Impractical Jokers: [Joker]xReader Collection

Joe x Reader - Grounding

[SMUT WARNING!]

Jerking awake, the blankets fly off of you and your body is flung into an upright position courtesy of your fright. Tears sting the corners of your eyes and your body is doused in cold sweat - and the urge to scream when you feel arms coil around your waist and a distinct 'shh-shh!' in your ear is swallowed only by the fact that you know who is there beside you.

All but hyperventilating, your hands move to cling at one of Joe's arms, holding it tightly as he whispers tender promises in your ear. He helps to soothe you, eventually persuades you to lay back down with him in bed, your nails digging into his shoulder as your eyes dart around the room. With your head in the crook of his neck, eyes no longer able to scan the darkened bedroom without perceiving terror, Gatto feels your quick panicked breaths against his skin. His hand reaches up, smooths over your hair as he turns his body to face yours.

"Heyyy," the Joker mumbles softly, cupping your face and wiping your tears away with his thumbs as he leans in close, nose to yours, and whispers encouragingly: "It's all right, [Y/N]. You're safe... it wasn't real. It was just a nightmare, baby..."

Nodding your head, you whimper at the feeling of his lips on your nose, picking up your head and pressing your mouth to his. Lips graze one another's, as if you've never kissed the man before, and he doesn't push it, remains gentle and soft. Your hands slide over his bare shoulders, fingers dancing down the smooth skin of his arms. Grounding. A technique that always makes you feel better when you're experiencing great anxiety.

"Need stimulus, baby?" Joe asks gently, voice caressing your ear as your fingers stroke up and down his arms. He knows about your coping mechanisms - how you search for things you can hear, touch, taste, smell and see in order to help you come back down to earth - and he likes to help you however he can. When all you do is nod, he slowly rolls on top of you and kisses you softly. "Start with taste, yeah? One taste."

And as he kisses you, the hint of toothpaste niggling away at your senses, you feel confident enough to deepen the exchange, hands slipping around his neck as you tilt your head and let him kiss you more. When he pulls away, looks at you as if you may very well break, you pull him in once more and kiss him harder, mumbling 'I can taste you' as you do.

"All right. Good," he whispers, moving his kisses from your lips to the sweet spot beneath your ear before he speaks up again. "Now smell. Two things you can smell, [Y/N]."

His kisses are moving south, teeth nipping gently at your pulse point, hands settled firmly on your waist. Leaning in slightly, you catch the familiar scent of his shampoo and tell him, him nodding while you search desperately for something more. Joe reminds you to relax, soft kisses still being applied to your body as he begins to trail them down your stomach. Eventually, you settle for 'I can smell you.' and this makes him murmur his approval.

"Three things ya see." And immediately, he looks up at you from his position at your belly, electric blue eyes catching yours in the dark. He doesn't mention anything but he's beginning to get a little hard; having you in such a vulnerable position, completely trusting in him, it does things to him and not even your spacey awareness makes him deter as you meet his gaze and say 'I can see oceans.'. His fingers slip down your thighs softly, taking account of the slight wetness beginning to build between your legs as you watch him descend down your body, lips eventually meeting upper-thighs too. 'I can see desire' is whispered to him, your hand coming to settle on his head as he makes himself comfortable between your thighs. 'I can see you.'

His lips turn upwards in the form of a soft smile. "And what can ya hear, baby?"

And that's when the madness begins, his tongue sliding along your wet opening before pushing past folds and tasting your most intimate area. Whining softly, your fingers tighten in his hair and attempt to tug him closer. 'I can hear my heart thumping', you confess to him. 'I can hear the bedsheets rustling.'. Joe nods his head, pushes a little further into you with his tongue and his nose accidentally presses against your clit. A stunted gasp passes your lips and you feel the twitch of his mouth as he smiles before continuing his work. 'I can hear my breathing, hard and fast'. And then without warning, Joe inserts two fingers into you, tongue lapping at your clit while you arch from the bed and pull harder at his hair, resulting in a groan from him. With some of your usual fire, you exhale, 'I can hear you smirking, you bastard! I can hear you.'

Just as you feel you're about to tip over the edge, Gatto pulls away and presses his lips sweetly to yours. Tasting yourself on his tongue, you let loose a soft moan and stroke down his shoulders before fingers graze down his stomach. When they reach his groin, lips turn upwards a little with relief as you feel his length solid in your cautious grip. The man you love gives you a sweet smile, brushes hair out of your face and kisses you again before positioning himself in front of your entrance.

"And now five things ya can feel. You're almost there [Y/N]."

And the double meaning of the words has you letting loose a pang of breathless laughter, subdued only when he moves into you with a patient thrust. By now, your anxiety has been replaced with pure excitement and lust, adoration and wonder, but you keep the process going because to not complete it would trigger your nerves all over again.

As Gatto pulls back and then fills you to the hilt once more, you reach your hands forwards and lock your fingers together. 'I can feel your hand in mine; I can feel safe.' you begin, eyes fluttering closed so as to pay more attention to the euphoric sensation of being filled by the man you love. And he does it with such dedication, such skill that it leaves you breathless in his wake. 'I can feel you inside me, Joe; I can feel pleasure.'.

This admission has Joe picking his head up and kissing your lips lovingly before he busies himself with your neck, leaving hickies and marks adorning your skin as you concentrate on the feeling of a hand sliding down your body and resting between your legs. You gasp, then moan. 'I can feel your thumb on my clit, oh God... I can feel good...'

"You like it?" Gatto asks sweetly, applying pressure before sliding his thumb over the bundle of nerves with special attention to the way your body juts and jerks.

"It feels amazing. Please,more..."

He obliges in kind, moves his thumb faster while his thrusts pick up speed. He himself is closing in on release, the feeling of slipping over the edge all too close for him to remain docile; and the extra added force has you moaning keenly, delirious exhalations of his name as you cling to him and say, louder than any of your previous confessions: 'I can feel you filling me, Joe; I can feel satisfaction!'

"Oh, [Y/N], you feel so good... God, I'd never let anythin' hurt ya, y'know that, right? Concentrate on how good this feels. I want y'to fall asleep with me with nothin' but pleasure. I wanna– oh, fuck–"

And, overriden by passion, the Joker feels himself come undone, orgasming deep inside you which makes you squeal with pleasure, heated words escaping your lips, 'I can feel you, Joe, and it feels so good!", and it's enough to have you cumming too. In unison, you grind and writhe and clutch one another as your highs are ridden out until you've milked every drop between you dry.

Gatto pulls out of you, lays beside you and presses a sweet kiss to your forehead. "Feel better, baby...?"

Nuzzling into his body, you feel a heaviness overtake you that you haven't felt before, dropping off to sleep with a quiet mumble of 'I love you the most, Joe'. Before he realises you're asleep, he moves to kiss you... before he settles for simply stroking your face as you rest, smile curling your lips adorably. He's never seen you so content while asleep.

"...I love you too, [Y/N]."