Impractical Jokers: [Joker]xReader Collection

Q x Joe x Reader - A Helping Hand

Immediately, you squeal and cover yourself with the blankets, red consuming your face. Oh God, this embarrassment... you can't even comprehend it as you will the bed to swallow you whole.

"Oh my God! Joe! Q! Wh-What're you doing here?!"

The Jokers glance at each other, Joe looking considerably more worried as Q steps forward and perches beside you on the bed. He stares at you, deep gaze boring into you... before he places a hand beside your head and leans down, wordlessly kissing you. You're so stunned by the action that you don't respond, at least at first... but slowly your eyes slip shut and your hand moves to clutch at the sheet as the male attempts to pull it down.

"Aww," Brian coos softly, kisses moving from your face to your neck as he slowly adjusts himself into a more comfortable position beside you, this time prying the duvet from you and tracing a hand over heated skin. Due to being so close to orgasm before the pair had stumbled in, you're hyper-sensitive, shivering at his touch as you shift your gaze from Brian to Joe. He stands there stiff, enthralled by the way Q's hand moves across your skin, blood thumping through his veins as his desire carries him forwards and causes him to lay beside you from behind. "Don't be shy, [Y/N]. Joe and I know what you want. We heard - let us help."

Joe's hands are already sliding down your hips, revelling in the way you arch against him as your sensitive skin buzzes with anticipation. They're both on you, hands trailing down your body, and it feels so good that you forget to be angry, especially when Joe slides two fingers into you and force a cry out of your throat. The sound turns both of the men on immensely, has them both struggling against the confines of their pants before they free themselves and stroke them.

"A-Ah– Joe? Uh– o-oh, Q– don't, I can't!"

But your cries are cut off, moans overtaking your frenzied syllables as Joe fingers you relentlessly, Q's thumb stimulating your clit enough to make you shudder as he leans down and rolls a nipple teasingly between his teeth. The pair of them working on you, so in sync, stroking themselves as they watch your face flush and contort into a picturesque porn icon, it has you breathless. Body spasms lightly as orgasm rears its head and Q grunts with slight impatience, pushing Joe's hand away and shunting himself inside of you.

The intrusion is sudden, girth much different to the fingers you'd become adjusted to, but it feels so good that you can hardly complain. Hands scrabble at his forearms, feel tense muscle ripple beneath them as he begins to thrust into you madly.

"Oh shit, Brian!" You gasp, movements hazy as you stroke down his stomach with a hand, other searching blindly for the other man beside you. The sharp hiss of air from Joe as you grab his erection and jerk him off with force has you moaning loudly, the feeling of both men you've thirsted after for months working together to get you off immensely saisfying. Part of you wonders if this is an elaborate prank, a very realistic dream... but the rest of you doesn't care."Joe, please– in my mouth, please!"

From his concentrated face, the eyebrow arch from Brian is obvious to Joe but he doesn't question it, just pushes himself past your lips and watches as you happily suck on the head of his throbbing member. A low-pitched groan leaves his throat, and Q listens to his friend getting off with his bottom lip caught between his teeth because damn, he shouldn't find it this hot, not when he's fucking a woman.

Joe can hardly resist pushing further into your mouth when you eye him desperately, cheeks stained with heat that only makes the flash of desire in your eyes even more apparent. His hips begin to move, thrusting in and out of your wet warmth, very much mirroring the sensations that Brian is having as he begins to hit your g-spot with quick succession. When you gag on his shaft, Joe feels his limit approaching, keeps you grounded over his erection and only lets you come up for air when you begin to pull back yourself (because if there's anywhere you don't want to be it's away from him).

Eventually, "Fuck, I'm gonna blow."

And it doesn't take long for Q to pull out of you, stroking himself to orgasm, hot load landing on your stomach. A heated groan passes Joe's lips as Brian recovers quickly, puts a hand firmly over his erection and takes it out of your mouth, his hand holding your mouth open via your chin while he jerks his friend off.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," Joe hisses, side-eyeing his friend, gritting his teeth when all the bastard does is smirk. He cums hard, perhaps even explosively, thick loads spilling into your waiting mouth as your eyes close blissfully at the taste of him. One of the men you've longed for is depositing in you, letting you taste him and had your mouth not been appropriately full you would thanked him tremendously.

Q is still stroking his friend, even as he finishes and sprawls back against the headboard, coming down from his high - and the sight of you swallowing his cum has him releasing a shaky sigh, eyes fluttering closed as he accepts Q's gentle come-down. Because the man's hand feels good.

"Jesus Christ..." Joe murmurs as Q lets go, darts his tongue across his lips with cheek as he nuzzles beside you and presses his lips to your mouth, tongue exploring you. He doesn't admit it, but the taste of Joe makes it even more special an exchange. Joe snuggles close, buries his spent body beneath the duvet and sighs softly, eyes flickering shut as he tenderly kisses your shoulder, suckling skin and leaving a little mark there. And all the while you're panting, reaching your hands round their necks and stroking through their hair equally.

"You guys... you're so dead when I wake up tomorrow," you warn breathlessly, finding solace in the way they laugh together and press delicate kisses to your sweat-soaked skin. Perhaps the embarrassment is still there, a little bit, but the scratch of Q's beard against your skin and the tender brush of Gatto's breath as his face slips into the dip between your shoulder and neck more than makes up for it

You exhale in defeat, and never have you felt so good in your decision to stand down.

"...but for now, I just want you to stay."