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toppersbitch · 1 year

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"You Like That One Huh?" // Joe Burrow x Reader

18+ Minors DNI

Summary: While watching one of Joe’s post-game interviews you can’t help but get excited, he knows when he gets home and treats you.

Word Count: 1k

Warnings: NFL Joe, dom Joe, horny joe, horny you, cunnilingus, unedited work

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You sat patiently waiting for Joe to return home, the post-game interview was playing loudly through your shared house. You listened as you chopped various mixed vegetables to grill for his dinner. You couldn’t tell anyone's voice apart but Joe’s, his voice making you miss him even more. You loved the game day when you could attend, but were saddened when you couldn’t. You couldn’t wait until joe returned, you’d eat dinner, watch interviews and such about the game while he rubbed your feet. He was the most generous partner ever.

“You like that one?” you heard Joe’s voice from the TV, snapping you out of your thoughts, but quickly you were put back in. Joe always said things like that when he would eat you out, in between heavy breaths. The images running through your head made your stomach light and your legs weak. You tried to stop them, Joe would be too tired for sex tonight.

To no avail, you ended up in your bedroom, on top of the sheets, touching yourself, replaying images and his voice in your head.

You were reaching your climax, so close to tipping over the edge, eyes squeezed shut in euphoria just when the door unlocked. You shot out of bed, pulling your pants up, you hurried out into the kitchen, busying yourself with the vegetables.

“Hi baby,” Joe turned the corner, dropping his duffle. His face lit up, shining his pearly whites at you.

“Hi,” You smiled back, walking over to plant a kiss on your cheek, “go shower, and dinner will be ready,” you ran your hand down his arm. He sent you a puzzled look as he left the room.

You set the table waiting, he walked out his casual clothes in their usual mismatched but somehow stylish order.

“Are you okay today?” were his first words as he sat at the table.

“Yeah, why do you ask?” “You didn’t do your usual greeting,” He frowned as he took a bite. Your usual greeting, running to him at the front door, jumping into his arms, and giving him the sloppiest kiss on the cheek. You’d done this every single game, whether you went or not.

“Oh, I was just busy with dinner I guess,” You lied, not convincingly, it was a pathetic excuse and even you knew it.

“No, what's really wrong?” he raised one eyebrow at you. How could you possibly tell him that just his voice turned you on? Such weakness would be used against you lovingly in the future.

“No really, just dinner,” you couldn’t meet his eyes. He stared you down from across the table. His gaze makes your cheeks feel hot, “okay fine I was in the bedroom doing something, and I lost track of time.”

“The bedroom?” his eyes turned intense as he took a sip of water. You simply hummed in response, “what could you have been doing in the bedroom?” He knew, but wanted to make you squirm, “No were you?” His eyes widened for show, teasing you.

“Joe,” one simple word and he was out of his seat walking towards you.

“What was it?” he was asking what made you so horny, you didn’t want to wait anymore. After one ruined orgasm you couldn’t wait one more second.

“Your post-game interview,” you looked down submissively. He tilted your head up by your chin.

“Mhm what part?” he ran his hand down your cheek.

“The part when you said you like that one?” you looked into his eyes. He smirked before crouching down to meet your face. He got close, brushing his lips past yours. He motioned for you to stand and you did so.

He lifted you, wrapping your legs around his torso, you leaned in for a kiss but he simply tsked. He knew what he was doing now, and he knew exactly why that phrase turned you on so much. He set you so you were sitting on the table, pushing your plate off to the side, it clattered on the ground, food spilling onto the floor. His eyes didn’t leave you.

“Let's find out which one you like?’ he lets his finger trace your thigh through your pants. He reached the waist and pulled them down, your panties were soaked, slowly slipping them off then twirling them on his finger and flinging them. You watched intently as he kneeled, his face inching closer to your heat.

His nose connected with your inner thigh, your breath hitching. His arms wrapped around your legs pushing them apart. You pushed your body forward, his mouth finally making contact. You let out a whimper as he placed a kiss on your clit, and then another. Then he was sucking, the suction making you feel ecstatic. His finger came up, playing with your slit, never entering.

“Do you like this?” his breath made your hips buck. You moaned in response.

He pushed his tongue inside you, twirling it around, letting it drive you crazy. Your hands grabbed onto his hair, holding for support.

“Mhm, you like this one better?” The vibrations of his voice were thrilling, it felt like electricity shot through your body. He pushed a finger inside, his mouth working on your clit. He pumped his fingers in and out, making a wave motion hitting your g-spot repeatedly. Just when you thought it couldn't get any better, he began to flick his tongue over your clit. You moaned, pulling his blonde hair hard. You squeezed your eyes shut, the euphoric feeling from earlier returning.

“Joe!” you yelled out.

“Oh, you like that one huh?” You felt yourself release the second his mouth met your clit again. His arms held your legs open, not a fair fight in the slightest. You felt your body tense and relax and tense and relax.

“Yes!” you answered his question, your voice shaking, “oh my god, yes” he removed his finger slowly, your walls tensing around them. He backed away, his body forcing itself against you, your legs staying open. Your cunt so sensitive even the cool air made you jump. He placed a long sweet kiss on your lips, pulling you into a hug, and rubbing your bad.

“I like that one too,” he said softly into your ear, you knew he was smiling.

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stephstars08 · 6 months

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The things this man does to us!😍

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tigertales9 · 8 months

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Weak Resistance

Pairing: Joe Burrow x Reader

Warnings: 18+ / Smut

Description: Things get interesting on a hot summer day when you get home from the farmers market

A/N: Porny nugget alert! I blame Kroger, sweaty Joe and that damn resistance band!

Inspo pics:

Pic source = Sweaty Kroger Joe

Edit: Thought I'd add a pic of the weight bench = Bench

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You pull into the garage and hop out of your car, popping the trunk and reaching in to grab the two bags filled with goodies from the farmers market. You breathe a sigh of relief as you walk into the air-conditioned house, dropping your bags on the entryway bench when you hear loud music coming from your home gym.

"He's home early," you murmur to yourself, walking down the hallway toward the gym, peeking inside and biting your lip at the erotic display. Damn, you think, your gaze slowly raking over him as he methodically pulls on a resistance band, his bare back and arm muscles flexing and glistening with sweat as he counts out the final reps -- "48 - 49 - 50."

You let out the breath you didn't realize you were holding as he grabs his water bottle and chugs several swallows; he's still facing away from you as you give him another slow once-over, smiling to yourself that after several years together, he still makes your knees weak and sets off butterflies in your stomach.

"Hey," you finally say, smiling when he whips his head around and gives you a … look.

"Hey," he answers, closing the distance between you in three long-legged strides, leaning down to drop a kiss on your lips as his playlist shifts from fast to slow. "Time for your cool-down?" you ask against his lips, your breath catching in your throat when he drops his water bottle and buries both hands in your hair. "Not yet," he purrs, deepening the kiss.

You lean into it for several minutes, flinching slightly when he slides a hand under your circle skirt and inches it toward your crotch. "I'm really sweaty," you breathe against his lips, wrapping a hand around his wrist before he can reach his destination. He leans back and gives you a loaded look. "I'm way sweatier," he chuckles. "So what?"

"I just … I feel like I need a shower since it was so hot and humid at the farmers market."

"You don't need a shower," he states, leaning down to kiss your sensitive neck.

"I feel kinda gross," you say weakly.

"You taste and smell delicious," he groans, wrapping his big hands around your waist and picking you up, quickly carrying you to the padded weight bench before setting you down. "Stay there," he orders, walking a few feet away to grab his resistance band before coming back; he throws the band beside the bench before dropping to his knees, easing a hand under one of your thighs and spreading your legs until you're straddling the bench.

"What are you doing?" you ask, squealing a bit when he presses you back until you're lying flat.

"I'm gonna fuck you," he states matter-of-factly, giving you a feral smile when your eyes go wide.

"I feel pretty gross. Let me get a shower first."

"Nope," he chirps, pushing your arms over your head before reaching down to grab the resistance band; he loops it around your wrists before anchoring it to the base of the weight bench.

"What the hell?" you sputter, pulling hard against the band, your core clenching in anticipation when you realize you're completely stuck.

Joe gives you another filthy grin before pushing your fitted t-shirt up to expose your bra; he deftly unhooks the bra clasp between your breasts before lowering his head, running his tongue under your boobs as you squirm beneath him.

"Enjoy my boob sweat," you grit out, gasping when he latches onto a nipple, giving it a nip before sucking it into his mouth. "Your boob sweat tastes delicious," he purrs, moving to tease your other nipple as you pull against the resistance band.

"Joe?"

"What baby?"

"I need a shower."

"No you don't," he mutters, kissing his way down your torso all the way to your lace-covered crotch.

"What if I say stop?" you whisper.

"Then I'll stop. -- But you know I love the way you taste and the way you smell when you're not freshly washed." He locks eyes with you. "You remember the safe word, right?"

"Y … yeah," you lie.

"Good. Then use it if you really want me to stop." He presses his nose against your crotch and inhales deeply.

'Panty sniffer," you giggle.

"Guilty," he groans, repeating the action before hooking a finger in your panties and yanking them to the side, burying his tongue in your slit as you arch up against him.

Several minutes later you bite your lip hard as your climax hits, feeling a little weird that you can't touch Joe since your hands are still firmly secured to the weight bench.

He eventually lifts his head up from between your thighs, running his tongue over his glistening lips as he pulls your ass toward the edge of the bench; he holds eye contact with you as he slides your panties off and spreads your legs before pushing his shorts and undies down, dragging the tip of his hard cock through your slick folds several times before pushing inside.

You wrap your legs around him and let out a stream of whimpers as he hits a steady rhythm, his hips snapping forward in smooth, deep strokes as he leans down and locks eyes with you. "So good," you moan, watching a fat droplet of sweat dangling off of one of his curls; you lick your lips when it finally lets go and drops onto your face, groaning in frustration when it hits just out of reach of your tongue.

"What is it?" he asks.

"I wanna taste your sweat," you whine, holding your breath when he reaches a hand up and wrings some sweat out of his hair, his tongue chasing the salty droplets as they land on your face; he gathers the tangy liquid on his tongue before plunging it into your mouth, groaning deep in his throat when you suck hard on it.

The next several minutes pass by like an erotic dream; you and Joe locked together at mouth and crotch, his tongue and cock working magic inside you until you come apart underneath him, whimpering his name as he gives three more hard thrusts before following you into oblivion.

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Thirty minutes later you're both freshly showered and lounging in bed; you slide a hand up Joe's chest and lift your head to make eye contact. "Sooo, what's the safe word again?" you ask.

"You don't remember?"

"No. I've never used it." You give him a sheepish smile. "My resistance is weak when it comes to you."

He gives you a loaded look before answering. "It's pineapple."

"Oh yeah."

He pushes up onto one arm and looks down at you. "You should've told me you didn't remember it."

"It's no big deal. I wasn't gonna use it anyway."

"You sure?"

"I'm sure."

He drops a kiss on your lips before laying back down. Several more minutes pass before he speaks up again. "Babe?"

"Yeah?"

"Can we have pizza for dinner tomorrow?"

"With pineapple?" you ask.

"Yeah, I've got a craving now."

"No problem," you giggle, dropping a kiss on his chest before snuggling against him.

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idyllicbarb · 1 year

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demon time

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

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

"You up?"

"Why?"

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

"Never said that. Come over loser."

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

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

"Please Joe! It feels so good."

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

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

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

"You love fucking me!"

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

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

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

"I'm never letting you go."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yes sir."

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

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

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

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

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

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

"No sir."

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Change?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Kneel. Now."

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

"Daddy.."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yes sir."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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brrbrina · 10 months

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echoes

part: 2/?

pairing: joe burrow x og!c

warnings: cheating, angst, fluff (?), pregnancy (?) and i think that´s it.

The day after Joe left the house for the very first time, Kendall felt a wave of sadness take over her body. She was devasted, and tired, she constantly woke in the middle of the night as if the house she was sleeping in was haunted.

Every single part of that bed smelt like him, every part of her body was once kissed by the lips of a man who had kissed someone else and she despised that. She felt like her world stopped, when they met, falling in love was not on her plans, and falling in love with a man like Joe wasn´t what she wanted.

"I think we should go with the big backyard one," Joe said hugging her from the back, "This way our babies would have the space to run, and then the babies of our babies" he chuckled putting his lips against the back of her head, Kendall smiled and closed her eyes; it was one of the moments she felt like her life made sense in only a way love makes you feel.

Now, that memory pained her, she was tied to him for life, for two entries now, she didn´t know what to do. The night Kendall found out she was pregnant -again-, happiness took over her body, brainstormed ideas of how she would tell her big baby and the love of her life the good news. The night she confronted Joe became savory, the memory of her telling the news to the father of her son was stained by betrayal and insincerity.

"I made waffles and fresh orange juice" Joe smiled at her showing the plates in the breakfast bar, which was once planned down to the smallest detail. "I think you should go" Kendall sighed "Natalie has a friend coming over today for a playdate and I don´t want her to create a false story on her head in which you come back here and we live happily ever after".

"Who is Mat?" Joe asked her and Kendall looked at him with surprise, "You do know I'm the father of Natalie and that baby you´re carrying right? You are not messing up the mind of my children with that man coming and hanging with them..." Kendall stopped him "You have a lot of nerve telling me I´m the one "messing" with her mind when you were fucking someone else" Joe looked down.

"While Natalie was sleeping here, happy that her daddy won a game so she could tell her friends in school he was the best, you were putting your dick inside another woman, so no, I'm not messing anything up, you did" water filled her eyes and her voice trembled when she stopped "You took away the happiness of being pregnant with MY baby and turned into a grey cloud above me every single day" she felt her knees weak.

"I hate you so much Joe, I hate you because a part of me needs you like a drug I'm addicted to, and I hate you because you destroyed the life WE built together, my kids will grow up in a broken home and the worst part of all is that I will never tell them what you did, that´s the difference between me and you. I´m putting them on top of everything and you didn´t even think twice about the damage you would cause" She said sobbing, and Joe felt his blood drop to his feet.

He left Kendall´s place and drove to the condo he was living in at the moment, he found no motivation in anything, he missed the chaos of his past life. He remembered clearly when he and Kendall got married.

"... You have filled my life with colors and turned it into a musical every time you´re near me. I promise to love you and take care of you and the family we will hopefully soon start. There is not a day where I take you for granted, waking up beside you it´s a pleasure and something I will love to grow old with.

You are the woman of my dreams, the best road trip partner, and the comedic duo made for me, I will make sure to remind you that I´m the man that I am because of you. That every mole on your body holds a million I Love You´s you will hear forever. I´m so happy that I´m becoming Mr. Carter" Kendall chuckled "I know you´re the designer but you´re the muse of my life, of every romantic, naughty, or funny thought that comes to my mind you´re the one I see. I love your laugh and I will try my best to come up with the biggest dad jokes so I can crack a small out of you. Here´s to a lifetime of love, I love you, Kenny."

He didn’t have the guts to admit when he stopped loving her because he wasn't sure if he ever stopped.

People always say you don´t know what you have until it´s gone and he realized that too late, when he met Jackie, he loved the adrenaline of starting a romance again. But now it was painful, he missed everything about Kendall. The way she always made him choose the color of her nail polish or how the pantry was always stocked with Joe´s favorite candy.

How was he so naive to lose his soulmate, the mother of his kids, the love of his life but also his best friend. He hated his life now, a life without her or his kids was a living nightmare, his baby was about to be born, and he hadn´t seen a single eco photo of him. Kendall was sad and blue all the time, the only thing keeping her going was her babies and the company she worked so hard for.

She missed Joe, she couldn´t forget him, and she was tired, she was about to give birth and her life would be upside down once again.

"God I miss you so much" was the first sentence that came out of her mouth when she boldly called Joe at 1 am, she had been crying nonstop, and as much as she hated to admit it, he was the love of her life.

He showed up that night, and he stayed there. It was pointless for him to go home when his pregnant ex-wife was almost about to give birth.

The next few months were a roller coaster of emotions, their baby was born, Joe wasn’t there when he arrived to this world. He was on a work trip when baby burrow arrived and everything happened too quick. Kendall went into labor at 7 am and her baby came out of the womb right away. He looked so much like Joe, it was a very strange feeling, when Natalie was born. He was there, he held her hand as she was pushing their baby girl into a world in which they would do anything to make her happy. That was the only promise Joe made to Kendall that she was sure he would keep.

The new baby mama had been crying nonstop, she wasn’t sure of how she would manage her life now as a single mom with a soon to be a 6 year old.

“How are you doing?” Joe said entering the room with ballons and flowers, Kendall started to cry again. They weren’t in bad terms now, they will share the most important thing on their lives forever. There are science fairs, dance recitals, birthdays, christmas and thanksgiving they will have to share.

“I’m not gonna lie, i’m very scared” Kendall said holding her tears. “Kenny you’ve done this before, you are the best mom ever, Natalie and baby are so lucky that you’re their mother” Joe said smiling with teary eyes. “I know i’ve done this before but i wasn’t doing it alone you know?” The guilt eat Joe alive every second of the day. “Hey, i’m not going anywhere, i can stay home until baby is a bit older” Kendall chuckled, and then start to cry again “What’s wrong?” Joe looked at her concerned “Everything Joe, our baby is here and we don’t even have a name for him, and Natalie keeps asking when is her daddy coming home and i’ve run of ways of explaining her why he’s not” She cried “I hate my new life, I hate going grocery shopping alone and carrying everything by myself, i hate driving everywhere and i really really miss you Joe” he was crying when she said that.

“I know I fucked up, and no amount of sorry’s will mend what I did, we can work this out, for the fourth of us - “ He was interrupted by the nurse entering with baby burrow after checking that everything was okay with him, Joe saw him for the first time and started crying, he held him in his arms and the nurse walked out of the room. “He looks so much like Natie” he whispered and Kendall giggled as she wiped her tears away. “Both of them look like you it’s not fair” she said crossing her arms “We can always try and make one that looks like you” Joe smirked and Kendall’s mind went numb, she didn’t had and expression on her face “Sorry maybe that was too much” he cleared his troat.

“I will make you fall in love with me again, I promise my love” he kissed her forehed and that was the last thing Kendall heard before she fell asleep. And she was so happy to hear that.

a/n! Hiii, i hope you like this chapter, i think the next one it’s the last one of our little series. :) I’ll try to post over the weekend but i don’t promise anything. If you want to be added to the tag list, let me know in the comments. And i would love to hear you thoughts on this chapter and how do you expect the next one will be!!

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georgeluz · 7 years

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SO GLAD YOU'RE STILL DOING THE ASK GAME! I'm 5'11, curvy, I have dark almost black eyes, brown curly hair that I make into bouncy waves, and I'm pretty pale. I love make up -I'm the eyebrow QUEEN of my friends. Personality: confusing - I'm definitely an angry, bitchy, sarcastic sinnamon roll, that's a little insecure about myself, but I have my friend's backs - I have these random spurts of kindness that confuse the hell out of my friends sometimes 😂😂. INTJ-t. Thank you!! 😊 (bob boys please)

NO MORE PLEASE!

FINALLY. I have been waiting to do your’s forever wow Im sorry you’ve been next in line forever how much torture would that have been if you had known omg. Anyway.

The Character I See You As: THE ULTIMATE SINNAMON ROLL. JOE LIEBGOTT. Fiery as hell and somehow gentle on the inside? Remember when he hugs that one guy that gets blown up in episode 2™. Pepperridge farm remembers. Also… pale af. But honestly I love Joe Liebgott so much because yes he’s a handful and yes sometimes he’s insensitive and SPACEY but he’s also such a good friend when he needs to be. You can count on him next to you in a foxhole and you can count on him if your secret needs to be kept safe (lookin’ at u Webs).

Your Three Best Friends: Johnny Martin, Pat Christenson, David Webster

The One You Don’t Get Along With: Cobb. We only have room for two hotheads in this house and it feels like Cobb is bREATHING DOWN YOUR NECK 24/7. Also, frankly, he bitches about things that aren’t worth it. At least when you complain, the complaint has some sort of substance to it. Cobb is just a nightmare.

Who I Ship You With: First of all, with your personality, I feel like I wanna ship you with everyone. But I gotta say Carwood Lipton! The cutest of men, honestly so bashful and sweet. He sees the best in you when others pass you off as a pessimistic, too arrogant, not enough emotion, etc etc. Plus he’s patient when you have a little moment, and he brings out the best in you because he starts rubbing off (but not pressuring you because Lip is just ugh so good so gentle) just YES. Brings u chocolate when ur mad. Everyone needs a Carwood in their life.

Wildcard: 2nd Lieutenant. 1st Platoon. Rifleman. Easy Company (transferred from Dog Company after D-Day).

Lil Blurb: You overworked yourself. Everyone knew it, but with that fire in your eyes and the desperation to prove yourself, no one dared try to intervene. Ever since Bastogne you’d been hacking and wheezing, but you had no intention of being taken off the line. Roe doted on you like you were dying and there were times when you were afraid you had snarked at him a little too much. But Roe kept bouncing back. Your irritability seemed to roll off of him like water off of a duck’s back, but that didn’t stop you from feeling guilty.

When the company holed up in Hageunau, you took the time to sip on soup and rest your chin on your knees. You were flushed. The coughing had gotten worse. Back home you were the worst about staying in bed with just a minor headache or inconvenience, but here, with these men leering at you at one sign of weakness, you stuffed it down and focused on keeping busy until Johnny Martin became so fed up that he cornered you in a living room of one of the French resident’s homes.

“Y/N, you can’t keep doing this. Sit, sit on the couch for god’s sake.” He practically pushed you onto the couch and threw a blanket over. “Christ almighty, kid, you aren’t going to get better on your feet. And we need you, you’re a damn fine marksman.”

“Hell, Johnny, sounds like we’ve become friends. Who’d of thought?” The compliment brought a rueful smile to your face, but only momentarily before the plush pillow underneath you made your head spin.

“Y/N?”

His voice seemed faint. You mumbled something faintly before nodding off, or rather falling unconscious, whichever came first.

When you awoke, you found your head throbbing, aching. You realized you’d been sweating. You thought you must have looked a mess, worse than Lipton who was laying on the bed next to you. You both were confined to the “sick room” with pneumonia, and luckily the bed was big enough that the both of you could fit without rolling on top of each other. Christ. Your head felt like it was going to fall off any moment.

“Feeling better?” Carwood’s voice was half-muffled by the pillow his face was against, hands underneath it as one eye peered over the edge.

“Depends on what you define as better, Lip. My joints are aching. My head is killing me. I think I might be dyin’.”

“Yeah, I felt the same way yesterday. And the day before. It’ll break. I think I’m getting better.”

“Well, shit, that’s good,” you mumble, burrowing your own face into your pillow, biting back at moan as the pressure to your forehead momentarily relieved the pain.

“Do you remember Doc Roe coming in here and giving you antibiotics? You about had a fit, I had to help hold you down.”

“No, Jesus, did I do that?”

Lipton started chuckling, moving his hand to massage your shoulder. “Hell, Y/N, I thought you were going to kill us both. Makes sense you were sleep-walking, I guess.”

You lifted your head slightly from the pillow and cracked a crooked grin at the man beside you. “I’m sorry.” You didn’t know what else to say.

“Nah, it’s alright, long as you’re on the mend.” His hand was still on your shoulder. He seemed to realize it at that moment too and immediately withdrew, a red flush spreading across his cheeks (though you knew it wasn’t from the pneumonia).

“Hey, Carwood?”

“Yeah?”

“You think they’ll give us some chocolate in here? I think we deserve it.”

“Maybe. Soup first?”

“Soup first,” you agree softly, reaching to playfully tug at the fabric of his sleeve.

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toppersbitch · 1 year

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Good Boy // Joe Burrow x Reader

18+ Minors DNI

Summary: you treat Joe after his long practice, taking control of him

Word Count: 900

Warnings: dom! Reader x sub! Joe, riding, overstimulation, cockwarming, reader praises joe, unedited work

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Joe returns home from practice, his first for the spring. He was an athletic weapon, rarely ever ached or pained, and when he did it wasn’t ever anything a nice day in couldn't fix. And that’s just what he needed today.

He sat on the couch awaiting your arrival for the movie. You brought a bowl of popcorn and a pack of M&M's. You plopped down on the couch, resting against Joe’s body. His hand grabbed yours, resting them on your lap. Throughout the movie his hands would wander, making you wait in anticipation, his hands never neared your heat. He knew his effect, but you knew yours more.

His hand found its way to your thigh, squeezing and kneading it. His hand moved further, your breath hitched, waiting for his next move. He didn’t move, you decided to take things into your own hands.

You sighed loudly, watching out of the corner of your vision. He smirked, his hand thumb pressed against your clit through the fabric of your pants. You pretended to be flustered, grabbing his wrist and bucking your hips. You moved to straddle him, your quick movements taken Joe by surprise. His hand held onto your waist, the other squeezing your ass.

“Let me take care of you,” you whispered in his ear, moving to kiss his jawline. Your sucked, knowing you’d leave a mark that all the guys would tease him for tomorrow, “you poor boy.”

You patronized him, pull your shirt over your head, his eyes watched you intently. You lifted his shirt off.

“You must be so sore,” you kissed his chest, his hands stayed squeezing your ass. Lifting your head you kissed his lips again, moving your hips in the slightest manner. He was already hard, you felt it between your legs, “Are you too sore to move baby?”

“Yes ma’am,” he answered, his eyes looking at yours eagerly.

You stood, removing both of your pants and underwear. He sat in front of you waiting, you walked towards him, climbing to straddle him again. He looked down to your heat, it was so close to meeting his cock. You smirked knowing you had to tease him.

You lowered yourself, just touching the tip and again.

“Please?” He asked, his voice was whiny. Like music to your ears.

“Please what?” You said, your hands clasping around the back of his neck.

“Please let me fuck you?” You obliged, lowering yourself, he groaned. You slid up and down, his head throwing itself back against the headrest. You took the chance, once again placing your lips to his neck, leaving another purple and red mark. The thought of Joe being picked on in the locker room made you hot.

You sped up your pace, Joe's hand gripping for supper rather than to feel. You took one of his hands and placed it to your breast, helping him knead it. You moaned out his name, his eyes opening to watch you.

“Y/n,” he whimpered, he was close.

“What baby?” You wanted him to ask, “what do you need?”

“Please can I cum?” His words were whiney, in need of release. You didn’t answer, watching him writhe to hold in his cum, “please?”

He was so whiny, a whimpering mess beneath your body. His hands gripped your skin tight as he tried to hold back.

“Cum for me,” you said, you pushed your hips down farther, letting his dick reach deep inside you. You felt as he tended inside you, cumming. His whines turned to heavy breathes, hands loosening their grip.

“Fuck,” he said, his heavy breathes hitting your neck. He moved his hand, holding your neck and pulling you into his body.

“I didn’t cum yet Joe,” you said, taunting him. Your voice teased him, his dick still so sensitive inside you. You moved your hips once, he let out a whimper. You moved again slowly, his body seemed to shake from the stimulation.

“I can’t,” he begged for you to stop, his hands pressing themselves to your thighs in desperation for you to hold still.

“Please Joe for me?” You batted your eyes down at him. He closed his eyes, nodding, you lifted yourself and down again. You did it again, and again, your hand moving down to rub your clit. Joe was whimpering beneath you, begging you to hurry. His hand held your arm tight, his touches were sure to leave bruises today.

You moved in all directions, rubbing quick circles. You felt your stomach tighten, your pussy tensing. Joe moaned loudly, his hips bucking widely. You let go, moaning out his name, you felt him cum again. His moaning slowed again, you fell against him.

“Good boy,” you said, playing with the hair at the back of his head. You stayed on his dick, the two of your bodies tensing and relaxing. You could feel him breathing against your neck, his hands fell beside his body, limp from exertion.

You stayed sitting on his dick, not moving. You both came down from your climaxes, the only sound being your heavy breaths, someone’s accompanied by an accidental whimper. Joe slowly becomes soft inside you. You pulled yourself off, letting your hand drag across his chest as you sat beside him.

“I like when you take control,” he turned his head to smirk at you. He grabbed your hand, holding it, rubbing his thumb back and forth.

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Ugh this was IT! I decided to combine the two requests. I hope that the swarm of people requesting the two enjoy this!

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toppersbitch · 1 year

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if ur still taking reqs can u do vanilla sex with a vocal joe

Forever // Joe Burrow x Reader

18+ Minors DNI

Summary: Joe returns home from an away game and he is in such a loving mood!

Word Count: 750

Warnings: soft dom Joe, very vanilla smut, PRAISE!!!!!!, smitten Joe, major aftercare, unedited work

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Waiting for Joe to return home from an away game was like waiting for a million suns to set; it was torture. You sat in a chair by the front door. His plane had landed, and he had gotten an Uber home. Any minute now, he’d be walking through that door. You teetered back and forth on the chair excitedly.

"I'm sorry," he couldn't finish before you leaped into his arms and wrapped yourself around him. You planted kisses all over his face.

"God, I fucking missed you," you hugged him again, pressing your face against his chest and inhaling deeply.

"So what’re you saying, you didn’t miss me at all?" You admired his pearly whites as he chuckled at his own words.

"Oh, shut up," you said as you drew his face in for a kiss on the lips.

"Oh, do that again," he said. You pulled him in for another kiss, "one more."

"If I do any more, I’m not stopping," you said, kissing the side of his mouth through your words.

"Who says I want you to stop?" He held on tight, beginning to walk to the bedroom, his hands grabbing your ass. He deepened the kiss, his tongue twirling around and against yours. He set you gently onto the bed, his hands roaming your body.

He removed your shirt, taking a step back and admiring you.

"God, you are just so beautiful," he exclaimed, shaking his head in disbelief. He moved forward, his hands running down your arms. You were speechless when he lifted his shirt and you looked over his body. He approached you, laying you back softly, and goosebumps ran over your body from the skin-to-skin contact.

His hand pushed down your shorts, running a finger along your panty line.

"Is this okay?" He looked into your eyes, and you nodded. He ran his fingers over your clit, the material of your pants adding another layer of friction. You pushed your hips up into his body, a small groan escaping his mouth.

Fighting your need for pleasure, you reached down, palming him through his pants. He was already hard; his pants were pulling with the tension.

He stood up, removing his pants and your underwear.

"Are you wet enough for me, baby?" he asked, already knowing the answer. He hovered over you, his hair falling out of place on his forehead. You reached up, laying your hand on his cheek, and nodded.

He pushed into you, moving slowly, savoring every moment. You grabbed his bicep with your other hand, squeezing tightly. He thrust once more, and your eyes closed in delight.

"Come on, baby, open your eyes for me." His words of encouragement made you wild. You opened them, fighting the urge to squeeze them closed. Joe was staring at your face, watching your expressions.

"Good girl," he leaned down, kissing your lips and thrusting once more.

"Faster, please, Joe," you whined into his mouth through the kiss. He thrust again, his hand moving to press on your stomach. He thrust faster, his movements making you tense around him.

"I love you so much," he groaned, his teeth clenched, "you’re my pretty girl."

He thrust deeper, his hand on your stomach, pressing with each thrust. This was driving you wild.

"Fuck Joe," you whined, writhing underneath him, "please go faster."

He listened, picking up the pace. You could feel your body tensing even more as you got closer. You pulled him down for a kiss, hoping to prolong your pleasure. He adjusted, his strokes now hitting your g-spot, and you couldn’t last any longer. You gripped his body tighter, closing your eyes.

"Go ahead, cum for me, darling," you said as you felt your stomach fill with static, shooting out of you. Joe pulled out, his cum spilling it into your stomach. His eyes were closed, and he leaned back in pleasure. His moans filled the air.

You both came back down to earth, letting your gripping hands leave each other.

"Oh, let me get you a towel," he said as he dashed off to the restroom, returning and wiping your stomach.

He laid down on the bed, pulling you under the covers. He pulled you in tight, his strong arms making you feel safe.

"God, I hate leaving you," he was speaking softly into your ear, "it’s the worst thing in the world."

His fingers traced letters onto your arms; you consistently felt figure 8s.

"I wish we could stay like this forever," you said as you cuddled into his body, laying a kiss on his chest.

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I feel like Joe would be giving the most praise during sex. I just know he’d treat you right.

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tigertales9 · 1 year

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Necessary Roughness

Pairing: Joe Burrow x Reader

Warnings: 18+ / Smut

Description: It's been exactly a year since the Bengals Super Bowl appearance against the Rams. This fic is traveling back in time to 2/13/22 to relive some of those moments, both good and bad.

Location: Bengals Super Bowl after-party at Pauley Pavilion on the UCLA campus (with a few flashbacks to SoFi Stadium).

A/N: I'm in my Super Bowl feels and decided to churn out a little something to make me feel better. Fair warning: The smut is smutting. There's a 99% chance I'm going to write a part 2 for this, but it'll be a minute (more like a month) since I'm slow as hell.

Part 2 is now up : Necessary Roughness II

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You take a sip of your margarita, throwing occasional glances at the stage where your man is singing and half-ass gyrating with Kid Cudi.

"This marg is kinda weak," your best friend announces. "Like lime kool-aid with a tiny splash of tequila."

"Yeah, it sucks," you nod in agreement, rolling your shoulders before thinking back over the past several hours.

The Super Bowl did not go the way you wanted. The temperature was 82 degrees at kick-off, second hottest on record. "This ain't football weather!" seemed to be the battle cry of the Bengals fans in your section at SoFi Stadium. It all went down hill from there. The o-line couldn't block for shit, serving Joe up on a platter for a Super Bowl record 7 sacks and a ton more pressures and hits. You shake your head when you remember how scared you were on that one really awful hit. With 11:38 left in the game, Joe was absolutely hammered to the ground, immediately grabbing his good knee and grimacing in pain. You held your breath until he finally got to his feet and limped off the field, refusing medical treatment. You held your breath on every play after that as well, absolutely terrified that he would get another gruesome injury like he did in his rookie season.

"Hey, you want another crappy drink?" Your bestie's voice pulls you out of your anxious recollection for a second. "Uhhh, yeah. Thanks." She nods her head and waves the bartender over as you slide back down memory lane.

Even with everything that went wrong, the Bengals still damn near won the game. It took a sketchy holding call with less than 2 minutes left to win it for the Rams. "Fuck 'em," you whisper, taking a sip of your fresh drink as you think about the look on Joe's face as you greeted him briefly in the tunnel after the game. You bite your lip when you think of the pain in his eyes.

"This drink is stronger," your bestie chirps, giving you a thumbs up as the music hits a crescendo before slowly grinding to a halt as Kid Cudi's set ends. "Much stronger," you smile, taking another sip while searching the stage for Joe; he knew where you were -- on the far back wall at the makeshift bar -- so you knew he'd eventually make his way to you.

You continue to sip your drink as your best friend chatters in your ear. "This is kind of a weird place to have an after-party," she states. "What's it called again?"

"Pauley Pavilion," you answer. "It's really close to where they guys are staying."

"Cool," she says, swaying in her seat to the fairly subdued DJ set that's just started up. "Are they gonna have another live set?" she asks, "or just this DJ stuff?"

"I'm not sure. I guess we'll find out in a bit." You pat her leg and give her a smile. "I'm glad you're here with me, Gina."

"Me too," she grins, looking around at the other folks posted up at the bar. "Doesn't seem like very many WAGS came."

"They're mostly up front by the stage."

"Oh, that makes sense."

You take another sip of your cocktail before letting your mind wander a bit.

You didn't want to come to the after-party, but you knew you needed to support Joe who really didn't want to come. When he'd locked eyes with you in the tunnel at SoFi, your stomach dropped at the look on his face. You were devastated for him, but you were also really glad he seemed to be in one piece, even though he was slightly favoring his 'good' knee. You'd waited for him to greet his parents before stepping forward to hug him. "I love you," you'd murmured against his sweaty neck, feeling his arms tighten around you as he returned the sentiment. His eyes were glassy as he stepped back and captured your gaze. "You're still coming to the after-party, right?" he'd asked, grimacing for a second while shifting his weight onto his hurt knee before quickly shifting it back. You'd dodged the question. "How's your knee?" He'd shrugged. "Prob just sprained. I'll get an MRI when we get back home."

You smile to yourself when you remember him leaning down until his nose was almost touching yours.

"Babe, I need you to focus. Are you coming to the after-party?" You'd grinned at his bossy tone. "Yes, sir. Your parents aren't coming, but Gina is coming with me. I need to stop by the airbnb first to shower and change clothes. I'm sweaty and gross." He'd given you a quick kiss. "You're never gross," he'd whispered, waving to a team employee who was trying to get his attention. "Gotta go," he'd said, slowly backing away from you. "Text me when you get to the party."

You sigh as a loud burst of laughter pulls you back to the present. A few seconds later, you almost jump off of your barstool when you feel a big hand squeeze your shoulder then slide under your long hair to rest on your neck. "What the hell?" you snap, throwing a nasty look at the offender before realizing it's Joe. "Oh shit, Joe, you scared the hell out of me," you laugh, pressing a hand over your racing heart. "I thought you were some strange perv." He grins at the look on your face. "Nope, just a familiar perv," he teases, giving you a wink. "Good game, Joe," Gina chirps, smiling when Joe makes a stank face. "I thought y'all should've won." Joe heaves a sigh and shrugs his shoulders. "It is what it is," he mumbles, giving Gina a smile to soften his abrupt words.

You squirm in your seat as Joe shifts his gaze back to you, giving you a slow up-and-down look while licking his lips. "I like your outfit," he says, reaching a hand out to finger the slinky fabric of your mini skirt. "Thanks," you whisper, glad you'd opted for the flirty circle skirt paired with a white v-neck tee, cognac leather knee boots and a matching lightweight leather jacket.

Joe leans in close. "I've got something to show you."

"Okay," you grin, giving him an expectant look.

He shakes his head. "Not here. It's behind the stage."

"Oh," you mutter, your eyes going wide at the wicked look on his face. "I can't leave Gina by herself," you say weakly.

He gives you a soothing smile before looking at Gina. "I'll bring her back in like 30 minutes, okay? Just stay here and don't move."

"No prob," Gina says, taking a loud slurp of her cocktail while giving you a knowing smirk. "Take your time."

"C'mon," Joe orders, grabbing your hand and pulling you through the throng of people, keeping his head down so he won't be recognized. You follow close behind, breathing a sigh of relief when you eventually find yourself in a mostly-empty hallway just behind the stage. "Where are we?" you whisper, eyes going wide as Joe opens a door and ushers you into a pitch-black room. "It's a storage room," he answers, flipping the light switch before locking the door. He turns to face you, the bare lightbulb hanging from the ceiling providing just enough light to see his heated look. He strips his jacket off as you take a quick glance at your surroundings -- mostly boxes stacked up against the walls. You toss your purse on top of a large box quickly followed by your jacket, licking your lips in anticipation as Joe closes the distance between you.

"How did you find this place?" you giggle.

"I asked one of the security guys if there was a private room I could use."

"Wait," you whisper. "What if he hid a camera in here?" Joe stops in his tracks and looks around the room before looking back at you. "Shit, can't risk that," he mutters, his voice husky with desire tinged with disappointment.

Damn, you think to yourself, trying hard to keep your own disappointment from showing. Joe takes in the look on your face and quickly makes a decision. "We don't need light," he states, placing his big hands on your waist and lifting you up and to the side before setting you down in front of a stack of boxes. He takes a few steps back and tilts his head. "Back up a little," he directs, giving a thumbs up when you take a couple steps back, your ample ass hitting about halfway up the top box. "Perfect," he murmurs, turning on his heel and striding toward the door, locking eyes with you as he reaches for the light switch. "You done manhandling me?" you laugh. "Just getting started," he growls, something primal flashing in his eyes before he flicks the switch, plunging the room into complete darkness.

You blink your eyes a few times, trying and failing to make out his shape in the pitch-black room. "Uhhhh, Joe? Where are you?"

"Right here," he answers, not more than a foot away from you. You reach both hands out and encounter his muscular chest, flattening your palms against him as he slowly closes the distance between you, backing you up against the stack of sturdy boxes. You feel the heat radiating off of him and smell his scent -- clean with a hint of spice. "It's so dark," you whisper, your pulse rate kicking into overdrive when you feel him drop a kiss on your neck. "Totally dark," he purrs, latching his lips onto your sensitive skin and sucking hard enough to leave a mark. You whimper at the delicious sensation, suddenly aware of how loud you sound in the semi-silence.

"Are they gonna play more live music or just this half-ass DJ stuff?" you whisper, jumping as the next live set starts up. You feel Joe's gruff laugh against your neck. "Now we can be as loud as we want," he murmurs, sucking hard on the delicate flesh just behind your ear.

You close your eyes as he continues to tease you. You can feel the heavy bass from the speakers vibrating up through your legs, syncing up with the throbbing pulse beating in your chest … your neck … between your thighs. You slide your hands from his chest down to his waist and pull him closer, biting your lip as he cuffs his long fingers around your wrists, squeezing hard enough to make you gasp before slowly running his hands up your bare arms. "You have chill bumps," he whispers. "Are you cold?"

"No, I'm burning hot," you moan, a little embarrassed at how needy you sound. There's a pause in the music. You hold your breath and count 2 - 3 - 4 before you viscerally feel the beat drop; a moment later Joe's lips crash down on yours, zero finesse just pure need. You grab his shoulders and hold on as he devours your mouth, his tongue thrusting and tangling with yours to the sultry, thumping beat.

After a minute, you taste the metallic tang of blood just before Joe breaks the kiss. "That's my blood," he breathes. "Sorry. Forgot my lip got busted during the game."

"Does it hurt?" you whisper.

"No. But you're probably grossed out by . . ."

Before he finishes his sentence, you cup a hand behind his neck and pull him back down, sliding your tongue in his mouth as his throaty groan vibrates against your lips. You reach your other hand down to his crotch, sliding your thumb up and down his prominent erection through his jeans several times before flicking the button open and lowering the zipper. You grab his waistband and give a tug, groaning in frustration when he places his big hands over your much smaller ones, stopping the downward progress of his jeans. "I need you in my mouth," you whine, going completely still when you feel his lips nestled against your ear. "Ladies first," he purrs, nipping your earlobe while sliding a hand under your skirt to cup your lace-covered crotch. You feel liquid heat flood your core as he grinds the heel of his hand against your clit. "So wet for me, baby," he groans. "I need to taste you." He gives your earlobe another nip before dropping to his knees at your feet.

You reach down and place your hands on his shoulders, trying to steady yourself in the sea of darkness. I feel like I'm floating, you think to yourself, squeezing your eyes closed when you feel his hands slide under your skirt, long fingers grasping your thong before slowly pulling it down. You grab a handful of your skirt and pull it up, tucking it into your waistband to give him easier access. You steady your hands on his shoulders again, breathless with anticipation for what's to come.

"Shit," Joe grumbles, making your eyes fly open. "What is it?" you ask, looking down as if you can actually see what's going on. "Panties are stuck on your boot zipper," he gripes, trying to delicately untangle the thong for several seconds before giving up. "Fuck it," he growls, ripping the scrap of lace in half and tossing it to the side. "Spread your legs for me," he orders, purring in approval when you widen your stance. You feel his hot breath on your crotch and you bite your bottom lip, bracing yourself for the feel of his mouth on your bare skin.

A second passes … and then another. You feel like you're on a roller coaster, inching up the last few feet of track before plunging over a steep drop; your body is already anticipating the fall, craving that out-of-control feeling but held back by his hesitation. You look down into the inky blackness, the sound of your hammering pulse beating in your eardrums louder than the music pulsating through the wall behind you.

You gasp his name when you finally feel him press a kiss against your clit, your core clenching hard as he follows the kiss with a delicate puff of breath. "Please?" you beg, digging your fingers into his shoulders as he licks a long swipe up your slit before plunging inside, no more teasing, just tongue-fucking you with deep, steady strokes.

He eventually drags his tongue up to your clit, teasing you with delicate licks followed by harder sucks until you're begging for release. "Don't stop!" you whine, biting your bottom lip when he slides two fingers into your slick heat, curling them to bullseye your sweet spot. You make a noise that's half-moan half-scream as your climax hits, hissing in pleasure as he continues to tease you. "My legs are gonna collapse," you whimper. "I've got you," he soothes, his hands gripping your waist to hold you up as you gasp for air.

After taking a minute to catch your breath, you slide your hands on top of his and remove them from your waist. "My turn," you whisper, dropping to your knees, hitting the floor a lot harder than you meant to. Gonna have bruises, you think to yourself, reaching forward as you hear Joe stand up and push his jeans and underwear down. His cock feels hot and heavy in your hands as you circle your thumb over the velvety head, sliding the precum in concentric circles before replacing your thumb with your tongue. You tease him with delicate licks and sucks before running your tongue up and down the length of his shaft, peeking up at him through your long lashes before you remember he can't see you. You usually maintain eye contact when sucking him, knowing it drives him crazy; but here in the absolute darkness you're able to focus on the feel and the smell and the taste of him.

You close your eyes and open your mouth, taking him about halfway in before stopping, teasing him a bit before taking him deep. You both groan when his tip brushes the back of your throat, and you push forward, knowing you're gonna gag but needing to take him deeper. You feel your eyes start to water as Joe places a big hand on the back of your head, his deep voice murmuring filthy praise as you worship his thick cock. Your core contracts at the slightly musky smell of him, causing you to moan. You hear Joe hiss at the added sensation, his hand fisting in your hair as you moan again, tracing the prominent vein on the underside of his cock with your tongue. "That's so good, baby," he grits out, "but I wanna cum in your tight little cunt."

You pull off of his cock just as he reaches down and hooks both hands under your armpits; he easily lifts you up, purring his approval as you wrap your legs around his waist, his cock already buried deep inside you before he sets your ass on the storage box behind you. You grab onto his shoulders and hold on for the ride as he immediately starts thrusting; you throw your head back, hitting it against the wall. Ouch! you think briefly before losing yourself to the sensation of Joe's thick cock pounding into you.

There's a brief break between songs, and you're captivated by the luscious sound of your flesh slapping together before the next song starts. Joe immediately gets into the rhythm of the new song, rolling his hips forward to the beat in a way that causes your eyes to roll back in your head. Shock waves of pleasure shoot up your spine with each hard thrust and you feel the delicious tension building deep inside you.

He leans down and presses kisses on your chin and your cheek before finally hitting your lips. He catches your whimpers and moans in his mouth before sliding his tongue inside, groaning when you give it a hard suck. "So hot tasting my pussy on your tongue," you moan against his slick lips, sucking his tongue back in your mouth then gasping when his next thrust bottoms out. "Jesus," he hisses, sliding a hand between your bodies to rub your clit as his hips snap forward. "I'm close," he grits out, his breath catching in his throat as your climax hits; he gives two more hard thrusts then follows you over the edge.

You suck air into your lungs as fast as possible, more than a little lightheaded in the aftermath of your mind-blowing orgasm. You hear Joe gasping for breath and smile into the darkness. At least he's just as wrung out as me, you think to yourself.

"You okay?" he finally wheezes, his breath warm on your neck.

"Yeah, aside from the bruised knees and cracked skull."

"Cracked skull?" he asks, running his hand over the back of your head.

"I'm exaggerating," you chuckle, moaning as he massages your scalp with his nimble fingers. "I bumped my head on the wall."

"Did you hit it hard? Why didn't you say something?" he asks, the concern in his voice making you smile.

"Because I was getting railed by this tall, hot stud with a perfect cock and I didn't want that to stop."

"Fair enough," he chuckles.

"How's your knee?" you ask.

"Just fine," he mutters, pulling up his underwear and jeans. "Sorry I was a little rough."

"You were amazing," you sigh, clinging onto him as he lifts you off the box and sets you on your feet. "Damn, my legs are shaky," you laugh as you sway against him; he holds you for a minute, giving your legs time to get decently steady.

"You good?" he finally whispers, dropping a kiss on your forehead.

"Yeah."

"Stay right here," he says. "I'm gonna go turn on the light.

"Okay." You untuck your skirt and let it fall back down your thighs. "Who knew having sex in a pitch-black room on a stack of boxes while almost fully dressed could be such a sensual experience?" you muse, locking eyes with Joe when he flicks the light back on. He smiles and gives you a wink. "Everything with you is a sensual experience."

"Thanks, babe," you say before pointing at the floor. "Are those my shredded panties?" He makes a sheepish face while scooping up the scraps of lace. "I got a little carried away," he mutters, eyes going wide as he looks at the ruined tiger-striped thong. "Oh no! These are my favs," he whines, looking at you with a pouty face. "Relax, I have another pair at home just like them," you soothe. "Plus, I can always order more." He nods his head as he grabs his jacket and stuffs the thong remnants in a pocket. "Order like 50 of 'em," he demands.

"Yes, sir," you laugh, digging in your purse for your pack of wet wipes and a fresh pair of panties. You quickly reach under your skirt to give your crotch a wipe before gingerly stepping into the panties. You hear Joe chuckle and you shoot him a glance, noting that he's staring at the ceiling with a wistful smile on his face. "What are you thinking about?" you ask, pulling a compact out to touch up your smeared eye make-up.

He rolls his shoulders a few times before meeting your gaze. "I'm thinking … the bad news is I lost the Super Bowl. But the good news is I made an amazing memory that'll last a lifetime."

"Being onstage with Kid Cudi?" you ask.

"What?" he furrows his brow. "Oh yeah, that too, but I was talking about this," he says, waving a hand toward you. "Sex in total darkness was crazy intense," he continues, a dirty smile gracing his pretty lips. "Maybe we should get some blackout curtains for our bedroom so we can recreate it every now and then."

"Sounds good," you agree, tossing the used wipes in a trash can and returning his smile as you walk toward him. "I also think you'd look really hot in a blindfold," you tease, giggling when his eyebrows shoot upward. "Ohhhh yeah, that sounds good," he mutters, his active imagination already conjuring up dirty visuals.

"Now that I think about it," you continue, "why haven't I had you in a blindfold in all the years we've been together?"

He gives you a cocky smirk. "Cause I'm a bossy motherfucker who likes to call the shots in bed?"

You roll your eyes. "Oh yeah, that's why." You watch him for a few seconds, grinning at the blissed-out look on his face as he stares into the distance. "I'm ready to go," you say, breaking into his fevered musings.

"Hold on," he sighs, closing his eyes. "I'm still imagining that blindfold action."

You shake your head at him. "We just had sex and you're already thinking about it again?"

"Obvs," he chuckles. "It's your fault for being so damn hot." He grabs the doorknob then pauses. "Listen, I wanna say something," he states, turning to face you.

"Okay."

"You see this smile on my face?"

"Yeah."

"You did that. On the shittiest day of my life, you made me smile." He leans down and presses a lingering kiss against your lips. "You make everything better," he continues, his voice cracking a bit as he pulls you into a tight hug. You feel your eyes well with tears as you return his hug. "I love you," you whisper, blinking hard to keep the tears from falling. "Love you, too," he sighs, burying his face in your neck while you run your fingers through his hair to soothe him.

After several minutes he takes a deep breath, inhaling your scent before standing up and locking eyes with you. You wipe a stray tear as it slides down your cheek, searching his face to gauge his mood. He wipes a tear off his cheek and gives a pitiful sniff before speaking.

"So you gonna do the blindfold thing for me tonight?" he croaks, deftly jumping back as you swing your purse at him, just missing. "Boy, you're giving me emotional whiplash!" you snap. "Crying one minute and horny the next!"

"I've been horny the whole time!" he argues. "The gratitude and the love and the tears just bubbled up on top of the horniness!"

He delivers that last line with such an earnest expression that you can't help but laugh. You take several deep breaths before speaking. "Listen," you sigh, running a hand through your hair. "When you finally get home tonight -- probably around 7:30 or 8:00 -- you're gonna be dead tired. You're gonna want to eat dinner and crash not get your freak on."

"But it's Valentine's Day," he pouts, poking his plump bottom lip out for maximum sympathy. You check your watch. "It's well past midnight, so it's been Valentine's Day for a while." You gesture at the stack of boxes y'all had used and abused. "That dirty little romp should count as our V-Day action." He's already shaking his head before you finish your sentence. "Absolutely not!" he argues. "That was post-Super-Bowl-loss sex. No way that counts for V-Day."

"We'll see," you mutter, kind of surprised at how adamant he's being. "Right now I need to know what you want for dinner? I'll get home a couple hours before you, so I'll have plenty of time to make us a nice meal."

He gives you a cheeky look. "I want the blindfold."

"Babe, I need you to focus," you snap, echoing his words from earlier. You point a finger in his face. "When you get home tonight what do you want to eat?" He gives you a wicked grin and opens his mouth to answer; you quickly press a finger against his lips. "Don't say pussy," you order, smiling when he heaves a dramatic sigh. "Way to kick a man when he's down," he grumbles. "Oh hush," you chuckle. "I just want to make sure you get a good meal and get tucked into bed, with or without a blindfold."

"With," he insists, grinning at the exasperated look on your face. "Listen, I know I'm gonna be tired, so you'll have to do most of the work. Are you okay with that?" he asks, giving you a pleading look that you can't say no to.

"Do I get to call all the shots?" you ask.

"You can call most of the shots," he states, sinful lips curling up in a smile as you narrow your eyes at him. He gives you a dirty wink before continuing. "I mean, I've got a few ideas."

"Oh, you've got a few ideas?" you snark, rolling your eyes as you reach for the door handle. "Why does that not surprise me?"

He shrugs and gives you an innocent look.

"Bossy. Mother. Fucker." you say fondly, shaking your head as you sling the door open, giggling when Joe gives your ass a playful smack.

"You know you love it," he teases, his deep, throaty laugh like music to your ears as y'all walk back toward the crowd.

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Who's the Boss?

Pairing: Joe Burrow x Reader

Warnings: 18+ / Smut

Description: This is a short, porny nugget inspired by media day.

Time/Place: 6/12/23 - Cincinnati, Ohio

Edit: Added a link to the pic that inspired this - So Damn Hot

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You take a deep breath and throw a side-eye at your phone when it chimes with yet another text about your "hot ass" man.

Your cousin and your best friend are getting a kick out of Bengals media day, and they're blowing your phone up sharing lewd comments from fangirls and guys about Joe's new pics and vids.

You laugh it off for a bit before getting annoyed at a particularly raunchy comment. You don't blame folks for thirsting after your man -- his media day pic was hot as hell -- but you're not in the mood to read the OTT nastiness. Plus, you know there's plenty of comments saying you're not good enough for Joe, that he can do so much better. You roll your shoulders to ease some tension. "At least my friends have the good sense not to send me those," you mutter.

You eventually turn your phone off and start dinner prep, chewing hard on your lip when you hear the garage door open. A minute later Joe strides into the kitchen looking like walking sex, his tousled curls tumbling over his headband and his big smile almost painful for you to look at.

"Hey, babe," he says, walking up behind you to kiss your neck as you dice tomatoes for a salad. "Hey," you mumble, flinching slightly when his lips touch your neck. "What is it?" he asks, reading your body language effortlessly. "Nothing," you lie, shrugging him off before snatching a dish out of the oven. "Dinner's almost ready," you whisper, avoiding eye contact. "Sit down."

He watches you closely for several heartbeats before doing your bidding. You serve dinner, picking at your portion while Joe scarfs his down, talking about offensive schemes and how he dominated in ping-pong, never one time mentioning media day.

When he finally scrapes the last morsel of food off of his plate you hop up and grab it, hurrying to the sink to rinse your plates and shove them in the dishwasher. "Let me help," he protests, his brow furrowing when you wave him off. "I got this," you state. He watches you for several seconds before responding. "What's wrong?" he asks, stepping forward to place his hand on the small of your back; you react like you've been tasered, flinching away from his touch. "Leave me alone, please," you mumble, quickly closing the dishwasher before heading for the stairs.

Twenty minutes later you're immersed in a tub full of bubbles, simultaneously feeling sorry for yourself and feeling stupid for overreacting. You close your eyes and try to relax, your entire body going stiff when Joe knocks on the door. "Go away," you mutter, sinking farther into the bubbles when Joe walks into the room.

"Okay, listen," he sighs, walking toward you and dropping down on his knees alongside the tub. "I checked the calendar and it's not your period, so what is it?" he asks, his brow furrowed and his pretty eyes filled with apprehension.

"Are you saying I act like an emo asshole when I'm on my period?"

"No, of course not. I'm just trying to figure out what's wrong."

You shake your head. "It's stupid," you mumble.

"Tell me."

You shake your head again.

"Tell me, please," he begs, his earnest expression making you weak.

"Media day," you croak, making a face before squeezing your eyes shut.

"Oh."

"Yeah," you grumble, opening your eyes and hitting him with a direct glare. "90 percent of the viewing public wants to fuck you, and they like to describe it in lurid detail."

He swallows hard and scoots closer to the tub, looming over you. "You know I don't care about shit like that. You're the only one I want."

You roll your eyes and sink father into the bubbles, gasping when he reaches into the tub and easily scoops you out.

"Don't roll your eyes at me, woman" he mutters, striding into the bedroom and dropping you in the middle of the king-sized bed, a few bubbles flying as he strips naked before crawling on top of you. "You want this?" he purrs, his icy blue eyes going dark as he settles between your thighs, muscles rippling as he spreads your legs with his broad shoulders.

He holds himself still while waiting for your reply. "Yeah, I want it," you finally admit, fisting a hand in his dirty-blonde curls as he slides his tongue inside you. He tongue-fucks you for several minutes before raising his head to make eye contact; he gives you a feral smile while sucking your essence off of his lips as he slides his agile fingers inside you, slowly pumping them while dropping back down to suck your clit. "Don't stop!" you whimper, pulling his hair as your climax hits.

You're still catching your breath when you feel his erection at your entrance; he leans down and you bite his shoulder as he buries his cock inside you, both of you moaning when he bottoms out. You wrap your legs around his waist as he hits a steady rhythm, his groan vibrating against your lips as you scratch your nails up the muscular expanse of his back. He nips your bottom lip before locking eyes with you. "You're not allowed to read those damn comments anymore. Got it?"

"Not allowed?" you snort, biting your lip when he buries his cock to the hilt, grinding his hips in a way that causes your core to contract. "Not. Fucking. Allowed." he grits out, narrowing his eyes when you laugh. "I'll do what I damn. well. please." you state, a squeal escaping your lips when he abruptly pulls out and flips you onto your stomach, one big hand connecting with your ass hard enough to make you gasp. "The correct response is yes, sir," he purrs, caressing your stinging buttcheek before continuing. "Let me hear you say it."

"Yes, sir, I'll do what I damn. well. please." you sass, hissing as he smacks your ass in the exact same spot before pulling you up onto your knees. You arch your back and wiggle your hips, moaning when you feel him drag the tip of his cock through your slick folds. "Fuck me hard," you whisper, fisting your hands in the sheets in anticipation. "Not until you say what I wanna hear," he teases, dipping the plump head of his cock just inside before pulling out. "Fine, I'll do it myself," you grumble, reaching down to slide two fingers into your wet heat.

There's silence for several heartbeats as he watches you finger yourself. "You gonna be stubborn, huh?" he finally asks, his voice thick with arousal as you pick up the pace, grinding your hips and moaning against the mattress. "Fuck," he mutters, leaning down to lick your fingers as they slide in and out. "You gonna say what I wanna hear?" he asks, pulling your fingers out and replacing them with his tongue. "No, sir" you whisper, holding your breath when he removes his tongue from your aching core. You're desperate to feel him deep inside you, but there's no way you're gonna give in and he knows it.

"Stubborn as hell," he growls, smacking your ass and burying his cock to the hilt, both of you groaning when your core contracts hard at the sudden intrusion. He waits two heartbeats before starting to thrust, impaling you on his thick cock over and over as you writhe beneath him, a steady stream of whimpers and moans spilling from your lips. "You better be glad I'm weak as fuck when it comes to your tight little cunt," he grits out between thrusts, his deep voice and soft grunts sending a sizzle of heat down your spine.

You let out a whine when he reaches a hand around to play with your swollen clit. "Feel good?" he asks, pounding into you with a force that takes your breath away. Your only response is a primal groan as he expertly handles you, his limber fingers and thick cock working together to push your body to the limit, the pressure quickly building in your core as you dig your fingers into the mattress. "Don't … stop," you manage to whisper, screaming into the mattress as your climax hits; he follows you over the edge several heartbeats later, hissing in pleasure as your spasming core milks him dry.

You eventually collapse in a sweaty, heaving pile, both of you gasping for breath as Joe rolls off of you. Several minutes later -- after your heart rate and breathing have somewhat returned to normal -- Joe eases off the bed and heads to the bathroom, emerging with a warm, damp cloth to clean you up. You roll onto your back, smiling at Joe when he crawls back into bed, pushing up onto an arm to look down at you. "You were never giving in, right?" he asks.

"Never," you agree.

"You like a little power play, don't you?" he teases. "Like to show me who's boss?"

"Yeah, I like it," you smirk. "And from the sounds you were making during that climax," you give him a dirty wink. "You like it too."

"Guilty," he laughs, leaning down to kiss you before rolling onto his back, both of you watching the ceiling fan spin lazily overhead for a few minutes before he speaks up. "I'm gonna take a nap."

"Me too," you sigh, yawning as he reaches down and grabs the sheet, pulling it over both of you. "Babe?" you whisper.

"Hmmm?"

"I can't wait until media day next year," you confess.

"Me neither," he growls, throwing a big arm around you to pull you against his chest, the sound of your shared laughter echoing off the walls for a bit before you quiet down, your breathing synching up as y'all drift off to sleep.

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