#joe goldberg smut

[luvontour]

❥ . . jealousy, jealousy > joe goldberg

- joe’s happy you’re making friends in london, until he notices the way that stupid writer looks at you.

joe’s hand settles on your hip as soon as the door closes behind him. it’s become a habit since your early stages of relationship. he simply follows as you say your hellos and press your cheek against other girls’ faces with loud kissing noises.

from what you told him, he wasn’t really interested in meeting your friends, if anything he thought of them as one of the many reasons he clung to you a little bit tighter every morning

“y/n, you made it!” joe watches as a peppy blonde throws her arm over your shoulder, not minding how the two of you were almost tangled together.

“hi! phoebe, this is my husband, joe” the blonde brightens up (something joe thought impossible) when you present him. he only nods with a small smile and shakes her hand, despite her attempts of hugging him.

she smiles “come, come. i have to introduce someone to you”

his hand burns into your side, fragments of earlier and your poor attempt of a quickie still in your head as the two of you follow after your friend(ish) to a secluded bar. where a pale, almost your height man sat, swirling his shot of whiskey in its glass. joe recognized him immediately. it’s rhys montrose, the writer nadia had been talking to him about earlier.

“rhys! y/n, the girl i had been talking to you about and her husband joe”

“it’s my pleasure” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to the back of your hand. joe doesn’t miss the way his eyes roam you over, throwing the cleavage of your dress a longer stare, he watches you all over, probably imagining lewd scenarios only your husband was lucky to experience.

he wants to leave then and there, but he wants to give it a chance, for you. he can’t think of another reason as to why he would sit there and gulp through this guy’s staring and his always dismissed attempts at flirting with you.

he sees a perfect window when you excuse yourself from the group, something about the powder room, which you never get to, because along the way, he manages to sneak the two of you off to one of many guest rooms.

he knows you felt it too, the way rhyse was staring and making inappropriate jokes, undermining joe and your relationship, inviting you on many scenarios in which he wasn’t included, he doesn’t need anything other than his rough lips and kisses to express what he’s feeling right now.

angry, jealous, possessive? those were just a few of the feelings coursing through him as he moans into your mouth, caving and letting your fingers tangle in his hair and steer him around like a puppy.

“please” your plead breaks him, you look so pretty like this, everytime, even if you were worse than him, kinkier, dirtier, he adored having you like this, under his frame, blushed, sweaty and with your chest racing as if you had just gone running.

“i don’t know doll, what exactly are you asking me for?” his nose nips at your cheek and so do his lips, pressing open mouthed kisses to your skin as he waits for an answer

“fuck me.” he groans when you whisper so sweetly. “please, i want you inside me”

“fucking hell” he struggles to pull away from you even slightly. “you just know i can’t resist when you ask me like that”

there’s some fumbling, but he manages to fish himself out of his pants, tucking your thin underwear to the side before he easily sinks inside you. the two of you make animalistic- guttural sounds at the feeling, and he can’t help when he says

“can’t believe that guy thinks he even has a chance” he chuckles against your jaw before nipping at it, and he just stares. at your furrowed brows, your parted lips. and he listens to your whiny noises and how needy you get for him, and he feels complete.

not as fulfilled as he feels though when he’s sure rhys has heard you, moaning his name over and over until you come.

“y/n?” there’s some incessant knocking, and a faux concerned man on the other side. “are you okay in there darling? you’ve been a while”

“y-yes. yes! im good rhys. i’ll be out in a minute, i think”

“is there anything i can do to help?” god, you wish you could see the two of you from afar. joe’s nibbling at your jaw and neck while your arms around his own keep you closer than ever, your fingers tangling in his hair as you clench your pussy around him. you can’t pretend you’re just touching up your makeup in there. you can care less if the man is waiting for a response, the way joe whispers against you both reassurance and degradations sends shocks of electricity to your poor and abused bundle of nerves.

“are you gonna come?” he chuckles “come on my dick baby, let him hear you. let him know he will never be inside you. that he will never make you feel this good. show him”

“fuck- joe. i’m so close, please”

“i know angel, i’ve got you.” almost on purpose, his hips slam deeper and faster, his thumb quickly presses back and forth on your clit and with his beard grazing against your neck it all becomes too much for you to take. and you’re soon shaking around him, biting his lip after a chain of profanities and his name that you hoped were masked by the music playing outside.

all of this, unaware of the encounter your husband was going to have just outside the door with the relentless writer who did in fact hear everything that just went down

[daaydreamy]

punishment

summary: joe gets punished. 

warnings: coarse language, smut, rope bondage, overstimulation

pairing: joe goldberg x fem!reader

•••

“You’re such a pervert.” 

Joe let out a muffled groan, eyes squeezed shut tightly as he squirmed in the chair he was tied onto. He clenched his hands into fists, letting out pathetic muffled noises as Y/N continued to overstimulate him, making him sob from the sensitivity. He bit down on the panties she had shoved into his mouth, whimpering as he tried to squeeze his thighs together, but failing miserably because his shins were tied to the front legs of the chair. 

“Really, Joe? Stealing my panties?” Y/N scoffed, pulling the lacy white fabric out of his mouth and bringing it down to his cock, keeping it in her hand as she continued to stroke him, making him whine in his throat from the rough feeling against his skin. “I bet you think about me late at night in your bed, don’t you? Just wishing you could fuck me, so why are you struggling?” She had leaned down next to his face, speaking into his ear while he let out shuddering breaths. 

“P-please, it’s too much.” He said brokenly, throwing his head back and making Y/N chuckle softly. He didn’t even know what to do anymore, what to feel, because he would both shy his hips away from her and fuck up into her hand needily, his brain making up all sorts of feelings and sending them down throughout his body and he wasn’t sure what to do with them. 

“Maybe, if I change my mind, I’ll let you fuck me, hm? But no touching, you’ve already proved that you can barely handle yourself. So maybe I can just take care of you, yeah?” Y/N was smiling and she sat down on his lap slowly, watching as his eyes trailed up and down her body, panting softly. 

“Do you want that, Joe?” She asked him, cocking her head to the side a little. 

“Yes.” He whispered. “Yes, god, please.”

a/n: i would never forget about my babygirl 🩷

[tragiby]

worn out

dry humping + dick sucking!!

senior!joe goldberg x senior!gf!reader

you straddled around his lap as your lips hurried against his. his warm tongue slipping into your mouth as his long fingers grip your waist tighter, encouraging you to grind on his hardened cock just a little bit more. his desk chair being abused by two people dry humping on it while college acceptance letters scatter his desk, he's as worn out as this squeaky chair but, fuck, what you're doing right now, makes him feel ten times better

he knows you both aren't planning to have sex right now, even though he's so fucking hard, but his mother's voice is about to ripple through the house that it's time for dinner and every clank of plates from downstairs is reminding him of that.

but he wants to, so so badly. your little gasps when you feel how hard his cock is and how you know it's for you. your the reason he's so turned on and it's been that way, way before you were straddled on him

his cologne makes you dizzy and that's why he wears it, you melt into him as he flinches to take things further, how is he going to get rid of...this?

"I..I-" you know what he's going to say and shush him before he does, you know how to solve this problem, and you place your lips on him again just so you can feel how they tingle afterward. it makes you so wet, how passionate you both are for each other, spit-mixing make-out sessions with your first kiss and first boyfriend is such an exhilarating thought.

but you're about to take it a step further, further than you've ever done before. you wrap your hands around his clothed cock as you reach to unzip him, soon his dick springs out and you're left wide-eyed staring at his cock. pale with angry veins and mauve tip oozing pre as you tuck your lip in to stop yourself from whimpering

your hands don't even touch when you wrap them around his cock, slowly pumping him as he throws his head back on his chair with a low groan. his heart is beating so fast, these are things he dreams about with his hand wrapped around his dick.

seeing him this satisfied with just you moving your hand brings your unbelievable joy, you want to make him feel good, always.

your plush tongue sticks out as you slowly and experimentally lick his tip, you flinch back as he lets out a moan and immediately covers his mouth. moving back you lick him again and he isn't so surprised this time but quickly bucks his hips as he's close

you wrap your lips around his tip and take his head into your mouth, fuck, you hope the door is locked. his elbow is resting on the armrests and covering his mouth as his eyes are twisted shut, veins are pounding as he attempts to keep all noise minimal

you take him in deeper, he presses his thighs into the chair to stop his bucking and you speed your hand motions up once you feel his cock twitch in your mouth.

he lets out this guttural moan as his seed shoots into your throat and you don't stop your motions until he's done. you place him back into his boxers and stand as he grabs you by the shirt and forces you to sit back down, he kisses you as you slightly giggle

"I wanted to do something to you first..." he whispers as he kisses you again

"too slow" you kiss him again as he hugs you "thank you,"

"your welco-"

"DINNER!!!"

[yoongis-black-grilfriend]

Crazy in Love

Summary: You enjoy taking care of a child with your boyfriend, Joe. Since he already had a son, you thought it best to wait to have one of your own. But Joe has other plans…

Warnings: This one is dark loves (beware). Hiding of birth control (and switching them out), Stalking, Jelousy, Forced Breeding, Bondage (handcuffs), Overstimulation, Pentrative Sex, Somnophila, Creampie, Descriptive Sex, and probably some more enjoy!

Y/n, my dear y/n, why must you attract attention everywhere you go? Why must you be so fucking beautiful? I watch as you walk around the Halloween store looking for a costume, and I've noticed that his eyes have been on you since you entered.

Who, you might ask? The clerk. The guy that is supposed to be doing his job instead of eyefucking with my son in your hands. You would think a baby would keep these assholes away, but they don’t. If anything, they make them worse. He must think you're a single mother in need of a man to fuck her because she hasn't been touched in so long.

He's wrong though. John, which I learned from reading his name tag, is so fucking wrong. He is still at his desk, yet it appears he is ready to make a move on you, my love. I walk over in my hat and glasses, feigning an interest in something.

“Hey man, do you know where I can find the masks?” He looks annoyed because he was just a moment away from tapping you on your shoulder and trying to take you away from me, and that is not going to happen. He looks annoyed, but I do not give one single damn.

I see you have found a costume. It's unfortunate that I was occupied with John over here and couldn't see it, but it's okay. I love surprises. You're now making your way home, and that's all that matters. John gives up once he sees you walking out of the store and rolls his eyes, pointing to the back of the store.

Now it is time for me to hurry home. With a smile, I make John's day even worse. “On second thought I think I might go to another store thank you buddy.” And he is off stomping back to his counter. Exiting the store, I enter my car and make my way home, back to you and henry.

The moment I walk through our door, I see you setting Henry in his highchair, getting him ready for lunch. I appreciate and adore you more and more every day because of the way you treat him like your own. As soon as you saw I was in the kitchen, you broke into a wide smile and instantly made my day.

“How was the Halloween store?” Even though I already know the answer, I still want to hear your gentle voice. “It was good, baby. I got us all costumes for your friend's costume party, we're going as the Flinstones.” You said, putting your soft lips in a kiss. I favor the moment as you slip your tongue in my mouth.

The kiss was about to turn into a make-out session until Henry started to babble when he finally spotted me. You break the kiss to look at him with the most perfect timing because your alarm for birth control goes off. You hurry off by giving me a peck on my cheek.

You are such a silly girl. Rushing off to go take your birth control. It’s a shame you don’t know that I have been swapping them out with pills that help you get pregnant. It's all a part of our future and I'm doing this for us.

I have already arranged for this to happen tonight so you can enjoy your last day of not being pregnant because this is definitely going to happen. Henry is almost through eating when you return to the kitchen and seat down next to me.

You pick up where you left off and start to eat the food that you prepared for Henry and yourself. I just can't help but notice how beautiful and breathtaking you look when you put the spoon to your lips, taking a bite out of your creation. The moan you let out when you taste it does something to me, something feral.

With each bite I watch as you lick your lips before they curve around the spoon. And it’s helpless for me to not imagine how they would feel against mine, so impossibly smooth. How velvety your tongue would feel licking up and down my- I am suddenly pulled from my thoughts as you stand to pick up a spoon henry dropped onto the floor. But just as quickly, I go back to them as I watch you bend down. I have to hold myself back from just taking you right there.

You return back to your meal. Once you've finished eating and clearing your dishes, you notice that Henry was done with his food as well. By this time, it was about 5 pm, which meant that Henery needed to be put down for a nap soon. I lift out of my chair, ready to clean him off, but you're always one step ahead of me. You order me to sit down before you take Henry to wash him off to lay him down.

You come back in about 10 minutes with a sheepish smile on your face. “He has been active all day, but I'm going to lay down a little bit. Do you want to come?” you asked me. How could I say no to a face like that? I nodded my head signally that I’ll take a nap with you as we made our way into our shared bedroom. You go to your dresser and I notice how you put on some shorts without any panties.

After you climb into bed and wait for me to join you, I take my shirt off and get into bed next to you, wrap my arms around you, bury your head in my chest, and immediately fall to sleep with light snores escaping your lips. I admire you while you sleep. How could I possibly not? I notice the way your chest rises and down. I can feel your nipples through the thin material of your shirt on my chest. I definitely can't help but notice your leg wrapped around mine. Every now and then you rub yourself against my leg and I feel myself harden under my sweatpants.

I let you sleep for at least an hour before I decide to make my move. I reach over and unlock my drawer, revealing two sets of handcuffs. I slowly push you to lay on your back. I take hold of your wrist and attach one pair to chain your wrist to the headboard before doing the same with the other. Grabbing a condom, I make sure to make as many holes I can with a tack before I turn my attention back to you.

Using my fingertips, I run them over your body as you still lay dead asleep. I pull your shorts to the side and pull my shorts off. I wrap my hands around my cock and fist it a couple of times. Collecting the precum on my fingers, I rub it onto your clit to give you some type of lubrication.

Rolling the condom onto my cock, I move in between your legs and enjoy the last few moments of your sleeping face before I move my cock inside of you slowly. You're still sleeping as I go inch by inch. I trust my hips slightly faster as I hold my groans in, not wanting to wake you up. The pleasure is way too strong right now. Even in your sleep your pussy fits around me like a tight sleeve.

You start to stir in your sleep, letting out a soft whimper. “Fuck”. That was music to my ears as I stroke faster feeling my cock twitch inside of you due to you and your damn walls clenching against me. “Fuck, y/n I could’nt resist, baby. You looked so fucking hot while you were sleeping, I couldn’t help myself,” I say as I notice you have woken up while you stare up at me, holding your moans back with your eyes glossy and mouth wide open.

“Joe, fuck” you whimpered. Your voice drives me to the edge, causing me to release along with you. The milk of my cum and it all going inside of you (little do you know). I pull out quickly, causing you to hiss at the loss of contact, and take the condom off, throwing it in the trash next to our bed. I can hear you breathing deeply as you close your eyes and process the orgasm you just had.

Once more, I slip between your legs and completely bury my cock inside of you. Your hands are raised over your head as you stare up at me, appearing as though your eyes would bulge out of your head. You are so fucking wet that I slip in and out of you quickly because of the ring of cum on my cock. “Baby your fucking me so good,” you say a little loudly. I cover your mouth with my hand as I feel you sob against it, still sensitive from your last orgasm.

Moving my hips faster, I pound into you as you cry. I can feel your tears on my palms and I see them coating your beautiful face. “Lovely, I’m about to cum again, are you with me?" I said, wanting to cum at the same time. You nod against my hand in reply. I detach my palm from your face. “Joe, make sure to pull out okay!” You say with a little desperation. “I will sweetheart don’t worry about it,” I say, knowing that I'm not. You clench around and start to shake as you start cuming on my cock. I can feel the warmth of your cum spread between us as I bottom out and cum so fucking deep inside of you.

“Baby I told you not to cum inside me!” you whine, highly upset, trying to free yourself of the handcuffs. “Calm down my sweet y/n, I have a plan b you can take.” I reassure myself knowing that the “plan b” that I’m going to give you is a sugar pill. We both put on our clothes and head out to check on Henry after I release you from the handcuffs and give you the pill. After seeing that he was okay we lay down and sleep for the rest of the night.

THE NEXT DAY

We at your friend's house and I were dressed as the flintstones as we walked around greeting everyone. You look so beautiful with your costume and carry Henry around in his I can't wait to see you pregnant walking around with Henry letting everyone know that you're mine.

After A while things started to wiehle down and we were all sitting around the couch playing games and watching movies. Until you aburty hand Henery off to one of your friends before you speed walk into the bathroom I follow you because I'm worried until I see you hunched over the toilet throwing up. I hold your hair back because I care about you and I care about us and our future together.

“Ugh I feel so horrible” you said sitting down on the bathroom floor catching your breath. “I’ll schedule a doctor's appointment tomorrow so we can see what's going on” I said as you looked up at me with a smile. “Thank you babe. What would I do without you.” you explained putting flutters in my chest.

I’m happy that you see a glimpse of what I would do for you…

Austin! Elvis post will be posted tomorrow thank you for all the love you guys have been giving my imagine. I appreciate all of you 😭🫶🏾

[mutual-monsters]

the show

Pairing: Joe Goldberg x gn!reader

TW: voyeurism, masturbation (m), not a lot else???

MINORS DNI !!! 🔞

Summary: reader comes home to find Joe jerking off, and decides to treat themselves to a show

Word count: 303

A/N: oops! somebody (not naming names, but def me) forgot to finish kinktober! guess it’s time to do it now! i’m really glad to be writing again! lmk what you guys think :)

tagging: @ouijaboardemo

You really hadn’t meant to walk in on him like this.

It’s just that, upon opening your shared apartment door, and hearing how fucking gorgeous he sounded, you couldn’t help but be drawn closer and closer to the bedroom until the doorknob was in turning in your hand, the trance of lust compelling you to turn it. 

And who would blame you for stopping to stare, with him laying there, slowly pumping his fist, a sheen of sweat glistening over his skin, and a string of whimpers cascading from his mouth?

His eyes, open slightly as he shifts position, and then all the way as he scrambles to sit up, becoming of your presence. 

“I–I can explain.” He starts. The fear on his face is palpable.

“No need.” You tell him, moving closer. “Keep going.”

“I’m– What?” His face is red, he doesn’t know if you’re kidding. He still feels like he’s done something wrong.

“You heard me. I want to watch. Can you do that for me?”

He nods, eager, and begins moving his hand again.

He’s silent for a while, before looking to you for approval. You tell him not to hold back, to pretend you aren’t there, that you want the authentic experience. He quickens his pace, and arches his back slightly, letting his mouth fall open. It isn’t long before the moans begin to escape from his lips. As he chants your name over and over, precum begins to leak from his tip. You watch as his cum spills over his hand, and you listen as his whines calm down. 

He looks to you, unsure of himself, but hopeful for praise. You smile, telling him you love him, and how beautiful he is, and finally, offering a bath for the both of you (something neither of you could deny).

[cosmicblogs]

Guys please give me request on oneshots

Masterlist ig

Steven Grant / all the moon boys

Aaron hotchner

Spencer reid

Miguel o’hara

Peter Parker (Andrew)

Hobie brown

Joe Goldberg

Ghost/ König

Frank castle

Please send me request for them.

[kaekae444]

me core!!!

(i have a problem)

[f4llen4st4r]

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ABOUT ME, ── anastasia. 9teen. multifandom. marvel. tlou. dc. writer.

➼ wips

➼ rules

⋆ Tony Stark

⋆ Joe Goldberg

⋆ Matt Murdock

⋆ Miguel O’Hara

⋆ Andy Barber

⋆ Bucky Barnes

⋆ Steve Rogers

⋆ Matty Healy

⋆ John Wick

⋆ Markiplier

⋆ Joel Miller

[sharing-with-my-gnomies]

☆ imagine ☆

Joe Goldberg X Reader

Joe finds himself thinking about things…. while his gaze is on his new colleague who is checking and distracting Henry at that moment while they are both at work.

[luvontour]

❥ . . late night talking > joe goldberg

the ending lines of your book bring you to reality, and it takes a second for your eyes to adjust to everything around you that weren’t letters on a paper.

the clock beside you reads 12:09, you got completely immersed in your book for hours, and while the warmth of your fuzzy blankets , you miss the specific warmth of the man wearing a golden band that matches yours.

you shiver at how cold the tiles have become as you make your way to the living area, where your husband’s back greets you, hunched over a screen, one of his many students’ thesis splayed across it. he’s warm to the touch, and when you wrap your arms around his frame he leans back into your chest, rubbing the skin of your forearms with his thumbs.

“did i wake you?” joe’s chin tilts up as he stares at you, waiting an answer.

“not at all” a peck to his cheek and you’re tip toeing to sit on his lap. “im kind of famished, fancy a break?”

he stares at you for a couple of seconds, his lips slowly curving up into a smile when he giggles “sure hon” it’s such an endearing sight to anyone else, the two of you clinging to each other for anything silly as grabbing your keys and slipping on some shoes before heading out.

cheeseburgers are your choice of fuel, parking in the lot right after driving through. there’s music at a low volume serving as background noise as the two of you share food, talking about anything and everything at the same time.

[daaydreamy]

yours

summary: all joe wants is y/n.

warnings: coarse language, smut, masturbation (m receiving)

pairing: joe goldberg x fem!reader

•••

They were hers.

He took them from one of her drawers and now he couldn’t handle himself. His eyes were shut tightly as he laid on his bed, her panties wrapped around his cock as he touched himself to the filthiest thoughts he could think of and they were all about her. It was hard not to think about her, and the thought of her wearing that pair of panties in his hand was driving him crazy. He just couldn’t stop picturing her in them, sitting pretty for him to run his hands all over.

“I missed you.” Y/N murmured, smiling a little as she pressed a kiss to Joe’s lips. He sighed into her mouth, practically melting against her once he finally got his hands on her after waiting so patiently for the time to pass by. He squeezed her sides softly, running the tips of his fingers along her skin up and down.

“Missed you too.” He said softly, pulling away to start kissing her neck, darting his tongue out to lick over her skin a little, making her shiver. “So much.”

“Yeah? Bet you did.” She laughed softly.

“God.” He gasped out, tightening his hand around himself a little more. He threw his head back a bit, pushing it against his pillow, gasping and moaning to himself. He’d mumble her name and curse ever so often, getting lost in his thoughts. He just wanted to touch her, to feel her skin against his, to listen to her moan the sounds he’d make her let out, to watch her moan and whine.

God, he was being too noisy, he realized, and covered his mouth with his free hand. He opened his eyes for a second and glanced down at himself, feeling his face burn and more pictures appear beneath his eyelids. He was just so desperate for her at that point, willing to do anything just to have her.

He was going to make her his, and make him hers.

[gg-s-world]

should I start writing y’all..? If so send requests!

[lanawinterscigarettes]

I sooooo wanna write for Joe Goldberg- I'm watching You on Netflix and he is so fine-

[mutual-monsters]

implications

Pairing: Roommate!Joe x M!Reader (agab not specified)

TW: dubcon, dark-ish/yandere themes, stalking, possessiveness, mention of masturbation (m), p in ✨ambiguous genital✨, creampie, slight praise, Joe is a major creeper

MINORS DNI !!! 🔞

Word count: 777

A/N: A combination of two asks–

“Hi, happy Valentine’s Day! I hope you enjoy it.

If you’d like, I’d love some Joe Goldberg smut, but only if you’re comfortable with writing it, of course. Honestly any plot I’ll love, but here’s a prompt if you’d like:

M!Reader catches Joe in their house, and confronts him. Joe tries to play it off, but reader doesn’t buy it. Something along the lines of “if you want me just say it” happens and, well, one thing leads to another.”

and 

“I am dying for a smutty Joe Goldberg x reader fanfic, maybe where they've been friends for a long time and finally Joe gets what they both want? Thanks 🙂”

It was just supposed to be a quick trip– in and out and never seen, never heard. He just wanted to break in look around for a while and maybe take a few things make sure you were safe. It was so simplistic; be in, be around, and be out before you were back from work.

Only, he hadn’t factored in the possibility of you coming home early. 

He had already looked through the dresser and under the bed when your car pulled into the driveway, but was too preoccupied with your laundry bin to hear the faint but audible click as the deadbolt unlocked. And, consequently, he was too busy shoving a pair of underwear into his bag to hear the sound of your feet padding gently down the carpeted hall, into your room and–

“Joe?” You ask, staring in amazement at your roommate as he rifles through your things, “What the fuck are you doing in my room?”

He stops, questioning if this is real, and then briefly berating himself before turning to you with a, “It’s not what it looks like.”

“Oh, no? Then, what is it? Because it looks like you’re stealing my boxers.”

This wasn’t the first time you had caught him in here, just the first time you’d confronted him about it. You had known he had been breaking into your room, and you had definitely noticed the missing underwear, but never did you actually think you’d see him in action.

“No, no, no, no! I swear, I just– I lost a pair in the wash and I came in here to see if maybe one of mine got mixed in with yours…” He trails off.

“Joe,” You start, closing the gap between your bodies as you speak, “It’s not that I don’t understand why you would do all of this, but if you honestly wanted me, you could’ve just said something.”

He doesn’t know how to respond, still in a state of fight or flight. A long pause. You speak up again.

“These walls aren’t as thick as you think, Joe.  I know you think of me when you fuck yourself.” A beat. “And I know you do it every night.”

His face, flushed red now, burns under the scrutiny of your words. Your eyes crawl over him, waiting for him to respond.

“I know you moan to my name to yourself when you think you’re being quiet.”

“I have not by any means meant to–”

“Do you have the blue ones? With the ducks? They went missing about two weeks ago and I’d really love to have them ba–”

His lips crash into yours, too preoccupied with the concept of finally touching, holding, possessing to care about formalities. 

His hands move to fumble with your jeans, pulling them off, pushing you toward the bed. His pants, too, now, drop to the floor as you pull off your shirt, him following suit. He looks you over, fully acquainting himself with your naked form, gathering the words to say, before finally, “You are everything.”

A slight chuckle from your lips, “Maybe to you.”

“Are you sure you want this?” Parts of him still don’t believe that this could possibly be real.

“Of course.”

He pushes himself inside you, basking in the feeling, the texture of your skin, your smell. He waits a moment, lost in the feeling, before bringing himself back, compelled by your request for him to move.

He’s slow at first, acclimating to feeling. His eyes search for yours, with pupils blown out and full of adoration. He is in more than love, more than obsession, morethananywordintheEnglishlanguage and he needs you to know.

As he picks up the pace, his lips rush to your neck, desperate to mark you, to make you his, and then to your ear whispering, begging for you. 

“Tell me you love me.”

You can barely get a word in before he speaks again.

“You don’t have to mean it, just– please.”

You don’t think, you just say it. 

“I love you, Joe.”

This sets him ablaze, igniting a feral side of him.

“Again.” He demands.

And you do. “I love you”.

It’s enough for him to come undone, coating the inside of you with himself, claiming you, he tells himself. He stays in the moment, bringing you to your own edge, and then absorbing the feeling entirely. 

He thinks, to himself, while still inside you, of what he’s just done, of what you’ve just done, 

of the implications. 

He looks down at you, again into your eyes, infatuated, and says, holding back a smartass grin– “I suppose I could give you those boxers back.”

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New Fanfic Alert!!! In The Box (Joe Goldberg x Reader)

Description: You are rushing about your morning, and things just seem to not be going your way. Things get worse when you run into a man at the coffee shop, spilling your freshly brewed coffee all over him. He tells you not to worry about it when you offer to pay for his dry cleaning. It isn't until later that you realise you will be paying for that spill in more ways than one.

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