Dangerously Good
Wuthering Heights Joseph x F!reader
Pairings: Wuthering Heights (2026) Xf!reader
Syponsis: Maid servant catching Joseph and getting pleasurably punished.
Tags + Warnings: 18+ MDNI, Joseph played by Ewan Mitchell in Wuthering Heights 2026 film, obviously not original book accurate.
Bent over fingering, p in v sex, semi public sex, male masturbation, female masturbation
It’s late and cold at Wuthering Heights, you should be fast asleep and you know it, but you can’t. There’s one thing keeping you up.
Looking outside the small window in your dingy servants quarters you see…him. Joseph, the stable boy. He’s kind, strong, loyal. But he’s never granted you more than a polite smile or a “good morning miss” After all, you’re just a servant girl, the lowest. Why should he?
But despite his lack of attention to you, you’re drawn to him.
He’s shovelling hay with a pitchfork, his arms moving gracefully as he shifts between the piles. Leaning forward on the windowsill, but not enough to be seen, his tight breeches catch your eye. Your heart skips as you notice his strong legs. You bet he smells like sweat, dirt.
He finishes the pile and he slumps down. The candlelight on the stables catch his face and the salty droplets that slide down. Tilting his head back, he takes a deep sigh. Slowly, gently, his hand creeps down his body and to his…crotch? Your mind pauses as he grips himself through his breeches, his head still tilted back and eyes shut. Feeling your eyes widen, he rubs over the fabric and groans gently. Flashing in your mind, the image of his cock. Hardening through the breeches, responding to his touch.
Holding back a sharp gasp at the thought, your nails dig more into the windowsill. Seeing him like this, so vulnerable, makes something low in your belly burn. The heat drops lower to between your legs. Squeezing your thighs together to stop the ache but it’s not helping. Joseph has now moved his hand under his breeches and strokes his length.
Fuck, you think. You feel disgusting and perverted for watching. But the feeling of immense excitement you have overpowers it.
Gingerly, your hand creeps under your brown petticoats. It’s pulled towards your burning heat. Embarrassment flushes your cheeks feeling that you’re already soaked. Slowly, just as he did a few moments ago, you start to rub. Keeping your eyes on him, you try to match his pace. Teeth dig into your lower lip to stifle weak moans that threaten to escape. Your pale fingers press against your clit. You can tell he’s soon to reach his finish. His hand and breathing are faster, god, you wish you were making him do that.
Closer and closer he climbs to his climax, so do you. Just before he can finish, he opens his eyes and straightens his neck. Joseph’s eyes meet yours. Stupidly, too entranced by the scene before you, you had leant forward without thinking about the risks. It’s too late; he saw you. He saw your greedy eyes and your fast moving hand. Your body freezes before pulling your hand down and rushing away from the windowsill. Pulling back the thin sheets, your heart thuds inside your chest. Lying down, lying to yourself. He didn’t see you…did he?
The whole day after you avoided him like the plague. Nonchalantly asking the others where he may be at certain moments, just so you know to stay clear. You can’t bear to stand the embarrassment. A stableboy being watched by a servant as she pleasures herself to his face. It’s disgraceful.
You know it and you believe it. But as you clear the table for the Earnshaw’s, you can’t get it out your head. His face, his moans, breathe.
It’s November and the sun drops early, being replaced by the looming moon. As it’s white light starts to filter into the estate, you carry a basket of washing from the house into a cart outside to be washed. Suddenly, a voice appears behind you.
“Working hard.” Joseph says behind your back.
Fuck. You don’t turn around.
“Not much else to do…” you answer, trying your best not to turn red in an instant.
“Really? I thought you knew how to keep yourself…occupied” You can almost hear a smirk.
Again, fuck. Words jam in your throat. You look over your shoulder at him. At his sharp jaw, rough clothes and dirty blond hair.
“Must you have horses to tend to? Pigs to skin?”
“I know what I’d rather be doing.” Joseph takes a step closer to you, his chest getting nearer your back. He looks down at you.
Scoffing, you step away from the cart and him, acting eager to go back to washing.
Grabbing your wrist, he yanks you back towards him, your fronts now pressed together.
“Old enough to watch, not enough to join?” He asks, you can see the smirk this time.
“How dare—“
Trying to resist him, but there’s no real truth in your words as he pulls you to the stables. Two dark horses sit in the corner among heaps of hay and he leads you to a corner near a fence.
Wading through hay, he pushes you against the fence, your back facing him. It’s happening quick, you barely have time to register what’s happening before he bundles your skirts around your hips, exposing your bare plump ass to him. He leans forward, his breathe hitting the back of your neck.
“Now why would you keep this hidden…?”
You have nothing to say. No clue. All you can do is feel your breasts heaving as you pant. Cold night air brushes your buttocks as he traces a thin finger over one of them. You can’t see him but you know he’s there. God, you’re so aware he’s right there behind you. Your nails dig into the fence, just as they did last night on the windowsill.
“Do you want me to stop?” He asks.
“…no.” You thought about it but only for a split second. You want this, your cunt wants this. Whatever he’s going to do to you, you want it.
He pushes your skirts higher past your hip bone. His other hand bends you over more on the fence, your ass protruding towards him and breasts tilting over your corset.
“Joseph, we can’t, Mr Earnshaw expects-“ He cuts you off once again. This time but sliding two fingers into your wet cunt. Gasping, you can’t help but bend over more; your body subconsciously begging for his hand.
“Shh…be a good girl” He assures as he quickens his pace.
His large palm strokes your back while he pumps your hole with his thick fingers. Your mind blank with pleasure, you can’t help but rock slightly, fucking yourself on his hand. Whimpers slip from your pink lips and for the first time; you don’t stop them.
Feeling the loss of his hand on your back but not the feeling of fingers inside you, he reaches to his breeches.
He unties them and you look over your shoulder as he pulls out his cock. It’s thin but a good 7.5 inches. It’s hard as rock. You’ve seen cocks before, been fucked by baker boys and passing travellers but you knew this was going to be different.
His fingers slide out with a pop and he turns you to face him. Your back presses up against the fence and you hold your own skirts now. Your thighs are sticky and your clit is needy. Gazing down at you, his eyes scan your flushed cheeks and red lips. He knows you’re liking this as much as he is. His hand strokes his cock slowly as his feet edge towards you. He grabs one of your thighs and hooks it over his hip. With one strong and purposeful push, he glides into you.
Instantly, you’re seeing stars. You bounce up and down as your moans synchronise with him. Your climax threatens to arrive instantly as he hits that stop inside you but you beg to hold on.
The stable is now filled with heavy breathes, grunts and the sweet sound of mating. He moans praises in your ear which makes your cunt grip him ever tighter. Your arms wrap around his upper body, anchoring yourself to him to make sure his cock stays inside you.
You notice he has that look again. That look from last night, where’s he’s about finish. His pants speed up, so does his thrusts. Your peak is approaching too as you feel his cock swell in you.
In a few ragged pumps, he pours his thick seed inside you. Riding out the orgasm, he slows but continues his thrusts. Soon after, heat hits you as you orgasm like you never have before. Throwing your head back and moaning, not even bothering to hold them back. Your forehead rests against his shoulder as you pant into each-other.
For a moment, you’re not servants. Just two people, needing a good fuck.
He pulls out and does his breeches up. Letting your skirts fall, choosing to ignore the cum dripping slightly out of you, you keep your eyes on him and his now scruffy hair and pink cheeks. He smirks before leaning in and pressing a kiss to your lips. You can’t help but smile. Taking a step backwards, he starts to head back to the house.
“Same time tomorrow eh? I’ll bring something…a whip if you’re lucky.”
And with that, he’s off.
You’re unsure if he’s joking, but god, you’re praying he isn’t.
