heyy ❤️ i wanted to request a fic where Joe and reader have been dating for 5 months maybe and he took reader with him in Japan for the interviews he had to do etc, and while he was doing an interview reader was in the hotel room waiting for him to come back but in the meantime she has been ovulating and feeling very needy. While Joe was out he would text her any chance he gets and reader texted him “i need you” or something like that, and he would tease her back. And when he came back they do it for the first time and he’s so gentle and praising her🙃
⋆⭒˚.⋆ Joe Keery x reader ⋆⭒˚.⋆
english is not my language please be kind and sorry if i wrote wrong :) requests are closed!
summary: You’ve been dating Joe for a bit when he invites you along on his press trip to Japan. While he’s tied up in interviews, you are needy desperate in the hotel room.
warnings: Explicit sexual content , dirty talk, praise kink, fingering, oral sex (female receiving), unprotected sex
The Tokyo skyline glittered beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows of the hotel suite, a sea of neon and steel that felt both impossibly far away and intimately close. You paced the thick carpet in bare feet, the silk robe Joe had bought you in the airport duty free sliding against your overheated skin.
Five months, five months of sweet dates, late night calls, stolen kisses that grew deeper and hungrier with every passing week, but never quite crossing that final line.
Joe had been patient, god, so patient, always stopping when you tensed, always murmuring that he wanted you comfortable, wanted it to be perfect.
Today, perfect felt impossible. Your body had other plans.
You were ovulating, hard, the kind of deep, throbbing need that made your thighs clench every few minutes and your nipples tighten against the cool silk. You’d tried everything: a cold shower that did nothing but leave you shivering and still aching, scrolling mindlessly through your phone, even attempting to read the novel you’d packed.
Nothing worked, every brush of fabric, every shift of your hips, sent sparks straight to your core.
Joe was downstairs in one of the hotel’s conference rooms, doing back-to-back interviews. He’d kissed your forehead before leaving, promising he’d be back as soon as humanly possible. “Miss you already,” he’d whispered against your skin, and the memory of his low voice made you whimper softly now.
Your phone buzzed on the nightstand and you practically dove for it.
Joe: Just wrapped the first one , these lights are brutal. Thinking about you in that big bed. How’s my girl?
You bit your lip, thumbs flying across the screen before you could second-guess yourself.
You: I’m okay… but I need you. Really need you.
Three dots appeared instantly, then disappeared. You imagined him glancing at his phone under the table, that little smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.
Joe: Yeah? Tell me more, baby.
Heat flooded your cheeks, you squeezed your thighs together, feeling the slickness already gathering.
You: Been wet for hours, can’t stop thinking about you inside me. Ovulating is kicking my ass today.
Joe: Fuck, you’re killing me. I’m supposed to look professional and you’re telling me that?
You:Sorry not sorry. Hurry back!
Joe: Tease. I’ve got two more interviews, be good for me. Touch yourself if you have to, but don’t come. That’s mine when I get there.
You moaned aloud at the command, rolling onto your back on the massive king bed. The robe fell open. Your hand trailed down your stomach, fingers brushing over your swollen, sensitive clit. Just a little pressure made your back arch. You typed one-handed.
You: I’m so empty, Joe. Need your cock.
Joe: Jesus Christ. You’re gonna make me walk out of here hard, be patient, sweetheart. I’ll take such good care of you.
The minutes dragged. You edged yourself twice, stopping right before the peak just like he’d asked, whimpering his name into the pillow. Another text came twenty minutes later.
Joe: Last interview starting. Can’t stop picturing you spread out waiting for me. Love you so much.
You:Love you too. Please come soon.
Joe: I will, baby. Over and over if you want.
You laughed breathlessly despite the ache, tossing the phone aside and trying to breathe through the waves of need. By the time the electronic lock clicked almost two hours later, you were a trembling mess, robe discarded, sheets twisted beneath you, skin flushed.
Joe stepped inside, still in his interview outfit, his hair was slightly tousled from running his fingers through it, and those warm hazel eyes locked on you immediately.
The door shut behind him with a soft click.
“Hi, baby,” he said, voice already rough, he set his bag down slowly, drinking in the sight of you naked and needy on the bed. “Look at you… fuck, you’re beautiful.”
You sat up on your knees, reaching for him. “Joe, please…”
He crossed the room in three strides, cupping your face with both hands and kissing you deeply, his mouth was warm, insistent but not rushed. He tasted like the mint gum he chewed between interviews. When he pulled back, his thumbs stroked your cheeks.
“You’ve been suffering, huh?” he murmured, forehead resting against yours. “My poor girl. Ovulating and all alone up here.”
You nodded, hands fisting in his shirt. “I need you so bad it hurts.”
“I’m here. I’ve got you.”
He kissed you again, slower this time, easing you back onto the pillows. His body covered yours, careful not to crush you. One large hand smoothed down your side, mapping every curve as if memorizing you. “We’re doing this right. First time… I want it perfect for you.”
“It will be,” you whispered. “Because it’s you.”
Joe’s eyes softened with so much affection it made your chest ache. He kissed along your jaw, down your neck, sucking gently at the spot that always made you shiver. His fingers traced your collarbone, then lower, cupping one breast and thumbing the stiff peak until you gasped.
“So sensitive today,” he praised, voice low and reverent. “Your body’s telling me exactly what it needs.”
He took his time undressing, letting you watch.
The shirt came off first, revealing the lean, toned torso you’d felt under your hands so many times but never seen like this, fully, in the soft golden light of the hotel lamps, his jeans followed, and then his boxers. His cock sprang free, thick and flushed, already leaking at the tip. You licked your lips.
Joe chuckled softly. “Easy, sweetheart, we’ve got all night.”
He crawled back over you, settling between your spread thighs. Instead of rushing, he kissed down your body, sternum, ribs, the soft plane of your stomach, until his shoulders were nestled between your legs. He looked up at you, eyes dark with lust but shining with love.
You nodded frantically. “Please.”
The first slow lick from entrance to clit made your hips jerk. Joe hummed in satisfaction, the vibration sending sparks through you. He licked again, broader, savoring the taste of your arousal. “So fucking wet. You really have been aching for me.”
His tongue circled your clit with devastating precision, two fingers sliding inside you easily thanks to how soaked you were. He curled them gently, stroking that perfect spot while his mouth worked you over.
Praise spilled from him between licks and sucks.
“That’s it, baby… let me hear you. So good for me. You taste incredible… gonna make you come on my tongue first, okay? Then I’ll give you my cock.”
You were already close from the hours of teasing. Your hands flew to his hair, gripping the soft strands as your thighs trembled around his ears. Joe didn’t let up, steady, perfect pressure, fingers pumping slowly, mouth sealed around your clit.
“Come for me,” he murmured against you. “Let go, sweetheart.”
The orgasm crashed through you, overwhelming. You cried out his name, back bowing off the bed as pleasure pulsed in heavy waves. He kept licking you through it, gentling his touches until you were whimpering from overstimulation.
When he finally pulled back, his lips and chin were shiny. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and crawled up to kiss you, letting you taste yourself on his tongue.
“You okay?” he asked softly, brushing damp hair from your forehead.
“More than okay,” you breathed. “Need you inside me. Please.”
Joe reached for the nightstand drawer where he’d stashed condoms earlier in the trip, but you stopped his hand.
“I’m on the pill. And… I want to feel you…If you’re comfortable.”
His eyes darkened further. “You sure?”
“yes baby, i want you bare.”
He groaned, kissing you fiercely. “Fuck, baby. You’re gonna kill me.”
He settled between your legs again, gripping his cock and rubbing the thick head up and down your soaked folds. “Gonna go slow, tell me if anything hurts or if you need to stop. Promise?”
Joe pressed forward. The blunt head breached you, stretching you open, you gasped at the fullness, bigger than his fingers, hotter, perfect. He paused immediately, breathing hard, eyes locked on your face.
“Good… so good. Keep going.”
Inch by inch he sank into you, murmuring constant praise. “You’re taking me so well, so tight and warm. Look at you… my beautiful girl. Relax for me, that’s it, almost there.”
When he bottomed out, hips flush against yours, both of you moaned. He held still, letting you adjust, forehead pressed to yours. You could feel every throb, every vein. The stretch burned sweetly, turning quickly into deep, aching pleasure.
“Move,” you whispered. “Please move.”
Joe kissed you as he withdrew almost all the way, then slid back in with a slow, deliberate thrust. The pace was gentle, loving, every stroke measured, every movement designed to make you feel cherished. His hand slipped between you, thumb circling your clit in time with his thrusts.
“You feel incredible,” he groaned. “Like you were made for me. So wet… god, the way you’re squeezing me.”
Your legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him deeper. The angle shifted and he hit that spot inside you again. Stars burst behind your eyelids.
His thrusts stayed deep and steady, never rough. Sweat slicked his skin, his hair falling into his eyes as he watched you with pure adoration.
“You’re doing so well, baby, taking every inch. My perfect girl.”
Pleasure built again, slower this time, a deep coiling in your belly. Joe’s praises never stopped, soft, filthy, loving.
“Look at me when you come,” he urged. “Want to see those pretty eyes… love being inside you. Gonna fill you up just how you need it.”
The words, combined with the perfect drag of his cock and the pressure on your clit, sent you over the edge again. You came with a broken moan of his name, clenching rhythmically around him. Joe’s rhythm faltered, hips stuttering.
“Fuck…baby, I’m close. Where do you want me?”
“Inside,” you gasped. “Please, Joe, come inside me.”
With a deep groan, he buried himself to the hilt and let go. You felt the hot pulses as he spilled deep, hips grinding gently against you as he rode out his orgasm. His face was buried in your neck, whispering your name like a prayer.
For long moments afterward, you stayed connected, breathing together. Joe’s weight was comforting, grounding. He eventually lifted his head, kissing you lazily, sweetly.
“You okay?” he asked again, always checking.
“Better than okay,” you smiled, cupping his jaw. “That was… everything.”
He grinned, that boyish, heart-melting smile that had won you over in the first place.
“Good, because we’re nowhere near done.” He eased out of you carefully, watching with dark fascination as a trickle of his release followed. “Look at that… so pretty.”
You blushed, but the need was already simmering again thanks to your hormones. Joe noticed, of course.
“Still needy, huh?” He kissed the tip of your nose. “Don’t worry. I’ll take care of you all night.”
He disappeared briefly to the bathroom, returning with a warm cloth to clean you gently. Then he pulled you into his arms under the sheets, skin to skin. You traced patterns on his chest while he played with your hair.
“Japan was a good idea,” you murmured.
Joe laughed softly. “Best idea I’ve had, getting to have you like this… worth every interview, every flight delay.”
You talked quietly for a while, about the city lights outside, the interviews he’d done, silly stories from set, but the conversation gradually turned heated again as his hands roamed. He rolled you onto your back once more, kissing down your body with renewed hunger.
This time he took you on your side, spooned close behind you, one arm wrapped around your waist, hand splayed possessively over your lower belly. Slow, deep thrusts that made you feel every inch. His mouth was at your ear, whispering more praise.
“Such a good girl for me… letting me love you like this. Feel how deep I am? Gonna give you everything you need tonight.”
You came again, shuddering in his arms, and he followed soon after, filling you a second time.
Hours blurred… he ate you out again on the edge of the bed, your legs over his shoulders. Then you rode him slowly in the armchair by the window, city lights painting your bodies in neon glows. He was endlessly patient, endlessly praising, telling you how beautiful you looked taking him, how perfect you felt, how much he loved you.
By the time the sky began to lighten toward dawn, you were both exhausted and sated, tangled together in the ruined sheets. Joe’s hand rested protectively over your stomach, thumb stroking lazily.
“Whatever happens with this ovulation window,” he said quietly, voice thick with sleep and emotion, “I’m here. I love you, we’ll figure everything out together.”
You turned your head to kiss him. “I love you too.”
In the quiet luxury of the Tokyo suite, with the man you adored wrapped around you, the needy ache had finally eased into deep, bone melting contentment. Five months had led to this perfect night, and you couldn’t wait to see what the rest of the trip would bring.
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