#joe x reader smut
warnings:18+,explicit smut, afab!reader x soft dom!joe
notes:just a brainrot/blurb for joe’s bday! it was yesterday, but it’s technically his birth month so
soft dom joe who will lay on top of you and rest most of his body weight against you, essentially trapping you from moving while he slowly rocks into you. his cock is thick and so veiny, he wants you to feel every ridge. loves how you squeeze him in, walls soppy and puffy, every time he pulls his cock back.
and the slow drag of joe’s engorged cock drives you nuts.when you mewl and squirm, attempting to jog your hips against joe’s to quicken the pace, he lays more of his body weight on top of you, rendering you immobile. joe chuckles when you whine and slam your fists against his shoulder, kissing you with an obnoxiously loud smackagainst your ear.
“patience, baby, lemme take care of you” joe murmurs, breath hot against the shell of your ear.
and if you act up again, joe slows his pace down even further. “behave”, he warns gently. and before you can groan in frustration, he gives a firm, upward thrust and your body goes limp.
when joe finally does let you cum, he murmurs encouragements of “m’ right here baby, i have ya” as you sob and tremble against him. peppers kisses all over your face, neck, chest, shoulders—everywhere. shushes every whimper with a kiss against your lips and smooths your sweaty hair back.
and the aftercare is—
this man won’t let you move an inch. joe showers w/ you—he has a separate lavender body wash and wash cloth just for you. holds you from behind and lathers the soap all over torso, placing kisses at the side of your neck while you try not to fall asleep. he loves the feeling of your breasts, sudsy and slippery, in his palms. he lets you know too! laughs when you sleepily mumble, “thank you”, back to him.
afterwards, he dresses you in one of his old t-shirts and half carries you to bed. you’re out almost immediately, gently breathing against his bare chest while he cradles you against him. he watches you fondly as you sleep, curled against his chest. now and then, he’ll smooth his hand down your back and it’ll jolt you out of your sleep a bit. joe apologizes, biting back a laugh when you give a sleepy sigh, letting your eyes fall close again.
joe be my husband
notes:cancer men are elite. send tweet.
