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Hello, You

Joe Goldberg x Trans!Male!Reader

Fandom: You

Genre: fluff (lowkey), smut

Description: The reader shows up at Joe’s apartment after having been hit by his boyfriend. Joe helps him out and things get a little steamy 😳

Warning: Sex, pre-bottom, post-top, mentions of abuse, mentions of alcohol addiction, minor description of blood/bruising, dysphoria trigger if you’re very dysphoric about the lower area

Words: 2,595

I’m sure Y/N’s heartbeat was quick as he knocked on my apartment door. I was there, peeking through the peephole in less than a second. I watched as he ran a hand through his unkempt hair. He winced when he grazed the bruise on his forehead, which was slowly turning a deeper shade of purple.

He did it again, Y/N?

I pulled away from the peephole and yanked the door open. I had to seem surprised, if nothing else, to see him at my door.

Sure, we’ve talked quite a lot at my work, but I didn’t think you’d consider us to be super close.

I pulled the best confused face I could muster, “Y/N? What are you—”

“I’m sorry, Joe.” He cried, “I didn’t know where else to go.” I took notice of the tears in his eyes, “He drank again, and he wouldn’t listen to me…” God, I could listen to him ramble for hours on end. Even if it was about his self absorbed boyfriend. Y/N’s voice was like honey, dripping from his lips. Which I so badly wanted to kiss, might I add. Watching his tears spill was heart-wrenching for me. I moved without thinking, raising my hand to his cheek and wiping those sad tears away. He set his hand over mine and stared into my eyes, silencing himself.

“Y/N I’m so sorry…” I held his face with the utmost care. The bruise was above his left eyebrow, and it held a gash. Blood dripped slowly, “Your forehead is bleeding. Please come in.” I dropped my hand away from his face and took a step aside. He gave me the softest smile I had possibly ever seen and walked in. Before he could walk too far, I gently grabbed his arm and brought him to the bathroom. Y/N gasped when he saw himself in the mirror.

“It’s bad, huh?” He pressed a finger to his forehead with a grimace. I couldn’t stand seeing his eyebrows crease together in pain like that. I told myself I wouldn’t go out of my way to make these things happen anymore, but what's meant to be is meant to be! If Ryan hadn’t hit him, Y/N wouldn’t be here right now. If Ryan hadn't gotten a hold of alcohol, he wouldn’t have gotten angry. And if I hadn’t put that whiskey on their counter, this night wouldn’t have been possible. Y/N turned to me, “Will you help clean it?” I didn’t hesitate to nod and lift him onto the bathroom counter. He was just barely at eye level with me now. I reached behind him to grab a bottle of rubbing alcohol and cotton pads. He eyed me wearily, “Is this gonna hurt?” I peeked up to look into his eyes, they held fear. It wasn’t much, but it was there, no doubt.

I nodded, “I’m not gonna lie… It’s gonna hurt a bit.” Y/N let out a shaky sigh and gripped his thighs, which were covered by his skinny jeans. I glanced down at them.

I can't imagine how it would feel to squeeze his thighs as I— No, no. You cannot fantasize right now.

“O-Of course it will…” he mumbled. As I poured the rubbing alcohol onto the cotton pad, I noticed how he fidgeted in his place.

“Did you wanna talk about it?” I asked. He nodded, “Tilt your head down a bit, and sit still while I do this.”

“Okay…” He let his head dip down and his body still as I got to work, “I don’t know how it got there, but he got a hold of whiskey.”

I shot my head up, as if I didn’t know, “He what?” Y/N sniffled. I knew that Ryan had a problem with drinking. I’m the one who put the whiskey there for gods sake.

“I got home and he was drunk. I-I tried to talk to him, but he wasn’t having it and…” he stopped. I acted like I could barely even say it myself.

“He… He hit you?” Y/N nodded and I dabbed at the gash over his brow. I was trying to be as careful as possible, but he winced, despite my best efforts.

I don’t want to hurt you, Y/N. I could only assume he started calling you slurs again, am I right? Sure, you were born in the wrong body. But that doesn’t make you any less of a man, does it?

Y/N sighed, “I just wish he was more caring, ya know? More compassionate, more like…” He lifted his head to meet my eyes and I stopped dabbing at his wound. We both stayed silent for a moment. It felt like he was staring into my soul, could he see what I really wanted?

Please say what I think you’re going to say, please say what I think you're going to say.

“Like you,” he sighed.

Yes.

I knew he was thinking exactly what I was thinking. I could see it in his eyes. At first they held fear. The fear of pain, of being hurt.

I would never hurt you, Y/N.

Now they held want. The same exact want I’ve held in mine for all the two months I’ve know him. My eyes darted to his lips for a millisecond. He bit his bottom lip in, what I hope was, anticipation.

I leaned in a bit, “Can I—?”

“Please,” he begged.

Fuck.

(this is where the smut begins so if you don’t want to read, skip!)

I quickly closed the gap between us, connecting our lips in a searing kiss. Y/N’s arms instantly wrapped around my neck, pulling me closer. My hands went to his hips and I sat myself between his legs. We parted, my lips hovered over his for a moment, then they crashed together once more. I licked at his lips, practically begging for entrance. He happily opened his mouth to me, allowing me to grace every nook and cranny with every sweet kiss I placed upon his lips. Y/N let out a small whine when I lowered my head to his neck. Moving down, down. Biting and sucking on small patches of skin.

I left my mark, to show everyone that you’re mine. Is that okay, Y/N?

I bit harshly on his collarbone and he flinched, “Nngh-!”

Definitely okay.

I couldn’t help the groan that escaped as our lips were brought back together. Again, and again, and again. It was officially heaven.

We were about to become one, and we would never be apart. Not after this.

With a swift movement, my hand was down his pants and boxers, caressing his folds. He was so wet. I shoved two fingers inside of him, thrusting them in and out. I curled my fingers and brushed his g-spot, making him cry out. I then made quick scissoring motions inside him as I leaned in and bit the underside of his chin. Y/N’s hands left my neck and rested on my shoulders. He squeezed them, hard, tilting his head back as he let out a whore-ish moan. Both of us quickly made haste of our clothing.

You more than me, but both of us no less.

With almost no effort, I set my hands on Y/N’s ass and picked him up. We traveled to my bed in no time, laying down over the soft sheets. I leaned up to take in the sight.

You couldn’t have looked more beautiful than you did in that moment. All spread out for me on my bed. Soft skin, beauty galore. The scars on your chest reminded me that you have a past, one that rather hurts, but you’d be happy to share nonetheless because you’re proud of how much you’ve grown. Isn’t that right, Y/N?

I fumbled with the buckle of my belt and threw my pants across the room. With the help of his urgent hands, my boxers soon joined them. After a moment of adjusting, we were set to go.

“You ready?” My question was immediately answered when his legs wrapped around my waist and pulled my hips into his. I felt myself enter him with ease and I groaned, “F-Fuck!” My hand raced to the bed frame. I was gripping it so hard I thought I might break it.

“Mm!” Y/N mewled, arching his back when he felt me inside him.

Now you wanna contain your moans. Trying to seem innocent? Maybe you’re embarrassed to let me hear?

I leaned down to his ear, nipping it, “I wanna hear you, Y/N.” I slowly pulled myself out to the tip before snapping back in. He let out a loud gasp, followed by a noise that sounded like a cry. I kissed his temple and whispered, “Tell me what you want, Y/N.” I ground my hips down, hitting his spot just right.

Fuck, you make the sweetest sounds… I know exactly what you want, how you want it done. You want me to take complete control. To make you beg.

He was hesitant, and mumbled something. I smirked and gripped his thighs, he hummed in approval.

Just as soft as I imagined…

“I’m sorry…” I snapped my hips into his once more, “What was that?” Y/N curled his arms under mine and set his hands on my back.

“I want you to fuck me, please!” He cried.

Well… since you asked so nicely.

I didn’t waste a second, getting a grip on his hips before relentlessly pounding into him. He couldn’t do anything but moan with the waves of pleasure he was feeling. The look of ecstasy on his face was absolutely perfect.

I want to be the only one who can make you feel like this. I had to be. No one else deserves to see such a wonderful display.

I moved slowly, giving one kiss at a time down his neck, to his chest. I took one of his nipples in my mouth, swirling my tongue around the nub. He tangled his hands in my hair and released a loud cry. I was making him feel so good. Nothing could destroy this moment.

Except for the ringing of your phone.

We couldn’t just ignore it, “Do you wanna- mmn- answer that?” I asked. I mumbled something under my breath when he nodded.

“That’s R-Ryan’s ringtone—!” He pushed my back into the bed, now sitting in my lap. My cock buried even deeper inside him, “I-If I don’t answer, he’ll get mad,” Y/N halted his actions, reached over me to his pants, and grabbed his phone. I laid back, panting. What a mood-killer.

Why does that scumbag still matter to you? He couldn’t make you this happy even if he tried. Only I can.

Y/N slid his finger over the screen to answer and brought the phone to his ear, “Hello?” He said, innocence laced in his voice. I could barely hear Ryan when he screamed at him through the phone.

I knew if we continued, you wouldn’t be able to hold in your moans. I could show him that I’m the one making you feel so good. That I make you happy. Not. Him.

Without hesitation I bucked my hips up into his. My assumptions were confirmed when he let out the most beautiful moan I heard from him yet. His back arched and his phone slipped through his fingers, landing right next to my head. He completely forgot both it and Ryan. Now I could hear the scumbag, through the phone.

Ryan screamed and cussed all the while he heard you moaning out my name. It was my cock hitting all the right places inside you. I thrusted upwards to meet your begging hips, with absolutely no mercy. You were shaking in pure ecstasy, just at the brink of sobbing from the pleasure.

“F-Fuck, Joe!” Y/N cried out my name.

“Joe? Joe Goldberg?” Ryan knew exactly who I was. And I knew that I had to give this some extra measure.

“Mmn! God, Y/N...” I moaned. I wasn’t faking. I really did want to moan. It was just a plus that Ryan happened to know my voice.

“You’ve gotta be fucking ki—” Y/N reached down and hung up the phone, pushing it aside. I leaned up and captured his lips in an open-mouthed kiss. He draped his arms over my shoulders, and rested his hands on my back.

He pulled away with a moan, “Joe, I’m close—!”

“Me too.” I pushed him back into the bed, quickly thrusting into him. He pulled me closer, groaning into my ear. I bit down on his shoulder, sucking the soft skin until I left a dark hickey. I could feel the familiar pressure building up in my abdomen. We were both eager to finish, I was practically begging to hear him cry in my ear as he came.

My thrusts were sloppy from then on, until you finished. Your body shook and your walls clenched around me as I bucked my hips a few more times. I went until I felt that pressure snap. I let out a loud groan and buried my face into the crook of your neck. I came, hard. You gasped, from what I assume was the feeling of me filling you up.

After a moment, we both sighed and I pulled out, flopping down next to him. The two of us panted, hearts beating erratically.

When I turned my head to look at you, you were already looking at me. Your whole body glistened with sweat. You looked gorgeous.

“Like what you see, Y/N?” I smirked. His cheeks flushed and he turned away.

“Y-Yeah…” he mumbled. I chuckled and slid my arm behind his neck, pulling him close. He rested his head on my chest, “That was amazing, by the way,” he paused to look up at me, “You were amazing.”

What was really amazing was to hear you say that. Your praise, your love is the only thing I need.

“Right back at you, Y/N.” I leaned down and kissed him, deeply. He happily returned the favor without question. His lips were so soft and sweet. I could kiss him for hours.

He pulled away, a sad smile on his face, “I should really go—” I pecked his lips.

“No, no, no stay here…” I begged, and pecked him again.

He laughed bitterly, “I can’t, Joe. He’s already so mad.”

“Y/N, he is beyond mad. You can’t go there now!” I was getting frantic. I finally had him with me, and now he wanted to leave? And go back to that fucking asshole? I ran my hand through his hair, “He’ll hurt you again. Y/N, please.” He stared into my eyes, contemplating. There it was again, fear. It swirled in his eyes. I knew he didn’t want to go back. I held one of his hands in my own and squeezed, trying to reassure him.

He sighed and rested his forehead against mine, “I know. I’m sorry.” Y/N leaned back, “I’ll stay, Joe.” I grinned out of relief and put my finger under his chin, guiding him into a quick kiss.

“Thank you,” I sighed.

“I’m gonna go clean myself up, okay?” He brought up our connected hands and pressed his lips to our fingers. I had to physically stop myself from groaning.

Fuck you’re so sweet.

“Okay…” I smiled and let go of his hand as he left the bed.

I couldn't concentrate on anything but your hips as you walked to the bathroom. Were you moving them like that on purpose? I heard you turn on the shower, and I knew that was a good opportunity for me to get cleaned up as well. After waiting for a minute, I tiptoed into the bathroom and pulled back the shower curtains. You jumped and turned to face me, setting a hand on my face with a grin.

“Hello, you.”

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