaked body to buzz with electricity and bliss, hard breathing the only sound that fills the line between you.

After a couple of minutes of quiet, presumably to collect yourself, Joe presses his lips to the phone in the form of a kiss. That makes you laugh breathlessly.

"You feel good, [Y/N]?" the Joker asks, an element coyness to his tone.

"Amazing," you whisper in response. The smooth chuckle you hear makes your stomach flip and your heart pulse with adoration. "I love you, Joe."

"I love you too, [Y/N]. Now rest up - when I get home, we're gonna do this kinda stuff all night."

Giggling, you swat your hand at nothing, reminiscent of how you lightly slap his shoulder as he buries his face in your neck and kisses you in a way that tickles while making a raunchy comment.

"I'm counting on it."