#joe burrow fan fic
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Joey B Imagines: You’re All I Need To Get By*
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Summary: A fun few days between you and Joe.
Warnings: Fluff, Smut (Joe has a ‘dream’, male masturbation, m & f receiving oral, Joe is perpetually horny).
Pairing: Joe Burrow x reader
Imagine Universe: Into The Mystic
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May 4, 2024 - Morning
Rolling over and stretching my limbs, the first thing I do is grab my phone. The high brightness of my screen hurt my eyes, but they widened soon after when I saw the time.
11:30?!?!
My alarm is supposed to go off at 8:30, how did I not hear it??
I rolled over and saw that Joe wasn't on his side of the bed, he probably left to go workout already.
Getting out of bed and stretching my arms, a small smile graced my lips when I looked around Joe and I’s new room.
Joe and I officially moved in awhile ago, and we’re just now getting settled into our home.
The process has been stressful, but Joe would step in before it got too hard for me, worried that my constant anxiousness would affect the baby.
After changing, washing my face, and brushing my hair into a ponytail, I walked downstairs.
“Mornin’, beautiful.” - Joe
My head snapped over into the direction of the couch where I was met with the sight of Joe.
He was shirtless and sprawled out along the entire length of the couch, Tyson lying face down on his chest.
“What are you doing here?” - you grinned
“Uhm, I live here?” - Joe
I rolled my eyes as I walked up to the back of the couch. Leaning down, Joe met me halfway and pressed a thorough kiss to my lips.
“You know that's not what I meant.” - you
“I know, I'm just playin’. I woke up super early and couldn't go back to sleep…” - Joe
He paused mid-sentence to yawn before starting again.
“So I went ahead and worked out. I turned your alarm off and got the boys up. We've eaten breakfast already, there's pancakes in the kitchen.” - Joe
I stared at him in awe for a few seconds before my O-shaped mouth broke out into a smile.
“I love you… so much.” - you
“Love you too.” - Joe smiled
Miles was playing around with a Hot Wheels track set on the floor while Joe and Tyson lay on the couch and watched TV.
After grabbing my plate of breakfast, I walked back into the living room. Joe moved his legs off of the couch and faced the TV, giving me room to sit down.
Joe sat Tyson on his thigh to where he was facing you.
“Hi, Momma.” - Tyson
“Hi, baby. Watcha doing?” - you grinned
“Sittin’ with dada.” - Tyson
“Yeah, you are.” - you
I tickled his belly and grinned at his laugh. Joe started to bounce his leg with Tyson on it, the same smile on his face.
Tyson’s giggles had both our hearts soaring, but Joe stopped the fun soon after so I could eat.
“Miles, do you want a turn?” - Joe
Miles looked up at Joe and firmly shook his head, saying “no” before going back to his Hot Wheels. Joe knew Miles wouldn't want to, but he wanted to offer anyway.
—
During breakfast, Joe and I talked about our upcoming trip to Miami.
We will be leaving tomorrow and coming back Sunday evening since Joe had practices early Monday morning.
A bunch of NFL guys were going down for the Grand Prix, and Joe decided that he wanted to go. Unlike the rest of his off-season trips, I was going with him for this one.
Robin and Jimmy are going to come down and stay at our place to watch the twins. Of course, Joe and I will miss our boys, but we were both excited for some alone time together.
Anytime I brought up the ‘alone time’ Joe would wiggle his eyebrows at me, and lick his lips, earning an eye roll from me each time.
“You're crazy.” - you laughed
“You drive me crazy.” - Joe
—
The rest of the day wasn't too eventful. We went on a little family walk around our neighborhood before hanging out at the house for the rest of the day. Joe and I sat on the couch and looked at some decor ideas for the small, empty parts of the house.
Let's just say it was hard trying to agree on things since I like neutral colors and Joe, well, he’s Joe.
“Joseph Lee you can't be serious.” - you
“It would look great above our bed!” - Joe
After staring at him for a few seconds, I spoke up.
“You are seriously making separate bedrooms look like a feasible option.” - you
Joe gasped, super animatedly like he always is, and put a hand over his heart as if I had hurt him.
“You wouldn't sleep in a different bed from me. 90% of the heat you have at night comes from my body, babe.” - Joe
“Touche.” - you squint your eyes at him
He returned my scowl with a playful, closed-lip smile on his face before abruptly launching forward to kiss me.
I was taken aback at first, but quickly kissed him back.
When we pulled away, the both of us were laughing with our foreheads touching.
“Love you.” - Joe
“Love you too, baby.” - you smiled
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May 5, 2024 - Morning
You crawled up Joe’s legs and sent a wink his way as you softly palmed him over his shorts.
Joe groaned at the contact, so you swiftly pulled his shorts and boxers down his long legs.
His erection was now bare for you, his tip already leaking precum.
“Someone’s excited.” - you grinned
“Please, Mama…” - Joe groaned
That was all you needed to hear. You wrapped your hand around the base of his cock and slowly pumped him over and over.
“Can- can you use your, fuck, mouth?” - Joe
“If you insist, Joey.” - you
After swirling your tongue around his tip, you took Joe as deep as you could.
You were slurping and sucking him into oblivion, and Joe’s head fell back. He was moaning your name as you bobbed your head on his length.
“Fuck, Mama.” - Joe moaned
He was close, so close.
Just as he was about to cum, he woke up.
It was a dream.
Joe opened his eyes, panting, and his chest heaving.
He felt the familiar sensation in his stomach. Not only was he close in his dream, but he was in real life too.
His eyes wandered down to your sleeping body and didn't know what to do. After running a hand down the front of his boxers, Joe realized he was painfully hard.
Thankfully, it was around 7:30 in the morning, so he could take a cold shower and you wouldn't think anything of it.
So that's what he decided to do.
Joe slowly slid out of bed and walked into the bathroom. He stripped his clothes off and hopped into the shower.
He reached to turn the water on for the shower, and just as his hand touched the dial, Joe thought for a moment.
With a sigh, Joe leaned his head back and mulled over his options.
Seconds later, he turned the dial toward the warm setting and stepped back against the wall.
Without giving it another thought, Joe leaned back and wrapped one of his hands around the base of his cock.
He envisioned you doing anything he could think of, his hand trying to repeat the routine you would do when you jerked him off.
Joe thought about you all of the time, so it was hard to keep his mind from lingering back to you and your body that he was so obsessed with.
Your breasts, your pretty face, your stretch marks that you hated, your bump. Everything about you was sexy to Joe, and at that moment, all he thought about was you.
He pumped himself slowly at first, just like you would do.
You, you, you.
Not long after, Joe felt himself getting closer and knew he had to move faster.
Joe squeezed himself tighter as he moved his hand faster, bringing his other hand into play not long after.
A moan left his lips as he jerked himself with one hand, massaging his balls with the other one before moving it up to run his thumb over his tip like you would do to tease him.
“Fucking shit...” - Joe grunted
His other hand went back to his balls shortly after and he pumped himself even faster.
“Mama.” - Joe moaned
A loud thud rang out when Joe’s head fell back against the shower wall, his chest heaving as the water ran over him.
Joe couldn't tell if he couldn't breathe because of how hot the bathroom was from steam or the fact that he was choking on his noises and pants of your name.
God, he was so in love and infatuated with you.
This wasn't the first time Joe had thought about you while doing this. Hell, it wasn't even the first time this week. It wouldn't be the last either.
You turned him on so much it was obscene.
Soon, Joe felt himself getting closer to finishing, and moments later, he tipped over the edge. His second hand left his crotch and came up to cover his mouth to keep any loud outbursts from coming out.
Joe’s thighs shook as he came, painting the glass shower door in front of him with his essence.
When he got his breath back, Joe concluded that he should just go ahead and shower.
While lathering up his body, the bathroom door opened and you walked into the room.
“Hey baby, what are you doing showering so early?” - you
“I couldn't sleep, so I just got up.” - Joe
“Two bad nights of sleep back to back?” - you frowned
It wasn't a complete lie, and Joe loved it when you babied him, so he went along with it.
He nodded with that adorable pout on his lips that made you want to climb him like a tree.
“What can I do to help?” - you
“Join me?” - Joe smiled
You rolled your eyes. Of course, he'd ask that.
“I can't say no to that face.” - you grinned
—
Joe and I left later that morning once Robin and Jimmy arrived.
Robin made a comment about Joe’s hair getting longer and I immediately felt the need to step in.
“I’m not letting him cut it for a bit. I like the longer hair.” - you smiled
“Happy wife, happy life, Joey!” - Jimmy
“Got that right.” - Joe grinned
I laughed as I wrapped my arms around Joe’s middle, him leaning down to kiss my temple.
—
A private plane ride later, Joe and I were in Miami. We only went to the hotel briefly to change out of our comfy clothes, and I couldn't take my eyes off Joe when he changed into his white party repeat fit.
Currently, I am sitting on the bed talking to Joe, who is fixing his hair in the bathroom.
“You look good, Joey.” - you grinned
“Yeah?” - Joe smiled back
Joe had gained a bunch of muscle since he was cleared to lift, and this era of my husband was mouth-watering.
“I think I'm filling this out better than I did at the white party.” - Joe
“Mhm.” - you nod
My eyes lingered on the part of his chest that was exposed from his tank top, and Joe noticed.
“Ya know, I think my upper body work is paying off.” - Joe
“That’s for sure.” - you mumbled
“What was that, baby?” - Joe
“Oh, nothing!” - you lied
Joe played around with his hair for a moment longer before he walked out of the bathroom and up to me.
“Ready to go, my love?” - Joe
“Yup, but can I tell you something first?” - you
“Of course.” - Joe
I took a brief breath for dramatic effect, and it kind of freaked Joe out.
“Don’t be pressured to be super affectionate. I know that lately, you've been a little more touchy in public, but there's going to be a bunch of NFL dudes there.” - you
Joe’s brows furrowed as he gave me a confused look.
“How does that make it any different?” - Joe
“You play against those guys. I don't want you to be teased for being soft or something. Not that you are soft for being touchy, I just don't wanna make trouble for you.” - you
“I don't give a shit what they say, though I doubt they'd say anything. You mean too much to me, for me to not acknowledge that in public. Even in front of those guys I play against. Okay?” - Joe
I sat there, not knowing what to say because I was shocked, but I realized Joe wanted an answer back.
“Okay.” - you
“Good girl.” - Joe
He bent down and kissed my forehead, lacing his fingers with mine before he pulled me out of our hotel room.
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Joe kept his arm around me the entire time we were at the Boardroom brunch, even when he was talking to Pat Mahomes.
I scooted my way out when it came to pictures though, I was just Joe’s plus one, not who the star of the show was.
At one point, I was away from Joe and getting something from a snack table when I felt a tap on my shoulder.
When I turned around I saw that it was two nicely dressed girls with smiles on their faces.
“Hi?” - you politely smiled
“Hi! I'm Victoria and this is Lainey. We saw you were by yourself over here and thought you'd want some company, there are some weird dudes here.” - Victoria
I laughed when she whispered that last part.
“Thank you! What guys should I stay away from?” - you
“Any NFL or NBA player. They'll try to put the moves on you.” - Lainey
Well, too late for that. I laughed in my head when Lainey pointed over to the group Joe was currently standing with, she went into detail about how I should stay away from them.
“Joe Burrow’s kinda hot, though.” - you
“Of course! He's the only exception.” - Victoria
“I’m y/n, by the way.” - you
The girls smiled at me and we started talking about anything that would come to mind. The topic right now was my pregnancy, since Lainey, very politely, asked me if I was pregnant.
“My husband and I already have two boys. They're identical twins.” - you
“That's so cool! What are their names?” - Victoria
“Miles and Tyson. Kind of basic names, but my little girl is going to have a more uncommon name.” - you
“Ooo, okay! How long have you and your husband been together?” - Lainey
I smiled at the thought of Joe and I’s relationship alone.
“Almost ten years. We started dating in high school.” - you
Both girls said “Aww” before Victoria spoke again.
“Is he the only guy you've been with?” - Victoria
“Yup! He was my first everything and vice versa.” - you
“That's the sweetest thing I've ever heard. I can't say I'm even friends with my first.” - Lainey
“Hey that's okay too!” - you
They both laughed before Victoria launched into a story about the guy she called her first.
“Yup, he made me wash his sheets after, and make him breakfast the next morning.” - Victoria
“No way!” - you
I continued talking and in the middle of my response, I felt a hard chest meet my back before someone laid their head on my shoulder.
Assuming it was Joe, I continued talking, unfazed, but the look on the girls' faces was one of complete shock.
“Do you… do you know him?” - Victoria
Her mouth was wide open as she pointed to whoever was behind me, and I freaked out for a second. Was it not Joe?!
I moved away and turned around, only to see Joe who was looking super confused.
“Joe?” - you laugh
Gesturing to him as I asked the girls, they both nodded with their mouths still open.
“Yeah, I know him pretty well actually.” - you
Moving back toward him, I wrapped my arms around Joe as I tucked myself into his side. He slung an arm around my shoulders and leaned down to kiss my forehead.
“This is the husband I was talking about.” - you
Their faces deepened in shock, and I couldn't help but laugh.
“Your husband… is Joe Burrow?!” - Lainey
“Yup!” - you
Joe smiled at them and waved adorably, butterflies being set off in his stomach when he was referred to as your husband.
“Hi, I'm y/n’s husband, Joe.” - Joe smiled
Usually, I'm the one getting introduced as Joe’s wife, and I didn't miss how Joe loved being introduced as my husband.
“Wow. Girl, why didn't you say something? We were openly thirsting on your man for a good few minutes.” - Lainey
“Oh my god, I'm so sorry!” - Victoria
“No, it's fine. You guys didn't know.” - you smiled
I heard Joe chuckle above me, and when I looked up at him, he pulled his sunglasses off of his face and put them onto mine.
A moment later, two guys walked up to Lainey and Victoria.
“Joe, y/n these are our boyfriends!” - Victoria
Both boys stared at Joe for a second, then looked down at his outstretched hand.
“This is y/n and her husband Joe. Aren't you guys proud that we made friends?” - Lainey
They nodded and individually shook Joe’s hand.
We stayed talking for a bit before I could tell Joe was starting to get quiet, a sure sign he wanted to leave.
“We’re gonna head out. It was lovely to meet you guys!” - you
Everyone said their goodbyes and Joe and I walked out holding hands.
Once in the rental car, Joe leaned over the center console and kissed me. Our lips fit together like puzzle pieces as we slowly made out.
When we pulled away, both of us were slightly breathless.
“That was nice.” - Joe
“What, the makeout or the event?” - you
“Both, but I was referring to the event. It felt nice to be y/n’s husband for a few minutes.” - Joe
“Yeah. As much as I love being connected to you, it made me happy that those girls wanted to talk to me without knowing I was your wife.” - you
Joe nodded silently, and I got nervous that I had worded what I said wrong. I don't want Joe to think I get tired of being associated with him.
“Does it ever get annoying?” - Joe
“What, baby?” - you
“Constantly being ‘Joe Burrow’s wife’ and not you?” - Joe
“Annoying is a weird way to describe it, but sometimes it does make me feel a little overlooked. Like I'm being addressed indirectly. I knew that's how it would be when I married you, though, and I also knew that I loved you more than anything.” - you smiled
Joe sighed as he followed the GPS’s most recent instructions back to the hotel.
“I’m sorry. I never saw it like that. You're labeled with a name that isn't even yours.” - Joe
“It’s not too bad when the name I’m labeled with belongs to my best friend.” - you grinned
I watched Joe’s face when I said that, and a small smile appeared on his face.
“I hope you know I love being your wife. I love being y/n Burrow.” - you smiled
“Well, I love being your husband.” - Joe smiled
Leaning over to Joe, one hand rested on his chest as I kissed him, my other threading into the hair growing down the back of his neck.
“I don't know what I'd do without you.” - Joe breathed out
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Joe and I took a nap for a few hours when we got back to our hotel after brunch, and I woke up when a cold shiver ran over me.
When I looked over at Joe, I noticed he was wrapped up in the blanket, looking like a human burrito, while I was freezing.
“Joe!” - you shoved him
Joe slowly opened his eyes with a grunt of retaliation since I’d waken him up.
One look at me, completely uncovered and with my arm crossed, and Joe sent me a sheepish smile as he unwrapped himself.
“Sorry, Mama.” - Joe
“No, it's okay, I'll just freeze to death.” - you rolled your eyes
Joe pulled me against his chest, my back against his front, and he pressed his face into my hair.
“When do you wanna start getting ready?” - you
“Never.” - Joe mumbled
I rolled my eyes as he wrapped his arms around me, Joe sighing in contentment at the contact.
“We have to.” - you laugh
“I’d rather stay in bed with you.” - Joe
“I know, baby, but you agreed to go. Nick will be there.” - you
Joe groaned, completely regretting his decision to even come.
“Yeah, plus a million other people.” - Joe
“It’ll be fun. I’ll be there.” - you
I felt Joe smile against my neck, and butterflies flew around my stomach.
“My favorite part.” - Joe
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Despite endless complaints from Joe, we ended up getting ready and leaving for the Carbone Beach event.
I knew my outfit was messing with Joe, and that was the entire reason I picked it out to wear.
“Fuck.” - Joe sighed
We were at a red light, and Joe’s grip on the steering wheel was making his knuckles turn white.
“Whats wrong?” - you
“You’re messin’ with my control, baby.” - Joe
I reached over the center console and put my hand on Joe’s thigh, squeezing gently, as I winked at him.
His blue eyes looked extra icy as he looks over at me, the look on his face telling on him.
“I’m hard.” - Joe blurts out
The way he blurted it out made me bust out laughing, and I was borderline wheezing while Joe pouted.
“Why are you laughing at me?!” - Joe
“You said that out of nowhere with no emotion in your voice or expression on your face!” - you laughed
“How do you want me to say it?!” - Joe
This time when I laughed, Joe joined in too, and we were both gasping for air by the time to light turned green.
“Fuck, I can't breathe.” - Joe
He's clutching his chest with one hand, the other one still on the wheel.
It took us a few moments to catch our breaths, but when we did I looked over at Joe to see him already looking at me. When I caught him staring he looked back to the road.
“Are you still…” - you
“Duh!” - Joe
“I don't know what you want me to do about it. We have like ten minutes till the event starts, so we can't go back to the hotel.” - you
“I wasn't asking you to do anything, I was just telling you.” - Joe shrugged
A thought flashed into my mind, and it instantly put a damper on my mood.
“Oh, ok. I'm sure there's a girl at the event who would love to help you.” - you
I don't know why I said it or even believed for a second that Joe would do something like that.
“Excuse me? Why would you say that?” - Joe
“I don't know…” - you
“Why would you even think I’d want to do that with another girl?” - Joe
Joe was pulling into the parking lot, and his voice was getting louder.
“I don't know, you just said you weren't asking for my help, so clearly you want it from someone else!” - you
“Have you lost your damn mind? You're the only woman I've been with and the only one that I want.” - Joe
He parked up as he said that, finally able to turn his body and look at me.
“I'm not trying to argue with you right now, but there's no way you haven't thought about another woman.” - you
“Y/n? Where the hell is this coming from? Do you hear yourself?” - Joe
“I hear myself loud and clear, Joe. You don't, though.” - you
“What the fuck? Did I do something for you to think this?” - Joe
My eyes filled with tears at the look of confusion on his face. He was the one who said it, not me.
“Why don't you want my help?” - you cried
Joe’s mouth closed as he ran over his face.
“I’m not going to initiate anything while you're pregnant. If you want me, then sure, but I will never ask you to do something purely for my pleasure. The only reason I told you I was hard earlier was because of how amazing you look in your dress. I was hoping it would give you a confidence boost, not make you sad or make you think I want another woman.” - Joe
“I’m sorry, Joey. I don't why I thought that. It was probably my stupid hormones.” - you
“They aren't stupid, baby. It's okay and normal that you're gonna have mood swings. Just know that I am so fuckin’ in love with you. I mean, just this morning, before you walked into the bathroom when we were still home, I jerked off thinking about you!” - Joe
I was a little shocked at Joe’s admission, and so was he. I couldn't help but laugh when Joe’s face dropped when he realized what he had just confessed.
“Wait… that was a little TMI.” - Joe
“No, it's okay. Can I ask you a follow-up question, though?” - you
Joe nodded, biting the skin off of his lips to try and hide his embarrassment.
“What got you worked up?” - you
I watched his eyes widen slightly, and he cleared his throat, the vivid mental picture of his dream getting him worked up all over again.
“I… well… you, uhm, you blew me…” - Joe
Reaching over to him, I put my hand on his lower thigh, caressing his skin with my fingertips.
“Mhm, can I get any specifics?” - you grinned
Joe started rattling off the order of events in his dream, stuttering every other word. I trailed my hand down to his knee as he talked, gently playing with his leg hair.
I just wanted him to ask. Get him worked up so much that he can't help but ask.
My hand continued moving, and when it met his thigh crease, Joe couldn't form a sentence when the back of my hand brushed against the tent in his pants.
Clearing his throat again, I dropped my eyes to where my hand was, biting my lower lip slowly when I saw how close my hand was to Joe’d bulge.
Joe’s eyes trailed to my lips, his breathing becoming erratic as he thought about them wrapped around his dick.
“Mama…” - Joe sighed
The slight whininess in his voice satisfied me, and my eyes met his once again.
“Please touch me. I need you.” - Joe
“Good boy.” - you grinned
We can be a few minutes late.
—
“Hey, bro! You're late!” - Nick
Joe and I walked into the event hand in hand, Joe finding Nick Bosa not long after we arrived.
“Yeah, couldn't find my shorts.” - Joe
Nick nodded and turned to greet someone else, Joe flashing me a wide-eyed side-eye because we both knew he was lying.
I laughed and looped my arm with Joe’s. He bent down and pressed a kiss to my forehead.
Just a few moments later, a group of girls who looked to be in their early twenties walked up to Joe and Nick.
They were all squealing and greeting the two NFL players, Joe politely saying hi before he introduced me to them.
Overlooking me completely, the four girls continued fawning over Joe.
“I’m gonna go to the bathroom.” - you
“What? No, please.” - Joe mumbled
I walked away anyway, smiling at him as I walked away. I didn't exactly want to be present while a group of girls eye fucked my husband.
Three of the girls left when Nick walked away, but one stayed next to Joe.
“Sorry about them. They can get a little fan-girly sometimes. I'm Tana.” - Tana
“It's okay, I'm kinda used to it now- and I mean that in the least douchy way possible.” - Joe
“Yeah, I’m sure you are.” - Tana winked
The flirtiness in her tone completely went over Joe’s head, and he started looking around for you.
“My wife’s yoga instructor's name is Tana.” - Joe smiled politely
Is this dude serious? Tana thought.
“I don't do yoga, but there are quite a few positions I can squeeze into.” - Tana winked
No way that will go over his head.
“My wife hasn't been doing it lately. She’s pregnant, and we have two kids, so she doesn't have much time anymore.” - Joe
“Kids, huh? Does it ever get tiring?” - Tana
“Nope.” - Joe deadpanned
“You don't ever wanna just get away from it all? Maybe have a little hookup?” - Tana
Tana placed her hand on Joe’s bicep when she said that, and alarm bells went off in Joe’s mind.
“Uhm, excuse me?” - Joe
Joe backed away and scowled down at the blonde girl.
“Don't act surprised. I've been trying to flirt this entire time, but all you're talking about is your wife. Just one time, Joe. You don't have to tell her.” - Tana
“What the fuck? I love my wife and I’d never ever cheat on her.” - Joe
“Is it technically cheating if I just give you a blowjob?” - Tana
“Fuck off. Oh my god?!” - Joe
I was digging around in an ice chest looking for a nonalcoholic drink when Joe strode up to me, an evident pissed-off look on his face.
“Can we leave? Please?” - Joe
“Why? What's wrong?” - you
“I just wanna leave.” - Joe
I could tell there was more to that, so I kept asking.
“No, what happened, baby?” - you
“This stupid girl was trying to get me to do stuff with her. I'm… uncomfortable.” - Joe
“Thank you for telling me the truth. We can go back to the hotel.” - you
—
When I walked out of the bathroom, Joe was lying in bed, biting his nails, and completely zoned out.
He didn't even move when I got in bed next to him.
“Joey?” - you
Joe finally looked up at me, and I pulled his hand away from his mouth. I gently held his hand as he rolled over onto his side to face me.
“What about happened is making you so upset?” - you
I wasn't asking with an annoyed tone of voice, I genuinely wanted to know what was making him upset.
“I just feel disrespected.” - Joe
“Why, baby?” - you
“Just by the way she talked about you and the kids like you guys were problems or obligations. You guys are my everything, and I’d do anything to protect you guys. She just talked about you guys like you were nothing, it makes me nauseous.” - Joe
Reaching out to stroke his cheek with my thumb, Joe scooted closer to me till his head was lying on my chest.
“Joey…” - you rubbed his back
“I’m being dramatic, I know.” - Joe sighed
“You are not being dramatic. And I'm proud of you for telling me how you feel.” - you
I kissed his forehead, and Joe nuzzled himself more into my neck.
“I don't care if someone says shit about me, even the weird sexual stuff, but don't bring my family into it.” - Joe mumbled
“That is completely valid, baby. The boys and I are so lucky to have you.” - you
I threaded my fingers into his grown-out hair, and the tension finally left Joe’s body as he relaxed against me.
“I’m the lucky one.” - Joe
Not long after that, I heard the little snores coming from below me. I held Joe a little tighter, still running my fingers through his hair.
“I love you so much, more than you'll ever know.” - you whispered
——
May 6, 2024 - Morning
“Aww look at you, cutie!” - you
I was in the main room of our hotel room when Joe walked out of the bathroom after getting changed.
“You like?” - Joe
Smiling at the bashfulness in his voice and body language, I nodded, and Joe did a little spin for me.
“We’re kinda matching.” - you smiled
Joe wore black cargo pants, a white shirt, and a blush pink jacket over it. I was wearing a black jean skirt and a blush pink flowy top.
“You look gorgeous.” - Joe smiled
“Thanks.” - you
He walked up to me and dropped a kiss on my lips, pulling away to smile before kissing me again.
“Everything packed up?” - Joe
“I think so.” - you nod
Joe wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me into his chest, lying his head against mine.
“Thank you for last night, by the way. Just you holding me like you did helped calm my nerves. Your words helped too, of course.” - Joe
“You don't have to thank me, that's my job as your wife to comfort you.” - you
“I know. You just do it extra well.” - Joe grinned
I giggled, but it was muffled by Joe leaning down to kiss me again.
“I love you.” - you
“I love you too, more than you'll ever know.” - Joe
Did he hear me last night? I thought.
—
Though I knew we'd only be able to see the beginning of the race, nothing compared to watching Joe’s face as the cars zoomed past.
“Woah!” - Joe
The smile never left my lips as I watched him, his fingers still laced with mine as he pointed.
“This is so cool! We need to bring the boys to a race!” - Joe
I leaned my head onto his shoulder, just wanting to be close to the man that I loved so much.
The moment was sweet, and Joe and I were wildly happy until the spell was broken by his phone vibrating in his pocket.
I leaned up, and Joe took his phone out of his pocket, grimacing when he saw who was calling.
“It's Coach, I gotta take this.” - Joe
Joe looked at me apologetically before standing up and walking away from our seats, and I watched him walk into the men's bathroom.
I sat by myself, still watching the race and not paying attention to my surroundings as much as I should when a man plopped down in Joe’s seat.
“What’s a pretty girl like you doing sitting by themselves? I'm Tyler.” - Tyler
“Oh, I’m not technically sitting alone. My husband had to take a work call.” - you
I put as much emphasis as possible on the word husband. I even picked my phone off of my lap, hoping the guy would see the lock screen picture of Joe and me.
“Husband, huh?” - Tyler
“Yup. I'm married and pregnant.” - you
“Pregnant? You don't look too big.” - Tyler
I immediately sighed and looked around for any signs of Joe, disappointed when I didn't see him.
“What does your husband do for work? Washed up, accountant?” - Tyler
“Professional athlete.” - you say without making eye contact
“Oh yeah? At the community center?” - Tyler
“No. He plays professional football.” - you
My gaze softened when my eyes landed on Joe, who was just a few feet away and walking over to me.
“What level?” - Tyler scoffed
“NFL.” - You
“Third-string punters don't count.” - Tyler laughed
“Trust me, he's not either.” - you
Joe was now standing right next to me, his face radiating RBF, though you can't see his eyes with his sunnies on.
“Hi, baby.” - you grin up at Joe
“Who’s this?” - Joe pointed at Tyler
Tyler was jaw dropped and looking up at Joe, completely shocked and horrified that he'd just tried to put the moves on Joe fucking Burrow’s wife.
“I'm so sorry, sir. I didn't know she was your wife, you are a very lucky man.” - Tyler
He quickly stood up and slipped past Joe. I internally laughed at how Joe had a good 6 inches of height over the guy.
Joe was shaking his head as he sat down in his seat, throwing his arm around my shoulder in the process.
“I’m so fuckin’ done with these randos.” - Joe
“What do you mean?” - you
“The girl yesterday and that guy today. I'm yours, and you're mine. I wish everyone knew that and fuckin’ respected it.” - Joe
“Me too, baby, but it's not their fault you're wildly handsome.” - you grin
Joe rolled his eyes, trying to hide the smug grin on his lips before looking back at me.
“It’s also not their fault you're so goddamn gorgeous, Mama.” - Joe
God, that stupid smirk. Joe was getting me worked up without even trying by the way he reached out and pushed my hair out of my face.
My eyes dropped to his lips, those sinful lips, and before I knew it, he was leaning in to kiss me.
“That a new lip gloss?” - Joe
I nod, and Joe licks the remnants off of his own lips.
“Tastes good, babe.” - Joe
Lord, if he just took me to the bathroom and bent me over...
Joe leaned in again, his tongue darting out of his mouth before it tangled with mine.
“Is that strawberry?” - Joe groans
“Yeah.” - you sigh against his lips
I don't know what’s gotten into Joe for him to initiate a makeout with me in public, but you will not catch me complaining.
“We need to leave soon.” - Joe
“I thought we weren't leaving for like another twenty minutes?” - you
“Exactly.” - Joe
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Joe and I giggled as we ran to the car. I knew he wasn't running at his full speed to keep up with me and my slightly swollen ankles, but something about that made it sweeter.
Once we got to the car, Joe unlocked it and looked around before hopping into the backseat and gesturing for me to come with him.
Joe locked the car up before reaching to undo my skirt.
“Lay back for me. As good as your lips taste, I need to taste something else.” - Joe
He pulled his jacket off and balled it up for me to rest my head on. I knew he was trying to be considerate, but all I could pay attention to was the way his shirt clung to his bulging muscles.
“You’re so fucking hot.” - you
“So are you, Mama.” - Joe
After getting my skirt off, Joe’s eyes turned dark as he took in the sight of me in my panties and top.
“Take your shirt off for me, please.” - Joe
Doing as he asked, Joe reached a hand around my back and popped my bra off with one hand.
“Your boobs sore?” - Joe
The way he looked down at me with his pupils blown wide while sucking his bottom lip put my core on notice, needing him in every possible way.
“Yeah.” - you sighed
Joe slowly leaned down and gently sucked one of my nipples into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the sensitive bud as he massaged my other one with his agile fingers.
“Please, Joey.” - you whimper
He pulled his lips off with an audible pop and moved over to share the love with my other breast. Joe trailed his hand down my stomach and over my thigh before running his fingertips through my soaking slit.
“Let me take care of you, baby.” - Joe groans
“I need you.” - you whisper
Joe pressed his lips to mine as he slowly pushed two fingers into me. My own hands came up to grab onto his hair, one on the top of his head and the other on the back of his neck.
“Joe…” - you moan
He pulled his lips away from mine and leaned down, spreading my legs even more to where he could get his mouth to my core.
Icy blue eyes looked up at me, his hair wild as he closed his lips around my sensitive bud and slowly sucked on my clit, his fingers still moving inside me.
“Fuck, Joey!!” - you whimper
I was close, that familiar build-up in my stomach a signal that I was close to a mind-blowing orgasm.
“Cum for me, Mama.” - Joe
That was all it took for the rubber band inside me to snap, and I was cumming hard around Joe’s fingers.
With every last drop of my release, Joe licked up and sucked each of his fingers into his mouth, moaning around his fingers.
“Fuck, you taste so good.” - Joe groans
Once my vision somewhat unblurs, I look over to see Joe’s painfully tented pants. He’s so hard that he’s starting to accept the fact that he’s probably gonna cum in his pants.
“Joe. Take your pants off.” - you wheeze
He does as I say and slides his boxers down as well, showcasing his big and throbbing cock.
I was still able to get on my knees in the floorboard, and just as my lips were about to wrap around his dripping tip, Joe stopped me.
“Fuck, wait a sec.” - Joe
He leaned forward, and his dick brushed against my lips, eliciting a groan from him as he reached for my purse and rummaged through it.
“Here.” - Joe
Joe shifted back into the seat and handed me my tube of strawberry lip gloss.
“Put more on, please.” - Joe
I made a show of applying more product to my lips before leaning forward and taking him deep. Joe’s head fell back against the headrest as a moan left his lips.
As I bobbed my head, my lip gloss smeared all over his dick, and Joe was loving it.
It took him no time to finish, and the next thing I knew I was digging around my purse for wet wipes.
“You’re all sticky now.” - you laughed
“So fuckin’ worth it.” - Joe groaned
Joe was still lying with his head back, trying hard not to fall asleep.
I eventually found the wet wipes and cleaned Joe up before handing him his boxers.
“You okay to drive?” - you
“Yeah, but I'm for sure napping on the plane the entire way home.” - Joe
“Okay.” - you laughed
After cleaning myself off and both of us getting redressed, we hopped into the front seats and drove our way to the airport.
Just a few minutes into the flight on the private plane, Joe fell asleep on my shoulder. I snapped a quick picture and sent it to Robin.
On our way home! Saying Joe’s tired is an understatement. 😂
Awww! How sweet! See you guys in a bit!
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Our homecoming was so sweet.
Tyson and Miles were so ecstatic to see Joe and me that both of our hearts melted completely.
Completely predictable like always, Joe and I weren't at all surprised when Tyson ran up to him first while Miles ran up to me.
“We missed you guys.” - Joe
His eyes were closed from pure bliss as he stood up with Tyson in his arms, hugging his little body close to his chest.
We eventually made our way into the living room where Robin and Jimmy were sitting on the couch.
“Aww, there's Mom and Dad!” - Robin grinned
Joe and I sat down on the couch. Miles left me to resume playing with the toy kitchen set that was dragged into the living room, while Tyson never left Joe’s lap.
“You missed Daddy, huh?” - you smiled
Tyson nodded and leaned his head against Joe’s chest, my heart fluttering at the way Tyson was Joe’s little shadow.
“You excited for practice tomorrow?” - Jimmy
“Yeah. I'm excited to get back out there.” - Joe
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May 7, 2023 - Morning
Joe and I were standing in the garage. It was early in the morning so we kept our voices quiet.
He was leaving for his first practice publicly since his wrist injury, the first time the world would see him throwing again. Though Joe was excited, I could tell his nerves were creeping in.
“Look at me.” - you
Joe did as I said, and I looped my arms around his middle.
“You’re Joe Burrow. Since the first time I watched you play football, I knew you were destined for greatness, and that was a decade ago! There is nothing you can't do if you put your mind to it, Joe. I believe in you.” - you
Dropping his head to where his forehead was against mine, Joe leaned in and pressed a peck to my lips.
At that moment, in our garage at six in the morning, with our arms wrapped around each other, Joe knew I was all he needed to get by.
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Authors note: kinda went crazy with this one!! This could have a part 2 in the future of May 8th’s hotness.
Hope you enjoyed!! 💕
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First Chapter of the Joey B AU Series is posted HERE on Wattpad! 🖤
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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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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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Angst turning into fluffff???
I was wondering if you could write more about Joe and y/n becoming parents. With like troubled that lead to arguments but they talk it out. I HAVE NO IDEA IF THIS MAKES SENSE 😭.no pressure!🤍
Pairing: Joe Burrow x fem first person
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Notes: I kind of combined this fic with another request: Is there any way you’d be able to write a second part of them just bonding with Noa and the team meeting Noa?
I would be lying if I said bringing a newborn home from the hospital was easy, because it’s not. It has been the most amazing thing bonding with her and watching Joe become a dad to our precious little girl, but it’s exhausting as well. Most nights, Joe and I only get a few hours of sleep because if I’m not feeding her, one of us is changing her diaper or walking the halls with her to try and calm her down when she starts to cry. On the plus side, it’s already been a week since we brought our little Noa home and none of us are dead yet, so there’s that…although sometimes it feels like I might when she wakes us up.
I walked down the steps very carefully, clinging onto the staircase as I focused on every single step. My body was starting to feel so much better, but those few days after giving birth were the worst and it hurt so much to stand up, so I was still walking around like I would break any second, and Joe was too. Whenever I would stand up, he wouldn’t take his eyes off of me, and he usually was right by my side when I walked up and down the stairs. Typical Joe.
Joe was easy on the eyes but even more beautiful on the inside. To say that he has been absolutely amazing would be the understatement of the century. During feedings, he’s right there with me, making sure that if I’m not sleeping, he’s not sleeping. Everything has been a lot easier because of him and I make sure to thank him everyday for it.
Once I got downstairs, I yawned while walking over to the couch. As soon as Joe heard me, he looked up at me with those gorgeous blue eyes and that amazing pearly white smile. “Hey baby, how are you feeling?” Joe asked me. I laughed a little bit and walked past him and gently sat down on the couch next to him. “Tired.” I said and looked down at little Noa as she slept soundly in his arms. She was absolutely perfect. She had the most amazing blue eyes, just like Joe and the cutest nose in the entire world that looked exactly like Joe’s. She was like his spitting image.
Joe chuckled a little bit and kissed the top of my head. “I know, but isn’t this amazing? We have a family.” Joe said and rested his head on top of mine. Gently, I put my hand on Noa’s tiny foot and started stroking it gently. I felt like I always wanted to be near her, or at least see her at all times. It was like I was connected to her still and felt empty when she wasn’t with me. It was such a weird yet beautiful feeling.
“This is everything I always wanted. I love our little family.” I said. I could feel Joe shaking his head that was resting on mind. “Can you imagine when our little tiger can come to my games next season? I’m going to be the luckiest man in that entire stadium with my beautiful wife and daughter up in that suite.” He said. Our little tiger. As soon as Joe found out I was pregnant and because we didn’t know if it was a boy or girl yet, he started calling her his or our little tiger. It made my heart skip a beat every time I heard it because it was so special. It reminded me of the day I told him I was pregnant and that he was going to be a dad. Now I got to watch him be a dad, and it was amazing.
“Or when she’s old enough to realize that it’s her daddy that’s on the field? I can just see her now pointing at you and asking if that’s her daddy.” I said, smiling down at her as I imagined taking Noa into the stadium when she is old enough to know that her dad is the one playing in the game. I could tell Joe was smiling from ear to ear from above me while imagining what that would be like. To be on that field knowing that his wife and daughter were up there cheering for him. It made me excited just thinking about it.
While we sat there and talked about how perfect our little tiger was and how it felt to be new parents, she started to wiggle in joes arms and fuss a little. Immediately I knew that was her ‘I’m hungry’ fuss. I never believed Robin when she told me that I would be able to understand what she wanted or why she was crying until l started to be able to tell a few days ago. It’s crazy, but she was right. If there’s one thing to know about Robin, is that 99.9% of the time, she’s right.
A week later, the lack of sleep was really catching up on me, but we were getting by without fighting, thankfully. I walked downstairs after getting dressed and found Joe sitting on the couch again, holding Noa who was crying. I knew she was hungry, so I pulled my shirt and bra down a little bit as I made my way over to them. Today was supposed to be the day that some of the team was coming over to see her for the first time, and Joe was super excited.
From the very start of the pregnancy, he always told me how excited he was to show the team his son or daughter, especially Ja’marr and Sam since they’ve known Joe for a long time. Today, only Ja’marr, Sam, Tee, and ted were coming over to see her for the first time.
Once I reached Joe, I grabbed her from his arms and started bouncing her slightly in my arms. As soon as she felt me, she latched right on and stopped fussing. I let out a big sigh and closed my eyes while rocking her in my arms. “Are you okay down here if I go upstairs and get ready real quick?” Joe asked me while he gently hugged me. He grabbed the back of my head and placed a kiss on my lips and then kissed my forehead. “Yes, Joe. I’m not completely incompetent just because I gave birth.” I kind of snapped at him a little bit. Joe looked down at me with a worried look in his eyes, but I walked away and to the couch, not in the mood to talk right now.
“Hey, hey, talk to me, baby.” Joe said and started to follow after me. I sat down on the couch and looked down at Noa who was looking right up at me while she drank. Seeing her all scrunched up with those bright blue eyes looking up at me made me feel so complete. “There’s nothing to talk about. Just go and get ready.” I said. I began to yawn again and shook my head after, trying to wake myself up more. Unlike Joe, I had a hard time going straight to bed after I was woken up by Noa’s cries. Joe and I were opposites when it came to sleeping. While I was a deep sleeper, he woke up at any noise he heard. While I took a little bit of time to go to bed, Joe was out within seconds, which means I haven’t been getting as much sleep as him.
Joe kneeled down in front of me and put his hands on my thighs. “It’s not good to keep things bottled up, I know that better than anyone.” Joe said, looking up at me with those same eyes as Noa. “I said I’m fine.” I said. I really didn’t know why I was snapping at him. I wasn’t mad at him. If anything, I loved him even more than I did when we weren’t parents, and I didn’t think that was possible. “You need to get more sleep tonight.” Joe said and reached up to tuck a strand of hair that fell in front of my face behind my ear. “More sleep? What does that mean? Can you not stand to look at your ugly wife with bags under her eyes?” I snapped at joe again. My brain was so foggy and I was so irritable. I hated feeling this way. I hated being mad at him.
“I didn’t mean that and you know it.” Joe said and was about to open his mouth to say something else but I talked over him. “Just go get ready, Joe.” I said and looked away from him quickly and to Noa who now had her eyes closed. I guess she was a heavy sleeper like me.
With a defeated sigh, Joe stood up and started walking away from me. I listened to his footsteps as he walked up the stairs and then shut the bedroom door. As I sat there in my thoughts, I couldn’t stop the tears from streaming down my face. I was so stressed and sleep deprived that I was taking it out on a joe and I felt terrible about it. While he was being an amazing husband and doing everything humanly possible to make things easier on me, I was being so incredibly rude. He didn’t deserve that.
After a few minutes, Noa stopped drinking and fell completely asleep in my arms. While still crying, I stood up from the couch slowly and started making my way to the stairs. The whole time, I made sure not to make any sudden moves because I didn’t want to wake her. All I wanted to do was go upstairs and apologize to Joe for being an absolute dick to him.
When I got upstairs, I walked over to the bedroom door and opened it up. After I swung it open, I heard the faucet running from inside the bathroom, so I walked over and set Noa down in her bassinet that was right next to the bed. Sniffling a little, I turned around as the water was turned off and saw Joe who was walking over to me. Joe scanned my face and after reading my expression and seeing the tears in my eyes, wrapped me in his arms. I began to cry into Joe’s chest while we both held each other so tightly. “I’m so, so sorry, Joe. I don’t know why I’m so angry.” I said. “Shhh, shhh. Look at me baby. Look at me.” Joe said. I leaned back from Joe and looked up at him as he led us over to the bed. Both of us sat down on it, still holding each other.
I kept sniffling over and over again and wiping my tears. Hell, I didn’t even know why I was crying so much. “When I told you you needed more sleep, that wasn’t me trying to be a dick. I also wasn’t saying that because I thought you looked ugly, because that’s impossible.” Joe said and cupped the side of my face. I melted into his touch and nodded up at him. “I said that because I love you and care about you, and I only want what’s best for you. So, instead of me waking you up all the time like you wanted, I’ll let you sleep more often and I’ll deal with Noa unless she wants to be breastfed instead of bottle fed, or unless she just wants her gorgeous momma.” Joe said.
“Are you sure?” I asked him. Joe reached up and wiped off a tear that streamed down my cheek. “I’m a million percent sure.” Joe said. I nodded and leaned forwards, giving him a quick kiss. Joe was literally the best husband ever. There are so many days where I ask myself how I got so lucky, and this was definitely one of those days. When our lips separated, we kept our foreheads together. “I love you so much, Joey.” I said. “I love you so incredibly much.” Joe said.
From in the bassinet, Noa started to fuss a little bit. It wasn’t one of her hungry fusses, it was her lonely and bored type of fuss. Joe leaned back from me so I could reach over and grab her, and when I did, I carefully placed her on the bed in front of us for some tummy time. Joe and I both laid on our stomachs in front of her, propped up on our elbows while watching her. The both of us kept laughing at the little grunts she kept making as she looked at the both of us. “You’re so perfect little Noa.” Joe said and chuckled while he gave her nose the smallest boop. I let out another yawn while watching her. Just as Joe was about to say something to me after seeing me yawn, Noa started to strain and then I heard that delightful sound of her diaper being filled up.
From the sound of it, Joe and I both covered our mouths a little bit and laughed, knowing this would be a rough one to clean up. Because Joe changed her diaper last time, I started to get up from where I was at on the bed, but Joe shook his head and scooped up Noa. “I’ll go and change her diaper, why don’t you take a nap?” Joe said and stood up from the bed. “It’s fine,” I swung my legs over the bed and planted my feet on the ground, “she’ll need to be fed soon anyways.” I smiled up at him, but Joe stood in front of me so I couldn’t stand up.
“You have pumped so much that there’s a supply to last a few months and she’s going to pass out soon anyways, so take a nap. We’ll be fine, won’t we Noa. Yeah we will.” Joe told Noa and started to rock her in his arms. I glared up at him, feeling like I shouldn’t take a nap, but I couldn’t help but smile at how adorable he was with her. A nap did sound amazing right now. “Okay, but the team’s gunna be here soon.” I said. “I’m going to text them and tell them today isn’t a good day. We can have them over when you’re not being a dick.” Joe joked with me. We both laughed a little bit, knowing it was true although he was joking. “Fine, but if you need me or if she won’t stop crying, wake me up.” I said.
With a smile, Joe bent down some so I could see Noa before I took a nap. “I will. Say goodnight to mommy little tiger.” Joe said in that cute baby voice. I giggled a little bit and stroked my hand gently across the top of her head, feeling her soft hair. “I love you, Noa.” I told her and then looked up at Joe. “I love you, Joey.” I said. Joe looked down at me and kissed my lips. “I love you more.” He said and slowly started to back away. After they disappeared down the hall, I scooted underneath of the blankets and as soon as my head hit the pillow, which was unlike me, I fell right asleep.
After I finally started to get more sleep and take naps when Noa took naps, I started to feel a million times better. I wasn’t as irritable any more and I actually was having so much fun bonding with her. Because I was feeling better, the day finally came for some of Joe’s teammates to meet Noa. Although we planned on having Ja’marr, Sam, Tee, and Ted over for a little bit so they could meet her, we ultimately decided to only have Ja’marr and Sam over for now and introduce her to the team at an Easter get together that we were going to hold. We figured that since we still have a month until people meet her, we can grow into ourselves as parents more and soak in these few weeks of privacy and calmness before a ton of people came over to see her.
“Hey Jordyn, have you seen any of my LSU sweatshirts?” Joe asked me. He was in our walk in closet and I could hear him looking through all of his sweatshirts to find them. I sucked in my lips a little bit and looked down to my chest to see the giant LSU letters on it that I changed into to wear for today. While Joe was wearing the other matching one earlier, Noa decided to surprise him with a little bit of throw up. After I looked down at my chest, I looked at Noa in my arms who was yawning. “Oopsie.” I laughed a little bit. Joe, hearing me, walked out of the closet and began to chuckle when he saw what I was wearing.
“Do you want me to change? I’ll put on one of my LSU sweatshirts instead of yours.” I said. Joe just shook his head and leaned back into the closet quickly, snagging out a bengals sweatshirt. “That’s okay, it looks better on you anyways.” Joe said with a wink when he started walking over to me. Once he reached me, he placed a small kiss on my lips and then stripped off his shirt so he could slip on his sweatshirt. I sucked in a small breath at the sight of his bare chest and couldn’t help but stare. In between my legs started to ache a little bit so I crossed them slightly. From the corner of Joe’s eye, he could see my slightly flustered state and began to flex his arm muscles.
With a scoff, I slapped his arm. Joe and I both started laughing at how unserious he was. I was flustered though. Let’s just say it’s been a few week’s since I’ve had sex and when I see Joe looking extra good, all I can thinking about is sex. Like literally, all I can think about is sex. The bad news, we haven’t had the time to actually have sex, which has been hard.
All of a sudden, I heard someone knocking on the door from downstairs and a smile flashed on my face. “They’re here, let’s go Joe Shiesty.” I giggled a little bit as began to walk out of the bedroom. “Are you ready to meet your half uncles? They may scare you at first, especially Sam since he’s a d-linemen, but he’s like a marshmallow inside, so don’t worry.” I said and kissed the top of her head.
Joe followed after me after slipping on his sweatshirt and as soon as I started walking down the stairs, he put his arm around my back and put the other on my arm, making sure I didn’t fall with Noa in my arms. “Joey…thank you so much, But I know how to walk down the stairs.” I laughed a little bit at how concerned he was whenever I walked down the stairs. “I know, I know. But what if you slip or twist your ankle and fall?” He said. I looked up at him quickly and squinted at him. “When have I ever slipped or twisted my ankle while going up or down the stairs?” I asked him, waiting for an answer. “Last year before you were pregnant and hung out with Karissa.” He said with a ‘hmph,’ feeling triumphant that he had an answer to my question.
“Joe, I was drunk…that doesn’t count.” The both of us laughed a little bit as Joe said, “touché.” There aren’t many times where I get absolutely hammered, but that was definitely one of those times. Me and and my best friend Karissa went to her house to catch up after she got back from a 2 week vacation and one thing led to another, and one drink led to another, and the both of us go so disgustingly drunk that when Joe had to come and pick me up and drive me back home, I may have thrown up in his new car…but that’s besides the point.
I stood back from the door and Joe opened it up. As soon as he did, I couldn’t help but smile as I laid my eyes on Ja’marr and Sam who were waiting patiently for us to answer the door. The last time I saw them was the day of the Super Bowl, and now they each have their first ever Super Bowl rings. Joe dabbed the both of them up and then invited them inside. Ja’marr stepped in first and looked at me and then little Noa who was wide awake, meaning she’d want to eat soon. “Oh my goodness look at her. She looks just like Joey B.” Ja’marr said, covering his mouth with his hand slightly. After he looked at her and ran his fingers over her arm, he looked up at me.
“Hey Jordyn, how are you?” He asked me and carefully hugged me. “I’m doing a lot better now that I learned to actually take a nap when she does.” I laughed a little bit and hugged him, making sure not to move Noa around. “Good, good. Damn. I can’t believe this. Ya’ll are parents.” Ja’marr said and stepped to the side so Sam could see her. “Wow, now those are some long legs. She’s gunna be a D1 player when she grows up.” Sam chuckled and gave me a small hug. “Hey jordyn.” He said. “Hey Sam. It’s good to see you.” I smiled up at him.
We made our way to the living room where we all sat down so they could hold her. When I tell you I was a little nervous to give her up, I was telling the truth. So far only Karissa, my parents, and Joe’s parents have held her, and even then I was nervous for them to hold her. Every time someone held her other than me or Joe, something in me told me they were going to drop her and all I wanted to do was snatch her from them and hide her. Being a mom was a damn weird feeling.
I sat down on the other couch to the side of ja’marr and Sam and who sat on the same one. Before Joe sat down, he gently scooped up Noa from my arms after making sure I was okay to part with her and walked over to Ja’marr who was closer to him. “She’s so tiny dude.” Ja’marr said with a big smile on his face as Joe placed her in his arm. When she was in his arms, I couldn’t help but smile. Even though they weren’t related by blood, the team was still her family, especially Sam and Ja’marr.
Once Ja’marr got her in his arms, he started to look a little nervous and looked like he forgot how to hold a newborn. “Pretend she’s a football. Hold her just like a football.” Joe reminded him. It looked like something clicked in Ja’marrs head as he slowly readjusted Noa in his arms so he was holding her the right way. “You have a kid Ja’marr, how did you forgot how to hold a newborn?” I asked him with a little laughed and folded my legs underneath of myself while watching Noa who was looking up at Ja’marr. At first she looked a little scared, but after a few seconds she just accepted it.
“Yeah, well, he ain’t no newborn anymore. I forgot.” Ja’marr said. We all laughed a little bit. While he held her, I noticed that he kept smiling down at her and her little features. Her beautiful blue eyes. Her perfect little nose. Those wonderful rosy cheeks. Her tiny lips. Everything about her was perfect and it made my heart soar with emotion just thinking about them and how other people are loving them just as much as me.
Once Ja’marr and Sam both held Noa, Joe handed her back to me and she fell asleep right away. Laughter and chatter filled the room as we all talked together about anything and everything. For a while most of the conversations were about the Super Bowl and how amazing it was to win it, so I took that time to go upstairs and feed her real quick. It felt amazing to talk with people other than just Joe on a daily basis. Don’t get me wrong, I love Joe so incredibly much and don’t know what I would do without him, but it’s nice to talk with other people too.
After a little while, I started to get hungry, so everyone followed me into the kitchen so we could resume our conversation. Before I got to the kitchen, I grabbed the baby wrap and wrapped it around myself and placed her inside of it so she could sleep comfortably on my chest without me having to hold her. In the kitchen, the boys all gathered around the island counter while I grabbed some crackers and cheese from inside of the pantry and fridge. Before I walked to the counter, I asked the boys if they wanted anything and they all said no. “Why’d you cancel on us the other day. All I got was a short, ‘sorry, gunna have to plan another day for you to come over.‘” Ja’marr said.
I turned to look at Joe and started laughing. Joe just gave me a shrug. “What kind of text is that Joe? That’s about the same text I sent you 10 years ago. Luckily you wouldn’t take no for an answer.” I said. It was true, that’s about the same text I sent Joe about 10 years ago when I was on the fence about going on a date with him. Let’s just say i’m extremely happy Joe was extra persistent. “Wow…are you breaking up?” Sam asked Joe and Ja’marr with a little gasp and We all started laughing at Sam’s joke.
I popped a cracker in my mouth after putting a piece of cheese on it and shook my head. “Don’t worry, that would never happen,” I laughed, “I may have been a little sleep deprived and snapped at Joe when I thought he called me ugly.” I said. “Y’know Joey B would never call his girl ugly. You should hear the way he talks about you in the locker room. ‘She’s so beautiful, I love her with all my heart, she’s the best thing to ever happen to me.’” Ja’marr laughed when Joe slapped his arm, not liking that little interpretation of himself. “What did you even say?” Sam asked Joe.
“I told her that she should get more sleep since she’s been exhausted and I wanted what’s best for her, and she took that as a, ‘I don’t want a wife whose ugly and has eye bags,’ she was validated though, having a newborn is exhausting. But jordyn has been amazing.” Joe said and smiled down at me. My face flushed red from the small compliment and I shook my head, trying to get it to go away so nobody saw. “Well I’m glad everything’s going good now. I can’t wait till she’s old enough to run around the facility with us.” Sam said, looking at her as she was curled up against my chest.
While Joe couldn’t take his eyes off of Noa who was sleeping, I noticed ja’marr looking right at Joe. “Dude, she’s got you wrapped around her little finger already.” Ja’marr chuckled a little bit. Joe nodded and let out a sigh. “If that ain’t the damn truth, I don’t know what is.” Joe said and looked up at me with that perfect smile.
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Surprise | Joe Burrow
summary — Moving house is not always stress-free. But despite the last few hard weeks, Joe makes sure to put a smile on your face with a surprise
pairing — joe burrow x reader
words — 1952
notes — thanks for your request. I hope you like it!!🧡
The last few weeks and months had been associated with a lot of stress and headaches.
Anyone who loved moving and said that it wasn't so bad and stressful was completely wrong.
For Joe and you, there had been nothing worse in the last few weeks and months than setting up your new home and packing moving boxes.
The countless hours spent in various furniture stores had been a lot of fun for you, but when it came to painting various walls and putting together all the countless pieces of furniture, there was the occasional argument between you out of sheer desperation.
However, you were able to resolve the small arguments about how you should place the furniture in the respective rooms fairly quickly, so that every small argument was resolved within a few minutes.
"This is finally the last one." Joe puts the last box down in the hallway before running his fingers through his completely disheveled hair.
"We've finally done it," you murmur with relief and hand Joe a bottle of water before sitting down on the step and catching your breath.
In the last two hours, you've moved countless boxes from your old home to your new home and dragged them inside, so you're more than sure you'll be feeling sore muscles for the next few days.
"Finally," Joe agrees as he sits down next to you on the step and you rest your head on his shoulder.
"And who's going to unpack all our stuff now?" you mumble tiredly as you look at the piles of boxes blocking the passage to the open-plan living and dining room.
"That's the question..." Joe takes a big gulp from his water bottle before running his fingers through his hair again and letting out a loud sigh.
The move is already pretty exhausting as it is, but then there's the hot weather, which has doubled the strain on your strength.
"How about we take a little break first? We rest and eat a little and then we'll take care of all the boxes?" Joe suggests after a few minutes of silence, which almost caused you to doze off any second.
"Sounds like a great plan. If I knew where my bikini was, I'd jump into the cold water first and inaugurate our new pool."
A highlight for you is definitely the large pool in the garden, where you can swim a few lengths undisturbed or simply float in the water with an inflatable swimming animal.
"Fortunately, I've made sure that we can easily get to our swimming gear.
With a proud smile on his lips, Joe lifts a bag in front of your nose, from which he pulls out your bikini and you jump for joy, shrieking softly around your boyfriend's neck.
"You don't know how much I love you."
You give Joe a kiss on the cheek and then pick up your bikini.
Joe gives you a soft laugh in response.
"Let's see who's in the pool first." He more or less challenges you and before you can answer, Joe has already disappeared into the bathroom to get changed.
"That's not fair! You started way too early!" you shout after him with a laugh and slowly get up from the stairs.
You can already feel the muscles in your arms and thighs starting to ache slightly and you probably won't be able to move without pain tomorrow.
But you don't really care about that right now, because the only thing that matters right now is the pool of your new garden, so you quickly change into your everyday clothes and then throw on your favorite bikini before grabbing your towel and running into the garden.
Your old garden was quite small and had hardly any space to do anything big in it, which wasn't the case at all in the new garden.
The new garden is almost three times the size of the old garden and offers so much space for countless possibilities that the huge green space is almost crying out to be filled with beautiful things.
Once the house is ready, Joe and you will get to work on the garden, for which your Pinterest board was already almost overflowing with countless different possibilities just waiting to be realized.
"Do you want to keep staring at the garden or finally join me in the pool?" Joe's voice pulls you back to the here and now.
Your boyfriend is already in the water, floating on his back through the water, looking so relaxed and rested that a smile spreads across your lips.
"The water's even nice and cold" he adds as he slowly stands up and swims over to the edge of the pool.
"Just what I need, then."
A smile forms on your lips as you walk across the warm lawn to the pool and then sit down at the edge and let your legs slide into the cold water.
A soft sigh leaves your lips as you begin to feel the cold water on your skin. Joe is right, despite the heat today, the water is incredibly pleasant, so you slide into the cool water without hesitation and then stand opposite Joe.
"I was telling the truth," he smiles, trying to tell you that he's not always pulling your leg like you accused him of a few days ago.
Because every now and then Joe loved to pull your leg, more or less.
Just yesterday he tried to convince you to watch a movie that wasn't even supposed to be scary. But in the end, you were so creeped out that you had to bury your face in Joe's shirt for the rest of the movie.
"This time, but who knows when you won't. I think you like to tease me, Burrow, and that's not fair."
You splash a little water on his face, which only makes the person opposite you start to laugh quietly.
"Lie. I would never do this. How could I?" he replies with a laugh and a hint of sarcasm in his voice.
"You're such a liar," you pout lightly as you swim towards him and then cling to him, trying to somehow push him under the water, which turns out not to be too easy.
Joe is standing so firmly that you barely manage to move him even an inch.
A resounding laugh rings out above you, which only makes you pout even more.
"That's not fair."
"Oh, y/n. You really are incredibly cute." amused, Joe presses a gentle kiss to your forehead as he wraps his arms tightly around you and starts to swim off with you.
"I'll probably have to eat the whole pizza by myself today so that I can push you under the water tomorrow," you reply with a shrug and a big grin on your lips, to which Joe just rolls his eyes.
"How much time do we have until the pizza arrives?"
After you had put on your bikini, you ordered pizza for both of you via a delivery service so that you didn't have to cook anything or drive out to get something to eat.
"About another thirty minutes."
"That's enough." In one swift movement, Joe lifts you out of the pool and climbs out after you.
"Hey, we haven't been in the pool long," you pout again as Joe puts the towel around your shoulders and you snuggle up in it.
"We still have enough time for this in the coming weeks, months and years."
You watch Joe as he also puts a towel around his shoulders before holding out his hand to you with the words "Follow me, I have a suprise for you"
"A surprise? I love surprises!" you exclaim in anticipation as you take Joe's hand in yours and another soft laugh comes from Joe's direction.
"I know that. That's why I love giving you surprises." Joe squeezes your hand gently before walking with you across the lawn to the small hut at the end of the garden.
In fact, it wasn't exactly rare for Joe to give you a surprise.
He often brought you flowers, your favorite sweets or ice cream after training or after a game.
He also often took you out to dinner or on other romantic dates.
Joe's romantic side was one of the many reasons you fell in love with the Bengals quarterback.
"Do you want to show me all the big, nasty spiders in the cabin?" you ask with a slightly contorted face as you start to think back to the day of the tour.
Because on the day you first visited your dream house and were blown away by it, the hut more or less disgusted you.
Because the huge mess, which was accompanied by countless spiders and cobwebs in the hut, had already given you a big stomach ache during the viewing, so that you were already dreading having to clear this hut of all the spiders and cobwebs one day and then clean it out.
"No, don't worry," Joe assures you as you stop in front of the hut, which now has a new coat of white paint and no longer shows the hideous peeling paint, and Joe takes out the keys.
Outside the windows of the hut you can see white curtains that hadn't been there before.
Before you can even ask Joe why the cabin has curtains, Joe opens the door and gently pushes you inside and what you see inside leaves you open-mouthed.
The walls are lined with countless white bookshelves that reach up to the ceiling. There is a ladder on the shelves, which ensures that you can easily reach the top shelves.
All your books have found their place on the shelves and despite all this, there are still countless free compartments for more new books.
There is also a cozy armchair for reading, a matching stool, lots of fairy lights and lamps, as well as a rug that makes the room even cozier.
"Wow..." you stammer, overwhelmed, as you slowly turn in a circle, trying to take in every corner of the room.
Joe stands in the doorway and watches you with a broad smile as tears slowly well up in your eyes and you look over at him, moved.
"Surprise," he whispers as you cross the room in three long strides and fall into your boyfriend's arms as sobs escape you.
"Thank you, darling," you whisper, sobbing into his chest as he wraps his arms around you and hugs you gently.
"I thought this hut was perfect for your reading room. Here you can read undisturbed and run your book blog and all your other book channels."
"It really is. You don't know how much this means to me, thanks Joe." You slowly lift your gaze and look into your boyfriend's shining eyes.
"I was happy to do that, y/n. It's incredibly important to me that you have your own four walls where you can pursue your passion and since our house isn't really finished yet, it was important to me that this room is finished first and that you have it so that you can retreat and immerse yourself in the world of books."
Joe's words cause countless tears to start rolling down your cheeks.
You can't put into words how touched you are by his words and his surprise, so you whisper a quiet "Thank you" and then press your lips to Joe's.
And you realize once again how much you love Joe. And how grateful you are that he is by your side and that you are the one who gets to wake up by his side every day.
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Wrapped Around Your Fingers
Pairing: Joe Burrow x Reader
Warnings: 18+ / Smut
Description: This fic has us traveling back to the off-season last year, to Teddy K's 2023 Memorial Day pool party. Joe had the longer hair, a nice tan (for him 😋), and he was wearing that unbuttoned short-sleeve shirt that had us going feral. See pic below (I cropped/enhanced it, but it's still kinda crap.)
Time/Place: Late May 2023 (Memorial Day week-end) / Cincinnati, Ohio
A/N: This was written for a request I received asking for something smutty featuring Joe's hands (established relationship vibe). I decided on a oneshot where Joe & Reader are engaged & living together in a LTR.
Inspo: (you can't see his hands here, but we know they're hot AF)
Edit: Added two more inspo pics -- top right is in his truck, bottom is in his Porsche (ignore the hoodie for this fic).
Lyrics are from "Slow Hands" by Niall Horan
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Fingertips puttin' on a show
Got me now and I can't say no
Wanna be with you all alone
Take me home, take me home
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You hop out of the car as soon as Joe parks in Ted's driveway, smiling at the group of guys (Joe's teammates) who come out to help y'all carry in the goodies you brought for the party; you greet the other WAGS as you enter the kitchen, shaking your head as the guys immediately run off to the backyard to jump in the pool and act up, leaving y'all to get the cocktails and snacks ready.
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Thirty minutes later, you're sprawled on a lounge chair poolside, your eyes going wide behind your sunglasses when you feel a big, wet hand on your thigh.
"Need another drink?" Joe purrs, leaning down far enough to nestle his lips against your ear.
"Ummm, no thanks," you grin, nodding at your mostly-full margarita. "I've barely started on this one."
"Well, hurry up," he teases. "I know what tequila does to you."
You stick your tongue out at him as he takes two steps back before spinning around and diving in the pool, a dirty smirk adorning his full lips as he surfaces and slings his wet hair out of his face, his long fingers pushing the dirty-blonde locks back as he gives you a loaded look.
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Forty minutes later, you ease off of your lounge chair and head toward Joe, glancing down to make sure your boobs are still fully contained in the teal bikini top you're wearing as you approach the table where he's playing cards with a few of the guys; you lick your lips as you take in his short-sleeve shirt, unbuttoned and splayed open in a way that showcases his chiseled torso.
His gaze settles on you as you walk toward him; his eyes are unreadable as they're hidden behind his Cartier shades, but his lips curl up in a way that let's you know he's enjoying the view. "Hey babe," he greets you.
"Hey," you echo, walking to stand behind him for a few heartbeats as he shuffles and deals, his long, agile fingers expertly handling the cards in a way that makes your toes curl. "You need anything?" you ask as you grip his shoulder, your voice a little more breathless than you intended.
"I'm good," he replies, "but why don't you sit and watch a few hands," he continues, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you down on his lap. "Okay," you murmur, smiling at the other guys seated at the table before returning your attention to Joe's hands and forearms as he smoothly manipulates the cards, his summer tan creating a nice contrast that sets off his blonde arm hair. You squirm a little as a naughty thought hits you, biting your lip when his thick thigh flexes under your butt in a way that seems totally intentional.
You watch him win four hands in a row before planting a kiss on his cheek and standing up, throwing him a look over your shoulder as you walk back to your lounge chair.
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A little while later, as you're sitting on your lounge chair talking with the other WAGS, you hear a loud yell; you quickly look up to see the guys running around in the grassy yard behind the pool, tossing a football around while playfully shoving each other. While you watch, Joe hollers something at Ja'Marr who takes off running, easily sprinting away from his defender then looking back at the perfect time to catch a pass from Joe.
You smile when Joe immediately looks in your direction to see if you saw the absolute dime he just dropped; it was a perfect spiral, spanning the entire width of the very large backyard before hitting Ja'Marr in stride as he sprinted into the 'end zone'.
"That was a dime!" you holler, clapping your hands a few times before giving Joe a thumbs up. He takes a quick bow, a huge smile on his face as Ja'Marr runs up and hands the ball back to him, bouncing with energy as Joe leans close to call his next route.
You watch the guys play for about twenty minutes before rolling onto your stomach, your breath catching in your throat a few minutes later when you feel Joe's hand on your bare back.
"Let me rub some sunscreen on you," he offers, his voice teasing your senses as he grabs the bottle of coconut-scented sunscreen sitting on the pool deck beside your chair, squirting a dollop in his hand before slowly massaging it into your heated skin.
You grip the edge of your lounge chair and enjoy the feel of his strong hands on your back and legs, your pulse pounding at the noise he makes low in his throat when you spread your legs a little as he dips his fingertips just under the elastic of your bikini bottom, both of you knowing exactly what would happen if y'all were alone.
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Later that night -- just after sunset -- you take the last bite of your second taco followed by the last sip of your second margarita, smiling at Joe as he digs a tortilla chip into a fat mound of guacamole before offering it to you, his eyes on your mouth as you open wide for him.
"Sooo good," you moan after you chew and swallow, grinning when he holds your empty marg glass up and gives it a shake. "One more?" he asks. "I'm already tipsy," you admit, opening your mouth as he offers you another guac-loaded chip with his free hand. "Half a glass?" he asks. "You're not driving," he continues.
You slowly chew and swallow the tasty bite in your mouth, studying his face for a sec before responding. "Half a glass," you agree, giggling when he hops up to go get your cocktail.
He comes back a few minutes later, handing you the partially-filled glass as he sits beside you. "There's a line of thunderstorms headed this way, so we'll need to leave a little earlier than we planned," he states, watching your lips as you take a hearty gulp of your cocktail.
"Oh darn," you faux pout, grinning when he leans forward and presses his lips against your ear. "Can't wait to get you alone," he murmurs, squeezing your thigh before leaning back and giving you a look you feel in your core. "If you keep looking at me like that," you whisper, "we're gonna be leaving in about thirty seconds."
"Hey Joe?" Ted hollers, breaking the porny spell; Joe turns his head to see what's up, grinning when Ted waves him over to help cut the watermelons. "Be right there," Joe hollers, giving you a sheepish look before dropping a quick kiss on your lips. "This won't take long," he mutters, rushing off as you take another sip of your tangy drink.
You finish your drink before following him, slowly walking up to the table they're cutting watermelons on.
Watching your man cut a damn watermelon shouldn't feel like foreplay, but here we are, you think to yourself, taking a slice as Joe hands it to you, your eyes following a rivulet of pink juice as it runs down the long length of his middle finger.
"Thanks," you whisper, taking a bite and chewing slowly as you watch him finish cutting the wedges before grabbing his own slice, biting into it while making eye contact with you.
Oh, this if def foreplay, you think to yourself, holding eye contact with him as he devours the sweet, pink flesh, his sinful lips curling up in a dirty grin as the juice drips down his chin.
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After helping with clean up and telling everyone good-bye, y'all get in the Porsche and pull out of the driveway, hoping to make it home before the storm hits.
"Did you have a good time?" Joe asks, throwing you a smile just before he turns onto the highway, quickly picking up speed as the first few raindrops hit the windshield.
"I had a great time," you sigh, turning your head to look at him, your eyes lingering on his profile for a bit before focusing on his left hand gripping the steering wheel; you squirm in your leather seat as the streetlights slide by in intermittent flashes, highlighting the prominent veins and tendons as they snake down his sinewy forearm into his hand.
"What are you thinking?" he asks, flicking the windshield wipers on as the rain picks up.
"Something I've thought a million times before," you answer.
"Tell me."
"I've told you a million times before."
"Tell me again," he urges.
"You have ridiculously sexy hands," you murmur. "I mean, you have ridiculously sexy everything, but especially your hands. I've been perving on them all day."
"I know," he admits, flashing you a quick grin as he reaches over and wraps his right hand around your thigh, giving a light squeeze before continuing. "You've told me you're turned on by watching me shuffle and deal cards, so I made sure to give you a show today."
"You're a shameless tease," you pout playfully, watching his hand as it inches up your thigh.
"It's not teasing if I'm gonna deliver the goods," he purrs, the cocky smirk on his face quickly replaced by a look of concern as y'all crest a hill and start down the other side. "What the hell?" he grumbles, the tone of his voice making you quickly turn your head to look at the road, eyes going wide at the sight of traffic stopped completely and the flashing lights of several emergency vehicles.
"Looks like a bad wreck," you mutter, grabbing your phone to check a traffic app as Joe slows down and finally stops the car, the rain coming down even harder as you read the latest alert. "It's a jackknifed big rig," you sigh. "It's blocking both lanes, but they expect to have it cleared in ten or fifteen minutes. Good news is there aren't any injuries."
"Just some dumbass driving too fast on slick roads," Joe grumps, taking a deep breath and checking his rearview mirror as another car comes to a stop behind y'all. "This fucking sucks," he groans, taking his left hand off the steering wheel to rake his fingers through his hair in agitation.
"It's okay," you soothe. "We just need to have a little patience."
"Fuck patience," he scoffs, making eye contact with you while slipping his right hand under the hem of your dress (a stretchy, pull-on strapless teal minidress you're wearing as a cover-up). "We've got at least ten minutes to have some fun before traffic starts moving again," he continues, grinding his fingertips against your clit through the slinky fabric of your bikini bottom, his tongue slowly sliding along his plump bottom lip as you instinctively arch your hips up into his touch. "Take these off," he orders, tugging on the elastic waistband as your eyes go wide in surprise.
"Maybe we should wait 'til we get home," you mutter. "What if someone sees what we're doing?"
"We can barely see the brake lights of the car in front of us, much less actually see into the car. There's no way anyone can see us any better."
You turn your head to look out the windshield, confirming that you can't see much due to the darkness and the heavy rain pouring down. "Okay," you whisper, quickly kicking off your flip-flops before sliding your bikini bottom off, your core clenching in anticipation at the sensual promise in his request.
As soon as you lean back in your seat, his hand is under your skirt, his fingers teasing your slick folds as you spread your thighs to accommodate him. "So wet for me," he groans, dipping a finger just inside to gather moisture before sliding back up to play with your clit, rubbing lazy circles while you squirm against his hand. "I've been wet for you all day," you admit, your voice sounding breathless and needy, your pulse pounding as he adds a little more pressure to your aching nub.
After a few minutes, his talented fingers have you close to climax, with his hot gaze and dirty talk helping push you toward the edge; as you squeeze your eyes closed and lean into the feel of your impending orgasm, his voice breaks through your pleasure-fogged brain.
"Shit … traffic's moving," he grits out, taking his foot off the brake and rolling forward, slowly at first then picking up speed. You press your thighs together, squeezing his hand between them and wanting to yell at the frustration of being so close to bliss and then having it snatched away.
"Relax," he soothes, left hand gripping the steering wheel and his eyes firmly on the rain-slick highway and the traffic in front of him. "Spread your legs for me," he urges.
"Is this dangerous?" you whisper, spreading your legs as he continues to tease your clit with his fingertips, massaging you with just enough pressure to make you scoot lower in your seat and tilt your hips up, your body silently begging for more.
He flicks a quick glance at you before returning his attention to the road. "No, it's not dangerous," he states. "The rain is slacking off and traffic is thinning out," he continues, his deep voice sending a shiver down your spine as he slides his fingers lower, teasing your entrance for several heartbeats before sliding inside.
You bite your bottom lip and grab his forearm with both hands, digging your fingers into his warm skin as you lift your right leg and prop your bare foot against the dash, both of you groaning when the new angle allows his long fingers to slide deeper inside you. "Don't stop," you beg, looking down to watch him finger you while he grinds the heel of his hand against your clit, his forearm muscles flexing and rippling as he continues to pleasure you.
A minute later, your climax hits so hard your entire body shakes as you squeeze your eyes closed, your back bowing away from the seat as the waves of pleasure roll through you, his fingers continuing to stroke you through the orgasm as you whimper his name.
You eventually flutter your eyes open and realize he's exited the main highway, and the car is now at a complete stop at the end of the exit ramp. You turn your head and lock eyes with him, your breath catching in your throat at the look on his face as he pulls his fingers out of you and slowly lifts them toward his lips, the glow from the streetlights illuminating the sheen of your arousal on his long fingers; he gives you a wink as he slides them in his mouth, licking and sucking them in a way that's got you ready to jump naked and straddle him.
"You need to hurry up and get us home," you whisper, squirming in your seat as he gives a quick nod and looks both ways before easing out into the sparse traffic on the road leading to your neighborhood.
You take a few deep breaths to calm your hammering pulse, your gaze flicking between his sexy profile and his hand gripping the steering wheel. Fuck it, you think, reaching over to palm his erection through his swim trunks. I can't wait another second to touch him.
He inhales sharply as you run your thumb the length of his hard shaft several times. "You a little impatient?" he asks, his grin cocky and his voice husky with arousal.
"More than a little," you admit, removing your seatbelt as he finally turns onto the street y'all live on; you lean across the center console, dropping a kiss on his neck before giving it a lick, the salty taste of his sweat making you more lightheaded than the tequila you drank earlier. "I'm a little tipsy, too," you purr, licking him again, your pulse reacting when you feel him swallow hard.
"I know," he states. "Can you do me a favor?" he continues.
"Yeah."
"Get naked for me."
"Right now?"
"Yeah. Right now."
"Yes, sir," you breathe, dropping back into your seat as he makes the turn into your driveway; you shimmy out of your cover-up and bikini top just as he pulls into the garage and throws the car in park. He glances over his shoulder, making sure the automatic garage door fully closes before stripping his shirt off and tossing it on top of your discarded clothes.
"I smell like sweat and coconuts," you giggle, giving your armpit a sniff as he shoves his swim trunks down to mid-thigh, freeing his erection.
"You're about to smell like sex," he growls, patting his thick thighs before reaching for you, helping you crawl across the center console to straddle his lap; you watch as he grips his cock and lines it up with your entrance, your hands clutching his shoulders as you impale yourself on him, whimpers spilling from your lips at the delicious stretch as you slowly take every inch of him to the hilt.
"You feel so fucking good," he groans, letting his head fall back against the headrest, a hiss escaping his pretty lips when you hit a Kegel on him. "You got me red-lining already, baby," he rasps. "Don't push it."
You give him a naughty grin just as the garage light cuts off, plunging y'all into darkness. "Shit, hold on a sec," he grumbles, leaning forward and hitting a button that turns the light back on before cupping his hands over your breasts, sliding his thumbs back and forth over your hard nipples several times before gently pinching and tugging them in a way that sends a rush of liquid heat into your core.
You start riding him as he continues to tease your nipples, managing a few good thrusts before the alcohol and dopamine in your system let you know it's a bad idea. "Damn, this might be a bad position," you whisper. "I'm a little dizzy and my legs are super shaky from that mind-blowing orgasm you gave me."
"Let me help," he offers, wrapping both hands around your hips, his strong fingers digging into your flesh as he lifts you up and down, doing most of the work for you as you lean forward and nestle your lips against his neck.
"You're so strong," you purr, rubbing your hands over his muscular arms and smiling as he tightens his grip, bouncing you even harder on his cock when you dig your fingernails into his broad shoulders and latch your lips onto his neck, sucking hard enough to leave a love bite.
The small interior of the car creates an intimate cocoon where every sound is amplified, especially the sound of heavy breathing and the lush sound of him pounding into your wet heat, your bodies slapping together on every thrust.
"I'm close," you eventually whine, gasping when he tilts your hips forward, changing the angle to hit your sweet spot as he bucks up into each thrust, his grunts sending sizzles of heat down your spine as you slide a hand into his hair and give it a tug.
A few more thrusts and your climax hits so hard it literally takes your breath away, the pleasure overriding everything else as your walls contract hard around his thrusting cock until he explodes inside you, both of you groaning at the sensation as your core continues to pulsate around him, milking him dry.
Several minutes elapse before he speaks up. "That was crazy hot," he pants, his hands rubbing up and down the length of your trembling thighs for a bit before coming to rest on your plump butt.
"Cr … crazy hot," you finally manage, leaning back to meet his gaze, both of you chuckling at how fucked out you look. "I don't think I can walk," you admit. "My legs feel like jelly."
"You don't need to walk," he soothes, opening his car door and gently helping you out, holding onto your waist as he steps out beside you and hitches his swim trunks up with his free hand. He pushes the car door closed before picking you up bridal-style, giving you a grin as he walks toward the entry door. "I think I'll ask Ted to host another pool party before the season starts," he states.
You giggle at the look on his face. "You had a good time, huh?"
"Hell yeah, and we're not done yet," he purrs, easily holding you with one arm while dropping a hand down to open the entry door before flicking the garage light off. You give his bare shoulder a playful bite as he steps into the house, a swarm of butterflies taking flight in your stomach as he graces you with a filthy wink before kicking the door closed and striding for the stairs.
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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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part 2
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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Don't talk to my wife like that
James Burrow was the popular in school, not only because he was son of Joe Burrow, the quaterback who changed things forever in Cincinnati and the football team there: the Bengals. He was popular because he was kind, and smart...and he looked like the devil version of his father somehow. Tall, chocolate hair, hazel eyes, intense gaze. Many girls and boys admire him.
By no surprise, he had his moments of rebellion.
You were making dinner while Joe was sitting in the dinner table creating a sheet of plays for James to study. James appeared in the kitchen, wearing a hoodie and pants and messy hair. He went directly to the fridge to search for more food.
"James, wait, dinner is almost ready!" you scolded.
"Mom, I'm growing up! I need food" James was seventeen and 6'2 (1.88 m for my the metric system folks) , the doctors said he will grow up more. Joe expected James to be taller than him.
"Dinner is almost ready" you slapped his hand when he was about to grab a bottle of juice "Help you father to put the table" he sighed but obeyed.
"Did you finished your homework?" you asked, moving the pasta and turning it off the stove. "Mr Darnold told me you were not submitting your homework on time, James"
He sighed again. Joe raised his eyes to look at his son noticing the change in his attitude. "Mr Darnold is a prick"
"James!"
"What?" he said defensively "It doesn't make any sense that I spent my time making homework when is useless" he replied.
"It is important, because is your education" you argued, giving a glance to Joe who was still watching James. You knew that stare. "You can learn about many things, including critical thinking and logic"
"I don't give a fuck I'm going to play in the league anyway" he raised his voice.
"James!" Joe interved "Don't talk to my wife like that. She's right, you need to study. Do you think any college would want you if your grades are a mess? Did you know you have to study a degree if you want to compete?"
"But I-"
"I don't care if you think it is a waste of time" he argued "you need to study, do your homework and get good grades, that's all we have been asking you all these years, alright?"
"I thought you want me to play in the league"
"I want you to respect your mother, and then we talk about playing" he stood up "apologise to you mother, now"
James sighed. "Sorry mom, I shouldn't be rude"
You felt so precious that you promised to say thanks to him later that night.
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Joey B Blurbs: Say You Love Me
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summary: you prank Joe by not saying “I love you” back after seeing another couple do it on TikTok.
warnings: fluff, unserious/funny, pranks, illusions to 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)
It was a quiet afternoon in the Burrow home, which lately seemed to be a very rare occasion. Joe was upstairs getting ready to go over to Sam Hubbard’s house since a few of the guys were getting together over there. Mostly captains and a couple of other players.
The twins currently sat next to me on the couch while they babbled back and forth with the cartoons playing on the TV.
When I found out I was pregnant, Joe and I had set very strict guidelines for our future kids. Cartoons and tech limit being a huge one we both agreed on.
Well, that was before we became parents. We quickly realized that having two toddler boys at the same time meant using anything to calm them, distract them, keep them content, etc. The list could honestly go on forever.
Now that Joe was going to be leaving soon, I planned to keep them occupied with the TV til they eventually had to take a nap.
As I noticed Miles starting to get tired, Joe came bounding down the stairs loudly making an introduction as usual.
“Hey baby, I'm going to Sam’s now. I'm gonna make sure to get home before dinnertime so I can grill steak tonight.” - Joe
“Mmm. Sounds good.” - you
He made his way over to the couch and bent down to be at eye level with me.
“I've been craving a good steak for a bit so I'm def looking forward to it.” - Joe chuckled
“Okay, babe. Have fun.” - you
Joe leaned forward to give me a quick kiss before pulling away and standing up with a smile.
“Bye, mama. I love you.” - Joe
Let the prank begin.
In all honesty, as fun as this prank was going to be just to see how he'd react it was also kinda sad. Joe has always made it apparent to verbally profess his love for me, and not matching his statement would certainly be something he'd dwell on.
When we first started dating back in high school, Joe made it known to me that the statement “I Love You.” was not something he just threw around. To him, it was a more intimate thing and he'd only tell it to someone if he truly meant it.
I was lucky enough to be one of the people on the receiving end of those three special words leaving Joe’s lips.
But for right now, he wasn't getting the return of those special words.
“Bye Joe.” - you
I tried to study his expression when he realized the fact I didn't say it back but for a second it didn't seem like he had. When he did though, it was very obvious. Maybe she didn't hear me? Joe thought.
Joe leaned down and kissed me once again, this time a lot longer than the first.
“I love you.” - Joe
“Have fun at Sam’s!” - you smiled
The look he gave me wasn't a reflection of hurt but more of confusion and worry.
“You okay?” - Joe
“Yeah, why? I'm great!” - you
He stood there for a second trying to take in my body language, but there wasn't a noticeable difference to him.
“Okay, just checking.” - Joe
Leaning down once again, Joe pressed a very thorough kiss on my lips. My hand rested on his cheek and my thumb rubbed under one of his eyes as we kissed. After, our foreheads stayed touching, and Joe just smiled at me.
“Bye, I love you.” - Joe
“Bye, baby. Tell the boys I say hi!” - you
Joe abruptly stood up after that. They way you kissed him wasn't matching your lack of sentiment.
“y/n? Did I do something?” - Joe
“No. Joe are you okay?” - you
He scoffed before collecting his thoughts and speaking.
“Well I was but i’m kinda confused now.” - Joe
“About what?” - you
I watched Joe cock his head to the side as he narrowed his eyes at me, he was completely and utterly lost.
You were acting completely normal, and happy; kissing him and calling him baby, but you wouldn't say I love you back?
“Do you not want me to go?” - Joe
“What no? Do you want me to not want you to go?” - you
“I mean I wasn't going for that, but I feel like I should stay now.” - Joe
“Why?” - you chuckled
Joe crossed his arms across his built chest, making his muscles bulge, and huffed out a loud breath.
“Are you mad that I was gonna go hang out with the guys today? If you didn't want me to go you could've told me.” - Joe
“You know I don't care if you hang out with your teammates if anything I encourage it. Why are you acting like this?” - you
“What do you mean me?? y/n, what the hell is happening?” - Joe
“I don't even know what you're referring to.” - you
He dropped his arms and ran a hand through his soft curls while heaving a sigh.
“Okay nevermind, whatever. I'm going now. I love you.” - Joe
Joe watched me intently and very closely to see what my next move was.
“Have fun, Joe. I'll be here with the boys waiting for your return.” - you
His expression and body language stayed the same but the words that left his mouth next said the opposite.
“Do you not love me anymore?” - Joe
My mouth dropped open and my eyes widened at his question, have I gone too far?
“What?! Where did that even come from? That's a stupid question and you know it.” - you
“Yeah, sorry.” - Joe looked down at his feet
There were a few seconds of silence before Joe looked back to me.
“I’m gonna go now, or else I'll be late.” - Joe
“Okay, c’mere give me a kiss.” - you
Bending down once again, Joe pressed little pecks on my lips over and over again before pulling away.
“Love you.” - Joe smiled
“Thanks.” - you
“y/n… I’m your husband. Why won't you say it back?” - Joe
“Say what back?” - you
“Don't play dumb. Every time I say I love you, you completely dodge it. What’s that about? If I did something tell me. Please.” - Joe
“Dont know what you're talking about.” - you
Joe’s jaw clenched up and he looked at his two boys who were by now watching him and I instead of their show.
“Hey guys can you go upstairs so Mommy and Daddy can talk?” - Joe
Oh shit.
The boys nodded and eventually went upstairs to their room. Once Joe saw their little frames disappear he turned back to me, his nostrils were flared and he looked mad.
“y/n, what the fuck did I do? It's not our anniversary, you're not on your period, we were literally cuddling an hour ago, and you are kissing me like nothing is up. Why won't you say you love me? It's fucking me up like hell, y/n.” - Joe
I stood up abruptly and wrapped my arms around him, pressing my face into his neck.
“If this is a joke- I swear to literal God.” - Joe
“I'm so sorry Joe. It was just a little prank but I took it way too far, please don't be mad at me. I seriously didn't intend to get you this worked up. I didn't know it'd mess with you like that.” - you
He stayed silent and I moved my head to his chest, his heart was beating unhealthy fast.
“Joe? Baby, are you okay? Your heart is beating really really fast.” - you
I looked up at him as I rubbed his back with one hand, the other rubbed over his heart. Joe was looking straight ahead at the wall, trying to not acknowledge me.
“Say it.” - Joe
“Say wha-” - you
“Say it.” - Joe looked at you
I moved my hands to cup his cheeks and placed a huge kiss on his lips.
“I love you. I love you so much, Joe. I love you more than anything.” - you
“Thanks.” - Joe smirked
“You ass!” - you shoved him as he laughed
We eventually stopped laughing and pulled each other into a hug.
“I love you.” - you
“I love you too.” - Joe smiled and kissed you
Joe and I kept kissing as our hands started to roam over each other’s bodies. Though I protested, Joe pulled away eventually and pulled his phone out of his pocket.
“What are you doing?” - you
“Texting Sam and saying something came up last minute.” - Joe
I smiled and came up with a quick response.
“Oh, something def came up.” - you held eye contact with Joe before flicking your gaze down to his crotch
“Now you're in trouble.” - Joe
He tossed his phone onto the couch and picked me up bridal-style, running to the stairs as we both giggled.
I really loved Joe with my whole heart.
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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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arms, J. Burrow
summary; as joe's preparing for the upcoming season he just gets thicker and thicker in all the best ways
warnings; a little subby joe😋, smut, oral (m receiving), little slut-shaming, pet names, teasing gaaaassssppppp.
word count; 950
note; okay, he's been looking extra good and I just wanna eat him all the way up, I hate this, the abrupt ending yuck, nd also dunno how it went the way it did but it happened so...
"Can you put me in a headlock, baby?" Joe choked on the bite he had just taken, not only at what you'd just said but at the look of pure seriousness on your face. He's still in that tight in all the right places sleeveless shirt, shorts that made his ass look incredible, and the snap-back that had the perfect amount of his hair falling onto his forehead. It's taken you months to get him to grow his hair back out finally and now that you've succeeded you're begging to pull at it while your legs close around his head every chance you get.
After his miniature coughing fit comes to an end you're smiling at him ever so innocently from across the kitchen as he sips his water eyeing you curiously, "I'm sorry, but that's an interesting, request, sweet girl," you shrug, still keeping this faux naive demeanor, and the bedroom eyes you're throwing his way has jokingly him shaking his head and rolling his pretty eyes.
Kissing your teeth as you walk around the counter revealing the fact that your legs are bare in contrast to the sweatpants you were wearing when he had first got home is now an afterthought, he cocks his head slightly to the left, raising his eyes brow, "what brought this on?" However, he's not entirely shocked this is an everyday thing. Holding his welcoming hands out and spreading his legs for you to tuck yourself into him, which of course, you do. "just the slutty, compression shirt, tight shorts combo, also tiktok edits!" you state completely honest, leaning into him and when he doesn't reply with anything other than a snort, you find yourself kissing up his neck, to his jawline, and back down till you meet his shoulder searching for even the slightest reaction.
He sighs, soaking in the feeling of your lips and tongue moving sloppily over the delicate, sensitive spot on his neck that you locate out of sheer muscle memory, absolutely sucking a dark hickey into the skin running along his jugular, "It's not a no, mama. Whatever you want, wanna make you happy." Now, you're smiling against him at just how breathless he sounds over a few sloppy kisses, "No one makes me happy like you, Joey."
as your lips find themselves grazing his bare shoulder, you lace your fingers together, "We better head upstairs, 'fore my mom and dad get here for dinner," when your eyes meet his you find that they've glazed over and his tongue darts out to lick his lips. Suddenly it is so damn hot in here, feeling like you need to come in and get some air conditioning after hours in the Ohio sun.
Whatever you were making, now somehow you have completely forgotten what it was, is in the oven, you two have a bit of time and you will be using every millisecond of it to your advantage. Before you both know it, you're on your knees in front of him running your palms lightly over the tent in his shorts as he sits on the edge of the bed watching even your tiniest of movements. He takes the hat he has been wearing and gently places it atop your head, smiling down at you and your teasing fingers, lifting his hips into your touch.
He catches on to the slight tug at his shorts and lifts his lower half for you to remove both items of clothing separating you from his dick, you watch intently as his face contorts and his abdominals flex when your hand wraps around him. He groans from deep in his chest and you absentmindedly press your thighs together, "More, please."
His tone and actions completely radiate submission, and it's rare to see this side of him, and you sure as hell relish in that as you spit in your palm, focusing your attention on the tip alone as he ruts against your hand searching for just a bit more. Using both hands now, one on his cock and the other raking your nails down his thighs leaving goosebumps in your wake. You keep up your teasing and Joe's lost all control, completely unable to sit still and the only thing leaving his mouth is stuttery, 'so good's, moans, and grunts.
The sound of the oven beeping downstairs falls on deaf ears but the obnoxious timer that sounds from your phone does not, completely breaking you from the trance you had seemed to be in, "Oh, there's dinner, maybe you should freshen up, sweetheart," You stand above him momentarily awaiting his reaction, as his jaw goes slack, "baby, two minutes, please? Was so close." Shaking your head, you slip into the walk-in closet finding one of his college football tees and some sweatpants.
"Mom and Dad, remember, Joey?" Upon your exit you find him tugging up his briefs as he heads in the direction of the shower going out of his way to avoid even your hands brushing his, you catch him by his shirt pulling him back toward you, "Tonight, I'll make it all up to you, I pinky promise," poking out your smallest finger, waiting for him to loops his with yours and he does. You step up on your toes to kiss him on his lips, then his cheek, his chin, his jaw, and just before you make it to his collarbone, he grabs your waist pulling you back to prevent any further torture, "'Kay tonight, you fuckin' tease."
As you descend the stairs and head into the spacious kitchen, you hear the shower turn on and exhale a breath you didn't know you had been holding in. Coming to the realization that you both managed to receive the short end of the stick this time, you've gotta finish cooking something nice enough for his mother and he needs a cold, cold shower.
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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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Body Like a Back Road
Request: Joe Burrow and reader go on spontaneous road trip during off season.
Warnings: smut (fingering, intercourse), language, mentions of a funeral
A/N: my second stand alone Joe fic! Enjoy!
"In 500 feet, turn right". The voice of the GPS startled you out of your nap, your head knocking against the window as the car went over a pothole. "Ow!" You pressed a hand to the side of your face, grimacing at the sharp pain. Joe snickered as he glanced over at you, his hands flexing open and closed as he balanced them on the top of the steering wheel. "Good, you're awake."
"Where are we?", you grumbled out as you stood up, stretching your arm over your chest in hopes of getting the knot out of your shoulder from sleeping against the door. There were no signs to indicate your current location, and for the past eight hours, everything out of your window looked the same, nothing but trees along each side and the open road.
"We're just outside of St. Louis. At least according to the GPS, but I think I made a couple wrong turns about an hour ago, so I know fuck all where we are." Joe bit at his thumb nail, something he always did when he was stressed. "Great." You whispered, leaning your head against the window. The vibration of the car was lulling you back to sleep, your eyelids growing heavy.
The season was finally over, and after a less than stellar year, Joe was going stir crazy sitting around with nothing to do. He could only hit the gym so many times a day and watch game tape over and over before it started to get boring. When you mentioned to him that you had to travel to Denver to attend the funeral of one of your distant cousins as a favor to your mom, he offered to tag along with you, and against your better judgement you said yes.
Going to a family funeral was something that a boyfriend did for their girlfriend, not for their fuck buddy. You didn't want to give Joe, and honestly, you're own heart, the wrong idea about where you stood, but the thought of making a 17 hour drive alone sounded like torture.
Your relationship with Joe was...complicated, to say the least. You had been friends through college, and for the longest, it was nothing more than that, but when you both ended up in Cincy, Joe was drafted to the Bengals and you had just settled in the city with your first big-girl job, it became something more. You were both lonely, living in a new place, and you leaned on each other for support.
The first time you slept with Joe, you considered it a fluke, a slip up that could easily happen between friends. After months of consistently ending up in bed together, you realized that the two of you were in too deep. Now, a couple years later, it had become more habit than anything else, and you weren't even sure if you could call yourself friends as much as you had become a source of comfort for one another. You knew it was best to end it before anyone got hurt, but for some reason, you just couldn't.
Joe slapped your thigh, making you jump. "Hey, I need you to stay up. This GPS is useless."
"In 200 feet, turn left onto Franklin Street."
"Franklin Street?!" Joe gestured wildly to the left of him. "There is no fuckin' Franklin Street! Does she want me to drive into the woods?" Joe scoffed as he leaned back in his seat. You leaned forward to see there in fact was no Franklin Street, chuckling to yourself. "Don't let her get to you, J. You know she's not real, right?"
"Ya know what...its not even the GPS, its your damn car. Piece of junk." He slapped the console, the volume dial falling out of place. You grabbed it, shoving it back onto its slot. "Hey, Darla has been there for me since I was 16. She is a classic." Truthfully, Darla was hanging on by a thread, and the last time you brought her to a mechanic they offered you $200 for her to use for scraps, but you didn't have the money for a new or gently used car right now, and as long as you didn't go over 50 mph, she drove fine.
"A classic piece of shit", he mumbled under his breath, earning a slap on the arm from you. "Shit!", he rubbed at his chest, "do you wanna drive? 'Cause I can pull over right now."
"Funny, because she wasn't a piece of shit all of the times we were doin' it in the backseat." You propped your feet on the dashboard.
"Yeah, good times." Joe's ran his fingers through his hair nervously, his face starting to heat up. He was glad you went back to sleep so you couldn't see him start to sweat.
"Wake me up when we get to Kansas." You grabbed Joe's hat from the dashboard, pulling it over your eyes to block out the evening sun.
****
The next few hours went by like a dream as you went in and out of consciousness, listening to Joe's terrible singing along to the Hamilton soundtrack as he managed to eat through all of the snacks you packed for a two day drive.
You took in a deep breath as you woke up to darkness, the overhead light blinding you as you rubbed your eyes to try to focus your vision. As soon as you noticed you were alone, the driver's door was wide open, and Joe was gone, you began to panic.
"Joe! Joe, where are you? This isn't funny!" All horror movie protocol went out of the window as you unbuckled and climbed out of the car.
"Joe!" Silence. You grabbed your phone out of your back pocket and turned on the flashlight as you rounded the back of the car, illuminating the eerie thicket of trees you were parked next to. "Joe, I swear to God, if you're hiding somewhere I'm gonna kill you." You took a step forward, jumping as you heard a twig snap beneath your feet. You held your breath, feeling your pounding heartbeat in your ears as you listened for any sound of life. Again, silence.
"You know what? I'm just gonna assume you're already dead and keep it pushing." You called out to the open. You had seen Friday the 13th enough times to know there was no way you were going to outrun anyone. You turned back to the car, noticing a figure flash by out of the corner of your eye.
"BOOO!!" Joe jumped out from behind the car, his arms swinging above his head to appear terrifying. You collided with him, bouncing off of his strong frame, and landed on your ass.
"Ha! You should have seen your face!" Joe bellowed over with laughter as you stood and dusted the dirt off of your pants, a scowl on your face. "Fuck, that was so worth it." He wiped a tear from the corner of his eye.
You shoved him, hard, making his back hit the car. "What the hell were you even doing? Why did we stop?" You opened the trunk and grabbed a sweatshirt out of your bag, feeling the chill on your skin as the temperature dropped after dark. "Had to take a piss."
"I feel like we've been driving forever. How far to the motel?" You were beginning to get cranky, your empty stomach contributing to your sour mood. "Still got another two hours until we get to Kansas City and stop for the night." You both got back into the car, but as Joe tried to turn the engine, it only sputtered a couple of times before dying out.
"C'mon", Joe groaned, cranking the key again to no avail. 'Fuck!" He slammed his hand against the steering wheel, hitting the horn. "Your piece of shit car died, Y/N."
"Its not Darla's fault, you probably made her mad stopping in the middle of nowhere."
He pressed his forehead to the wheel. "Please tell me you have roadside assistance."
"Um...define "roadside assistance"?" You had AAA at one point, but let your membership expire when you couldn't afford the monthly payment anymore. "Y/N! What if I wasn't here?! You would have been stranded in the middle of Kansas by yourself with no way to get help!" Joe didn't mean to yell at you, but just the thought of you being out here alone was stressing him out.
"Good thing you're here, then." You harmlessly placed a hand on his thigh to reassure him as you scrolled the internet for tow trucks. Neither of you realized that Joe had grabbed your hand in his, interlacing your fingers. As you rose your head, feeling him massaging your fingers mindlessly as he stared ahead, you felt your stomach flip. "Joe", you uttered out, waiting for him to look at you.
"Oh, sorry." He snatched his hand back, running his fingers through his blonde locks. He didn't even realize he had done it. You were his safe place, and touching you brought him comfort in a way that he really didn't understand himself. You were no stranger to his touch, but it was always in the name of getting off.
"I think I found a place a couple miles away. ETA is...2 hours." You let out a frustrated sigh. Waiting two hours for a two truck meant you weren't going to see a shower or bed anytime soon. You desperately wanted to wash this road trip off with the hottest water a hotel shower could produce.
Joe leaned his seat back, the worn leather creaking underneath him as he sunk down, crossed his arms over his chest and closed his eyes. "What are you doing?", you asked, shifting in your seat to face him.
"What does it look like?"
"You can't fall asleep. What if some monster comes and snatches me out of my window?" You were partly kidding, partly terrified that would actually happen. "That's not gonna happen", he huffed, "I'm not that lucky." You scoffed, throwing your feet over his lap. "You need to stay up and keep me company. Those are the rules of the roadtrip."
"Please. I just drove eight hours, five of which you were asleep."
"Joe, please. Just until the tow truck gets here."
"Fine. Tell me about your cousin. Were you close?", Joe hummed, scratching his nose. "Technically she's my mom's cousin, and no, I've never met her. My mom was close with her at one time, but they lost touch years ago. I'm just going to represent the family."
Joe opened an eye to peek at you. "You're going all the way to Denver for someone you've never met?"
"Why do you sound so shocked? I can do things out of the kindness of my heart." You clutched your chest dramatically, but Joe just chuckled, dropping his shoulders in a sigh. "It's just... ya know what? Nevermind."
"What? Tell me."
"Its just...are you sure that's all that it is? In all the time I've known you, you do things out of comfort. I'm not saying its a bad thing, but this isn't like you." He was looking at you know, his blue eyes illuminated by the orange hued overhead lighting. He was staring into your soul, like he was trying to pull something out of you, and you squirmed underneath the scrutiny.
Your head snapped when you saw a pair of headlights coming down the road, but it was just a passing car. "We have had sex in this car so many times, because you don't even want to come to my place most of the time." You turned back to Joe, whose eyes were closed again.
You bit at your bottom lip. You never realized anyone was paying attention to you that closely, especially not Joe. "I've been thinking a lot about the things I've settled for in my life, and this felt like a breath of fresh air, something different. I'm going a funeral, but I'm also getting out of Ohio for a minute."
Your words hit Joe like a ton of bricks. He quickly sat up. "Are you thinking about leaving Ohio?"
"Eventually", you shrugged. "You didn't think I'd be there forever did you?" you giggled, playing with the hem of your sweatshirt. "I mean, I guess, I- didn't give it much thought." Joe let in a sharp breath to stop his fumbling. He did think you'd be there forever, or at least, he always thought you'd be there as long as he was.
"Don't worry, I'm sure you'll find a new fuck buddy", you said in jest, crossing your legs one over the other. Joe felt his throat go dry, his skin crawling in the silence. He was desperate to change the subject and get his mind off all of the terrible possibilities. "How much longer?"
You checked your phone. "Still got another hour. I'm starving. Did you really eat all of the snacks?" You sat up and crawled into the back of the car to search the bags you packed. "Really, Joe, even my Cheetos? Aren't you on some sort of athlete diet?" You threw the empty bag at him, the plastic hitting him in the face. "I was hungry." He tried to go to the sleep to the sound of you rummaging behind him.
"Hey, look what I found." Joe opened his eyes to see a gold-wrapped condom dangling in front of his face. "I have an idea of how we can pass the time", you whispered in his ear, making him shiver. "If you're not too tired."
"Fuck it." With a grunt, he ripped the condom out of your hands, and took it between his teeth as he unbuttoned his jeans. You frantically climbed to the front, stripping off your sweatshirt before climbing over him to straddle his legs. You turn off the overhead light, moonlight pouring over both of you through the window.
Goosebumps rose on your skin as you pulled him in for a messy kiss, your skin on fire even though seconds ago you were freezing. As you made out, his hands trailed around your waist, inching closer and closer to your spine before his large hands slid down the small of your back and grabbed rough handfuls of your ass, his fingers digging into your delicate skin as your back arched.
He began to move your hips slowly back and forth, making you grind against his pelvis, but he was going too slow for your taste, so you grabbed at his hands, circling your hips against him with an eagerness that had his hips bucking from sensitivity. You could feel him grow hard quickly against your inner thigh, letting out little moans into your mouth as your lips lingered together.
'Y/N, honey-", Joe could barely get the words out, his chest heaving with each breath. "What?", you huffed out without losing your pacing. "What's the rush?", His brow knitted together in pain as his cock rubbed against his zipper. "The tow truck is gonna be here any minute." Joe nodded, holding you in place. You backed away from him, pushing the hair that was stuck to his face with sweat out of his eyes. "We're having sex. I'd like to have use of my dick afterwards, okay?"
You giggled, pulling him by the collar of his shirt for another kiss, alternating between sucking on his top and bottom lips. You moved your hips again, this time with more control, focusing on the friction against your clit with each movement. "Better?", you questioned, only earning a moan from Joe. You could feel yourself growing wet, your panties soaked as you built your orgasm off of friction alone. Joe fumbled with the button of your shorts, sliding his hand down your front, feeling the wetness pooled against the cotton fabric.
"Shit, I didn't realize you were so ready." He toyed with the band of your panties, snapping the elastic against your skin. "Take these off." You lifted yourself off of Joe's lap, settling in the passenger seat, and shuffled your shorts and panties down your legs, kicking them into the back seat. Joe pulled you back onto his lap, eliciting a squeal from you, and in a single breath, he has you writhing on top of him again, his thumb pressing against your clit as he draws agonizingly circles around the sensitive bud.
"Fuck, fuck, don't stop." You hiss, guiding his fingers to drag through your drenched folds, humping against his hand. He slides one of his large digits inside of your pussy, feeling you clench around him, your muscles pulsing as he begins to thrust in and out of you. He slips another finger inside, and you feel the stretch, taking deep breaths as he hooks his fingers and strokes against your cushiony ceiling.
Watching your face contort with pleasure, your chest bouncing in front of him with your head thrown back has him at a loss for words, desperate to get his hands on every inch of you. He helps you get your shirt off over your head, reaching behind your back to easily unclasp the hooks of your bra with his free hand, exposing your budding nipples to the cold air.
Joe leans forward, flicking his tongue against your nipple, and ghosting wet kisses between your breasts. You move back instinctively when he nips at your skin, but he pulls you aggressively back, hungry to feel you in his mouth again. "Feels so good, baby." Expletives are rolling off your tongue as he sucks harder on your nipples. Your hands find the back of his head, your fingernails raking against his scalps as he moves down to your stomach, pressing a kiss right above your belly button as you lean against the steering wheel.
He pulls out of you, your wetness glistening on his fingers. Without hesitation, you take both of his fingers into your mouth, pressing them against your tongue. "You look so fuckin' beautiful like this", he grunts out, his mouth slightly agape as he watches you. Instead of your usual bashfulness at his dirty talk, you hold eye contact with him, your eyelids heavy with lust as you lick him clean, popping his index finger against your lips as you pull them out.
"Fuck, lift your hips." He instructs, racing against his internal clock, like he'll cum in his pants if he doesn't have you now. You do as he says, cupping your chest as he fumbles for the discarded condom, finding it in the cupholder. He unbuckles his belt and pushes his jeans and boxers down to his knees, his pink cock springing free and resting against his lower stomach. You salivate at the engorged vein that travels from the base of his cock to the tip, which is leaking pre-cum.
"Hurry up!" You playfully push him, turning to look over your shoulder for any tow trucks or stray cars, but its obvious the two of you are alone out here. He rips the foil wrapper with his teeth, and removes the condom, rolling it down his length. He wraps his hands around the base of his cock as you slowly sink down on him, taking him inch by inch until you bottom out with a loud moan. "Oh, fuck."
He pulls at the manual recline handle and goes flying back, landing against the backseat with a thud, hitting the back of his head against the headrest. "I fuckin' hate this car", he mumbles, quickly forgetting about the ancient vehicle and his injury as you begin to bounce on his dick, the sound of your ass slapping against his thighs audible, quickly drowned out by the squelching of your wetness as he slips in and out of you.
Joe can't focus on anything but how good you feel and how good you look on top of him, your silhouette illuminated in the moonlight, his hands grazing against the curve of your waist and hips. You feel your legs start to fatigue so you lean forward, resting your hands on his chest, feeling the contours of his muscles underneath your palms.
He takes the opportunity to worship your body as you ride him, placing kisses on your arms and chest while you're too blissed out to even notice. "So fuckin good, baby. You're doin' so fuckin' good", he praises you over and over, which has you hurdling toward your orgasm, feeling the coil tighten in your core.
"Joe", you whimper out, your pace slowing as you tire. "I've got you", he remarks, sliding his hands underneath your thighs to hold you up while he snaps his hips into you, making you take him to the hilt each time. He strokes your g-spot in perfect succession each time and you're sure you won't last much longer. "I'm-I'm gonna cum." You bite out, your words vibrating through your bouncing chest, your nails digging into his pecs, leaving red marks. He increases his pace, hitting against your cervix, the car squeaking and shaking side to side as you come undone, your release washing over you with waves of pleasure.
Joe's right behind you, his face scrunched tight as he feels every muscle in his body contract, "Fuck, I'm gonna cum", he warns just in time, and you pepper kisses against his jawline as his hips stutter. You try to kiss him, but he can only draw in sharp breaths as he releases into you, residual muscle pulses from your orgasm milking him for every drop.
Completely spent, he draped an arm around your back, pulling your weight down on his body. Your chests heave in succession as you come down from your high and try to catch your breath. You lazily kiss his cheek with a smile. "Fuck, that was-"
"I love you." You both were silent, the declaration hanging in the air. Joe was shocked at the words as if they didn't come out of his own mouth. You lifted your head to look at him, your hands still clamped around his face. "What did you say?"
"What?" Joe responded, in immediate denial. He tried to look away, but you turned his head back to you. You heard your phone vibrating in the passenger seat but you ignored it, unable to take your eyes off of him. His face was soft, genuine, his eyes very telling. He meant what he said.
Your phone vibrated for a second time. "Its probably the tow truck. You should get that." Joe was desperate for a reprieve. "Yeah." You shook your head and climbed off his lap, grabbing your phone to answer it. "Hello? Yes, we're around mile marker 152. Okay." You hurriedly put your clothes back on, Joe watching you through the rear view mirror the entire time. He could physically see you trying to process what had just happened, and he honestly wished he'd never said anything. He wasn't sure if he loved you, he was too lost in the moment, thinking with his dick instead of his head.
"They'll be here in five." Your words jogged Joe out of his trance. He nodded and got out of the car, desperate for air. You needed to talk about what happened, but right now, you just wanted to focus on getting your car towed and getting to the nearest hotel so you could get some sleep.
The ride in the tow truck was uncomfortably quiet. You rested your head against the window, your arms crossed over your chest to create as much distance between the two of you as possible, desperate to close your eyes even for a few minutes. Joe glanced over at you multiple times in the short five mile ride to the hotel. He raked a hand through his messy hair, moving to stroke his jawline, the guilt of catching you off guard and professing his love for you in the heat of the moment, gnawing at him.
The hotel was very basic, no amenities and didn't even a continental breakfast, and wasn't really up to Joe's standards, but it was the only one in town, so he'd settle for it just for the night. He stood in the lobby and watched you as you checked in, making light conversation with the desk attendant.
Maybe if he just denied it, or avoided talking about it, you two could move past this, and it could all be a bad memory.
He felt a lump build in his throat as you walked toward him. Seeing the distress on your face, he knew there was no way you were getting over this anytime soon. "Look, Y/N-"
Your face was stoic as you threw your bag over your shoulder. You shoved a key card in his direction without a word. "Goodnight, Joe." He watched you walk away, flipping the key card in his hand.
What the hell had he just done?
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can you please write jealousy joe??? I would love to see that 😁😁
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I reached forwards and grabbed the alcoholic drink I’ve been sipping on periodically while laughing and having a great time with some friends. Like every night after the Bengals first win of the season, Joe, my best friend and her husband, and me all go to our favorite bar in Cincinnati to celebrate the win, and today wasn’t any different.
The bengals first game of the season which was a home game was pretty much a shutout. Joe threw for over 400 yards and threw for 4 touchdowns, 3 of which were to ja’marr chase. It was everything we could’ve hoped for the first game of the season, so in celebration, we all came to this bar in the quieter part of Cincinnati.
We all sat at a small table in the back together while Joes hand rested on my thigh, squeezing and trailing his hand up and down it periodically, which sent shivers down my spine. As I sipped my drink, I got to the very end of it and then set it down on the table. “Alright, I’m going for another drink run. Anyone need anything else?” I asked the 3 other people at the table who were still laughing at something Joe said a few seconds ago.
From next to me, Joe patted my thigh. I looked over to him with a flustered smile on my face, the alcohol somewhat taking an effect. Damn, I was a lightweight. “I’m good, baby, but thank you.” Joe said and leaned over to me and placed a kiss on my cheek. My face flushed red and I looked over to my best friend, Serena, and her husband jonny. I let out a little giggle as Joe slid his hand up my skirt jokingly, knowing how it affected me. Once I contained myself, I cleared my throat and waited until they both said they could use another drink before I walked away.
As I walked away, I could feel Joe’s stare on me the entire time. Ever since we first met at LSU when he transferred, I was totally taken aback by him. The first thing that drew me in were his looks. Those locks that fell onto his forehead and those bright blue eyes. His body wasn’t bad either. What made me stay was his personality. Before I met Joe, I didn’t know a man could be so amazing, inside and out. I mean we’re talking about a nerdy, Lego and SpongeBob loving, funny, kind, thoughtful man. What more could a girl ask for?
When I got to the bar, I found a place to squeeze myself in and placed myself between two people. After a few seconds, the bartender walked over to me so I put in all of our drink orders and started to sing along to the music quietly, wanting the time to pass quicker. “Oh my gosh…is that really you?” A familiar voice asked from next to me. I raised an eyebrow and looked over to the man before my mouth practically dropped open. “Luke? What the hell are you doing here?” I asked in a shocked tone and instantly wrapped my arms around him. The both of us just laughed, shocked to see one another.
Back at LSU, Luke and I used to hang out pretty frequently. It was never anything more than two friends getting together, getting high, or getting drunk-even studying in some rare cases. Our little friend group consisted of me, Luke, anna who was Luke’s girlfriend, and Serena, my best friend. But, since Luke was 2 years older than me, by the time Joe came along Luke had graduated, which means I never got to introduce Joe to him and the friend group kind of broke up and became Serena, me, Joe, Ja’marr chase, and Justin Jefferson.
“Since Anna grew up here, we decided to move back. What are you doing here?” He asked me as we pulled away. “I followed my boyfriend here after college. When I get my drinks you’ll have to come meet him, he transferred right after you left.” I told him. After hesitating for a few seconds, he nodded and flashed me a smile. “Yeah, I definitely will have to meet him. So how have you been? How’s your writing going?” He asked me. “I’m good, writings been good too. I actually published my second book a few weeks ago. What about you? How has your business major been going?” I asked him with laugh, knowing back in college he had no idea what to do with it. “I actually didn’t do anything with it. I’m a police officer how. I love that I found out what I was passionate about after I spent thousands of dollars on college.” He laughed. I laughed and grabbed the drinks the bartender set down in front of me as was about to invite Luke over to our table so Joe could meet him.
All of a sudden, I felt a hand slide around my waist and looked to the side to see Joe practically hovering over me and Luke, who was shorter than me. I couldn’t help but notice the angry expression on Joe’s face and how he was clenching his jaw. I was about to open my mouth to introduce them but Joe spoke right over me. “Hey, I’m Joe, Her boyfriend. And you are?” Joe said abruptly, giving Luke a fake smile in the process. I looked up to Joe with a glare on my face at his rudeness and was about to say something yet again when Luke talked first. “Hey, Luke. It’s good to meet you, man.” Luke said and held out his hand for Joe to shake it.
Joe just glared down at his hand and then looked right back up at his face, not shaking his hand. “Excuse us, Luke. It was great seeing you again.” I said. I flashed Luke a smile before grabbing onto Joe’s arm and tried to pull him with me, but he wouldn’t budge. Why did he have to be so strong? I could feel his arm muscles as I gripped onto his bicep before I said, “Joe?” In a somewhat pissed off tone. I saw Joe look Luke up and down before grabbing two drinks in his hand while I grabbed the other one and started walking with me.
I scoffed a little bit and stopped walking before we got to the table so Serena and Jonny couldn’t hear us. I turned to face Joe as we both set our drinks on the nearest table. Joe was just looking down at me with a pissed look on his face. “What the hell was that, Joe?” I asked him. Joe looked like I was the stupid one before he gestured over to Luke and said, “What the hell was that?” I looked at him like I was missing something. What was his fucking deal? “Me catching up with a friend from LSU and you being a fucking dick before I was able to introduce the two of you, that’s what it’s called, Joe.” I said.
Joe just looked me up and down while biting his lip slightly and said, “I don’t care what it’s called. I don’t like the way he was looking at you. I’m your fucking boyfriend, not him.” I let out a small laugh and shook my head, taken aback. “What, do you not trust me now or something? When have I ever given you a reason to not trust me.” I practically spat at him, getting even more annoyed as we talked. Never in our time as a couple have I ever been unfaithful. “It’s him that I don’t trust. If you haven’t noticed, you’re the most gorgeous girl in this entire bar.” Joe said.
What reason would he have for not trusting Luke? Could he not see by the way I reacted that we were only friends who haven’t seen each other in a while? And anyways, he overreacted before he even got the whole story. I couldn’t help but laugh at him a little bit. “He has a fucking girlfriend, Joe. Why are you so jealous?” I asked him. “It doesn’t matter that he has a fucking girlfriend,” Joe said quickly and looked over at Luke before he looked even more pissed and gestured angrily over to him, “I mean look at the way he’s staring at your fucking ass right now.”
Without even looking at Luke, I scoffed while shaking my head at him and said, “you’re unreal.” Joe squinted down at me. “So now I’m not allowed to be pissed when a random man is drooling all over you?” He asked me. I put my hands on the top of my head for a few seconds before letting them slide off, shocked at how he was acting. “You are blowing this way out of proportion, Joseph. We were friends back at LSU.” I said. “Why, because I don’t want a man who used to be your friend flirting with my girlfriend and staring at her ass? You’re mine.” Joe said.
“Exactly, I’m yours. I’m yours and you are mine, so who the fuck cares that someone I was friends with a few years ago was flirting with me?” I asked him. Joe looked over in the direction of our table and grabbed my arm gently and moved us a few feet away. While he was moving me, I looked back at the table to see Serena and Jonny staring at us, knowing something was going on.
When we stopped, Joe looked right into my eyes. For the first time during this entire conversation, my face flushed red and I could feel myself getting turned on slightly. Why was this so hot right now? “I do. I care. I am the only one that should be flirting and looking at you like that.” Joe said. I tried my hardest to hide my smile because despite how much I was annoyed with him and his jealousy, he was really fucking hot.
After a few seconds, I couldn’t hide it any more and smiled up at him. Joe glared at me in confusion while butterflies flew around in my stomach. “You’re honestly pretty freaking hot when you’re jealous.” I said, my face heating up a little bit from the dirty thoughts in my head as I admired Joe and his pissed off state. Joe started to smirk a little bit but when he realize what he was doing, he cleared his throat and the smirk was gone just like that. “It’s not funny. Do you know how much I wanted to smash his fucking face into that bar?” Joe asked me. With a little glare, I wrapped my arms around his neck and tried to pull him closer, but he wouldn’t budge. So, I tried to go closer to him, but all he did was back up.
I stopped moving and then stuck out my bottom lip jokingly, knowing one of his weaknesses was when I looked sad. With an annoyed look on his face, he wrapped his arms around my waist, hating the effect I had on him. We both pulled each other in closer so I leaned forwards and kissed Joe’s lips. Not expecting it at first, Joe pulled back slightly and gazed into my eyes before smashing his lips against mine. Joe breathed in the kiss as I arched my back. Joe kissed me back hard and right before we pulled away, Joe bit my bottom lip gently. “Was he watching that?” I breathed out with a smile. Joe looked up at the bar past my head and then nodded with a small smile. “Good.” I said and turned around to look in the direction of the bar with our arms still around each other. My eyes caught Luke’s who immediately looked away with an embarrassed, awkward, and nervous look on his face. I looked away and to Joe while running my fingers through his hair. “Let him be the jealous one, I’m not going anywhere Joey. Ever.” I said.
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