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Surprise | Joe Burrow
summary — Moving house is not always stress-free. But despite the last few hard weeks, Joe makes sure to put a smile on your face with a surprise
pairing — joe burrow x reader
words — 1952
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The last few weeks and months had been associated with a lot of stress and headaches.
Anyone who loved moving and said that it wasn't so bad and stressful was completely wrong.
For Joe and you, there had been nothing worse in the last few weeks and months than setting up your new home and packing moving boxes.
The countless hours spent in various furniture stores had been a lot of fun for you, but when it came to painting various walls and putting together all the countless pieces of furniture, there was the occasional argument between you out of sheer desperation.
However, you were able to resolve the small arguments about how you should place the furniture in the respective rooms fairly quickly, so that every small argument was resolved within a few minutes.
"This is finally the last one." Joe puts the last box down in the hallway before running his fingers through his completely disheveled hair.
"We've finally done it," you murmur with relief and hand Joe a bottle of water before sitting down on the step and catching your breath.
In the last two hours, you've moved countless boxes from your old home to your new home and dragged them inside, so you're more than sure you'll be feeling sore muscles for the next few days.
"Finally," Joe agrees as he sits down next to you on the step and you rest your head on his shoulder.
"And who's going to unpack all our stuff now?" you mumble tiredly as you look at the piles of boxes blocking the passage to the open-plan living and dining room.
"That's the question..." Joe takes a big gulp from his water bottle before running his fingers through his hair again and letting out a loud sigh.
The move is already pretty exhausting as it is, but then there's the hot weather, which has doubled the strain on your strength.
"How about we take a little break first? We rest and eat a little and then we'll take care of all the boxes?" Joe suggests after a few minutes of silence, which almost caused you to doze off any second.
"Sounds like a great plan. If I knew where my bikini was, I'd jump into the cold water first and inaugurate our new pool."
A highlight for you is definitely the large pool in the garden, where you can swim a few lengths undisturbed or simply float in the water with an inflatable swimming animal.
"Fortunately, I've made sure that we can easily get to our swimming gear.
With a proud smile on his lips, Joe lifts a bag in front of your nose, from which he pulls out your bikini and you jump for joy, shrieking softly around your boyfriend's neck.
"You don't know how much I love you."
You give Joe a kiss on the cheek and then pick up your bikini.
Joe gives you a soft laugh in response.
"Let's see who's in the pool first." He more or less challenges you and before you can answer, Joe has already disappeared into the bathroom to get changed.
"That's not fair! You started way too early!" you shout after him with a laugh and slowly get up from the stairs.
You can already feel the muscles in your arms and thighs starting to ache slightly and you probably won't be able to move without pain tomorrow.
But you don't really care about that right now, because the only thing that matters right now is the pool of your new garden, so you quickly change into your everyday clothes and then throw on your favorite bikini before grabbing your towel and running into the garden.
Your old garden was quite small and had hardly any space to do anything big in it, which wasn't the case at all in the new garden.
The new garden is almost three times the size of the old garden and offers so much space for countless possibilities that the huge green space is almost crying out to be filled with beautiful things.
Once the house is ready, Joe and you will get to work on the garden, for which your Pinterest board was already almost overflowing with countless different possibilities just waiting to be realized.
"Do you want to keep staring at the garden or finally join me in the pool?" Joe's voice pulls you back to the here and now.
Your boyfriend is already in the water, floating on his back through the water, looking so relaxed and rested that a smile spreads across your lips.
"The water's even nice and cold" he adds as he slowly stands up and swims over to the edge of the pool.
"Just what I need, then."
A smile forms on your lips as you walk across the warm lawn to the pool and then sit down at the edge and let your legs slide into the cold water.
A soft sigh leaves your lips as you begin to feel the cold water on your skin. Joe is right, despite the heat today, the water is incredibly pleasant, so you slide into the cool water without hesitation and then stand opposite Joe.
"I was telling the truth," he smiles, trying to tell you that he's not always pulling your leg like you accused him of a few days ago.
Because every now and then Joe loved to pull your leg, more or less.
Just yesterday he tried to convince you to watch a movie that wasn't even supposed to be scary. But in the end, you were so creeped out that you had to bury your face in Joe's shirt for the rest of the movie.
"This time, but who knows when you won't. I think you like to tease me, Burrow, and that's not fair."
You splash a little water on his face, which only makes the person opposite you start to laugh quietly.
"Lie. I would never do this. How could I?" he replies with a laugh and a hint of sarcasm in his voice.
"You're such a liar," you pout lightly as you swim towards him and then cling to him, trying to somehow push him under the water, which turns out not to be too easy.
Joe is standing so firmly that you barely manage to move him even an inch.
A resounding laugh rings out above you, which only makes you pout even more.
"That's not fair."
"Oh, y/n. You really are incredibly cute." amused, Joe presses a gentle kiss to your forehead as he wraps his arms tightly around you and starts to swim off with you.
"I'll probably have to eat the whole pizza by myself today so that I can push you under the water tomorrow," you reply with a shrug and a big grin on your lips, to which Joe just rolls his eyes.
"How much time do we have until the pizza arrives?"
After you had put on your bikini, you ordered pizza for both of you via a delivery service so that you didn't have to cook anything or drive out to get something to eat.
"About another thirty minutes."
"That's enough." In one swift movement, Joe lifts you out of the pool and climbs out after you.
"Hey, we haven't been in the pool long," you pout again as Joe puts the towel around your shoulders and you snuggle up in it.
"We still have enough time for this in the coming weeks, months and years."
You watch Joe as he also puts a towel around his shoulders before holding out his hand to you with the words "Follow me, I have a suprise for you"
"A surprise? I love surprises!" you exclaim in anticipation as you take Joe's hand in yours and another soft laugh comes from Joe's direction.
"I know that. That's why I love giving you surprises." Joe squeezes your hand gently before walking with you across the lawn to the small hut at the end of the garden.
In fact, it wasn't exactly rare for Joe to give you a surprise.
He often brought you flowers, your favorite sweets or ice cream after training or after a game.
He also often took you out to dinner or on other romantic dates.
Joe's romantic side was one of the many reasons you fell in love with the Bengals quarterback.
"Do you want to show me all the big, nasty spiders in the cabin?" you ask with a slightly contorted face as you start to think back to the day of the tour.
Because on the day you first visited your dream house and were blown away by it, the hut more or less disgusted you.
Because the huge mess, which was accompanied by countless spiders and cobwebs in the hut, had already given you a big stomach ache during the viewing, so that you were already dreading having to clear this hut of all the spiders and cobwebs one day and then clean it out.
"No, don't worry," Joe assures you as you stop in front of the hut, which now has a new coat of white paint and no longer shows the hideous peeling paint, and Joe takes out the keys.
Outside the windows of the hut you can see white curtains that hadn't been there before.
Before you can even ask Joe why the cabin has curtains, Joe opens the door and gently pushes you inside and what you see inside leaves you open-mouthed.
The walls are lined with countless white bookshelves that reach up to the ceiling. There is a ladder on the shelves, which ensures that you can easily reach the top shelves.
All your books have found their place on the shelves and despite all this, there are still countless free compartments for more new books.
There is also a cozy armchair for reading, a matching stool, lots of fairy lights and lamps, as well as a rug that makes the room even cozier.
"Wow..." you stammer, overwhelmed, as you slowly turn in a circle, trying to take in every corner of the room.
Joe stands in the doorway and watches you with a broad smile as tears slowly well up in your eyes and you look over at him, moved.
"Surprise," he whispers as you cross the room in three long strides and fall into your boyfriend's arms as sobs escape you.
"Thank you, darling," you whisper, sobbing into his chest as he wraps his arms around you and hugs you gently.
"I thought this hut was perfect for your reading room. Here you can read undisturbed and run your book blog and all your other book channels."
"It really is. You don't know how much this means to me, thanks Joe." You slowly lift your gaze and look into your boyfriend's shining eyes.
"I was happy to do that, y/n. It's incredibly important to me that you have your own four walls where you can pursue your passion and since our house isn't really finished yet, it was important to me that this room is finished first and that you have it so that you can retreat and immerse yourself in the world of books."
Joe's words cause countless tears to start rolling down your cheeks.
You can't put into words how touched you are by his words and his surprise, so you whisper a quiet "Thank you" and then press your lips to Joe's.
And you realize once again how much you love Joe. And how grateful you are that he is by your side and that you are the one who gets to wake up by his side every day.
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Joey B Blurbs: With A Little Help From My Friends
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Summary: You and a few other WAGs do a prank on your boys by buying them all matching shirts for a get-together without them knowing.
Warnings: Fluff, unserious/funny, pranks
Pairing: Joe Burrow x reader
Imagine Universe: Into The Mystic
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January 20, 2024 - *36 weeks pregnant*
“Joe, I have your outfit laid out on the island in the closet.” - you
Joe’s head snapped away from the TV and over in my direction. I'd just walked into the kitchen from getting ready upstairs. Joe sat on the couch watching The Office reruns, all cuddled up with Tyson and Miles - looking adorable.
“What? I can pick my outfit out.” - Joe
“I know, but I ordered you a new shirt that I'd like you to wear.” - you
“Oh, okay. What is it?” - Joe
“A flannel.” - you
“Mmm, okay.” - Joe
A few moments later, I sat down on the couch with my boys, but Joe left just a minute later to get ready himself.
Robin and Jimmy were coming in a bit to watch the twins while Joe and I went over to Sam’s for a get-together with some of his teammates.
The guys had no idea, though, that the WAG’s group chat had been super active the past week leading up to tonight.
A prank was to ensue, and it was that we'd all secretly ordered the same shirt for our men. We'd all show up one by one, and the guy’s reactions to matching would be hilarious.
Plus, Joe would look hot as hell in a flannel.
Half an Office episode later, Joe came bounding down the stairs. The greyish flannel looked amazing on him, giving off major dad vibes, paired with regular-fitting blue jeans that had been sitting untouched in the closet since I'd ordered them.
I let out a teasing whistle, Joe blushing at the cat-call.
“You like?” - Joe
“Yes. You look amazing, Joey. Do a little spin for me?” - you
Joe happily obliged before searching for approval in my facial expression.
“Love it. I need to start sneaking more of this style into your side of the closet.” - you
“Is that style ‘I have two kids and another on the way’?” - Joe
“Bingo. I told you, you're a DILF.” - you
“You love to remind me of that.” - Joe
“Because it's true.” - you grinned
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There was a ring of the doorbell, and I went to stand up from the couch, but Joe ushered me to sit back down.
“Hey Mom, hey Dad. Thanks for watching the boys.” - Joe
“Oh, of course!” - Robin
Robin and Jimmy had barely made it into the house before they were ambushed by Tyson and Miles.
They happily hugged their grandbabies, and Jimmy picked up Miles in his arms.
“Where's your wife, Joseph Lee?” - Robin
“On the couch, she went to open the door, but I waved her off.” - Joe
Robin gave her son a proud nod, grateful that he was treating his pregnant wife as he should.
The five of them eventually walked back into the living room, and Joe plopped back onto the couch next to me, putting his arm around me on the back of the couch.
“You look great, y/n!” - Robin
“Aww, thank you. I'm feeling great as well. Baby girl is treating my bladder a lot better than the twins did.” - you laughed
“That's good! I love your dress, makes your bump pop.” - Robin grinned
“Joe actually picked it out.” - you
I put a hand on Joe’s chest and smiled up at him, a glint in his eye when he returned the soft grin.
“Wow, I would’ve never expected that.” - Robin
Laughing, I understood where she was coming from. My dress was a solid black, nothing like anything in Joe’s side of the closet.
“I picked his outfit out, though.” - you smiled
“That was my next question! That style looks good on you, Joey. You look very adult.” - Robin
“Thank you? I think.” - Joe
“It was meant to be a compliment. I think so, at least…” - Jimmy
A few seconds of laughter went by before Joe patted my thigh and spoke up.
“Ready to go, babe?” - Joe
“Sure!” - you
Joe stood up before turning around to me and putting a hand out to help me up.
Once I was on my feet, Joe let go of one of my hands but still held the other.
“We’ll be back later!” - Joe
He led me over to the garage door of the house and grabbed his keys to the Porsche off of the hook.
Sweetly, Joe walked me over to the passenger side of the car and opened my door for me, along with helping me sit down before shutting the door back.
“Whatcha wanna listen to?” - Joe
Joe always joked about my passenger princess ways, but here he was, offering me to pick the music before I even asked.
In the end, I pulled up my Spotify playlist “’60s-’70s Love Songs” and shuffled it.
Looking over at Joe as he backed out of the driveway, I giggled as he playfully rolled his eyes with a smile on his face at my music selection.
For dramatic effect, I grabbed onto Joe’s shoulder and sang Be My Baby by The Ronettes into my hand like I was holding a microphone.
“You're crazy.” - Joe laughed
“But you love me.” - you
“That I do, my baby.” - Joe
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I had my arm looped with Joe’s as we stood on Sam’s front porch. Joe had just rung the doorbell and now we're waiting for an answer.
Squeezing his bicep lightly, Joe’s eyes darted to me.
“You okay, Mama?” - Joe
“Mhm. Just love you in this shirt.” - you grinned
Just a few seconds later, the front door swung open, revealing Sam.
“Hey, Burrow’s! Woah- what the hell? Joe, are we matching?” - Sam
I giggled to myself as Joe and Sam looked down at their flannels and then at each other.
“That's weird man, but I def wore it better.” - Joe
Sam rolled his eyes before stepping to the side to let Joe and me inside the house.
I immediately greeted Jess, who complimented my pregnancy glow, and while we were deep into conversation, the doorbell rang again.
When Sam opened the door, Jess and I exchanged knowing looks at each other.
On the front porch, Cody Ford and Evan McPherson were laughing about the fact they had matching shirts on while Tianna and Gracie stood to the side laughing.
“What the hell!” - Sam
“You guys have it too?!” - Evan
Joe was full-on cackling, and I couldn't help but mirror my husband.
The girls walked over and sat next to me and Jess, our boys all pointing at each other’s shirts while laughing.
Thirty minutes later, over ten more guys had shown up, all in the same flannel, and Joe and his guys found it hilarious each time.
The girls and I all sat in a corner of the living room, recording and laughing at the reactions coming out of the guys.
They really were adult toddlers, but that's what makes being married to one fun.
After dinner, Joe found me by myself in the kitchen and wrapped his arms around me from behind. At first, I couldn't tell who it was because all the guys here had the same long-sleeved shirt on, and all I could see were the person's arms.
The thought didn't last too long when I saw the wedding ring on the person’s finger that was too unique to be anyone other than Joe.
“Hi, Mama.” - Joe
“Hi, Joey.” - you
“Can I ask you a question?” - Joe
“Of course.” - you
With Joe’s hands on my bump, I covered them with my own and let my head fall back onto his chest/shoulder.
“Who wore the shirt best?” - Joe
“I'm kinda biased, but you, for sure.” - you
“Yeah?” - Joe
“Mhm, I'm gonna start sneaking more flannels into your closet.” - you
“I'll wear ‘em if they get a good reaction out of you.” - Joe
“Oh, you know they will.” - you giggled
I turned around in Joe’s arms and looked into his gorgeous blue eyes, my hands on his chest.
Slowly, Joe leaned in and pressed his lips onto mine.
A minute later, we were still kissing. The craving for each other was never satisfied, but we were interrupted by a loud, fake, gagging sound.
“For the love of god, she's already pregnant! You guys are disgusting!” - Ja’Marr
I leaned my head onto Joe’s chest with a giggle as he glared at one of his best friends.
“Ja’Marr, get the fuck away!” - Joe
Ja’Marr threw his arms up in surrender before walking out of the kitchen. Joe turned back to me with a sly grin on his face.
“Sorry, Mrs. Burrow. Where were we?” - Joe
I’d never get tired of him calling me that.
“Mmm, I think we might've been kissing.” - you
“Let's test that theory.” - Joe
Just as Joe was leaning in, our lips brushed together, but something made him pull back.
“Y'all nasty!” - Ja’Marry whisper yelled
“Ja’Marr!!” - Joe yelled
Sure, they got annoying sometimes, but deep down, Joe knew he wouldn't get by without a little help from his friends. Even if said help was unwanted.
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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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Campus Tour(sequel to Back to School)
Pairings: LSU Joe Burrow x Black! Fem Reader
Warnings:Smut (MINORS DO NOT READ)
Synopsis: Joe shows you around the football facility…and more.
A/N: Sorry for the fic delay! as always let me know what you think and sorry for any mistakes <3
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Even though you were a senior,it still seemed like you hadn’t seen everything on campus. Luckily for you,messing around with Joe gave you more than just good dick,he took you to places around campus you hadn’t seen before,like only areas the football team could access.
“Let’s go in the locker room.” Joe says.
“What? You know damn well Im not supposed to be in there.” You laughed.
“Technically you’re not supposed to be anywhere in here unless you’re a trainer or one of those equipment girls. But you got me with you so you dont have to worry babe.” He reassures you,taking your hand and walking you through the halls of the football facility.
“So this is where my tuition money is going?” You sarcastically scoffed to yourself.Everything was beautiful though,so many awards and pictures of players from previous rosters that were drafted to the pros, hell even the offices were nice.
After walking for what felt like forever you finally reached locker room. Surprisingly,someone left the doors unlocked the last time the team was there,so that left you and Joe with nothing but a empty locker room and endless possibilities.
“Maybe we could get you some recruitment pictures in here,babe.” Joe laughed. You cracked up at the thought of how ridiculous you’d look in an oversized ass helmet and pad’s.
You explored around the locker room a little more and eventually found Joe’s locker. “You can go through my stuff if you want. He says,and of course you obliged. You always wondered what kind of stuff he kept in it.
There was a spare dorm key,a busted pair of cleats,and a hoodie that had something sticking out of the pocket. You pulled on it and your face immediately became hot when you realized what it was. It was a special polaroid you had taken for Joe a while ago.
“Oh my god,what the fuck,Joe you were supposed to keep this in your wallet,dumbass.” You blushed. All he did was give you that stupid ass grin he always did as if you were being overdramatic (and you totally were). “I can’t have a little pregame motivation,baby?” Joe queried,clearly not taking you serious.
“Fuck you,Joe.” You cackled.
“Fuck me? How’d you know what I wanted you to do?” He grinned again,standing over where you were sitting,looking directly down at you,giving you that look that indicated what he wanted. “I swear to god,Joe we’re not doing it in here. Aint no way in hell.”
“Who says we can’t hm? I see that look in your eyes I know you wanna try it. And If you don’t like it,I can always take you home,throw you on the bed and beat that pussy up like I always do.”
Dammit he was too good. You couldn’t help but squeeze your thighs together from the way he spoke to you. You jumped up from your seat and took his hand once more,following behind him to a different corner of the locker room. “Turn around. Hands up against the wall.” He demanded.
You feel him move behind you,quickly sliding down your leggings. “Can’t ever get enough of this pretty ass. Fuck ,baby.” Joe muttered slapping your ass,admiring the way it jiggled when he did so. ”I’m gonna pull these fuckin’ panties to the side,fuck you until you can barely hold yourself up,and I’m gonna take you home and do it all fucking over.You got me?” Joe pushes himself up against you whispering in your ear.
You resist the urge to push back because you know the inevitable is coming,all you have to do is wait. As you feel the neediness become unbearable,you feel one side of your panties being peeled back before the sound of Joe sliding his tip up and down your already wet slit spears through the silence of the locker room.
“You knew you were gonna get fucked today didn’t you? You’re so wet and I barely even touched you. Hope that pussy can cum just as quick as it can get wet or we’ll be in trouble,babygirl.” Joe says finally pushing his dick into you. You groaned at the stretch. Right off the bat his pace was relentless,barely giving you time to adjust to this new position you never tried. You moaned out loud,already so lost in the pleasure you forgot where you were.You can hear Joe shushing you whilst trying to contain his own sounds,but you just couldn’t stop your sounds of pleasure escaping from your soft lips.
“Hey,If you don’t quiet down I’ll pull out,you understand me?” Joe warned giving your ass another hard slap. And you’re so depraved,so scared of him pulling out and leaving you empty,you place a hand over your own mouth,using the other hand that’s still on the wall to brace however you can. Just so he can keep pounding into that sweet spot for as long as he pleases.
Even with your hand over your mouth,you can still manage to tell Joe your orgasm is beginning to creep up on you. He laughs at your struggle,watching you continue to take him as your ass claps against him while you pathetically attempt to quiet yourself. “You close mama? You better hurry up and cum before someone finds us.” You dont even know why,but your pussy clenched even tighter from what he had said. Was it the thrill of having to get yourself off in a short amount of time? Or was it the thought of being caught that excited you?
Whatever it was,your orgasm was imminently approaching,and you & Joe could feel it. “Thats it,there you fucking go. Cum all over it like the slut you are,babydoll. Daddy’s got you.” And you did. Cumming so hard your body uncontrollably trembled as it took the warm load Joe soon pumped into you,releasing with so much desperation he almost let out a whimper.
“Fuck—where were you when I was choosing schools? If you were giving out these kind of tours I would’ve applied way sooner.” You weakly chuckled.
“I told you you’d like it. Now lets go back to my place,Im not done with you yet.Joe growls,leading you back down the hall towards the exit.
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Family Barbecue
anon this was such a cute request, i love it and i hope y’all enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it!! <3
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It was your favorite time of year, the summer time. Time to spend with family and friends and especially some drinks. Every July, the Burrow family would host a family-wide barbecue. You had been attending for years, and Joe’s parents made sure that their planning always worked with your schedule and Joe’s schedule.
Ever since Joe brought you to the first family barbecue after being together for 5 months, his family knew that you were the one for him. You always offered to help cook, clean, entertain the kids, or do anything else they needed. They all saw how Joe looked at you too, with pride in his eyes.
This was year 5 of going to the family Barbecue, and Joe’s family kept poking fun at him about how he hasn’t popped the marriage question yet. They wanted it just as bad as you did.
“Joey, are you ready to go?” You yelled up the stairs from the kitchen. Joe took just as long as a girl getting ready some days.
“Yes baby, I’ll be down in a sec,” he responded back as you heard frantic footsteps up the stairs. You were a planner, and Joe was not. You had a timeline of what needed to be done when, and Joe just went with the flow until he got distracted and needed to be directed back to what needed to be done.
You headed out the garage door, loading your cooler of drinks into the backseat of Joe’s car. The snack bag you had packed followed the drinks. Your overnight bags were packed last. Since his parents lived an hour and a half away and there would be drinks consumed, his parents offered up their extra bedroom for the two of you.
After double checking your list that was stationed on the island, Joe finally came down the stairs, looking as handsome as ever. He was wearing just a basic pair of gym shorts, a bengals tshirt, and his white Nike athletic shoes. Of course, the dork had his shirt tucked in. That was something you always messed with him about.
“Cmon babe, we gotta go or we’re gonna be way late,” you said, leading the way to the garage to finally leave. An hour and a half drive still ahead of you.
Joe grabbed a bottle of water from the garage fridge and got in the car. You settled yourself in the passenger seat with your Nintendo Switch Lite with Animal Crossing ready to go. While you didn’t hardcore game, some Animal Crossing and Minecraft here and there were sometimes what you did to entertain yourself.
After hitting the road, Joe played his music and hummed along as you were focused on your game. His hand rested on your thigh as he drove along. Eventually, you got tired of playing your game, so you decided to take a short nap. You leaned your seat back a bit and propped up your pillow between your shoulder and the window.
"Can you let me know when we're like half an hour away?" you asked, Joe replied, "Of course babe, you gonna put on your makeup then?" he questioned, glancing over at you for a second. You replied with a hum and curled to a semi-comfortable place to nap.
pat pat pat
Joe patted you awake, you stirred and lifted the back of your seat up.
"We're half an hour away honey," he said, smiling in your direction as you rubbed the sleep out of your eyes.
"Thanks Joey, now don't brake check anyone," you joked with him, poking at his arm. You pulled your makeup bag out of your car bag, opting for just some eyebrow filling and mascara, and of course highlight. That was your favorite step of your makeup routine.
As you pulled into Joe's parent's neighborhood, you collected your things in your bag and freshened up your outfit. You chose to wear your favorite pair of jean shorts and a cute flowy tank top.
Pulling into the driveway, Joe's parents came to greet you. The 3pm air was hot but with a breeze. Hugs were given and passed, and as you approached the house, Joe's nephew Jordan came running up to you.
"Y/n!" he cheered with his little 3 year old voice. That alone melted your heart.
"Hi Jordan! How's my big guy doing?" you asked and picked him up, resting him on your hip.
"Good! Let's go play!" He squirmed, wanting to be put down to go run around. You could tell he was fresh from his nap that was taken earlier. If only naps for adults were that rejuvenating.
"We can play here in a minute, but could you use your big, strong muscles to help us?" you tickled his stomach. He pretended to flex. He ran out to the car where Joe and his parents were, clinging to Joe's leg. Joe picked him up and gave him a little fist bump.
"Y/n said I can use my big muscles to help!" Jordan said with a smile on his face. Joe set him down and handed him the smallest bag. You grabbed your overnight bag and the cooler and headed inside with Jordan leading the way.
After placing your things in the guest room, you followed Jordan outside to go say hi to Joe's siblings and their partners. You cracked open your first drink of the night while Jim worked on grilling up some hamburgers and hot dogs.
Jordan pulled you over to the swing set, you set him in the swing that looked like a little car, pulling him toward you to get the momentum going. You continued to push Jordan in the swing as he laughed the cutest little laugh.
Joe was admiring from afar with a beer in hand. He was standing with his dad while he grilled, watching you play with Jordan, a smile spread along his face. You two had talked about kids before, but a ring needed to come first.
The next thing that Jordan wanted to do was race you and Joe. Of course, Joe said yes, setting his beer down to race.
"Okay, Jordan count us down," you say, lining up to begin to run.
"Okay y/n, 3...2..." and Jordan was off before the count of 1. You and Joe giggled, but eventually ran and tried to catch up to him. Jordan had passed the established finish line before you and Joe could get there. He jumped in excitement.
"I'm not letting you beat me, y/n" Joe huffed out as he began to run up to you, tackling you to the ground.
"Burrow, you're a quarterback, not a defensive end, my god," you groaned after hitting the ground, allowing laughs to escape your mouth. Jordan came over and giggled, climbing on top of Joe who was still on top of you.
"Uncle Joe sandwich!" you cheered and grabbed for Jordan's hand. You all giggled and eventually, Joe wormed his way out of being between you and Jordan. He outstretched a hand to you, helping you up.
Eventually, dinner was served and everyone gathered in the screened in porch to eat. Jordan insisted on sitting between you and Joe. Jordan's mom plopped his booster seat down in the chair between you and Joe. Jordan dug into his food as soon as it was set in front of him, ketchup ending up all over his hands, face, and clothes. As you ate, you would use your napkin to dab off Jordan's face, causing your napkin to turn red from the mess he had made.
Joe looked at you admirably, adoring how good you were with kids. You secretly hoped that Joe would see how good you were with kids and want to hurry up and propose already.
After dinner, Jordan helped you clean up the dining space by taking the empty paper plates to the trashcan and leading you to the paper towels so he could help you wipe down. You lifted him up to grab the roll off the island inside, carrying him like Buzz Lightyear back out to the patio, giggles filling the air.
The rest of the family had gone to sit out by the fire pit, insisting that you not do any cleaning up. But you couldn't just not help, it wasn't like you. And you could maneuver Jordan into doing anything with you, which also gave his parents a break.
Out at the fire pit, you could see the rest of the family laughing and joking. You admired Joe from the screened in porch while you waited on Jordan to run in and take the dirty paper towels to the trash can. Jordan ran out, tugging at your arm to go join the rest of the family.
You and Jordan joined the rest of the family, sitting down on the outdoor blanket. You sat criss cross applesauce and Jordan sat in your lap and played with your fingers while letting out yawns.
After a few more drinks, Jordan was asleep in your lap. His parents seemed ready to go, so you offered to help Jordan into his car seat.
You headed out to their car, carrying Jordan with his head resting on your shoulder.
"Thanks for playing with him and taking care of him today, y/n. It was a really nice break for us, he's a wild one," Joe's brother said.
"It's really no problem, I had so much fun with this little ball of energy," you chuckled as you set Jordan in his car seat, buckling him in.
"One of these days, I want y'all to give him a cousin," Joe's brother laughed out. You hugged and went your separate ways.
Joe and his parents had transitioned to inside the house, working to clean up the kitchen.
"How can I help?" you asked as you walked in on them all doing different cleaning activities.
"Babe you helped plenty today, go take a shower or relax. We got this," Joe said as he brought you into his embrace. There really wasn't much left to clean up.
After things had been cleaned up, everyone moved to the couch to sit and relax a bit before bed. It was about 9:30 and the exhaustion from the day was hitting you. You let out a soft yawn as Joe pulled you to lean into his shoulder.
"I think we're gonna head to bed. It's been a long day," Joe announces to his parents as he stands up off the couch. You follow.
When getting to your room for the night, you headed straight for the shower. Playing with Jordan all day got you sweaty and stinky, not to mention the July heat.
"Babe I loved watching you play with Jordan today. I can't wait for us to have our own kids one day. A little Joe and y/n stumbling around," Joe said, leaning down to kiss your forehead.
"Me too Joey, me too," you sighed as you stepped into the warm shower.
After such a long day, a shower and some snuggles were great.
You and Joe were cuddled up into bed when he blurted out, "I love you, y/n and I want to marry you some day. I promise it'll be soon,"
"I love you too Joey, and I can't wait for that day. It'll be the best day of our lives," you smile as you close your eyes, drifting off into a peaceful sleep.
The next morning, you woke up alone. That's not normally how things went when you and Joe stayed with his parents. He'd wait for you so you could leave the bedroom together.
You slid on your slippers and headed for the kitchen, following the smell of bacon. When you began to approach the entrance to the kitchen, you heard conversation. Sometimes, you loved to eavesdrop, but you also hated to butt in during conversation, so you stood by the doorway, out of sight of Joe and his parents.
"So when are you finally gonna pop the question?" his dad nudged at him.
"Soon, I swear. I've got the ring picked out and everything, I just need to send it to my jeweler," Joe said as he set out silverware.
"We love her and it's about time she became part of the family for real," his mom spoke out, walking up to Joe to lovingly rub his back. His family had been pestering him for a while to propose, but he wanted to do it on his own time, which you understood.
"It'll be soon, I promised that to her and I promise that to you all. Cause after seeing her with Jordan yesterday, I know she is who I'm meant to marry. Not that I didn't have those thoughts before, it just really proved to me that it's about time I asked her to marry me," Joe responded in a soft voice, trying not to allow his voice to carry.
You stood in the doorway for a minute more just to make sure the conversation was over. Soon, you approached Joe and pulled him into a side hug. He held onto you for a minute before leading you both to fill your plates with breakfast food.
You had a peaceful morning with Joe and his parents. You loved his family and couldn't wait to officially join it.
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save a horse (ride a quarterback)
pairing: joe burrow x southern!reader
summary: joe goes back to texas to meet your family and ends up learning about a very important rule
warnings: language, suggestive content, joe smoking a cigar because yes, it deserves a warning
a/n: y/n’s backstory is pretty much based off my life bc i’m from texas and i have an uncle james that smokes cigars 💀
when you first met joe, you were very weary of him. you grew up in texas and the football players there, especially the quarterbacks, all thought they were hot shit. but joe was the total opposite, so you immediately took a liking to him.
in high school, you were a trainer for your football team, so in college at lsu, you decided to do the same thing. that’s how you met joe. one day after practice, joe came to see you about an ice pack for his wrist. while you were grabbing one from the freezer he asked you on a date. you were skeptical, why would the star of the football team be talking to me of all people? you think.
joe somehow noticed your skepticism, and said, “don’t worry y/n, i’m not one of those dumbasses on the team. i don’t sleep around and that’s certainly not my intention.” you ended up agreeing to the date, and you’re glad you did.
you two have been together for about five months now, and you’re ready for him to meet your family. your entire family lives in texas, and they all know about joe and are dying to meet him.
after considering it for a few days, you finally decide to bring up meeting your family to joe. you’re both sitting on your couch when you decide it’s time to talk to him about it. “hey joe?” you ask him. “yeah babe?” “how would you feel about meeting my family this weekend? my uncle james is having a barbecue and they really want to meet you. so what do you say?” you ask, a little scared for his answer. “are you kidding? i would love to meet your family! i thought you would never ask.” he tells you excitedly. you were a little shocked with how happy he was.
“okay so i was thinking catching a flight on friday because the barbecue is saturday. is that cool with you?” you ask him. “yeah totally. i’ll book tickets right now.” he says whipping out his phone. “make sure you put down dfw airport because that’s the closest one to my uncle’s house.” you remind him. joe looks up at you and nods before going back to his phone.
on friday, ja’marr offered to give you both a ride to the airport, so you and joe loaded your luggage into his car and got in. as ja’marr and joe were singing along to whatever song was playing, you were texting your mom, who was overly enthusiastic about joe’s arrival. her constantly making sure that he’s coming and will be on time. you reassure your mother that everything will go according to plan.
ja’marr pulls up to the airport and you all get out of the car to get your bags out. you and joe thank ja’marr as he gives joe “good luck” before getting back into his car and driving off.
you and joe walk into the airport and check your bags then go through security. while sitting at your boarding gate, you notice joe’s leg shaking up and down. you put your hand on his thigh to stop it and you ask him “is everything okay honey?” “yeah.” he tells you. “i’m just a little nervous. i mean, what if they don’t like me or don’t think i’m good enough for you because i’m just a football player and you’re so fucking smart and guaranteed a good job and-” “joe” you cut him off. “everyone is going to love you okay? trust me, it’s all they’ve been talking to me about since i first told them about you. and even if they don’t like you that doesn’t matter to me because i like you. and my feelings towards you are much more important than theirs right?” you reassure joe. “yeah i guess. it’s just that i’ve never really met a girlfriend’s family before, so i don’t know what to do or what to say. and doesn’t your uncle own a gun?” he asks you still a little bit worried. “he does, but he’s not going to use it on you joe. he might whip it out to scare you-” “WHAT” he all but yells in the airport. “BUT i promise he won’t use it okay?” “okay yeah.” he says much more relaxed than he was earlier.
soon after, you and joe board the plane and the flight ends up being very smooth with very little turbulence. one of the things you loved about your home state, there was never much turbulence when landing. you and joe order an uber to take you to the hotel you’re staying at after you both grab your bags from baggage claim.
once you both check in you immediately go up to your room and lie down on the bed, exhausted from the plane ride. you and joe end up taking a nap for a few hours until it was time for dinner. you ordered takeout from a five guys, which joe has never had before, much to your surprise. “you’ve never had five guys?” you ask him shocked. “nope.” “we are getting five guys right now.” you grab your phone and click on the uber eats app to place your order.
once the food got to your room, you and joe immediately sat down at the little dinner table in your room. while you’re eating your fries, you hear “oh my god this is so fucking good.” “i told you joe. nobody makes better burgers or fries.” you tell him. “you’re so right babe. i’m never doubting you again.” you laugh at him. “just eat your food so we can go to bed.”
the day of the barbecue, you start to understand joe’s nervousness. your family’s opinion of him means everything to you. what if they don’t like him? what if they think you should break up with him? you try to convince yourself that that’s ridiculous. of course they’ll love him. everyone does.
once it’s time to go, you and joe head downstairs to meet your cousin, savannah, so she could take you to your uncle’s house. once you see her, you greet her with a hug. “i missed you so much.” she tells you. “i missed you too. let me introduce you to joe.” you say to her. “joe this is my cousin, savannah. savannah, this is my boyfriend, joe.” “it’s really nice to meet you, i’ve heard a lot about you.” joe tells your cousin. “likewise, joe.” she responds. “you ready to go?” she turns to you. “yeah let’s go.” you say to her.
once you pull up to your uncle’s house, you’re holding joe’s hand tightly in yours. you turn to him, “you ready joe?” “as ready as i’ll ever be baby.” he tells you with a newfound confidence.
you both get out of the car and walk into the house. there’s nobody inside, so everyone’s probably outside by the pool and grill. you open the back door and walk out. the first person to notice you is your other cousin, jamison. “hey y/n/n!” he walks over to you and gives you a bear hug. everyone else walks over to you and they also give you a bear hug.
“everyone” you get their attention. “this is joe, joe this is my family.” everyone turns to joe and they look at him for a second. you start to become worried, and you can tell joe is too. then all of a sudden, they walk over to him and greet him. the men in your family including all your uncles and your father give him a firm handshake while introducing themselves, while your aunts and your mom give him a huge hug.
you suddenly don’t know why you were worried. of course they would all love joe, i mean who the hell wouldn’t?
“oh joe!” your uncle james exclaims. “i almost forgot, i have a little gift for you to welcome you to the family!” “welcome me to the family sir?” joe asks confused. “well you’re family now joe. you’re the first boyfriend of y/n/n’s we’ve had the pleasure of meeting.” your uncle james tells your boyfriend and you feel yourself start to turn red. your uncle walks back inside to grab whatever it is he has for joe as he turns to you. “so, i’m the first boyfriend they’ve met huh?” he asks with a smirk. “yes but don’t let it go to your head joseph lee. i just never had many boyfriends in high school.” you tell him as you walk over to the mini fridge outside to grab a beer. you offer joe one and he accepts. you grab a bottle opener and just as you got joe’s bottle open, your uncle walks back outside… holding a cowboy hat?
“everyone in the family owns their own cowboy hat, even y/n, so i thought it’s only fair that you get one too.” your uncle says as he hands joe the hat. “go ahead try it on.” your aunt says to him. joe puts it on and you swear you could combust right then and there. you never imagined joe wearing a cowboy hat before, but now you couldn’t get it out of your head.
“i’m about to fire up the grill to make some wings, but i heard that you smoke cigars, so you wanna sit down with me and have one later?” your uncle james asks. “yeah sure that sounds great sir.” joe tells him. “don’t call me sir, just james. i don’t need to feel older than i already am.” joe laughs a bit and nods at your uncle.
“well i think this is going very well.” you tell your boyfriend happily. “yeah me too.” he smiles at you. “so… the hat?” you ask. “i actually really like it. think i might wear more often.” “yes please.” you tell him. “oh? so i take it you like the hat then?” he asks you cockily. “you could say that.” you smirk back at him. you walk away to go chat with your aunts as joe goes to talk to your uncle by the grill.
after everyone eats james’ delicious wings, your uncle walks inside to grab his cigar box and a lighter. he sits down on the couch by the pool and gives joe a cigar. james lights joe’s cigar first, then his own. you suddenly smell that familiar smell and look over to your uncle and your boyfriend. you see joe with a cigar hanging out of his mouth while he listens to your uncle talk about something you can’t quite make out. you can’t take it anymore. you can handle the cowboy hat, but the cowboy hat and cigar combo? you’re done for.
you walk over to the both of them. “what are you guys talking about?” you ask. “oh nothing” your uncle says. “just guy stuff.” joe adds. “oh well, joe and i are actually gonna head out, i’m exhausted and we have an early flight to catch tomorrow.” you say with false regret. “oh well, i’ll see you during summer, hopefully you too joe.” james says as he stands up. you give him a hug as joe gives him a handshake. you and joe wish everyone goodbye and walk out of your house to wait for your uber.
suddenly, you gave into your temptation and kissed joe in the sidewalk. he pulls away, “what was that for? not that i’m complaining of anything.” “oh nothing.” you tell him as you pluck the hat off his head and put it on yours. “why’d you do that honey?” he asks cluelessly. “oh i forgot you’re from ohio.” you tell him through your laughing. “well there’s this rule around here called ‘save a horse, ride a cowboy’ you ever heard that before?” joe shakes his head. “well the rule says you take the hat, then you ride the cowboy.” you tell him with a smirk.
it suddenly clicks in joe’s head and you see his eyes turn dark. “oh really?” he asks. “then we can’t break the rules can we baby?” “no we can’t joey.” you tell him while slowly creeping your hand to cup the back of his neck so you can pull his lips to meet yours. it only lasts a couple seconds because you notice that your uber has pulled up beside the two of you. joe grabs your hand and swiftly pulls you into the car with him.
you were in for quite a night.
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Jealous? || Joe Burrow
"Keep up the good work, you got this Y/N." Your personal trainer, Brendon said to you as you finished up one of the last workouts in your routine.
"Thanks Brendon, you always know when to do one of the good workouts." You said as you stepped off the machine grabbing a drink of your water. You looked around the room and found Joe, your boyfriend of 4 years, staring at the two of you.
Joe, well, he had always been the jealous type. You honestly found it hot as hell when he would get mad about you talking to any one of his teammates that were single, because he thought they could take you away from him.
No matter how many times you reassured him, he always got this way when you went to work out with Brendon with him in the same gym.
"How are things going with Mr. Hot Head over there?" Brendon asked you and you couldn't help but laugh at the nickname he had given Joe.
"Oh you know, he's shooting daggers into the back of your head currently, which means I'm going to get an earful about this when I get home or in the car, let's see how this goes."
"You haven't told him that I don't swing with girls yet have you?" He asked and you laughed. "No, I haven't told him yet. Jealous Joe is hot as fuck."
"Girl you get yours how you can, but you should tell him sometime soon so I don't die."
"You won't die I promise, I could never let that happen. I have to go though, he's done with his workout, I'll see you tomorrow!" You said grabbing your gym bag and following Joe out of the gym.
You got into the passenger seat of Joe's car and he got in and immediately putting his hand on your thigh, dangerously close to your crotch.
"Joe, baby, are you good?" You asked looking over at him and he had a clenched jaw and kept his eye on the road.
"Yeah, never been better. Why?" He asked, his tone cold as ice. "You just look mad, are you mad at me?" He let out a laugh.
"Baby, you don't get it do you?" He said turning his head to look at you while you were at a red light. You cocked your head to the side, you were very confused as to why he was acting like this.
"You, and Brendon, it pisses me off the way the two of you are together." He said turning his attention back to the road.
You then let out a laugh and you couldn't stop. "How, is this in any way funny to you?"
"Because honey, I love jealous Joe, but it has to stop. I don't like Brendon like that, and he certainly does NOT like me that way." You said grabbing hold of his hand.
"How do you know he doesn't like you like that way?" He asked pulling into our driveway and into the garage. "Because he's gay babe. He doesn't like girls." You said as you got out of the car not waiting to see his reaction.
You went up to yours and Joe's shared bedroom and put your gym bag in the closet and took off your sneakers. You looked up towards the door and saw Joe leaning against the doorframe.
"Baby, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to overreact. I had no idea that he was gay." Joe said and you scoffed.
"You know that I would never ever do anything with another man, I love you and only you Joe. That's never gonna change. No other man is going to take me away from you I can promise you that."
He came over to you and wrapped his arms around your butt and lifted you up so he was holding you. You were quite small compared to Joe, so this was one of his favorite things to do, lift you up so he can look at you evenly without hurting his neck.
You leaned down to him and kissed him and in response to your kiss, he squeezed your ass which made you let you a moan and he took the opportunity to enter his tongue into your mouth and explore.
You pulled away and leaned your forehead on his. "I love you Joe, please don't ever forget that." You said and he smiled at you as he set you back down on the floor.
"I know, I know. I'm sorry, Y/N. It won't happen again I promise. I love you too much."
"Good, I'm holding you to that promise."
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Love it, J. Burrow
summary; it's just kissing, right?
warnings; kissing duh, like two petnames i think, little to no swearing, grammatical errors, dirty talk but nothing super horrible, the manspread™
word count; 530
note; guys listen, i havent written anything serious in a while so please bare with me.
this past week was interesting, dating an nfl star was never really a calm experience, but that's what you signed up for when you began flirting with the joe burrow after one of his big high school games. who wouldn't? i mean, the man's fucking gorgeous.
he's been yours, since the summer of junior year with no change of that in sight. obsessed wouldn't even begin to describe how joe felt about you, any chance he gets he's talking about you or your future together.
coming home from a long day of early christmas shopping knowing he was inside waiting for you always made you smile. after leaving the bags in your car and locking the doors with the key pad, you hurried in the house to find your man on the couch looking straight at you.
"hi, baby," he greeted, eyes crinkling as he smiled at just the sight of you, you're quick to kick off your shoes after hours of walking many stores and shopping malls in the area, "hi, joey," you responded. all the lights but the kitchen were off, the television illuminating the living room.
the game playing on it seemed to be disregarded by joe as he opened his arms, inviting you to come sit on his lap with raised brows. god, does he know how hot it is when he's literally just sitting there? the tops of his thighs are always the best seat in the house aside from his face.
plopping down onto him and wrapping your arms around his neck, "how was shopping?" he questioned, absentmindedly running his hands along your thighs, even through your sweats they still manage to give you goosebumps. "long, i missed you so much," you mumble, breathing in the smell of his shampoo.
"i missed you more, sweetheart," pulling away slightly to press a kiss to his lips, "impossible," you murmured against them, causing him to smile even more than he was before. his tongue slide along your bottom lip, mewling as you allow him to deepen what was supposed to be innocent kisses.
moments later a need for air hits you, joe does his best to chase your mouth, but is unsuccessful and settles for the delicate skin of your neck instead. you push yourself down further onto his lap, grinding against him, breathless and with your head a bit fuzzy from just kissing, he really knows how to use his mouth in every way possible.
"i love it when you kiss my neck," you're more breathless than before, if that's even possible. joe smiles for what feels like the hundredth time tonight, "i know you do, why do you think i do it so often?" like it never left his mouth is back on your neck, this time sucking a bruise there, grazing his teeth and tongue over it to seal the deal.
you hadn't realized how hard you were grinding down onto him until his calloused hands gripped your hips, making you whine in protest. "keep doing that and i'll cum in my pants," he grits out through clenched teeth.
you smile this time, knowingly up to no good, "what if i want that, joey?"
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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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Playing With Fire - Chapter 1.
Pairing Travis Kelce x Reader x Joe Burrow
Words 2869
Warnings Language, mentions of alcohol and smoking, violence, angst and fluff. It is also verging on the reader being a bit toxic but...just go with it.
This is the first time I've ever written for Joe Burrow so bear with me! However, I have read some brilliant fics by some Burrow writers so I hope I can do him justice. This fic was an Anon request and I'm so pleased that it was sent in, whoever you are! I liked the combined challenge of writing for two people and also someone new! "have you ever thought about Travis kelce x reader x joe burrow just a thought"
CHAPTER 1
"Baby, can I get you another drink?" Joe gently placed his hand on your lower back and leaned close to you.
You smiled, "Yes please, just a glass of white."
Joe winked before disappearing through the thick mass of people to the bar. You turned back to your conversation with your colleagues, pulling your hair over your shoulder.
"I'll be honest, I don't think it'll be long before Y/N leaves us to be a full time NFL girlfriend." Isla raised her eyebrows as she spoke, nudging your arm, "You know, events and appearances here there and everywhere. Give it 5 minutes and she'll forget about all of us!"
You threw your head back with a loud cackle, "We've been together 5 months Isla, don't you think you're thinking too far ahead in the future?" You glanced down at the small amount of liquid that was swilling around the bottom of your wine glass, "Besides, I like my job. What am I going to do, sit and wait around all day for him to come home from practice? I don't think so."
Isla swung her arm around you, "He's the first guy you've brought to the company Christmas party... that means he must be a keeper."
She turned to Harry who was squinting his eyes and staring into space. With a swift nudge from Isla, he blinked his eyes and shook his head slightly.
"With a guy as hot as Joe, I'd happily sit at home all day waiting for him, no problem."
"Alright, okay. You need to stop!" You shook your head at Harry.
"Stop, what?"
"Fantasising about my boyfriend, it's getting a little weird."
Harry tipped his head to the side, "I had a crush on him first."
"And the best girl won." You said, pouting your lips.
Isla laughed and Harry dropped his jaw in mock surprise. He reached into his pockets and pulled out his cigarettes, "Whatever, I'm going for a cigarette. You can choke on your canapes for all I care."
You giggled with Isla as Harry whipped his head around and headed for the door to the street outside.
Isla took a sip of her drink before turning towards you, "So, have you and Joe talked at all about moving in together or anything like that?"
You sighed slightly and placed your almost-empty win glass down onto a nearby table, "No, not really. I mean, I spend a lot of time at his place but I don't know if it's a bit early for that?" You furrowed your eyebrows.
"Well, maybe you should-"
"Shhh, shhh...he's coming back." You waved a hand in front of your chest as you spotted Joe over Isla's shoulder, meandering through the crowds with a glass of wine in each hand.
Greeting him with a smile, you took one of the glasses and moved closer to him, snaking a hand underneath his blazer and around his waist, "So, you've obviously met Harry before." You pointed in the direction of the door, "But this is Isla and she works in my department."
Joe held his hand out to shake Isla's, "Ahh another style editor? What's the verdict then?" He stepped away from you and spun on his heels, showing off the expensive royal blue fitted suit that he was wearing.
Isla smiled and ran her eyes over his outfit, "Nice colour, nice shape. I personally would've chosen a classic white shirt, but you do you."
"I told you!" You said with a squeal and you threw your head back and laughed.
Joe looked between you and Isla with wide eyes before slapping his thigh in frustration, "What?! Damn, I thought I nailed it!" He shook his head and fiddled with his tie.
You reached up and helped him, your high heels bringing you slightly closer to his height, "Okay, I'm going to go to the ladies. Isla, keep your eye on him, I don't want him pestering the other stylists about the shirt." You laid a gentle kiss onto Joe's lips.
Isla sighed and smiled, "That's too much to ask, honey."
You breathed a laugh and turned away to find the bathroom. Your eyes danced around the room, briefly settling on a few familiar faces of your co-workers. You weaved your way through the large groups of people chatting, dancing and drinking before you found the doorway leading to the bathrooms. As you placed your hand on the door and began to push, you felt some resistance from the other side. You stepped back slightly with lowered eyebrows, moving your hands back before the door swung open quickly to reveal that last person you expected to see.
Your ex-boyfriend, Travis.
His mouth instantly moved into a wide grin, his large arms welcoming you in for a hug.
"Hugging in the bathroom of a bar, very classy." You said smartly as you looked around.
"I seem to remember we did a lot more than that in bar bathrooms." Travis winked and pulled you into his chest.
You took in a deep breath and felt his warm and comforting scent surround you. You held him tight for a little longer than you probably should.
As you pulled away, you looked up into his pale green eyes, "So, how have you been?"
He rubbed his short, trimmed beard, "Well, you know. Pretty great!"
You giggled, a slight heat rising in your cheeks, "Yeah, congratulations on the Super Bowl by the way! It was a pretty awesome game."
"Excuse me." An unfamiliar voice said from behind you, a stranger trying to get past you both and into the bathrooms.
"Oh, sorry!" You said and before you could step out of the way, Travis grabbed your hand and pulled you around a secluded corner of the bar. The feeling of his large hand grasping yours was electric, you could swear sparks flew.
"So, what are you doing here?" Travis asked with his hand scratching the back of his head.
"Oh, it's my magazines Christmas Party tonight, we're in the back room." You avoided staring into his gaze more than you needed to, "Anyway, why are you here?"
"Visiting family for the holidays. I'm staying with my Mom, Jason and Kylie and the kids will be here tomorrow so I thought I'd meet up with some old buddies for drinks." His eyes flashed with darkness, "But I had no idea I'd see you."
You felt a small flutter in your stomach, past feelings flooding your senses.
Travis took a small step closer to you, his hands back to his beard, "You look so damn good."
You smiled and looked down. You were wearing a white, strapless jumpsuit with a corset style top. It fitted you perfectly and showcased your favourite feature of your body, your ass. The fabric skimmed your curves and hugged your figure exactly where you needed it to. Some strapped black stiletto heels and a simple black clutch handbag finished the look along with your hair styled into shiny waves. You looked to Travis who was dressed unusually simply in a black shirt and fitted jeans combined with a pair of sneakers. His eyes scanned over you and you clenched your thighs tightly.
"You look good too, Travis."
"Still dating Burrow?" He kept his eyes on you.
You breathed a laugh, "Yes I am."
His eyes creased into a smile, but you narrowed your stare at him, knowing he wasn't smiling out of happiness.
"No offence, but really? Burrow?" Travis was pacing his feet slightly and rubbing his hands together, "I mean, he's just not the right guy for you."
"And you are?" You raised one eyebrow, folding your arms.
"We were great, Y/N." He paced towards you, "What went wrong? Because I actually don't remember anymore, man."
You tightened your arms across your chest, "You weren't willing to continue with our relationship when you were drafted." Your eyes drifted to the ceiling as you repeated his words that were ingrained on your memory. "You said the distance was too much."
"Man, what an asshole."
"Yep." You shifted your weight from one foot to the other, your arms still firmly across your body as a barrier to the new awkward topic of conversation.
You glanced down at the floor, staring at the patterned carpet before Travis' flashy designed sneakers came into your view. His finger lifted your chin upwards, forcing you to face him. You stared into the eyes that you used to love so much, and if you were being completely honest with yourself, part of you still did. You breathed in the familiar and comforting scent of his cologne once again and you could feel your legs growing weaker the longer you held his gaze.
Travis licked his lips slowly, "You know, you're kinda like the girl who got away. I sometimes imagine what it would be like if we were still together now."
You could feel yourself drifting closer to him, involuntarily. You looked up at him, a confident smirk on his face.
"Oh yeah? And what sort of things do you imagine?" You asked, flirtation heaving in your voice.
"Oh baby, we have a lot of fun."
You looked down at the floor again in an attempt to hold your composure. You were playing with fire. Flirting with your ex-boyfriend whilst your current boyfriend waited 80 yards away from you wasn't something you had planned to do, but there was something about Travis that made you weak. Joe didn't know about your history with Travis because you knew he would be insanely jealous. Whenever you and Joe were watching television and Travis would appear, you had to try everything to hide your thumping heartbeat and red cheeks. You considered Travis your first love. You were both mad for each other, enjoying wild adventures, romantic dates and incredible sex. But Travis wasn't willing to continue the relationship when he was drafted to Kansas City. The break-up hit you hard and the fact that Cleveland Heights' new hometown hero's face was everywhere didn't help.
After a few seconds of silence, you cleared your throat, "I should get back."
Travis widened his eyes slightly as you brushed past him, "You're not going to the bathroom?"
You turned your head as you were walking away, "I...uhhh...don't need it anymore."
You craned your neck to see if you could spot Joe, leaving Travis confused and clueless. Zigzagging through the crowds of people, you began to take deeps breaths in an attempt to relax yourself. Joe was leaning against a wall, with one foot raised, a glass of wine in each hand. His pale blue eyes searching the room.
You smiled to yourself as you approached him, dancing to the music as you walked.
His face brightened when he saw you, "Hey. I was beginning to wonder where you were!"
"There was a line in the bathroom." You took your drink from him and felt a pang of guilt in your stomach from your lie.
Joe nodded as he took a sip of his wine, glancing up and down at you, "Are you okay? You seem weird?"
You smiled a little too wide, "I'm absolutely fine. Nothing wrong with me at all."
Joe's eyebrows knitted together, "Okay?" You watched as his gaze drifted from you towards someone behind you. "Hey, there's Kelce."
Your heart dropped as you turned around to see Travis heading your way. You looked back to Joe to see him waving in Travis' direction. You closed your eyes for a second, wishing for the ground to swallow you up. Due to their profession, you were aware that they had met but you really didn't want to be with them both in the same room.
"Burrow, my man." Travis said cheerfully as he took Joe's hand and pulled him in for a hug, tapping his back with his other hand.
"Kelce, what are you doing here?"
Travis glanced to you quickly, "Just having some drinks with some of the guys. You here for the Christmas party?" He said, knowingly.
"Yeah, I'm here with my girl." Joe draped his arm around your waist loosely.
Travis smiled at you, "How's it going, Y/N?"
Joe looked puzzled, looking between you and Travis, "Wait, you know each other?"
Your heart started beating faster again, a warm flush growing in your cheeks. You looked across to Travis with wide eyes, silently pleading for him not to say anything that might make the conversation awkward.
"Yeah man, your girl used to be my girl."
Everything seemed to freeze as you looked at Joe. His face was unchanged, but the muscles in his jaw were flexing. You brought your wine glass to your mouth, holding it against your lips.
"You never told me that." Joe said with a hint of rage in his voice.
You squirmed a little, "No, I didn't think it was relevant. Besides, it was a long time ago."
Travis laughed under his breath, "Hey, sorry man. I thought you knew."
"Joe-"
"No, no. It's fine. I just figured that was something I should've known. You know, the girl I'm dating used to date...well, you."
"Joe-" You repeated, placing your hand on my his arm.
"Don't get jealous, Burrow. I'm not about to steal your girl, even though I probably could."
Joe's eyes flashed with infuriation.
"Travis, that isn't helping. Joey, baby. Can we talk about this outside?" You stood in front of him, holding both of his hands and attempting to pull him away from the situation. Joe's eyes were fixed on Travis before he looked down to you and followed you out of the crowd and towards the front door.
As soon as the fresh air hit your skin, you stopped and turned to Joe, his face still full of anger, "Joey, hey. Look at me, listen to me. Me and Travis were a long time ago and I-"
"How long?"
"What?"
Joe rolled his eyes slightly, "How long were you with him?"
You paused, frozen and unsure what to say.
"How long, Y/N?" Joe raised his voice.
You jumped a little, shocked at Joe's reaction, "Will you calm down, Joe? We were together for 3 years...not that it matters."
"Of course, it matters." Joe started to pace the sidewalk, "You were in a 3 year relationship with Travis fucking Kelce and you didn't think it was important enough to tell me?"
"Can you see why? This is nuts, you're acting like a jerk."
The sound of the music from inside of the club grew louder as the front door was opened. Both you and Joe looked to see Travis emerging from the club.
"Oh no, no." You held your hands up in front of you, keeping one eye on Joe, "Travis, whatever you're out here for, I can tell you, it isn't going to help."
"You had better back off, man." Joe said through gritted teeth.
Travis almost took a step back, "Hey, I just wanted to apologise. I should never have said something. I just figured you knew, buddy."
"I ain't your buddy. Not anymore."
You held your head in your hands as the two of them argued in from of you, like children in a playground.
"What? Because I used to date your girl? Look, if you were so secure in your relationship, you wouldn't care." Travis rubbed the back of his head and lowered his voice, "Speaks for itself, really."
Joe lunged forward towards Travis, his fists clenched, "What the fuck did you just say to me?"
You quickly tried to step in-between the pair of them, "Okay, okay. I think we all need to calm down."
Travis stood still, "Nothing, man."
Joe pushed you away and advanced further, their faces almost touching, "Look here. You lost her, so just back off and let her be happy, okay? Jealousy doesn't look good on you."
Travis' eyes darted towards you, flashing you a slight wink that made you melt.
The next thing you knew, Joe shoved Travis' shoulders with some force. Surprisingly, Travis didn't move much at all, a cocky smirk forming on his lips. You ran forward to grab Joe but his right arm swung forward, landing a strong punch on Travis' jaw.
"Joe! Stop!" You yelled out, grabbing him and pulling him away before rushing to Travis who stood with his hunched back to you.
"Why are you running to him?" Joe shouted out.
"Go home, Joe. I'll see you around." You said, sternly.
Joe stood silent for a moment, before snickering and turning away, disappearing around a corner.
You reached up to Travis' face, removing his own hand to replace it with yours. A bright red welt had already formed at the bottom of his cheek, your middle finger gently tapping the swollen mark.
"Does it hurt?"
"Seeing you with him, yeah."
You stifled a smile, "Why couldn't you have stayed quiet? Was it just to get my attention, huh?"
"It worked, did it?"
You studied the growing red mark on his jawline, slowly progressing into an impressive bruise, "You're a smug asshole, you know that?"
Travis took hold of your hand and pulled you closer to his chest, his lips dangerously close to yours, "I want you back, Y/N."
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I couldn't decide which of the boys was going to be the bad guy. So I kinda made them both the bad guy. I could be tempted to do a part 2 of this...if that's what the people want?
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Hi hi!! ✨
This is my first short story maybe? That I’ve written and posting! And of course it's about Mr. Burrow himself because good lord 🥵
It is not proof read so this is your warning. If you see anything lmk! I don’t mind constructive criticism.
Go easy on me and hope you enjoy 🫶🏼
Untouchable
Warnings; none
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I woke up to the feeling of something trailing along the inside of my thighs as I lay there asleep. At first, I don’t realize what it is until I force the sleepy haze aside and concentrate only to put the pieces together. I'm in the hotel room that he rented and It’s his lips pressing against my skin gently just enough so I could feel it and wake up. His hands moved softly up and down my hips to my sides. Slightly massaging the parts he decides to stop at.He finally decides to stay focused on my hips just where the waistband of my underwear lay at and start to pull them down only to be stopped by my hands on top of his.
“And here I thought you had enough last night Burrow” I let a small smile grace my lips
He pops his head up with a smug smile and kisses his way up my body to finally land right next to my lips. Bringing my hands above my head trapped by his holding them down and finally says
“If you’re tapping out sweetheart that’s all you gotta say. Just tell me how you can’t take anymore and need a break” A small laugh bubbles out of me
“Joey please you and I both know we can keep it going but we both have places to be and people to see”
“And none of them are you in this bed dressed like this so I don’t care (y/n/n). He hovers above me with that same smug expression that I’ve grown to love in the past couple of months.
I stare back up at him
“Easy there. You’re starting to sound like you actually might have a crush on me”
He rolls his eyes and lays beside me and I turn to look at him.
“I like having your presence around. There’s nothing wrong with that.” he shrugs.
“Mhm. Just remember the deal okay? I don’t want anyone getting hurt lover boy”
“Don’t you worry your pretty little head sweetheart I’m the last one you need to worry about catching feelings.”
I smile. “Good. Then I’m getting in the shower.”
“Can I join??” He asks as I was shutting the door
“Nope!” I hear his laugh right after
I stand under the shower head letting the hot water ease my muscles. The stress of the past couple of weeks catching up to me after leaving it behind for a few hours last night.
When you’re chasing your dreams you never truly believe everything they say about how you’ll miss the calm and stability you had in your life before you got everything you wanted. I guess that’s where Joe comes in for me. Since really being in the spotlight I never felt more alone and like no one understands. Of course, I love what I do but I just could never imagine how lonely I would feel.
Joe Burrow the QB for the Bengals. We met at a mutuals party one night when I was in town visiting my family and we hit it off. The conversation flowed and we had a lot in common. I felt like I could be myself for once and didn’t have to hold back. Eventually, too many drinks were consumed and we made our way back to his place via Uber because drunk driving? I could never.
We made it up to his room and I made myself comfortable on his bed while he had to go get something. Presumably a condom and finally when he comes back in the room hyped and ready just one look is all it takes to kill his mood. Why you ask?
Well, I would love to answer that question (hint the sarcasm). I had fallen asleep. One of the most embarrassing things I could have done and I did it in front of the Joe burrow. I’ve had a crush on the guy ever since he started playing for the team and I finally get my chance and I go and fuck it up. He made sure to tell me all about it the next day and loves to still bring it up to this day. We’ve since made this a recurring thing whenever we’re both in town or free to fly wherever the other one may be. It’s been easier meeting up with me being on a break but eventually, it’s going to come to an end with me going back to recording this new album.
Just a few months ago I had finished my arena tour and decided to take time off to really take everything in. All the accomplishments I was able to achieve just like I’ve always wanted and of course, I just wanted to take time away to spend with my friends and family. It’s been hard but it’ll be worth it.
“Hey, I need to head out. I’ll see you later though right?” Joe says opening the door not to mention scaring me a little. I almost forgot where I was so lost in my thoughts. I poke my head out while using the shower curtain to keep the rest of my body covered.
“Uh, what’s later?”
“Some of the guys are meeting up at that club. Ya know the new one they just opened a few weeks ago. I was telling you about it last night. “ He comes closer to me jokingly pulling on a string of wet hair. I slap his hand away before saying
“Riiight. I don’t know Joe. Don’t you think it might be weird that we’re there together? You know how the media is not to mention the fans.”
“Why would it be weird unless you make it weird (y/n/n). We’re friends. Nothing wrong with that. Don’t make it a bigger deal than it has to be” He shrugs
“I’m not. But we said when we started this that nobody would know about us hanging out. I think being spotted together at a club of all places will raise a few questions.”
“Listen it’s a new place and we both by coincidence wanted to check it out on the same night. I don’t think it would be all that weird. Just don’t get jealous when you see all the ladies around me yeah?” He lets a smug smile form.
I roll my eyes. Cocky asshole.
“Shut up and get out of my bathroom Burrow. I don’t have time for your games. He lets out a laugh. That sound has quickly become one of my favorite sounds.
“If I recall correctly I paid for this room so therefore it’s my bathroom sweetheart.” He pauses and then continues.
“Just don’t think too much about it alright? Go out with your friends get a couple of drinks and oh look! Quarterback, Joe Borrow is here. He's hot maybe we should go say hi”
“Do you think your head will explode if it gets any bigger?”
“Nah but I’m sure you’d like to think it would.” He leans down and kisses my cheek and starts walking out.
“I’ll see you later sleeping beauty”
“Jerk!” I yell out. You fall asleep once during a hookup and you never live it down. Unbelievable.
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Joey B Blurbs: Can’t Take My Eyes off You
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Summary: Date night! Joe can't help but express how infatuated he is with you. I mean, you drive him crazy.
(Part Two to - Part 1)
Warnings: Fluff, slight dirty talk
Pairing: Joe Burrow x reader
Imagine universe: Into The Mystic
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*Continuation of part one!*
It was just thirty minutes after my prank on Joe. He was currently sitting on the bathroom counter, watching me put on my makeup.
Just a little bit ago, Joe was rolling his eyes as I rewatched the prank footage, every laugh that left my lips making his glare harsher, but now he gazed at me with so much love behind his eyes.
I was still just in one of his T-shirts as I got ready, but to him that made me more enticing.
“Yes?” - you laughed
Joe just smiled at me, though it was clear I broke him out of his trance.
“You’re so beautiful.” - Joe grinned
“Thanks, handsome.” - you
My eyes found their way to his blushed cheeks, and mine only mirrored his.
“Love you, Mama.” - Joe
“Love you too, Joey.” - you
After setting my eyeshadow palette down, I moved between Joe’s legs, put my hands on his thighs, and placed a big kiss on his lips.
When I moved away and grabbed my curling iron, Joe only kept his gaze on me.
“Pardon my staring…” - Joe
“It's okay.” - you smiled
“I can’t take my eyes off you.” - Joe
I felt my cheeks heat up, just like Joe’s did moments before and attempted to hide my blush by looking down.
“That rug is nice, but if I were you, I'd be looking at the pretty girl in the mirror.” - Joe
“Joe, stop.” - you giggled
Joe loved teasing me with a lot of praise because he knew it got to me.
“I'll stop, but I'm still gonna watch you.” - Joe
“Perfectly fine with that, I just gotta kick you out when I put my dress on.” - you
“Perfectly fine with that.” - Joe echoed your words
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Hair curled, makeup done, dress on, now heels…
Were heels the best option for a pregnant woman? No, but no other shoe option looked good with my dress.
Joe was for sure going to comment on it but in the end, he’ll listen to me and let me keep them on if I want.
Robin and Jimmy had just picked Miles and Tyson up to take them to their house for the night till tomorrow morning.
That being said, Joe told me he could be very vocal about what he thought about me in my dress.
I didn't keep him waiting for too long, and soon I was making my way down the stairs.
Joe stood at the bottom of them, a wide grin on his face as his eyes found me.
“Woah…” - Joe
My smile only got wider as I watched Joe’s eyes travel over my body. He winced when he looked down at my shoes and ran up the stairs to me.
“C’mere. It’s not safe for you to wear those heels down the stairs.” - Joe
He opened his arms, and I knew the drill. My arms wrapped around his neck as Joe picked me up bridal style.
Somehow, Joe walked down the stairs with ease and didn't let go of me till we were on solid ground.
“Thank you, baby.” - you
“No prob. But… I mean what kind of husband would I be if I let my pregnant wife walk down the stairs in those heels?” - Joe
“A normal one, probably.” - you laughed
Joe laughed along with me for a second before speaking up.
“You should know I'm not a normal husband by now.” - Joe
“You really aren't. Most husbands aren't perfect like you.” - you winked
“Don’t look at me like that, Mama. You know what it does to me.” - Joe
Out of nowhere, the sexual tension filled the room. It was more overwhelming than Joe’s blue-eyed gaze on me.
“What’s that mean?” - you
Joe moved forward and wrapped his arms around me, his eyes trailing from my eyes, then lips, then baby bump.
“You’re so fucking gorgeous, even more, now that you're pregnant.” - Joe
I’d never get over how Joe constantly made me feel like the sexiest, most gorgeous mommy out there.
“Can’t wait to put another baby in you...” - Joe
“Aye! Slow your roll, there, hot stuff, this one isn’t even out yet.” - you
Joe laughed loudly but kept his arms around me.
“I was just playin’.” - Joe
I moved away to look into his smiling face which in a matter of seconds had faltered into a devious expression.
“Maybe..” - Joe
“Joseph Lee!” - you slapped his chest playfully
His smile returned to his face as Joe pulled away from me and took one of my hands in his, lacing our fingers together as he walked to the front door.
“Let's go, Mama.” - Joe
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While at dinner at Jeff Ruby’s, we were in our regular secluded corner, I had dropped my fork.
Joe insisted that I use his and he would go up to find a server and get one, but I told him I'd rather get up and walk around for a second.
With the biggest RBF he could muster up, Joe agreed to let me get up but said not to leave his sight.
Unbeknownst to me, Joe snapped a picture of me as I stood just a few feet away from our table.
When the picture popped up on his phone, Joe felt his cheeks heat up as he looked at it, zooming in on my features.
I had Joe’s suit jacket draped over my shoulders, and the way my dress accentuated my bump only made me more desirable to him.
That's my wife, Joe thought.
He grinned to himself as he watched me talk to a waitress and get a new set of silverware.
As I walked back to our table, I slightly gave Joe a “What are you up to?” look as I saw his cheeky grin.
He shrugged it off and continued smiling at me.
“Can’t take my eyes off you.” - Joe grinned
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Authors note: well, that ending is terrible.
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Déjà vu
Pairing: Joe Burrow x Reader
Warnings: 18+ / Smut
Description: Joe's calf injury at the start of training camp gives you a sense of déjà vu
Time/Place: July 27, 2023 / Cincinnati, Ohio
A/N: Took me a minute to write something about the injury b/c I needed to know he was okay first. Let's continue to manifest good vibes for him, y'all 🙌
Here's the follow-up - Déjà vu II
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You step off the treadmill in your home gym as it slows to a stop, grabbing your water bottle and guzzling half of it before dropping onto the floor to do some stretching; you're most of the way through your cool-down routine when your phone rings. You hop up and grab it, your brow furrowing when you see who's calling.
"Hey Sam," you greet. "What's up?"
"Hey Y/n," he mumbles. "Listen, I have something to tell you, but I don't want you to panic."
"What's going on?" you sputter. "Is it Joe?"
"Yeah, he tweaked his calf in practice today. I guess you haven't seen the video yet?"
You feel like you've been punched in the gut as you quickly sit on the weight bench. "I haven't seen the video," you whisper. "How bad is it?"
"We don't know yet. He's in the training room right now with the trainers and team docs. They'll have to do some imaging to determine the severity, but it seems like it's not crazy bad."
"Meaning?"
"Meaning, he'll prob miss camp, but there's a chance he'll be ready for the season."
You feel silent tears start rolling down your cheeks; you take a deep breath before responding. "Why does this keep happening to him?"
"I don't know," Sam sighs. "He sure as hell doesn't deserve it, but he's strong as hell. He'll get through this like he always does."
"Thanks for calling me," you sniff, trying to fight back the tears before they can take over.
"You're welcome. Joe asked me to call so you wouldn't see the damn video and panic. He'll call you as soon as he gets a chance."
"I appreciate it, Sam."
You set your phone down and stare at your feet for a second, watching your tears drop onto the floor before angrily swiping them away. You take several deep breaths to get your emotions under control before grabbing your phone and doing a search for 'Joe Burrow injury'. You feel a wave of nausea as you watch him pull up and hop several steps before hitting the ground in a somewhat controlled collapse; you rewind and watch it several times trying to figure out what happened, your heart sinking every time as he plops onto the cart to be whisked away.
You eventually stand up and head for the stairs, wanting to hurry up and shower before Joe calls. You turn your face up into the stream of warm water cascading from the shower head, your hot tears joining the moisture streaming down your face. "Fucking déjà vu," you mumble, quickly scrubbing yourself clean before drying off and pulling on a pair of panties and one of Joe's t-shirts that hits you mid-thigh.
Once back downstairs you're a ball of nervous energy, not knowing what you should do; you consider your options for a minute before pouring a glass of rosé and taking a couple of hearty gulps as you grab your phone. You call Joe's mom to let her know the news, both of you getting emotional before pulling it together. You promise to keep her updated before ending the call.
You take a couple more sips of the cold wine as you look around the kitchen. "I gotta do something. I need a distraction," you mutter, opening the pantry to check ingredients. "No pumpkin puree," you sigh, crossing pumpkin pie off the list of options for distraction baking. You continue to rummage until you settle on brownies. "They can't be plain brownies, though," you mumble under your breath, frantically digging in every corner of your pantry for something to add to make them special. "I don't have shit!" you wail, dropping to your knees in the kitchen floor and crying for several minutes until inspiration hits.
You immediately peel yourself off the floor and run to the candy jar, your bloodshot eyes lighting up at the sight of several Reese's peanut butter cups. "Fuck yes!" you shriek, catching sight of your reflection in the kitchen window. "Simmer down," you whisper to yourself, a little appalled at how unhinged you look. "You're making brownies not negotiating world peace."
You stay just a little on edge as you whip up a batch of brownies, chopping the peanut butter cups and folding them into the decadent batter, popping them in the oven just as your phone rings. You snatch it up, your pulse pounding when you see it's Joe calling.
"Are you okay?" you blurt, your voice giving away every single fear coursing through you.
"I'm fine, baby," he soothes. "Sorry I couldn't call you sooner."
"How bad is it?"
"They're not sure. It's maybe a grade 1 or 2 strain. They'll need to do more imaging to know. I'm gonna be fine, though." The silence stretches out for a few seconds before he speaks up again. "You okay?"
"Yeah," you lie. "What sounds good for dinner?"
"I've had a couple protein bars so maybe just a sandwich? Do we have some of that pasta salad left?"
"Yeah. How about a club sandwich and pasta salad?" you ask, not mentioning the brownies.
"Sounds great, I'll be home by 8:00."
"Love you," you whisper, biting your lip hard to keep from crying.
"Love you, too."
You send a text to Joe's mom to give her a quick update before checking on the brownies, the delicious smell that hits you as you crack the oven open putting the tiniest smile on your face. You drum your fingers against the quartz countertop as you countdown the minutes until the brownies are done. "Gotta do something else," you mutter, eventually deciding to make a salted caramel sauce to drizzle over the brownies.
Twenty-five minutes later you hear the garage door open; you throw your caramel-coated whisk down on the spoon rest and hurry to greet Joe, tears welling in your eyes when you see him limping a bit. "It's bad, isn't it?" you whisper, wrapping him in a tight hug as tears start streaming down your cheeks. "It's not that bad," he promises, wrapping his arms around you and leaning down to drop a kiss on your head. He smiles as you look up at him. "It's déjà vu though, right?" he continues, his gorgeous smile breaking your heart a little. "Yeah," you mutter. "It could've been way worse," he states. "I dodged a bullet."
One thing about Joe is that he refuses to feel sorry for himself; no matter how many times he suffers a setback, his positive attitude and mental toughness stay fully intact. It's one of the "intangibles" that the talking heads constantly refer to when singing his praises.
You think back to his devastating knee injury his rookie season in the NFL; you'd been absolutely distraught when it happened, locking yourself in the bathroom and crying in the shower so you wouldn't burden him with your sadness. After a few days of this he finally sat you down and opened up to you. You close your eyes as you remember the conversation …
"I know we haven't really talked about the injury," Joe said, "everything's been kinda crazy since it happened." You nodded your head and looked at your feet as he continued. "Listen, I'm super lucky this is just a season-ending injury and not career-ending. Football is a brutal sport; guys go down all the time with horrible injuries."
"But why did it have to be you?"
"Why not me?" he asked, wiping the tears off your cheeks. "I'm not special."
"You're special to me," you sniffed, your bottom lip trembling as you tried not to cry harder. He pressed a quick kiss on your lips before responding. "I know I'm special to you, baby, but the game doesn't play favorites. It's a setback for real," he continued, giving you a reassuring smile, "but I'm gonna come back better than ever, okay? I promise."
And he did come back better than ever, you think with a smile. He rehabbed the knee like a man possessed to be ready for week one, then went on to win Comeback Player of the Year after taking his team all the way to the Super Bowl wearing a gigantic knee brace. To say you were proud of him would be the understatement of the century.
"What are you thinking?" he asks, pulling you back to the present.
"Déjà vu … like you said" you answer. "The damn knee, the damn appendix and now this."
"At least the injuries are getting less serious," he grins. "Maybe next year it'll be a hangnail." You smile against his lips as he kisses you. "Do I smell brownies," he asks, lifting his head to sniff the air. "Yes," you giggle, following him as he gingerly walks into the kitchen, his eyes going wide when he sees the pan of brownies. "Should I just get a spoon and dig in?" he asks, hovering his face about an inch above the gooey confections while inhaling their aroma. "No, sir," you scold. "You need to have your dinner before dessert."
He turns around and hits you with a pouty look so powerful it could probably bring about world peace. "Just one before dinner?" he pleads, batting his long lashes when you roll your eyes. "Has anyone ever said no to this face?" you ask, pinching a cheek while he grins. "No, ma'am," he answers. "And I'm not about to start now," you admit, quickly cutting him a brownie and drizzling caramel sauce over it. He takes a bite, his eyes rolling back in his head as he chews. "Delicious! What's in it?" he asks after swallowing, taking an even bigger bite as you answer. "Peanut butter cups."
"Oh my God," he mutters, taking another bite. "This is my new fav."
"Glad you like it. Now, what do we need to do about that calf?"
"Oh yeah, we need to ice it -- 20 minutes on and off for the first 48 hours -- plus compression, elevation and over-the-counter pain meds as needed."
"Okay, let's go," you state, shooing him toward the living room; you get him settled on the sofa and pull the ottoman over, placing a pillow on top before helping him situate his leg on it. "Be right back with an ice pack," you say before heading for the kitchen. You come back a few minutes later and place the ice pack under his sore calf -- which is still sporting the black compression sleeve -- watching his face for signs of discomfort. "You want some ibuprofen?" you ask. "Nah. It doesn't hurt that bad."
"Good. I'm gonna go get your dinner ready." You take a couple steps toward the kitchen before spinning back around. "Have you called your mom?"
"I texted her."
"You need to call her, Joe. She won't relax until she hears your voice."
He cuts his eyes at you as he pulls his phone out of his pocket. "No wonder she likes you more than me," he grumbles, laughing when you flip him off.
~ ~ ~ a few days later ~ ~ ~
You squirt a hearty dab of toothpaste onto your brush and go to town on your teeth, trying to scour away all of the spicy, garlicky goodness from your cajun fettuccine dinner; you cut a glance over at Joe as you watch him do the same, both of you spitting, rinsing and gargling with mouthwash at the same time. "If synchronized gargling was an Olympic sport," he chuckles. "We'd def win gold." You smile at him as you reach for your moisturizer, your eyebrows heading for your hairline when he gives you a naughty wink before exiting the bathroom. You quickly finish your skincare regimen, cutting the bathroom light off before walking into the bedroom.
Joe is sprawled on the bed butt naked, the look on his face speaking volumes as you approach. "I know you wanted to be super careful with my leg, but it's feeling much better now. It's been forever since we had sex," he pouts.
"It's been a few days, horndog," you chuckle, your gaze raking over his beautiful body as he continues to plead his case.
"I lifted weights with the guys earlier today and it was just fine."
"But that was upper body," you state. "Sex is gonna be more lower body. We shouldn't risk it."
"Just get on top and do all the work," he orders, giving you a filthy grin.
"Boy, please," you chuckle. "Anytime I'm on top it feels like I'm riding a bucking bronco at the rodeo. No way you can be still."
"Mmmm, that reminds me. You still have that cowboy hat?"
"Yeah."
"Remember when I positioned that armchair in front of the full-length mirror?" he nods at one of the plush armchairs in the sitting area of your master bedroom.
"Mmm-hmm," you mutter, biting your lip as the erotic memory floods your senses : you -- wearing only a black cowboy hat and a sultry smile -- sitting reverse cowgirl on Joe's lap facing the mirror, your legs spread wide to accommodate his thick thighs. He made you cum twice playing with your nipples and clit, dipping his long fingers inside your aching core just enough to make you beg for more before pulling back and teasing you, his usually pale eyes dark with lust as he watched you in the mirror.
A jolt of heat sizzles through you when you remember how turned on you were at the sight of his big hands pleasuring you, at the feel of his lips and tongue on your sensitive neck. And that was just the appetizer. The main course was him slowly impaling you on his thick cock, his husky voice in your ear sending shockwaves of pleasure down your spine as you started to ride him -- slowly at first then gaining speed -- your and his eyes both glued to the sight of your bouncing breasts and the even more erotic sight of his glistening cock disappearing inside you. His hands on your waist as your third climax hit helped keep the rhythm steady as you came apart, throwing your head back and moaning his name as he continued to thrust into you, his own climax hitting a few heartbeats later. When you finally managed to catch your breath, you lifted your head and locked eyes with him in the mirror, giving a bemused chuckle at the fact that he somehow ended up wearing the cowboy hat plus a very cocky grin.
Joe loudly clearing his throat pulls you back from memory lane; you focus your gaze on him, noting he's wearing the same cocky grin from your fevered imaginings sans cowboy hat.
"You were thinking about it, weren't you?" he asks, his voice loaded with that husky tone that always makes your toes curl.
"Yeah," you admit, flicking a glance down at his erection. "Looks like I wasn't the only one." -- If there's anything in the universe hotter than this man butt naked and fully erect, you haven't seen it. You give him a slow once-over, a twinge of unease hitting you as you look at the therapeutic compression sleeve on his calf.
"Don't overthink it," Joe orders, easily reading you.
You shift your gaze from Joe's calf to his face. "What if I hurt you?"
"You're not gonna hurt me, baby," he soothes. "Besides," he continues, gesturing at his erection. "We can't turn back now. One of us is gonna have to handle this, and I'm really hoping it's you."
You give a nod before stripping your t-shirt off and crawling between his legs, being super careful to avoid his hurt calf as you get settled. You flatten your tongue against his shaft and work your way up, tracing a prominent vein all the way to the tip before swirling your tongue over his plum-shaped head, sucking lightly as he fists his hands in your hair and … aggressively thrusts his hips up. "Don't move!" you order, throwing a glance over your shoulder at his hurt leg before getting back to work. This same scenario plays out a few more times before you sit back on your heels, spit and precum coating your chin and a pissed-off look on your face.
"I'm moving my hips not my leg," he argues. "If you were watching it happen you'd realize that." You give him a skeptical look as he makes a hand gesture. "Flip around," he urges. "Then you can look directly at my leg."
"Flip around?"
"Sixty-nine," he states.
You narrow your eyes at him. "You just want me to sit on your face."
"Well duh," he chuckles, "but you'll be able to look directly at my calf instead of whiplashing your head around when I make the tiniest movements."
You chew on your lip for a minute before sliding your panties off, your already throbbing core approaching nuclear meltdown as Joe licks his lips in anticipation; you sling a leg over his waist intending to gently work your way back, a surprised squeal escaping your lips when he grabs your hips and tugs you toward his face, his tongue immediately buried in your slit as you try to regain your balance. "Careful," you breathe, giving one last look at his injured calf before taking him deep, your whimpers and moans tickling his cock in a way that has him cumming well before you, his big hands holding you in place as he continues to pleasure you until you follow him over the edge.
You roll off of Joe (away from the bad leg) and stare at the ceiling, gasping for breath for several minutes before speaking up. "Is your leg okay?"
"It's fine, babe," he pants, reaching a hand out to pat your leg.
You eventually ease off the bed and head to the bathroom, cleaning yourself up before bringing a damp cloth out to clean Joe up, snuggling against him when you're done.
Several minutes pass with only the sound of the ceiling fan before Joe speaks up. "Sooo, as soon as my calf is fully healed, I think we need to do the whole armchair, mirror, cowboy hat thing again."
"I agree," you whisper, pressing a kiss on his chest.
"At least that gives me something to look forward to," he muses.
You lift your head up and lock eyes with him. "Getting back on the football field is something to look forward to, right?"
"Sure," he admits. "But it's def not as exciting as watching you ride me reverse cowgirl in a mirror."
"Yee-haw," you chuckle, pressing another kiss on his chest before snuggling against him, smiling to yourself as he pulls you close.
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mini skirt (m). joe burrow
pairings: joe burrow x reader
description: joe loves it whenever you wear your favorite skirt
warnings: smut, bathroom sex, yall know the deal,
Minors DNI!!! (STAY AWAY)
A/N: this is just a little something I wrote on a road trip to bypass time, hope yall enjoy :)
It was no secret that Joe loves you in anything. Your sense of style is one of the major things that caught his attention, your styling method depicts from your personality perfectly. The playful looks, edgy ensembles, and finally to his favorite which is a deliberately cutesy, feminine approach. Why? It's simple really, you know how to rock the hell out of a tennis skirt. Every time.
Usually he'd know how to easily contain himself, he does with almost every other clothing you sport, so why does he loses senses when you sway around in a skirt? Again, another simple answer, you look fucking hot. And you were wearing the favored peice of clothing, as you sat on your knees in front of the couch playing a video game with his two nephews. His parents invited you two over for a mini family gathering, it was a relatively nice day outside and his dad decided to put something on the grill. It was the perfect day for it. Joe was currently in the kitchen chatting it up with his brothers, however his attention was most certainly not on the meaningless conversation, from where he was standing he had a clear eye view of you obliviousto his occasional stare. The skirt compliments you well, thin, short and above all gives easy access to the heaven he's experienced multiple times that's between your thighs.
When he first seen you in it, his mind went into automatic mode, and he wanted to take you right then and there, but you two were already running late and he didn't want to make his parents wait any longer so he swallowed his pride and proceeded to suffer.
How long have you guys been here? He checked his watch. Thirty minutes.
That was definitely too early to leave.
He felt like a stalker as his eyes continued to move past his brother's head on to you, watching the skirt flare around your lustrous thighs teasing him and your face expressions weren't helping either with your hair being pulling back by a black hairband he couse see every facial movement, eyes furrowed and your bottom lip in between teeth due to the intensity of the game , it was simply exotic even though you weren't trying to be.
But thats the thing with you isn't it?, you don't have to necessarily do anything for him to be sprung over. It drove him crazy and yet has him absorbed. Now Joe was never the one to have sex anywhere else besides his own home, and most certainly he never entertain the idea of having it at his parents house, but the temptation grew every minute and technically he once lived here, in fact his bedroom was still intact so that must count for something right? Now he just need the perfect opportunity to pull you away.
"So what do you say Joe?" The voice of his brother interrupting his thoughts.
"Hm?" He said peeling his eyes away from you and one to his expectant brothers.
"Golfing this weekend, you wanna go?" His other brother asked, looking him amused.
"Yeah, I'm down." Joe nodded, trying to appear present. The sound of a phone ringing grabbed his attention, he flicked his eyes over at you again watching you pause the game causing his nephews to let out a sound of despair. You said something to them more likely telling them to resume the game as you took the call, getting up from your position from the floor you headed towards the kitchen.
"Hey Joe, anywhere I can take this?" You said after acknowledging his brothers with a polite smile.
Perfect opportunity.
"Either my old bedroom or the bathroom." He told you. "Who is it by the way?"
"My sister, probably wanting to talk about her wedding." You shrugged, before heading down the hall. Joe eyes trailed down to your backside loving the way your skirt swirl with every step you take.
He stood there talking with his brothers for a few more minutes, and in those minutes you had not come back giving him the perfect opportunity to seize his plan.
"I'm going to go check on y/n." He said smoothly as possible, looking at his brother's faces to see if they knew he was up to no good.
"Alright, I'm gonna go out and help dad with the grill I can hear mom yelling at him from all the way in here." His brother said, shaking his head.
The trio chuckled, before Joe sat his cup down and marched down the hall. He checked to see if you were in his bedroom, empty, bathroom it is then . He licked his lips as he knocked on the door.
"Who is it?" You asked, after hanging up the phone.
"It's Joe, I'm coming in." He answers back, feeling like the big horny wolf getting ready to tear your walls down. It's almost comical how needy you've managed to make him, all because of a goddamn skirt.
As soon as you opened the door he immediately slipped past the crack barging himself in, you looked at him in surprise wondering why the hell he seem in such of a hurry?
"If you wanted the bathroom Joe, you could've just said so." You said watching him shut the door, thinking he had to take a really bad piss by his hurried movement.
"I didn't come in here for that." He simply states.
Many new dirty thoughts entered his mind when you looked at him curiously, head tilted to the side as you eyed him, fingers fiddled with hems of your skirt. He almost groan outloud how tempting you look.
"Everything alright?" You said to him.
He responded with a simple nod, yes. However the tent, in his pants said otherwise. He strode forward positioning himself behind you, meeting his eyes in the mirror you could very much tell he was up to no good. Joe could hear you intake a breath when he pressed himself against you, leaning his chin down on your shoulder, you could feel him, it caught you by surprise. You knew earlier he was horny as hell, but thought he got over it. His large hand gripped your waist firmly, as he peppered tiny kisses on your cheek down to your neck.
"What are you doing?" You giggled nervously, you'd be damned if he encouraged you to have a quickie in the bathroom with just his family outside the door. This would be your third time ever coming to his parents house, and you didn't want it to be the last.
"You're driving me crazy, baby." He murmured by your ear as you squirm in his grasp.
"I'm not doing anything," You said with a confused tone not once did you intentionally tease him today, you tried to ignore him subtly grinding against your backside the thin fabric of your skirt made it easier for you to feel him.
"You don't have to," He his hand that was on your waist traveled down to your bare thigh, however before he could go any further you pushed it away. "Why are you pulling away?"
"Because there's no way, we're having se-" You started to say but was cut off by your own moan when Joe gently sucked on the side of your neck.
His hand went back to your thigh but instead of going any higher he settled for just caressing it. You would've told a total lie if you stated that you weren't turned on right now, the man that stood behind you could tell as well.
"You in this fucking skirt, is the problem." He sighed deeply, as if he was in complete distress—which he is due to his need to be inside you.
"Joe just wait until we get home." You whined out biting back a moan, when he pushed you up against the sink and slip his hand up your skirt.
"I can't baby, please let me have you." He mumbles placing kisses alongside your neck, his begging eyes met yours through the mirror.
The resistance you once had began crumbling down when you seen how desperate he was, and the feel of his fingers making hooking around the waistband of your underwear.
"Okay, hurry and no teasing." As soon as youbgave him the go, he was already pulling your panties to the side burying his fingers in your slit feeling the famaliar warmth.
He sighed out in blissfulness pleased at what he felt, feeling you deep, warm, and oh so wet. You clenched around his digits, sucking them inside. He motions his fingers in and out for while, earning a quiet moan from you, each time you were getting louder so much he reaches his free hand to cover your mouth.
"Shhh, you gotta keep quiet, okay?" He looks at you through the mirror, watching you nod your head in response.
Once he took his hand away his other hand that was buried deep in you pulled away as well, causing you to let out a small whimper missing the feeling already. You wanted him in you already, fiending for that ache whenever he does slip inside as you squeeze him further in.
Joe fiddles with the button of his jeans as you await in eagerness along with a sense of rush. The sound of his zipper were finally heard before you felt him place a hand in the middle of your back encouraging to lean forward against the sink restingyour forearms . Your eyes locked on him in mirror watching him bit his lip as he angles your hips right where he wants it. His eyes met yours, giving you a sly wink before playfully pinching one of your cheeks .
"Ow!" You hissed quietly, wiggling your hips. "What was that for?"
"Having me completely crazy about you." He said before pushing his tip between your puffy folds, his aching cock slowly pushes past your entrance. A gasp leave your lips from the intrusion, as he goes deeper and deeper until he was in to the hilt.
There was no denying how incredibly full he made you feel, his tip reaches your cervix every time especially in this position. Fitting together perfectly, like two puzzle pieces.
As much as he wants to relish at the feel of you, he also knows that you two are on limited amount of time before someone in his family start to wonder where the hell you were.
He gave you no time to adjust when he plunges in you,before a scream could escape you quickly bit down on your arm squeezing your eyes shut . Joe starts to go to town, hips rhythmically meet yours, gripping your hips tightly admiring the way your head toss wildly from his forceful thrusts. You looked intoxicating, standing before him bent over in your mini skirt as you fucked passionately. He took notice of your eyes being closed, and didn't like it not one bit, you need to see what he's been blessed with seeing, how alluring you were.
"Open your eyes, see how pretty you are—fuck." He grunts out, a struggled moan escapes your throat when you peeled your eyes open coming face to face with your reflection. A little smudge of mascara due to the small prickle of tears from holding back is underneath your eyes, as sheen of sweat glisten on your forehead. You looked completely hung up.
Immediately you shut your eyes not wanting to see what a mess you were, however Joe of course wasn't having any of that.
The quarterback mumbles a "nuh-uh" before gripping you up and holding you against his chest. His movements stopping completely causing you to snap your eyes back open, your expression contorts into a whine.
"Joey why'd you stop?" You complained, holding on to his forearms which circles around your mid section.
He met your eyes, placing his chin on your shoulder. "Say you're pretty."
"W-what?" You stuttered out, being taking off guard by his order.
"You heard me, say it." He said never once taking his eyes off you.
"I'm pretty." You said in whisper, feeling his cock throb inside you. His hips began to grind against yours causing the tip of his cock brush your g spot.
"Again." He mumbles in your neck, his thrust building back up.
"I'm pretty." This time you moaned it out, never once closing your eyes. A string of profanities came from Joe has goosebumps sent up on his skin at the sound of you praising yourself.
The knot in below you navel wounds up on the edge of exploding from pleasure, falling in dephs of blissfulness.
"I'm so pretty." You mindlessly whispered out in a hush, admiring yourself being handled perfectly by the man who you couldn't think to love any less.
Joe couldn't help but to pepper you with kisses, mumbling. "Hell yeah, you are."
He takes one hand and travels it underneath your skirt, to rub your clit with a possible haste beckoning your release. His sweet words were enough to send you over the brink, his hand quickly went to cover your mouth as you sobbed out a moan, your knees were threatening to give out only for you to be held up by Joe. Tears of pleasure drips down your cheeks, and on to his hand, not a second later after witnessing such a beautiful release from you, and with a couple more of sloppy thrust Joe reached his end spilling his warm seed deeply.
Slowly as he could he slips his softened cock out of you, in complete awe, no matter how many times you two have sex he would never get enough of the state of your fucked out state.
"All because of a skirt?" Your voice breathless,
Joe shrugged, hugging you tight. "You know how I get when where those things."
Just as you were about to respond a knock at the door cause you both to freeze in fear.
"Joe? Y/N? Are you guys in there right now!"
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Then There Were Three
Summery: moments throughout your pregnancy
Warnings: fluff, kissing
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2 months along
I was in the kitchen making lunch when I heard joes footsteps walk along the hallway.
“How was your workout?”-you
He looks up at you and smiles.
“It was good!”- Joe
He was wearing some black shorts and a bengals compression shirt. His hair was growing out and was wet from sweating.
Joe came behind you and rubbed your belly.
“How are you feeling?”- Joe
“I’m feeling alright, still very tired.”- you
“Well I’m going to shower and when I’m done we can take a nap! How does that sound?”- joe
“Sounds amazing!”- you
He unwraps his arms from your stomach and kisses your hair before heading upstairs to shower.
After a 20 minutes you have already eaten and cleaned the kitchen and now sitting on the couch watching your phone.
Joe comes around the couch and sits down then puts his left arm on your thigh.
“Shower was good?”- you
You look up at him and he looks back at you.
“Yep!”-joe
You two talk for a while about joes workout and his upcoming games.
“I’m getting tired want to take a nap?”-you
“Yes!”- joe
You laugh and move into joes embrace. He lays down and you put your head on his chest and your left arm on his stomach tracing shapes on his lower abdomen. Joe puts his hand on your growing stomach and rubs it.
“I love what you have going on over here!”-joe
“Haha! You mean my stomach with your baby in it?”- you
“Yeah! It looks hot on you!”- joe
You both laugh
“Oh shut up burrow and go to sleep.”-you
“Fine! I love you!”- joe
“Love you more!”- you
“Not possible.”- joe
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5 months along
“Joe, we got to get going!”- you
“Ok”-joe
You and Joe are going to your nieces 5th birthday party at your brother’s house. You are so excited to see family and friends. You’re wearing your regular y/n outfit which consists of a black short sleeve bodysuit and Jean shorts with some cute sneakers. Joe was wearing black shorts and Nike polo shirt with his famous Cartier glasses.
Joe walked down the stairs and into the kitchen where you were packing your purse.
You look cute!-you
Thanks! You look hot!-joe
Joe came next to you and leaned against the kitchen counter.
“I see you pulled out the Cartier’s.”- you
“You know it!”- joe
“Haha! Alright let’s get going babe.”- you
You guys walk to out the house and into Joe’s big Porsche.
“What should we listen to?”-you
“Kid cudi!”-joe
“K!”- you
It only takes about 20 minutes to get to your brother’s place so not that long of a drive. Once pulled up into the driveway you stay in the car knowing Joe would get mad if you got out yourself.
“Thank you!”-you
“Of course babe!”-joe
You both lock hands and walk into the house. As you walk through the hallway there were pink and purple balloons everywhere and kids running around.
“Jeez! Look at all these kids.”-joe
“Haha! You know that’s going to be us soon right?”-you
“And I can’t wait baby.”-joe
You both laugh and make your way to your family. your parents and some cousins were all around one table laughing. Your mom quickly notices you and Joe and opens her arms for a hug.
“Hi mom!”-you
“Hey baby! So happy you are here! How are you feeling?”-your mom
“I feel ok. A little tired but I’m happy we came.”-you
“Good!” -Your mom
Your mom then goes and hugs Joe and ask how he is as you go to your dad and cousins to say hello.
“So Joe and y/n this is going to be you soon!”-your dad
You rub your belly and Joe puts his arm around your waist and squeezes you gently.
“I know! It’s crazy!”-you
“Yeah! We were talking about it on our way in.”-joe
You look up at Joe with so much love in your eyes and he looks down at you on his glasses and smiles.
“You guys are going to be great parents!”- your aunt
“Thank you!”-you and Joe
After a few hours the party ends and you say your goodbyes to the birthday girl and your family and head out.
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7 months along
Pregnancy is hitting you like a brick. You are so tired and nauseous all the time. But for these last couple of days you haven’t felt so bad. So you decided to not ruin these next few days you have of feeling good and relaxed until the sickness kicks in again and you have to prepare your house for everything baby.
It’s Sunday night football in chilly Cincinnati and you are going to watch the game. You put on a black,long sleeve bodysuit and then your tights and jeans over it. You then go into the bathroom to put your makeup on and do your hair. Joe already left an hour ago to go to the stadium so you had the house all to yourself. This was probably one of the very last moments you have the house all to your self until the baby arrives. Joe decided to take a leave for the next couple of weeks until the playoff games so he can spend every single second with you and in the house getting everything set up for your baby boy. Once done on the bathroom you grab your long coat and head out the door.
You drive to the stadium with Robin and Jimmy. They ask you how you are feeling and you guys also talked about joe and the game. Once arrived at Paycor you guys head towards the tunnel to the field to see Joe warm up. As you get on the field you pull you wrap your coat around your bump because people still don’t know that you are pregnant but that’s all going to change because you and Joe decided to announce it tonight after the game. You rarely go onto the field to watch but Joe wanted to see you and that’s also how you are going to announce to the world that you are pregnant which is by taking pictures out on the field. You and Joe both decided that’s how you are going to announce the baby because football is a big part of your lives and this baby is now also going to be a big part so you decided to combine the two by taking a pic on the field with Joe and showing your bump. People were already speculating that you were pregnant so you just decided to post some pictures.
As you walk on to the field with joes parents Joe spots you and runs over. People go crazy! They are all screaming joes name and you still can’t believe that people do that.
“Hey baby!”- joe says hugging you
“Hi babe!”-you
Joe then moves one to hugs his parents and then right back to you.
“How are you feeling? Are you cold?”-joe
“Haha! Im fine joe. Im just happy to see you play and be here before you take off for a bit.”-you
“Ok good! Oh should we take those pictures?”-joe
“Oh yeah, we should!”-you
You had Robin your phone and she takes the cutest pictures ever! Joe is in his all white uniform with a big smile on his face with one arm around your waist and the other hand on your belly and you put one arm on his back and the other hand also on your belly with the biggest smile. She took a few more with you and Joe looking at each other laughing and smiling. You know Joe isn’t a big fan of PDA so for him to do this is really special and he also gave you a kiss in front of everyone! You and joes parents were both surprised but of course you kiss him back and wished him good luck and you and his parents then head up to the suit to watch the game.
The bengals won of course and you were so happy. You head down with joes family to the family area just outside and right out front of Paycor. As you see Joe he gives you a big hug and a kiss and your heart was so full knowing you have an amazing husband and baby boy on the way who parents love him so much already.
As you and Joe walk to the car Joe says something that made your heart even more full then it can be.
“I love you y/n and I’m so excited to be a dad and I know you will be the most amazing mom.”-joe
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The end!
Authors note: so cute!! Just little moments that make your heart full!🤭
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𝐄𝐏𝐈𝐏𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐘
〚 𝐉. 𝐓𝐎𝐘𝐄 〛
𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 ➛ language, mention of injury
𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓 ➛ anonymous: Can you write something with Joe Toye and prompt nineteen from the happy prompts please? — prompt used: "you missed me ?", "maybe - but don't go thinking too much about it”
𝐁𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇 𝐀 𝐒𝐍𝐎𝐖-𝐋𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐏 amidst Bastogne’s icy Hell, Y/N Y/L/N begrudgingly welcomed the recreation of a card game, the deck a poached token from a Kraut’s frigid corpse — per Muck’s retelling after his patrol with Lipton.
“You gonna take a turn or what?” George poked at the side of her threadbare boot with his own, voice subdued by how he had burrowed his face into his thin scarf.
“My fingers are too cold to even move them,” her voice rose with a miffed touch to it, meeting the wintry cloud of her breath.
“All of our fingers are,” Penkala grumbled, corpse-colored fingers cramping as he shuffled around his cards, “Lost the feeling in ‘dem awhile ago, actually.”
Perconte smirked knowingly from beneath the arch of his helmet, “You gotta keep them moving — keeps the blood flowing. That’s what Doc Roe told me.”
George cast an unamused sidelong glimpse to the man, eyes subtly trimmed with water at the rage of winter blast that funneled through the gap in the tarp.
“Congrats.”
Muck and Penkala laugh, unrestrained by the calamity that rippled in tides beyond the thin material of their cover. Y/N begrudged a simper, one corner of her mouth perked more so than the other, Perconte rolling his eyes at their easy amusement at his expense.
“Well, you ain’t gonna be laughing when I can beat your asses to the breakfast line this mornin’,” the dark-haired soldier huffed with certainty, tucking away his respective dealing of cards into his jacket flap and hoisting himself out of their tomb of frigid dirt, “I’ll be first in Dominguez’s line. Food will still be actually hot.”
Then, he’s off towards the propped tent that is the poor substitute for a mess hall, a childlike ferocity in his boot-anchored footfalls through the crumbly snow.
George sniffed out a resemblance of a scoff, slack in his departure from their hellhole in the Earth’s soil, aware that the substance the Airborne was touting as food would at least dim the spasm of hunger in his stomach, and may allow him to sleep with more ease. Muck and Penkala mirror his listless foot hauls up the foxhole’s embankment, minds of similar notion and mouths mumbling of how ‘at least they had snow to eat to force down the damn dog food’ they were to consume for breakfast.
George extended a hand down to Y/N, crystalline snowflakes taking their dance around him, and the pair in collective agreement that the act of chivalry was a violation to her staunch declaration of solitude, but additionally in mediation that the healing bullet wound in her thigh rendered her at the aid of such acts. Her frigid hand stretched through the distance of ice-crystallized air between them, and she’s out of the concave of frozen Earth with a few cumbersome footsteps that resound with a crunch.
“Damn, he runnin’ like there’s a home cooked meal by mama dearest over there,” Muck chuckled, the display of amusement flourishing in a vapor in front of his smirking mouth, a gloved hand gesturing to Perconte’s restrained dash towards the vacant breakfast line.
“Nah, but maybe there’s the next best thing — at least for Y/N,” Puck mused as the four of them fall into a gradual pace towards the tent, chin tilting deliberately in direction of the soldier alongside Dominguez as he jabbed at the concoction he’d be portioning to the 506th with a ladle.
“Joseph Toye!” the grin on George’s face may have just melted the snow beneath their boots, the sight of the bandaged man rushing a wind underneath his languid footsteps as he hastened towards him now, Y/N’s wrist at his mercy as she cumbersomely kept pace with a hobble.
The new man of the hour entertained the greeting with a turn of his head away from his dulling conversation with Dominguez, a vague smile as rare as the sun in Bastogne’s arctic wasteland, tilting on his mouth. But George wasn’t the recipient of the rare sight.
The musings of a crush had been the entertainment for the lighthearted dispositions of Muck, Penkala, and George, the characters of their late-night fabrications being Y/N and Joe.
Crush. It was an infantile word, a bitter concoction in her veins, a vexing itch in her brain because, fuck, how cliche?! This wasn't a schoolyard alight with the early afternoon sun, they weren't young children with the residue of afternoon play on their knees and hands. They stand amidst mental and physical devastation instead, residue of respective wounds from the same deluge of German artillery on their bodies.
“You missed me, Y/L/N?” Joe dealt out his own poke at her in acknowledgment of her presence alongside George.
“Maybe — but don’t go thinking about it too much, Toye,” she doesn’t allow the poke to pierce anything beyond the facade of nonchalance she bears on her skin; there’s the dwellings of a elephant-sized gape of tension between them, a runoff of what had occurred prior to his hastened departure for the town’s hospital.
It was an ambush that evoked a dot-to-dot variation of thinking; an instinct to survive darts along a neuropath towards a prayer for quick strides towards salvation, to knowing you may have to haphazardly toss yourself like a rag-doll into a foxhole to achieve that wish for survival. Despite her mind and body being throttled with an ache of exhaustion from a day of patrols and pissing wars with the Germans, she’s still forcing herself across the lumps of snow towards her foxhole. Enemy artillery graffitied the black heavens above the forest canopy, whistling its deadly tune as it arched down towards the snowy ground, trembling the Earth as it blackens the stark white with its explosive gift. Her lungs are supposed to be warm, yet they’re capsules of ice as she sprinted clumsily across the pearly snow mounds, hands bearing down on her helmet — her ears. Her eyes flutter moments away from a squint, enough vision spared to navigate the murky landscape that heaves in resistance from the foreign destructive forces that tremble it. A hand encircled her forearm, and if Germany’s wrath wasn’t sprinkling down around her now, she would’ve swung around and uppercut the damn person.
“Come on!”
It’s Easy’s hothead Joseph Toye, and he’s screaming at her to throw herself into a foxhole nestled outside the path of artillery. The dot-to-dot thinking deluges into her mind and body’s inner workings, and she’s falling into a cumbersome haste towards the hole in the soil. Their boots are significant inches away from sliding down the concave and away from the fiery blaze, when the telltale whistle of an approaching mortar sings its deadly song behind their backs, imploding impossibly close, and they’re thrown away from each other.
“Damn,” Toye huffed his laughter, response familiar of his tendency to offer anything further than a generic or quick-witted few words.
“That hurt more than the artillery, Joe?” Perconte’s toothy smile staked a rivalry with the alabaster snow bristling against the soles of their boots. His elbow facetiously nudged at the fellow Italian, scooping a gulp of breakfast into his leering mouth.
Joe’s piqued side-eyed gaze had the rare ability to properly shut up the chatterbox that is Frank Perconte. The shorter man tensely ambled off, akin to a dog with its tail between its legs.
“Jesus, Joe, you give Bastogne a run for its money,” George mused of the man’s cold disposition, extending a metal mug of Dominguez’s concoction towards Y/N.
She begrudgingly accepted the semblance of food whilst Penakala and Skip giggle like schoolgirls on either side of her.
“He just wants to put on a machismo front for Y/N here,” Penkala shrugged, whirling his spoon around his mug with no heed for the duel glare poised at him by Y/N and Joe.
“Been there, done that,” Skip chorused in to his friend’s capering words, “Y/N is immune to that bullshit.”
The woman at the center of their back-and-forth merely occupied herself with the warmth of the food, rather than step into the trap sprung by their provoking words. And Joe is slightly amused at her insouciance, yet doesn’t jilt his stony facade with it.
“Skip, my friend, you couldn’t win over a girl even if she was blind as a bat and deaf as a doornail,” George smirked mid-swallow, gesturing his utensil towards the Tonawanda man.
“Shit, no one is safe — go from harassing Perconte to tickling Joe’s ego to flat out insulting me,” Skip scoffed, feigning indignation yet the insult doesn’t extend to his jovial brown eyes.
“And while it’s all amusing, I have to go do my morning check-in with Winters,” Y/N exhaled with unfounded sorrow for her departure beckoned by the First Sergeant emblem on her uniform.
“Ah, tell the good captain that we’re freezing our asses off out here and can’t even be compensated with edible food,” George proclaimed despite their distance not warranting such volume.
Muck and Penkala grunted some susurration of agreement in the midst of forcing down the slosh in their mugs.
Y/N gladly forsakes her food, pouring the lumpy remnants into George’s cup, a sputtering of dismay resounding from him like machine-gun fire.
“Hm, perhaps I’ll tell him you enjoyed it so much you had seconds,” she clicked her tongue, placing the begrimed apparatus onto the table beneath the food tent.
She retreated then, footsteps listless in the snowfall, an endowment from the wound in her thigh. She’s additionally keen to realize that there’s an echo of sloshed footsteps that accompanies her own.
“You will only entertain them further, you know,” Y/N doesn’t question how some corner of her consciousness distinguished the footfalls as Joseph Toye’s.
“Let ‘em,” his indifference is uncanny, and she cast a sidelong glimpse at him to convey as much.
“The hospital’s full of boys who wish they could joke and laugh like ‘em,” Joe dubiously exacted his gaze with hers, and she doesn’t prod to know any further of what those hospital walls possessed beyond them.
“Also just wanted to see how your leg was,” he murmured, the reluctance filtering into his voice now as if peeved that he would be so explicit with his concern.
“Doc Roe removed some shrapnel ‘bout a week ago, bandaged it…just have a lame limp now,” she adorned a thin smile, their pace gradual towards the makeshift CP amidst the tree trunks, “You?”
He shrugged, the subtle lift of his shoulder vexing the wound on his upper body as wrinkles of ache coiled around his eyes, “Nothing that won’t heal.”
She languidly nodded, the slowness of her head a product of the awkwardness that danced brilliantly around them now.
“On that night, why were you out of your foxhole?” her voice resembled his own previous murmur, her gaze engaging the landscape approaching rather than his eyes, “You weren’t assigned to patrol.”
Joseph Toye may have been selective of his words but he wasn’t a man who would admit to the defeat of being hushed by another’s own. His eyes are staunchly set on the horizon, a classic maneuver of someone who’d prefer to abandon this conversation with haste.
“Couldn’t have our sergeant being blown to bits,” he eventually remarked, candid and emotionless. The response would have dismayed anyone else, yet Y/N could pride herself to be something of a keen observer with gratitudes towards her military training.
“A sergeant who is capable of finding cover herself, hm?” she subtly smirked, stare still afloat in front of her, “I call bullshit, Toye.”
“Who’s entertaining themselves now?” she’s washed with a reticent shock at his chuckled retort, certain her aforementioned words were something of a shovel that trenched a hole for her.
“Your words make me think it’s beyond entertainment now,” she frankly hummed, pace collapsing into a casual halt, Toye mirroring her almost immediately.
“Maybe,” he looked at her once more, eyes betraying him on every front that implored indifference.
A vague spread of warmth creased her cheeks, foreign beneath the frigidness of Bastogne, and she bowed her head at him in departing but indicative of something he recognized as an invitation, “I’ll see you later, Toye.”
Then, she’s off towards CP, and he can’t ignore the crack in the chemical buffer that always kept him in equilibrium with indifference and bitterness. It’s her — the spitfire first sergeant — that had disrupted that stability… and he ultimately greeted it as his own.
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