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Tutor! Joseph x Reader 🍋

A/N
Shoutout to 27Oach on Instagram for letting me use their art in my thumbnails. It really ties this whole 'passion project' together. I've decided I'll keep writing this fanfic for a while longer. I listen to mindless self indulgence to help with my writing, I'm trying to make my style more mysterious and descriptive rather than straightforward.

POV:
You're a survivor in the manor being tutored by the hunter Joseph. Despite your contradicting roles in the games hosted, your relationship outside of them is close and friendly. What goes on within matches stays within matches and vice versa. He is teaching you french as you're a little rusty, only being able to speak a couple words.
Your POV:
I sat at the wooden library table with my arms folded, playing with a stray hair out of boredom. Joseph was sat before me, reading an essay I had been told to write in perfect french. My leg shook nervously as I examined his facial expressions, waiting for a look of disappointment or perhaps approval, seeking validation from the harsh critic. "Mon ange," He said, setting the paper down on the table gently and furrowing his brows. I shot up from my slouched position to look at him attentively. "You did well" he said, his brooding expression changing to one of satisfaction. Before I could respond he held a hand up, signalling me to not get too excited. "But there's room for improvement" His face changed back to a still expression, blue eyes dulling back to their usual greyish colour. "Oh, sorry" I said, not knowing how else to react. "Why apologise? Mon cherie" He said, brushing his shiny platinum hair to the side, closing his eyes sleepily. "I said you did well" His relaxed demeanour showed no emotion, as his long fingers clawed through the knots in his hair lazily. "Thanks, but what did I do wrong?" I asked, causing him to peep an eye open. "Your french was fine, but there wasn't enough emotion in the words" He said, standing up from his seat and circling around me. "You lack emotion" He said, leaning down beside me so his mouth was next to my ear, his eyes gazing into mine dangerously. "Maybe I should teach you that, too" He whispered into my ear, sending a hair-easing chill down my spine. "What do you mean" I asked, also standing up and backing away slightly, his state frightening me. "It's my duty to teach you, isn't it?" He said, coming closer and holding my hands flat against the table, looming over my (in comparison) small frame. A swarm of butterflies darted around my lower abdomen, as if the entomologists swarm had congregated there. I didn't have the strength to respond, opting for small nods or avoiding his gaze all together. He placed his hand under my chin, tilting my face to look at his. "What a beautiful specimen you are, I could teach you so much" He muttered to himself, voice hushed and slow, words flowing out of his mouth like syrup. "Tell me, would you like to know about romance?" He cooed, a small smirk appearing on his porcelain face, eyes bright with curiosity and lust. "What are you insinuating?" I could barely muster, being the must flushed I had ever been, my face coloured a rich Scarlett red. His sharp fingernail dragged down my cheek, his eyes observing my features. "This is wrong" I said quietly "you're supposed to just be a tutor?" I said, placing my hand on his for arm which rested beside be on the table. "That's what makes it all the more exciting, knowing that it's forbidden, as if we're breaking an unspoken rule." He said, not caring about social norms, going against the grain with such simple actions. The world felt still despite being in such a jarring situation, the room was dark, only illuminated by warm candlelight at the late hour. The candles flickered in the gentle breeze of the night, seeping in through the open windows, our shadows cast onto the walls in a dizzying array. I had allowed his sweet nothings to wisp me away into an accepting state, allowing him to do as he pleased to me. Making me feel weaker with the tune of his voice and impact of his words, I gave him full control.
I lay on his bed, a thick red light clouding the room, once again only illuminated by lit candles. "Mon ange, are you ready?" He asked, his breath fanning across my chest as he was propped above me, his face beside mine. I nodded as he looked at my expressions, eyeing my every movement. I was completely at his mercy, but definitely not complaining at that time. His hand traversed across the expanse of my torso, often grazing over my chest teasingly. I felt shocks tingle throughout my nerves as his gentle touch remained on me. Wondering how circumstances had become this way, his hand traveled further south until it connected with my most intimate area. I whispered his name in an attempt to keep him going, encouraging him to go further. His fingers delicately tracing circles over my most sensitive parts, the man watching as I moaned quietly, my reactions driving him mad. His silver hair, long let loose from his usual ponytail, draped along his shoulders like silk, occasionally slipping and brushing against my cheek with every kiss. Nothing was between us, completely connected in the moment without a shred of care for the social restrictions of our actions - entirely let loose. Joseph left a trail of small love-bites across the expanse of my collarbones and chest, as if he was claiming me as his. The tingling sensation in my abdomen building up only to have the sensation to be removed all together. He had stopped. "You've been waiting for this, havent you?" He whispered into my ear, giving my neck a chaste kiss before pulling away and sitting upright. My eyes were directed in another direction, down south where I could see just how pent up he was already. My heart raced faster than it already was, cheeks flushing a gentle pinkish hue from the realisation. "How many times have you thought about doing something like this?" He spoke again, this time louder. His voice still deep and lustful like an incubus. Laced with venom, his voice pierced through me like Cupid's arrow, a cold and harsh tone with such vulgar meaning. "Well? Are you ready?" He asked, once positioning himself at my entrance. Already awaiting the intrusion, I couldn't do anything but nod, in fear that my voice would fail me. "Mon ange" He whispered once again - voice reminding me of all the times he had called me that exact pet name in that exact tone during our sessions. How nostalgic. A sharp piercing feeling was felt through my nether regions, clenching my fists and inhaling sharply through my teeth as he broke me, stretching me out to accommodate his size. He pitied me in that moment, leaning down to kiss me as I was left to adjust slowly. The warm candle-light illuminated his face, a loving expression highlighting his features. With one hand used to prop himself up, his other found my own and held it as a comforter. Without further hesitation, he began to thrust at a decent pace, getting used to my tightness. Moaning softly, his half lidded eyes gazed into my own, overrun with ecstasy, already caving in to the overwhelming sensations. I moaned loudly as he rammed himself inside, creating more friction and more pleasure. His name slipped out between my heated moans and breaths, his low grunts and whines becoming more frequent with time. My back arched in satisfaction as he brought me close to my climax, chasing after his own simultaneously. I didn't hold back before completely becoming undone around him, his speed becoming too intense. Not long after, he also finished, without the courtesy of pulling out might I add. A warm feeling of adoration washed over me like a tide, so content in the moment. We stayed still before inevitably parting to tidy up. He couldn't help but shower me with praise and sweet-nothings as we came back to our senses. Practically glued to me as if he was afraid I'd leave or perhaps simply just attached already. A whimsical sensation of relief was felt between us, held close together in eachothers arms after what had happened. So much for just being a tutor.

LMAO sorry I haven't updated in so long 💔