Girl We All Saw That

girl we all saw that

50 Shades of Burrow - P1

Summary: I'm too tired to write a summary, sorry not sorry.

Contains/Warnings: NSFW Content, Some CNC, Begging, Virgin, Dry humping, Almost PnV, Slight fingering, Degrading, Praising, Probably more on top of not proofread!

Pairings: Cocky dom!joe x shy virgin!reader

Word count:  10,171

A/N: Ill be making this into a IU, depending on the feedback this gets! teehee

His fingers traced lazy patterns on your bare thigh, just beneath the hem of your skirt, the light touch sending electricity through your skin. His touch was like fire, each graze igniting a trail of heat that made your breath hitch in your throat. You could almost hiss at the intimacy of such an innocent gesture, but instead, you bit down on your lip, suppressing the soft whimper that threatened to escape.

A smug smirk curled on his lips, his gaze fixed on your reactions, making you question if you were failing miserably at hiding the effect he had on you. You tried to snap out of it, reminding yourself it was just his hand on your thigh—but the way his fingers teased your skin made it feel like so much more.

When his nails began to gently scratch at your flesh, the sensation sent a shockwave of pleasure through you. The burning from his earlier touch intensified, and you swallowed hard, your legs shifting slightly as you fought the urge to give in completely. Your mind raced, trying to maintain some composure, but his teasing was relentless.

"What’s on your mind, doll?" His deep voice cut through the haze of your thoughts, making you realize you had been staring at his hand, lost in the sight of his fingers against your skin. You blinked, looking up at him, and immediately, your eyes locked with his. The heat in his gaze mirrored the fire in your body.

"Nothin’," you mumbled, but your voice betrayed you. The word came out shaky, uncertain. You quickly turned your face away, unable to handle the intensity of his eyes, but before you could retreat any further, his hand left your thigh and gripped your chin, gently but firmly guiding your face back toward him.

His thumb stroked your bottom lip as he leaned in, his tongue flicking out to wet his own. His brow arched, and the look in his eyes wasn’t just a warning—it was a challenge.

"Y/N," he warned, his voice low and commanding, sending a shiver down your spine. "I need to know what’s going on up there." His gaze was unwavering, demanding the truth, but your thoughts were too scattered to form a coherent answer.

You shrugged, the movement small and uncertain, the weight of your desire pressing heavy on your chest. How could you possibly explain what he was doing to you without completely unraveling? His eyes darkened at your response, the corner of his mouth twitching as if he knew exactly how much power he had over you.

"Just..." you whispered, voice trailing off as Joe's fingers abandoned your face and made their way back to your thigh. Except this time, they crept higher, slipping just under the edge of your skirt, sending jolts of electricity through your skin. His touch was firm, deliberate, and your breath caught in your throat as he teased you. The heat between your legs started to pool, making it nearly impossible to think straight.

"Hmm?" Joe’s deep voice rumbled, pulling you from your daze. His eyes locked on yours, that cocky, knowing smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. "I can practically see the wheels turning in that pretty little head of yours. What’s going on up there? Tell me—just what?"

He knew exactly what he was doing—every single move. The way his fingertips brushed your skin, how his gaze bore into yours with that devilish grin, like he could feel the effect he had on you. Your heart raced, cheeks burning with a mix of embarrassment and desire, your voice barely a whisper when you finally spoke. "I just... I like how you’re touching me."

Your face flushed, the admission sounding so much dirtier out loud than it had in your head. You wanted to shrink away, to hide from the embarrassment of saying something so raw, but Joe’s reaction was far from what you expected. His smirk twisted into a wicked grin, eyes darkening with an intensity that made your stomach flutter.

"Yeah?" His voice was thick, dripping with satisfaction as his hand on your thigh tightened slightly. Without warning, he grabbed your waist and pulled you closer, your body sliding against his until you were almost in his lap, your legs thrown over his. The air between you both crackled with tension, and your breath hitched as the sensation of his firm grip on your waist sent shivers through you.

"You like the way I’m touching you, huh?" His voice was low, almost a growl, as if confirming what you said, though it felt more like a command than a question. The words rolled off his tongue with an intoxicating heat that made your head spin. Your thighs squeezed together instinctively, trying to stave off the ache that was building, and Joe noticed, his eyes flicking down before a soft chuckle rumbled in his chest.

"Words, baby," he murmured, his tone teasing but firm.

"Y-yes," you stammered, barely able to form the word as you nodded. "I do."

His grin widened as he leaned in, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear, his breath hot and heavy, sending a shiver down your spine. "Tell me what you like about it," he whispered, his voice low and husky, the kind that made your knees weak.

Before you could even try to answer, his lips found the sensitive skin of your neck, pressing slow, deliberate kisses there. Each one felt like a slow burn, pulling you further under his spell. His lips lingered, teeth grazing ever so slightly before his mouth opened, laying down a hot, open-mouthed kiss that made you gasp softly. You couldn’t help it; your body was on fire, every nerve alive with his touch.

"It makes me feel good," you finally breathed, your voice barely a whisper, trembling as his lips continued their assault on your neck. Your pulse raced beneath his mouth, and he didn’t miss a beat, his kisses turning deeper, more insistent.

"Good, huh?" Joe’s voice was a deep rumble against your skin, his lips curling into a smile as he kissed along your jawline. His hand slid further up your thigh, teasing dangerously close to where you wanted him most. His fingers danced lightly, never quite reaching, keeping you on edge.

"Tell me more, baby," he urged, his lips grazing your earlobe, nibbling it gently before pulling back to look into your eyes. The intensity in his gaze was enough to make your breath hitch again. "How does it make you feel when I touch you like this?"

His fingers finally brushed against your inner thigh, dangerously close to where your need had pooled, and a soft whimper escaped your lips. 

"I... I can’t think," you admitted, your voice barely a breath as you felt his fingers teasing you just under the edge of your panties. His lips found your neck again, sucking gently on your pulse point, and you bit your lip to stifle a moan.

"That’s my girl," he murmured against your skin, his voice sending vibrations through your body, “all worked up just from my touch, can't even answer a simple question.."

His words, his touch, the way he was looking at you—it was too much. You felt like you were going to explode from the tension, from how badly you wanted him, and Joe knew it. He thrived on it. His thumb brushed over the seam of your panties, making you jolt, and a wicked grin spread across his face.

Joe groaned softly, the sound vibrating against your lips as he pressed a kiss to your mouth, slow and deep. His hands were everywhere now, his grip firm, his touch setting your skin ablaze, and the game—the world—faded away, leaving just the two of you.

His lips moved with a deliberate, slow power, trailing up your jawline before finally capturing yours in a kiss that felt like pure fire. Naturally, you kissed back, your lips parting to welcome him. The taste of vanilla lingered on his tongue, sweet but intoxicating, drawing a soft whimper from deep in your throat. The sound of your need slipped through, and the kiss quickly became more heated, more urgent.

Feeling a surge of boldness, your hands moved to caress his face, your fingers brushing against the stubble on his jaw as if to make sure he wouldn’t pull away. Instead, Joe was quick to react, his hands gripping your hips as he effortlessly pulled you on top of him. You straddled his waist, feeling the hard lines of his body beneath you, your cores now perfectly aligned. A flush of nervousness washed over you at the thought that he might feel just how soaked you were—how your arousal had seeped through your lace panties.

But there was no time to dwell on that thought, because his hands found your ass, his fingers kneading the soft flesh with a roughness that sent your hips grinding forward against him in response. Your skirt had ridden up, leaving little to the imagination, your lace panties barely covering anything as his hands squeezed and explored you. Each squeeze only amplified the heat between your legs, and with every slight movement, you felt the unbearable friction against your aching core.

A low groan rumbled from Joe’s chest as your hips rolled against him, the sound so primal it sent a shiver down your spine. Your hands slid from his face to rest on his broad chest, feeling the steady rise and fall of his breathing, the firm muscles beneath his shirt. The feeling of him beneath you, combined with his hands on your body, made the ache in your core multiply tenfold. Your panties were now completely soaked, your clit throbbing for attention as the need inside you swelled.

You pulled back from the kiss just enough to catch your breath, your lips hovering over his, your voice trembling with desperation. “I want it,” you whimpered, your words soft but heavy with longing. “I need it, Joe. Please.”

Your plea hung in the air, thick with desire. You could feel how badly you wanted him, every fiber of your being begging for release, and Joe could feel it too. But you knew this game. He had done this so many times before—gotten you all worked up, teased you until you were trembling with need, only to stop just when things became too much.

His eyes darkened as a smirk curled at the corner of his lips, that familiar mischievous look crossing his face. His hands continued to squeeze your ass, pulling you tighter against him, and you could feel how hard he was beneath you. But instead of giving in, he leaned in close, his breath warm against your ear as he whispered, “Not yet.”

His words sent a mix of frustration and even more arousal coursing through your veins. You whimpered again, your hips instinctively grinding against him in search of relief, but he held you firmly in place. He loved teasing you like this, knowing exactly how far to push before pulling back. Loved how you were his—his horny little virgin, always eager but just out of reach.

The frustration only made you want him more, your body aching with need, and Joe knew it. He reveled in how much power he had over you in these moments, the way he could make you squirm and beg for him. But he wasn’t ready to give in—not yet.

The desire inside you built up to the point where you felt like you could cry. His rejection left you aching, your body desperate for something you had yet to experience. It wasn’t that Joe didn’t want you—he made it more than clear that he did. But being a virgin, you couldn’t quite shake the fear that held you back, even though your body craved him every single day. It was an endless tug-of-war between desire and apprehension.

There were times Joe wanted to give in so badly, his restraint hanging by a thread, and he almost did. But it was always you who stopped him, scared of crossing that final line.

Flashback:

His lips were pressed against yours, urgent and insistent. “Baby,” he groaned against your mouth, his words muffled by the heat of the kiss. “Fuck, baby, please... let me.” The plea in his voice made your heart race, and his hands, rough and calloused from years on the field, gripped fistfuls of your shirt. He was pulling you so close that there wasn’t a single inch between you.

Your hips moved instinctively, grinding down onto the hard bulge in his jeans, and the friction sent sparks of pleasure through you. The rough denim pressed against your sensitive core, making you whimper.

“God, I wanna feel you,” Joe growled, his voice deep and needy, his breath hot against your lips. “I wanna feel your tight pussy ‘round my cock. Please, baby.”

The words alone made your head spin, your body trembling from the intensity of his desire. “Joe...” you gasped, your voice barely a whisper.

His hands moved to your hips, guiding you to rock harder against him, the seam of his zipper brushing right against your clit. You could feel how wet you were, your arousal soaking through your lace panties. “Fuck, I need to feel you, baby. Wanna be inside you so bad. Need t’feel your slick runnin’ down my cock.”

You couldn’t even think, his words leaving you breathless. Your hips ground down harder, seeking that sweet pressure, your jaw going slack as pleasure coursed through you. The roughness of his jeans against the delicate lace of your panties was driving you crazy, and you could feel that familiar tension coiling low in your stomach.

He helped guide your hips along the seam of his zipper, and the cold metal pressed against your clit through your lace panties, making your jaw slack. The sensation was overwhelming, his grip on you unrelenting, and for a moment, you thought you might give in.

Your hips moved on their own, grinding down onto the rough fabric, seeking more of the pleasure he was offering. But then, that familiar pit of uncertainty grew in your stomach. As much as your body wanted him, your mind hesitated, the fear creeping back in. You didn’t have to say anything—Joe felt the shift in you before you even realized it yourself.

He stopped your hips abruptly, his hands no longer guiding you. “Doll... m’sorry, am I doing too much?” His voice softened instantly, concern lacing his words.

Your eyes, which had been heavy-lidded with lust moments ago, widened. “No, no—it’s not that,” you rushed, panicking that he might think he’d done something wrong. “It’s just...”

“You’re nervous,” he finished for you, his voice soft and understanding. His grip on you loosened, no longer rough or demanding, but gentle and reassuring.

You bit your lip, feeling embarrassed by your hesitation. “I’m sorry,” you whispered, your voice small as you tried to shrink into yourself, ashamed of your fear.

But Joe wouldn’t have any of it. He pulled you into a soft, slow kiss, his lips tender against yours. He kissed you like he had all the time in the world, brushing away your fears with every gentle touch of his mouth. When he pulled back, he looked at you with a softness that made your heart ache. “Don’t apologize, doll,” he murmured, leaning in to press another soft, tender kiss to your lips. “You don’t ever have to be sorry about that.”

His lips moved slowly against yours, and the kiss was sweet, yet still full of the raw hunger you both felt. When he pulled back, his hand slid to your cheek, his thumb brushing away a stray strand of hair. “I got caught up,” he admitted, “Got ahead of myself, and that’s on me.”

His hands cradled your face as he gazed at you with a warmth that made your heart swell. “It’s so hard to control myself around you, baby. You’re so fuckin’ perfect for me.”

Your breath hitched at his words, the intensity in his voice making your heart race. His hands holding you like you were something precious, something he couldn’t bear to break. “I’ll wait, baby. I’ll always wait for you.”

Flashback over

Then there were moments, like tonight, when the tension between you two reached its boiling point—when you were ready to give in, to let go, to finally experience everything your body craved. But Joe knew you better than you knew yourself. He wasn’t going to let desire speak louder.

Flashback

Your soft whimpers filled the small space, almost drowned out by the heavy breaths fogging up the car’s windows. The night air outside was cool, but inside, it was all heat—your body pressing into his. Lips devouring each other’s in an all-consuming kiss. You were straddled over him in the driver’s seat, your ass pressed against the steering wheel, somehow avoiding the horn, though it was a miracle in itself given how desperately your hips ground into his lap.

The thought of honking the horn made you cringe, but that feeling vanished the moment Joe’s tongue slipped into your mouth. You moaned against his lips, letting him take control, the kiss growing deeper, more heated with every second. Your core was throbbing, wet, the fabric of your panties soaked as you shifted against him. You could feel the damp heat between your legs, the wetness seeping through your panties, and you wondered if you were leaving a stain on his jeans. The idea made you squirm, both embarrassed and aroused.

Your fingers gripped his face, holding him close, not wanting him to pull away even for a second. His hands roamed over your body, squeezing your ass as you rocked against him, the friction driving you wild. The sound of your breaths and soft moans filled the space, mingling with the scent of his cologne and the musk of your shared heat.

Feeling bolder, your hands slid down his chest, your fingers grazing over the hard muscles beneath his shirt until you found the waistband of his jeans. Your heart raced, your fingers toying with the button. He let out a low chuckle against your lips, pulling back just enough to bite your bottom lip, teasing you as he tugged it between his teeth before releasing it with a soft snap.

You looked at him then, breathless, taking in the dark look in his eyes. They were clouded with lust, pupils blown wide as he stared back at you, his chest rising and falling heavily. “Backseat,” you mumbled, your lips moving to his neck, kissing the warm skin there.

Joe’s lips curled into a smirk. You could hear the amusement in his voice as he hummed, “Hmm?”

“Let’s go to the backseat,” you repeated, a little more desperate, though your confidence wavered. You kissed the sensitive spot just below his ear, your voice small but urgent. “Please.”

He grinned, and you could hear the smirk in his voice even though you weren’t looking at him. “Why’s that, baby?” His tone was teasing, and you could tell he knew exactly what you wanted.

You lifted yourself slightly off his lap, so you were looking down at him, your thighs trembling. “Don’t make me say it, Joey…” you pouted, the flush of embarrassment spreading across your cheeks.

Joe hummed in acknowledgment, his hands kneading your ass as he leaned back slightly, studying you with those dark, hungry eyes. He knew exactly what you wanted, but he wasn’t going to make this easy. “Nothing innocent happens in the backseat, doll.”

You rolled your eyes, flopping back onto his lap with a frustrated sigh, your desire still burning, though now layered with the heat of embarrassment. “That’s… kinda the point,” you mumbled, your voice barely audible.

Joe’s chuckle made your cheeks grow even hotter. His eyes sparkled with mischief as he brushed a thumb over your heated skin. “You really think I’d let your first time be in the back of my car?” His voice was low, serious now, though still laced with that playful edge that made your stomach twist with both desire and frustration.

“Joey, please,” you whined, your voice almost desperate. “I don’t care where. I just want to feel more of you.”

His grip tightened on your hips, pulling you impossibly closer. His breath was hot against your lips as he leaned in, his voice rough with barely-contained want. “Baby, if I’m gonna fuck you—especially for the first time—it’s not gonna be in the back of my car. You deserve better than that.”

You let out a small whine, pouting in frustration, your body aching with need. He smirked at your reaction, his hand coming down to deliver a playful smack to your ass, making you gasp. “Quit poutin’ and come here,” he murmured, his voice deep and commanding.

You obeyed, your lips finding his again, but this time the kiss was slower, more sensual. His hands moved over your body with purpose, but there was no rush. The heat from earlier simmered down into something even more intense—a slow burn that made your skin tingle. His lips left yours only briefly, just long enough for him to press his forehead against yours, breathing heavily.

“And don’t think for a second,” he murmured, his voice soft but dripping with lust, “that it’s because I don’t want you.” He kissed you again, his lips firm but gentle, pulling back just enough to speak.

"Because you have no idea how much I want to watch you turn around, bend over this dash, and feel this ass bouncing on my cock."

His voice was a low growl, thick with lust, each word dripping with raw desire. The way he spoke it sent a shock of heat straight to your core, your whole body reacting to the filthy picture he painted. You could feel his breath hot against your skin as he leaned in, his lips barely brushing your ear. His grip on your hips tightened, making you shiver under his touch.

"Wanna watch m’cock disappear in your pussy," he continued, voice rough and hungry. His hand slid lower, tracing the curve of your backside, teasing the edge of your skirt before giving a firm squeeze, pulling you even closer. "And you’d be so good for me, wouldn’t you?”

The thought alone made your thighs clench involuntarily, a whimper escaping your lips. He could see the way your body reacted, and he reveled in it, smirking as he dragged his lips along your jaw, sending more heat coursing through you.

His words made your breath hitch, and your heart raced as the image flashed in your mind. The thought of him taking you right there, right now, made your knees weak, and your core throbbed with need. 

“But not yet, baby,” he whispered, pressing one last kiss to your lips. “Not like this.”

You wanted him—desperately.

But deep down, you knew he was right. Joe always knew.

Flashback over

“I need something, Joey,” your voice is thick with desperation, a needy whine escaping your lips. “It hurts...” You weren’t exaggerating—it did hurt, the ache between your thighs throbbing in a way you never imagined could feel so intense, so urgent. You needed him, needed to be touched so badly that it was becoming unbearable.

“Hurts, huh? My poor girl…” Joe’s deep voice rumbles with understanding, his large hands gently rubbing soothing circles into your hips. The warmth of his touch only made the ache worse, a constant reminder of what you craved. You nod, wide, pleading eyes locked on his, your breath shaky with anticipation.

“Anything…” you manage, voice barely a whisper, driven by boldness you didn’t even know you had. Without hesitation, you grab his hand, guiding it down between your thighs. You press his fingers against your lace-covered core, gasping softly at the contact. The fabric is soaked, a clear indicator of just how much you needed him, and Joe’s eyes darken as he watched the movement of his own fingers against you.

He watches in silence, his brow furrowing as he feels how wet you are through the thin lace, his breathing growing heavier. His cock, straining painfully against the denim of his jeans, was a constant reminder of his own need, but he doesn’t focus on that. His attention is solely on you, the way your body trembles with need beneath his touch. The friction of his fingers, even through the lace, is enough to have you rutting against his touch.

“Joey…” you whimper, voice almost cracking as you beg, and his eyes snap up from where his fingers are pressed against your slick slit, locking onto yours with an intensity that makes your stomach flip. “Need your help…”

He takes a sharp breath, his chest rising and falling with restraint as his fingers tease along the edges of your panties. “Fuck,” he mutters under his breath, his voice husky with want. He presses his fingers just a little harder against you, feeling the heat radiating from your soaked core. The tension in the air is thick, electric, and your body arches into his touch, desperate for more.

“You’re so wet,” he groans, his thumb tracing small circles over the lace, applying just enough pressure to make you squirm but not enough to relieve the ache. His eyes flicker between watching your reactions and the way his fingers move against you, savoring every soft gasp and whimper you make.

“Please, Joe, Touch me,” you beg again, your hips rolling involuntarily, trying to get more friction, more of his touch. His eyes narrow slightly, as if considering, but the way his jaw tightens tells you he’s struggling with his own restraint. His lips brushing against your ear as his fingers continue their slow, torturous rhythm. 

Your pleading pushes him to the edge, and with a groan, he slips his fingers beneath the waistband of your panties, finally making contact with your slick, aching core. The sensation sends a shock of pleasure through you, and your head falls back as you moan his name, your body surrendering to the overwhelming need that has been building for what feels like forever.

“There you go, baby,” Joe whispers against your skin, his fingers sliding through your wetness, finding that sensitive spot that makes you tremble. “Is this what you needed?” His voice is a mix of smug satisfaction and pure lust, his fingers moving with purpose now, bringing you closer and closer to the release you’ve been aching for.

You couldn’t speak. Could barely breathe. All you could do was nod, your breaths coming in ragged gasps. His touch was setting your nerves on fire, the ache between your legs now replaced with an overwhelming need, your body begging for the release he’d been withholding. The tension built with every stroke, his fingers slick with your arousal as your body ground harder against him.

Joe chuckled darkly, watching as you moved against his hand. “Look at you,” he murmured, his tone somewhere between amused and impressed. “So desperate, huh?” He paused, letting his fingers glide over your slick folds again, pressing just enough to make you gasp but pulling away before you could reach the edge. “Y’like this, don’t you?”

“Joe… please,” you whimpered, your voice barely above a whisper, so breathless and desperate you couldn’t care how needy you sounded. Your hands clutched his shirt in handfuls, desperate for more of him.

“Please, what?” His fingers kept teasing, just enough to keep you on edge, never enough to push you over. His smirk was maddening, and his voice was thick with teasing. “You gotta tell me what you want, baby.”

You swallowed, feeling the heat rush to your face, but you were too far gone to care about embarrassment. “I need you… need to come. Please.”

Joe’s dark eyes flashed with desire, but his smirk remained, clearly enjoying watching you squirm. “That’s cute, doll. But you know how this goes.” His fingers pressed harder for a second, and your entire body jolted with the sudden surge of pleasure. You were so close. “Can’t make it that easy for you.”

“Joe—” His name was a plea on your lips, your voice trembling, but before you could finish, his fingers disappeared, leaving you hanging just on the edge of release.

A frustrated cry escaped your lips, and you slumped forward, your forehead resting on his shoulder, your body shaking with the ache of denied pleasure. The knot in your belly tightened painfully, your breaths ragged as you tried to pull yourself together. Joe’s deep, amused chuckle filled the silence, the sound both infuriating and intoxicating.

“Look at me, baby,” he commanded softly, and despite your frustration, you lifted your head, your eyes watery with unshed tears of desperation.

His dark eyes were locked on yours, and the smirk on his lips only deepened when he saw the pout forming on your face. Slowly, he raised his fingers—now slick with your arousal—up to your lips, brushing them lightly against your bottom lip. Your heart raced as you realized what he was doing, but you were too dazed, too caught up in the moment to think straight.

He raised a brow, his expression laced with amusement. “Y’gonna be a good girl for me?”

You nodded quickly, the heat in your cheeks intensifying. Despite how frustrated you were, all you wanted in that moment was to be good for him.

“Then open up for me,” he murmured, voice dripping with dominance.

With a shaky breath, you parted your lips, letting him press his fingers against your tongue. You tasted yourself immediately, the realization making your face flush even more, but you obeyed, wrapping your lips around his fingers, letting him guide them further into your mouth.

His eyes darkened with lust as he watched you, his gaze locked on your lips as they stretched around his fingers. When he pushed them deeper, you gagged slightly, your eyes watering as your body fought the unfamiliar sensation.

“Fuck,” Joe muttered under his breath, clearly satisfied with the way you took him in. He pulled his fingers out slowly, your lips parting with a soft, breathy pop as you gasped for air, chest heaving with need.

“How y’taste?” he asked, his voice teasing, but his eyes were locked on yours, watching your reaction intently.

Your face burned with embarrassment. You hadn’t even realized what you’d done, so caught up in the heat of the moment. The shame made you want to hide, but the ache between your legs was still unbearable, your body craving release. For a split second, you wanted to be bold, to tell him, “Find out yourself,” but the words caught in your throat, faltering under his intense gaze.

Instead, you gave him a quick nod, your teeth sinking into your bottom lip as you tried to steady your breathing.

Joe’s smirk grew wider, clearly amused by how shy you’d suddenly become. His thumb traced your bottom lip, wiping away the last bit of slick. “That’s my good girl,” he murmured, his voice softening just slightly, but the fire in his eyes remained. He leaned in, his lips brushing your ear as he whispered, “can't wait to finally taste you.”

Your breath hitched at his words, and the desire burning through you surged even hotter. Your body was still trembling with need, and you couldn’t help but wonder how much longer he was going to tease you before finally giving in.

“Now?” The word came out as a desperate plea, barely a whisper, your voice trembling with raw need. You couldn’t take it anymore, the teasing, the denial—it was all too much. You needed him. Now.

Joe’s low chuckle rumbled through the quiet room, the sound sending a shiver down your spine. He shook his head slowly, a lazy, cocky grin spreading across his face. “Y’not ready,” he started, his voice deep and teasing, the words dragging out in a way that made your body ache even more. “I told ya—”

You cut him off before he could finish, the desperation overtaking any sense of patience. “I’ll be so good for you, Joey,” you begged, your voice shaky and breathless. Your hands trembled as they gripped his shirt, pulling him closer as your body burned with need.

“Please… I-I…” The words died on your lips as a helpless whine escaped, your body betraying you, and without even realizing it, your hand began to drift down, sliding over the waistband of your lace panties.

Joe’s eyes darkened as they followed the movement of your fingers, widening slightly when he saw you press your dainty fingers against your clothed clit. His breath caught in his throat for a split second, watching in stunned silence as you rubbed yourself, your hips grinding into the pressure of your own touch.

“Im ready,” you whispered, your voice barely above a breath. “For something... anything, Joey, please.” You were almost incoherent, your body moving on its own now, your fingers circling your aching clit through the thin lace, trying to get some kind of relief. The need was overwhelming, suffocating, and the throbbing between your legs only grew more intense with every passing second. “Please…” Your final plea came out as a breathless moan, your body trembling, chasing after a release you’d never been able to fully experience before.

You had tried—God, you’d tried so many times—but no matter how close you got, that sweet release always slipped just out of reach. Even now, as your fingers worked over your clit, the pleasure was mounting, but you knew it wasn’t enough. You needed more. You needed him.

When Joe found out that you’d never been able to make yourself come, he had smirked, leaning down to whisper in your ear, promising that one day he’d show you how to really touch yourself. The memory of his words sent a fresh wave of heat through your body, making your legs shake as you pressed harder against yourself.

Joe’s eyes, dark with lust, watched your every move, his gaze fixed on the way your manicured fingers moved against your soaked panties. “Look at ya,” he murmured, his voice rougher now, his lips curling into a devilish smirk. His eyes trailed up to your flushed face, taking in the sight of you, so desperate and needy under his gaze. “Want somethin’, huh?” His words dripped with arrogance, but it only made the heat between your legs burn hotter. “So needy you’re touchin’ yourself now? So pretty, baby.”

Your cheeks burned with embarrassment, realizing just how exposed you were under his intense gaze, but the embarrassment only added to the heat pooling low in your belly. You bit your lip, nodding, too overwhelmed to say anything coherent. Your fingers kept moving, but the pressure wasn’t enough—it wasn’t him.

Joe’s smirk deepened as he took a step closer, his hand resting on your knee, eyes locked on your face. “Got ya all worked up, huh? Y’just need me to take care of you, huh?”

“Yes,” you breathed, your voice barely audible, but the desperation in it was unmistakable. “Please, Joey.”

His eyes narrowed slightly, watching you closely, and for a moment you thought he was going to tease you again, make you wait just a little longer. But then, to your surprise, his smirk softened, and he nodded.

“Alright, doll,” he said softly, his hand moving from your knee to cover yours, stopping your movements as he leaned in closer, his lips brushing your ear. “I’ll give ya somethin’.” His voice was low, almost a growl, and the promise in it made your heart race.

He pulls you up from his lap just enough to shimmy down his jeans, the soft fabric slipping past his hips and pooling around his ankles. The cool air brushes against his skin, contrasting sharply with the heat radiating from your bodies as he pulls you closer again, a teasing grin spreading across his lips. "Come here," he whispers, his voice laced with a sultry promise, nodding as he guides you back down, positioning you right where he wants you.

The moment you settle onto his lap, your breath catches in your throat. You’re perfectly aligned, his tip nudging against your clit through the thin barrier of your underwear. A wave of electricity surges through you, and your jaw drops slightly in disbelief at the intensity of the sensation. Your heart races, each beat echoing in your ears.

Without thinking, you instinctively begin to grind against him, desperate for more of that delicious friction. But he quickly halts your movements, his hand firm yet gentle on your waist. "Slow, baby, slow," he murmurs, his voice low and sultry, like velvet. "I’m not going anywhere."

His eyes darken with need, mirroring the fire building inside you. It’s a tantalizing dance of desire, both of you yearning to rush into the depths of this moment, but he knows the power of patience.

You swallow hard, heat flooding your cheeks as you remember the countless times you offered to take him in your mouth, each time met with a gentle refusal. Even through the teasing, it’s clear he’s just as invested in your pleasure more than his own. Every throb of his cock against you nearly sends you into overdrive, feeling the pulsing heat that makes you crave more, that leaves you aching for connection.

“Let me guide you. I've got you, baby, I've got you,” he says, his voice thick with longing, the weight of his desire hanging between you. Slowly, he begins to move your hips back and forth along the length of his boxer-restrained cock, and you can’t help but moan at the friction. His chest heaves with each thrust, muscles taut under your fingertips, and you can see the strain in his expression as he fights for control.

Your eyes dart down to where your bodies connect, lost in the mesmerizing motion, but when you glance up, you’re captured by his gaze. There’s a depth of emotion in his eyes—a mix of hunger and something softer. He’s in love with this moment, with the satisfaction blooming across your face, with the way you’re writhing against him. And more than that, he’s in love with you.

Unable to resist, you lean in, crashing your lips against his. He responds immediately, kissing you back with fervor, his hands finding your hips and guiding your movements with an urgency that sends sparks through you. Your hips never lose momentum; the rhythm of your bodies creates an intoxicating heat that envelops you both, pulling you deeper into this heady connection.

The sound of fabric against fabric fills the air as you dry hump, a primal pleasure. The soft smacking of your lips, the heat of your breaths mingling, each sound amplifying the intensity of the moment. Joe loses control for a brief moment, rutting against you with a primal urgency, his hands tightening around your waist, before he gathers himself again, his gaze burning into yours.

He breathes against your lips, a low growl that vibrates through you. The desire in the air is palpable, wrapping around you both like a warm embrace, and with every thrust, every brush of his skin against yours, you know you’re teetering on the edge of something blissfully intense. Each time his tip brushes against your clit, a jolt of pleasure shoots through you, driving you wild.

“Joe,” you gasp, your voice thick with longing, as he continues to guide your movements. You can see the raw need etched on his face, his breath quickening, and it only heightens your own urgency. “Please… don’t stop.”

He chuckles, a deep, throaty sound that reverberates through you. “Said I'd take care of ya, didn't i? Gonna make my girl feel good,” he replies, his eyes darkening with lust. And in that moment, as you lose yourself in the rhythm of your bodies, you know that you’re both ready to explore the depths of this connection, to dive into the pleasure that awaits you.

He lets you rut your hips against his at the pace you desire, both of you getting lost in the intoxicating bliss of the moment. Breathless moans escape his lips, each sound driving you deeper into a haze of pleasure. You whine softly, feeling the coil of tension tighten within you, building toward what feels like the peak of ecstasy. But just as you think you can’t take it anymore, Joe, once again on cue, halts your movements, leaving you both gasping.

“Joe—” you start, frustration bubbling up, but he silences you with a soft look. “Y’trust me, baby?” His voice is calm yet filled with an undercurrent of desire. You nod, heart racing, your breath shaky. “I trust you, please—”

A sly smile spreads across his face. “My girl. Wanna try somethin’ new,” he says, lifting you off him once more. Your eyes widen in anticipation as he slides his boxers down, revealing his hard, blush-red cock. You can’t help but stare, watching as he pumps himself a few times, the sight making your breath hitch in your throat. He lets it rest against his stomach, and the tension in the air thickens.

You’ve seen his cock before, but this time feels electric—this time, Joe isn’t teasing. He hooks his finger into your panties, pulling them aside, and a sharp hiss escapes your lips as the cool air hits your heat. You watch as his eyes stay glued to your glistening cunt, the dim light highlighting how unbelievably wet you are.

“Beautiful,” he breathes, his gaze filled with awe.

“Joe, I—” you begin, but the words get caught in your throat as he pulls you closer. “Sit f'me,” he commands, his voice low and sultry. You comply, positioning yourself over him, his cock pressed against his stomach. As you sink down, your folds envelop him, an electric shock of pleasure shooting through you both.

In that moment, you understand what Joe is doing—he’s allowing you both to get as close to sex, to fucking, as you can without him being inside you —he’s letting you both get as close as possible without crossing that line. Without taking your virginity. You can feel the prominent veins of his cock against your clit, and it sends shivers down your spine.

“Feel that?” he murmurs, his hands tightening on your waist. “That’s what you’ve been begging for, huh?”

With a tentative nod, you begin to pick up the previous rhythm, rutting against him. Your slick quickly coats his shaft, making it easier to move. Joe’s head falls back against the couch, a deep groan escaping him. “Fucking incredible,” he breathes, his eyes locking onto yours, filled with both admiration and need.

“Joe, I—so good–fuck,” you gasp, the sensations overwhelming you. You lean in closer, your arms tossed around his neck as you continue to glide your slick against his length, “want more… Joe, please?”

“Soon, baby. Just like this for now,” he replies, his voice a low growl. 

“Trust me,” The heat between you intensifies as you continue to roll your hips, your clit running up and down his shaft, teasingly brushing over his tip and back to his base, over and over again.

You whimper, your body aching with need. You feel every inch of him, every throb and pulse, and it’s almost too much.

“God, I love watching you,” he says, his hands resting firmly on your waist, guiding you. His words send another wave of heat through you, and you moan softly in response. 

You can’t help but let out a soft hum of pleasure, finally getting that taste of something you’ve been begging for.

“Just like that,” he urges, his hands resting on your waist, guiding you as you continue to roll your hips. 

Your hips move faster, chasing that high, and Joe’s breath hitches as he feels the urgency in every roll of your body. His eyes stay on you, dark and intense, and it only drives you to move more desperately. He grips your waist, his touch firm yet teasing, letting you guide the rhythm.

“You’re so close,” Joe’s voice is low, rough with lust. His gaze is locked on you, filled with hunger, but there’s something more—a knowing smirk playing on his lips. “I can see it, baby. You’re right on the edge, aren’t ya’?”

His words make your face heat up instantly, and the embarrassment only heightens the sensation building inside you. You’ve never been this close before. Never felt this intense need unraveling you.

Joe’s thumb strokes your skin, his smirk widening when he sees the flush in your cheeks. “Oh, baby,” he teases, voice smooth and full of playful warmth. S’desperate, being this close to coming?” His tone is soft, but it sends a shock of heat through you.

Your breath catches, and you bite your lip, trying to hide the whimper that escapes your throat. His teasing is making it harder to think, harder to hold on.

“ddddd?” he murmurs, leaning closer, his lips brushing against your neck. The sensation of his breath on your skin makes you shudder. “Mmph–keep doin’ that,” His hand moves to cup your face, thumb brushing your lips as you pant for air. “I can feel how close you are. Trembling for me, aren’t you?”

Your hips falter slightly as the heat builds in your core, and the teasing edge in Joe’s voice only makes it worse. “Joe… please,” you whisper, your voice barely audible, shaky with need.

He chuckles softly, leaning back to watch you. “Look at you,” he says, his voice a mix of admiration and wicked amusement. “You don’t even know what to do with yourself, do you?” His thumb presses lightly on your lower lip, making you gasp again. 

He smirks, his voice dripping with teasing confidence. "Can’t get enough of how my cock feels against your pussy, huh, doll?" His grip tightens slightly on your hips, holding you in place. "I’m not even inside you, and you’re already about to come all over me," he adds, the playful edge in his tone making your heart race as he teases you mercilessly.

You shake your head, your face burning with both embarrassment and desire. You’ve never felt this overwhelming need, and the way Joe’s watching you makes it even more intense.

“F—fuck… oh fuck— I’m… I’m gon—” you stammer, your body trembling as you near the edge.

“Not yet, baby,” Joe murmurs, his voice dripping with a wicked tease. His hands grip your hips firmly, forcing you to slow down as he controls the rhythm. “Easy, slow it down,” he commands softly, his lips brushing your ear.

You whimper in frustration, but he just smirks, clearly enjoying your desperation. “Gonna edge you a little,” he chuckles, his eyes dark with lust. “Wanna see how much you can take before I let you have it.”

Your breath hitches, heart racing, and you swallow hard, barely able to find the words. “I—I need it,” you gasp, the desperation clear in your voice. “Please, baby. I need it so bad…”

He chuckles softly, eyes gleaming as he watches you fall apart. “You need it, huh? You’ve been such a good girl for me, you know that?” His hand gently brushes the hair from your face, his touch tender before his grip moves back to your hips. His hands trail lower, down to your ass, giving it a firm squeeze.

“Making it real hard for me to toy with you,” he murmurs, his voice dripping with lust, “I’m too excited to see that pretty, fucked-out face for the first time.” His teasing makes your pulse race, your body aching for him as his words fuel the heat between you.

“Go ahead, baby, do your thing,” he says, his voice thick with desire as he sinks back into the cushions of the couch. You can see the way his body relaxes, his muscles uncoiling as he settles in. His hands slide to your thighs, his grip firm yet comforting, grounding you as he gives you the freedom to dictate the pace.

With a deep breath, you start to move, feeling the heat radiate between you. “That’s it,” he encourages, a smirk dancing on his lips. “Just like that. Take control.”

You bite your lip, eyes locked on his, and he watches you with an intensity that makes your heart race. “Lemme hear how good you’re feeling,” he urges, his voice dropping to a sultry whisper. “I wanna see my girl come all over my cock.”

His words send a shiver down your spine, igniting a fire within you. You quicken your movements slightly, feeling the delicious friction build between you, the tension mounting as you get lost in the rhythm. “Joe, I… it feels so good,” you gasp, your breath coming in quick bursts as you push yourself closer to the edge.

“Yeah?” he presses, his eyes dark with desire. “I want to hear those pretty moans, baby. Let me know just how much you needed this,” fingers digging in slightly, sending a rush of pleasure through you.

You nod, the sound escaping your lips before you can hold it back. “Mmm, Joe…” you breathe, the sensation electrifying as you grind against him. 

With every thrust, every swirl of your hips, you feel yourself teetering on the brink. “Ah–I… m’ gonna cum!” you scream, your body trembling with need.

And then, with a final, desperate grind against him, you feel the wave crash over you, pulling you under. “Oh shit–Fuck!!” you cry, your orgasm ripping through you like wildfire, shaking your entire body as you release. Your slick heat envelops him, mixing with your cries of pleasure, creating a sweet melody of ecstasy that fills the room.

As you cum, your hips jerk uncontrollably, and Joe can’t help but moan at the sight of your fucked-out face. It’s a visual that sends a thrill through him; he could easily lose himself right then and there. His ego swells with pride, knowing that this moment marks the closest you both have ever been physically. Deep down, he’s silently thanking himself for finally giving in to your desperate pleas, for letting you feel him like this.

The thrill of knowing you just came for the first time—just by grinding against him, without him even being inside you—sends another rush of arousal through him. You, his little virgin, are now slightly less innocent, and he fucking loved it.

A smirk plays on his lips as he watches you come down from your blissful high, your hips slowing but never fully stopping. Your breaths are heavy, your chest rising and falling rapidly as you try to regain your composure. After a brief pause, you take a deep breath, gathering what little strength you have left.

With a playful determination, you slowly start to pick up the pace again, your movements still tired but filled with a lingering need. “I want more,” you whisper, your voice barely audible yet dripping with desire. The way you look at him, eyes glazed and filled with longing, only heightens his arousal.

“More, hmm? Getting a little greedy now, are we?” he teases, a playful smirk dancing across his lips, but you shake your head stubbornly.

“M’not greedy,” you pout, your voice low but filled with urgency. “I wanna see you cum,” As you speak, you increase the intensity of your grinding, the way your hips move against him sending shivers of pleasure through both of you.

Joe's expression drops for a moment, caught off guard by your admission, but it quickly morphs into a deep groan as the feeling of your release mingling with his arousal and the slickness of his pre-cum envelops him. He shakes his head, his instincts urging him to control the pace. His hands come up to your hips, trying to gently guide you to a halt, but you grip his hands firmly, refusing to let him slow you down.

“Don’t have to keep going, baby. This was for you—” he begins, but you cut him off, leaning closer until your lips graze against his.

A thrill races through you, fueled by your earlier orgasm, and you feel that shyness begin to fade, even if just a little. The embarrassment of wanting to say anything lingers, but the boldness you feel is intoxicating.

“Need to see you cum,” you finally admit, your voice a mixture of pleading and determination, your eyes locking onto his with an intensity that makes his heart race.

His eyes widen at your admission, surprise flickering across his face, followed quickly by a heated smile. He nods, his grip loosening, allowing you to take the lead again as he guides your hips lazily.

His eyes widen at your admission, surprise flickering across his face before it melts into a heated smile that sends butterflies fluttering in your stomach. “Yeah?” he says, a low chuckle escaping his lips. He nods, his grip loosening, allowing you to take the lead again, but he still guides your hips lazily, as if he’s savoring every moment.

“Keep doin’ that for me,” he breathes, his voice thick with desire. You let your hands slide from his to rest on his chest, leaning forward to give yourself some leverage, feeling the solid warmth of him beneath your palms.

“Watchin’ you cum on m’cock, not even inside you…” He pauses, his breath hitching as he admits boldly, “I had to stop myself from cumming.” The honesty in his voice ignites a fire within you, and you can’t help but let out a lazy smile, even as that familiar shyness creeps back in.

“You did so good for me,” he continues, his voice a low rumble. “Now look at ya’, ‘bout to make m–,” His breathing quickens, cutting him off. You notice his eyes becoming heavy with pleasure as he watches you.

You can feel his cock twitch between your folds, and the sensation sends a wave of determination surging through you. Picking up the pace, you focus on pushing past the overwhelming sensations that are building on your throbbing clit. You want to make him feel as good as he’s made you feel.

Without thinking, a breathy whisper escapes your lips, “Gonna cum for me? Feelin’ my pussy on ya?”

The words hang in the air for a moment, and your hips freeze as you realize what you just said. But before you can pull away, Joe reacts instantly, moaning at your words, throwing his head back in ecstasy. “Fuuuck,” he groans, his hands gripping your hips tightly, forcing you to keep moving. “Listen to ya’, keep talking, baby– holy shit…”

His voice is a desperate plea as he watches you, and the way his gaze darkens with lust only fuels your desire to push harder, to give him everything you’ve got. You feel the rhythm of your bodies together, the sound of slick skin against slick skin filling the air, each thrust accompanied by your soft moans and his deep growls of approval.

“Just like that,” he encourages, his voice a rasp that sends shivers down your spine. “Fuck, im gonna cum–” The urgency in his tone mixes with the heat of the moment, driving you both closer to the edge.

A final burst of energy, you pick up the pace, desperation fueling your movements as you rock your hips against him. Suddenly, you feel the coil in your stomach snap again, the pleasure washing over you like a tidal wave. 

You grind against him even harder, desperation fueling your every movement as you lose yourself in the rhythm. Your fingers tangle in the soft strands of his hair at the back of his head, pulling him closer, your body craving the heat of his skin. The friction builds, each thrust igniting a fire deep within you, and you can feel the tension coiling tighter, ready to snap.

“Joe…” you breathe, your voice shaky as you lean in, your lips brushing against his ear. The sound of your voice seems to send him spiraling further into ecstasy, his breath hitching as he feels you moving against him.

With a sudden intensity, he throws his head back, a guttural groan escaping his lips that sends shockwaves of pleasure coursing through you. You can see his muscles flexing, his jaw clenched in concentration as he fights to maintain control. His gasps, and the deep timbre of his voice only heightens your arousal.

“God, you feel so fucking good,” he grunts, his hips rutting up against you as if he’s trying to pull you even closer. The way he looks at you, eyes squeezed shut, lost in the moment, is enough to send you over the edge again. “So damn good, baby.”

The sound of his voice, combined with the feeling of him filling you, has you teetering on the brink once more. “I–I can’t help it…” you whimper, feeling that familiar pressure building again. 

“I—oh god, Joe!” you cry out, the words spilling from your lips as your second orgasm sneaks up on you, you release onto him again, the pleasure overwhelming as you cry out his name, completely consumed by the moment. The combination of your releases creates a slick mess on his stomach, and you watch as his eyes widen, a mix of shock and pleasure coursing through him.

“Shit, you’re gonna make me—oh fuckin’ hell–” he begins, but the words are cut off.

You watch in awe as he spills his release onto his stomach, the sight of him utterly lost in pleasure—a mix of bliss and abandon. The warmth of his release against your skin combines with the remnants of your own orgasm, the waves of pleasure begin to settle, your body goes limp, collapsing against his chest. You can feel the heat radiating from his skin, his heartbeat thundering beneath you as you both come down from the high, utterly exhausted.

You could have easily drifted off to sleep in that blissful moment, your sweaty forehead resting against his shoulder. The warmth of his body enveloped you, his arms wrapped around you protectively, fingers gently rubbing your back in soothing circles. You could feel the weight of his cock nestled between your sticky folds, still pulsing with the remnants of your shared pleasure. As you basked in the afterglow, you felt his cock begin to soften, while your core throbbed with a delicious soreness that reminded you of everything that had just transpired.

Breaking the peaceful silence, he let out a contented sigh. “Hey, I know you’re cozy,” he said softly, “but we gotta get you cleaned up.” He shifted, and before you could protest, he sat up and grasped the back of your thighs, lifting you effortlessly as he stood.

You whimpered at the sudden movement, instinctively wrapping your legs around his torso, clinging to him as your arms wound around his neck. “I don’t wanna move…” you whined, your voice laced with exhaustion and reluctance.

“C’mon, don’t be difficult, doll. Don’t wanna leave you a sticky mess, do we?” he teased, his tone playful yet tender. The idea of him making you a sticky mess again sent a trilling shiver down your spine, but you shook your head, accepting his gentle insistence.

He carried you up the stairs to your shared bedroom, his grip steady and reassuring. You could feel the warmth radiating from him, grounding you as he made his way toward the connected bathroom. “You feelin’ okay?” he asked, a hint of concern in his voice.

You nodded quickly, still a bit dazed from the intensity of your experience. “Can’t believe you’ve denied me for so long… been missing out on that…” The admission slipped from your lips, and a shy smile tugged at the corners of your mouth.

His laughter filled the small space, rich and warm. “But?” he prompted, his eyes sparkling with curiosity.

“But I’m glad you did. You know me better than I know myself,” you confessed, your smile growing tired yet genuine as he set you gently down on the edge of the toilet. He moved to grab a washcloth, and you watched him, the affection in your gaze undeniable.

“Just need to make sure everything is perfect for ya. That you’re ready for whatever it is you’re asking for,” he murmured, kneeling down beside you. He leaned in, placing a soft kiss on your forehead, and in that moment, you felt cherished and safe. 

Even after this new experience, you were still his sweet little virgin.

A/N: This was straight 🌽 but the plot in itself was very different for me... Please leave your feedback bc im not sure how i feel about this.

If this gets good feedback, Ill make it into a IU if yall are interested?

!Thank you to whoever left this request in my anons!

!!This is fiction. The pictures and the storyline "50 shades of ____" are not mine!

IM FUCKING SCREAMING HELP ME LORD

i am so down bad for mackie samoskevich