Impractical Jokers: [Joker]xReader Collection

Joe x Reader - Christmas Shopping

"Kinky," you snicker, but your hands begin to trail over your body regardless, fingers brushing lightly across your thighs before you reach your hands up and cup your breasts. A look of intense concentration aligns on Joe's face as he stares, swallowing thickly as you tweak your nipples through the material and sigh softly in pleasure. "Feels good, Joe. It's like wearing nothing at all."

Suddenly, you're not away from him any more. There's no other way to describe how fast he moves, how definitively he presses you against the wall of the dressing room and shunts a knee between your legs. Habitually, you grind against the hard bone, moaning ever so quietly as he latches his lips to your neck and begins to press kisses and nibbles alike to your exposed throat.

"We're in public," you remind him, though you do nothing to stop him when he shifts his knee; in fact, you encourage him, hands moving to his shoulders and guiding him in closer so that you can feel the intoxication of his body heat mingling with yours.

"Better be quiet then," Joe replies huskily, low sound made in his throat when you begin to fiddle with his belt, unhooking it from his hips and dropping it to the floor with a firm clatter. Neither of you flinch, instead kissing each other with heady passion, tongues flattening against one another's. His knee moves once more, this time away from you though it is replaced with a large hand almost instantly, having you keening quietly as you reach your hands up and tug at his hair. "Mm, [Y/N]..."

Joe wastes no time sliding into your panties, fingers gliding over your wet opening as his mouth rests beside your ear. His heavy breaths send heat pooling in your groin, heart beating madly as you fish him out of his underwear and begin to stroke him with dedication. Fingers form a tight little fist, pumping him in the way he likes, quick and demandingly before he shoves your hands away altogether and enters you with vehemence. Your body bashes hard against the wall - and you don't even care.

His thrusts begin slow, purposeful, strong and deep as he murmurs dirty things in your ear and tugs your lobe with his teeth. "Y'see what you've done to me, baby? Drivin' me fuckin' nuts in public... dirty girl."

"You love it," you encourage in a tone dripping with sex, gasping as he leans his head down and flattens his tongue against a nipple. The material still sits between his lips and your skin but it may as well have not been there at all, the warmth of his mouth overtaking the material in mere seconds as he sucks on flesh and speeds up the movements of his hips. "Oh fuck, Joe–"

"Feel good?" Gatto prompts, voice thick as he reaches down with long fingers and rubs your clit with a pace that has your knees buckling. Lips press heatedly against the shell of your ear, words crisp and alight, lust the gasoline that ignites them and forms liquid heat in your gut. "Y'gonna cum for me?"

"Harder, Joe, fuck me–" Ignoring the question, you know it provokes him to slam even harder. He does, teeth gritting as a primitive hiss escapes his lips.

"Maybe I should take ya there and then leave ya squirmin'. Like ya've been doin' to me all day. Gettin' me all hot and bothered and then walkin' away - ought to leave ya beggin'," Joe murmurs, tone heated and even slightly vindictive - it doesn't fail to turn you on even more.

"Oh God, no, I'm sorry! Please let me cum, I need it..."

"So did I."

Cracking your eyes open, you give him the best submissive expression you can manage, hands coming to stroke at his shoulders as you lean you head in and bite his neck, hard. He moans, hips jerking in a manner that has him slamming into your spot. He's always been of the rough sorts, loves when you man-handle him to a point that makes him weak.

"Fuck yeah, [Y/N]," grunts Gatto, cumming hard inside of you. His release triggers your own, burying your face in his shoulder as you squeal and release high-pitched moans at the rate your muscles clamp around him, red-hot euphoria shooting up your spine and filling your head with fuzziness akin to a high from a drug.

For a short while, Joe remains inside of you, pulls his head back and kisses you passionately with his tongue before he pulls away and presses an assortment of tiny kisses to your lips as you come down from your high. Sliding out of reluctantly, Joe works to adjust himself. Staring hard at him, breathing heavily, you allow a smirk to stretch your lips before tugging at the material still attached to you.

"...so, should we even bother returning this or...?"