#joe goldberg x reader

[sofiskin]

submissive!joe who quits his job, abandons his responsibilities so he can keep his eye on you, making sure you're constantly in his view, never leaving his sight.

submissive!joe who waits for you. waits for you to bump into him at a bar, at an event, no… at a restaurant. you meet in the most perfect way, both stood up on blind dates, finding a way to save the night through each other, through shared laughter, long looks and an even longer night.

submissive!joe who buys new panties to replace the ones he steals, keeping them hidden but not too hidden, knowing that if you find them you'll only want him more.

submissive!joe who's a hardcore munch. he's gone hours without unlatching himself from you. from your warm core, using his energy only to pleasure you, to keep you happy, satisfied.

submissive!joe who buys you a new phone, stashing your old one to live through you, to make sure you’re being good. he only wants you to be safe.

— im new to writing ! plz be kind ˖⋆࿐໋

[monsterswithimagines]

Undisclosed Desires masterlist

Summary: Twenty minutes before he would have met Guinevere Beck, Joe meets you instead. You intruige him, but it will soon become clear that there is something off about you.

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6 - Part 7 - Part 8 - Part 9 - Part 10 - Part 11 - Part 12 - Part 13 - Part 14 - Part 15 - Part 16 - Part 17 - Part 18 - Part 19 - Part 20 - Part 21 - Part 22 - Part 23 - Part 24 - Part 25 - Part 26 - Part 27 - Part 28 - Part 29 - Part 30 - Part 31 - Part 32 - Part 33 - Part 34 - Part 35 - Epilogue

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[have-you-seen-my-sanity]

Heeey! Would you write possessive yandere Joe Goldberg smut? Joe captures reader and puts her in his cage. After some time she starts to develop feelings for him. You know...the good ol' Stockholm syndrome😏and they end up having sex in the cage like in the show

No pressure ofc 🥰

Hiii! :D

I've got this😈

YOU are my everything

YOU masterlist

Yandere!Joe Goldberg x fem!reader

Cw/triggers: Joe Goldberg is his own warning, nsfw, kidnapping, captive reader, smut, p in v sex, impression of stalking, Stockholm syndrome.

There you are, so innocent, walking home and giving me the pleasure to watch you while you do it.

Ever since Joe bumped into you at some random store he became infatuated with you. Your eyes, lips, how friendly you were to him, everything!

I don't even know if I was lucky enough to stumble upon you or if you are lucky that it was me. But I'd like to think both.

Joe adjusted his cap and moved to stand at a tree opposite from your window where he could get a look inside just nicely.

He has broken into many homes by now and yours were no different, so he watched the place carefully. Joe returned later when it was rather late and he figured out you must have been asleep already.

Joe was careful and mindful, moving slowly before efficiently sedating you and gently carrying you out to Mooney's without raising suspicion.

After you've been placed into the cage and securily locked up Joe walked back upstairs to get some things done.

It was a few minutes later when you woke up drowsily and confused. Immediately you felt lightheadedness come over you and your head ached a bit. You looked around, feeling panic rise up as you realized you were in a cage. You stood up slowly, trying the door but it wad locked. Screaming wasn't smart because your kidnapper might hear you and instead you kicked the strong glas but it held strong.

"What sick asshole puts people inside cages like animals?" You thought to yourself.

Then a key getting inserted into a lock could be heard before the lights have been turned on and slow steps descented to the room you are in.

The person came into view, with a bag in his hand and you looked puzzled while he just looked back at you with a small but persistent smile.

"I brought you something." He started, moving closer to the small movable plate next to the door and placed the bag on for you to take.

"Who the fuck are you?" You ask.

Joe stepped back while you eyed the bag with suspicion. "Don't you remember me? I was the guy you bumped into couple days ago. I'm Joe."

Joe. You remember him, he helped you with the groceries which had falled on the ground and apologized sincerely. He seemed kind.

You frowned. "And why the hell did you lock me into this?"

He moved closer once more. "Because I felt something between us, don't you too?"

You shook your head. "No! You're just a guy I bumped into, a stranger!"

Joe's gaze darkened. "Just a stranger? A stranger surely wouldn't do all the things I would do for you."

You let out a half nervous half frustrated laugh. "Are you serious?"

Fuck, you're so hot when you're angry.

"Yes." He nodded. "There is nothing I wouldn't do for you. For us." Then be gestured to the bag he gave you. "There's a sandwich, water and some painkillers."

"Why am I here?" You ask.

Joe simply smiled. "Because I love you. I would do anything for you."

"You should think about us." Were his last words before he made his way back upstairs.

How the hell did that happen? What did you do that this Joe is so in love with you? You carefully opened the bag and grabbed the bottle of water for some freshness.

You tried getting some rest on the makeshift bed but it wad hard with all the things going on but eventually you fell asleep. The next day you woke up to the surprise of Joe sitting outside the cage, watching you sleep.

"Were you watching me sleep?"

Oh yes

Joe slowly stood up. "Yes," he moved closer now standing infront of the door, "did you think about us?"

You frowned at him. "No, I-..." you didn't finish the sentance and looked down on the ground.

"Think about all the ways your life will be so much easier with me in it." Joe started softly. "All the ways I would love you, spoil you or care for you." Then he placed his palm flat on the glas, seemingly waiting for your hand to do the same. "Please." He pleaded quietly.

Your emotions are going nuts inside you, frustration, fear and even pity?

You slowly walked towards him and placed his hand right where his was. Joe's gaze was fixed on yours.

"Will you let me love you?"

Something inside you couldn't bring it on to say no, something made you want to say yes, be loved by the man who brought you here.

"Yes." You whispered.

As soon as Joe heard you he reached into his pocket, getting the key out and opened the door. With every step inside, you took one back, unsure what will happen now until your back met with the glas behind you and he stood right infront of you.

Joe placed a hand beside your head. "Don't be scared." Then he moved closer, nearly pressing his body against yours and leaned in. You didn't pull away, instead when his lips met yours you leaned into his touch, his other hand moved to your hip as he kissed you.

You felt him grind against you, the outline of his hard cock met your core, making wetness pool inside your panties.

When you pressed yourself against him, Joe quickly moved to undress you and helped you lay down on the cool floor.

"Are you ready?" He whispered huskily.

At your nod, Joe spared no time in pulling your panties off and fishing his hard cock out of his boxers. He positioned himself between your legs and brought his cock up to your wet pussy.

"Tell me you're mine." He demanded softly, pressing the tip of his cock inside you making you gasp.

"I-I'm yours.." You gasped when he pushed deeper, slowly until he bottomed out.

Joe set a slow pace, he felt you getting wetter with each thrust and he couldn't help but groan. "Fuck."

Your head fell back as you arched into him, his thrusts getting harder.

"Do you belong to me?" He asked suddenly and you felt his cock hitting you just right, causing you to become cockdrunk. You could only moan in response but Joe leaned in and asked again, "Do you. Belong to me?"

"Yes, yes!" You mewled, wrapping your legs around him, feeling your peak getting closer and closer.

"That's my good, perfect girl." Joe cooed, pounding into you faster, feeling his orgasm approach aswell.

"Joe I'm about to cum!" You warned breathlessly. Joe looked st you with a small grin, "Then cum for me as I cum for you."

And just like that, your pussy clenched around Joe's invading cock and gushed your juices all over him.

"That's my girl." Joe groaned, thrusting into you one last time with a loud groan before spilling his hot cum into you.

Joe collapsed onto you, breathless and pulled out and rolling off beside you. He turned to look at you lovingly, and brushed a bead of sweat off your brow.

"Will you let me love you?"

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[hrtvues]

i'm cuming.

[clouddyyneptune]

Waiting for Now

joe comes home to you asleep, and he learns that he needs to do a better job of coming home on time.

warnings: implied intercourse, cunnilingus, joe being joe, petnames, and somnophilia.

disclaimer: i do not support joe goldberg’s actions, nor do i defend him. this is set in a time where joe never goes insane, and events of season 5 never happen.

18+ minors dni!

Joe who will come home to you being fast asleep underneath the covers of the bed you and him both share, the straps of your tank top slipping off your shoulders as the moonlight highlights your smooth skin. Your on your side, hair pushed behind your neck as your arms curl around yourself as you lay fast asleep. You look so beautiful asleep that it stuns Joe before he begins to unbutton his shirt and set it gently down on the bed beside you.

Joe who will have no time to think before he curses himself for being home so late. How could he miss falling asleep with you in his arms? Not to mention sharing a few kisses with you before bed? He’s beyond disappointed with himself. While he has been working on opening back up Mooney’s, his priorities have been scattered. He has forgotten that you were the one to encourage him to reopen the place where his love for you was first exposed.

Joe who has no self control before he slips down onto the plush mattress and under the covers where you lay, his movements slow and mindful as he finds his favorite place, right next to you.

Joe who takes his time basking in your beauty before slowly pressing his back to you, letting you stir as you become aware of his presence. His cologne fills the air as you melt into his touch, all while he calms you and places a soft and warm kiss on the back of your shoulder.

“..Joe? What time is it?” You ask, eyes still closed shut as you adjust to the warmth that is Joe pressed against you.

Joe who presses another kiss to your shoulder, more chaste as he is quick to shush you in response, “Shh, baby… go back to sleep okay?” His warmth is enough to have you teetering back on the edge of dreaming, and you know even if you wanted to it would be hard to keep yourself awake any longer. “I’m right here.”

Joe who slips his arm around your waist, fingers grazing along your exposed skin before he pulls you even closer against him, as though it’s been ages since he’s felt you.

Joe who sighs at himself internally, knowing he shouldn’t be craving you as badly right now, even while you’re fast asleep. He knows you need your sleep, he knows you’re crabby without a good nights rest, but a part of him can’t help but think about the two of you tangled up together as you love each other in the moonlight.

Joe who thinks about waking you again with his mouth, but this time between your thighs. His eyes focused on your moon-kissed face as you stir in your sleep, your nipples peeking through your tank top. He is gentle, gentle enough to not startle you awake, but guide you into becoming aware enough of what’s going on.

Joe who takes his time before you wake up and gasp, followed by a moan as you grasp at him, for anything, looking for support. You look for him to hold you as he takes care of you through the building desire growing in your gut.

But, there’s also a Joe who knows when there’s the right time for such things, and he has to set aside the thoughts of you cumming on his tongue for another day. Right now, the warmth of your body pressed to his as you sleep is enough to sustain him, and he relaxes into you, falling asleep with his head buried between your shoulder blade and neck.

Joe who from then on, never comes home late again.

[jupitersammich]

Fragile

Joe Goldberg x Reader

Hurt/Comfort, Angst,

Warnings: Blood, injury, obsessive behavior, light swearing

Wordcount: ~1.2k ish

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Joe hadn’t answered your last text.

The man is scarily fast with his responses, never leaving your messages unanswered for long. You’ve always thrived off the constant back and forth, but somewhere along the way, it stopped feeling casual. It became a dependency. On him.

You climb the stairs to his apartment, a growing pit hollowing out your stomach. Every step feels heavier, your mind conjuring the worst: Did he lose his phone? Did something happen? Did someone do something?

You try to reason with yourself. You’re not overbearing. Not crazy. Just checking in, just ca—

You stop.

The door is slightly ajar.

That’s when you see it.

Him.

On the floor.

There’s blood smeared across his face, leaking from his nose and staining the floor beside him. His beautiful face is bruised and swollen, blackened and bloodied, freshly done.

You rush to him, dropping to your knees.

“Oh my god, Joe”

Your hands hover, unsure where to touch, afraid even your fingertips might hurt him. “Baby… hey. I’m here. I’m right here.” Your voice is shaking. So are you.

He groans softly, trying to wake. His eyelids flutter open and the second he hears you, something shifts.

Relief floods his face.

Even like this, he reaches for you.

His hands tremble, weak fingers brushing your arms, as if to calm you down. As if, in all this pain, you are what he’s worried about. Of course he is. He always is.

Your heart aches, splitting in your chest as you gently hold his hand and press a kiss to his temple.

He exhales shakily, a faint, sleepy smile twitching at the corners of his split lip.

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You guide him slowly, carefully, ignoring your own trembling as you clean him up in the bathroom. His grip never leaves your waist, holding onto your side like he’ll float away if he lets go. Like you’re the only thing keeping him here.

The cut on his lip is deep. His ribs might be bruised. He insists he’s fine - insists on not going to the hospital.

“For Paco,” he whispers.

“Can’t risk it. Not now.”

All you can muster up is a shaky nod, eyes welling at the sight of him like this. You don’t fight him. You can’t. Not when he looks at you like that.

Like you’re the only person left in the world who matters. His own heart hurts for putting you in distress, gently rubbing circles on the skin of your waist as an attempt to comfort you, if he had more strength he’d be kissing you all over.

He hates that he loves this. He’s always prided himself on being your protector, the one at your service, now being on the receiving end is making his heart pound against his chest.

He’s perched on the edge of the bathtub, clinging to you like he needs your touch to stay conscious. When you finish tending to the last wound, he lets his forehead fall gently against your stomach, seeking more of you.

Your fingers instinctively caress the back of his head, his arms circle your waist, holding you like something fragile, something sacred.

And for once… he doesn’t say a word. But you know.

You feel it in the way his body melts into yours, the way his breath slows down as you thread your fingers through his hair.

He needs you.

He always has.

You help him to his feet, letting him lean into you completely. Every step toward his bedroom is slow, heavy. he’s not just injured, he’s exhausted.

The way he clings to you…It’s not just because he’s weak. It’s because he needs you.

You lower him onto the bed with care, brushing his messy curls from his forehead. He winces as his back hits the mattress, but his eyes stay on you, never once drifting away.

“You’re staying,” he murmurs. It’s not a question. It’s a plea. Your chest tightens. “Of course I’m staying.” Pressing a careful kiss on his wounded lips

He exhales, the tension bleeding out of him like he’d been holding his breath until you said it.

You help him out of his shirt, putting it in his laundry basket to deal with the blood later. He watches your every move like he can’t believe you’re real. Like you’re a dream he’s terrified of waking up from.

You take off your jeans and slide in beside him, curling close as you gently pull the blanket over both of you. His arm immediately loops around your waist, drawing you in until your head is on his chest.

His heartbeat is fast at first - fluttering, anxious.

But as your fingers trace soft shapes over his ribs, it slows. Calms.

“You saved me,” he whispers into your hair. You don’t answer, you just hold him tighter.

“I knew you would. I knew you’d come.”

He says it like he counted on it. Like he knew no matter what happened, you’d show up for him. Because you always do.

His lips brush your temple. Barely there. Gentle. Worshipful.

“I love you,” he whispers.

You think he’s already asleep, but then his fingers press slightly into your side, just enough to keep you close.

“You don’t have to say it back. I just… I need you to know.”

You look up at him. Bruised, bloodied, and still so heartbreakingly beautiful.

“I love you too,” you whisper. Fingers now tracing the untainted skin on his face.

His heart skips, this is the moment he’s been working towards for months. For you to love him. To be his entirely.

His hand slides to the side of your neck, gently pulling you into a slow and loving kiss. His pain dulls as he gets lost in you. The knowledge you love him an opium he’s already addicted to.

He pulls back, gently caressing your cheek with an intense gaze that makes you melt and kissing your nose and forehead, making you giggle even in the most heavy situation.

He’s found what he’s been looking for.

In You.

(This is my first ever fic, apologises if it’s not the best. Feedback is appreciated and thank you for reading!! I’ve just uploaded another Joe fic too)

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[actually-mentally-ill]

[clarin0]

Vamp!Joe Goldberg, now playing: Glory Box (live)- Portishead

3: 26 AM.

She was a light sleeper, Joe knew. So, he was carefully when he opened the stupidly loose window of her bedroom, I mean, wasn’t there regulation on this? Not even a lock. There she was, lying in her plush bed, with her duvet halfway on the floor as a result for her constantly moving around while she slept.

Joe walked carefully, over to her bed and kneeled beside it. He gently stroked her cheek with his pale, cold fingers. She sound of her pulse filled his ear, he was so hungry his teeth ached. Gently, with carefully hands behind her shoulders, he lifted her up in a seated position. Her head lolled back and she was slack and asleep, thick locks falling from the shoulder down her back.

With a trembling, strained form, he rested his face into her chest. When she stirred from sleep, he only held on tighter. His breaths coming out in little pants. “I’m sorry- m’ so sorry.” He murmured, slightly lifting his head up and locking his deep brown eyes with hers. “What.?-“ before much else could be said, his sharp teeth sunk into her slender neck and her eyes rolled into the back of her head as strained gasps left her parted lips.

It was gluttonous, drinking more than he should. Lapping at whatever blood escaped the two puncture wounds in her neck. Holding her close while whimpering into her neck, nose pressing into her skin as he desperately tried to press closer.

He only stopped when he knew your body couldn’t take loosing more blood, he carefully laid you back against your pillow and stroked your cheek. “M’ so sorry, you did so good for me.” he murmured, staring at her shut eyes and soft features. “Forgive me..I’m selfish, and cruel.” His eyes shut to stop the tears as filled his deep brown eyes and yet the warm, salty tears dripped down his pale cheeks.

He laid his head to her stomach, whimpering apologies that fell on unconscious ears. “I love you, you burn in my soul as if you are that very, undead heart that beats in my chest. You have dug your fingers between every fold in my brain, every loving memory I have is a mosaic of you. I only want you, in your entirety, for the rest of my immortal existence. You haunt every breeze that blows past— I cannot live without you.”

Just a little vampire nibble for my babies.

[samcvrpenters]

word count:  1.3k+

pairing:  joe goldberg x fem! reader

summary:  you always knew joe was different to anyone you previously dated, and you didn’t really care in the way that it was. 

warnings:  obsession, stalking, stealing, violence, mentions of murder, mentions of sexual content, you’re a little insane too but not in the way he is

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joe was always the type of person who showed his love. at least, to you. 

he probably expressed all of the love languages that you could think of. he would have aspects of every single one during your relationship. if you looked up what they were, it would basically be describing him in the website.

physical touch was used often, whether it was an arm around your body or that slight squeeze of your hip. whether it was the fact that he would pull himself closer to you in the middle of the night, face nuzzling into the crook of your neck and letting his lips glide along your skin.

words of affection? they were constant. repeated again and again. over and over. you could never get enough of his constant praise or those sweet nothings into your ear. 

spending time with you, gift giving and acts of service were the same. all used frequently. maybe not buying you gifts too often, but he often allowed you to take a book from the bookstore he managed with no repercussions. 

how could he not? those puppy eyes when you walked into the store with the hardcover book in your hands made him weak in the knees. 

he would do anything for you.

so maybe it wasn’t a surprise that violence was also one of his love languages. maybe it wasn’t a surprise that stalking you was one of his love languages? maybe it wasn’t a surprise that he had took things from your apartment. 

the way you would leave your apartment and he would be torn between following you to make sure you were safe or looking around your apartment to make sure you would be safe there.

he was down bad.

he had already pulled himself to forget about candace and how he had buried her alive. he can still remember the chase now— the way he pulled her into the dirt and made sure that she was covered with all of that soil.

he would often keep himself in your apartment.

maybe he would keep himself hidden behind one of the big curtains, or under the bed, or in your wardrobe (even though that was a risky option), and he would be able to watch you do your daily chores and then step out and watch as you would sleep. you were always so comfortable in bed.

he had to restrain himself from reaching out and pulling back that strand of hair that had fallen over your face, wanting to see the shape of your face and that beautiful skin.

you would pull yourself up to the headboard in the morning, letting out a yawn and pulling the pillows lazily over your body.

you didn’t know he was there.

until he got a little lazy. a little impatient with his actions because he simply wanted to be with you.

you would leave for work, sending him a quick morning text (something that made him love you so much— you had just woken up and the first thing you had done was shot him a text! how lucky was he??), and he would follow you.

but he had forgotten his signature cap one day, and whilst you were waiting for your daily drink at a refreshments stand, you had took a glance around the area and had seen him.

he wasn’t sure if you had actually spotted him though, as he had turned around and wouldn’t be that recognisable from the back.

but you did.

of course you did.

but for some reason, you simply couldn’t find yourself caring. you went home that night, sweet as a piece of candy from one of the best shops, and had found yourself with him.

he can still remember the way you let your hands dance around on his shoulders, fingers gliding along his clothes until moving to the buttons of his shirt, slowly pulling them undone. it was the way you pulled it off, teeth biting down on your lower lip— but not before your tongue wet it.

it was the way your mouth had attached to the side of his neck, hands grasping at that white t-shirt he wore underneath and scrunching it up in your hands, lips pulling against his skin and barely letting your teeth scrape against the flesh. he couldn’t stand it. he remembered wanting more. he remembered wanting you. 

he remembered the way he reciprocated those feelings, his lips moving against your own skin and pushing his thumb in your mouth, desperate for some of your saliva even though you had just been kissing at his skin. he remembered those soft sounds you made. he remembered everything. 

it was the way he pushed you back into the bed and let you show you how much you loved him. he showed you how much he loved you too.

yet you were so unsure of why you were still so attracted to him— even after finding out he had been stalking you.

you didn’t know how long for.

maybe you didn’t want to know how long he had been following you for. 

but everything was perfectly fine with the two of you— and it had been for days after. you never mentioned the fact you saw him a few days before, and he never asked you about it.

why would he?

that would simply reveal his guilt. and in his mind, he wasn’t guilty of anything. he was just looking after you, like any good boyfriend would.

but then you found it.

you found the thing that you weren’t meant to find. but did you truly care? no. you didn’t.

the ceiling was slightly askew, tile in the bathroom slanted. and after looking up to search for any cobwebs one day, you had noticed the way that it was a little different.

it was only a cardboard box (and possibly a shoe box) but it was so much more valuable because of what was inside of it.

in a way, it was lucky for you. you had just found everything that had mysteriously gone missing from your apartment: lip balm, lingerie, jewellery. there was even a used sanitary product in there.

your face screwed up, but it wasn’t necessarily in disgust. you were glad that he cared this much about you to put this much effort into having a part of you close to him at all times. so what if it was a little creepy? it was so loving.

he knew that you knew. 

of course he did. the tile wasn’t put back in its rightful place (even though it wasn’t necessarily done the best before), and the items within it weren’t in the right places. 

he was absolutely shocked when you didn’t say a thing about it though and just went on with life as you usually did with him.

he was starting to think about whether you actually had discovered it or whether there was something wrong with his memory.

were you scheming? were you acting nonchalant and that’d be your way out?

he honestly wasn’t sure.

but the way you wrapped your arms around him as you pressed your lips against his forehead with nothing but love in your eyes? that showed that you still cared about him, didn’t it?

he was so uncertain about what to believe.

but he wouldn’t confront you about it�� no. he would wait for you to say something about it.

but for now?

it seemed like you were as affectionate as ever. so perhaps you didn’t care about his strange habits. and perhaps that was the way to go. 

[justalekseevna]

Just girly urge to read fanfics and posts that will make you cry, get angry, bite your pillow from cringe but you can't tear yourself away from them because you get more emotions from it than from fluff posts without any emotional roller coaster...

[sofiskin]

joe fucks you how you like it. literally. if you’ve had a rough day, trust and believe he will be there to rail that stress out of your body. even since you first started dating, he’s been able to read you expertly, can tell when you’re not feeling it.. or, reversely, can feel it in your body, hear it in your moans, see it in your eyes when you’re juuuuuust teetering on that edge. uses it to his advantage. you feel hungry with joe. like you never have before. he fucks you like he’s in debt to your body. joe has and will always be there for you to support you, he’ll take overtime on pleasing you, leaving himself untouched. hell, he comes from eating you out. he only wants to keep you satisfied. he loves you, after all.

[flow33didontsmoke]

when y/n does something so bad/embarrassing you have to facepalm and close your eyes for a minute

[winnysplayground]

“he’s so babygirl”

babe he just killed somebody.

[lanae111]

When he’s a red flag but you need him

[hrtvues]

GUYS HEAR ME TF OUT. Joe Goldberg as a professor and Reader is his student. She walks into class wearing a mini skirt and white lace thigh-highs, fully intending to tease him, unbuttoning her shirt slowly, touching her thighs, knowing exactly what she’s doing. But what she didn’t fully plan for, was how hard it would be to keep her composure with an egg-shaped vibrator inside her. Joe calls her to the front of the class to talk about the book, pretending not to notice her squirming. But he knows. And once class ends, he finally gives her the punishment she didn’t realize she was actually asking for.

[snowvies]

Mr. Badgley

Penn Badgley x Fem!Reader

summary: you can't stop thinking about your married piano teacher, Mr. Badgley. and one day he slides under the instrument to show you how much he's been thinking about you too.

wc: 1k

cw: age gap (reader 19, Penn late thirties), cheating, piano teacher x student, pussy eating, fingering, female masturbation

Sundays are your favorite days, especially ones like this when the clouds hang low with a murky swirl in the sky. You're nineteen, and college is kicking your ass but you promised yourself you wouldn't think about the papers due when you're here, at Mr. Badgley's house.

You found his ad on craigslist, piano lessons..fifty bucks an hour you would've scrolled past it until you saw him, and his family. You felt safer in a random man's house when his wife and newborn baby were in the same room with you. So you started going there, ever since your freshman year.

Your raggedy car rolllsss to stop and you get out to see the lonely house, picked apart to be perfect, not a single thing out of place... except yourself.

His wife answers the door a few minutes after knocking, the cold biting your bare legs as you run in for warmth, completely missing her scowl at your lack of kicking the mat with your dirty boots.

Mr. Badgley offers you a warm smile, hair combed perfectly, sweater ironed and pants straight like every weekend. His eyes always look a little empty when you come. His wife jingles her keys around her finger as she readjusts the baby on her hip

"I'm going out, be done when I'm home" the same line. Every week. You smile her way but she doesn't pay mind to it, leaving you and her husband to play. you turn to Mr. Badgley but he's already walking to the connecting living room of the tiny house, sitting on the worn bench as he slides the fallboard up.

You sit next to him as he wears an excited smile, when he's like this, playing with you, it doesn't seem orchestrated by his wife. Every move he makes is analyzed by her, except this. The only reason he's allowed to do this is because they needed the extra money.

"Let's start where we left off last week, yes?" he asked and you nodded, you inhaled the mixture of musk and old books that surrounded the pianist as he began the background cords. his eyes are on you, they shine as his spine relaxes into the music and you begin your part. fingers dancing over keys as you try to remember the pattern

Your eyes squeezed shut once you messed the keys up. He smiles softly and lets a laugh out of his nose at your reaction

"Like this," his larger palm rests on top of yours as he guides your fingers, you nod and try again.

Soon enough an hour passes and you both rise from the bench and you dig into your purse for the fifty bucks you crumpled into it this morning, but, warm hands slide on top of your shoulder and the older man shakes his head.

"No need" he grins and tries to send you off but you insist, grabbing the money but he pushes you out the door.

"I will not have you pay for something that I enjoy just as much, Y/n, have a lovely week" The door softly shuts and you're left stunned.

.

You roll around your dorm bed, restless as the man's words keep ringing in your head. Why didn't he let you pay?

Maybe you're being dramatic. But it isn't like the Badgleys are set either.

You shut your eyes in a huff, suffocating yourself in the pillow under you as you replay the keys in an attempt to lull you asleep

But it isn't just the keys you're thinking about...

It's how his hand guided yours, it's how he looked at you when it was your part to play, it's his scent, it's his being. It's driving you mad.

You arch your back slowly, fingers sliding down your body until you get to your aching core. slick-filled fingers rubbing yourself at the thought of your teacher's hands touching you, grabbing you, loving you.

You moan into the pillow, legs shaking as you cream around your fingers, the thought of him drives you wild.

So just how will you act the next time you see him?

.

Before you know it, it's Sunday and you're back at the Badgleys, with his wife announcing her departure and the formal greetings of you and your teacher, you're back at that bench, side by side.

He starts the cords, and you follow trying to calm your shaking legs as you think about what fueled you that night. You couldn't even look him in the eyes this session.

His hand softly squeezes your bare thigh and you look back at the man.

"You're completely off" he informs you and you don't think your face could get redder.

"I-I'm so sorry...let's try again" you panic but his thumb rubs loving circles on your flesh.

"You usually think the world ends when you mess up, but you kept playing this time, you're mind is somewhere else Ms. Y/n."

"Sorry Mr. Badgley" you murmur

"Talk to me, get it off your chest so we can get back to playing" he smiles and you nod slowly

"...Why didn't you let me pay last time?" you ask, he stops for a moment as the hand on your thigh now rests on his face as he thinks for a moment.

"I just feel like, something so pleasurable shouldn't be bought," he says above a whisper and you feel your entire face glow, and he must have noticed with how he laughs.

"Not those pleasures, Ms. Y/n" he smiles and you don't think you've ever been so embarrassed. But when his laughter stops, his eyes swirl softly into something darker, in that moment you feel exposed to every thought as he eyes you.

He stands, hands finding your shoulders

"Keep playing"

You take a shaky breath as your thighs begin to shake once more, fingers finding the keys as you start the song

"Good," he whispers, his scents overwhelming you now as you feel almost dizzy while playing, you barely notice how he slips under the piano.

"Mr. Badgley, what are you doing?" you gasp as his dark brown eyes gaze up at you

"Keep.playing" he says sternly, and with a swallow, you keep going

He kisses your knees and you feel yourself sticking to your panties as he spreads them apart.

He has a wife. He has a kid. What are you doing?

"You're doing great" he huffs, kissing your thighs, you squeeze your eyes shut for a moment as his fingers dance up to your panties.

He pulls them down slowly, your wetness sticking to the fabric before they are lost in his pockets

Your bare pussy is in front of your teacher's face as he rubs up and down your thighs taking a shaky breath in

You slam the keys as his tongue licks up your pussy, he moans into you before forcing you to scoot closer into his face, his hands wrapping around your ass as he slurps and moans at your cunt.

"Mr.- fuck" you cry, hands climbing to try and stop your moans as your hips buck up to hump his face

"You taste so so good" he groans, making out with your pussy as he sucks at your clit just to tongue fuck your hole

Hot tears flow down your face as he stares up at you, watching you come undone for him.

You shake around him, orgasm approaching closer with every lick, he sucks on your slit before adding a long finger to your hole. You throw your head back as he fingers you, flicking his tongue relentlessly as his finger curls inside you.

You feel him whine and moan against your pussy, and when you look down you see him gripping and grabbing at his hard-on as he eats you out. You cry as that sends you over and you cum around his finger

You're panting as he curls his fingers a few more times before shoving it into his mouth and licking you clean, you're shaking and wide-eyed as hair sticks to your face and he crawls out from under the piano

Right, weren't you two supposed to be playing right now? Isn't his wife about to be home and he's sucking his fingers because they still taste like you?

He helps you off the bench and you stare into the stained cushion but he turns your chin to him before kissing you deeply, tasting yourself on his tongue before breaking it off with a simple

"My wife is on her way...see you in our next session Ms. Y/n"

And you can't wait for next Sunday.

an: lmk how obvious it is idk anything about pianos. This is based on a dream I had last night 😵‍💫🖤 I hope you liked it <333