Imagines, smut, oneshots

Impractical Jokers (SMUT)

Today is the day!!! I finally get to meet my all time favourite men! Excitement seems to override me as I make my way through the main hall one tiny, painfully slow step at a time in the VIP area. The one I am most looking forward to is Brian. I don't know why but I have always had an attraction to him, from the first time I laid eyes on him, none of the other men really compare. I love them all but something about Brian pulls me to him every single time.

Eventually it is my turn but it seems to pass in a blur in comparison to how long I had to wait to see them. I hug then all but Brian's arms seem to linger around my waist a little longer than the others, it was probably just my imagination but I was pleased to think about it. We take our photo where I am sandwiched tightly between Brian and James, they seem to have a fight discreetly behind my back fighting over who is going to hold my bare spine with my open backed dress.

Weeks have passed since I saw them and life goes on a usual, shopping is an average task but I have a rare feeling within the pit of my stomach, like I know something or someone is around the corner but I haven't seen anyone to give me this feeling.
That is until I round the corner of the aisle and see a familiar figure standing there, as I see him he stiffens, as if sensing my presence, he turns towards me and our eyes meet. Immediately our eyes lift and we smile at each other. The few whispered words said at the concert spring back to my mind and my heart lifts. Fate allowed this to happen. He told me that if we met again, outside of their show, he would take me back to his flat and spoil me. I didn't know what he met but I was excited to find out, now I can.
"Hi, it's good to see you again." He strolled up to me with a certain swagger.
"And yourself." I couldn't find any words to past my mouth.
"You know what I told you if we ever met again." I couldn't find any words and just nodded, he took my hand and dragged me to a large red Jeep.
He practically threw me into the car and strapped me in, running around the side and racing out into the street.

After a few moments we were at his home, he parked on the driveway, dragged me from his car and into the house, sitting me abruptly on the couch.

He went and got us both a warm drink, as he sat down dangerously close to me. We clicked our mugs and starred to drink, as we did, we talked about our lives. We both placed down our mugs and smiled at each other, something within the pit of my stomach stirred and before I could register the feeling his lips were on mine and we were kissing.
I was kissing Brian Quinn! He pushes me down to lay on my back before he climbs on top of me and continues to kiss me.
I can't help but moan in pure pleasure as my ultimate dream comes true. He kisses down my neck and slowly works my shirt up as I push towards him just to be closer to him.
Our shirts were on the floor, soon followed by our pants, then our underwear and BAM! Fireworks lit within me, I was having sex with Brian Damn Quinn!
We were a mass of working bodies and heated moans of pleasure until we unravelled seemingly at the same time and we lay next to each other gasping for our breath.
We hug, we kiss and we talk more. This is bliss, he agrees and we look at each other, never realising how beautiful he was, and realising that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with him.