Impractical Jokers: [Joker]xReader Collection

Joe x Reader - Do As You're Told

[SMUT WARNING!]

He has you all kinds of crazy at this moment in time, flushed cheeks and half-lidded eyes as you hold the phone to your ear and follow all of his instructions. Hands between your thighs, one set of fingers inside of you while the thumb on your other hand strums haphazardly over your clit. Arching, crying out for him to hear on the other end of the mobile while he drives home from work.

"Fuck yourself for me, baby..."

"I am, Joey. I'm imagining you... your mouth, your fingers, your– oh God, please come home soon, I can't take it..."

"God you're gonna be screamin' for me. When I get in there..."

There's a pause on the other end of the line, aligned with the halt of the car engine that had always been a-humming in the background. He's home. That or he's cruel enough to stop on the side of the road to make you think so. Breath is hard as your fingers pause, listening for any hint of his presence approaching. It's then that heated words graze your very core, have you leaking further onto your sheathed fingers.

"Get on your knees."

Immediately, you slip from your position on the couch and slide onto your knees. You make sure you're in view through the hall, naked body exposed for him as he throws the door open and immediately sees you. You can see the bulge in his pants, the darkened blue of his eyes as he slips his coat off of his shoulders and approaches you at a leisurely pace. Holding a whimper in the confines of your throat, you watch as he undoes his belt and slowly slides it from his hips, reaching you and placing a hand on your head. Instantly, you nuzzle against his thigh and listen to the satisfying hiss of his zipper as he undoes it along with his button, sliding his jeans and underwear does his thighs.

The light poke of his tip against your lips has you shivering, eyes closed as you dare to flick your tongue out and graze him. Joe hisses softly.

"I'm so hard, sweetheart. Better make a good job of it. You're not stoppin' 'til I cum, got it?"

You just nod, deliriously attaching yourself to his erection and sucking hard, listening to the deep groan he releases as he sweeps hair out of your way and guides you down his solid length. Head bobbing furiously, your nose pokes his abdomen as you reach the base of his large shaft and hold your head there for as long as possible before coming up for air. Needless to say you're pleasing him immensely, saliva-slick erection throbbing with every move you make.

Gatto gains a firm grip in your hair, tugs you down his length and begins to thrust his hips. "Oh, [Y/N], you look so good around my cock like that. Y'like that?"

"Mmf..." you mumble, cracking your eyes open to stare up at him, taking in the lust in his gaze as he purses his lips judgmentally and continues to thrust. You can feel him twitching in your mouth, his eyes fluttering shut as he approaches orgasm.

Wrestling free of his grip, you stun him by pushing him back into the couch where you had previously been, watching as he tumbles onto it and then smirking slyly as you lean on his thighs and take him back in your mouth, sucking at your own volition. Staring into those desperate eyes, watching as his brow furrows with his oncoming orgasm. Thrusting lightly into your mouth, you hum purposefully, letting the vibrations of your voice travel down his length and send him hurtling over the edge.

He cums hard, needless to say. And you, being the obedient girl you are, you swallow all of him and continue to lap at his head long after he finishes, getting even more turned on as he watches you clean him up. To feel his eyes on you, it makes you more determined to reverse your roles; send him carting into a more submission persona, if only so that you'll take him into your mouth again. He refuses of course, still holds the reigns, but there's nothing you'd prefer.

"Good girl..." Joe coos as you open your mouth and reveal that you've swallowed all of him. His hand pets your head, eyes sliding down your body before he beckons you onto his lap. Fingers trace over your soaking entrance, then two slide inside of you and have you keening into him. "Jesus, you weren't kiddin'. You're soakin' wet. Want me to fuck ya?"

"Yes, yes!"

He deliberates purposefully, pursing his lips and making an 'ehh...' of uncertainty. "Ask me nicely."

"Please fuck me, Joey, I've been waiting all day! I'll do exactly as I'm told and let you do whatever you want to me, I'm yours to use– just please fuck me..."

And normally you would be abashed, being so completely at somebody else's mercy. But this man works you so good, has you dripping over fingers and bed-sheets alike as you think about how amazing he makes you feel. Even in passing, it's enough to have heat pooling between your thighs. And his expression in this very moment, smirking and hazed in the recesses of his orgasm, you know it's about to get a whole lot better.

"All right. Get on my knees."