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Joseph x Reader 🍋

Can you tell I like Joseph the most? I have quite a lot of fanfics about him not to mention how many paintings I've done of him.
Anyways, this will be slightly rushed as I'm trying to write as much as possible while I still have free time.

POV:
You're a hunter at the manor and you're relatively new to the games, which meant you often found yourself losing and getting harassed by the kiters. All the other hunters feel sympathetic towards you as it can be tough at times, especially when you're new.

Your POV:
I sat in my room after yet another match I had lost, I felt sad about it again. Hunters are supposed to be the ones harassing the survivors, not the survivors harassing the hunters which is all that seemed to happen to me. The Bloody Queen told me that with time I'll improve and one day be able to win against almost any body, but I'd have to keep trying. That's easy for her to say, she's a natural. Same with the photographer - Joseph. He is also a hunter with high win rates similar to Mary's. I haven't spoken to him much since I joined but it could be helpful to speak to a professional on the subject to maybe open my eyes and give me advice. I stood up slowly, taking a deep breath as my knees popped. I swung open my door and strode down the hallway in search of Joseph. I didn't know where he would be but I had an idea on where to find him, he spent lots of time in the library or the arts room. I wandered around the manor in search of the arts room first, deciding to check the library if he wasn't in there. Upon finding the arts room, I hesitantly entered the room only to be greeted by Edgar Valden - the painter - sat alone, painting. "Do you know where Joseph is?" I asked, stood at the door as he looked at me tiredly. He cocked an eyebrow. "He left about half an hour ago, he didn't say where he was going" The survivor said, focusing his attention back on the painting before him. "Oh, thanks anyway." I said, closing the door and changing my direction towards the Library. If he wasn't here then he was bound to be in his room. As I walked down the large expanse of hallways - my mind wandered to that strange survivor. He was always alone painting, he didn't seem to enjoy the company of others all too much. I soon neared the library and entered the big room full of old books only to find...more survivors. The last people I wanted to encounter right now. With a sigh I walked back out onto the hallway, rubbing my chin with my thumb. I suppose it would be best to check his room then. Without a second thought, I headed straight to where his room was, I hadn't been in before but I remembered where it was from when I was given a tour of the large place. All I could hear as I headed to my desired location was the sound of my shoes tapping the ground, the place was so big yet seemed so silent at times - despite how many people were actually here. I found myself stood outside his room after a couple minutes of being lost in thought. I gently knocked on the door awaiting his response. Few seconds passed before I heard a faint "come in!" From Joseph. I sighed in relief before opening the door, entering cautiously - making sure to close the door behind me. "What is it you want" He said softly, a smile on his face as he looked up at me from where he was sat, in front of a desk. "Well, I was wondering how you got so good at the games" I asked shyly, looking down at the ground. He stood up to his full height, he was quite a bit taller than me and placed a hand on his chin. "I've been here a while, I suppose it's down to practice" he said, crossing his arms. "But the survivors just keep harassing me, how do I stop them?" I said, feeling frustrated. "Just try to relax and don't show them it bothers you" he said, walking closer to me, his hands now behind his back. "You have to show them that you're the hunter - not them" he said, now stood behind me. "You need to scare them" he spoke once more, his voice becoming lower. "How do I do that" I asked, turning my neck to face him as I stood there, dumbfounded. "Use your ability to its fullest and I guarantee it will worry them - they won't know how to counter you if you master it." He said playfully, his smile returning. "Thank you, I'll keep it in mind." I said, my expression still a somber one. "Is there anything else?" He asked, standing in front of me with his back facing towards me as he fiddled with something on his desk. I thought for a moment, still stood in the same spot. "What's your ability?" I asked, making him stop what he was doing. He turned to face me. "It's hard to explain, I'm not sure if I can tell you." He said, his eyes narrowing. "That's okay, I won't press you on it" I said with a nervous smile. "Actually, there's something I want to ask of you, mon cherie" He cooed, his tone becoming more velvety. A shiver ran down my spine at the use of the pet name. "You're not the dominant type, are you?" He said plainly, his gaze becoming a daring one, his eyes looking into mine for my reaction. I blushed and my eyes widened at his questions. "What do you mean?" I asked, my hands shaking nervously as a dark red shade spread across my cheeks. "You're so dirty minded, I meant in general" He laughed, teasing me. "But- if you want to take it that way you're more then welcome" he purred into my ear, teasing me further as I felt butterflies swarm in my stomach. "You strike me as the more submissive type" he said with a sigh, his expression that of a smug one. "Joseph.." I said, feeling confused at his sudden behaviour. "Don't worry, I'm only messing with you" he said, leaning in closer to me, his face mere inches away from mine. "Unless...?" He said, his arms snaking around my waist. I didn't notice how dark the room was up until now, only faint candlelight lighting up the room, leaving an eerie glow. His face was illuminated by the flickering light as his eyes pierced into my own, searching for an answer. I was confused on what to do in the situation, so I allowed him to take over. I leaned in closer to him and closed the gap between us, gently kissing his soft lips, it was only a quick peck but it was enough to tell him all he needed to know. I was lay on his bed beneath him quicker than I could blink, "You're so beautiful, (y/n)" He said in a hushed tone, burying his face into the crook of my shoulder before giving it a kiss. Joseph left a trail of hickeys from my shoulder and up my neck where eventually his lips connected with my own once more. I held his forearm with my hand as he kissed me passionately, his tongue darting in my mouth sleekly. I slowly lifted my knee up only to have it connect with Joseph's crotch. I blushed at the realisation, he pulled away from the kiss and looked at me, his expression one of lust with a slight smirk. His half lidded eyes locked with mine in an expectant trance, his eyes clouded with arousal and anticipation. He brought a hand to my chest where he gently squeezed, eager to remove the fabric blocking him from full contact. He unbuttoned my blouse slowly, revealing more of my flushed flesh with each pop of a button. His hand grazed over my exposed skin a couple times, giving me goosebumps from his touch. Once my shirt was discarded onto the floor, he worked on removing his own as I lay beneath him already excited for what was to come. I felt a pooling sensation between my legs, I was already soaked with arousal, his actions and and suggestive glances making my body cry out for more of him. Joseph was surprisingly toned - suppose that's what fencing does to someone - I ran my hand across his chest lovingly, looking with admiration and adoration. "Mon Cherie...I didn't expect we would end up this way" He said, his quiet voice fitting the environment. It was completely silent besides the noise we made. "Me neither, but I'm glad it did" I said, my voice becoming a mere whisper by the end of my sentence, making Joseph smile in response - happy with my answer. He leaned down closer to me and kissed my neck once more, this time travelling further down to connect with my now exposed chest. Only my bra was stopping him from reaching further so he reached a hand behind my back smoothly and undid the clasp with a quick snap. I pulled the straps down my shoulders before removing the garment and tossing it elsewhere in the room. Joseph didn't waste time before attacking the newly exposed skin with love bites and gentle squeezes, all intent on arousing me further. He enjoyed the reaction on my face, a look of pleasure and slight embarrassment. I moved my hands to his tied-back hair, removing the bow holding it back to set his white hair free, falling loose around his shoulders. My fingers weaved through his shiny locks as he continued his teasing actions, giving one of my breasts an experimental lick just to see how I'd react. I let out a small whimper, my hand resting in his silver hair as he continued to do it, his free hand travelling down south, fingers trailing across my stomach and abdomen as he did so. His hand stopped at my inner thigh, lightly rubbing the soft flesh oh so close to my aching core. He pulled away from my chest, a hand still resting on my inner thigh - his other hand holding himself up above me. Joseph unzipped my shorts and tugged them down my thighs, throwing them onto the floor as if they were simply a hinderance. I felt my face heat up as he eyed my body, almost completely exposed to him besides my underwear. He sat up, pulling me up with him and onto his lap with my chest pressed against his own. I took initiative and kissed his neck, earning a low moan from him. I briefly looked up and smiled, before continuing to leave small hickeys across his collarbones - his hand caught in my hair, gently tugging the strands. I rocked my hips against his, grinding my own aching core against his to create more tension. His other hand trailed down my back, often dragging his nails down my spine, lightly scratching me. He lifted my chin before kissing me once more, lowering me back down onto the bed - beneath him once again. "Are you ready? Mon ange~" Joseph said, removing his pants as I pressed my thighs together, craving more pleasure from him. His voice was smooth and low, showing his lust through sweetened words and pet names, it fit the dimly lit atmosphere and the mood of the moment. "Yeah" I said, my voice matching his own tone, low and quiet, as if being any louder would disturb the current peace in such an exciting event. He smiled, taking off his underwear, sealing the deal I suppose. I took of my own as he did so, pulling them off and onto the floor with all other clothing. Once we were both completely bare, he leaned in close again, his face close to mine, admiring my facial features currently contorted into a look of desperation and want, mostly for him. I parted my legs, still looking into his eyes as his hand began to explore the newly exposed part of me. Fingers grazing over my most intimate areas, slowly circling my clit causing me to moan. Josephs face was adorned with a smug expression, enjoying my reactions and the noises I elicited for him to hear only. He didn't bother to tease me any further, feeling somewhat deprived himself, he positioned his member at my entrance. I held onto his forearm which was beside my head as it was propping him up above me. My other hand lay limp beside me, only to be gripped by Joseph's bigger hand, pinning it against the mattress as he began to thrust inside me. I took a deep breath, looking down to see as it entered me, stretching me apart with each inch. I moved my sight back up, looking at him briefly to see his expression. Hair messy and loose, face slightly flushed and a face which had lust written all over it. I gripped onto his arm tighter, as he fully entered, staying still as I adjusted to his size momentarily. He started to thrust back and forth after a brief moment of staying still, feeling pleasure shoot through his body as he did so. I felt a small discomfort at the new intrusion but all was well when pleasure took over, leaving my mind clouded with lust and unable to think of anything else besides the man I was making love with. He captured my lips in yet another kiss, this time sloppy and without focus. "Faster.." I said, my voice almost a whisper as I muttered the demand. His eyes narrowed, not in distaste but in amusement. "As you wish" he whispered into my ear, his head now beside mine, leaving me to look up to the ceiling as he pounded inside me at a faster pace, just as I had wished for. I moaned loudly, curses slipping out as my mind lost control - lost in the temporary sea of ecstasy. I could tell Joseph felt it too, his low moans and grunts gave him away, even if he did hide his face from my view. Thrusts became faster with each wave of pleasure, wanting more of the empowering feeling and giving me even more of it. He muttered sweet nothings into my ear, his voice had become a strained whisper, giving in to the arousal. I felt the feeling of pressure build up, as if I was to climax at any moment. "I'm close" I said quietly into his ear, encouraging him to become more erratic and increase the speed ever so slightly, also chasing after his own orgasm. My nails dug into his arm as I clenched my eyes shut tightly, the bliss of my climax completely washing over me like a tidal surge, not a single shred of control left. My legs shook and my moans became louder, and my breaths became bigger. Joseph continued to thrust, his speed slightly wavering as he also began to cum, his deep moans vibrating in my ear.
I lay on the bed with Joseph beside me, holding me close to him. How did simply wanting advice turn into this? His long hair tickled my face, his eyes fixated on my own as his finger drew imaginary circles on my hip. The tingling sensation of the bliss of finishing still sat in my nether regions, making me desire nothing more than just his presence. I felt myself drifting off, my vision becoming blurry as I was swept away by sleep.

Almost 3000 words. Bye.
I didn't expect to make this so long but I'm proud of it - despite the nature of it.