could you pleaseee write some soft lazy morning sex with joe
⭒˚.⋆ Joe Keery x reader ⋆⭒˚.⋆
english is not my language please be kind and sorry if i wrote wrong :) requests are open if you want!
Summary: in the morning you and Joe spend a lazy day in bed indulging in slow intimate sex
Warnings: smut, 18+, explicit sex, creampies, fluff
The morning light filtered softly through the half-drawn curtains, casting a warm, golden glow across the bedroom. Dust motes danced lazily in the air, and the world outside seemed hushed, as if it too was reluctant to fully wake.
You stirred first, nestled against Joe’s chest, your legs tangled with his under the heavy duvet, his arm was draped possessively around your waist, his breath slow and even against the top of your head.
He smelled like home, faint traces of his cologne from yesterday mixed with the clean, warm scent of sleep.
You smiled into his skin, pressing a gentle kiss to his collarbone. Joe hummed softly, not quite awake, but his body responded instinctively, pulling you closer, his hand slid up your back in slow circles, fingertips tracing the line of your spine beneath the oversized t-shirt you’d stolen from him the night before.
“Morning,” he murmured, voice rough with sleep, deep and velvety.
“Morning,” you whispered back, tilting your head to look at him.
His eyes were still half-closed, lashes casting shadows on his cheeks, hair tousled in that effortlessly sexy way.
God, you loved him like this, soft and unguarded, all yours.
He leaned down and captured your lips in a slow, lingering kiss.
No rush, just warmth and affection, his mouth moving gently against yours.
You melted into it, one hand coming up to cup his jaw, thumb brushing over the light stubble there. The kiss deepened gradually, tongues brushing in lazy exploration, tasting the remnants of last night’s shared wine and the sweetness of morning.
Joe’s hand wandered lower, slipping under the hem of your shirt to rest on the bare curve of your hip. He squeezed gently, pulling you flush against him, you could feel him already half-hard against your thigh, the evidence of his growing arousal warm and solid through his boxers.
“Mmm,” he sighed against your mouth. “You feel so good.”
You smiled, nuzzling into his neck. “So do you. Don’t want to get up yet.”
“Me neither.” His voice was a low rumble. “Let’s stay here all day.”
His fingers traced lazy patterns on your skin, dipping under the waistband of your panties but not pushing further.
You shivered pleasantly, pressing closer, your breasts brushing against his chest through the thin fabric. The sensation made your nipples tighten, and Joe noticed immediately, he shifted, rolling slightly so you were half beneath him, his weight comforting rather than overwhelming.
He kissed you again, slower this time, pouring love into every brush of lips.
“I love you,” he whispered between kisses. “Love waking up with you like this.”
“I love you too,” you breathed, your hands roaming over his back, feeling the smooth muscles shift under your palms.
You trailed your fingers down to the dip at the base of his spine, then lower, slipping beneath his boxers to cup his firm ass and he groaned softly into your mouth, hips rocking forward instinctively.
The movement pressed his now fully hard cock against your core, separated only by thin layers of fabric.
Heat pooled low in your belly, a slow, delicious ache building but there was no frantic urgency, just a deep, lazy wanting.
Joe pulled back just enough to look at you, his eyes dark with desire but soft with adoration. “Can I touch you?” he asked, always so considerate, even after years together.
“Yes,” you nodded, kissing the corner of his mouth. “Please.”
His hand slid between your bodies, fingertips skimming over your stomach before dipping into your panties.
He found you already wet, slick with arousal from the gentle build-up. A low, appreciative sound escaped him as he circled your clit with one finger, feather-light.
“So ready for me,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to your temple. “My beautiful girl.”
You gasped softly as he continued those slow, lazy strokes, building pleasure without haste. Your hips tilted up to meet his touch, but you kept the rhythm unhurried, matching the sleepy morning haze. Joe kissed along your jaw, down your neck, sucking gently at the sensitive spot just below your ear that always made you shiver.
He slipped one finger inside you, then two, curling them against that spot that made stars bloom behind your eyelids, his thumb kept up the gentle pressure on your clit.
You moaned his name quietly, fingers threading through his hair.
“That’s it,” he encouraged softly. “Let me make you feel good.”
The orgasm built like a warm tide, rising slowly, inevitably. When it washed over you, it was gentle but intense, waves of pleasure rolling through your body as you clenched around his fingers. Joe held you through it, whispering sweet nothings, how much he loved you, how perfect you were, how he could do this forever.
You came down slowly, breathing heavy but content, pulling him into a deep kiss, your hand moved between you, palming his erection through his boxers. He was rock hard, the fabric damp where he’d leaked pre-cum.
You stroked him slowly, savoring the way he throbbed in your grip.
“Want you,” you whispered against his lips.
Joe nodded, helping you push his boxers down, his cock sprang free, thick and flushed, the head glistening.
You wrapped your hand around him, stroking from base to tip in long, lazy pulls and he groaned, forehead resting against yours.
“Condom?” he asked, even though you were on the pill and had been exclusive for years. He always checked.
You shook your head. “Just you, want to feel all of you.”
He kissed you deeply, then helped slide your panties off.
Skin to skin now, he settled between your thighs, his weight braced on his elbows, the tip of his cock nudged at your entrance, sliding through your wetness, he rocked against you a few times, coating himself, teasing both of you.
Then, with exquisite slowness, he pushed inside.
The stretch was perfect, connecting you completely.
You both moaned into each other’s mouths as he bottomed out, hips flush. For a long moment, you just stayed like that, joined, breathing together, eyes locked.
“I love being inside you,” Joe whispered, voice thick with emotion. “Feels like coming home.”
You cupped his face, kissing him tenderly as he began to move.
Slow, deep thrusts, pulling almost all the way out before sliding back in, grinding gently at the end of each stroke so his pelvis rubbed against your clit.
It was lazy morning sex at its finest: unhurried, sensual, filled with love.
Your hands explored him freely, running through his hair, down his back, gripping his ass to pull him deeper. His mouth never left you for long, kissing your lips, your neck, your shoulders, wherever he could reach. Soft praises fell from his lips between breaths: “So tight… so wet for me… love you so much… you’re everything.”
The pleasure built gradually, like honey dripping, each thrust dragged against your sensitive walls, his cock hitting that perfect spot inside you over and over.
Your legs wrapped around his waist, heels digging into his lower back, urging him on without rushing.
Joe’s pace remained steady, deep and loving.
Sweat began to sheen on his skin, mixing with yours where your bodies pressed together. The room filled with the quiet sounds of sex: soft moans, the gentle slap of skin, whispered names.
You rolled your hips up to meet him, changing the angle slightly, the new sensation made you both gasp and Joe buried his face in your neck, sucking lightly as he thrust a little harder, still controlled, still gentle.
“Close?” he asked, voice strained but warm.
“Getting there,” you breathed. “Don’t stop.”
He didn’t, he reached between you, thumb finding your clit again, circling in time with his thrusts. The dual stimulation pushed you higher, the coil in your belly tightening slowly, deliciously.
When you came the second time, it was deeper, more powerful.
Your walls fluttered and clenched around him, drawing a guttural groan from his throat, Joe kept moving through it, prolonging your pleasure, kissing you through the waves.
“I’m close too,” he panted against your mouth. “Where do you want me?”
“Inside,” you whispered, holding him tight. “Fill me up, Joe. Want to feel you come.”
That was all it took, a few more deep, loving thrusts and he spilled inside you with a long, low moan of your name.
You felt every pulse, every warm spurt, his cock throbbing as he emptied himself, his hips stuttered, then pressed deep, grinding as he rode out the aftershocks.
You held him close as he collapsed gently on top of you, careful not to crush you, his weight was comforting, his breath hot against your neck.
For several long minutes, neither of you moved, just basking in the afterglow, hearts slowing together.
Eventually, Joe lifted his head, smiling down at you with that boyish, lovesick grin that always melted you, he brushed damp hair from your forehead and kissed you softly.
“Best way to wake up,” he murmured.
You laughed quietly, tracing his jaw. “Agreed, though now I might need a nap.”
He chuckled, the sound vibrating through his chest into yours. “We can do that or round two after coffee. Your choice.”
“Both,” you decided, pulling him back down for another lazy kiss.
He stayed inside you for a while longer, softening gradually, neither of you in any hurry to separate.
His hands stroked your sides, your thighs, every touch affectionate and reverent and you talked in low voices, about nothing and everything. Plans for the day (mostly staying in bed), how much you loved each other, silly memories from the week before.
Eventually, he pulled out carefully, a soft trickle of his release following. Joe reached for a warm cloth from the bedside table, cleaning you both gently, then he pulled you back into his arms, spooning you from behind this time, his chest to your back, one arm wrapped around you, hand resting possessively over your heart.
The sun climbed higher, but the morning remained lazy.
You dozed lightly, waking occasionally to his kisses on your shoulder, his fingers tracing lazy hearts on your skin.
When desire stirred again, it was the same slow burn.
This time you turned to face him, pushing him onto his back and straddling his hips. Joe’s hands settled on your waist, eyes full of wonder as you sank down onto him again, you rode him slowly, grinding in circles, hands braced on his chest and he watched you with pure adoration, thumbs brushing your nipples through your shirt before pulling it off so he could touch skin to skin.
“Beautiful,” he breathed, sitting up to kiss your breasts, sucking gently on one nipple while his hands guided your hips.
“Ride me just like that. Take what you need.”
You did, moving in that same unhurried rhythm.
The angle let him hit even deeper, and the intimacy of face-to-face made it even more loving. You kissed constantly, messy, open-mouthed kisses filled with moans and whispers of forever.
When you came again, you cried out softly into his mouth, body trembling and he followed soon after, holding you tight as he filled you once more.
Afterward, you collapsed together in a tangle of limbs, laughing breathlessly at how perfectly content you both felt.
The sheets were warm and rumpled, the room smelling of sex and love and morning light.
Joe’s hands never strayed far from your body, always caressing, always reminding you how cherished you were. Between words, more kisses, more slow caresses that inevitably led to him sliding into you again from behind while spooning, or you taking him in your mouth for long, lazy minutes while he stroked your hair and praised you.
By the time the clock showed noon, you’d lost count of how many times you’d come together. Your bodies were sated, pleasantly sore in the best way, skin marked with faint love bites and fingerprints. Joe pulled the duvet over you both, holding you against his chest.
“I could spend every morning like this,” he said, voice soft with contentment.
“Every morning,” you agreed, pressing a kiss over his heart.
The world outside could wait.
Today was for lazy touches, loving words, and the kind of slow, intimate sex that reminded you why you’d chosen each other, again and again.
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