Impractical Joker One Shots & Imagines

Q x Reader: He Wins

"MOVE IT BUSTER!" you bellow, moving the Xbox controller around with vigor. Q remains silent, eyes narrowed in concentration. He prefers to play in silence, while you yell and scream at the top of your lungs.

You and your boyfriend Brian, or Q, had been in this heated video game match for hours now. You had played everything from COD, to now, Super Mario Cart.

He is currently beating you, which frustrates you to the point of almost insanity. Nothing pisses you off more than Q with his calm demeanor and smug face when he beats you.

The was quickly coming to the end, Q still in the lead by a good bit.

"NO. NO. NOOOOOO!" you shriek at the top of your lungs. A smile tugs at the corners of Q's bearded mouth as his Mario rides smoothly across the finish line, with you a full 15 seconds behind. You throw the controller in anger. He gives a chuckle as you move to the opposite end of the couch, arms crossed, pouting.

"Aww.. cmon sweetheart. It's not my fault I'm better." he teases, scooting next to you. He attempts to put his arm around you, and you shake him away. He gives a coy smile.

"Sweetheart it's a GAME." Q whines, trying to grab your hand, only for it to be yanked away. He sighs. You intentionally turn your whole body away.

He thinks for a moment. He then had a brilliant idea. He positions himself closer to you, then begins to tickle you, immediately earning shrieks of laughter from you. You attempt to run away, but he wraps his arms around you from behind, pulling you to his body. He buries his face in your neck, planting kisses on your sweet spot, causing you to be like putty in his arms.

As you relax against his body, he pulls his lips away to chuckle in your ear.

"I win again, huh?"