Impractical Joker One Shots & Imagines

Joe x Reader: Sugar Lips

(SMUT WARNING! KINKY!)

You and Joe had decided to bake a cake. It had been an idea in joking, but had become a reality when Joe had gotten that look in his eyes, signaling he was up to something. But you didn't say anything.

You whip the chocolate batter, mouth pressed into a firm line in concentration. You're diverted, however, when a long finger reaches in the bowl and dips in your batter. You scowl and look at Joe.

"Joey! Now your germs are in it!" you complain, whipping once more. He sucks his finger, with a smirk.

"You're starting to sound like Sal.." he chortles, dipping it in once again. You slap his hand. He chuckles, reaching for it again.

"Joey no!" you squeal, trying to stop him. You're both laughing, as he attempts to steal dips from the batter.

"It has eggs, you'll get salmonella!" you say worryingly. He snorts.

"Now you really sound like Sal." was all his uncaring response. You sigh and let him dip a few more fingers in. He sucks one, then looks at you. His mischievous grin returns.

"Here, try some." he says, putting two of his fingers at your lips. You look at him, smirking. You put your lips around them and suck, slowly. He watches you, his gaze a little too focused. You feel a blush adorn your cheeks.

"What else can those lips do?" his next words are blunt, making you pause.

"No, no don't stop.." he says heavily. You resume, licking his digits clean. You pull your mouth off them with a pop sound that makes him shudder.

"You should know what they do Joey." you say cockily, pouring the batter into the cake mold. He watches you, a small smile forming on his lips. There's clear tension as the cake is put in the oven and you wait for it to cook.

It finally is done.

You pull it out, and sit it on the stove top. You pull over your icing bowl.

"Well Joey, you gonna help me decora-" but you don't get the chance to finish. Joey slams his lips upon yours, and kisses you so hard, you know it'll bruise.

You turn, and wrap your arms around his neck. You make out, hard and deep. You can feel his bulge against you, turning you on even more than normal.

You pull away, and see the pure lust in his oceanic eyes.

"I'm gonna fuck you on this kitchen counter." he growls. He pulls you up and slams you onto the small kitchen island. He strips you quickly, pulling his dick out. But instead of pushing into you, he smirks. You narrow your eyes, knowing something was up.

He picks up the bowl, and pulls the icer out. He slathers you in the vanilla icing, much to your amazement. He sits it down and begins to lick you all over, sucking the icing off. It's immensely pleasuring. Next thing you know you're sticky, and wet all over your body. He takes his cock and shoves it in.

He fucks you relentlessly. You wail for him, cumming at least 3 times. He finally pulls out, still rock hard. You whine for him, though you're spent.

He pulls you off the table by your hair and forces you to your knees. It hurts so good. He coats his dick in the sticky sweet icing. His eyes glitter with dark glamour.

"Suck it all gone, (Y/N)." it's a command. You close your mouth over his tip and suck as hard as you can. He groans in pleasure, giving soft yanks to your hair.

You slowly lick the sides, sucking softly, taking all the icing off little by little. Finally, you take him in your mouth and bob your head at a fast pace. It doesn't take long before you feel him tense in your mouth. He gives your hair a hard pull, causing you to gasp and then choke.

"Spill and drop and I'll fuck your ass so hard you'll be knocked into next week." and he explodes in your mouth. You struggle to swallow it all, but you do. You pull away and sit, panting.

He stares at you for a moment.

"Don't we have a cake to ice, sugar lips?" he asks, smirking as he slides back into his pants.

requested by: Agent-Pumpkin