Impractical Jokers Requests Book Two

Birthday Sex (Sal x Reader)

Reader's POV

Waking early on the Saturday morning that he had been waiting for, Sal rolled over to find you fast asleep beside him. His arm remained draped across your waist from the night before, a sleepy smile settled upon his face, as his eyes adjusted to the morning light peeking through the curtains.

It was your birthday, the day in which Sal had been preparing for, for a week now. This would be the first year that you'd be celebrating your birthday as a married couple, and Sal had spent a long time planning the morning before he was to leave for work that afternoon.

Climbing as gently as he could out of the bed, avoiding every risk of disturbing you from your sleep, he made his way down the stairs and into the kitchen. Gathering everything that he would need, Sal began to make your breakfast that he would bring up to you later on.

He laid each plate out along the tray, not forgetting the single flower in a vase that he knew was your favourite. Perfecting the breakfast for the last time, Sal took the tray in his hands and began to make his way back up the stairs to your bedroom. Peering through the crack in between the door and the frame, Sal smiled small, as his eyes laid on you still passed out in bed.

Pushing the door open further, Sal tiptoed into the room, quietly placing the tray of food on your bedside table. He pressed a kiss to the top of your head, chuckling softly to himself at the furrowing of your brows at the slight disturbance he had caused you.

Sal returned to his side of the bed, laying next to you, his arms soon enveloping around your body and pulling you tightly into his chest. His face nuzzled into the crook of your neck, his lips beginning to toil at the tender skin; the touch being enough to bring you into consciousness, as your eyes slipped open, with your hands tracing over his and a low hum passing through your lips.

"Happy birthday, Sweetheart." Sal wished, rolling onto his back and taking you with him.

You could feel his hand slowly slip down your back and along your curves, before stopping just below your waist. His fingertips grazed over your skin, touching every part of you that he loved.

"Thank you," You smiled, leaning in to kiss him square on the lips and noticing the familiar look held within his eyes; lust and desire almost burning into your skin, as his gaze travelled up and down your body that was still bare from the night before.

"I was thinking," Sal spoke aloud, allowing his forefinger to twirl around a single strand of your hair that had fallen over your shoulder.

You gave him your full attention, biting at your lower lip in anticipation, as Sal dragged out his words to add to the suspense. "Maybe I could give you your gift now."

Without waiting for an answer, Sal leaned into you, bringing his lips to meet with yours, as he kissed you with every ounce of passion surging through his body. The taste of him filled your mouth, as the two of you fell about the bed, with Sal underneath. His lips carved into yours, taking control of the moment.

Before too long, Sal had moved his focus away from your mouth, the assault of his kisses moving to your jaw and ending up buried in the crook of your neck. His lips burned into the sensitive flesh, leaving his mark along the blank canvas, as his hands explored down the curves of your body.

His hands clasped firmly at your ass, pushing his pelvis into yours, his rough skin feeling blissful grinding up against yours. You could feel the confident smirk printing against your lips at the sound of the lustful moan that came pouring out of you, knowing that Sal was revelling in the reaction he was gaining out of you.

There was nothing more that he loved than hearing you lose yourself under his control, it was like music to his ears and he would listen to it on repeat every hour of every day if he could. He admired every part of you; your smile reminding him of the good memories that you shared together, your eyes awakening the ache inside of his chest that only longed for you; to feel you, to just be in your presence forever.