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joeshiestyslover · 3 months

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i just wanna feel your love again

pairing: cocky!joe burrow x reader

summary: you see joe again two years after you left to pursue your dream job in new york

warnings: language, some angst, some fluff, happy ending bc joe deserves it

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a/n: part two to hotel room bc i know y’all wanted it so here you go!!

it’s too late for us. those words cut through joe’s heart like a knife. he regrets letting you walk out his front door without fighting for you. joe really was in love with you, but for some reason he couldn’t show it. something inside him prevented him from telling you how he felt, and because of that he lost the only person he truly loved. since that night, joe swore to himself that if the opportunity ever presented itself, he would never let you walk out of his life again.

it’s been two years since that night, and joe still has hope that he’ll see you again. he stopped hooking up with random girls, he stopped drinking and going to clubs, and he turned all his attention towards football.

joe still checks up on you sometimes. a few months ago, you finally unblocked joe on instagram, though his number remained blocked, but he’ll take what he can get. when he looks through your posts, he’s happy to see you doing so well. you’re thriving with your new job and your new friends, and it seemed as though you would stay in new york forever. little did joe know, that your job is relocating you back to cincinnati.

the moment you stepped back in ohio, you felt like you were home again. you made so many great memories in cincy, but there were bad ones too. well, one bad memory in particular: the night you left joe for good. that night is on constant replay in the back of your mind. since you left, you always wondered what if. what if you stayed? what if you told joe you loved him back? you tried not to think about him, but it was just so difficult. you loved joe with everything in you, hell you still do, but you know it would never work. joe isn’t the type of guy you marry and have kids with; he’s the guy you have fun with in your early twenties before you realize you want something serious.

ever since you got back to cincinnati, you’ve been thinking about joe. what would you do if you saw him? what the hell would you say to him? you decide to try to take your mind off the quarterback by going out with your friend, kennedy, who you haven’t seen since you left for new york. you both decided to meet the club you two always went to, and coincidentally, the same club where you met joe.

your uber pulls up to the club, and you take a deep breath before thanking the driver and getting out of the car. the moment you walk in your eyes connect with kennedy, and you let out a sigh of relief. “y/n!!!” kennedy yells as she basically sprints across the club to hug you. “i missed you so much! you have to tell me all about new york!” she exclaims excitedly. “i missed you too, and i will tell you about new york, but for right now let’s drink!” kennedy laughs and leads you over to the bar, where you order two shots of fireball. once you receive your shots from the bartender, you immediately down the shot, and you wince at the burning sensation in the back of your throat. “we should go dance!” you yell. “omg yes let’s go!” kennedy takes your hand and leads you to the dance floor.

you don’t know how long you were dancing for, but after a while, you both go back to the bar for more drinks. you’re about to take your fifth shot when you hear kennedy gasp. “what is it?” you ask, concerned. “y/n, don’t turn around, but there’s a certain blonde, blue-eyed quarterback fifteen feet behind you.” you freeze. there’s no way. going against your friend, you slowly turn around to find the man you fell in love with. you quickly turn back around to avoid him spotting you.

across the club, joe is accompanied by his teammates who somehow convinced him to go out with them. they all settle in a corner before joe’s teammate, ja’marr, speaks up. “there’s no fucking way bro.” joe’s eyebrow raises. “what?” “dude look straight ahead at those two girls at the bar.” ja’marr points to exactly where you and your friend are standing. joe’s eyes follow to where his receiver’s hand is point and his eyes settle on you. at first, he thinks he’s dreaming, but it really is you, and you look more beautiful than you’ve ever looked. you’re practically glowing.

he sees you and kennedy trying to leave, and he almost lets you, but he remembered the promise he made to himself the night you left. without a word to his team, he begins to run towards you, determined to get you to hear him out.

you and kennedy are outside, booking an uber when you hear your name. you shake it off, thinking you’re just hearing things, but you hear it again. you turn to where the voice is coming from, and you lock eyes with joe. before you know it, joe is standing in front of you. “joe what the hell are you doing?” “y/n look before you say anything, i fucked up. i waited too long to tell you how i felt and i paid the price. i lost the love of my life. after you left i bettered myself. i stopped hooking up with random girls, i stopped drinking, and i stopped going to clubs every weekend. hell, this is the first club i’ve been to in over a year. y/n i love you so much, and i can’t stop loving you no matter how hard i try. it’s okay if you don’t feel the same, but i just had to tell you.”

you’re speechless. one part of you wants to punch him in the face and tell him to fuck off, but the other part of you wants to leap into his arms and kiss him. “joe… i would be lying if i said i don’t love you because i do, but you treated me like shit. you made me feel horrible about myself, like i didn’t matter.” you can feel your eyes begin to burn from the tears that are forming. “i cannot tell you how sorry i am for doing that to you. i promise that i will continue to be the man you deserve. please just give me the chance to prove that to you.” he takes your hand, and you let him. you bring your hand up to joe’s cheek. “just please don’t hurt me again.” you tell him as he grins from ear to ear. “i would never dream of it honey.” he replies as he dips his head down to kiss you with passion that you had never felt with him before. it may have taken a while to get to this point, but it was well worth the wait.

#joe burrow #joe burrow imagine #joe burrow x reader #nfl #joe burrow fan fic #joe burrow fic #cincinatti bengals #joe burrow fluff #joe burrow angst #cincinnati

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joeshiestyslover · 3 months

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hotel room

pairing: cocky!joe burrow x reader

summary: you and joe have been hooking up for the past year, and joe wants to stop, but he just can’t and continues to string you along, so you make the choice for him

warnings: language, angst, slight smut

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a/n: i’m back???? also this is mad shitty, but it’s been a year, so i’m a bit rusty

the sound of your phone ringing is enough to wake you from your sleep. you roll over to face the nightstand and grab your phone. you check the time and it’s 3:13 am. who the fuck is calling me this late? you think. your question is answered when you check the caller id, joey<3 is in big white letters across the top of your phone screen.

“hello?” you answer. “you busy right now?” joe immediately asks. really? no greeting? “no joe of course i’m not busy at 3:15 in the morning.” “good. come over.” he demands. “didn’t you say the last time we did this that we couldn’t do it again?” you inquire. “i know what i said y/n. just one more time. please. i need you.” joe basically begs you. you sigh. “fine give me fifteen minutes.”

you slowly begin to get up from your bed and head to your bathroom. you brush out your hair and pull a claw clip from your drawer to put into your hair. you walk out of the bathroom and into your closet; you grab a pair of spandex booty shorts and an oversized tshirt. you find some socks and your air forces and slide them on your feet. you take one last look at yourself in the mirror before grabbing your phone, wallet, and keys and heading out the front door.

why do i do this to myself? you ask yourself every single time you leave to meet up with joe. you know how this ends; you hook up, he tells you it’s the last time, then you leave. it’s an endless cycle. he has you under his thumb, and no matter how hard you try, you can’t escape him.

the drive to joe’s place gives you the time to think about how you wound up here, driving in your car to go hook up with joe burrow.

you met joe at your friend’s bachelorette party which was at her favorite club. that night, joe was there with his teammates celebrating the bengals’ win against the chiefs. the moment he walked into the club his eyes were drawn to you immediately, and yours to his. about thirty minutes went by before he actually approached you.

you could feel the tension lingering in the air just begging to be released. joe asked you to go home with him and how could you say no? looking back on it now, you should have.

your thoughts are cut off by your phone ringing. you look at the caller id, and surprise surprise, it’s joe. “yes?” you answer. “where are you? you told me to give you fifteen minutes and it’s been twenty.” joe asks you. “joe i’m literally pulling up right now, calm down.” before he’s able to respond, you hang up and pull into his driveway.

you get out of your car and walk towards his front door, but before you can knock, the door swings open revealing a shirtless joe standing in front of you. you take a few seconds to admire him before he grabs your hand and pulls you into the house.

before you can even get a word in, he’s kissing you roughly, your tongues and teeth clashing together. “jump.” joe tells you breathlessly. you jump and wrap your legs around his waist, with his hand coming to rest on your ass. he begins to walk to his bedroom that you’ve become way too familiar with. joe kicks open the door and sits down on the bed, so you’re sitting in his lap. you mindlessly start to grind against his clothed cock.

joe breaks the kiss to look into your eyes. “you’re so beautiful, you know that?” he says to you, and you almost believe him. “joe please don’t say that.” “why not?” he asks you, confused. “because when you say things like that you make it so much harder to leave.” joe gives you a look you can’t decipher. “we both know you’re not gonna leave.” he smirks at you. “this is the last time joe i mean it. listen, there’s something i have to tell you.” you can’t look him in the eyes at this point. “what is it baby?” joe brings his hand up to hold your cheek. “i got a job offer in new york. it’s my dream job and it pays well, so i have to take it.”

joe stays silent for a few second before he moves you off of him so he can stand up. “so you’re leaving? just like that? you’re gonna throw everything we have away?” he says while beginning to pace back and forth. “everything we have? joe we’re fuck buddies! that’s all we are and that’s all we’ll ever be!” you raise your voice at him. “if you think we’re just fuck buddies then you’re fucking blind y/n!” “how am i blind joseph? please enlighten me!” you spit at him. “have you not noticed that every time you come over, i try to convince you to stay? i’ve offered to make you dinner, i’ve asked you to be with me on valentine’s day, i’ve tried everything to make you see that i’m in love with you!” the moment those words leave his mouth, you freeze. “you’re what?” “i’m in love with you y/n. i have been since the night i met you. every time you leave, i get this feeling that i hate. i don’t wanna be away from you.” he tries to step closer to you, but you don’t let him. “joe, no. don’t do this. don’t say you love me; we both know you don’t mean it. you’re only saying this because you don’t wanna lose the only girl that will be at your beck and call whenever you please.” you can feel the tears prickling at your eyes.

“what? no y/n. i love you. i really do. please stay in ohio, and let me prove it to you.” he begins to beg. “joe i can’t. we both know that we wouldn’t work. i’m sorry i can’t do this.” you stand up from his bed and walk out of his bedroom. you can hear joe’s footsteps following behind you. “y/n please don’t leave.” you don’t respond and continue walking towards his front door, but before you can open it, joe’s hand is on the doorknob. “don’t do this. don’t take that job. stay here with me, just give this a chance. please.” you find the courage to look up, and you see a tear going down his cheek. “joey listen, if you had told me this a long time ago, i would have given us a chance, and i wouldn’t take the job. it’s too late for us. i’m sorry joe, but i have to go.” he says nothing and lets go of the doorknob. you open the door and begin walking towards your car. the moment you get in and lock your doors, you break down. of course you’re in love with joe, but this is your dream job. you can’t let anything or anyone stand in the way of that, not even joe. you compose yourself and put your car into drive, not looking back. deep down you know you’ve made the right choice, but you can’t help but think about what could’ve been.

#joe burrow #joe burrow x reader #joe burrow imagine #joe burrow oneshot #joe burrow fic #joe burrow fan fic #joe burrow angst #joe burrow fluff #joe burrow smut #nfl #cincinnati #cincinatti bengals

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joeshiestyslover · 1 year

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me and joe 🤝 being cat people

#joe burrow #joe shiesty #joe burrow edit #nfl #cincinnati #cincinnati bengals #lsu #lsu football #lsu tigers

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joeshiestyslover · 1 year

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i love u

pairing: lsu!fratboy!joe burrow x volleyballplayer!reader

summary: sometimes all you need to forgive your ex is two nosy best friends

warnings: language, angst, sad joe, some fluff at the end

a/n: y’all part 2 of i hate u is finally here!!! i’m so sorry i haven’t been active! hope y’all enjoy 🫶🫶

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the past few weeks have been complete and total hell for you. you can’t even look at joe without feeling the urge to break down and cry. you try to avoid him and his teammates at all costs, including ja’marr. you’ve been sitting on the opposite side of the room, not wanting to tell him about what happened with his best friend, but be probably already knows.

ever since that night with your ex-boyfriend, you’ve been completely self isolating. when every you’re not in class or at volleyball practice, you’re in your dorm room. eve has felt so guilty because she was basically the reason you and joe got into the argument in the first place, but you constantly assure her it wasn’t her fault. you love eve, but if there’s one thing she’s good at, it’s getting into your business. she’s been begging you to talk joe ever since you told him to get the fuck out of your room, and you tell her no every time. little do you know, her and ja’marr have been plotting for the past week to get you and joe to get back together, at the very least stand each other.

you are walking out of your econ class when you think you hear someone calling your name. you ignore it, thinking it’s your imagination until you feel a tap on your shoulder. you turn around, and behind you stands ja’marr; your eyes widen. “hey y/n. can we talk?” he asks you. “umm yeah sure.” you reply to him , not having the energy to argue. ja’marr leads you down the hallway so you’re both outside a storage closet. “so, why did you want to talk to me?” you question, stuffing your hands into your jacket pockets. “i’m sorry.” he tells you. “for what?” you ask him, confused. “for this.” ja’marr then shoves you into the closet you were just standing in front of. before you’re able to push against the door, it’s slammed shut and locked from the outside. “ja’marr let me out you dumbass! what the fuck is wrong with you?!” you begin to pound your fist on the door, but you get no response. he probably walked away, but why would he lock you in here in the first place, you think.

you stand there for a bit before your thoughts are interrupted by the door opening. you think it’s ja’marr or someone else saving you from being trapped, but you notice another person being pushed into the closet to join you. as the door closes, you hear a, “what the hell?! let me out!” oh no. your heart drops as you hear the voice of the guy you’ve been avoiding for the past two weeks. “shit.” you whisper to yourself.

“y/n?” joe asks you, somehow hearing your voice. “joe” you reply to him coldly. “did you get locked in here too?” he inquires. “no, i just decided to chill out in here for a few hours!” you exclaim sarcastically. joe lets out a sigh, hopefully he’s finally given up at starting a conversation with you as if you’re best buds.

“y/n” joe speaks up again. you ignore him, not wanting a replay of a few weeks ago. “y/n please say something, anything.” he pleads. “i have nothing to say to you. i’ve already said everything i needed to.” you cross your arms over your chest, not even looking him in the eye. “okay fine then i’ll talk.” you continue to avoid his eye line. “i will never stop telling you how sorry i am for what i did. i was a stupid and an asshole. i lost sight of myself and i became someone that i didn’t like. you never deserved that. i hate myself for how i ended it with you. i’m so, so sorry.” you don’t know what to say because you really wanna forgive him, but you don’t know if you can. he hurt you more than anyone else has in your life. how do you even begin to forgive someone for that?

“joe, i understand that you feel sorry now, but you didn’t feel sorry when it first happened. you seemed to be having the time of your life, partying and hooking up with random girls while i was at home crying my eyes out every night wondering why you didn’t want me anymore. tell me, was it easy for you to forget me?” “trust me, there was never a moment where you weren’t on my mind. i thought i did what was right at first, but as time went on, i realized that i had made the biggest mistake of my life. i tried to text you, call you, and even dm you on instagram, but you blocked me, which i completely understand by the way.” joe tells you, starting to become desperate.

“you still hurt me joe. you made me feel as if i did something wrong, like i wasn’t enough for you. i thought that you left me for someone better.” you tell him while looking at your shoes. “it’s not your fault. it has never been your fault. stop beating yourself up over something i did. i promise you i found no one else that was better than you because there is no one better. i will never find anyone i love more than you. you are truly the most amazing and the most beautiful girl i have ever met. you’re it for me y/n.” “really?” you ask him, becoming more open to the idea of forgiving him. “i promise. i love you y/n, i never stopped.” you’re finally able to look him in the eyes. “oh joe, i never stopped loving you either, but i won’t forgive except under one condition.” “anything.” you replies, hope beginning to gleam in his eyes. “you never, ever pull shit like this again. if you do, don’t expect another chance.” you state. “done. i promise i won’t break your heart again.” he begins to step closer to you. “will you kiss me now?” you ask, looking up at the blue eyes you fell in love with when you were six. joe smiles and leans his head down while cupping the sides of your face. you close your eyes and wait until joe’s lips meet yours.

you two stay like this for a while before you hear the door open. you and joe both look towards the open door and see ja’marr and eve with shit eating grins on their faces. “i told you it would work!” eve turns towards ja’marr. “you guys planned this?!” you yell at the both of them. “well yeah. we had to get you both to make up somehow, you guys were fucking miserable! and we need our quarterback to actually make plays, you know.” ja’marr tells the two of you. “i’m sorry we had to do it like this but we were desperate.” “i hate how you did it, but thank you.” joe says, looking at you lovingly. you look back at him and give him a quick peck on the lips. “awww!” you hear ja’marr and eve exclaim. “shut up.” you and joe tell your friends before letting out a loud laugh. you start to feel like your old self again. it’s as if nothing changed, and you couldn’t be happier.

#joe burrow #joe burrow x reader #joe burrow imagine #joe burrow oneshot #joe burrow fic #joe burrow fan fic #joe burrow angst #joe burrow fluff #lsu!joe burrow #lsu #lsu tigers #lsu football

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joeshiestyslover · 1 year

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y’all i’m so sorry i haven’t been posting joe fics i’ve been super busy lately but i promise part 2 of i hate u will be out later today

goddamn 😮‍💨😮‍💨

#joe burrow #joe burrow x reader #joe burrow imagine #joe burrow oneshot #joe burrow fic #joe burrow fan fic #joe burrow angst #joe burrow fluff #nfl #cincinnati #cincinatti bengals

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joeshiestyslover · 1 year

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the HEAD i would give sam hubbard after that pick 6 😮‍💨😮‍💨

#sam hubbard #nfl #cincinatti bengals #cincinatti

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joeshiestyslover · 1 year

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OH MY GOD???!!

LORD PLEASE

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joeshiestyslover · 1 year

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i hate u

pairing: lsu!fratboy!joe burrow x volleyballplayer!reader

summary: you and joe were together before he transferred to lsu, when he broke your heart, but what happens when you end up transferring to the same college?

warnings: language, angst, joe’s an asshole

a/n: i got some inspo from a request and tied in a sza song bc i love her. also there will be a part 2

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today’s the day your entire life changes, but little do you know, in more ways than one. a couple months ago just before your junior year ended, you were offered an athletic scholarship to play volleyball for lsu instead of ohio state. you immediately accepted because as much as you love your home state, you were tired of sitting on the bench waiting to finally play on the court. lsu offered you a starting position, so you would’ve been crazy to not say yes.

you’re ready to leave ohio behind and forget the bad memories, well one bad memory in particular. you began dating your childhood best friend in college, after waiting for him to love you back your entire childhood. ever since you met, you both were inseparable, doing absolutely everything together, including college when you both were accepted to ohio state. the moment you started dating, you were the happiest you had been in a long time, and that happiness you thought would last forever, it only lasted three years.

he decided to transfer from ohio state to lsu to play football because he was never given the chance to be starting quarterback, and lsu just happened to give him that chance. you were worried at first because he was going to be the furthest away that he had ever been, but he was quick to reassure you everything was going to be fine and that he was never going to forget about you or neglect you.

oh, how you wish you never believed his bullshit lies.

after a couple weeks of him being in louisiana, he started to call less, basically ignoring your entire existence. you had planned to talk to him about it one night over facetime, but that morning you received a text from him that simply read, i think we need to take a break. you texted and called himnumerous times, trying to get him to explain, but he never responded or picked up your calls. after hundreds of unread texts and voicemails, you gave up. you still tried to keep up with him, looking at his social media accounts, until one day, when you checked a post he was tagged in, you saw him at a party making out with a girl that was perched on his lap. your heart broke, and you decided to block him on everything so you could move on; something that he had clearly already done.

you are currently carrying the last of your boxes into your dorm room, chatting with your new roommate, eve. “so, why’d you transfer here again?” she asks you. “volleyball. i was tired of sitting on the bench all season.” you respond. “all season? damn.” “yeah i know. it fucking sucked, but that’s why i’m here now.” you tell eve. you finally finish carrying your boxes, and you decide to unpack tomorrow. you lie down onto your bed with a huff, “i forgot how much i hate moving.” you joke. suddenly, you hear a knock at your door, and eve jumps up to answer it. as she opens the door, she exclaims, “joe!”

no. it can’t be.

“oh my god, you have to meet my new roommate. y/n! come over here and meet joe!” you stand up, and slowly start to make your way towards the door. you look at the man in front of you, and make eye contact with him. “y/n!” joe exclaims. “it’s good to see you!” you only offer a small smile in return. “wait, do you two know each other?” eve questions, looking between you and joe. “umm just in passing.” you say, and joe gives you a confused look. “okay? me and joe are going to a party, so i probably won’t be back until after you fall asleep; so i’ll see you later, alright?” eve says. “yeah okay.” you reply as she walks out with joe. as you shut the door, you lean your back against it. “oh my fucking god this can’t be happening to me.” you say quietly to yourself.

the next few days go by relatively smooth, with you finding your way around, getting your jersey along with your practice schedule, and adjusting to your new classes. you even were able to make a friend in your econ class, ja’marr. ja’marr told you that he’s a wide receiver for the football team, so you knew that he knows joe as well. about a week later, your roommate asks you the question you’ve been dreading. “how do you really know joe because the way he looked at you made it seem there’s more to the two of you than you let on.” you didn’t know how to answer her. you want to tell the truth, but do you want to trust someone you barely know with one of your worst memories?

“if i tell you this, you cannot tell anyone, okay?” you tell her seriously. she nods, waiting for you to continue. “so, joe and i sorta dated back when we both went to ohio state.” “oh my god really?” she asks, shocked. “wait, there’s more. not only did we date, we were best friends since like childhood. he was literally my next-door neighbor.” eve’s jaw drops. “what happened between you two?” she inquires. “he broke up with me a couple weeks after he transferred here, over text.” “no! over text?! what a douche!” she exclaims. “i know, but after a while, i got over it, and now i’m here.” you say to her. “holy shit. that’s so fucked up, and i promise i won’t tell anyone.” “thank you eve.” you tell her. “but i am going to give you my honest opinion. i think you should talk to joe.” “no.” you have no interest in talking to that sleazeball. “why not? you two can finally clear the air and move on! don’t you want that?” eve tries to reason. “if he wanted to clear the air, he would have done that when he first broke up with me instead of being a coward and not responding to my texts or calls.” you state.

almost on cue, you hear a knock at the door, maybe it’s one of eve’s friends. you really hope so. “oh hi joe. can you give me and y/n a sec? thanks.” she shuts the door, and you stand up from your bed. “do not tell me you brought him here eve!” you raise your voice slightly. “listen i had no idea about your history with him, so i invited him over here yesterday to watch a movie. i’m so sorry!” eve apologizes. “it’s fine. i’ll just go. text me when he leaves.” “come on, y/n! i think he actually wants to see you!” she says. “well, tough because i don’t want to see him.” you begin to walk towards the door. “please! just stay for a little while! if it gets too much for you, i’ll ask him to leave. please stay.” eve begs. “fine, but you owe me big time.”

eve opens the door, and there stands the boy you fell in love with almost twenty years ago. you briefly make eye contact before looking back at your roommate. “okay joe, come on in. i’ll put on the movie.” you try your best not to look at his face as you both sit down on the beanbags on your floor. the awkward silence deafening until joe speaks up, “so y/n, how have you been?” “umm since you broke my heart, then ran off like a coward? oh i’m just peachy keen!” you say back to him sarcastically, not bothering to make eye contact with him. your remark seems to shut him up until eve comes back over to the both of you after starting the movie.

all throughout the movie, you notice joe stealing glances at you every so often, but you would be lying if you said you weren’t doing the same. once the movie’s over, you’re waiting for eve to kick his sorry ass out of your dorm. for some reason, he isn’t leaving, and you try to get eve’s attention, but she’s too caught up in some conversation with joe. finally, eve walks over to you, and joe is still not leaving. “so umm, i know i said i would tell him to leave, but he wants to talk to you.” she says sheepishly. you sigh, knowing how stubborn joe can be. “five minutes. that’s it.” you tell her. she nods and walks back over to joe, and he looks back at you with a look in his eyes that you can’t quite pinpoint. “i’ll be back guys. y/n, please try not to murder him.” eve calls out to the both of you.

“so what do you want to talk about?” you ask, breaking the uncomfortable silence. “i just wanted to tell you that i’m so sorry for what i did to you. i was an asshole and you didn’t deserve it. i just want you to know i never fell out of love with you. hell, i still love you, but-” “joe, stop.” you cut him off. “you don’t get to say you’re sorry because you sure as hell weren’t sorry when you broke my heart a year ago.” you say, coldly. “i know that i can never change what i did to you, but i just want you to know that i really am sorry, even if you don’t believe me.” you can’t believe what you’re hearing. “i thought you loved me joe.” you say, feeling the tears welling up in your eyes. “i did love you! i still do!” he starts to raise his voice. “bullshit joe! you’re so fucking selfish! i don’t know why you give a shit all of a sudden! is it because you feel guilty? or do you just feel sorry for me?” you yell. “y/n-” “i don’t care anymore joe! you know why? it’s because you are not the person i fell in love with years ago!” you seethe. “i know, y/n. i know. it wasn’t fair for me to do that to you.” he tells you, looking at his shoes. “you can’t even look at me joe! i mean, did you ever realize you were hurting me? or did you just not care?” “y/n please-” “shut up joe! i hate you! it was so shitty of you to make me feel like that! god, what i would do to make you feel the way i did when you ripped out my heart and stomped on it!” your tears are falling down your face, stalling at your chin, and you don’t even bother to wipe them off. “y/n, just let me explain.” he begs you. “no! you had your chance to explain while you were off fucking random girls last year! you know what joe? fuck you!” a silence takes over the room, and you decide that you’re done with this conversation and joe. “get out.” you say calmly, looking him straight in the eye. “what?” joe’s voice wavers slightly. “you heard me. i said five minutes and it’s been five minutes. it’s time for you to leave.” “okay i understand.” he begins to walk towards you door, but stops to tell you, “just so you know, it has always been you, y/n. i never stopped loving you.”, his voice breaking on the last word, but you just give him a slight nod before he walks out of your dorm.

you walk over to your bed and sit down, staring at the ground. a wave of emotion washes over you, and you start to sob uncontrollably, your chest heaving, feeling as if you can’t breathe. you don’t notice eve being in the room until you feel you bed dip next to you, and her arms wrap around you. you lean into her as she comforts you and tries to calm you down. you don’t know when you could ever forgive joe for what he did to you, but it certainly isn’t now.

a/n: i kinda hate this but oh well

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joeshiestyslover · 1 year

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STOP PLAYIN W THEM BOYS!

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joeshiestyslover · 1 year

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demon time

SUMMARY: cigars, you, afc north king. it’s the best thing joe could ever wish for.

WARNINGS: dom!joe, cocky!joe, spanking, smut, smoking, degradation, spitting, hair-pulling, sexting, dirty talk, etc.

"You up?"

"Why?"

"I can't see my baby before my big game?"

"Never said that. Come over loser."

You don't get a message in return from Joe, rolling your eyes playfully, you know he's going to be wanting something. Putting on some booty shorts and a hoodie with no bra and no shirt underneath it. Your man wants to see you before he plays against the Ravens on Sunday.

You don't mind though, anytime with Joe is precious to you. Especially when he has you moaning his name repeatedly and losing any train of thoughts you have;

"Please Joe! It feels so good."

He smirks, playing your clit and your knees give out on you. Blushing, you hide your face from Joe. "Don't hide baby, this pussy is simply telling me who she belongs to. That's all."

You whimper slowing down your movements and Joe pulls your head back. "You can ride me better than that, love."

Feeling Joe thrust up on you makes you yelp in surprise, "I can baby." Standing back up on your feet, you slowly begin riding Joe before bending over and moving your hips back and forth.

"You love fucking me!"

Joe lays against the pillows watching you chase after your nut. Smacking your ass here and there, "You right princess, I love this pussy."

Turning your head, "Play with her then baby. It's all yours." One hand of Joe's grabs your hip, the other slightly grabbing your throat, "All mines, huh?"

Joe body moves upwards into yours, causing you to throw your head back onto his shoulder. You cry out in pleasure feeling Joe choke you harder, it always makes him feel good whenever you're absolutely fucked out.

"I'm never letting you go."

You blink. Checking the time on your phone, seeing it's eight thirty pm and you just received a message from Joe. He alerts you that he's pulling up soon, heading downstairs, you slip on your comfortable ugg slides that he bought for you. Such a gentleman yet the nastiest man in bed. You love it though.

Hearing a beep coming from your alarm system, you open your front door and walk outside seeing Joe's Porsche pull up in your driveway. Walking to the passenger side, Joe rolls down the window, "I'm staying the night. Let me park in your garage."

You perk your eyebrows up in amusement, you turn around walking towards the garage door, opening it for Joe. His car slowly puts into the house, looking so sexy being parked next to the Jeep he bought you. You two lock eyes and see a small smirk growing on his face, already knowing what he's thinking.

"Uh uh, Burrow. Don't you have an important game tomorrow?" You ask pointing a finger at him when he gets out the car with a bag on his back. "Damn, I can't spend the night with my baby? No pre-game luck?" He teases, giving you a forehead kiss and closes the garage doors.

You roll your eyes, walking back inside the house with Joe hot on your tail. "You only want to come over here because you know I'll cook and iron your game day clothes for you."

"You can always move in with me," Joe says running his hands down to your ass giving it a generous squeeze gaining a moan from you. Joe's been trying to get you to move in with him since hitting the second year anniversary of you two's relationship.

"Fu-ck.. I would love to baby, I just don't wanna disturb your peace." You answer honestly, turning around to wrap your arms around Joe's waist. Joe huffs out a laugh, shaking his head, "You never interrupt my peace. I always want more of you."

"Are you sure..? I don't know baby, I'm scared."

Joe stares at you in confusion before pulling your braids away from your face, "Scared of what? Baby.. you're the best thing that's ever happened to me. I love you and need you, all the time. Your presence brings me happiness. You make me weak, my kryptonite. I'm not forcing you to move in with me, but I'm trying to build a family with you. I want to marry you baby."

You try to find the words to respond to Joe but there's no sound coming from your mouth. "I.. I don't know what to say Joe.. if you mean it, I'll move in with you."

Joe gasps and he shows off that smile that you love to see, "Really?!" He excitedly asks and picks you up, twirling the both of you around. You laugh loudly holding on tightly to Joe, "Yes! I'll move in with you Joesph."

Joe slowly puts you down on your feet, pulling you into his body by your throat and giving you a long tongue kiss. You both moan into the kiss, also feeling how your nipples are becoming hard against Joe's broad chest.

Joe sucks on your bottom lip, hearing you whimper against him, "Louder babe. You're so pretty when I'm making you feel good. Isn't that right?"

You murmur a low yes, grinding your lower body into Joe's, he grabs your hips stopping your movements. "If only I didn't have that game tomorrow, you'd be a slutty little whore for me right now. So fucked out and wouldn't be able to walk nor talk the next morning."

You feel your panties get damp, closing your your legs tight. Joe notices and grins, "I forgot. My princess loves when I degrade her, you love when I talk to you like that? Hm? Always wanting to be fucked, slut. You know daddy has a big game tomorrow."

"You started it!" You whine and Joe's eyes darken in your direction. Shivering, you attempt to back away from Joe but he pulls you closer to him, not even thinking it was possible. "Where you going? You're going to wish you never yelled at me, after tomorrow, mark my words, princess."

Pouting, you tug Joe down to you, kissing his lips softly. He laughs evilly, pushing you back into a wall and smacking your ass.

Punishment from Joe only meant you not being able to properly walk and talk for a whole day. If they win tomorrow, you definitely are going to be in for a long night. Joe had told you whenever they clinch the AFC North, he plans on doing his traditional cigar smoking with his teammates. For you, it means getting fucked until you're not able to think straight for a while.

"I'm tempted to bend you over right now, but I won't. You'll see tomorrow, let's eat dinner and go to sleep, yeah?" Joe grabs your chin, making you look directly into his dark eyes.

"But.." Joe holds his hand up, "I asked for a rebuttal, mama?" You shake your head no and Joe smiles, "I thought so. You're already on the edge with me, don't push it."

"Yes sir."

- - - -

You went to sleep horny. While Joe slept peacefully next to you. He teased you numerous of times throughout dinner. You couldn't do anything about it, you're frustrated. Having to wait until after the game is over to get what you want from Joe.

The next morning, you woke up before Joe, taking a shower and making sure you smell really good for your man. He wakes up while you're brushing teeth, smelling flowers due to the bath scrub and soap you used on your body. He smiles walking in the bathroom as you rinse your mouth out, running his hand over your ass.

"Good morning beautiful," He says kisses your cheek and you blush, not even able to contain the small giggle that comes out your mouth.

"Morning Joey." You reply, turning around to give him a kiss on his lips. He returns the kiss, humming in content. "You promise to be a good girl today? I'm thinking about spanking you with my hand but I can always use the whip. The choice is yours, mama."

"I promise to be a good girl, today. Please daddy can you go easy on me?" You plead wrapping your arms around Joe's neck.

"Begging for me to go easy on you? Are you taking me as a joke, baby?" Joe chuckles, grabbing your hair and pulling it back hard but not enough to hurt you. You moan putting your hand on Joe's arm to hold yourself up.

"No sir."

"Good.. that's so good. I'm going to take a shower and get ready. Can you iron my outfit babe? It's placed on the table downstairs." Joe asks letting your hair go and pulling you in for a kiss. You momentarily forget what Joe asks until his lips pull away from yours, "I-I.. can baby. I'll do that."

Joe backs away from you and watches you walk out the bathroom, "I hope you've been stretching, daddy needs to see that pussy up close when I get home." Blushing, you walk downstairs, hoping that you also stretched, if not, you would before the game starts.

After ironing his clothes and stretching your legs, you finally put on your outfit for the game and Joe comes downstairs in nothing but a towel that's low on his waist. Pulling you into his side, he grabs your ass, "You ironed my clothes baby?"

"Yes baby, I did." You pointed towards his clothes and Joe kisses your cheek before heading over to his clothes. You think you need to have a few shots of liquor before the day gets going.

Joe laughs quietly to himself, seeing you out the corner of his eye, take a shot. He loves to tease you, get you all sexually frustrated, just to make you cry on his dick. Works every-time.

Joe decides wether or not he sure tempt you more. Smirking to himself, he finishes putting on his clothes, walking up behind you, "Such a pretty outfit. Change."

"Change?"

"I didn't stutter sweetheart. Change." Joe remarks, up to a challenge. You roll your eyes before putting your glass in the sink, "I'm not changing Joseph."

Joe raises his eyebrow at your response, "Remember that," grabbing you by your shirt, he pulls you into him. "You want me to ruin you, don't you mama? I think you love it when I fuck you senseless. Such a whore, always wanting to get fucked by daddy."

You open your mouth for any rebuttal but you can't, choosing the best option, silence. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to find my Cartier glasses. Wearing them just for you, remember when you made me keep them on while you rode me? That was the best feeling in the world. That pretty pussy squeezing my dick."

Flushed and frustrated, you stomp upstairs hearing Joe laugh loudly. He won again, and you hated how easily he can make you eat your words. "Don't run baby, I don't like that."

Joe hears the bedroom door slam and smirks, it's so easy for him.

- - - -

The car ride didn't make nothing any better. Joe constantly squeezing your thighs or if there was a red light, he'd reach over for a kiss; pulling you in by your throat. You just wanted to play with yourself at this point, this torture by Joe is eating you alive. You don't know how much longer you have until the walls break.

"Good luck baby, I'll be rooting for you in the stands. Go kick ass." You encourage, kissing Joe slowly and he moans in the kiss. Placing a hand on your core, Joe squeezes softly and you jump, "Love how wet your pussy is baby."

He winks at you before closing the car door and walking off. You lay your head the wheel, may the Lord get you through this day.

You meet other Bengals WAGs in the stands, it's hard to really have a good time when your pussy is over flowing. Panties soaked and it's only one o'clock. The boys are ready for kick off. Evan kicks it back to the Ravens and you do a silent prayer, praying for a win today.

The game is finally over and you wait a while to head down towards the tunnel. It's not the best option, knowing Joe will be upset with you but you at least want him to spend time with his teammates. You open your phone seeing a message from him;

"Where. Are. You? I'd hate to fuck you up in front of everyone, princess."

"I'm coming, I'm sorry."

"The pussy going to be so creamy once I'm finished with you."

You turn your phone off and pack your belongings, taking your time to head towards the locker room. Ja'Marr and Tee spot you, peeking their head inside to alert Joe. He comes out a few seconds later, walking up to you. "I hate waiting. You know this."

"I just thought you wanted to spend time with your teammates."

"No, you want to tempt me even more. You know what you were doing." Joe looks around before grabbing your throat and you moan, he puts his other hand over your mouth.

He leans down to whisper in your ear, "I don't want to hear a word you got to say, wait in the car." Joe lets go of your neck and walks back in the locker room. You turn your head to see if anybody saw what just happened, but nobody's in the area and you angrily head back to the car.

It's an hour, or two, until Joe slips inside the car and laughs at your face. You should've just drove home and left him to get an Uber. But you really waited, such a good girl, Joe thinks.

The closer you two get to the house, the closer you get anxious to what Joe will do to you. You feel a little excited seeing he has cigars, hoping that he'll blow smoke in your face or maybe smoke while he's rearranging your guts from the back.

You pull into the garage and cut the car off, "Go inside, what you waiting for?"

Slowly getting out the car, you close the door before opening the door to the inside, dropping the keys on the table and walking upstairs to the bedroom. Joe locks up everything and closes the door to the garage, taking off his shoes, he's fucking with you.

You open the bedroom door, taking off your shoes and walking over to the bed. Slowly unzipping your pants, you hear a low growl behind you. "Hurry up and undress, slut."

Pulling down your pants, you kick them off your legs, Joe walks over and sits on the bed in front of you. Watching how fast you're taking off your outfit. Once you're finished, you stand with your hands behind your back.

"Kneel. Now."

You sink to your knees, Joe leans over the nightstand and grabs a pair of handcuffs. He stands up and walks behind you, handcuffing your wrist. "You ain't going nowhere tonight."

"Daddy.."

Pulling you on the bed, Joe smacks your ass,"Shut that shit up."

He rips your panties in half, "When I spank you, count, understood?"

"Yes," you respond in a low voice. The first hit comes unexpected and you loudly moan, "One!"

He spanks you harder the next time, seeing you jump, your pussy getting wetter by the minute, "Two!"

"You love this shit, look at all that wetness running down your legs and I haven't even fucked you." Joe pulls your hair slightly, gaining eye contact with you.

"Continue to count, we're not finished."

You think it's slap number eight when you start to stutter and Joe laughs in your face. "Open your mouth," he orders and you do, he spits and kisses you immediately. You moan and stick your tongue down Joe's throat.

"Loving the fact that somebody spits in your mouth is nasty, but you don't care, right? You like that I'm treating you like this." Joe puts you back on your knees, he pulls his pants and boxers down.

His lengthy size hits your cheek and you bite your lip, "I'm going to face fuck you. Yeah?"

"Yes sir."

Joe prepare his dick and you open your mouth, waiting to get face fucked at any moment. He grabs the back of your head and your mouth is suddenly all over his dick. He bobs your head up and down, slowly thrusting inside of your mouth.

"Yeah, suck daddy's dick. Just like that." Joe makes you gag for a few seconds before pulling you off his dick to catch your breath. Mascara has run down your face and there's slob all over the bottom of your mouth. Joe almost cums off the sight of this alone.

"Damn, my baby so pretty right this moment." Joe praises and you whimper at his words, "May I continue getting face fucked daddy? I want it bad."

You kiss the tip of Joe's dick, before taking him in your mouth again and feeling Joe hand guide you up and down. "That mouth too good baby, fuck."

Joe pushes your head down, holding it for a few seconds hearing the way you moan. "You want this nut down your throat?"

Your words are mumbled, though Joe can understand that you're saying yes. He thrusts his hips, tossing his head back due to the feeling of your mouth around him. It only takes a few more minutes before he's shooting his seed down your throat.

Joe pulls your mouth off his dick again, "Open that mouth. Let me see you swallow baby."

You slowly open your mouth, trying to not let any nut spill onto the carpet. You swallow all of Joe's cum, giving him a wicked smile once you're finished. "I did it daddy."

"Fuck, you're unbelievable." Joe pulls you up off your knees, taking the handcuffs off your wrist. Pushing you on the bed, Joe smacks your ass and you fall on your stomach.

"You don't get to cum until I tell you so," Joe says flipping you on your back and pushing your legs to your chest.

Joe lines himself up with your entrance, stroking your clit teasingly. You grab onto his shoulders when he slowly enters you, giving you time to adjust to his size. Joe's thrust are slow for a minute, until he starts ramming your pussy.

You're sure your moans are so loud the neighbors are probably concerned. But you don't care, your man is currently beating your pussy up. Thrusting and hitting your g-spot, you squirt all over Joe. His shirts and yours are drenched in your orgasm, slowly down his movements to take off whatever clothing you two have on left. Once he's done, Joe leans down, kissing you while pounding into you with no regard.

"Fuck.. J.. Joey!" You yell out and Joe lowers his head into your neck, leaving love bites. You're his and he doesn't mind proving his point to the world.

"You feel so good around me," Joe groans in your ear, you wrap your legs around his waist. He's probably close to nutting in you, you smile and open your mouth, wanting Joe to spit in it again. He gets the memo and spits, watching you swallow his spit, Joe smiles at you and sucks on your bottom lip.

"I'm nutting in you baby." Joe moans and you lift your legs up even higher, wanting to watch him. He cums in your pussy after a few more hard thrust, pulling out slowly Joe lays on his back and you crawl up his body.

Joe grabs a cigar from off the dresser, lighting it up, he blows smoke from the cigar into your face and you love it. Your man fucking you while smoking is the hottest thing ever.

“Ride me baby,” Joe requests and you squat, lowering yourself on Joe’s dick. Joe’s hands finds your hips, helping you find a rhythm. Joe finds cloud nine while his dick is hitting all the right spots.

“Oh shit! Baby!” You throw your head back, bouncing up and down on Joe’s dick. You felt like you have all the control in the world, yet you don’t, Joe pulls your hair, kissing your neck.

“I’m still in charge, don’t forget.” Joe thrusts up in you and you play with your pussy, chasing after your second nut.

“I wanna cum! I wanna cum on your dick, pretty please. I deserve it, I’m such a good girl daddy.” You beg Joe and he puts his chest against your back, pumping his dick into you.

“I’m nutting in you again baby, let daddy have it.” Joe coos in your ear and you turn around, kissing him sloppily. You coming all over Joe’s dick makes him nut in you for the second time tonight and you whimper, feeling him pull out of you. He places the cigar on the dresser and gets up from the bed.

You lay down, your makeup is smeared, your legs are numbed, hair a mess, but it doesn’t matter. You deserve this, your body feels so good right now.

Joe returns from the bathroom with a wet cloth, he opens your legs slowly, cleaning you up. Kissing on your stomach, you sigh in relaxation. “Thank you for that, I needed that.” You tell Joe and he sends you a smile.

“Anything for you, I’d love to fuck you like that again to always see you like this.”

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joeshiestyslover · 1 year

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phone calls and quick confessions

note 1/2: yall i was half sleep writing/rewriting most of this fic and i don't know how to write endings. if its bad, its bad and thats okay cause im rusty! also me vs titling my fics like austin and ally episodes

warnings: i didn't proofread shit 😭

category: fluff

lowercase is intentional

in your short time with joe, you could tell he was special. your relationship began 4 months ago when you met him at a party. you two immediately hit it off but agreed to take things slowly due to your work schedule and the upcoming nfl season. as you both became closer, your feelings for joe began to grow stronger. but, you liked what you both had going and decided to keep those feelings to yourself in the meantime. though you and joe texted almost every day, calling each other was a rarity. joe didn’t enjoy speaking on the phone all that much and you respected that completely. but sometimes, you needed to call joe, whether it was to clear something up or just to hear his voice. tonight it was the latter.

brnnng… brnnng…

“hello,” you heard joe croak out on the other end of the line. you began to feel guilty, for calling him so late, “oh shit, did i wake you up? im sorry joe i can hang up right now and let you get some sleep.” joe chuckled sleepily. you could almost see the shit eating grin on his face, it was like he knew he was making you nervous, “no it's fine what do you need?” you paused for a moment. “well, i… i just wanted to hear your voice” damn way to make it obvious you thought.

“you called me at one in the morning. because you wanted to hear my voice,” he questioned. “there's always a reason when you call. what’d you really need?” “i didn’t need anything, i just wanted to talk to you. honest,” you replied.

“alright, what did you want to talk about.” you thought about it for a second, coming up blank, “i don’t know.” joe sighed on the other end of the line as you heard him shifting around in his bed. “i have practice in the morning, y/n. “i said you could head back to bed, sir.” you giggled. “and im gonna do that right now” he yawned “but text me in the morning and we cam talk then, okay?” you let out a small sigh, “alright, j.”

“goodnight,” he said.

“goodnight, i love you,” you responded.

beep beep beep.

when you set your phone down it hit you, you’d just told joe that you loved him. “fuck!” you yelled, sitting straight up in bed. you two hadn’t really discussed your feelings outside of liking each other, so you had no clue if love was even in the equation yet. maybe he didn’t hear it? god, you really hoped he hadn’t heard that. but, you had to wait until morning, because for now. all you wanted to was forget you had made that stupid phone call at all.

the next day

you woke up the next morning and glanced at your clock, 6:55 AM. remembering the events of last night a wave of regret washed over instantly. how exactly do you talk through being in love with a guy you just started dating? before you could make any decision of how to go about it, someone began knocking at your door.

“who the hell is here this early?” you muttered as you made your way out of your bedroom. you looked through your peephole, only to see joe pacing back and forth in front of your apartment.

“shit!” you whisper yelled, as you reluctantly poked your head out of the door. “hi jo-” “you told me you loved me” “good morning to you too joe.” “you told me you loved me.” he said a bit slower than the first time. you paused for a second, thinking about what you could do next. “how about we discuss this inside?” joe nodded, and you opened the door all the way to let him.

once you were both situated on the couch, joe broke the silence with a question, “did you mean it?” “mean what?” “cut the crap, y/n. when you said ‘i love you’ did you mean it?” you thought about for a moment before responding, “i did, and it's completely fine if you think its too soon and we dont have to even mention it again until you're ready. i really like what we have going and i dont-” before you could finish your sentence joe pressed a tender kiss to your lips, causing you to feel warm all over.

when you pulled away, joe smiled as you leaned closer to him, “you’ve been doing a lot of cutting me off this morning.” you smirked. “i love you too,” he said, before pulling you into another kiss. maybe that phone call wasn't so stupid at all.

note 2/2: hella nervous to post this but we back at it after 2 years 😁 okay bye love yall

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joeshiestyslover · 1 year

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the cigar

pairing: joe burrow x reader

summary: after the bengals once again win afc north, joe busts out the cigar, and it always makes you absolutely feral

warnings: SMUT, language, oral (m receiving), p in v action, aftercare, pillowtalk, lots of fluff at the end

a/n: i just HAD to write this after tonight. joe is so fine i need him. btw i def recommend listening to the song i linked below while reading 🤭

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masterlist

you were biting your nails throughout the entire game against the ravens. this was one of the biggest games of the season and the last of the regular season. you knew that this game basically determines everything, and once the bengals won, you felt a large wave of relief wash over you. you are so proud of your boyfriend and how far he’s come; starting the season 0-2, and now an afc north champion going to the playoffs.

now, you’re in your shared home with joe, opting to go home right after the game ended because you know he’ll be home later than usual. most likely doing press and celebrating with his teammates. you’re lying in your bed, scrolling through your instagram feed when you notice joe posted something on his story. you click on it and you see the hottest thing you have ever seen: a photo of joe in the locker room, wearing his afc north t-shirt, his football pants, and cleats, with a cigar hanging out of his mouth. you immediately felt your panties start to dampen with arousal. you rub your thighs together to get some friction, but it does nothing to help the growing ache in your core.

you decide to take shower and distract yourself before joe comes home. the shower last longer than you would care to admit, and once you turn off the shower, you walk out and wipe the some condensation off the mirror. you brush out your hair and do your skincare routine. when you finish, you walk out of the bathroom while texting back one of your friends that congratulated you for joe winning the game. you walk past the bed, and head to the dresser to grab some pajamas, and somehow, you fail to notice your boyfriend sitting up against the headboard and checking you out. you pick out a tank top along with some sleep shorts, and you let your towel drop so you can get changed. you then hear a low wolf whistle from behind you and you quickly turn around, and much to your surprise you see joe on your bed shamelessly looking you up and down. you quickly realize you’re completely naked, so you try to put on your clothes before joe walks over to you and stops you.

“no, leave ‘em off. we still gotta celebrate my big win, right baby?” he smirks down at you. you look back up at joe and notice his eyes have become significantly darker, much opposed to his usual icy blue. you nod while biting your lip, and you look down suddenly becoming shy. joe notices this, and lifts your chin up with his hand, forcing your eyes to meet his. “oh come on y/n, don’t get all shy on me now.” he then leads you over to the bed and sits you down on the edge. joe grabs your throat softly, and leans down to kiss you. his tongue swirling into your mouth as he slightly squeezes your neck, making you moan into his mouth. his other hand trails down your chest, grabbing one of your boobs and pinching your hardened nipple. it slowly goes down your stomach, all the way to the place you need him the most. “look at you, all wet and i’ve barely even touched you.” joe says against your lips, and he slowly starts to rub your aching clit in circles with his thumb.

joe pulls away and stands over you, his hand still on your neck. your face is directly in front of his clothed bulge, and joe notices you staring at it. “you wanna suck me baby?” you nod, not being able to form words. “i need words honey, or else you don’t get anything at all.” he threatens. “yes joey please let me suck your cock, please.” you look up with him with the best doe eyes you can manage. “good girl. go ahead then, suck me.” the hand that was originally around your throat now rest on the back of your head. you move your own hands down to his black pants that he must’ve changed back into before he left the stadium. you pull them down, along with his boxers, exposing his enlarged and veiny cock. you wrap your hand around him and begin to stroke him up and down. you look up and joe and see him lean his head back and softly groan, this gives you all the confidence you need to take him into your mouth. you start slowly inching your mouth down his cock until it hits the back of your throat, making you gag slightly, the back of your throat squeezing around joe making him moan louder than before. you slowly move your head up and down his dick, while your tongue trails the underside of him. you begin to pick up your pace, soon finding your rhythm. joe’s hand still rests on the back of your head, not forcing you down his cock, but just giving you a little push. his hips starting to softly thrust up into your mouth, once again making you gag. you hollow out your cheeks, so you can take even more of him into your mouth, joe’s groans only get louder. you can tell he’s getting close because you feel him start to twitch in your mouth and his thrusts start getting more and more desperate. you look up at him, and see his eyes squeezed shut with his head thrown back. the sight making you moan, and the vibration around his dick is all joe needs to finally cum down your throat. you suck all the cum out of him until he pushes your head back and pull his cock out of your mouth. “fuck, i’ll never get over how good your mouth feels.” he says before he leans down to kiss you once again, joe being able to taste himself on your tongue.

joe lies you down on the bed, and crawls on top of you. he reaches both his hands up to grasp your boobs as he grinds his hard dick against your aching pussy. you whine, wanting more, “joe please i need you inside me. i can’t wait anymore.” you beg him. “don’t worry baby, i’m gonna take care of you. i promise.” he sits up a bit so he can line his cock up with your slit. joe rubs his tip against you a few times, teasing you, and just before you can whine about it, he pushes into you slowly. you and joe haven’t had sex in about a week, so you have to get adjust to his size again. “joe” you moan out, “shhh you can take it, you’re doing so well.” he praises. once he bottoms out, joe slides out, so only his tip is still in you, and slams back into you, making you scream out. “oh fuck you feel so good y/n.” joe groans. after a few seconds, joe finds his rhythm, “please don’t stop.” “trust me baby, i’m not gonna stop.” joe responds. you pull joe’s head down so his lips meet yours, and the kiss is anything but soft, with your teeth and tongues clashing together. his lips trail from your cheek, to your jawline, then stop at your neck, sucking and biting numerous spots. joe’s left hand finds your waist as his right one finds your clit, rubbing it sensually. you can feel your high approaching, and joe knows it. “you gonna cum for me honey?” he asks. you nod furiously. he leans his head so his lips are ghosting your ear, “then beg for it.” joe whispers. “mmm” you whine out. “beg me to cum or else you won’t cum at all.” he directs you. “joe please let me cum, please i need it so bad. it feels too good please.” you moan out desperately. “good girl, that’s it let it out. let me feel you cum around me. come on y/n.” his words are all you need to fall over the edge, the white hot pleasure blinding you for a moment as you moan loudly. you know the neighbors can hear you by now, but you couldn’t care less; the only thing you care about being the fine as fuck man pounding you into oblivion. seconds later, you feel joe’s thrusts start to stammer as he reaches his own high. he stills inside you for a few seconds as he cums groaning loudly as well. he lies down on top of you for a while before he pulls out.

joe gets up and walks into the bathroom, and a few seconds later he returns with a damp washcloth to clean you up. he goes between your legs, and softly wipe his cum off of you, placing a light kiss on your clit once he’s done. he throws the washcloth back into the bathroom, then comes back into the bedroom and slides in the bed next you. “congratulations on the win today joey. i’m so fucking proud of you.” you smile at him. “i couldn’t have done it without you baby. you’re my good luck charm.” joe replies, wrapping his arm around you to pull you closer. you lay your head on his chest, “the cigar was so fucking hot by the way” you let the words slip out of your mouth before you could think. you can hear your boyfriend chuckle above you. “yeah? did that turn you on?” he looks down at you. “shut up.” you retort, softly smiling. “i love you honey.” you hear joe tell you before you’re able to doze off. “i love you too joey.”

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