#Joe burrow smut
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summary → he’s the quarterback of the cincinnati bengals, a worldwide heartthrob with an ego the size of lake erie—but does he have the heart to match it? you’re the bengals newest cheerleader, desperate to prove how much you deserve your spot on the team. it doesn’t take much to catch the eye of joe burrow, however that isn’t necessarily a good thing when you’re told that any romantic relations between cheerleaders and players is strictly prohibited.
warnings → strong language, mentions of sex
word count → 3.3k
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SERIES MASTERLIST
Chapter 5
After you and Joe had come close to being caught in his locker room, both of you decided it was best to make a swift exit plan that let you both make it to the parking lot unscathed and unsuspecting. You departed first, quickly turning the corner and leaving the hallway with your bag slung over your shoulder. Joe had in fact kept your panties, taunting you for a minute and motioning for you to attempt to grab them from him. Spooked by the disturbance, you only told him that he now owes you two pairs.
Joe left a few minutes after you, taking a completely different hallway out of the facility and practically bouncing on the balls of his feet. He asked to see you before you’d split, so the fact that he knew he was going to follow you back to your apartment had seemingly put a bit of pep in his step. You watched him cross the large parking lot, waving at you and smiling in a way that left you shaking your head and laughing. He must have changed clothes before he walked out, adorning a pair of shorts and a black jacket overtop his white hoodie.
The drive was quiet, save for the few times Joe would purposefully begin to ride the ass of your car or honk like you had done something wrong. Funny, you bit back some amusement as you let the horn blare right back at him. He was unlike any guy you had been with in that aspect, his humor was genuine and never had anything to do with making you feel bad about yourself or to poke fun. His jokes never cut deep, which was rare in your few relationships thus far.
Joe parked beside you in your unit’s garage. His Porsche most definitely stood out amongst the line of cars, sleek and spotless as if he had just taken it through the car wash. Everything about him was so clean and prim and proper, it intimidated you now more than ever. A sudden feeling of insecurity washed over you, wondering if he was silently judging you and your life. You couldn’t help gazing down at the steering wheel, thinking endlessly about how much Joe really possessed in athleticism, riches, and looks compared to your ex-boyfriends.
Suddenly his knuckle wrapped against your window, “You got mac ‘n’ cheese up there? Tell me that doesn’t sound so good right now.”
You couldn’t help laughing at him, his so-casual words through the window that you rolled down. He leaned into your car, arms folded so his chin rested on them as he perched and tilted his head to the side. He looked inside of your car now, having never seen it. His legs were so long, you noted once again as you breathed another chuckle at his stature. He merely shook his head, waiting for a response about the food.
“I think I have the little Kraft cups. I might have some of the normal boxes, it might be Velvetta, though,” you watched as he gave you an eyeroll.
“You think one of those cups is gonna sustain me? I’m insulted,” he placed a hand on his heart and finally pulled his head out of the car. He opened the car door for you, motioning for you to step out with an outstretched hand for your bag. “I was practically inhaling those things at eight. You can’t seriously be full off one.”
“Excuse me, Joe. Not all of us are..” you spoke with booming amusement and sarcasm, prepared to give a dramatic reenactment as you approached the elevator. “The one, the only Joe Burrow! Heartthrob NFL quarterback, generous philanthropist, sexiest–”
“Ah okay, I see. Someone’s got jokes,” he interrupted, smiling ear to ear. “Please, don’t stop on my accord. What about me is so sexy?”
As you crossed the threshold and began upward in the elevator, you gave him a teasing smirk and noticed just how pink his cheeks had gotten at your comments. He was still holding your bag, bouncing up and down on his heels and occasionally glancing sidelong at you while you went up. The ride was a comfortable silence, simply peering at each other when the other was not looking in a sort of high school fashion.
Joe discarded his coat as he entered your freshly unlocked apartment, murmuring something about how he was sweating. You watched him curiously, tidying up and discarding some of the random things you and the girls had strewn around the apartment. He hadn’t ever been inside, he’d only picked you up when you went out for drinks. He definitely had no intention of masking his curiosity, he walked along the walls of your living room and noted each photo and piece of decor. He picked up a frame on the TV stand, it was a moment captured on film from your study abroad trip in Australia. His eyes scanned the photograph where you and Sydney were perched on pink beach towels, smiling drunkenly and wearing floppy hats for shade.
“What’s your life like?” He asked you, not a hint of hesitation in his question. “I know you’re a cheerleader, I know you’re going to school to become a teacher. What about all the other stuff, though?”
You paused and hummed, “I feel like my life might bore in comparison to yours.”
“I highly doubt that, but tell me anyway.”
“I grew up in a pretty rural area in Massachusetts. I have an older brother, his name is Jack. My parents have been divorced for a few years, but they stuck it out until I moved out. For better or for worse,” you told him without maintaining much eye contact. “I’m really not trying to dump all of my childhood trauma on you, I promise.”
“Y/N, what are you talking about? I asked,” Joe said, reassuring you and noting how you fiddled with the strings of the knit throw blanket. “I want to know, I really do.”
His expression was genuine, his eyes serious and fixated solely on you. He had discarded his car keys and phone on a nearby countertop, giving you his full attention as you inhaled deeper and thought seriously about what you wished to tell him. He felt unreal, like something you had dreamed up and manifested into your living room. A part of you thought you should pinch yourself and look again, sure that he would have disappeared into thin air. No, you forced yourself out of the thought and made yourself see that he was just as real and tangible as you are.
“We grew up pretty poor, for a while we were a one income household living off food stamps and just getting by. It was rough, those years especially, but we managed and eventually my mom and dad were able to save. They got into real estate later on and then opened a store, I’m grateful for all of it. I worked hard in school to help with scholarships and stuff so they wouldn’t be totally responsible for putting me through college,” the words flowed without much thought and he nodded, listening intently. “They weren’t happy. I knew it long before anyone mentioned divorce, but I was still pretty wrecked. I’m grateful, though. They gave me a great work ethic, you know just watching them build a better life for our family. I wouldn’t even live here without their help.”
“I can tell you’re a hard worker,” he was assessing you in your entirety. “Are you close with them? Your family, I mean.”
You stilled for a moment, thinking intently about the question. Joe was sitting across from you, elbows braced on his knees as he leaned into the conversation. His gaze was soft, gentle even. He wasn’t looking at you with pity, however. His expression was more of a mixture of understanding and concentration, like he was afraid to say the wrong thing.
“Not so much, no,” you answered. “But the love is still there. I just have a hard time expressing it to my family, I guess. If that makes any sense at all. With my friends, it always just comes so much easier. I’ve just always felt outside myself around my family, like they know nothing about me.”
“How does that make you feel?”
“It’s just kind of how it's always been, I guess.”
Joe listened to you for ten more minutes, not protesting when you rose from the loveseat and seemed to want to change the subject to something more positive. Following you into the kitchen, he began to look through the cupboards for something to make. It didn’t take him long before finding the Kraft cups, turning around and showing you with an eye roll. He began rattling off the nutrition label, making you raise your phone to him with a hand over your mouth as you captured a short clip of his fully serious assessment.
He continued to sift through the materials of your kitchen, finding an actual box of mac ‘n’ cheese and beginning to look for your pots and pans. You silently extended a hand, letting him take the pot from you and start cooking. You walked over to the fridge, glancing around your options for drinks.
“So I have Celsius, milk, Titos, Capri suns, and water,” you told him, cringing internally at the selection.
“What flavor Capri Sun?” He asked, stirring the food in front of him.
“Looks like… strawberry kiwi.”
“Yeah, I’ll take one of those,” he looked over his shoulder at you.
You both ate in front of the living room television, watching The Hunger Games underneath the throw blanket you had extended to him as soon as you sat down. He took it graciously, eating much faster and going back for a second helping before you’d finished even half of your bowl. You snickered softly, wondering the daily caloric intake of an NFL player and how much Joe had to eat to maintain his figure.
Once you both finished eating, he followed you into your bathroom with his bag. He took his toothpaste and toothbrush out, the set you assumed was only for practice and games. You both stood in front of the mirror, brushing silently until Joe would make a face in the mirror or you would go to rinse your brush and he would slap your ass. He took the lid of the mouthwash you had filled up, knocking it back just as you had. He stifled a laugh while you swished, pulling his phone out and taking a picture of you with your hands on your hips, eyes narrowed at him and mouth full of mouthwash.
Joe’s cold hand slid onto your upper thigh as you settled back into the couch. He pinched softly and you whacked his arm slightly harder, causing both of you to laugh as he threw his hands up in playful defense. You let him lean in as he mouthed the word ‘truce’, only to attack your middle and put you with your back on the couch. He hovered above you, pressing a chaste kiss to your neck and lips.
“Should I go?” Joe asked, looking down at his phone and realizing how late it is.
“Do you want to go?” You asked him in one breath.
The only light illuminating his face was from the movie playing in the background. Joe’s pupils were blown, his hair falling forward as he was still above you. His body pressed a fraction of his weight on you, both of your pulses pounding. He let himself think about the question, humming lowly and taking in the visual before him once again.
“I never want to go,” he said, half-joking with a smirk. “You tell me. I have to be at the facility to watch film at eight, I’ll be gone before you wake up. It’ll be like I was never here. ”
Is that what he wants? The question wracked your brain as you sat contemplating how casual this was for him. His flattery sometimes felt so real, like more than foreplay or meaningless flirting. There was always the undertone of what was wrong with you two being tangled up in the same blanket, though. Joe couldn’t bring you on a real date, you would never be able to show anyone the video from the kitchen–why shouldn’t this be casual to him? He likes you, perhaps. But how can you expect him to want to tiptoe around each other’s jobs?
“Okay, yeah,” the words came out more breathy than you intended. “Sounds good to me.”
Joe studied your dimly lit face, “Everything alright?”
You told yourself not to be that same girl you were at the bar, the one you could only assume he viewed as a psychotic bitch. A part of you was willing yourself to shove down some of those strong feelings for him, giving him a soft smile and nodding. He relaxed a bit, letting you turn in his arms and watch the movie with your back to his chest.
It was only about ten minutes before you heard the sounds of his soft snores, one arm tucked underneath his head and the other firm around your chest. His breathing was deep and steady, occasionally pulling you into him further. After a few minutes, you grabbed your phone off of the coffee table and turned your camera front-facing, making sure the flash was off and snapping a picture to send to your group chat with the girls.
Sydney: Oh. My. GOD.
Sydney: I’m actually throwing up rn what the fuck
Sydney: LOOK HOW BIG HIS HAND IS
Lena: I’m freaking the fuck out omg
Lena: I’m so jealous
Lena: He’s so
Sydney: He’s fine as fuck
Y/N: IKR
Y/N: I think I’m obsessed
Sydney: Girl wbk that
Sydney: Be fucking for real
Y/N: I simply do not think I will be making it to class on Monday
Lena: That’s three days away
Y/N: Ugh Ik
Y/N: Last first day of classes!
Y/N: I’ll call you guys tomorrow and debrief
Both of them hearted the message, sending their goodnight texts and equally dirty messages about you and Joe sleeping together. You flipped the TV off and let yourself lean into his arms a bit further, inhaling his scent of high end cologne and mint. He held onto you protectively, caging you into his embrace and brushing his nose against your hair. You slowly let
yourself drift to the sound of his breaths.
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Joe woke up around six, he felt you pressing into him and against him first. His neck was stiff, wishing he’d have made it to your bed last night. He couldn’t recall falling asleep, assuming he had knocked out while you both watched the movie. He inhaled the scent of your shampoo, closing his eyes for a few moments and allowing himself to linger between that sweet spot of sleep and consciousness.
He savored the few moments of domesticity, wondering what it would be like to wake up in bed next to the other. Everything about you was so intoxicating, he had never been much of a risk taker before. He would have never risked bringing you into the locker room if he was in a completely sane state of mind. He thought of you with such desperation and yearning that he simply couldn’t have cared less about what anyone had to say about it.
Joe knew this made him selfish, made him irresponsible, and that was the worst part. He knew and he didn’t give a shit, he couldn’t stay away from you. Not that he had really tried, but he also lacked the desire to. Being around you was bad for him, Joe thought as he watched you sleep soundlessly beside him. You cause him to completely lose control of who he is and yet he cannot seem to stay away.
Slipping out from behind you without waking you was difficult, but he managed to get out over the back of the couch and readjust the blanket to cover you. Joe walked around, grabbing his jacket and pulling it on whilst also cleaning up a bit and helping with the dishes he helped dirty. He came up with the idea to leave a note once he was left looking around your kitchen, shaking off his damp hands and pulling his sleeves back down. He found a notepad and pen easily, but stared blankly at the sheet. Is leaving a note too much? He had a hard time reading your attitude towards certain things, he had tried to get you to stay for breakfast and you flat out refused him. Perhaps it was better to adhere to what was agreed on, it would be like he was never there.
After a few seconds of contemplation, Joe sighed and set the pen down. He left quietly after brushing a hand over your head once more, shutting the door softly behind him so as not to wake you up.
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When you rolled over to grab your phone, Joe was already long gone and his spot beside you had now gone cold. Yawning, you sat up and padded to the bathroom to pee and contemplate everything that had gone on during the previous night. At first glance, you assumed Joe had tidied up the strewn pillows on the living room floor and moved your phone to the coffee table.
Once you made it into the kitchen, you realized he had washed the dishes that had been used and pulled out a sheet of paper. There was nothing written on it, pen sitting idly by as if he planned to write something for you to wake up to. Casual, you reminded yourself. Both of you had agreed on casual.
The run you went on this morning was particularly long, headphones blaring as you pushed yourself further and further away from your complex. Thoughts of cheerleading and Joe weighed on your mind heavily, his head between your thighs the night before most certainly did not make it any easier for you to focus on controlling your breathing. Casual felt like a punishment, especially in this case. He couldn’t have felt a fraction of how you did, your thoughts occupied constantly with the sight of his unruly hair and large hands on your body. He was making you crazy, the way he touched you was genuinely driving you into insanity. Much less the fact that you risked your spot on the team each time you answered at his beck and call.
Your phone began to ring, Lena’s caller ID popping up. You answered, sweat coating you like a layer of oil.
“Don’t freak out.”
“Freak out?” I heaved, taking a long sip of water. “Why would I freak out?”
“There’s a picture of you and Joe on Twitter. You can’t see your face at all and you’re at a red light, all you can see is him and some of your hair,” she informed you, cautiously attempting to keep your anxiety at bay. “It’s days old, but it popped up on my timeline just now and it has a few thousand likes.”
She sent you a screenshot, fingers shaking as you opened up your texts and tapped on the picture. It was a photo from the first night you’d gone to get food, a sneaky snapshot at a redlight when your window was half down. Thankfully, only your shoulders and the back of your head was visible under the light that made the color of your hair hard to detect. Joe was looking over at you, smiling with one hand occupied by the half-gone milkshake.
Feeling like the wind was knocked out of you, you silently copied the image and sent it to Joe.
“I feel like I should end things with him officially,” was all you said to Lena. “He wants casual and I’m not sure this is worth casual.”
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Liar, Liar
Joe finds out you've faked it in the bedroom before, and he's determined to make sure you never lie to him again
Warnings: smut (thigh riding, intercourse), language, fluff at the end
"I mean", Sarah paused as she topped off her glass of red wine, the bottle hitting your coffee table with a thump, "there's this expectation that we're just supposed to be at the ready whenever they get home, and sometimes I'm too tired." She sunk into the couch dramatically, her confession earning a couple of hums and nods in agreement from the group.
"Exactly! Like just because you have the stamina of an athlete, doesn't mean I do!", Rebecca chimed in, raising her glass to the group, a few intoxicated chuckles echoing through the living room.
You were tight lipped as you tucked your legs underneath you on the couch, taking a big gulp of your wine as you nervously played with the hem of your sweater.
It was your turn to host the monthly Bengals WAGS get together. It started out as a book club, but quickly became a gossip and venting session where everyone would reveal the things that bothered them about being married or dating a professional athlete. It wasn't really your scene to air out your dirty laundry to anyone outside of your relationship, but you wanted to make friends in the organization, so you offered to bring the alcohol.
"Y/N, you're awfully quiet tonight." All eyes were on you now, and you shrunk under the scrutiny. "Spill it girl, everyone's dying to know how Joe is in bed." Tiffany, the most senior wife on the team, she'd been married to her husband for over a decade, scooted forward towards you. Desperate to change the conversation, you pivoted. "Uh, can I get anyone more wine?" You quickly lifted to your feet and scurried to through the house before anyone could stop you.
"Yeah, baby, how am I in bed?" Joe's voice startled you as you collided with him in the kitchen, Joe catching you at the waist. "Oh my god, don't even start." You playfully slapped him on the chest before pulling away, making him chuckle. You disappeared into the pantry and reemerged with a couple of bottles of wine.
"Where is the bottle opener, babe?" You searched the usual drawer, coming up empty. "Here." Joe approached you from behind, his crotch pressing against your ass as he reached above you to grab the bottle opener. "You better have nothing but good things to say about me", he teased you, a whisper in your ear sending a shiver down your spine.
"That doesn't bother you, that people are asking about something so intimate?" You asked, furrowing your brow as you looked at Joe, who simply shrugged. "I mean, not really. As long as you're not getting too detailed", he smirked at you, making your stomach flutter, "its just your version of locker room talk. Its harmless in my eyes."
You removed the cork from one of the bottles with a large with a loud pop. "So I shouldn't tell them about how you like to-", you gestured at your chest suggestively. "Hey! Those are details." Joe wagged a finger at you, playfully patting your butt as you walked back to the living room.
"Y/N! You're just in time!", one of the other wives perked up as you reentered the room, filling up the glasses before you sat back down. "Oh really?" You weren't sure you wanted to hear what they were talking about to be honest. 'Yes! We've been talking about whether or not we've ever faked it with our guys." She wiggled her eyebrows at you, "you know, in the bedroom."
You choked on your wine, letting out a couple of forced coughs to catch your breath. "I, uh-", you were feeling the pressure to say something memorable. You really hadn't ever faked an orgasm with Joe, but you really wanted to make friends with the other wives, they were your lifeline when you spent a lot of weeks alone. "I'm sure I've done it once before, I just really can't remember." You immediately regretted saying that, your throat going dry.
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Once all of the ladies had left and you had cleaned up the living room and kitchen, you headed upstairs to get ready for bed. Joe had disappeared at some point during the night upstairs to watch game tape, but when you checked his office, it was empty. You followed the sound of the shower to your bedroom, spotting Joe's pajamas laid out on the bed.
"Remind me to never host a party again", you chuckled, "The wives are something else." Joe barely acknowledged your presence as he walked out of the bathroom, a towel tied at his waist. "I was thinking we could go to brunch at this new place Sarah mentioned." Joe was silent as he slipped a t-shirt over his head. "Joe?"
"I have practice tomorrow", he finally bit out with a sigh.
"I know. I mean after practice. Maybe we could run a couple errands together? Its been a while since we've done that."
"After practice, I have meetings." Even if you didn't know your husband well, anyone could tell that Joe was upset about something.
"Babe, what's wrong?"
Joe let out a curt laugh, louder than intended. "I don't know. You're the one faking orgasms, why don't you tell me?" Joe wasn't boastful, neither in his private life or on the field, but he did have pride, and it was wounded tonight when he heard you telling all the wives how unsatisfied you were with him in the bedroom.
"Joe, listen, I can explain that-"
"How long have you been lying to me?" You knew you had to tread carefully here and make sure you didn't say the wrong thing. "I haven't been lying to you, Joe. You said it yourself, its just "locker room" talk."
"And we agreed, no details! I don't talk to the guys about you like that." Joe sat at the edge of the bed, his brow furrowed in anger. You straddled his lap, raking your hands through his wet hair. "You're right. I crossed a line, it won't happen again, okay? But really, babe, it was nothing." You teased him with a quick peck on the lips, Joe deepening the kiss as he held you in place by the back of the head. You moaned as you felt his tongue roam your mouth, gasping for breath as the two of you made out.
You broke apart out of necessity, your chest heaving as you looked at Joe's baby blue eyes, your faces inches from each other.
"Show me."
You held his face in your hands. "Show you what?"
"When I'm fucking you. Where you're faking it." You groaned as you lifted yourself off of his lap. "Joe, let it go, please." Joe hated losing, always had, and this admission felt like a loss to him. He grabbed your wrist as you tried to walk away, pulling you to stand between his legs. His fingers toyed with the zipper of your jeans before he unbuttoned them, pushing them past your hips and exposing your lace panties. He pressed a kiss just below your belly button, his lips lingering against your skin as you shivered. You stepped out of your jeans, kicking them off to the side.
"If you're not lying, and this is just locker room talk, let me fix whatever's wrong."
The thought of you faking an orgasm truly did upset him, and as much as he hides behind his male bravado, there's something incredibly intimate about being able to truly release for your partner, no holds barred. A level of trust he's worked hard for, and you so easily revealed to be false.
You opened your mouth to speak, but could only let out a gasp as he quickly had you mount one of his large, muscular thighs, his hands holding you down at your hips. You instinctively ground yourself against him, the friction of your panties rubbing against your clit overwhelming. "Joe, I-" you mumbled against his lips as he pulled you in for another kiss, your fingertips digging into his shoulders as you quickened the pace of your hips, alternating between moving back and forth and in lazy circles as your orgasm built in your core.
"It can't be this, baby", he whispered, taking in your face as it contorted with pleasure, "that doesn't look like the face of someone faking it."
"I promise you, I'm not faking it." You bit out, throwing your head back. You pulled your shirt off over your head, your breasts at eye level with Joe. His nose trailed down your front, nestling between your breasts as he laid wet kisses between them. You were quickly coming undone, frantically moving on top of him. He could feel you getting close, your thighs clenching around his leg. "Get on the bed."
You climbed around Joe, lying on your back as he stood, the towel around his waist falling to his feet. The tip of his cock was bright pink and leaking with pre-cum as it rested against his lower stomach. You were salivating at the thought of feeling him on your tongue, but Joe had other plans for you. You felt the mattress dip as he pressed a knee into the bed, moving to position himself between your legs.
He let out a dark chuckle as he stroked himself, watching you wriggle on the bed uncomfortably, desperate to reach your climax. "Were you lying about this part, baby?" You let out a squeal as he drug the head of his cock through your drenched folds, teasing your entrance before pulling away.
"Joe, please", you begged, very aware of how desperate you sounded. You shifted yourself down towards him, growing impatient. "Joe, what?" At this point he was just enjoying toying with you. "Joe, please stop playing around." You could fake with your words all you wanted, but your body gave you away. You were no actor; there was no faking the shaking legs and the heaving chest.
He moaned out as he sunk deep into you, bottoming out as you adjusted to his size, slowly moving your hips around his pelvis. He leaned over, framing your head with his forearms. "You know, I could never fake this with you." He moved to your throat, grazing his teeth against your skin. At this point you were just cockwarming him as Joe pressed kisses to your jawline.
"Joe, please, move. Fuck me, please." You whined in his ear, digging your nails into his back, but he continued to hold you there with his body weight. There's nothing you can do but submit to him and you want nothing more than for him to ravish you, but you can tell he's holding back.
"The way you feel when I'm so deep inside of you." He slowly pulled out before slamming his hips back into you, all of the breath leaving your chest. "All of this is real. Always has been, always will be." He pulls out again, this time pushing himself to the hilt agonizingly slow, so you feel every inch of him.
The pace he set was relentless, his thrusts audible in the room as you coated his cock with your slick, hurdling toward your orgasm. "Fuck, Joe. Fuck, don't stop", you breathed out, your eyes shut tight. You tried to reach down to pleasure yourself, but Joe pounded so roughly into you, you couldn't focus, the circles around your clit erratic, your moans vibrating in your chest. "I'm- I'm, Joe-" you stuttered, gasping for breath, tears welling in your eyes from the intense pleasure. "I've got you, baby. I've got you", he reassured you, seeing you grasp at the sheets to steady yourself.
He studied your face, looking for the sign that you were close. There it was: you scrunched your face tightly, your nose wiggling as your release washed over you, your cushiony walls clenching down around him. He remembered how cute your orgasming face was the first time he saw it, an innocent juxtaposition to the explicit actions happening below.
"Such a good girl. So good, baby." He praised, as each pulse of your muscles pulled him in deeper, making his hips stutter, warmth pooling in his stomach. He continued to fuck you so you could ride your high as long as possible, but you were overstimulated. Joe nestled his face in the crook of your neck, groans leaving his mouth as he felt you tighten around him, and in within seconds he was cuming inside of you, "Oh, fuck, fuck", he cried out as you milked him for every drop of his release.
You pulled him in tight, cradling his head and drawling lazy circles on his back as you both came down from your high. His pants in your ear made you shiver, a giggle slipping from your lips as his cock grazed against your sensitive bud when he pulled out. He pushed away from the bed, resting on his hands, laying to the side of you. He took his time admiring your perfect body, his fingertips dragging along your sensitive skin, your face blissed out and euphoric.
"You know I'd never lie to you, right?", you stroked his cheek with your thumb as he looked down at you. "I love you, Joe."
"I know. I never should have doubted you." He gave you a small smile as he rested his chin on your chest. "Just no more bedroom talk with the wives. Deal?"
"Deal, baby."
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Girl Dad
Joe Burrow x Reader
Joe takes his daughter to practice
9 days after entering the world, your daughter made her first Bengals practice debut. Since then, she’s spent most of her Sundays there as well. That is truly a right that comes with being the quarterbacks daughter.
Joe was the best dad. Even before she was born her catered to your every need. He continues to jump at her every whim.
“You ready to go, baby girl?” He asks, pulling into the facility parking lot. You had to travel for a work emergency with no notice, leaving Joe in charge for the day. “C’mon.” He pulls her from the car and slung the diaper bag over his shoulder, heading inside.
The sound of loud conversation and even louder music can be heard from the locker room as Joe makes his way down the hallway. Appearing around the corner with the small baby in his arms, everyone gasps. The locker room turned into a silent dead zone.
Usually there’s a strict no girls allowed rule in the locker room, but today the team would make an exception.
“Mama had to leave town, so we’re adding another player to the roster for the day.” Joe jokes with the team.
It was the day after a game so there wouldn’t be much practicing going on. Just watching film, talking about the upcoming game, and going over plays.
“Hi sweetie.” Ja’Marr takes the baby from Joes arms, giving him a chance to tuck the diaper bag into his locker and slip out of his coat.
“She loves her uncle Ja’Marr.” Joe admires his friends playfulness with his daughter.
“But she loves her Uncle Sam more!” Sam interrupted the conversation, taking your daughters tiny hand into his big one and cooing at her.
The guys filtered into the film room, finding a spot to take a seat so they could start the days meetings.
Your daughter was mostly content sitting on Joes lap. He bounced her on his knee and intently watched the screen in front of him. Almost as if she knew what was coming, she let out a loud shriek just as the team rewatched a play of Joe taking a hard hit.
“That’s what I’m saying too.” Joe laughs in response before quickly excusing himself from the room.
The training room was empty with the exception of two. Joe cradled his daughter in his arms, lightly bouncing her as he fed her a bottle. “This is where daddy works out.” He gives her a tour of the room. “So he can stay strong and healthy and take care of you for a long, long time.” He admires the tiny girl in his arms.
Soon enough, she’s drifted off to sleep in his arms. The bottle replaced with a binky which is bouncing up and down as she sucks on it in her sleep and a pink blanket wrapped around her.
Joe makes his way back into the room with the rest of the team. He presses a finger to his lips, motioning for the rest of the team to be quiet.
In that moment, he feels like a true winner, cradling his most prized possession, the best trophy ever, in his arms.
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I’m all yours | Joe Burrow
Summary: There’s always that one girl you can’t stand, but when they drool all over your boyfriend, it’s impossible to stand by and watch.
Pairing: Joe Burrow x first person fem eader
Words: 2281
Notes: this fic contains smut, 18+ only please // I know this is shorter, but I wanted to get something out. I hope you enjoy!!
“He did so well in the last game though. You did absolutely incredible. It’s a bummer that this season is over.” Britany, a players sister said from the left side of Joe, basically throwing herself onto him for the 100th time tonight. Today, Britany was hosting a little party for all of the players and their close families to celebrate the season. The whole night, Britany was throwing compliment after compliment in Joe’s direction, completely disrespecting the fact that I was his girlfriend of almost 5 years and sitting right across from Joe so I could see it all. Of course the seating arrangement had him sitting right next to her since it was her house.
Ever since the first day she met a joe at training camp last year, she's taken an interest in him, and I mean, who wouldn't? Joe was amazing in almost every aspect of his being. Not only was he stunningly beautiful with his huge muscles, tall frame, amazing hair, and amazing blue eyes, but he was brilliant, talented, kind, charismatic, nerdy, upon many more things. But at the end of the day, the only person that was truly allowed to drool over him was me, not his teammates sister who obviously would be down to fuck him right in front of the whole dinner party. What aggravated me even more was the fact that Joe wasn't saying anything. He didn't ask her to stop or move his arm away from her when she clung to his arm while having another one of her laughing fits at something he said that nobody else found that funny.
All I could do was eat my food, mingle with the rest of the people at the party, and look like I am having an amazing night, all while watching Britany basically fuck my boyfriend right in front of me. I've never been the jealous type. I have always been cool, calm, and collected around every single one of Joes teammates girlfriends or sisters and respected them, but that's because not a single one of them acted the way she has around him. Plus, I have had to watch her do this for months and months while the season was going on since she had a family pass, and I'm so fucking glad that after today, we will be done with her since her brother got traded. At every single team event that allows family, Brittany is always practically stuck to his side. Although the annoyance in Joe’s face and actions towards her are very evident whenever he's near her, it still doesn't mean I want her anywhere near him.
"And I am just so happy that you kept the facial hair, it really looks great on you." Britany said. Joe thanked her awkwardly and took the compliment, but then his gaze shifted to mine, knowing I was pissed off. I could feel that the entire dinner party was a little weirded out at her comment since they all know I am Joes girlfriend. “It was actually my idea. I'm glad you agree with me. I just think it makes him look...so much more desirable, y'know?" I said with a fake smile and laugh when Britany nodded and laughed. After I said this, her smile quickly faded, speechless after I said Joe was desirable. I picked up my fork and stabbed a piece of steak off of my plate and then brought it up to my mouth. While I slowly put the steak in my mouth, I looked at Joe who was shooting bullets at me. Once the steak was in my mouth, I dropped my fork to the plate and glared at Joe too, daring him to look away first and towards Brittany who was obviously changing the subject.
Swallowing the piece of steak in my mouth, My jaw clenched repeatedly over and over again, annoyed by the way he was just letting Brittany drool over him. "Joe, although my brother is leaving for Houston, I would love to hang out sometimes. You can bring your girlfriend too, if you want." Brittany said and then looked at Joe with a wild smile. "Bitch." I said under my breath so nobody could hear it. While still making eye contact with Joe, I took the napkin off of my lap and onto the table next to my plate and stood up. "Excuse me, I'll be right back." I said with a fake smile and stormed off into the bathroom where I could be alone and not see the two of them. For all I know, as soon as I closed the door, Joe bent Britany over the table and started fucking her.
The sight of the two of them angered me so much that I didn't even know what to do with myself. My blood was boiling and all I wanted to do was go home with Joe. Instead, I'm in Britany's bathroom-where she's probably fingered herself to the thought of Joe-pacing back and forth, deciding when or even if I should return back to the dining room where everyone else is. All I could think about was the image of Joe bending Britany over the table and doing exactly what he does to me. I imagined him pleasuring her as much as he pleasures me...when pure ecstasy and adrenaline is pumping through both of our veins. This thought only made me even angrier and made me contemplate whether I should just tell everyone I was sick and that I would call a cab to take me back home.
With my back turned towards the door, I heard the door swing open. Shit, I forgot to lock it. I turned around quickly and basically yelled out an apology, feeling bad that I let someone walk in on me, even if I was just standing there. But, as soon as I turned around, I locked eyes with the one and only Joe burrow. With a roll of my eyes, I let out an annoying sigh that sounded more like a growl and crossed my arms over my chest. "What are you doing in here?" He asked me. I scoffed as he shut and locked the door behind him and put his hands on his hips. "Shouldn't you be out there helping Brittany with her orgasm right now? I mean she was basically cumming right on the chair just by hearing you talk." I said, probably being a little too dramatic, but he still deserved it nonetheless. Joe shook his head and then scoffed.
"What the fuck are you talking about?" Joe asked me. My fists were clenched as I turned towards the mirror instead of him and started to fix my hair, trying to ignore him. So many thoughts ran through my head and I couldn't stay quiet. I quickly turned back to him and walked a step closer to him. "Are you seriously going to stand there and deny the fact that Britany practically drools all over you when she sees you! It's like she doesn't even acknowledge me." I raised my voice and glared at him, not worried about anyone hearing since it was loud enough out there. "Is someone jealous?" Joe asked with a smirk. How was he going to stand in front of me and deny the fact that she was drooling over him? Hell, she's been drooling over him since the first day they met at training camp. The second she saw those bright blue eyes, tall frame, and big muscles, he became like a drug to her.
"What- no, I am not jealous. I'm fucking annoyed. Annoyed at Brittany and the fact that you Don't seem to notice it." I said. He sucked his teeth, making multiple "tsk" sounds and then began walking towards me. Breaking eye contact, I faced the mirror and walked towards it, putting my hands on the edges of the sink. Joe came up behind me with his huge frame and I finally made eye contact with him. Fuck. He was hot. "You don't think I haven't noticed? I see the way she drools over me and ignores your presence." Henry said. We both held each other's gaze in the mirror. "Then why don't you do anything?" I asked. Joe took a step closer to me and said, "Because, 1, as a professional athlete, I'm going to be around people I don't like but have to be around, and 2, you're the only woman in this world I care about. I am yours and nothing can change that." He said.
All of a sudden, he came up close to me that I could feel his huge boner pressing up against my backside. I sucked in a breath but maintained eye contact with Joe who towered over me. "Who do I belong to?" He asked me and began to drag his fingers up my arm and to my shoulder where he moved my hair out of the way. "Me." I said quietly. Joe smiled slightly but then began to kiss my neck, not breaking eye contact. A soft sigh fell from my lips. His lips detached from my neck, leaving me longing for his touch again. A pool formed in my panties and my core ached, wanting- needing- Joe inside of my right now. "What was that?" He asked again, wanting me to say it louder. "You are mine." I said.
As soon as I said this, Joe grinded up against my ass. I practically moaned at the feeling, needing him inside me right now, the desire for him proving to be too much in this moment. "What do you want? Do you want to go back to the party? Or do you want me to fuck you in Brittany's bathroom?" He asked from behind me. As we held each other's gaze, his eyes were clouded with lust and it only turned me on even more. "Fuck me in Brittany's bathroom." I wined out to him. In a matter of seconds, Joe removed his hands from my body and started to work on undoing his belt from his pants. Luckily, I was wearing a skirt, so I just pulled down my panties. When he was done, he got closer to me and I could feel him line himself up with me. "Don't be too loud, now, alright?" Joe asked me. I nodded quickly.
The tip of his dick hit my clit and then slid down to my aching core where he began to slide it up and down my slit. "Please, Joe." I begged. In a matter of seconds, and with a smirk on his face, he thrusted himself into me, not giving me any time to acclimate to his length and girth. A pornographic moan slipped from my lips. No matter how many times we have sex, I still never get used to the size of him. My body tensed up quickly as my walls closed around his dick, making it hard for him to push himself into me. "Calm down, just let me in. Take a deep breath for me." Joe said. I nodded and then quickly took a deep breath. When I finally let him inside of me, he started to pick up the pace, snapping his hips against mine quickly. While Joe began to fuck me, he bent me over the sink and grabbed a fistful of my hair and pulled my head back. "Look at me." He grunted as he thrusted into me, his hips hitting mine at a fast pace.
Joe was filling me up and stretching me out so much to the point where it felt impossible to look up at him. But, the pain that filled my body was slowly getting replaced by pleasure, making moan after moan slip out of my parted lips. The grip on my hair got tighter and he lifted my head up even higher. When most of the pain was replaced, I brought my eyes up until we made eye contact. Knowing Joe was watching me and only me while he fucked me and not worried about Brittany only made me want to get fucked harder by him. Joe was mine and not Brittany's. "There's my good girl." He said. He loved to see the way my fucked our face looked. With every snap of his hips, he pulled my hips closer to his so he could plunge into me harder and deeper each time.
"D-don't stop. Fuck." I moaned out as he thrusted into me. Without warning, his other hand was brought down and started rubbing slow and gentle circles into my clit, helping me reach my orgasm faster. Knowing how loud I get when I reach my high, he put his hand over my mouth tightly. With how hard he thrusted into me and the way he rubbed my clit just right, I let go of the knot that was in my stomach, getting pushed over the edge from the pleasure, and my orgasm washed over me in waves. "Joe!" My loud moan was muffled by Joes big hand that was placed tightly over my mouth. My whole body began to shake and my legs folded, but was held up by his strong arms. My eyes were sealed shut and I felt a twitch inside of me, followed by a warm liquid that overflowed and began to drip down my legs.
My legs shook and once I felt Joe pull out of me, I opened my eyes slowly and met his gaze. "Oh wow." I said, breathlessly. Joe’s chest rose and fell quickly, out of breath too while he said, “I’m all yours.”
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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.
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Your Hands
Summary: Joe’s hands are one of your many weaknesses. He is your weakness in only the best ways possible.
Warnings: ✨smut✨ and a little bit of fluff of course
You were craving attention, you were craving attention from your man, a specific kind of attention, but any kind would do for now.
Joe was in the office, working away at lord knows what. Probably rewatching highlights, videos from OTAs, etc. So you open the slightly cracked door and he was watching his Mac screen with an apple pen in his hand.
Joe looks up at you and a small smile graces his face.
“Hey you” he says before writing something down onto his iPad before looking back up at you.
“Hey” you smile back.
“You okay? Do you need help with anything?” He asks, lovingly.
“No, just, wanting to be near you” you say softly and he smiles at you and motions you to come in. You go and sit down in the chair in front of his desk and prop your feet up onto it.
He reaches across the desk and squeezes your ankle before going back to what he was doing which was exactly what you thought, watching videos from practice and writing down things he needs to work on.
You watch his hands as he writes on his iPad and when he twirls the pen between his fingers as he watches film. The way his fingers moved with ease and the way his veins in his hand danced every time he moved his fingers. You squeezed your thighs together, thinking about those fingers touching you, teasing you, inside you. He was turning you on and not even really doing anything, he was always good at that.
You get up from the chair and walk around the desk to him, turning his chair slightly towards you and you take your place on his lap and wrapping your arm around his shoulders. He chuckles up at you and wraps his arm around your waist, squeezing you and placing a kiss on your cheek.
“I think you want to be inside my skin” he smirks at you and you shrug your shoulders.
“Something like that” you wink and run yours fingers through his hair and press a kiss to his pretty lips.
He continues watching his screen and he rests his hand on your thigh, massaging your soft skin, as yours danced on the back of his neck.
It was normal for him to touch you like this, just out of habit, but little did he know you were getting worked up watching those damn hands move.
You weren’t as slick as you thought you were when it came to keeping how you were feeling hidden away. Joe could easily read your emotions, especially after being together as long as you two have, he knew how you were feeling before you even knew.
He felt you shift in his lap, the muscles in your thighs tightening from squeezing them together. He listened to your breathing and how it would keep ramping up along with your heart rate. He smirked to himself, knowing something has got you worked up, that you wanted to be near him but not in the innocent way he thought.
He paused his video and looked up at you, his bright blue eyes getting darker by the second.
“You okay? Do you need help with anything?” He repeats what he asked earlier but his voice now low and dark.
“Um, no, I’m good” you smile at him as best you can, the look in his eyes making your thoughts worse.
“I think you’re lying” his hand slides inbetween your thighs, but keeping his distance from the place you really wanted his hands to be.
“Joe-“
“Want to tell me what’s got you so worked up?” He leans in so his lips are brushing yours, feeling his breath on your face. God, he’s so hot.
“So I can give you what you want? What you need? Hm?” He slides his hand slightly higher up your thigh.
“Your hands” you breathe out, trying not to moan.
“Hm” he smiles smugly, squeezing your thigh with one of them.
“They always seem to be on your mind” he smirks, picking you up and setting you on top of the desk, shoving his iPad and other things out of the way.
His hands rest on your thighs, squeezing them as he presses a slow kiss to your lips.
“You are always on my mind” you admit against his lips.
“And you on mine”
He cups your cheeks and smashes his lips against yours, you couldn’t help but moan into his mouth at the contact. One of his hands slide down your abdomen and ghosts over your clothed core. You groan, wanting him to touch you. He slips his tongue into your mouth as his hand finally makes contact with your center, rubbing gentle circles over your clothed clit. You moan loudly, twirling your tongue around his and bucking your hips against his hand.
“Lift up” he orders against your lips.
You lift up your hips as he pulls your shorts down, pleased when only your shorts were between him and her.
“Love when you do that shit” he smirks, throwing your shorts on the floor.
“I know” you smirk and he raises his eyebrows at you. He looks down at you, dripping onto the desk.
“Damn baby, care if I have a taste?” He asks and you nod, giving permission.
Joe grabs your hips and scoots you more to the edge of the desk, making you squeal.
“I’ve got you” he assures you, getting down onto one of his knees, spreading your thighs apart, opening you up and leaving nothing to hide. Joe looks up at you and smiles.
“You are fucking gorgeous” he tells you and your heart swells, along with the need for him.
He places your feet on his shoulders and kisses the inside of your thighs before licking a slow stripe from your entrance to your clit. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as you hiss at the blinding pleasure.
“Taste so good, babe” he moans against you, making your hips buck at the vibrations.
He flicks his tongue against your clit making you become a moaning mess above him. He then slips his tongue into your entrance.
“Oh shit” you whimper, your mouth falling open as he continues to thrust his tongue into you.
“Oh Joe, I’m gonna cum” you whine.
He then slips his tongue out of you, despite your protest, and presses a kiss to your clit before standing up and pressing his lips to yours again. His tongue meeting yours, moaning when you taste yourself. That’s some hot shit.
“As much as I love to make you cum with my tongue, you had a specific request that I want to make sure I follow through with” he smirks before slipping one of his thick fingers into you without warning.
“Ohhh fuck” you groan. Joe rests his forehead against yours and smiles.
“You’re so tight, babe” Joe couldn’t help but moan.
He slips a second finger into you and you gasp. He pumps his fingers in and out of you, trying to slowly build you back up.
“Want a third one?” He asks against your lips and you answer with a whimper.
He slides a third finger into you, your mouth falling open. You look down at his hand, with his fingers sliding in and out of you.
“Oh fuuuuuckkkk, Joe”
The way his arm flexed, the way the veins in his arms moved as he thrusted his fingers into you made you hot all over.
Joe started to curl his fingers inside of you, pressing into the soft tissue that made the pleasure even more intense, causing you to lose the strength to hold yourself up anymore. Joe catches you and holds your body against him.
“Joe I-“
“Cum all over my fingers, baby” he whispers into your mouth.
When he feels you clinch around his fingers, he kisses you roughly but full of passion and love. He rubs his palm against your clit and that did it for you. You scream into his mouth and you release all over his hand and onto the desk below you.
“That’s it baby” Joe pulls away, talking you down after your intense orgasm, and looks down between you two, his hand drenched in your juices.
“You are so hot” he smiles. He lifts his hand up to his mouth and sucks two of his fingers into his mouth, cleaning your essence off of them. You try to catch your breath as you watch him.
Damn it, Joe. You’re getting me hot again. You think to yourself.
He brings his index finger up to your lips. You immediately take his thick digit into your mouth, swirling your tongue around it. He watches you intently, his blue eyes watching your lips, your eyes as you look up at him through your lashes.
“I am so in love with you” he breathes out.
“And I you” you smile, kissing his ski-slope nose.
He jogs out of the room, only to come back with a warm wash cloth, gently cleaning you up, along with the desk.
“Thank you, for that” you sigh, finally catching your breath.
“Always gotta help my girl out” he winks.
You look down at his shorts, the tent in his pants looking unbearable.
“Now I think you need some help” you hop off the desk, your legs shaking and almost giving out on you, Joe, of course, being there to catch you in his strong arms.
“Let me take care of this for you” you look into his pretty eyes, your hand cupping him through his shorts.
“I won’t say no to that” he smiles.
You push him down into the desk chair and on your knees to worship his beautiful chiseled body you went, as it should be worshipped.
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post-game recovery
prompt- joe had a tough game. he didn’t necessarily do bad, but the team looked like they had no chemistry, and there was some questionable reffing, resulting in a loss. what does he do for the stress? he takes it out on you…
joe burrow x reader
a/n: as always pls give feedback and feel free to request
warnings: SMUT OMG SMUT MINORS DNI, nsfw under the cut
It was a tough watch. You sat in the suite, biting your nails as the Bengals played in Paycor Stadium. There was a good crowd today, but not a happy one. The ref missed a pass interference call, but then made a bad call against your team.
If things weren’t already bad, Joe got sacked twice, and the catches were dropped more than they should be. Overall, it was just a bad game.
Every time Joe went to the side, you watched him closely. His jaw was clenched, he was so tense. He sat and quietly watched the clock while he was out. When the game ended, he walked back to the locker room silently.
One of the other women in the suite was talking to you about something, but you couldn’t really focus on her. You were worried, because you knew that under all that silence and brooding, he just wanted to do well. That’s all he ever wanted to do. You hoped he wasn’t too upset on the drive home; you hoped he saw himself how you saw him.
It had been about 20 minutes since the game ended; it usually took about 30 after each game for Joe to come out the locker room.
You stood. You were wearing black high waisted pants, with an orange, tight-fitting short sleeve shirt. You wore orange Nike hightop dunks, and held a black zip up jacket over your arm that you had taken off earlier. Your hair and makeup was done for the game. You walked to the elevators, and made small talk with the other women and families on the way down. When you got to the bottom level where the players came out, you leaned against the wall to wait, and opened your phone. There was a recent text from Joe in your notifications.
Joe: I’ll be out in a second.
You stared at it for longer than you needed to, as if you could read his mood from a one line text. And he did come out. He took a little longer than he usually did. He came out with a simpler outfit than he came in, with the rest of his clothes in the duffel he carried, you assumed. He stared at you the whole time he walked over, his blue eyes seemingly more piercing than usual. You brushed your done hair behind your ear, suddenly shy under his gaze.
You knew he didn’t want you to talk about the game, it would just upset him. So you settled for a small, “Hi,” as he reached you.
He raised his eyebrows as he looked at you. His eyes were tired, though, more tired than they usually looked.
“Hey, baby.” He bit his lip absentmindedly. One hand on his duffel strap over his shoulder, he pulled you towards him with one arm, snaking down your back to cup your ass. He kissed you hungrily. He never did public stuff like this after games. It surprised you. He pulled away, and looked away, biting his lip absentmindedly. He held you by one finger as you both began the walk to the parking garage.
The walk to the car was silent. Joe’s sleek Porsche gleamed in the light of the parking garage. You took the drivers seat, as you always drove home after games.
The drive home was also silent. You assumed Joe probably wanted to be left alone, and you understood. If he didn’t want to talk, he didn’t have to, and you didn’t want to annoy him.
“Are you hungry?” you asked quietly, as you parked in the garage.
He shook his head no, staring off into space. You both began opening up your doors to go into your house. You closed and locked the door behind both of you.
He goes upstairs to change into his plain boxers, as he took a shower back in the locker room. You busy yourself with doing the dishes, wiping the counters, just cleaning in general. Afterward, there wasn’t really much else to do. Exhaustion from the day set in, and you realized that you’d been so preoccupied that you didn’t even take off your shoes yet. Your back hurt, and so did your feet. You leaned one hand on the counter to slip off each shoe with your other. Little did you know, Joe was watching you from the couch in the living room, which led into the kitchen. He’d sat there since he got back downstairs, just staring at you. He needed you, especially after a game that bad, and you looked so good.
You turned to go sit on the couch and stopped when you saw him. “Oh, I didn’t know you were in here.”
He sat on the couch with only boxers and socks on. His blonde hair was messy, his skin was tan. He also was not without his usual wristbands, his LSU one shone brightly against his tan wrist. He looked good, really good. And the way he was looking at you… You once again felt shy under his gaze. You thought he wouldn’t want to be talked to, so what was this?
“C’mere,” he told you, not breaking eye contact. It was like you were out under a spell. You would’ve went over there even if you didn’t want to.
You sat next to him on the couch, but it was seemingly not close enough for his liking, because he dragged you over to sit right beside him by the inside of your thigh, to where your legs were basically all the way in his lap. His hands were so big, he left one on the inside of your very upper thigh. You wished you would’ve already changed out of the clothes from the game. A small ache between your thighs cause you to squeeze them together slightly.
Joe didn’t seem to notice the squeeze on his hand as he boredly looked at the TV playing a random show. He rested his head on the couch and sighed.
“That game was fucking bullshit.”
“I know, I’m sorry.” His jaw was clenched again, and he squeezed your thigh.
He was so tense still. You wanted to help him.
“I don’t want you to be stressed,” you whispered as he pulled you all the way into his lap.
He hummed response, his eyes boring into you. He pulled your jaw in to kiss you. It was light at first, then he turned so hungry. He kissed you roughly, his hands going up your tight shirt to feel your skin. He couldn’t communicated to you how much he needed you, and he needed you bad. So bad that he couldn’t think straight. His hands on you wasn’t enough.
Slowly, you slid down, in between his legs, onto the rug that was at the foot of the couch.
He looked down at you with lidded eyes. “Oh my god,” he said as he realized what you were about to do. His hands twitched to grab you by the hair and fuck your mouth. “I wanna make you feel better,” you said quietly, looking up at him through your lashes. You palmed him, so lightly, through his boxers, a distinctive imprint already showing in them. You heard him let out a desperate breath.
“Fuck,” he breathed out. “Y/n.”
It didn’t take long for him to lose the boxers. You began by slowly running your tongue from his base to his pink tip, swirling your tongue over the head of his cock. You took the head into your mouth and looked up at him. His lips were parted and he looked down at you in ecstasy. Then it was like a band snapped inside of him. His hand came to grip your hair as he forced you down roughly on his length. Your moans and whimpers were muffled with him in your mouth. So much for your done hair. You felt tears come down your cheeks as he thrusted into your mouth, abs clenched and a sheen of sweat on his brow. His palpable frustration and aggression made for an aching slickness between your legs that was uncontrollable. You could feel the throbbing of his dick in your mouth, and you knew he was about to cum. You silently pleaded using your tongue for him to give it to you. You wanted to swallow every drop.
“Oh my god, Y/n. So good for me, angel,” He groaned out breathlessly. He was just about to cum when he lifted your head off of him. Your lips were flush and moist with saliva, and your mascara ran down your face in lines of tears. You couldn’t even look confused as to why he didn’t come in your mouth before he grabbed you.
He grabbed your arms to pull you up back onto the couch. “I wanna fuck you,” he said as he struggled to take off your clothes. You took your top off and he yanked at your jeans, the button of them eventually getting ripped off and jingling to the floor.
“I’ll buy you some new ones,” He said in a rush.
You couldn’t even respond because you were so focused on getting your clothes the fuck off. You were quickly left with just a bra and underwear. Joe undid the clasp with one swift movement of his hand, and your panties came off in a yank.
He pushed you down roughly to where you were laying on your back, fully naked, and slick between your thighs. One hand roughly squeezed your breast as one plunged two fingers into you. His mouth aggressively sucked and nipped at your neck, no doubt leaving dark purple marks in his path. His heavy breaths and your breathless whimpers and moans drowned out the droning of the TV.
He curled his fingers inside you, initiating a yelp from you. Your legs were spread, one dangling off the couch, your socks the only clothing left on your body.
“Please can I fuck you,” he whimpered into your ear. It contrasted with his usual gruff voice, but he needed this. It wasn’t long before he thrusted, in one smooth stroke, into your pussy. Every thrust caused you to cry out, and you pleaded with him out loud for nothing in particular. You were in complete ecstasy. He sat up from your ravaged neck and threw your legs over his shoulders to get deeper. His strong, tan, sweat slicked shoulders. His hand fumbled on your clit while the other held one of your legs in place.
Every thrust made an unholy sound echo through your living room, his grunts as he thrusted complimenting them. His bare cock stretched you, he was so big. Him rubbing on your clit made you so overwhelmingly pleasured. So much so that tears ran down the side of your face.
The pace and power of his thrusts quickened, and your legs began to tremble with you pushing toward your climax.
“Joe, I’m gonna cum.” You barely could get it out. You wanted him close to you, pressed against you so could cling to him. One arm gripping what you could of the couch cushion, the other reached out for his thick arm.
“I know, angel, me too,” he groaned, throwing his head back as he thoroughly fucked you. He knew what you wanted, how you liked to dig your nails into him to keep you grounded every time he fucked you this rough. So he dropped your legs back down onto the couch, and laid his full weight on top of you, wrapping his arms fully around your torso. He groaned and grunted with every thrust into your ear, his muscular, tan middle against your soft, pretty pale stomach.
You were cumming, and you said his name like a prayer as his pace didn’t slow down. You wrapped your legs around him as they began to tremble. He thrusted hard, clinging to you as you felt him cum in you. He pressed deep into you, and whimpered in your ear. Your nails were dug into his back, and you both came down from these highs together, savoring every drop of pleasure you both were feeling. A wave of drowsiness went through you.
“I love you so much. You did so good,” Joe murmured in your ear.
“I love you,” you said softly. He got up off you, slipping his boxers back on as he sat on the couch. You weren’t so quick to bounce back from the events that just took place.
You laid on your back, legs splayed pressed together to the side.
“Hey.” Joe slipped his hand between the fold of your stomach and thighs to gently rub your stomach. “You wanna go upstairs?” He whispered as he gazed at you with care and concern.
“I don’t think I can walk,” you said, drowsy.
A small chuckle escaped his lips. He stood, grabbing you under your knees and back to carry you up the stairs.
“I look ridiculous,” you whined, as you leaned your head on his chest to look up at him.
He shook his head, smirking, making it to your room. He genuinely thought you looked beautiful. You lay undressed in his arms, lips and neck flush from his manipulation, the only blemishes on your otherwise flawless skin. Your long eyelashes over your lidded gaze made his head spiral, and made him remember how he got you here in the first place. He gently placed you on the bed, pulling the covers over your shivering body. He went around to get in on his side, and gently pulled you close to him in the dark.
“You okay?” he asked quietly.
“Mmhm,” you responded, half asleep.
“That wasn’t too hard?” You smiled with your eyes closed at his care for you.
You hummed a no, and you felt him smile against you. Before you passed out, you blabbed one last thought.
“I think we’re gonna have to wash the couch, like everything on the couch.”
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𝐒𝐎 𝐈𝐓 𝐆𝐎𝐄𝐒... || 𝐉𝐎𝐄 𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐖 18+
a request from @joeburrowshottestwife 🤍 I got a little carried away and wrote a mini smut if you may…
I recommend listening to the song while reading and I hope you guys love it!!
𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Joe Burrow x Reader
𝐒𝐨𝐧𝐠: 𝐒𝐨 𝐈𝐭 𝐆𝐨𝐞𝐬... - 𝐓𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐨𝐫 𝐒𝐰𝐢𝐟𝐭
𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Who would’ve thought that seeing the prettiest blue eyes would lead to a lifetime of love and passion and so it goes…
𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 18+ mature content, cursing, smut, sex, sexual tension, drinking, flirting, hickeys, oral, gossip, quickie, lowkey public sex, against the wall, fluff, infatuated!joe, partying, strangers to lovers?, slight jealously, some cute moments
If you are below the age of 18 and or you are not comfortable with the warnings above, please don’t read this!
𝐌𝐢𝐬𝐜. 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 || 𝐌𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭
See you in the dark
All eyes on you, my magician
All eyes on us
You make everyone disappear, and
Cut me into pieces
In the dimly lit bar, you and your girlfriends revel in the atmosphere of a girls' night out, surrounded by laughter and chatter. The bar is an intimate yet lively space, bathed in a dim glow that emanates from strategically placed low-hanging lights.
The walls, adorned with eclectic artwork and vintage posters, create a unique ambiance. The air is filled with a blend of laughter, clinking glasses, and the deep sound of the music playing from the speakers.
The dance floor, though not too expansive, beckons those eager to showcase their moves. Rustic wooden tables and plush booths provide comfortable seating for groups of friends, creating pockets of shared moments.
As you sip your drinks, the room suddenly hushes when Joe Burrow, the famous NFL quarterback for the Cincinnati Bengals, appears in a dark corner with his friends.
It's in one of these shadowy corners that Joe Burrow and his friends have claimed their spot, inadvertently becoming the center of attention as his fame draws glances from all around the room.
As you took another sip of your drink, your attention is stolen once more by the magnetic presence of Joe Burrow tucked away in the dim corner.
His fame precedes him, and the way he effortlessly commands the attention of the entire bar pulls you into a trance— it was like magic, you were hypnotized.
Your friends continue their chatter, but your focus is drawn to Joe.
In the low light, his silhouette exudes an intriguing allure, and you find yourself captivated by the subtle confidence in his posture.
Your heart quickens.
Your gaze locks onto Joe, and in that moment, the crowded bar seems to vanish. It's just you and him, a magnetic connection that cuts through the surrounding noise.
His back against the wall, Joe holds a drink in hand, mirroring your intrigue.
The bustling atmosphere fades into the background, leaving only you and him in this shared moment of unspoken connection.
His eyes, carrying a certain intensity, seem to cut through the crowd, reaching you even from a distance. Each glance feels like a subtle incision, dissecting every part of you.
There's a flutter of excitement and nerves as you contemplate making your way toward the bar.
The air is charged with anticipation, and as you decide to approach, you can't shake the feeling that this might be a moment where the ordinary collides with the extraordinary.
"I'll be right back," you announce to your friends, the excitement building within you as you decide to approach the bar. With each step, you can feel Joe's eyes following you, a magnetic pull that seems to intensify as you make your way through the crowd.
The soft glow of the dim lights casts a warm hue on your gold slip-on dress, catching Joe's attention.
You could practically feel his gaze, he was cutting you into pieces as if he's unraveling your every layer with his gaze.
The atmosphere is charged with anticipation as you reach the bar, the heartbeat of the music syncing with your own.
Before you can even order a drink, a deep voice, unmistakably Joe's, interrupts. "Let me get that for you," he offers, his baby blue eyes meeting yours. He gracefully places his hands on either side of the bar table, enclosing you within his captivating presence.
In that moment, the world seems to fade away, leaving just you and Joe, locked in a magnetic connection.
The bar, once bustling with activity, transforms into an intimate stage for this unexpected encounter, marked by his confident gaze and the subtle thrill of a newfound connection.
Feeling like you're being dissected by his eyes, you can't help but be captivated.
Joe leans in slightly, a playful smirk dancing on his lips as he says, "Allow me to be the magician tonight. What's your poison?"
You meet his gaze with a teasing smile. "Well, if you're the magician, surprise me with your best trick. Maybe something with a twist of mystery."
He chuckles, a low and melodic sound. "Mystery, huh? How about a classic, then? How does a whiskey sour sound? It's got just the right amount of intrigue."
You nod approvingly. "Sounds like you know your way around the bar. Whiskey sour it is."
As he signals the bartender, Joe turns his attention back to you. "So, what brings you to this corner of the bar tonight?"
You playfully twirl a strand of hair. "Just out with my friends, enjoying the night. But then I spotted the you in the dark corner, and curiosity got the better of me."
He raises an eyebrow, the charm in his eyes unmistakable. "You spotted me, huh? Well, it seems curiosity works both ways. What's your name?"
You extend a hand. "Y/N. And you're Joe, the attraction of the night, I presume."
He takes your hand, his grip firm yet gentle. "Guilty as charged, Y/N. So, are you a fan, or was it just my irresistible charm that lured you in?"
You laugh, the banter flowing effortlessly. "Maybe a bit of both. Your eyes have a way of making the ordinary feel tempting."
Joe smirks, leaning a bit closer. "Well, I must say, your gold dress is doing its fair share of enchanting tonight."
The conversation continues, a dance of words filled with flirty exchanges and charming wit, creating a magnetic connection that goes beyond the confines of the bustling bar.
As you and Joe take to the dance floor, a subtle shift in the atmosphere becomes palpable. The pulsating beat of the music seems to synchronize with your movements, drawing the attention of the surrounding crowd.
All eyes gradually gravitate toward the two of you, creating an invisible spotlight on this spontaneous dance. The initial curiosity transforms into a collective recognition– Joe Burrow, the NFL quarterback, sharing a moment of connection with a stranger on the dance floor.
The dimly lit bar becomes a stage, and you and Joe the unwitting performers. Whispers and glances follow your every move, and the music seems to amplify, encapsulating the shared energy of the room. The air is charged with a mix of admiration, surprise, and perhaps a touch of envy as the ordinary night transforms into an extraordinary spectacle.
In that moment, the dance floor becomes a canvas, and your connection with Joe, the brushstroke that paints a captivating picture. All eyes are on the two of you, caught in the rhythm of the music and the chemistry that seems to transcend the boundaries of the crowded bar.
Gold cage, hostage to my feelings
Back against the wall
Trippin', trip-trippin' when you're gone
'Cause we breakdown a little
But when you get me alone, it's so simple
'Cause baby, I know what you know
We can feel it
The night unfolds with a seamless transition, and before you know it, you find yourself in a secluded corner behind the bar with Joe. The distant hum of the crowd and the rhythmic beats of the music create a cocoon of intimacy around the two of you.
Your back rests against the wall with you arms wrapped around the tall man in front of you, and Joe, with a casual yet confident demeanor, has his hands all over you.
“Fuck.” Joe breathes out against your lips.
Your lips molded against his, clashing and sloppy as Joe caressed your body all over before pushing you harder against the wall.
"Fuck, you're so fucking beautiful.” Joe says as he kisses down your neck and chest.
"Touch me" you practically purred, but this time it's a plea. "You want me to touch you?" Joe asks as he kisses down your neck and chest. You nod and gasp as his hand reaches up to cup one of your breasts through the fabric of your dress.
"Mmmm, you're so fucking sexy" Joe says as he starts to squeeze your breast. You moan and arch your back, pushing your chest into his hand. Joe moves his hand down to the hem of your dress and slowly slides it up over your hips.
You feel his hands on your thighs, massaging them as he pushes the dress up further. You feel his breath on your skin as he kisses down your stomach and then back up to your breasts. He takes one nipple into his mouth and sucks it hard, causing you to moan loudly.
He switches to the other nipple and gives it the same treatment. "Oh fuck, that feels so good," you moan as he continues to suck on your nipples. Joe moves his hand down to your pussy and starts rubbing it through your panties.
"Mmm, you're so wet for me, baby," he says as he slips his finger inside you. You moan even louder as he starts to finger you. "Fuck, I want to taste you," Joe says as he pulls your panties off. He licks his fingers clean and then starts to lick your pussy.
You moan and writhe against his tongue as he eats you out. "Oh god, yes, yes, yes," you moan as he continues to eat you out. “Please, more, Joe.” You gripped his hair, you could practically feel him smirking against you.
"Mmm, yeah? You want more, baby?" he asks as he slips his finger back inside you.
"Fuck, yes," you moan as he starts to finger fuck you. He adds another finger and continues to fuck your pussy with his fingers.
"Oh god, please don't stop," you beg him as he continues to eat your pussy out and finger fucks it at the same time.
"I'm not going to stop until you cum for me," he says as he starts to finger fuck you faster. You could feel yourself getting closer and closer to cumming. "Oh god, I'm gonna cum!" you scream as you cum all over his face and fingers.
He keeps fingering you until you've finished cumming and then he stands up. "Can I fuck you, please?," he whispered against your ear as he placed more kisses against your neck.
“Please.” You breathed out impatiently.
Joe unbuckled his pants before lowering it along with his underwear showcasing his big hard on. You watch as he strokes his cock and then lifted your leg to wrap against him. He lines up his cock with your pussy and then thrusts into you.
"Oh fuck, you're so tight," he groans as he starts to fuck you. You wrap your legs around him and start to meet his thrusts. "Fuck, you feel so good," he says as he continues to fuck you. He picks you up and pounded you against the wall.
"Just like that. You’re so good for me, baby," he says as he pounds you harder. You can feel his cock throbbing inside of you as you bit the love of his ear, a whimpering mess, “Joe, harder.”
Joe did just that.
“Take it. Take it.” He slammed into you harder and harder, your nails digging into his back, you both moaned as you threw your head back in ecstasy.
"Fuck, Joe," you say as he continues to fuck you. "You're so fucking good." Joe started to fuck you harder and harder, his cock throbbing inside of you. He could feel himself getting close and he knew that he was going to cum soon.
"I'm going to cum," he says. "Do you want me to pull out?"
"No, just keep fucking me. I’m on birth control," you shook your head. "I want your cum inside of me." Joe smiles and continues to fuck you harder and harder. He can feel himself getting closer and closer to the edge, his cock throbbing inside of you.
"I'm going to cum," he says again. "I'm going to fill you up with my cum." You moan and push him closer against you, urging him on.
He can feel your pussy clenching around his cock, and he knows that you're close too. "Cum for me," he says, thrusting harder and faster into you.
You can feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge, and then you finally let go, crying out as you cum all over his cock. Joe groans and follows suit, filling you up with his hot cum. He holds you tightly against him as he continues to pulse inside of you.
"I can’t believe we just did that," you say, kissing him softly. "You wanna get of here" he says, smiling down at you.
"Yes please."
You both get dressed and head out the door. You can't help but feel a sense of euphoria. You've just had amazing sex with someone who you just met but someone who makes you feel safe and comfortable.
And all the pieces fall
Right into place
Getting caught up in a moment
Lipstick on your face
So it goes
Leaving the enchanting sanctuary behind the bar, you and Joe walk out hand in hand, the cool night air providing a refreshing contrast to the warmth of the shared moments.
As you step into the night, you can't help but notice the subtle aftermath of your little moment and the whispered conversations. Joe's lips are tinted with a faint red hue, a playful smudge of your lipstick from an impromptu moment of closeness. You, too, wear the evidence on your lips, a charming reminder of the shared laughter and connection.
The onlookers can't help but whisper and gossip as you navigate through the lingering crowd. A few conspicuous lip marks on Joe's face and neck become the talk of the night, adding an air of mystery and intrigue to your departure.
Despite the whispers, you and Joe continue walking hand in hand, oblivious to the outside commentary. The city lights cast a gentle glow on the scene as you embark on the journey home, the echoes of the night's magic lingering in the air.
I'm yours to keep
And I'm yours to lose
You know I'm not a bad girl
But I do bad things with you
So it goes
A few months into the relationship, the dynamics between you and Joe have seamlessly woven together.
You, typically labeled as the good girl since childhood, have followed rules diligently, excelled at school, and cultivated a high-paying job. However, with Joe, a transformation has occurred. He's managed to unlock a side of you that, until now, had been carefully tucked away
In his company, you let loose, embracing a freedom that transcends the boundaries of the familiar. The structured life you once led now coexists with moments of spontaneity and laughter. Joe has become the catalyst, bringing forth the ‘bad’ side– a side unapologetically liberated and carefree.
The dichotomy between the good girl exterior and the liberated spirit within becomes a harmonious dance in your relationship. Joe appreciates the layers, the depth beyond the conventional labels, and you find joy in the uncharted territories of letting go.
I make all your gray days clear and
Wear you like a necklace
I'm so chill, but you make me jealous
But I got your heart
Skippin', skip-skippin' when I'm gone
The morning sun bathes the charming streets in a warm glow as you and Joe step into a quaint restaurant for a brunch date. The air is filled with the tantalizing aroma of freshly brewed coffee and the gentle sizzle of brunch delights.
The restaurant exudes a cozy ambiance, adorned with rustic decor and soft, ambient lighting. Sunlight filters through lace curtains, casting a gentle pattern on the checkered tablecloth. The gentle hum of conversation and clinking of cutlery create a soothing backdrop.
Seated at a corner table, you and Joe peruse the menu, the anticipation of delightful flavors adding a spark to the atmosphere. The waiter arrives, and you both share playful glances as you place your orders.
As you wait for the food to arrive, the conversation flows effortlessly. The ambiance encourages intimacy, allowing you to share laughter and stolen glances, creating a shared world within the confines of the cozy restaurant.
The dishes arrive, each plate a work of culinary art. The flavors dance on your palate, and the occasional clinking of your utensils against the plate becomes a rhythm that accompanies your shared moments.
The scene is painted with the colors of love and the promise of the day ahead. The brunch date unfolds like a story, each bite a chapter in the narrative of your connection, as you and Joe savor both the delicious food and the joy of being in each other's company.
Amidst the delightful brunch spread, you and Joe find yourselves immersed in a conversation that effortlessly weaves between shared memories and future dreams.
Joe smiles, his eyes locking onto yours. "Remember that time we tried making pancakes together and ended up with a kitchen covered in flour?"
You chuckle, a warm nostalgia enveloping the moment. "How could I forget? We turned a simple breakfast into a floury battlefield. Good times."
The conversation takes a turn toward upcoming plans. "Speaking of which, any thoughts on that weekend getaway we've been tossing around?" Joe asks, his gaze filled with excitement.
You nod, enthusiasm mirroring his. "Mmm hmm. A change of scenery sounds perfect. Maybe somewhere with a beach or a cozy cabin in the mountains?"
Before Joe can respond, the waitress arrives, interrupting the conversation with a flirtatious demeanor. She directs her attention towards Joe, her smile overly friendly as she takes a moment longer than necessary to place the water glasses on the table.
"Hey there," she says, a hint of flirtation in her voice. "Anything else I can get for you?"
You exchange a knowing glance with Joe, and as the waitress lingers a little too close, you can't help but feel a twinge of annoyance at the unwarranted interruption.
As the waitress hovers a bit too long, a subtle pang of jealousy tightens within. You've always been secure in your relationship with Joe, understanding that his charm might attract attention. You've been chill, confident that his heart belongs to you.
Yet, in this moment, an unexpected wave of possessiveness creeps in. It's not about doubt, but an innate response to the realization that your boyfriend, undeniably attractive, draws attention from others. The jealousy is fleeting but palpable, a twinge of discomfort you hadn't anticipated.
The waitress continues her lingering presence, focusing most of her attention on Joe. "So, Joe, do you come here often? I haven't seen you around before," she says, a subtle flirtation in her voice as she refills his water glass.
Joe, trying to be polite but sensing the awkwardness, replies, "Oh, well, it's our first time here for brunch. Heard great things about the food."
She smiles, leaning in a bit too close. "Well, I'm glad you chose to spend your morning here. You know, we have some special desserts today. Maybe I can tempt you with something sweet?"
You, sitting there, feel the tension rising, your jealousy now mingling with irritation. Despite Joe's efforts to redirect the attention back to you, the waitress continues to engage him, seemingly oblivious to your presence.
Reminding yourself of the love you share, you take a deep breath, letting logic override the momentary surge of jealousy. It's a reminder that even in a secure relationship, occasional pangs of possessiveness can surface, only to be soothed by the assurance that Joe is yours, heart and all.
Joe, maintaining his politeness, manages an awkward chuckle. "We'll have to check out those desserts, but for now, we're pretty set with brunch. Thanks."
As the awkward encounter with the waitress concludes and she finally leaves your table, Joe lets out a relieved sigh. "Sorry about that. She was a bit... persistent."
You smile, appreciating Joe's acknowledgment of the situation. "It's okay. People can be a little forward sometimes."
Joe reaches across the table, gently taking your hand. "You know I only have eyes for you, right, baby?"
Your gaze meets his, reassured by the sincerity in his eyes. "I do, but it's just one of those moments, you know? Sometimes, even when you know, a little reminder helps."
Understanding your sentiments, Joe smiles warmly. "I get it. And speaking of reminders..." He nods toward your neck.
You look down to see the delicate necklace, the chain adorned with a small pendant bearing Joe's name. It's a subtle yet meaningful piece he gave you, a constant reminder of the love you share.
"Remember the name you wear," he says, his voice gentle but filled with conviction.
As you trace the pendant with your fingers, you feel a renewed sense of connection. Joe's name against your skin serves as a steadfast reminder that, despite occasional external distractions, your bond is unshakeable.
The brunch may have had its awkward moments, but the shared glance and the necklace serve as anchors, grounding you both in the warmth of your relationship.
You smiled at the thought.
You did a number on me
But honestly, baby, who's counting?
I did a number on you
But honestly, baby, who's counting?
So it goes
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𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬
𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬!𝘧𝘦𝘮/𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘹 𝘫𝘰𝘦 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘸
𝙨𝙮𝙥𝙣𝙤𝙨𝙞𝙨: 𝘫𝘰𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵, 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘬𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘵, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘵’𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘧𝘶𝘯 𝘰𝘯 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘴.
[ warnings: fluff w/ a pinch of smut, newlyweds alert. new years update so im sorry if it’s short i just wanted to write sumn about joe:) ]
“joe! the fight is on!” i yelled as i ran downstairs, rushing to turn the tv on as joe followed behind as i was in a robe, and he was in his, open and out.
“alright, here i come, mrs. burrow.” joe jokingly chuckled as he grabbing a water before he sat next to me on the couch, grabbing a water before immediately tuning into the main event of the card.
me and joe normally bond on things, even special date nights reduce to ufc fights or any type of martial arts because it’s rare for a girl to like it.
especially since we were newlyweds and we had all the free time since the season was over. but not only do we do, we made up a tradition to do on these fights. it encites the fun within it all.
betting on it.
“usman has leon in the second around by knockout.” joe smiled as he took a sip of his water, making me blink out and stare at him.
“nope, leon has it, third round, knock out. bet on it.” i smirked that the last part as i looked over at him, smirking to say the least, before looking at me the same way.
“okay, winner…gets 500 dollars.” joe shrugged as i looked over at him, smirking as he did the same.
“okay, but let me raise the steaks. double it and the winner gets the cookie jar money.” i smiled as joe furrowed his eyebrows, looking at me as i sat up.
he was taken aback by that, but he wasn’t turning it down.
we had a cookie jar with money we randomly have left to save for any future things we planned on, but for right now it was just sitting there at that moment.
it was a total or near estimate of 3,800-4,000 dollars in there, but who really was counting?
“alright. you’re on beautiful.” joe confirmed as he kissed my lips, making me blush, he’s so cute.
I YELLED loudly as i jumped up and down, my prediction was right after all.
joe looked defeated in some way but smiling because this was the best ever bonding time we’ve ever had, especially date night kinda things. just proud of me but it kinda sucked he lost thousand dollars.
“i told you! didn’t i not?” i squealed as i jumped up and down on the couch, making joe laugh, his face turning red at his wife being hyper.
“alright, alright beautiful. you got me there. congrats.” joe chuckled as his face turned red making me slouch right back into his lap, facing him.
“mnm…thank you mr. burrow.” i smiled as he kissed me on my cheek, tapping my thigh as the ppv concluded.
“what do you plan on doing with the winnings anways? shopping?” joe asked curiously as he looked at me with his hooded blue-icey eyes. lord. if looks could kill.
i took it in as i giggled a bit, but i thought about it for a second before smiling, adverting my eyes back to him.
“im gonna use it…and the cookie jar money…go get your whole mancave redecorated like you asked, for your birthday baby.” i smiled widely as joe’s eyes lit up, making us share a passionate kiss, whi body language changed immediately.
he loved how i was never selfish and always thought about him, even though he’s great at taking care of me in return.
i love him so much.
“really?” joe asked again as i chuckled, confirming it as i yelped at him randomly picking me up out of nowhere.
“i love you so much y/n.” he whispered as i smiled, doing the same.
“i love you more…but where are we going? we have like two more fights to watch.”
“nope, but you know what i really wanna do? i wanna go some actual rounds, and make you tap-out…hm?” he bit his lip at me as i wrapped my arms around his neck, returning the same energy look.
the sexual tension. “mhm…that’s if you don’t tap out on me.” i playfully smirked.
“trust me. i got enough energy.” joe smirked as he took me into the back, making me squeal the night played out well.
and we did some unspeakable rounds that night…date night successful.
[ HELLO?? nobody asked for some joe newlywed fluff with a pinch of smut HUH? but happy new years! 😗 even though they lost so idk why im updating. ]
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Could you write a Christmas baking turned naughty with Joe burrow? Maybe you’re trying to bake some cookies for the Christmas party but he’s being all needy
Frosting Looks Better on You|| Joe Burrow x reader
•pairing: Joe Burrow x reader
•summary: Baking for the annual Bengals WAGs Christmas party takes a naughty turn
•warnings: fluff, suggestive language, horny joe, licking frosting off of body parts, allusions to smut
“Joe?” you asked sweetly, “could you hand me the frosting?”
He nodded at your request, pushing himself off the counter and grabbing the frosting from over by the oven.
You were currently baking and decorating cookies for the annual Christmas party for the Bengals wives and girlfriends. Each year you all throw a party, with each girl being responsible for bringing a different food or beverage. This year you were responsible for the cookies.
Joe handed you the bowl of homemade buttercream frosting. You grabbed the bowl and thanked him before going back to work on decorating the sugar cookies. As you were frosting the cookies, Joe was eyeing you from behind. He was eyeing you hard, too.
Something about the way you looked hard at work concentrating on making those cookies look perfect had him intrigued. The outfit you had in wasn’t helping his thoughts either. The all black jumpsuit hugged your curves perfectly and showed just enough cleavage to make him want to take you right there in the kitchen.
You had just frosted a fifth cookie when Joe had had enough of just admiring you. He needed you, and he needed you badly. He pushed himself off the counter once again, huffing out a sigh as he did so. You chuckled at the sound of your boyfriend’s dramatic sigh. You knew exactly what had him bothered.
Joe walked up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist. Tugging you into him as you picked up another cookie. You moaned softly at the feeling of his lips on your neck, sucking so harshly at the skin that you were sure he would leave bruises. He licked a stripe up your neck before gently biting at your earlobe. Your eyes fluttered closed at the feeling as your arousal started to grow. You couldn’t though…your party is in an hour and a half and you still had two dozen cookies to frost.
“Joe,” you whimpered softly as your boyfriend continued to suck violently at your neck, “I c-mph, can’t. These have to be done in an hour.”
“The cookies can wait, but you can’t and neither can I.” You scoffed lightly, trying to tear your needy boyfriend away from you. “Oh I can wait.”
You really couldn’t—at least, not anymore at.
“Your body says otherwise.” Joe smirked as his hands came up to your breasts, playing with your hard nipples. You shuddered at his touch, throwing your head back into his shoulder as he palmed your breasts. Joe always knew how to get you to unwind under his touch. You dropped the spoon you were using to frost the cookies.
“Besides,” Joe said as he let go of your chest. He turned you around so now you were facing him. He had a sly smile on his face as he spoke, “this frosting looks better on you anyways. Tastes better too.”
You eyed Joe as he swiped his index finger along the rim of the frosting bowl. He kept his eyes locked with yours as he slowly brought his finger down to your chest, spreading the frosting all along your breasts and cleavage. Your breath hitched at the feeling of his finger spreading the sweetness over your body. Joe continued to eye you as he sucked his finger clean. You bit your lip in anticipation, letting out a soft whimper as he slowly brought his face into your cleavage. Joe started to lap up the frosting in a slow-teasing way, making sure to look up at you every now and then as he licked you clean.
“Joey,” you moaned out as you brought your hands up to his blonde locks that were growing out again, “don’t stop, feels so good.”
Joe smirked as his chuckle vibrated against your chest, making your body jolt. “Wasn’t planning on it baby girl, now,” he put his hands on the back of your legs, bringing them up to your butt cheeks and giving them a generous squeeze. “Jump.”
You jumped up on the counter, pushing the cookie tray to the side as Joe removed his mouth from your sticky chest. You both let out a moan of pleasure as you kissed hungrily on the kitchen counter.
The cookies could wait.
this one was short but WHEW i got all giggly just writing it🤭
i apologize for how short this one was, but i think it still gets the job done ;) any joe smut is good smut in my opinion. i don’t have much to say bc i already gave my whole spiel on the first post i made lol
have a great day lovelies!🤍
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neeeeeddd a joe burrow fic based off a harry song…grapejuice? satellite? daylight? keep driving? so many good options!!!!!
blurb based on grapejuice, harry styles
Joe sipped his beer, lounging by the pool with his phone in his right hand. He was spending some of his much needed vacation time with friends in Cancun after the end of the season. It had only been a few months since his split from you, his recovery process with his wrist still incessant.
He opened Instagram to your bikini-clad body, staying on the lake just as the two of you had the prior summer. He swiped over to find another picture of you, this time hugging one of your girlfriends with a drink in your hand. He saw that you were staying in the same Airbnb, recognizing the backyard and picnic tables that your friends had filled out when you had come up with the idea that you both grill for everyone. While you had given a solid effort, he ended up doing most of the grilling while you frequented the cooler of High Noons.
He tried to shake the memory of your bathing suit beneath his wrinkled white button up you’d thrown on, leaving it flowing and open against the crimson fabric of the bikini. He watched you all afternoon, drunk and pressing sloppy kissed on his neck and exposed back if you couldn’t quite make it onto your tiptoes to reach his lips.
“Alright, killer,” Joe eventually chuckled, gently slipping the drink out of your hand. “I think it’s time for some water, it’s only three and you’re washed. I can hardly keep up.”
“Joey,” you sat up, attempting to look more sober and relaxed. “Are you cutting me off?”
“Think of it more like an intermission,” he returned to your side with a bottle of water and ran his hand down the top of your head and back of your hair affectionately as he sat and let his arm rest around your shoulders while everyone ate and talked.
He was staring at the same backyard, except this time it was just you returning and he was forced to stomach the feeling of the loss again. The worst part wasn’t even the pictures, or the fact that you could so easily sit in a place where you’d created so many memories with him. It was how happy you looked, the color in your face and the fullness of your cheeks.
He could hardly function without you, even when he was out with his friends and laughing. It took being five or six drinks deep just for him to crack a smile these days. You looked radiant, however, and he detested himself for not being able to get to where you were.
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Joe puts his foot in his mouth when he says that sex distracts him from being his best on the field, and you make him pay for it in ways that he didn't expect.
Warnings: language, smut, a little harmless arguing, angst
A/N: This didn't turn out very Valentine's themed lol but enjoy!
You felt Joe's large hand on your waist, his fingers digging into your skin as he nestled his face in the crook of your neck. You looked at him through the vanity mirror as he placed gentle kisses along your neck and shoulder. You felt his hard chest muscles against your back as he pressed his body into yours, gently swaying back and forth.
"Good Morning, baby. Happy Birthday." He placed a small velvet box down on the corner of the sink. You brushed your nails over the top, feeling the soft fabric beneath your fingertips. Your stomach flipped as you thought of saying something, getting all of your frustrations out with your boyfriend, but words always seemed to fall short with Joe. He was a man of action, and the only thing he understood were moves made with intention. You tapped the box one more time before going back to putting your makeup on in the mirror.
"You remembered." It wasn't a question, simply a statement of notice.
"Of course I remembered. How could I forget your birthday?" He watched your face through the mirror, his brow knitted together as you tipped your head to the side. "Birthdays seem like a distraction."
Joe let out a small grunt as you shoved him off of you and walked out of the bathroom. "I thought you were over this." He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose as he followed you into the closet. "Over what?"
"Don't make me say it. I really didn't want to bring this up on your birthday." You let your silk robe slip off of your shoulders and onto the floor, exposing your bare ass to Joe. He bit his bottom lip hard at the sight, resisting every instinct he had to reach out and grab you. "Joe, I have no idea what you're talking about." You put all of your focus on getting dressed for the day. He watched as you slipped on one of his favorite pair of your panties, a white lace pair that had a small bow at the back of the waistband.
"Baby...", he flexed his jaw as he contemplated his next move. He could swallow his pride and beg for forgiveness, but he had respect for himself, and he knew that would only turn you off. "I just think you misunderstood what I meant."
You turned on you heels quickly to face him, snapping the strap of your matching white lace bra on your shoulder. "See that's where you're wrong, Joey." You knew that nickname annoyed him when anyone but his mom called him that. "I understood you completely. You need to be in the zone so you can perform on the field, and sex, sex with me specifically, if I remember your wording, is a distraction."
You always respected Joe and how seriously he took his career but it seemed like ever since you moved in together, you were getting to see another side of him, one that you didn't particularly like. At first you chalked it up to him being superstitious, if a bit persnickety about his lifestyle. He had routines that he had to stick to, specific ways he liked to spend his days before and after a game, and sometimes you felt like you were just getting in the way.
The only place you knew he could relax was in the bedroom. Sex with Joe was fantastic, always had been. He was attentive and passionate, a side that no one else got to see but you. It made you feel incredibly close to him, and for the longest, you could convince yourself that the face he put on for the world was just to protect himself, and you knew the real him.
When he rejected your advances one night a couple days ago, you immediately began to doubt yourself. He gave you the excuse that he was tired, and you definitely wanted to respect that, but this was the first time you'd seen him all week, and usually he would be all over you the minute he got home. You pressed for an explanation out of desperation, a couple of quips quickly turned into a full blown argument, and finally you pulled the truth out of him.
"I need to focus on my game and I can't do that if you're constantly throwing yourself at me!" It was as if you could actually see the weight lift off his chest as he stood in front of you, teeming with anger. "I'm sorry", he let out an exasperated sigh as he raked his finger though his blonde locks, trying to call his breathing. "but you're distracting me. You're a distraction. I'm sorry to say it, but you are."
You couldn't hide the hurt on your face if you wanted to, tears stinging your eyes. You didn't want to be a distraction, you wanted to be the one place that Joe could always come back to, no matter what was going on. It hurt a lot more than you ever thought it could hearing him say that. "Okay, I'm sorry." You dropped your gaze to your feet, giving him small nods. "I'm sorry for pushing you."
"Baby I-". Joe felt immediate guilt as you looked at him through your tears. You held up a hand to stop him. "I'm gonna sleep in the guest room." You felt incredibly small as you walked away from him, wiping a stray tear that rolled down your cheek.
When he approached you the next day with apologies and a promise that he didn't mean a word he said, and he was just in over his head with his career right now, you were quick to forgive him. Only distractions were slow to forgive apologies, dragging on what could be resolved so quickly, and you were anything but a distraction. You put on your best smile, and allowed things to fall into place and go back the way they were, just how Joe liked it.
Joe traveled to Tennessee that week under the pretense that everything was fine between the two of you, and for the most part they were. You weren't vindictive in the slightest, but you did know how to keep your promises, and if sex was a distraction to Joe when he was trying to focus on football, you were not going to stand in his way.
You went to the bed the night before your birthday fully intending to continue on as if nothing was bothering you, but when you woke up that morning, you just couldn't. You couldn't hide how hurt you were by Joe's confession. Standing in front of him as you got dressed just confirmed it for you. Joe didn't think he did anything wrong, and for that reason alone, you weren't going to get an apology.
You closed the clasp on the necklace Joe gave you for Christmas around your neck. "I'm going to brunch with my parents." You tucked your purse underneath your arms and slipped on a few of your favorite delicate rings.
"I can get dressed in five minutes, if you wanna wait for me downstairs." You stopped him from leaving, patting his chest a couple of times with a small smile. "Don't worry, I told them you were busy. They aren't expecting you to show up."
Joe expected you back a couple hours later, so he waited for you at home, keeping himself busy with getting your birthday dinner together. He pulled out all the stops even before this fight happened, planning for a private chef to cook you your favorite meal, working with a sommelier to ship in your favorite wine from Italy that you discovered on a trip their together. He even put on a suit, even though he hated dressing up to his core, and waited for you.
Two hours turned into four, four into six, and soon you'd been gone all day, the sun setting on the dinner that was now getting cold.
Joe left you what must have been thirty calls and just as many texts, all left unreturned and unanswered. He called your parents, but they hadn't seen you since you left brunch.
He was about to send out a search party when you finally came home, shopping bags filling both of your hands.
"Where have you been?", Joe asked as he shoved his hands in the pockets of his trousers. "Out", you replied plainly. "Time just got away from me, I guess."
You stopped in front of the dining room, taking in the incredibly sweet gesture that was now a pitiful display, the candles more than halfway burnt through, wax dripping on to the tablecloth. "This is very sweet of you." Your tone suggested otherwise, deadpan and not the least bit sincere. "A distraction, but still, very sweet. I'm gonna take a shower." You dropped the bags by the dining table, not even looking in Joe's direction.
Joe wasn't stupid, he just took things at face value, so when you said you forgave him, he truly thought you forgave him, but he should have known better. He could still vividly remember the hurt on your face during your fight, and the guilt still hadn't left him, but he was hoping the time would heal this, and things would go back to the way they were, as if the argument never happened. He needed to fix this.
He heard the water running when he entered the bedroom, shedding his suit jacket and stripping down to his boxers before he entered the bathroom.
Steam billowed out of the top of the shower stall, and he could make out your figure behind the fogged up glass as he stepped in behind you. You closed your eyes, allowing the hot water to run over your face and body. You didn't have the energy to fight right now, so you stayed quiet as you felt his hands grab at your waist, pulling you in close. His touch felt like heaven. It wasn't as if you wanted to stay away from him, and the distance was killing you.
You fell into his hold as he pressed a kiss to your shoulder blade, his lips lingering against your skin. You tipped your head to the side, exposing your neck to him. "I'm sorry", he mumbled against your neck. You nodded, keeping your eyes closed. "I know. I already forgave you." His hands spread wide as he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you in tight to his chest.
"I owe you more than one apology." He turned you to face him, the water pounding against your back as you looked up at him. "I'm sorry for even making you think for a second you were anything but the best thing that's ever happened to me. I was a fucking idiot for saying you were a distraction." You pushed the wet hair that fell in his face back.
"I get that you're under a lot of stress, but you can come to me with anything. We're on the same team." You watched the floor as a droplet of water fell from the tip of your nose. "I know, I'm sorry." You looked back up at Joe with a smile. "Stop apologizing. I forgive you. For real this time." He barely got out a chuckle before you crashed your lips with his, your hands finding the back of his head as Joe deepened the kiss, pressing you against the shower wall. You could barely breathe, but you couldn't care less in the moment.
You broke apart, letting out a short gasp as you felt his hands travel towards your mound, his thumb easily finding your clit, and drawing slow circles around it. You were so desperate, so hungry, you could feel your orgasm building only seconds after.
Joe let out a sharp breath through his nostrils as you began to stroke the head of his cock. He instinctively pressed his pelvis against your lower stomach when you didn't let up, keeping an even pace. Your hand traveled up and down his entire length, and he could already feel himself self start to come undone.
"Stop", he huffed out, "stop, please." You did as he asked, watching his eyes darken with lust as he kissed you again, pulling at your bottom lip with his teeth. "You want this as much as I do right now?"
"Yes", you moaned out, and Joe made quick movement out of wrapping your left leg around his waist, holding you steady with one hand, while he moved to line his cock up at your entrance with his other hand, teasing you as he drug the tip of his dick up and down through your folds before slowly pushing himself inside.
You shivered as you felt the water temperature change for a split second, whimpering as he pushed himself all the way to the hilt. "You okay?", he asked without ever looking up. You could only nod as you placed your hands on his shoulders, letting out another moan as he slowly began to rock his hips back and forth into you.
Your entire body was on fire as he quickened his pace, the angle brushing against your g-spot with each stroke. "Right there, don't stop." You knocked your head back in pleasure, closing your eyes, feeling Joe's hand dig into your hip as he felt the warmth pool in his stomach, already close to his orgasm. He could feel his knees grow week, but his pace never faltered, thrusting into you with all of his strength.
"Fuck-fu- don't stop", your mouth hung open as you pulled him closer, Joe burying his face into your neck as you cradled his head, your fingernails scratching at his scalp. You could feel his chest vibrate against your body as he took in ragged breaths, unable to control his thrusts, his hips staggering.
One final slam of his hips and you felt the coil in your core snap, every muscle tensing in your body before you released, your orgasm radiating throughout your entire body. "Fuck, I'm cumming", Joe slammed a hand against the wall by your head as you pulled him deeper and deeper with each pulse of your pussy. He stuttered, his legs shaking as he came inside of you.
He let your leg slowly drop towards the ground, his hands moving to frame your face. "You're so beautiful, truly the best thing to ever happen to me."
"I know", you replied with a cocky grin, making Joe chuckle.
You were drying your hair with a towel at the vanity, when he walked up behind you, hiding his face in your neck, just as he did that morning. This time, you felt nothing but bliss, a smile forming on your face. "Let's try this again", Joe chuckled, placing the small velvet box on the corner of the sink, exactly where he'd put it before. "Happy Birthday, baby."
You looked at the box before looking up at him again. He felt his heart skip a beat at the face you gave him, a mixture of anger and sadness. He backed away, concerned. "What's wrong?"
You quickly broke your façade, giving him a genuine smile. "Nothing, I was just messing with you." You reached for the box, but Joe was quicker, snatching it away from you. "Now you're not getting anything. I'm gonna save this for your next birthday." He ran into the bedroom and you ran after him.
"Joe, I'm sorry! I was just joking. Please give me my present!"
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Joe Burrow x Reader
One of Joes friends flirts with you
Joe walks into the bathroom, shirtless, and in a pair of black slacks. His muscles ripple across his abdomen, dipping down towards the top of his pants.
He holds up two button down shirts by the hanger. “White or blue?”
“Did you come in here just to show off your body?” You tease making eye contact with him in the mirror as you put on your lipstick.
A smirk crosses his face as his eyes gleam with pride. That’s exactly what he did. “I need your advice. White or blue?”
“White. I like you in the traditional black and white suit.” You smile.
“Blue it is.” He teases and flashes you a wink as he heads out of the bathroom.
You roll your eyes and continue to get ready. Tonight was the NFL Honors party. A ton of players from all different teams across the country would be gathering for the annual awards show to honor the seasons best players. Joe was up for a few awards, you expected he’d win at least one.
He’s comes back into the hotel bathroom a few minutes later looking sexier than ever. You wondered if he had any idea how hot he was.
“How’s it look?” He questioned, looking himself up and down and the mirror.
“Incredible.” You can’t take your eyes off of him. “Can you help me into my dress?” You ask, slipping off your robe and stepping into your long gown.
“You look stunning, baby.” He presses his lips to the back of your neck as he zips the dress.
You and Joe made your way to the party and spent the first hour talking with other players and Wags. There were only a handful of other players from the Bengals, so you took the chance to meet some of Joes competitors.
As Joe wandered off to chat with other players, you took the opportunity to sneak out to the bathroom. As you turned the corner to the quiet hallways, you run into a familiar face. As the only 2 Quarterbacks here tonight, Joe and Patrick Mahomes would be giving a speech together. You’d met Patrick a handful of times before at similar events. You always thought he was handsome, but unlike Joe, he was quite cocky.
“Hey Patrick.” You smiled and the quarterback reached out to embrace you in a hug.
“Hey Mrs. Burrow.” He greeted you. “Good to see you!” As you pulled away from the hug Patrick’s hand lingered over yours.
“Not Mrs. Burrow quite yet.” You laughed, flashing your engagement ring on the other hand. “Good to see you too! Is Brittney here?” You asked.
“No she couldn’t make it. Lots going at home with the kids.” He took a step closer to you, if that was even possible. His hand left yours and found its way to your hip. His fingers lightly danced across your hip bone. “You look beautiful.” He is close enough now that his breath coats your lips. “Joe wouldn’t mind if we caught up for a bit, would he?”
“Has anyone ever been able to tell you no before?” You ask in a whisper.
“Never.”
“Well I guess there’s a first time for everything.”
His forehead crumpled as his face fell into a frown and he blinked down at you. “What?” His hand slips from your hip.
“Enjoy your night.” Your turn to make your way back to the party. As you scan the room your eyes immediately lock with Joes who has just witnessed this whole incident.
He storms over to you and nearly ran over Patrick on his way. Up until this moment, Patrick had been one of Joe’s idols, but he wanted to gouge his eyes at for looking at you like that. Like you could possibly be his when you so clearly belonged to Joe. Hadn’t Patrick even referred to you as ‘Mrs. Burrow’ a moment before?
Patrick’s eyebrows shot up when he noticed Joe approaching.
“Baby, why don’t you go find our table.” Joe places his hand on the small of your back and guides you towards the room.
Joe had two crystal glasses in his hand and forced one towards Patrick. “Hey, Man.” He greeted his competitor. “Before our speech I have one question.”
You could see Patrick’s shoulders visibly fall, thinking he wasn’t going to get in trouble for flirting with you.
“When you touched my fiancé just now, which hand did you use?” Joe asked, his voice full of anger. “Your throwing hand?”
Patrick froze. “What - I -“
“My finance.” Joe took a step closer to Patrick. “Long blonde hair, black dress. The most beautiful woman at the event.” Joe pressed his drink to his lips.
“I - I -“ Patrick’s stuttered response stood no chance against Joe.
“I don’t want to see you near her again. In fact, when we sit down, you better not even look at her.”
Joe turned on his heels and made his way back into the room to find you.
Familiar hands find your shoulders and a kiss is planted on top of your head.
“I’m sorry, baby.” Joe takes a seat at the table next to you. “This will be the last time I agree to work with him.”
“It’s okay, Joey. It’s not your fault.”
“I refuse to work with someone who treats people with disrespect and behaves that way in public. I put him in his place, and if I had the choice, I’d do it all over again. He’s a jackass, and I love you. You’re mine. All mine. Mine. Mine. Mine.” Joe gives you a reassuring smile.
Players begin to take their seats and you both see Patrick making his way to your table.
“I’ll see if we can move tables.” You start to slide your chair out.
Joe grabs your hand to stop you. “It’s fine.”
“Are you sure? You did try to fight him less than ten minutes ago.”
“And I’d do it all over again if I saw someone touch you like that. Let’s make him jealous and rub it in his face.” Joe gives you a smirk and wink.
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Joey B Imagines: Kiss Me*
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Summary: Another Joe prank! After engaging with so many couple pranks and trends on Tiktok, your FYP just keeps giving you more ideas! This time it's wiping your lips after Joe kisses you…
Warnings: fluff, unserious/funny, pranks, smut at the end.
Pairing: Joe Burrow x reader
Imagine universe: Into The Mystic
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*no particular date for this blurb!*
(y/n’s pov)
Today was a slow, boring, rainy day. Joe was downstairs making dinner and playing with the boys while doing so. My parents were coming down for dinner tonight and Joe has always felt the need to make a three-course dinner for them every time they come over, even though he’s had their approval for several years now.
I sat upstairs on the bed. It was that time of the month and I was also coming down from a stomach virus, not fun at all. The only positive was Joe playing sexy nurse for me, bringing me soup, and tissues, checking my temp, holding my hair when I got sick, just all around being the best husband ever.
The sounds of giggles spewing from my twin boys playing with their daddy warmed my heart. Their laughing patterns had me guessing what was going on down there. My hypothesis was Joe was “chasing” the boys, catching them, trapping them on the couch, and tickling the daylights out of them.
I was contemplating going down there to find out but the giggling stopped, and before I knew it Joe was walking into our room. He respectively knocked and when I told him to come in he did.
“Hey. You doing okay, mama?” - Joe
“Mhm.” - you softly smiled
“That's good. Do you need anything? If you're not feeling 100% we can cancel on your parents, I'll even call them myself.” - Joe
“No, I’m okay Joe. I appreciate your offering though. Can you come here for a sec?” - you
“Mhm.” - Joe
Joe softly smiled at me as he made his way over to the bed and got under the covers on his respective side.
I rolled over into his chest and got comfortable as Joe rubbed my back.
“I love you, J.” - you
“I love you more. I've got dinner mostly done, a couple of pieces of chicken aren't up to temp yet but the sides are finished.” - Joe
“Good job Mr. Chef.” - you giggled
“Mr. Chef? Sounds kinky.” - Joe chuckled
“Joseph Lee!” - you leaned up and gave him a dirty look only to find him laughing with his head back.
“Sorry, I had to. You should know by now that if there's an opportunity for a dirty joke Imma jump on it.” - Joe
“I know it, and your jokes are funny. Just get it out of your system before your in-laws are here, Burrow.” - you laughed
“Yes ma'am!” - Joe laughed along with you.
Joe went to lean down for a kiss and a memory flashed in my mind from this morning.
This morning when I woke up alone in bed the shower in the bathroom told me that Joe was in there, I scrolled on TikTok for a little bit and ended up in my collection of videos saved with the title “Do with Joe.”
It consisted of all the couple trends and pranks that I've already done on him plus ones I wanted to do but haven't yet.
Due to the gloomy weather outside, I felt like a prank would be fun to do today. This one specifically was going to be very fun.
Joe and I kiss maybe 10,000,000 times a day. That's definitely not an exaggeration either. Before we were even a couple we loved little pecks or even long make-outs; kissing each other was just essential when the feeling of each other’s lips felt like two puzzle pieces fitting together.
What this prank was is every time your partner kissed you, you'd wipe it off. Whether it be a hand kiss, a cheek kiss, a forehead kiss, or a kiss on the lips. It was to be wiped off.
Now that Joe was going to kiss me for the first time it was a perfect time to let the ranking begin.
His smooth pink lips were on mine softly and before I knew it he was pulling away.
Joe smiled down at me as he started to lean up from the bed but paused when I wiped my lips with the back of my hand.
The small smile on his lips faltered and he furrowed his brows at me.
“I've brushed my teeth this morning, so I don't have morning breath… what's up?” - Joe
I shrugged and Joe frowned.
“Are you worried you're gonna get me sick? Because you know my immune system is like a brick wall… even if you were still a little sick we could have a full make out and I promise I’d be fine.” - Joe
“Mmm, okay.” - you giggled
Joe smiled at me giggling at his response, hoping that meant he had convinced me to let him kiss me. It was a few seconds later that Joe leaned in again, pressing his lips with a little bit more force than the first time.
“I love yo-” - Joe stopped when you wiped his kiss off again
“Baby, I’m fine to kiss you.” - Joe
“I know.” - you
“Then why do you keep wiping my damn kisses off??” - Joe whined
“Just don’t feel like it today.” - you
He looked hurt and taken aback by my reasoning. Joe knew I loved kissing him so this was weird to him. Was it something he did?
Eventually, Joe walked out of the room playing with his bracelets anxiously. I'm going to absolutely smooch him to death later because even though I'm choosing to do these pranks, he always takes them personally and it makes me feel bad.
After getting out of bed and ready for dinner, I walked downstairs to find Joe setting the table. Tyson and Miles were already dressed in their usual matching fashion and their hair was fixed. My heart warmed since their hair had recently started getting curlier, and they now both had one singular blonde hair hanging over their forehead. They're just like their daddy.
“Thanks for getting the boys ready.” - you smiled at Joe
“Oh, you're welcome. I didn't want you to have to do it so I went ahead and did.” - Joe
I nodded and walked over to him, wrapping my arms around his waist and laying my head on his chest after he put the last plate down.
“Have you heard from my parents?” - you
Joe laid his head against mine and mumbled a “Mhm”.
“They said they'd be here in around 30 minutes.” - Joe
“Okay sounds good. Do you need help with anything?” - you
“Nope, I've got it all. Dinner is done, the table is set, the boys are ready, and drinks are in the fridge.” - Joe
Pulling away from his chest, my smile gleamed as I looked at my man.
“You are the best husband ever, Joe.” - you
“I try to be, baby. You deserve nothing but the best and that's what I try to be.” - Joe
“Gosh. I love you so much. You make me feel like the luckiest girl in the world, Joe.” - you
Joe was grinning and rubbing my back, he went to lean in and kiss me but awkwardly paused and pulled back.
“Sorry I… forgot.” - Joe
Fuck.
God I was supposed to be pranking him but now all I wanted to do was grab him, throw him on the couch, cuddle him, and whisper in his ear how much I loved him as I kissed all over his face.
“You make this so hard.” - you sighed
“W- what?” - Joe
“I’m supposed to be pranking you by wiping my mouth after you kiss me but now I just feel bad. You're too sweet and cute for your own good. I'm sorry for pranking you again. I think it's going to be funny but then you make me sad.” - you
“Sorry for ruining your prank, baby.” - Joe giggled
“You didn't ruin anything… you're just too… perfect.” - you
“Def not perfect. I'm not gonna lie though, I'm a little sad about your prank.” - Joe
“I'm so sorry. After my parents leave we can do whatever you want, I won't complain.” - you
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“Bye guys, see you soon!” - you
“Bye, get home safe!” - Joe
“Bye, gamma!!” - Tyson
“Bye, gwampy!” - Miles
My parents waved bye at us one last time before Joe opened the front door and gently guided the boys inside.
“Mama, tuck me in?” - Miles
“Of course, sweetie!” - you grinned at your boy
“Me too mama!” - Tyson hugged your leg
“I’ll tuck you both in don't worry.” - you smiled
“Why do you guys not want Daddy to put you to bed?!” - Joe
Joe held his arms up in defeat, waiting for Tyson or Miles to answer as they hugged at my legs.
“You don't read as good as Mama.” - Miles giggled
Joe’s mouth hung open from how distraught he was that his boys were turning away from him. I giggled at the look on his face before bending down to rub the boys’ backs to get their attention.
“Say goodnight to Dada and then we’ll go upstairs.” - you
Tyson was the first one to detach from me and run up to Joe, who happily scooped him up with one arm. Ty laid his head on his dad’s shoulder and Joe leaned over to kiss his cheek. He ran his fingers through the light blonde hair that was identical to his when he was their age.
“G’night, Dada.” - Tyson
“Night night buddy.” - Joe handed him over to you
Joe squatted down and Miles immediately walked into his father's embrace, wrapping his tiny arms around Joe’s neck as he hugged him. Joe had one hand on Miles's back and the size comparison was insane, his hand covering his son’s entire back.
“Night, Daddy.” - Miles
“Goodnight, Mi-guy.” - Joe
Miles wiggled out of Joe’s arms and back over to me. Joe stood back up at his full height and towered over me in such a delicious way.
“Stay down here. I'll be coming back down soon.” - you
The smirk forming on his lips told me he read between the lines and he realized the promise I made earlier was more sexual than he had originally thought.
Anything I want, Joe thought.
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The boys went to sleep rather quickly but before I went downstairs I made a beeline for the bedroom. I grabbed a hairband put my hair up, just in case, and took my clothes off. I slipped one of Joe’s shirts over my naked body and went downstairs.
Joe was sitting on the couch, manspreading in his usual fashion as he watched the TV in front of him.
The light from the TV showed off every beautiful curve in his face and accentuated his chiseled jawline.
After giving him a slow look up and down, my eyes lingered on his crotch where a clear bulge had formed in his slinky shorts.
He's definitely been thinking about what he wants to do.
Walking out of my hiding spot on the stairs, Joe’s eyes averted from the TV to my frame and a smile graced his lips when he saw my ponytail.
“Hey…” - you sat down next to Joe
Joe flicked the TV off, and now the room was only being lit by the small table lamps, this lighting made Joe look ridiculously sexy.
He looked over at me and licked his lips.
“What are we gonna do?” - you smiled
I watched Joe fist his shorts and pull the legs of them higher up, showcasing more of his gorgeous muscular thighs. God, those thighs.
“Since you didn't want those pretty lips touching my lips. We're gonna use them somewhere else. Sound good, mama?” - Joe
Nodding, a smirk formed on Joe’s lips as I lowered onto my knees.
I palmed Joe through his shorts causing him to groan, and satisfied I pulled them and his boxers down his long legs.
Joe’s dick was already hard, swollen, and slightly wet from the precum beading at the red tip.
Gesturing for Joe to lift his arms, I pulled his shirt over his head and almost moaned at the familiar sight of his erect cock laying against his chiseled torso.
Taking his base in my hand I finally did what Joe had been wanting, kissing his tip sloppily.
“Oh god. Fucking suck it baby.” - Joe groaned
That was all the praise I needed to take his length into my mouth, sucking on it as I bobbed up and down. Joe was groaning and cursing left and right.
“Your mouth baby… your lips, wish I could have ‘em around my cock 24 fucking 7.” - Joe
His words only made me moan around him, causing Joe to moan out himself.
Joe was letting me do the work, for now. It wasn't long after I thought that when he grabbed my ponytail and started moving me on his cock.
“Atta girl, mama. Makin’ me feel so good.” - Joe
Minutes later Joe’s hips started bucking, signaling to me that he was close so I doubled my efforts. My hand moved on his base to stimulate what I couldn't get in my mouth and Joe’s moans told me he appreciated it.
“Gonna make me fuckin’ cum.” - Joe moaned
It was soon after that, I tried to quicken my pace even more and Joe was an absolute mess. He was choking on his own groans and was so close.
“Baby! I'm cumming!” - Joe grunted out
Shortly after his warning he released in my throat. I stayed with his dick in my mouth as I watched him through my lashes.
Joe looked completely blissed out and his chest was heaving and glistening with sweat. His forehead was also sweaty and the veins that ran through his body were bulging out.
He pulled at my ponytail, telling me to get off, and when I did I grabbed a tissue out of the box on the end table to clean him up.
After I cleaned Joe up and slipped his boxers back on, I went to wipe my mouth off but Joe grabbed my forearm.
“Dont you fucking dare wipe your lips.” - Joe
Feeling the abundance of saliva and precum on my lips and chin, I sucked in a heavy breath.
“Kiss me.” - Joe
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Authors note: guys even I'm giggling at the ending.
Request for this fic; (anon I literally took your idea and RAN with it. I actually have no way to defend myself on how this turned into a BJ.)
Hope you enjoyed! 💕
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Do or Drink | Joe Burrow
Summary: A little game night with Joe sounded like a good idea, but when the dares get a little risky, it’s impossible to resist Joe.
Pairing: Joe Burrow x fem reader// first person
Words: 3954
Notes: this fic contains smut, 18+ only please
Joe and I were currently downstairs. I was sitting down on the couch opening up a new box of cards called 'Do or Drink,' and putting the different colored cards on the coffee table in front of me. My legs were curled up onto the couch and when I set the last cards down on the table, I looked back at Joe to see him pouring us some Vodka behind our bar. Per my request, he added other things to the drinks so they weren't as strong. I wanted to feel the alcohol a little bit, but I didn't want to get drunk, especially because I knew this game would be fun. I watched as Joe poured the vodka into each of our glasses before setting it back down on the counter. After he picked up the cap and began to twist it on the bottle, he looked up at me and we made contact. I was leaning over the couch and couldn't keep a straight face.
My man was so hot and Joe knew it. He knew that every time we made eye contact, I couldn't stop my cheeks from flushing red. He truly knew that he was a hot person too and that confidence only made him hotter. "Joey hurry, I'm getting excited." I said with a smile as joe poured other things into the drink and started to mix it with a metal mixer. "Okay, okay, it's done." Joe said and picked both of them up. While he made his way over to me, I turned back around and started to read the directions over again. The game was simple. You pick up a card, read the little dare on it, which could range from PG-13 to very, very, inappropriate, and either choose to do the dare or take a shot. Instead of taking shots, Joe and I decided to just take a sip of alcohol because we didn't want to get drunk too fast, depending on how long this game went on for.
I looked up at Joe as he sat down right next to me and set down our drinks. I picked up mine and brought it closer to me before rubbing my hands together. "I really hope this is fun." I laughed a little bit and picked up a card. "Trust me, it will." Joe chuckled as he rubbed his hands together and sat back on the couch, starting to manspread. I flipped the card and read it out loud. "Call your ex and tell them you want to get back together. Do this, take two shots, or quit playing." I said and shook my head, going to grab my drink. "Damn, that was fast." Joe laughed and watched as I took a hearty sip of alcohol. I set it back down and watched as Joe picked up his. "I don't even know where that dick is now." I laughed a little bit. Joe flipped over his card and chuckled to himself a little bit, putting his hand over his mouth slightly.
"Oh my gosh what is it?" I asked. Joe continued to laugh before he took a deep breath and composed himself. "Open your front door and yell at the top of your lungs," Joe started to say but continued to laugh. I started to laugh at how much Joe was struggling to get whatever it was out, so I leaned over to read it myself. Joe Angled the card towards me and I started to laugh even more. "I love Anal. No way." We both laughed. While laughing, Joe leaned forwards and grabbed his drink. "Can you imagine if someone heard?" I laughed. Joe took a big sip and then set his drink down. "Yeah. Latest news on Joe burrow, Cincinnati Bengals QB, he apparently loves anal." Joe said, pretending to read a news article about himself. "Hey, you might get more male fans." I laughed.
Joe looked at me like I was crazy and then elbowed me slightly. "Okay, Your turn." He chuckled. I picked up a card and read it. "Ooh now this one I can do. Name the sexiest feature of every person in the group or drink 6 times." I said and out the card back down. "Well apart from the obvious." I said, hinting at Joe's dick. Joe chuckled as I looked over at him and made eye contact with him. I looked at his extremely gorgeous blue eyes. They were amazing. I looked at his hair and that curl that always hung on his forehead. I looked at his jawline, his perfect lips and nose. I looked down to his body and his legs. "This is impossible, I literally love every single feature on you." I said, finding it impossible to pin point my most favorite thing. "Come on, name one thing that you love most of all." Joe said.
I scanned him more before my eyes landed on his hands. Those hands were definitely one of my favorites, and right now, I knew that I needed to say his hands. "Your hands." I said. I looked at Joes hands and all of the veins that were so visible and trailed up his arm. Those long fingers which I loved to feel inside of me. Even those bracelets that he always wore which he's been wearing less often because he needs to wear a brace somethings. I tore my eyes off of his hands and up to his eyes where he was smirking down at me with that cocky look in his eyes. "Oh stop it, you told me to name one of my favorite features so I did. Your turn." I laughed and elbowed him this time. "Hey, I didn't say anything." He put his hands up in a surrendering manner and reached over to grab a card.
"You didn't have to, those eyes said everything for you." I said. Joe picked up the card and read it with a laugh. "Okay, I'm seriously getting the stupid ones over here. Deep throat your banana or take a shot." Joe said and looked at me with a less than amused look on his face. I started to pretend to get off of the couch, acting like I was going to go get a banana from upstairs. "Sit your ass back down." Joe laughed and grabbed my arm. I sat back down with a laugh and picked up Joe's drink for him. "Welp, drink up." I said and handed it to him. Joe took it with a little eye roll and a smile and took a big gulp of his drink. Joe wiped his lips with the back of his hand before setting it back down.
Since it was my turn again, I picked up another card. I read it to myself and was about to read it out loud but instead set the card down and faced Joe more so I could do the small dare. "Are you gunna tell me?" Joe asked me, raising his eyebrow. I brought my hand up to my mouth and slowly put my finger in my mouth. I began to suck on my finger very sexually while never breaking eye contact with Joe. As I sucked on my finger, Joes eyebrows both raised and he fidgeted in his seat. I smiled with my finger still in my mouth, knowing I was turning him on. Finally, I pulled my finger out of my mouth with a little 'pop.' I began to laugh a little bit as Joe clenched his jaw slightly and began to adjust himself in his pants, his cheeks flushing red from watching me suck on my finger. I knew he was imagining it was his dick.
Joe wouldn't take his eyes off of me, so to stop him, I picked up a card for him and handed it to him without reading it. With a small glare, Joe picked up the card and read it. A smirk grew on his face as he read it and then looked up at me and set the card down. "Karmas a bitch, get on your hands and knees." Joe said, the smirk only growing on his face. "What, why?" I asked him. When he only gave me a shrug and waited for me to get on my hands and knees on the couch, I reached over for the card, wanting to know why, but he quickly grabbed the card away from me and slid it into his pocket so I could reach it. "Get on your hands and knees." He said. My core began to throb just from him saying this and my heart beat sped up in my chest.
I really wish it said fuck the person in front of you, because right now, I was horny just like Joe was. Listening to Joe, I got on my hands and knees, unable to suppress my laugh at how silly this probably looked since we were both clothed. I heard Joe shuffle on the couch before his hands found my waist. I sucked in a breath at the initial contact, but that wasn't even the best part. As soon as he grabbed onto my waist, he pulled my hips back to him slightly, just like if we were having sex. As soon as he pulled my hips back and my ass came in contact with his waist, I could feel his boner pressing up against me. I let out a small anticipatory groan at the fact that we couldn't have sex and moved my hips slightly against him. Joe soon started to move his hips as well, sliding his clothes boner up against my clothed heat which by now was soaking wet. "Fuck." Joe said at the feeling of him grinding up against me.
I dropped my head a little bit, getting hornier and hornier every time I felt his rock hard dick press against my heat. Finally, I reached back and swatted Joe's arm away from my waist. "Joe you have to stop." I said. As soon as I said this, Joe released me and moved to sit back down where he originally was. When I finally got off of my hands and knees and sat down, we were both a little flustered, the both of us extremely horny. "Fuck." Joe chuckled and ran his fingers through his hair. I looked down to his crotch while trying to steady my breathing and saw the big tent in his pants. Reaching over, I grabbed a pillow and tossed it on his waist. Joe sucked in a breath at the initial contact and looked up at me all confused. "I'm already horny enough. I don't need to see your boner right now." I said.
The both of us chuckled before I calmed down enough to pick up another card. I hoped it wasn't another sex position card because I didn't know how long I could last for. "Why?" I asked myself as I read my card. Joe just waited for me to read it. "Take off 3 articles of clothing or finish all of the players drinks." I said. I would need to take off 3 pieces of clothing. There was no way I could finish Joe's drink and my drink. They were pretty strong and I didn't want to get drunk tonight. "I can tell this game isn't lasting very much longer." Joe chuckled as I set the card down. "Which ones do I do? I don't want to be fully naked." I laughed and started with my shirt, leaving me only in a bra. Joe looked down to my chest and licked his lips. I took off my socks and then stood up.
Once up, I grabbed the sides of my sweatpants and started to take them off. Once they were down to my ankles, I stepped out of them, leaving me only in my panties. Joe looked at me, finding it hard to take his eyes off of me as he swallowed hard. I sat back down and curled my feet up onto the couch, goosebumps covering my skin from the lack of clothing. I looked over to see Joe staring at me. "Earth to Joe??" I asked with a small laugh. Joe snapped out of it and brought his eyes back up to mine. "Right." He said and grabbed a card. Joe read the card and as soon as he did, he pinched the bridge of his nose. "You've got to be kidding me. I feel like I should drink. I don't know how much longer I can last." Joe said, referring to his boner and the fact that we keep getting pretty sexual ones.
“Oh come on, where's the fun in that?" I giggled a little bit and reached for the card. Joe pulled it away from me with a chuckle and said, "fine. I need to put my hand in your panties for 2 minutes then." Joe said with a deep breath, preparing himself for this next one. I hesitated for a second, wondering if I'd be able to go 2 whole minutes with Joes hand down my panties without him touching me. "Easy money. Let's go." I said, hyping myself up while I leaned back on the couch more so Joe had easier access. Within a few seconds, Joes hand went from resting on his lap to finding its way over to me. His hand brushed against my lower stomach before slipping his fingers under the waistband of my panties. I sucked in a small breath at the initial feeling of him sliding his hand slowly into my panties and with his other hand, he got his phone out of his pocket and set it down on the couch so he could countdown.
Finally, his hand went down far enough and stopped. I refused to make eye contact with Joe. I knew that if I looked at him and saw those gorgeous blue eyes flooded with lust, strong jawline, and that cocky look on his face, that I wouldn't be able to let him take his hand out of my pants without him fingering me. I stared straight ahead instead and took deep breaths, trying to calm myself down, although I couldn't calm my racing heart beat and the throb that intensified with every passing second that his hand was in my panties. Just when I thought I was going to make it, Joe moved his fingers and one of them ghosted over my swollen and aching clit. I sucked in a breath and grabbed onto his hand. "Joseph," I said through gritted teeth, "stop moving your fingers." I said.
"Hey, you know I fidget a lot." Joe said. I glanced over at him and saw that smirk on his face. Damn. He was really enjoying watching me struggle with having his hands down my panties. "Well that isn't part of the dare, so stop it." I said. I looked down at his phone and just hoped that the time would be up soon. To take my mind off of it, I bit the inside of my cheek and put a little pressure on it, which did the trick. Finally, the two minutes were up, so Joe reluctantly took his hand out of my panties and began to chuckle at how hard it was for me. "You're a dick, you know that, right?" I laughed a little bit and fixed the waistband of my panties a little bit. "Oh come on. You love it." Joe chuckled some more and handed me another card.
I rolled my eyes with a sigh and flipped the card around. "No way. I'm drinking. I can't do this one. What’s with all the sexual ones?” I said and reached for my drink. "Wait, let me read it." Joe said and reached for the card. Once he grabbed it, he read it and nodded to himself. "There's no way you're getting out of this one. Lay down so I can clean your inner thigh." Joe said excitedly and put the card down. "What? No." I said, not wanting to add to the level of horniness I was currently feeling. "Oh come on, where's the fun in that?" Joe asked me with that adorable smile, copying exactly what I said when he read the previous card. "I am enjoying this game. To make it last, you better not try anything." I said with a glare, although I couldn't stop smiling. Joe reached forwards and grabbed my hips. With a giggle, he set me down on the couch.
Reaching behind my head, I grabbed the pillow and threw it on the ground so I was laying completely flat on the couch. Joe faced me and then grabbed my leg. I glanced down at him before propping myself up on my elbows. Joe started at my ankle and started to kiss up my entire leg. I let out a few sighs as he headed up towards my thigh. When he finally got to my actual thigh, he began to lick and kiss at the soft skin of my inner thigh and then trailed his lips up farther. Kissing, sucking, and biting. Continuous sighs fell from my parted lips at how close he was to my heat and when he went up farther, his nose brushed over my aching clit. I sucked in a breath and then let out a small moan. "Joe." I groaned out, knowing that if he didn't stop soon, I wouldn't want him to either.
Joe just replied by angling his head up slightly and making eye contact with me. Fuck it. I reached down and grabbed onto the sides of my panties, trying to pull them down. As soon as I moved and decided to end the game early, Joe reached forwards with his other hand and put it on my chest, pushing me back gently. I leaned back and laid down flat on the couch while Joe grabbed the sides of my panties. "Hurry." I said quickly, needing him to touch me. I lifted my butt up slightly to help Joe get them off and then he slid them off my legs. Once they were off, he tossed them onto the floor below us and then put both of his hands on my knees and spread them apart. "You're so fucking wet." Joe said. I looked down to see Joe staring down at my heat, his chest rising and falling quickly, flustered over seeing me like this.
“Joey." I groaned, needing his mouth on me and his fingers in me. I heard Joe moving on the couch and then within a few seconds, Joe blew cold air onto my wet fold. I let out an anticipatory moan at the feeling and fidgeted. Joe then grabbed both of my legs and pulled me towards him slightly. After a few seconds, I felt Joes tongue run through my slit before his tongue swirled around my bundle of nerves. "Oh fuck." I swore, arching my back slightly. Joe began to suck and lick at my clit, making soft moans fall from my parted lips. Once he sucked on my clit long enough, I felt his fingers sliding through my slit, but not in me yet. I clenched over nothing and fidgeted even more, needing his fingers inside of me. "Please." I said while moaning, his mouth never leaving my clit.
As soon as I said this, Joe slid two fingers inside of me. I let out a loud moan at the feeling, not expecting him to put both fingers in so quickly as he usually lets me get used to the feeling of one first. He then began to thrust his fingers in and out of me, creating a steady rhythm. "Oh my gosh." I practically cried out at the feeling. My whole body coursed with pure ecstasy and I wanted to feel this way forever. My eyes rolled into the back of my head and I started to close Joe's head between my thighs. Joe's mouth detached from my clit but still fingered me. "Keep your legs open for me baby." Joe groaned. I bit my lower lip, finding it hard to keep my legs open, but finally moved my thighs apart with a loud moan. "That's it. Just like that." He said before going right back to what he was doing.
After doing that for a few more seconds, he added a third finger. The feeling of him stretching me out with just his fingers almost sent me over the edge. "Oh Joey." I moaned, sealing my eyes shut, unable to keep them open. The amount of pleasure I was feeling was unlike no other. I wanted to feel this every single second of every single day. He continued to thrust his fingers into me while sucking and licking at my clit. Eventually, I forced my eyes open to look at Joe and I saw him using the couch as a form of relief. While he worked me into a frenzy, he started to grind his hips into the couch, seeking out any kind of relief he could. Just as I looked at Joe, he looked up at me and we made eye contact. Joe smirked a little bit and then sucked on my clit more intensely and curled his fingers inside of me, rubbing the tips of his fingers against the soft flesh.
"Oh my gosh!" I practically screamed and collapsed on the couch. My back arched and I started to pull away from Joe, the pleasure proving to be too much. It was impossible to lay still on the couch with Joe down below me, pleasuring me in so many ways. I reached down with one hand and ran my fingers through Joe's hair before pulling at it slightly. I lifted my butt off of the couch as he once again curled his fingers inside of me and sucked hard on my clit. I felt Joe's hand on my lower stomach and he pushed me back down on the couch. I moaned loudly as I felt a knot in my stomach. I curled my toes and instead of pulling at Joe's hair, brought it down to where Joe's mouth was sucking on my clit. Although it felt amazing, it was starting to hurt a little too much.
"Too much." I moaned out. Joe listened immediately and instead started to flick his tongue over my clit, knowing that always made me crumble under him. Within a few seconds, that knot was back and I moaned his name one last time before my orgasm washed over me. "Joe!" I moaned out one last time before my body began to shake. My legs shook like crazy as Joe curled his fingers inside of me one last time before pulling them out of me. Joe's tongue left my clit and instead was placed in my slit, licking at my arousal, not wanting to waste a single drop. "I need you inside of me." I moaned once my high washed over me. I spread my legs some more just as Joe's head came back up and made eye contact with me. His hair was messy and sticking up because of me and he was breathing heavily. He had that dark and lust-filled look in his eyes as he crawled on top of me. I put my hands on his hips and leaned forward, capturing his lips with mine, tasting the remnants of myself. After a few seconds, Joe leaned back and looked down at me. "Are you ready?" Joe asked me. "Yeah." I sighed. I let out an anticipatory moan and prepared myself for Joe to thrust into me.
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Lingerie
Request - Y/N surprises Joe with her new lingerie
Warnings - Smut (intercourse, fingering)
A/N - I wanted to try something with this fic! I hope u enjoy!
As the sun began its descent, casting a warm, golden glow over the city, Y/N found herself standing in the middle of their bedroom, admiring the lingerie she had carefully selected for this special occasion. It had been a last-minute idea, inspired by a whim and a fleeting moment of courage, but she couldn't help but feel excited about the prospect of surprising Joe with it after his practice game. The delicate lace of the bra and panties contrasted beautifully with her own smooth, pale skin, making her feel feminine and desirable in a way that she hadn't in a long time.
She heard the front door open and close, followed by the sound of his footsteps trudging up the stairs. Her heart raced as she nervously adjusted the lace of her bra, wondering how he would react to seeing her like this. There was a brief moment of silence before he walked into the room, his expression one of surprise and disbelief.
"Y/N?" he breathed, his eyes roaming over her body. "You look... incredible."
The warmth that spread through her at his words was indescribable. She felt a shiver run down her spine as he took a step closer, taking in the details of the lingerie she'd chosen. The way his gaze lingered on her breasts, then traveled lower, lower still... She couldn't help but feel a sudden rush of desire.
"Joe...," she breathed, her voice catching in her throat. He reached out and gently cupped her cheek, brushing his thumb across her lips. She could feel the heat emanating from his touch, and it only served to intensify the sensations coursing through her body.
He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against hers in a tentative kiss. The contact sent a jolt of electricity through her, and she moaned softly into his mouth. His hands moved to her hips, pulling her against him, their bodies flush against each other. The lingerie felt like nothing more than a thin veil between them, amplifying every touch, every breath.
They stumbled backward, falling onto the bed, their kisses growing more urgent, more desperate. Y/N felt his fingers dipping beneath the lacy fabric of her panties, teasing and exploring her, driving her wild. She arched her back, meeting his touch with a needy whimper. He groaned, his hand sliding lower, spreading her wetness across his fingers. She could feel him growing harder against her, and she knew they were both so close.
With one swift movement, he rolled her onto her stomach, pressing his body against her back. His fingers continued their relentless rhythm, finding her sensitive entrance and driving her higher and higher. Her moans filled the room, mingling with the sounds of his ragged breathing. And then he thrust his fingers deeper, curling them just right, and she exploded around him, her body shuddering with release.
He waited a moment, letting her catch her breath before moving to kneel between her spread legs. With one swift motion, he pushed the lacy panties aside and she felt the cool air brush against her sensitive flesh. He stroked her gently with his fingers, teasing her once again, until she was trembling with need. And then he lowered his head, taking her into his mouth, sucking and licking until she could feel the familiar tightness building within her once again.
Her nails dug into the sheets, her hips arching off the bed as she felt his tongue circle her clit, his fingers curling deeper inside her. She moaned his name, the sound filling the room and echoing through her body. He increased the pressure, his tongue flicking in time with his fingers, and she felt herself spiraling out of control.
Joe could feel her walls begin to tighten, her body tense in anticipation, and he knew she was close. He increased the pace, his lips and fingers working in perfect harmony, as he felt her release, felt her body shudder with pleasure beneath his touch. He continued to lick and stroke her, relentless in his pursuit of bringing her back to the edge, and then over.
"Joe...," she gasped, her voice raw with need. He looked up at her, their eyes locked, and she could see the desire burning in his gaze. He reached down, positioning himself at her entrance, and slowly, carefully, guided himself inside her.
She arched her back, crying out at the exquisite fullness, the way he felt so deep and right. He groaned, his eyes closing for a moment as he began to move, thrusting gently at first, his pace growing steadier, faster. The sensation of being joined with him was overwhelming, sending shards of pleasure through her body.
Her nails dug into his shoulders, her hips lifting to meet each of his thrusts. He kissed her neck, sucking gently, and she felt a wave of heat wash over her. She could feel herself building toward another peak, and as she grew closer, he picked up the pace, his movements becoming more urgent.
The room spun around her, a blur of sensation as their bodies moved together in perfect harmony. She could feel the tension building inside her, coiling tighter and tighter, and then, with a cry that seemed to come from deep within her, she was overtaken by another powerful orgasm. Her body convulsed around him, and he followed her over the edge, his cries mingling with hers as they both found release.
They collapsed onto the bed together, their breaths coming in ragged gasps. Y/N felt the weight of his body pressing her into the mattress, and it was a feeling she never wanted to leave. She ran her fingers through his hair, marveling at the way it felt between her fingers. "I love you, Joe," she whispered, her heart swelling with the words. "I love you so much."
He turned his head, pressing a kiss to her palm. "I love you too, Y/N. Forever." She smiled, feeling the warmth of his breath against her skin. As they lay there together, their hearts slowing, their breathing evening out, she couldn't help but feel a sense of peace wash over her. She knew, in that moment, that she was exactly where she was meant to be.
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