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So good!!!
Everybody Here Wants You
fc: bella hadid
joe burrow x yn model (bella hadid) x ex!paul mescal
Note: I feel like this is really long 😭 I had a little fun with it. Let me know what ya think !!! ❣❤❣
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TMZ
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TMZ Supermodel and CEO Y/n L/n and actor Paul Mescal have SPLIT after 2 years of dating.
Though the pair were recently seen in Ohio around L/n's family farm, Y/n was reportedly trying to work through the problems but articles came out about Mescal having an affair, to which Y/n immediately broke off the relationship. Then only days after they called it quits Mescal was seen around London with director J.J. Abrams' daughter Gracie Abrams.
There have been rumors of Mescal and Abrams growing closer around the same time as the relationship of Y/n and Paul started to grow rocky, Mescal hasn't commented on the split but sources close to Y/n L/n have expressed that "Y/n was heartbroken but she was also getting tired of all the lies, she felt a bit insane but then she saw proof of an affair and it all started to click".
Although the actor hasn't commented on the break up, people close to the actor have and said "As soon as Y/n found out about him and Abrams, she didn't think twice about dumping him, and he immediately regretted ever meeting Gracie. He was and still is head over heels for Y/n which i think scared him so he did something stupid that Y/n will never forgive him for".
While Mescal has been seen around London with another girl, Y/n has been spending more time in Ohio on her family farm.
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username1 wait they were at her farm was like a month ago.... so they've been broken up for like a month ??
↳username2 yeah they haven't been seen together since then, and paul has been seen with gracie and they've gotten more and more public..... ↳username1 omg it took him like half a year to even say he was in a relationship with y/n when she was so openly in love, then for him to be this public with gracie like weeks into their "situationship" is crazy...
username3 omg tmz with all the details holy....
username4 not really the point but her family has a farm ??
↳username5 yeah they have a family farm and her stepdad owns an educational animal sanctuary that help's people learn about animals !! ↳username4 oh i had no clue, that's sick !!
username6 i feel so bad for y/n "she was also getting tired of all the lies, she felt a bit insane" like poor girl... 😕
username7 tmz were you in the room when they were breaking up ??? how do you know so much..?
↳username8 wouldn't be surpised if people close to her are "leaking" stuff, if he was having an affair i would tell reporters too 🤭
username9 "He was and still is head over heels for Y/n which i think scared him so he did something stupid that Y/n will never forgive him for" omfg he's such a man 😒
↳username10 he's always talked so highly of y/n only for him to CHEAT on her ?? ↳username11 at the end of the day he's just another man im afraid.....
username12 he regretted ever meeting gracie IS CRAZY like your holding her hand around london wishing you NEVER MET HER ??
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cincyanimalsanctuary
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cincyanimalsanctuary We had the pleasure of welcoming some of the member's of the Cincinnati Bengals to the sanctuary for a little team bonding before the start of the 2022 NFL preseason starts.
Huge thank you to all the staff and animal ambassadors for being so welcoming to our guests, as well as a thank you to yourinstagram for showing the team around !!
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username1 y/n looks so happy, im glad !!
bengals Thanks for opening the doors for us. Everyone had a blast !!
↳bengals Extra thanks to yourinstagram for showing us around 🧡 ↳yourinstagram It was an honor to get to know the team everyone was a delight, a day well spent !!! ↳joeyb_9 Thanks for the lesson on horseback riding !! ↳yourinstagram You were a natural 😉 ↳sam_hubbard_ Well.... let's not lie ↳yourinstagram He was a QUICK learner, maybe not a natural.... ↳joeyb_9 ??????? ↳yourinstagram sorry.... 🤭 ↳username2 this feels like flirting...🤨
username3 wait did they meet the cows and goats ? did everybody ride horses ?
↳cincyanimalsanctuary Yes ! Everybody got a chance to pet and feed all the animals and Y/n joined a few of the guys to teach them about riding horseback !!
username4 bro y/n does so many side quest
joeyb_9 it was a pleasure !! will definitely come back 👍
↳cincyanimalsanctuary The doors are always open !!
username5 y/n with an nfl player next 👀💭...
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yourinstagram
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TMZ
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TMZ Supermodel and CEO Y/n L/n and Cincinnati Bengals quarterback Joe Burrow seem to be serious ! The owner of Cincy Gym posted the two working out on the same day, only 2 months ago the two were spotted on a date and it appears the pair are still going strong.
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username1 YES !!! i was wondering if they were together
username2 i truly thought he has been in a relationship since college
↳username3 he was in a relationship from high school to college but she didn't wanna move back to ohio so they broke up
username4 qb in the gym 💪 LFG !!!
username5 this is so serious for me
username6 do we think she's going to games ???
↳username7 oh absolutely !!!! I CANT wait to see what she'll wear
username8 i have no one to talk to about this 😭
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yourinstagram
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yourinstagram me and blu woke up to a house full of flowers !!
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username1 girl why is p*ul in the likes ?????
joeyb_9 Mhm wonder how that happened 🤔
↳yourinstagram no clue.... 🤭 ↳username2 honestly love how unbothered they are ↳username3 they do NOT care that paul is liking her post 😭 ↳username4 we love a secure relationship 💅
username5 he wants her back so bad but she's moved on.... im laughing 🤭
devonleecarlson my girlfriend is so gorgeous! ❤️
↳joeyb_9 ???? ↳yourinstagram what....? ☺ ↳yourinstagram love ya devon !!!! ❣ ↳username6 the ???? IS KILLING ME 😭
username7 getting the love she deserves IKTR ! ! !
username8 hey paulmescal you miss her now that she's with someone else ? 😂
liked by paulmescal ↳username8 BRO YOU ARE NOT SLICK ↳username9 not him liking then un-liking 😭 ↳username10 he's with gr*cie why is he here ??? ↳username11 gr*cie def thinks it's more serious then he does, with the way she's been talking about being in a relationship recently😭
username12 you are so beautiful y/n 💕
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joeyb_9
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joeyb_9 Summer photo dump ! How did I do ?
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username1 soft launching y/n....
yourinstagram Solid 8/10 ☺
↳joeyb_9 I'll do better next time 🫡 ↳username2 wait why is this kinda.... 🫦
username3 Honestly a pretty good photo dump 🤷♀️
username4 little less joe and a little more y/n next time !! 😉👍
↳joeyb_9 I'll take this into consideration ✍ ↳username4 PLEASE ??? 😭☠ ↳username1 nevermind..... i guess it's a hard launch 😭
username5 y/n rating it a 8/10 when i feel like she helped him chose the pictures 😭
↳yourinstagram he had the final say i fear... ↳yourinstagram i insisted on the 3rd picture tho !! 😁
lahjay10_ We'll put some more work into the next photo dump 🤫
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TMZ
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TMZ Actor Paul Mescal breaks his silence on split with Supermodel and CEO Y/n L/n, after Cincinnati Bengals quarterback Joe Burrow and L/n confirmed their romance.
When Mescal was asked about how he was doing, he hesitated before saying "I've been better" "It's been the most successful year of my life professionally but I've felt like sh*t the whole time" "I have no-one to blame but myself, for making dumb mistakes which I'll regret for the rest of my life" "It sounds really dramatic but it's true, I knew how good I had it, I was the happiest I've ever been and I was afraid of that, and I ruined the best part of my life, but now i have to learn from that mistake and grow".
Since the split Y/n L/n has talked a bit about the relationship and when asked about Mescal's statement L/n stated "I know my worth and I'm truly happier then I've ever been, being surrounded by my family and one's that I love and one's that show me love everyday; I almost forgot what that felt like".
What do you think ?
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username1 BRO we do not feel bad for you paul 😭😭 YOU cheated ???
username2 where is the y/n and joe pic from ????
↳username3 a friend of theirs posted it, i think it was from a birthday party !!
username4 paul you almost got me then i remembered y/n said "I was also getting tired of all the lies, I felt a bit insane" y/n may forget and forgive but I don't 🤬
username5 i mean just by the pics she looks happier with joe 🤷♀️
username6 she almost FORGOT WHAT LOVE FELT LIKE ???? paul when i catch you 👊👊
username7 omfg he is NOT being quite about how much he regrets losing y/n 😭
↳username8 he want's her back BAD
username9 he should've kept his silence
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joeyb_9
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joeyb_9 Play Everybody Here Wants You by Jeff Buckley & go buy Orebella !!
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username1 wait im gagged
username2 joe said f^ck paul and his statement
yourinstagram Love that song !! & i love you 😉❤
↳joeyb_9 Love you bby ❤😍 ↳username3 i bet she makes him giggle... ↳username4 ????? ↳username3 idk i just feel like she makes him kick his feet while giggling and blushing 😭 ↳lahjay10_ she does.... TRUST me ↳yourinstagram PLEASE ??? 😭☠ ↳lahjay10_ it's true ↳yourinstagram oh i know 🤭 ↳username5 STOP I LOVE THEM !!!
username6 joe won at life 😍
username7 PLAY EVRYBODY HERE WANTS YOU AFTER PAUL HAS BEEN LIKING HER POSTS ???? joe burrow you have moved me
username8 he really said that's MY girl
sam_hubbard_ 💪🤠
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username9 "I know everybody here thinks he needs you, I'll be waiting right here just to show you, How our love will blow it all away" who knew joe was a lover boy ??
username10 finally a man that show's y/n off
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yourinstagram
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yourinstagram Im still in shock over the turn out of our first day of orebella thank you everyone for your love and kind words; it means the world to me. I can’t thank my team at orebella , my family , friends and loved ones enough for the support, time, passion and love they put into me and the Orebella launch. Orebella is a dream come true, it feels unreal to think this is reality. Thank you to everyone involved. I couldn’t have done this without you🤍
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username1 take y/n's happiness double it and give it back to her 🫂
joeyb_9 Congratulations to you my girl, i love you !! I'm endlessly proud of you ❤
↳yourinstagram love you handsome ❤ ↳username2 oh i need a man so bad ↳username3 "my girl" 😭❤
arianagrande So well deserved !! Love you !!!!! 🤍
↳yourinstagram thank you sm ari !!! 💞
username4 need HIM out of the likes....
↳yourinstagram no need to stress about it, im happy !! ↳username5 mother taking the high road iktr !!
username6 the people's princess !! ❤👑
devonleecarlson so proud of u 😙❤
↳yourinstagram ❤ ty ty ty ❤
username7 happy y/n is the best y/n !!!
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yourinstagram
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yourinstagram Summer is over, time for 🏈 szn !!
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username1 summer has been over for a minute im afraid...
↳yourinstagram i forgot to post these pictures 😩
username2 what's it like to always serve 💅 ??
joeyb_9 Ugh that food was so good
↳yourinstagram we'll have to go back 😉🤞 ↳joeyb_9 also your cute 😍 ↳yourinstagram says you...😘 ↳username3 CON😭😭 GRA😭😭TULA😭😭 TIONS ↳username3 that should be me with y/n 😔
username4 the last pic !! they look so cute 🥺
devonleecarlson PRETTY GIRL LOVE YOU !!!!!!
username5 YAYYY i hope i get to meet you at a game !!!
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yourinstagram story
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nfl
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nfl Supermodel and CEO Y/n L/n has arrived at MetLife Stadium for week 3, the Cincinnati Bengals at New York Jets game.
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username1 who is she rooting for ?
↳username2 bengals, she's dating joe burrow
username3 who asked ?????
username4 they are 0-2 if the bengals win this game i need her at every game 🙏
bengals Our favorite cowgirl !! 🤠
username5 so joe has extra motivation to win ? im sold
username6 we don't gaf
username7 i'll admit she's a pretty girl
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yourinstagram
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yourinstagram 🐅 27-12 !!
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joeyb_9 Prettiest lucky charm ⭐
↳yourinstagram 😚🫶 ↳username1 bros whipped ↳username2 ??? it's y/n if i were him i'd be more whipped then he seems
username1 her influence is crazyyyyy b/c why did i, who knows nothing about football watch this game??? anyways go Bengals !!
username2 MOTHER TO ALL !!!!
username5 IT WAS NICE TO MET YOU !!!!! AHHHHHH
↳yourinstagram Nice to meet you too !! I hope your studies go well ❣ ↳username4 you are so lucky !!!!! what was she like ?? ↳username5 she was so sweet !!! i gave her a few bracelets i made, her favorite was one with the number 9 😭❤
devonleecarlson You looked so pretty on my tv 🤭❤
↳yourinstagram You are too sweet 😘!!!!!
username6 Y/n at a game is a cause for celebration !!
username3 first win of the season and y/n is there ? we need you at every game PLEASE 🙏 !!!
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So good!!!
Everybody Here Wants You
fc: bella hadid
joe burrow x yn model (bella hadid) x ex!paul mescal
Note: I feel like this is really long 😭 I had a little fun with it. Let me know what ya think !!! ❣❤❣
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TMZ
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TMZ Supermodel and CEO Y/n L/n and actor Paul Mescal have SPLIT after 2 years of dating.
Though the pair were recently seen in Ohio around L/n's family farm, Y/n was reportedly trying to work through the problems but articles came out about Mescal having an affair, to which Y/n immediately broke off the relationship. Then only days after they called it quits Mescal was seen around London with director J.J. Abrams' daughter Gracie Abrams.
There have been rumors of Mescal and Abrams growing closer around the same time as the relationship of Y/n and Paul started to grow rocky, Mescal hasn't commented on the split but sources close to Y/n L/n have expressed that "Y/n was heartbroken but she was also getting tired of all the lies, she felt a bit insane but then she saw proof of an affair and it all started to click".
Although the actor hasn't commented on the break up, people close to the actor have and said "As soon as Y/n found out about him and Abrams, she didn't think twice about dumping him, and he immediately regretted ever meeting Gracie. He was and still is head over heels for Y/n which i think scared him so he did something stupid that Y/n will never forgive him for".
While Mescal has been seen around London with another girl, Y/n has been spending more time in Ohio on her family farm.
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username1 wait they were at her farm was like a month ago.... so they've been broken up for like a month ??
↳username2 yeah they haven't been seen together since then, and paul has been seen with gracie and they've gotten more and more public..... ↳username1 omg it took him like half a year to even say he was in a relationship with y/n when she was so openly in love, then for him to be this public with gracie like weeks into their "situationship" is crazy...
username3 omg tmz with all the details holy....
username4 not really the point but her family has a farm ??
↳username5 yeah they have a family farm and her stepdad owns an educational animal sanctuary that help's people learn about animals !! ↳username4 oh i had no clue, that's sick !!
username6 i feel so bad for y/n "she was also getting tired of all the lies, she felt a bit insane" like poor girl... 😕
username7 tmz were you in the room when they were breaking up ??? how do you know so much..?
↳username8 wouldn't be surpised if people close to her are "leaking" stuff, if he was having an affair i would tell reporters too 🤭
username9 "He was and still is head over heels for Y/n which i think scared him so he did something stupid that Y/n will never forgive him for" omfg he's such a man 😒
↳username10 he's always talked so highly of y/n only for him to CHEAT on her ?? ↳username11 at the end of the day he's just another man im afraid.....
username12 he regretted ever meeting gracie IS CRAZY like your holding her hand around london wishing you NEVER MET HER ??
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cincyanimalsanctuary
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cincyanimalsanctuary We had the pleasure of welcoming some of the member's of the Cincinnati Bengals to the sanctuary for a little team bonding before the start of the 2022 NFL preseason starts.
Huge thank you to all the staff and animal ambassadors for being so welcoming to our guests, as well as a thank you to yourinstagram for showing the team around !!
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username1 y/n looks so happy, im glad !!
bengals Thanks for opening the doors for us. Everyone had a blast !!
↳bengals Extra thanks to yourinstagram for showing us around 🧡 ↳yourinstagram It was an honor to get to know the team everyone was a delight, a day well spent !!! ↳joeyb_9 Thanks for the lesson on horseback riding !! ↳yourinstagram You were a natural 😉 ↳sam_hubbard_ Well.... let's not lie ↳yourinstagram He was a QUICK learner, maybe not a natural.... ↳joeyb_9 ??????? ↳yourinstagram sorry.... 🤭 ↳username2 this feels like flirting...🤨
username3 wait did they meet the cows and goats ? did everybody ride horses ?
↳cincyanimalsanctuary Yes ! Everybody got a chance to pet and feed all the animals and Y/n joined a few of the guys to teach them about riding horseback !!
username4 bro y/n does so many side quest
joeyb_9 it was a pleasure !! will definitely come back 👍
↳cincyanimalsanctuary The doors are always open !!
username5 y/n with an nfl player next 👀💭...
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yourinstagram ❣ ❣ ❣ ❣ ❣ ❣ ❣ ❣ ❣
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TMZ
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TMZ Supermodel and CEO Y/n L/n and Cincinnati Bengals quarterback Joe Burrow seem to be serious ! The owner of Cincy Gym posted the two working out on the same day, only 2 months ago the two were spotted on a date and it appears the pair are still going strong.
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username1 YES !!! i was wondering if they were together
username2 i truly thought he has been in a relationship since college
↳username3 he was in a relationship from high school to college but she didn't wanna move back to ohio so they broke up
username4 qb in the gym 💪 LFG !!!
username5 this is so serious for me
username6 do we think she's going to games ???
↳username7 oh absolutely !!!! I CANT wait to see what she'll wear
username8 i have no one to talk to about this 😭
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yourinstagram
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yourinstagram me and blu woke up to a house full of flowers !!
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username1 girl why is p*ul in the likes ?????
joeyb_9 Mhm wonder how that happened 🤔
↳yourinstagram no clue.... 🤭 ↳username2 honestly love how unbothered they are ↳username3 they do NOT care that paul is liking her post 😭 ↳username4 we love a secure relationship 💅
username5 he wants her back so bad but she's moved on.... im laughing 🤭
devonleecarlson my girlfriend is so gorgeous! ❤️
↳joeyb_9 ???? ↳yourinstagram what....? ☺ ↳yourinstagram love ya devon !!!! ❣ ↳username6 the ???? IS KILLING ME 😭
username7 getting the love she deserves IKTR ! ! !
username8 hey paulmescal you miss her now that she's with someone else ? 😂
liked by paulmescal ↳username8 BRO YOU ARE NOT SLICK ↳username9 not him liking then un-liking 😭 ↳username10 he's with gr*cie why is he here ??? ↳username11 gr*cie def thinks it's more serious then he does, with the way she's been talking about being in a relationship recently😭
username12 you are so beautiful y/n 💕
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joeyb_9
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joeyb_9 Summer photo dump ! How did I do ?
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username1 soft launching y/n....
yourinstagram Solid 8/10 ☺
↳joeyb_9 I'll do better next time 🫡 ↳username2 wait why is this kinda.... 🫦
username3 Honestly a pretty good photo dump 🤷♀️
username4 little less joe and a little more y/n next time !! 😉👍
↳joeyb_9 I'll take this into consideration ✍ ↳username4 PLEASE ??? 😭☠ ↳username1 nevermind..... i guess it's a hard launch 😭
username5 y/n rating it a 8/10 when i feel like she helped him chose the pictures 😭
↳yourinstagram he had the final say i fear... ↳yourinstagram i insisted on the 3rd picture tho !! 😁
lahjay10_ We'll put some more work into the next photo dump 🤫
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TMZ
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TMZ Actor Paul Mescal breaks his silence on split with Supermodel and CEO Y/n L/n, after Cincinnati Bengals quarterback Joe Burrow and L/n confirmed their romance.
When Mescal was asked about how he was doing, he hesitated before saying "I've been better" "It's been the most successful year of my life professionally but I've felt like sh*t the whole time" "I have no-one to blame but myself, for making dumb mistakes which I'll regret for the rest of my life" "It sounds really dramatic but it's true, I knew how good I had it, I was the happiest I've ever been and I was afraid of that, and I ruined the best part of my life, but now i have to learn from that mistake and grow".
Since the split Y/n L/n has talked a bit about the relationship and when asked about Mescal's statement L/n stated "I know my worth and I'm truly happier then I've ever been, being surrounded by my family and one's that I love and one's that show me love everyday; I almost forgot what that felt like".
What do you think ?
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username1 BRO we do not feel bad for you paul 😭😭 YOU cheated ???
username2 where is the y/n and joe pic from ????
↳username3 a friend of theirs posted it, i think it was from a birthday party !!
username4 paul you almost got me then i remembered y/n said "I was also getting tired of all the lies, I felt a bit insane" y/n may forget and forgive but I don't 🤬
username5 i mean just by the pics she looks happier with joe 🤷♀️
username6 she almost FORGOT WHAT LOVE FELT LIKE ???? paul when i catch you 👊👊
username7 omfg he is NOT being quite about how much he regrets losing y/n 😭
↳username8 he want's her back BAD
username9 he should've kept his silence
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joeyb_9
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joeyb_9 Play Everybody Here Wants You by Jeff Buckley & go buy Orebella !!
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username1 wait im gagged
username2 joe said f^ck paul and his statement
yourinstagram Love that song !! & i love you 😉❤
↳joeyb_9 Love you bby ❤😍 ↳username3 i bet she makes him giggle... ↳username4 ????? ↳username3 idk i just feel like she makes him kick his feet while giggling and blushing 😭 ↳lahjay10_ she does.... TRUST me ↳yourinstagram PLEASE ??? 😭☠ ↳lahjay10_ it's true ↳yourinstagram oh i know 🤭 ↳username5 STOP I LOVE THEM !!!
username6 joe won at life 😍
username7 PLAY EVRYBODY HERE WANTS YOU AFTER PAUL HAS BEEN LIKING HER POSTS ???? joe burrow you have moved me
username8 he really said that's MY girl
sam_hubbard_ 💪🤠
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username9 "I know everybody here thinks he needs you, I'll be waiting right here just to show you, How our love will blow it all away" who knew joe was a lover boy ??
username10 finally a man that show's y/n off
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yourinstagram
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yourinstagram Im still in shock over the turn out of our first day of orebella thank you everyone for your love and kind words; it means the world to me. I can’t thank my team at orebella , my family , friends and loved ones enough for the support, time, passion and love they put into me and the Orebella launch. Orebella is a dream come true, it feels unreal to think this is reality. Thank you to everyone involved. I couldn’t have done this without you🤍
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username1 take y/n's happiness double it and give it back to her 🫂
joeyb_9 Congratulations to you my girl, i love you !! I'm endlessly proud of you ❤
↳yourinstagram love you handsome ❤ ↳username2 oh i need a man so bad ↳username3 "my girl" 😭❤
arianagrande So well deserved !! Love you !!!!! 🤍
↳yourinstagram thank you sm ari !!! 💞
username4 need HIM out of the likes....
↳yourinstagram no need to stress about it, im happy !! ↳username5 mother taking the high road iktr !!
username6 the people's princess !! ❤👑
devonleecarlson so proud of u 😙❤
↳yourinstagram ❤ ty ty ty ❤
username7 happy y/n is the best y/n !!!
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yourinstagram
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yourinstagram Summer is over, time for 🏈 szn !!
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username1 summer has been over for a minute im afraid...
↳yourinstagram i forgot to post these pictures 😩
username2 what's it like to always serve 💅 ??
joeyb_9 Ugh that food was so good
↳yourinstagram we'll have to go back 😉🤞 ↳joeyb_9 also your cute 😍 ↳yourinstagram says you...😘 ↳username3 CON😭😭 GRA😭😭TULA😭😭 TIONS ↳username3 that should be me with y/n 😔
username4 the last pic !! they look so cute 🥺
devonleecarlson PRETTY GIRL LOVE YOU !!!!!!
username5 YAYYY i hope i get to meet you at a game !!!
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nfl
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nfl Supermodel and CEO Y/n L/n has arrived at MetLife Stadium for week 3, the Cincinnati Bengals at New York Jets game.
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username1 who is she rooting for ?
↳username2 bengals, she's dating joe burrow
username3 who asked ?????
username4 they are 0-2 if the bengals win this game i need her at every game 🙏
bengals Our favorite cowgirl !! 🤠
username5 so joe has extra motivation to win ? im sold
username6 we don't gaf
username7 i'll admit she's a pretty girl
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yourinstagram
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yourinstagram 🐅 27-12 !!
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joeyb_9 Prettiest lucky charm ⭐
↳yourinstagram 😚🫶 ↳username1 bros whipped ↳username2 ??? it's y/n if i were him i'd be more whipped then he seems
username1 her influence is crazyyyyy b/c why did i, who knows nothing about football watch this game??? anyways go Bengals !!
username2 MOTHER TO ALL !!!!
username5 IT WAS NICE TO MET YOU !!!!! AHHHHHH
↳yourinstagram Nice to meet you too !! I hope your studies go well ❣ ↳username4 you are so lucky !!!!! what was she like ?? ↳username5 she was so sweet !!! i gave her a few bracelets i made, her favorite was one with the number 9 😭❤
devonleecarlson You looked so pretty on my tv 🤭❤
↳yourinstagram You are too sweet 😘!!!!!
username6 Y/n at a game is a cause for celebration !!
username3 first win of the season and y/n is there ? we need you at every game PLEASE 🙏 !!!
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*bangs on your front door* HURT/COMFORT JOE BURROW FIC RN
a/n: we’re totally gonna ignore the after party.
warnings: angst and a sad!joe
listened to: vas by jagger finn
you felt selfish. the jealousy you felt when you saw all the wags cheer on their boyfriends and husbands as they ran off the field to celebrate their win was immense. you had really wished it was you up there with joe. you had to remind yourself that it wasn’t your turn to be sad, it was his. and now you were stuck. you wanted to comfort him but you also knew that he would want some alone time.
the ride to the hotel was to say the least, awkward. you weren’t sure if he would want to talk about it so instead you waited to see if he wanted to bring it up. he never did so you drove in silence. the city of los angeles always looked beautiful on television but not today. you wanted to leave. you felt kinda selfish about feeling so bad about the loss after all your boyfriend lost the game not you.
“welcome mr. burrow, will you be extending your stay?” straight to the heart, ouch.
“myra, the bengals just lost. oh my god.” you heard the other receptionist not so discreetly tell her co-worker.
“oh, i’m so sor-”
“it’s alright. we’ll be leaving tomorrow morning.” those were the first words you heard him say since driving him back.
the view was breathtaking but not as much as when you’d first checked in. you’d expected to come back even more enamored with it but now it was simply a city you’d leave behind. at least for now.
“y/n, can you start the shower for me?”
“yeah of course.” you headed towards the bathroom quickly after. turning it on mild just how he liked it.
you always thought he was weird for that. you loved the warm water and the steam that would form after a really good shower. maybe it was the constant ice baths he would have that made completely immune to the weird tingly feeling one gets while taking a cold shower.
he took a couple of minutes before he entered the bathroom. you’d never seen him look so defeated, he was probably blaming himself for the loss.
“it’s not your fault, you know?” you couldn’t help but blurt out.
he stayed silent for a couple of seconds. maybe you shouldn’t have said anything, maybe it was still too early to talk about it. you debated on wether you should leave him alone again, maybe go out and find something to do while he thought about tonight.
“probably not all of it but i still feel like it was partially my fault. i feel-” he paused for a moment trying to find the words. “i let everyone down, y/n.”
“did you joe? because i don’t think you did. your team was considered one of, if not, the worst team in the league. and you along with the rest of the team led them to the super bowl. and sure i may not know what it feels to lose something so big but you made ohio proud. at least you made me proud.” you made sure to whisper the last sentence.
you were always proud of him but you never really told him. of course you liked him, a lot, but growing up in a hostile environment you just never really felt open to being so appreciative of something or someone. obviously you would say thank you for something or show your affection by telling someone that they were special to you but never a forward i love you.
and maybe that’s because you were too scared to be vulnerable. but with joe it now felt different. you felt like telling him that you really liked him from time to time or that you were so thankful he was in your life.
“what was that?” he was teasing you now. at least that was an improvement from the sulking.
“i said i’m proud of you dumbass.”
“well, that sure does change my perspective on a lot of things.” he headed over to test the water, “would you care to join me? just a shower though, if you don’t mind.”
“are you insinuating that i’m the horny one in this relationship?” you asked.
“no! that’s always gonna be me but you know i am very good looking so i wouldn’t judge you if you just wanted to throw yourself at me mid shower?” he was so full of himself.
“i blame all of america for boosting your ego so much.” you started to remove your clothing, “hurry up blondie, i don’t like to waste water.”
the water was way too cold for your liking but you didn’t say anything after all you were in here to keep someone happy. someone you loved. and although he couldn’t wash your hair to save his life you couldn’t help but feel all tingly when he did it. it felt like the first day you met him when you got butterflies in your stomach except now they weren’t nervous.
“i love you y/n.”
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series based off of taylor swift’s song style
Summary → He’s the Quarterback of the Cincinnati Bengals, a worldwide heartthrob with an ego the size of Lake Erie—but does he have the heart to match it? You’re the Bengals newest cheerleader, desperate to prove how much you deserve your spot on the team. It doesn’t take much to catch the eye of Joe Burrow, however that isn’t necessarily a good thing when you’re told that any romantic relations between cheerleaders and players is strictly prohibited.
AN → Honestly this idea came to me pretty suddenly, it wasn’t very premeditated. I’m not sure anyone will be interested in reading it, this is me kinda testing the waters. I’m just going through a crazy sad breakup so I’m kinda just trying to get back into the things I love to do, writing being one of them. Also, I kinda just want to get my mind off stuff and who doesn’t love Joe Burrow haha. As always, let me know to be added to the tag list :)
Pairing(s) → Joe Burrow x Fem!Reader
Warnings → Strong Language, Alcohol Use, Mature Themes/NSFW Themes, Angst, Injury, Forbidden Love, More to Come
PART ONE - No Headlights
Teaser →
After a rigorous auditioning process with over a thousand girls trying to earn their spot on the Bengal’s Cheerleading Squad, only forty made the cut. Most returners, some new like yourself. You’d watched girls break bones, continuing to audition on them to have a shot on the squad. Many left in tears, cut and sent home with hardly any reason why.
There was a little bit of metaphorical survivor’s guilt after you’d made the team, knowing this wasn’t your dream like it was for some others. This was only a season or two commitment for you while you finished up your last year of college. Then you’d become a teacher, something you’d had a passion for over the years. Cheerleading was more so a hobby, you’d danced all of your life and had cheered in high school. This wasn’t going to be your livelihood, nor did it offer you the funds to live off of for more than a short while.
There were plenty of rules to follow, many of which had you questioning if this was truly what you wanted. The handbook they’d given you was thick, although some of the girls had told you that they’d lessened up on the requirements over the years after a lawsuit had been filed. In the end, it wasn’t so bad. Tedious, but still a very surreal experience.
From about April to the middle of July, it was practice twice a week from 7:30 at night to about 11. There was a separate facility used to work and condition through the colder months, just following the Super Bowl. Once pre-season truly began, the whole team moved practice facilities. This put you in the same place as the Bengals practiced, giving you more field time than gym time to get acclimated. It was different, especially due to the fact that players and cheerleaders were placed at an arms length most of the time.
The afternoon of the first practice at the new stadium, you’d all been given the talk. This was basically your coaches and executives way of saying that if anyone found out that anyone off the squad had anything more than a friendly, professional relationship with one of the players—they’d be either cut or sanctioned. It was bad for the image of the team, making it bad for those in charge.
It shouldn’t have been a problem.
That first night practice in August was tough, you were coming off of a sprained ankle and the heat was blistering even at 8 at night. Amanda, your head coach, sent you inside to grab some ice from the athletic trainer to bring back out to the field. There was a stigma around the coaching and treatment of NFL cheerleaders, but you’d mostly had a decent experience so far. Your coaches did care that you were healthy and equipped to cheer.
Adorned in a slightly baggy Bengals T-shirt and spandex, you walked through the empty halls of the mostly deserted facility. The players had just ended their practice about an hour earlier, you watched them all exit into the locker room. That meant that mostly everyone had called it a night, heading home. The cheerleaders stayed late because practice was meant to be after work or class, it wasn’t a full-time job.
The door to the athletic trainers office was slightly ajar, the light on. Pushing it open slightly, you stepped in with furrowed eyebrows and a curious look. On the large medical table, ice in hand, sat Joe Borrow still in his practice jersey and shorts. The office was empty besides him, trainer nowhere to be seen.
He was a good looking guy, you’d give him that. Maybe it was the fact that he was 6’4 or maybe it was the fact that he was really fucking good at his sport. He looked up at you and gave a friendly grin, laying the ice on his knee.
“Emily said she was heading home about a half hour ago, her kid was sick or something so she had to pick him up from the babysitter,” Joe told you politely. “I came in just as she was like walking out, she just told me to lock up the office when I was done.”
Someone was clearly a rambler.
“Yeah,” you nodded. “I was just going to grab some ice.”
He nodded and went silent while you walked over to the ice maker, taking the plastic scooper and putting some of it into a plastic bag. He was still looking at you, making it obvious as you saw him from your peripheral. Twisting the bag, you felt slightly awkward just standing there in silence.
“I’m Joe,” he spoke again.
“Y/N,” you turned back towards him. “It’s nice to meet you.”
He extended a hand towards you, smiling as you took it and shook it softly. When you broke from his grip, he remained looking at you. He was definitely one of those people who looked you right in the eyes through the entire conversation. You didn’t know if this made you particularly uncomfortable or slightly excited.
“You’re a cheerleader.”
“Was that a question?” You chuckled, “I think that’s pretty obvious.”
“No, no. I was kind of just thinking out loud.”
He was easily flustered, that much was obvious. He repositioned the bag of ice and looked back up at you with slightly pink cheeks. This made you want to crack a grin, feeling like you were talking to a boy for the first time ever or something.
“I should head back to practice,” you told him, watching him slowly nod in understanding.
“Yeah, of course,” Joe smiled. “It was nice meeting you, Y/N.”
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based off of taylor swift’s song style
a/n → part two!! how this played out was debated for awhile honestly. i hope you guys enjoy and start to understand a little more of the dynamic we’re looking at here. as always, feedback is heavily heavily appreciated and let’s me know you want more. let me know to be added to the taglist! ALSO - a lot of people who commented on part 1 to be added to the taglist don’t have it turned on in settings where i’m able to tag them, so i couldn’t. i won’t be going back through several parts to find your @ so you’ll need to fix it and comment again if you want to be on the taglist in the future.
summary → he’s the quarterback of the cincinnati bengals, a worldwide heartthrob with an ego the size of lake erie—but does he have the heart to match it? you’re the bengals newest cheerleader, desperate to prove how much you deserve your spot on the team. it doesn’t take much to catch the eye of joe burrow, however that isn’t necessarily a good thing when you’re told that any romantic relations between cheerleaders and players is strictly prohibited.
warnings → alcohol use, strong language, nsfw content - oral sex
word count → 3.3k
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SERIES MASTERLIST
Ever since the spontaneous car hookup earlier in the week, things had been a sort of comfortably complicated. Joe had driven you to pick up your car, half hard watching your legs cross so delicately as if he hadn’t just ripped your panties off in the backseat. It was more than a turn on for him.
It was a still silence all the way back to the practice facility. He kissed your cheek and told you to have a goodnight, then you grabbed your cheer bag and had gone home. Joe waited to see if he’d hear from you, wanting to see where you stood on the matter before he pushed his way into your space. He was giving you an out if you wanted it.
You wanted to want it.
It was so wrong. You were breaking the biggest rule imposed on you. Yet, you couldn’t. So you didn’t. It took until mid-afternoon the next day when you texted him to get his actual phone number, the texting exclusively through instagram private message felt a little middle school. He happily obliged, not wanting to pressure you into anything.
The conversation was casual, nothing pertaining to the subject of you fucking in the backseat of his Porsche. The only discussion of that was via Venmo, when he sent you money for a Plan B without question. You hadn’t even requested the money, he just let you know through the transaction that he didn’t want to act entitled to knowing if you were on contraception.
He didn’t know why he was so enamored by you. Joe had a very fuck boy-ish college career, he’d done his fair share of sleeping around and having women throw themselves at him. Some would say this has given him a big ego, he partially agreed. It was never about the hookup culture, though. It was more so just what he thought was right for a college athlete, it was what all his friends had done. He’d broken some hearts, for that he wasn’t proud. It was a time in his life that he was focused on two things: football and partying.
It was pretty obvious that you were the opposite to him. He had done a little social media stalking to find out a little more about the so-called rookie Ben-Gal. Just through instagram he saw that you were a very spirited girl during high school, it seemed like you had a serious boyfriend through most of those four years. He sort of disappeared when you came to the University of Cincinnati.
He wondered if he was your first love. Joe hadn’t ever been able to recall a first love for himself. There had been plenty of girls, he just didn’t ever feel like it was love.
He saw that you had maintained the good girl persona through college too. He was shocked that you’d never joined a sorority. Joe came to realize that you really were just a dedicated student athlete through and through. How you ended up as a Bengals cheerleader? He wasn’t sure.
Joe: What’re you up to tonight?
He typed the message out without thinking much of it, it’d been days since you’d last been together. He hadn’t pushed anything since the car incident. He hung back after practice and watched you rehearse the dance choreography for the preseason that would begin in a few days.
Y/N: Not sure yet
Y/N: Why?
He didn’t really know why. Joe wasn’t so selfish that he wanted to get you in trouble for hanging around him. He just wanted to see you.
Joe: I want to see you.
This was a surprise to you. Not that Joe seemed like the type to sleep with a girl and ghost, but he did kind of seem like the type of guy to do that. He was so charming, though. Everything he said to you sent your stomach into somersaults.
Y/N: Do you?
Joe: I really do
Joe: How do you feel about dive bars?
Y/N: LMAOO
When he didn’t respond to that, you realized he wasn’t kidding when he asked you that. Without thinking much, you laughed and began to type again.
Y/N: Oh shit, you’re serious
Y/N: Can’t say I’m very familiar with the scene lol
Joe: Really?
Y/N: I mean, I just turned 21, I don’t really go to frat parties at school. I really only drink with friends. Haven’t been to many bars.
Joe: Fair enough. I know a spot outside of Cincinnati. It’s pretty small, usually pretty deserted. The crowd is older.
This made you nervous, being in public and easily spotted with Joe made you nervous. It wasn’t the fact that anyone would know who you were, being an NFL cheerleader didn’t make you a celebrity. It was more so the possibility of someone snapping a picture of Joe with you in it, Joe is a celebrity and he’s extremely recognizable.
Y/N: Joe, I really don’t want all this to get back to my coaches. It only takes one person to fuck this all up for me before the season even starts..
Joe: I get that. I’m telling you, nobody here is going to be a problem.
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In between finishing up your hair and adding a red lip tint, you heard a knock on your apartment door. That would definitely be Joe. He’d insisted on coming up to grab you when picking you up, something about being raised decent.
You’d slipped into a navy blue miniskirt and white ribbed tank top. It seemed like the simplest thing for going out to a hole-in-the-wall bar.
“You’re punctual,” you laughed as you opened the door to reveal Joe in a pair of khakis and t-shirt.
“You look,” Joe began, scanning your figure. “I mean you look really great, Y/N.”
He couldn’t help but think about your reddened lips. He didn’t know where the both of you stood on a lot of things, this made him hold back some of what he wished to say.
“Thank you,” your face flushed at his comments.
Both of you just kinda stood there in the doorway for a moment, grinning like high schoolers after their first kiss. Joe’s cheeks were pink, his hands shoved in his pockets as he watched you retrieve your clutch. His eyes fell to the way your ass looked in that skirt on more than one occasion, or more specifically what it would look like out of that skirt.
“Ready?” You asked.
Joe nodded and you headed down to the complex’s garage. It was a comfortable walk, filled with you having the inability to tear your gaze from his toned arms and back. He definitely noticed you staring, grinning each time he caught you from the corner of his eye.
He opened the passenger side door for you, walking around and getting in himself. He looked so fucking good. There was just something about an attractive guy driving, but Joe took it to a whole different level. He pushed his hand through his hair and backed out seamlessly.
Some A$AP Rocky song was playing in the background as you looked out the window at the lit up city. Joe drummed along the steering wheel. It was obvious every time he attempted to slyly glance at the skirt riding up your thighs.
“How do you think this game in a few days will go?” You said softly.
“Hard to say,” Joe replied. “It’s preseason, so technically it doesn’t matter. To the team it matters, though. Losing these early games give guys like Skip Bayless a reason to rip us apart before the season even starts.”
“You listen to stuff like that?”
“It’s hard not to, they practically shove it down our throats the entire season. Last season was tough, not winning the Super Bowl.”
“You made it, though,” you said. “Counts for something.”
He looked at you, smiling softly and glancing at your lips briefly. Once his eyes were back on the road, you took the opportunity to brush a hand over his arm. He let a deep breath out, chuckling a little. The tension was thick, both of you tiptoeing around the fact that you wanted so desperately to rip the other’s clothes off.
He let you touch him, obviously enjoying it. Maybe he wanted to see how far you’d take it, maybe you wanted to see how far you’d take it. Letting your hand fall to his thigh, you used your thumb to brush over the fabric softly. His breathing became a bit unsteady, eyes flickering to you every few seconds.
When you inched closer to his erection, you gave him a look as if to ask for permission. He nodded, groaning soon after you began to palm him through his pants. He was hard, aching for anything you would give him. You felt yourself heating up, surprised by your own actions when you began to undo the button on his pants, unzipping them and assisting in pulling them down ever so slightly.
He was still driving, eyes very focused on the road now. You let yourself begin to palm him through his briefs now, watching him yearn for your touch more and more.
Joe was driving down a long stretch, the road was deserted and only occupied by him as far as he could see. High beams on, he wondered if he should pull over and fuck you then and there. Or maybe he should see where you were going with this.
“Is this okay?” You asked him, looking up.
“Yeah, more than okay,” he breathed out.
Pulling down his briefs, you tried to maneuver your body into a comfortable position. He was hard in your hand, precum gleaming at the tip. As you let yourself take him in your mouth, he let out a guttural moan. With one hand on the wheel, another found the back of your head and weaved its way into your hair.
This was definitely unsafe.
With your knees bent towards him, your ass was in the air as he started to steadily pace you. He thrusted into your mouth, telling you not to stop. Using your tongue to your advantage, you used your hand to pump where you couldn’t reach.
“Good girl, fuck,” he praised you. “Just like that, I really don’t want to crash this car.”
Trying to push him to the back of your throat, you made sure to take it slow. While this was incredibly hot and sexy, Joe was right. One wrong move, he’s crashing you both into a tree.
Letting yourself release him from your mouth, you used your saliva as a lubricant and pumped your hand over top of his shaft. He was breathing hard, letting you gain composure before your mouth was on him again. He couldn’t take it, the way you swirled your tongue to hit every single nerve. It was only when he began to enter the small downtown area that he realized he’d have to forfeit this without finishing.
Pulling up, you wiped your chin and helped him to get his pants done up. This was a space with a decent number of other cars and stoplights. Last thing either of you needed was someone snapping a picture of Joe receiving a blowjob at a red light or something.
You both laughed a little, Joe still very worked up and giving you the side eye. Pulling down the sun visor, you looking into the tiny mirror and realized your red lip had become all smudged. You went into your clutch and grabbed the tint stick out, applying it evenly.
This only turned Joe on more, watching you as he drove down the tiny street. There seemed to be a lot of brick buildings, some people out and about. It was late, though. He pulled into a small side lot, saying this was it.
Stepping out of the car was a breath of fresh air, it had been very hot and sticky after you decided to blow him. Joe adjusted himself, rolling his eyes when you smirked at him. He held a hand out to you, making your cheeks heat up ever so slightly. Then he pulled you down some cellar like set of steps, pushing a heavy green door open to reveal a dimly lit bar. It was a room of purple hues, lights strung up with music playing. There were a few older people, like three or four. All of the bar seats were empty.
“Come sit,” Joe brought you over.
The bartender was easily seventy, she had red hair that was pulled back tightly and an apron tied to her waist. She smiled at you, the tag on her shirt read ‘Jenny’.
“What can I get you tonight?” She asked, looking at the two of you.
“I’ll have a Blue Moon,” he told her.
“I’ll just have a vodka tonic.”
The woman didn’t ask for any ID, she just nodded and smiled. Joe glanced at you, looking around the space and chuckling. You leaned against the bar, taking a sip of your drink as she placed it down. Joe followed suit, talking to you mindlessly about practice.
“Oh my god, it’s Maggie May!” You said over the music, eyes wide when you grabbed Joe and pulled him to the empty space at the middle of the bar.
“What’re you doing?” He laughed.
“We’re dancing!” You smiled, letting him take you by the waist.
He was laughing as you swayed around, spinning in his arms and singing the lyrics as if you were performing them for him. He eventually gained the courage to take your hands and go back and forth a little. The few people occupying the bar watched and whistled, clearly not used to the display.
Taking you in his arms, Joe kissed you sweetly. Watching as you gallivanted him around a little, trying very hard to spin him yourself. Didn’t work very easily when your dance partner was 6’4.
“Oh Maggie I couldn’t have tried anymore! You led me away from home, ‘cause you didn’t want to be alone! You stole my heart, I couldn’t leave you if I tried,” you sang the 70s ballad at him with a large smile.
“You’re beautiful!” He told you over the music.
You both swayed for a moment or so, flustered and laughing at yourselves. Once the song ended, the three or four people watching chuckled with you. Talking about how they remembered when that song had come out.
When you returned to you seats at the bar, you both drank for awhile and made small talk about life. Joe brushed a piece of hair that had fallen in your face back, making you smile and lean in to press a chaste kiss on his lips.
“I like hanging out with you,” you confessed.
It felt like such a small statement, something a sixteen year old would utter to her crush. It was how you felt, though. Joe lit up some suppressed youth within you, he made you feel like a young girl just coming into herself. He was older than you, more mature, well established. It made you question what he saw in you in the first place.
“I like hanging out with you too,” he said in almost a whisper. “I’ll be right back, I’ve gotta use the bathroom.”
Nodding, he walked to the back of the bar. He left his phone face up. His wallpaper was a photo of him and Ja’Marr Chase at the Super Bowl last season. It was sweet, they seemed very close.
A minute or so passed and his phone went off with two texts, one after the other. It felt disrespectful to glance and read them, but anyone would’ve. He left his phone when he could’ve easily grabbed it.
Ava: Missing you.
Ava: Come over?
There was a sudden lurching in your stomach, like you were going to be sick or something. The feeling lasted for a few seconds, leaving you to pull out your own phone and open the Uber app.
“How much was the tab?” You asked the woman, handing her your card and signing all within the span of about a minute.
“You alright, honey?” She asked, watching you grab your clutch to leave.
No.
“Yes, I’m alright.”
Walking out the same way you came in was easy enough, the Uber would be a few minutes so you’d have to wait outside. You were angry, of course, but more so just hurt and upset over the fact that you thought he was actually interested in you.
This was your fault. Your own naive stupidity. This was a twenty five year old NFL quarterback, what the fuck would he want with you? Sex, clearly. That much was obvious. In the end, Joe wasn’t your boyfriend. Not at all, not even a little bit. He was some guy who you barely knew, some guy you’d maybe even misjudged a little bit.
Leaning against the brick of the building, you felt the tears begin to well up. How could you be so fucking stupid?
“Y/N?” Joe came up the steps. “What’s wrong? What’re you doing?”
“Fuck you, Joe,” you sighed into your hands. “I mean seriously, what the fuck do you get out of stringing me along while you’ve already clearly got a girlfriend or a fuck buddy at least!”
He looked confused, a line forming between his eyebrows when suddenly realization washed over him. He got sort of pale all of sudden, embarrassment flushing his face.
“Y/N, it’s not like that. I promise you, it’s not like that with her. There’s more to the situation—”
“Go to hell, Joe,” you sniffled. “Or better, go see Ava. She misses you.”
He stood there silent for a moment, unable to find the words to express how sorry he was for how he made you feel. He could see through the yellow hue of the streetlight that you were crying. His fingernails dug into the flesh of his palm, cursing himself for not bringing his phone into the bathroom.
“I’m sorry, Y/N.”
“No, you’re sorry I saw,” you spit back. “Get the fuck away from me, Joe. I’m taking an Uber home.”
“Let me drive you home, at least. If you never want to speak to me again after that, okay. Just let me take you home.”
When you said nothing, he knew that was it. He’d have to accept defeat there. Anything he said would make it worse, seeing as there really wasn’t a way to make the situation better. There was no excuse, no way to make you see his point of view.
The silence between you was hard and rigid, the only sound being the ambiance of the outside and your occasional sniffling. The worst part was that he’d led you to believe he liked you. That was why it hurt so badly.
The sleek black SUV pulled up and you pushed off the wall you’d been leaning against. Not being able to bear giving Joe a second glance, you went straight to opening the door and hopping inside.
Joe didn’t try and stop you. It wasn’t his place. He only stood there under the streetlight, watching the car drive off and eventually disappear. He felt horrible, running a hand through his hair and walking towards the brick you’d just leaned against. Pressing his forehead to the cold structure, he tried to bring himself to some conclusion.
“Fuck,” was all he muttered.
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Sturdy || Joe x Reader (NSFW)
You had a thing for Joe’s lap.
word count: 3,221
warnings: uhhhh blowjob, #joey loveseat, dom/sub dynamics, daddy name-calling, slight mind-break?
author’s note: I HAVEN’T WRITTEN SMUT IN LIKE years, so please bare with me. i just needed to get this out of my system. i technically have a sequel in mind, so please do let me know if y’all want more!
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you belong with me ll || joe burrow x reader
description: you and Joe have been best friends ever since ohio state and you’ve been his biggest supporter for as long as you both could remember. it was always the same dynamic between you both, friends. very very very close friends. but what if you were more than just friends?
a/n: welcome to part 2! i really couldn’t stop writing this one so i had to split it up :) sorry this took a while!!
warnings: language, mentions of sex
word count: 13.9 k
Part 1
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A few days later
You enter your apartment with tears flowing from your eyes. You throw your bag to the side and kick your shoes off before running over and face planting on your couch. You felt like absolute shit because of the day you had and your anxiety was through the roof. First, it was waking up to your period and dealing with deadly cramps while trying to get ready for work. Then, you got lectured by your Boss for being late to a work meeting because you had spent a few extra minutes in bed because of the cramps, and then you managed to take on a work project that you knew would be too much for you so you could make it up to your boss. Then, you managed to spill coffee all over your very new and expensive outfit. On top of that, the florist for your sister’s wedding–which was slowly approaching–had canceled last minute. You had taken on a lot of the planning duties for her wedding, which you now regret, and things were not going as planned. Everything just felt like it was crumbling.
The thought of you and Joe’s relationship was also still lingering in your mind, you just wanted to know how he felt but didn’t want to push it, and it was driving you insane. So many thoughts were floating through your mind. What if he didn’t feel the same way? What if this caused him to pull away from you? You couldn’t bear the thought of not being able to talk to Joe, not getting to hear his adorable laugh; but most importantly, not having the comfort of knowing you had a person in your life who would always stick by your side no matter what happened. But what if he did feel the same way? What if he had felt the same way all this time but you were too blind to see it? It was an endless battle in your mind and your curiosity was only getting worse by the day; it all could go away if you simply just talked to him, but you refused to push both of you into that situation. If it was going to happen, it would have to happen on its own.
All you could think about was him. Joe was the only person who could make you feel butterflies and lovesick simultaneously.
Lovesick. You were lovesick. You couldn’t think about anything other than Joe and your feelings for him, and it was causing you to spiral, falling into an abyss of feelings you thought you moved on from a long time ago.
“Ughhh,” you grumbled into the pillow. “Why did everything have to be so complicated?” You thought to yourself. You lifted your head from the pillow and reached for your phone, checking the time before you opened up your contacts, calling the only person who could turn your mood around, who you really needed to talk to. And as usual, he picked up in an instant.
“Hey, Y/N,” Joe grinned as he was on the way home from practice.
“H- Hey, Joe,” you said, trying to hide the fact that you were crying.
He instantly noticed something was off by the way you sounded, and this was one of his greatest talents. He could always figure out when you were lying, hiding something, or crying by just hearing your voice.
“Are you okay?” he asked, his smile faltering.
“Y- Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?” you lie, trying to hide your emotions because you don’t want him to be worried.
“You sound..off,” he said as he pulled into his driveway.
“Just tired,” you mumble.
He sighed at your response and was a little mad that you wouldn’t tell him what was really wrong. You had a habit of always bottling up your feelings and never openly talking about them. When they built up, they would come out explosively in the form of a breakdown, and it was not pretty. Joe always had to tell you that it was alright to let them out even if it felt like a lot, but here you were, bottling them up again and not listening to his advice.
“Damn, that sucks,” he said, sounding incredibly stand-off-ish on purpose. “Maybe take a nap?” he suggests as he texts his parents that he won’t be able to join them for dinner tonight, then types in the address of the nearest pizza spot by your apartment. If you weren’t gonna talk to him about what was really wrong, he was going to have to get it out of you himself. This, plus what happened a few days ago with how you randomly left his house early in the morning without explanation was starting to bother him. He needed you to open up and what better way to do so than with pizza, wine, and ice cream? Three of your most favorite things.
You flinch at his sudden change of tone. “Joe-” you begin to say before he cuts you off.
“Listen, I gotta go. I’m kinda busy right now so I’ll talk to you later. Get some rest,” he says before he hangs up, not giving you a second to respond. You move the phone out from your ear as tears pooled your eyes again. Even the one person who could make you feel better couldn’t talk to you right now, and that made you feel even more shitty.
He felt terrible for being so rude to you, but he knew that what you needed was some comfort and leisure, not just another lecture from him like he usually would give when you got like this.
You wiped the tears that fell from your eyes, mumbling “Jerk,” as you got up from the couch to go change into something comfy. You opted for another one of his hoodies, which was a few sizes too big, and a pair of leggings. Then, you did what he said to do which was take a nap. Maybe that would make you feel better since he was too occupied to talk to you for a few minutes.
An hour later
You were woken by the sound of your doorbell, your puffy eyes slowly adjusting to your room which was now dark. You rubbed your eyes as you got out of bed, not bothering to fix your disheveled appearance, and walked straight over to the door to see what it was.
You wiped your nose and cheeks with the sleeve of the sweatshirt as you opened the door, your eyes widening at the sight of what, or who was standing at the door.
“Hard day?” Joe asked with a gentle smile. You looked up at his face, then down to his hands which were holding a box of pizza from your favorite pizzeria, a bottle of pinot noir, and a tub of cookies and cream ice cream.
Your eyes softened when you saw him. This was your biggest weakness. You could never stay mad at him for longer than a few hours, even shorter if you actually saw him in front of you, just like you did now. “Yeah,” you sigh before you open the door a little more to let him in.
He smiled as he walked inside, placing all the stuff he had on the kitchen island. He noticed that you had his blue Nike sweatshirt on, the one he had been looking all over for because it was his favorite, but didn’t say anything because you had it, and that was perfectly fine.
He turns around and sees you standing in front of him, looking incredibly defeated with your puffy eyes and tear-stained cheeks. He instantly grabs your arm and pulls you into him, wrapping his arm around your shoulder and another around your lower back. He held you incredibly close to his warm body, and you wanted him to never let go.
“Jerk,” you murmur against his chest.
“I’m sorry but I had to be a little jerky so I could do this,” he said softly, referring to his little surprise. “Did you really think I would’ve left you hanging like that?”.
“I meannn,” you drag out, teasing him as you look up at him.
Joe gasped dramatically as he said, “I must really be lacking in the bestie department then,”.
“Mmph, please. If anything, you’ve set and exceeded the standards in the bestie department. You’re entering uncharted territory now,” you joke as you feel him rub your back, the warmth of his body making you forget all about your terrible day.
“Oh really? What territory?” he questions as he looks down into your soft eyes.
“Boyfriend territory,” you say, feeling a pit of nervousness in your stomach because you didn’t know why you said that or how he would react to you saying that. It was pretty boyfriendish of him to drop what he was doing at the moment, which was probably getting ready for dinner with his parents which he so clearly was skipping for you, to come over with your favorite things in the hope of making you feel better.
Joe swore his heart stopped when you said that. Boyfriend? He knew you were kidding, at least he thought you were, but the fact that you actually said it in regards to him was making his heart race. Were you calling him your boyfriend?
“I guess I’ll be setting the standards in the boyfriend department as well since nobody knows how to do that either,” he says, trying to act cool.
“Well, you’re setting them pretty high right now,” you smile as you break out from his embrace to examine the goodies he brought, letting out an internal sigh of relief that he didn’t say anything about basically telling him he was acting like your boyfriend. Little did you know that Joe didn’t just want to set the standards in the boyfriend department, he wanted to be the standard, and go above and beyond it for you.
“You’re literally the best person ever for this,” you say as you get a whiff of the delicious pizza.
“Nothing a good pizza, wine, and dessert trio can’t fix,” he shrugs as he walks over to the cabinets to grab plates and glasses.
“Are you drinking the wine too? Don’t you have practice tomorrow?” You ask as you grab the food and bring it over to the couch.
“Nah, it’s optional tomorrow so I probably won’t go,” he says as he brings over the plates.
“Sooo that means you have time?” You ask as you jump on the couch with a grin on your face.
“Yeah, I have time,” he chuckles as he puts the stuff down and joins you on the couch.
“Can we watch Pitch Perfect?” you ask, sticking your bottom lip out.
“Again? I swear to god I’ve seen that movie 30 times with you,” he grimaces.
“You can never get tired of the Barden Bellas, Joey. Just accept it,” you chuckle as you turn on the movie.
“Whatever you say,” he laughs, getting up from the couch and pouring you both a glass of wine.
An hour later, you both are full from the delicious pizza and slightly tipsy from the wine. The movie is still playing in the background as you both are digging into the delicious ice cream.
“Mm, this is soo good,” you groan as you take another bite.
“Told you. Ice cream makes everything better,” he shrugs as he takes another spoonful and shoves it into his mouth.
“You make everything better. This ice cream is just a minor addition,” you say, giving him a loaded look before going back to the ice cream.
He stops eating the frozen dessert and turns over so that his whole body faces you. “You still didn’t tell me what happened,”.
You shove the spoonful of ice cream into your mouth, slowly removing the spoon from your mouth as you hear him talk.
“I know you were lying earlier,” he says, raising his eyebrow.
“Can’t ever hide anything from you, Can I?” You chuckle as you put the spoon down and turn so that your whole body is facing him, tucking your legs under you as you sit up on your knees.
“Even if you tried,” he smiles.
You let out a deep breath before running your fingers through your hair. “I just had a really shitty day and my head feels like it’s ready to explode,”.
He reaches over and grabs your hand, entwining your fingers before giving it a gentle squeeze. “What happened?”.
“Well first, I’m on my period so I literally feel like I’m about to die,” you say.
“Good thing I brought ice cream then,” he chuckles.
“Like I said, you’re the best person ever. Anyway, then I was a bit late to a work meeting because of the cramps and my boss absolutely berated me for it. So then to soften the blow, I told her I would take on this project for next month but I’m definitely way in over my head with it and I haven’t even really looked into it. And then I spilled coffee all over my very expensive outfit which I just bought last week,” you sigh.
“I’ll buy you a new one,” he said, giving you a look that told you he was being serious and not just trying to make you feel better.
“You don’t have to,” you giggle. “This was more than enough,” you say, pointing over at the empty pizza box and wine glasses.
“Mmm, it wasn’t but continue,” he says.
You playfully roll your eyes and continue, “And then worst of all, the florist for Kaylee’s wedding canceled and the wedding is in 3 weeks. I don’t know why I took on so many planning responsibilities because I feel like I’m drowning and I really don’t want to screw up her wedding,”. You feel tears pool in your eyes again, feeling another wave of anxiety come over you.
“Hey, it’s gonna be okay,” Joe soothes while rubbing your hands, noticing that you started to get antsy again. “You’re not going to screw anything up,”.
“Really? Because it feels like I’m screwing up everything,” you say, tensing up. You were partly referring to the wedding, but also about you and Joe’s friendship which you were at risk of ruining because of your emotions. You would always try to talk to Joe about your feelings no matter what they were, but this time you couldn’t even if it was when you needed to the most.
“Are we still talking about the wedding?” He asks, feeling a change in what you were talking about based on your demeanor.
“I don’t even know anymore,” you say as you start to cry. “I just have so many thoughts going through my head right now that I don’t even know what’s really making me act like this,”. You felt hot tears streaming down your cheeks again as you started to shake a little.
Joe felt awful seeing you like this. He still felt like you weren’t telling him everything, but he didn’t want to push you if you really didn’t want to talk about it, especially if it was making you act like this. He hated seeing you upset and the sight of your tear-stained cheeks and swollen eyes broke his heart.
“Come here,” he mumbles as he reaches out for your arm, pulling you on top of him and in for a hug.
You shoved your head into the crook of his neck almost like it was a reflex, letting out another sigh as he wrapped his arms around your waist. “I don’t know what’s going through your head, but I’m here if you need anything. I’m always here and I’m not going anywhere,” he says as he rubs your back. Joe always had a way of alleviating your pain, knowing exactly how to bring you down if you were stuck on a dark cloud. Whether it was his promising words or his pacifying hugs, he could always make you ignore your worries.
“Thanks for always being here,” you sniffle against his neck.
“I’m always going to be here,” he says before pressing two soft kisses on your forehead, which is new. “You can’t get rid of me that easily,” he smirks.
Your heart fluttered when you felt him press his lips against your skin. He’d never done that before, even when you had breakdowns worse than this. Was he just being sweet or was this something else?
All he wanted to do was to take your pain and anxiety away. He still wasn’t sure what was making you act like this, surely it wasn’t just a bad day at work, so what was it? Was it connected to how you randomly sneaked out of his house a few days ago without telling him you were leaving?
“No, No, No. Enough with the investigation. She needs her best friend right now,” Joe thought to himself as he went back to comforting you. He looked down and saw you clutching onto his bicep as your head stayed in the crook of his neck, feeling your shallow breaths and teardrops. You felt his hand move to the back of your head, his fingers moving through your hair and gently rubbing your head.
“You’re okay,” he soothes. “Everything’s going to work out for the better on its own. I promise,” he says. You really couldn’t see how everything would work out on its own, but his words were incredibly convincing.
A few minutes later, the once-flowing tears had now dried up and your breathing had returned back to normal. You stayed in his comfortable embrace for a little longer, relishing the peace and warmth it was providing. The warmth radiating off of his body felt like a safety blanket, just like how it felt when you were cuddling him a few nights ago at his house.
“You’re so comfy,” you mutter against his neck. “My personal body pillow,”.
“You can use me anytime you want,” he says, pulling you in tighter.
You smile at his words and then press a kiss to his neck, not really sure why, but it felt right.
Joe froze when he felt you kiss his neck. You’d never done that before, ever. His heartbeat picked up and his palms started to get sweaty, and you could feel it. Was that because of you? Were you making him nervous?
Then and there he felt like telling you how he felt. He wanted to tell you that it was going to be alright, that he loved you more than anything in the universe and would always be here for you in every way possible, and that you belonged with him. But he didn’t because he didn’t want to do this now, it didn’t feel right. He wasn’t going to do that to you right now when you needed comfort more than anything. No reason to push those feelings onto you and cause you to get worked up again.
“Thank you for doing this. I know today was your weekly dinner with your parents so I appreciate you skipping it for me,” you say, pulling your head out of his neck and meeting his soft eyes.
“You remembered?” He asked, a little surprised that you remembered his weekly dinners with his parents.
“Of course, I remembered. You’ve been having weekly dinners with them since you got drafted, same day every week,” you grin. “But seriously, thank you for doing this. You always know how to make me feel better,”.
“It’s my job,” he shrugs.
“Well, you deserve a promotion because you’re doing amazing,” you smile as you move his hair out from his eyes. You stare at him for a few seconds, taking in every detail about his face. His perfect ski slope nose was a little red because of the cold weather, his deep blue eyes that you wanted to get lost in, the little scruff on his chin that you wanted to feel against your body, and his adorable smile lit up the entire room. Everything about him was perfect. He was perfect, and you wanted him so badly.
“You still owe me an explanation for why you snuck out of my house that morning,” he said, snapping you out of your daze as he moved a few strands of hair out of your face.
“Ohh, uhh. I thought I told you. Lydia needed my help getting ready for her brunch date,” you lie. “She was freeaaaking out. So she picked me up and we went back to my place to get her ready,”.
Joe knew you were lying. The tone of your voice gave it away but also since he asked Lydia. He asked her if you were alright after you texted him saying she picked you up for morning Pilates since she didn’t want to go alone. Joe didn’t understand why you were lying to him, but he also didn’t want to ask you since he had just gotten you to relax and didn’t need you to get anxious again.
“Ah, I see,” he says. You let out an internal sigh of relief at his response since it seemed like he believed you.
“Next time, wake me up because that felt awfully like a walk of shame,” he teased, making you blush and squirm in his arms.
“That’ll be the first walk of shame that happened even though the pair in question didn’t do anything scandalous,” you giggled.
“Tell that to my neighbors,” Joe mumbled as he looked up at the ceiling.
“What?” you shrieked as you moved out of his arms, a look of confusion on your face.
“Yeahhh, they saw you run out of the house and mentioned it to me when I was taking out the trash,” he said as he nervously wiped his hands on his thighs.
“Oh my god. Which neighbor?” you cringed, covering your face with the sleeves of his your hoodie.
“Mrs. Nelson,” he laughed, knowing that you were scared of her. Something about that woman’s eyes sent chills up your spine whenever you would see her. You saw her most evenings when you were leaving Joe’s house, and she looked like she was judging you every single time.
“She said, ‘Joey, I know that you young men have needs, but could you at least tell her to put on some pants before darting out the door bright and early in the morning. Some of the neighbors have kids that like to be out early,” Joe said in a girly voice.
“Oh my god,” you whined against your hands. “Did you at least correct her?” you asked as you moved your hands from your face.
Joe looked around the room with a smug look on his face, avoiding your eyes which told you everything you needed to know.
“Joseph Lee!” you screamed as you got up from the couch and started hitting him with a pillow.
“Hey, it was funny,” he laughed as he held up his hands to protect himself from your swings.
“I’m not laughing,” you said, trying to hide your smile. Truth be told, it was pretty funny.
“Okayy, we’re not about to do this again,” Joe says as he gets off the couch.
“Why? Because you manhandled last time and ended up under me?” you smirk as you twirl the pillow around.
“Because this time, you’ll be the one under me,” he teases, giving you a wink. Your stomach did a backflip and the room felt like it got 10 degrees hotter because of his alluring words. The wine was definitely doing its thing right now, for both of you. Words came out of his mouth that he would never say to you, and you weren’t even thinking twice about them. For once, you didn’t overanalyze his words and went straight back to the conversation.
“That’s it!” you giggle as you start hitting him with the pillow again, but he retaliates by reaching down and swooping you off your feet. He throws you over his shoulder, resting one of his hands extremely close to your ass on purpose. He knew exactly what he was doing right now, and you were loving every second of it even though you could barely process it.
“Joe, let go of me,” you laugh as he makes his way through your apartment with you over his shoulder.
“How does it feel to get manhandled, Hm?” he smiles as he kicks open your room door, gently tossing you down onto the bed as you let out a soft yawn.
“Extremely Comfy,” you smile back as he kneels on the bed to hover over you. He places both of his hands on each side of your head, caging you in; this position feels a little too coupley. His hair was falling into his eyes as his big body was shielding you from the overhead light of your room, almost creating a cocoon around you.
“Hi,” you whisper, staring deeply into his gentle eyes that were now a shade of deep blue, just like the ocean.
“Hi,” he chuckles. His lips were just inches from yours and he had the urge to crash his lips down on yours and kiss you like he had been wanting to do all these years.
Similarly, you felt like reaching up and pushing his face down onto yours, capturing his perfect lips in a soft kiss. Both of you had the same thought but neither of you knew that.
“You look pretty,” Joe mumbled as he moved a few strands of hair behind your ear before moving his hand back to where it was, setting fireworks off in your heart.
“I don’t but thanks for lying,” you say as you fist one of your hands into his hair, playing with the strands.
“Please. You always look pretty, Y/N. You’re the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen,” he adds, feeling lovestruck at the sight of you giggling underneath him. Your eyes sparkle in the light, your skin glowing, and your once puffy eyes are now back to normal. His stomach was doing backflips as he realized he was on top of you right now, in a position that wasn’t generally friendly, but you didn’t seem to be bothered by it; just like how you seemed when you were on top of him a few nights ago.
The pit of nervousness in your stomach was back as your breathing intensified. Your palms started to feel sweaty while your face felt hotter than usual. There was no way that this was a friendly interaction right? He was literally on top of you, inches from your face, and had the same exact look he had on his face on the way home from the Christmas party a few days ago, lovestruck.
“Thank you for coming over tonight,” you said, your eyes not moving from his. “I don’t know what I’d do without you,”.
“I told you, I'm always going to be here for you and I mean it. You’ve always been there for me when I needed someone and I couldn’t be more grateful for you. When the most special & important girl in my life needs someone, I'm there. Anytime, Any place,” he says, his face moving closer to yours.
The most special and important girl in his life, he said. He was talking about you and only you and that was the cherry on top that sealed the deal.
“I know that even if everything in my life fades, including football and the people I’ve met along the way, I know that you’ll always be there no matter what,”.
Your stomach was in knots right now. You wanted to scream and cry right now because of his words–but out of happiness and not despair. You felt like you were being transported back to college right now, experiencing those new feelings of excitement when you realized you had a crush on someone. Back in college, you felt those feelings of excitement about Joe. And years later, those feelings of excitement were still calling his name.
Love. That was it. You were in love with Joe. You have been in love with him since you two were just a couple of silly college kids trying to get through young adulthood together. Those feelings that you thought were momentary and situational, were permanent and eternal. And now that you two were grown up, it was clear how you felt about him. You had avoided those feelings for too long, and they only got stronger as the moments passed by. No wonder none of your past relationships would ever work out. The right person was in front of you this entire time and has been there for as long as you can remember.
Screw letting things happen naturally. You couldn’t take it anymore. You were on the verge of screaming how you felt about him at the top of your lungs. You had to tell Joe what you were feeling even if it was right now, completely out of the blue.
“Joe I-,” you start to say before the sound of his phone ringing interrupts you.
You watch as he closes his eyes and sighs, “Hang on,” he says as he moves off of you and takes his phone out of his pocket.
“It’s my mom. You good if I take this?” He asks you.
“Yeah, of course. Tell her I said Hey,” you smile. You watch as he fixes his hair and walks out of your room, shutting your door and leaving you alone with your thoughts.
You couldn’t believe that you were so close to telling him how you felt. So, so, so close. You loved him more than anything in the world and now that you realized it, you wanted him to be yours, and only yours.
“I love him,” you whispered to yourself as you stuffed your face into a pillow to hide the blood rushing into your cheeks. You started kicking your feet back and forth, feeling exactly how you did in college when you first realized you liked Joe. It felt like pure teenage innocence. He was the only man you had ever loved now that you thought about it. Yes, you had said those 3 words to other men before, but you never meant it like you did with Joe.
“Hey Mom,” Joe says as he sits down on the couch.
“Hey Sweetie. Everything alright? You didn’t really explain why you had to miss dinner tonight?” She says.
“Sorry about that. Y/N had a really bad day and I’m over at her place right now,” Joe said as he looked over to your side table, spotting a picture frame that had a photo of the two of you. The photo was of you two after the AFC championship game in 2022 that sent the Bengals to their first Super Bowl in years. You were clutching onto his waist, your head leaning on his chest and a huge smile plastered on your face as you were looking up at him. Joe had his arm around your shoulder and was in the middle of putting his championship hat on your head. Both of you were surrounded by tons of people, but the only thing you could focus on was each other. The candid photo captured both of your sentiments perfectly.
Flashback to 2022
You were waiting on the sidelines, taking in the moment as much as you could before you went over to celebrate with Joe. The Bengals had just beat the Chiefs, 27-24, and were on their way to the Super Bowl for the first time in years. You got an intense feeling of Deja vu as you watched Joe’s teammates lift him up on their shoulders, just like how they did when he won the Natty. You were lucky enough to be by his side for both of these significant moments and now you’d be by his side on the grandest stage of them all.
“I’m so proud of him,” Robin said as she wrapped her arm around your shoulder, squeezing you tightly.
“You and me both,” you whispered, a smile creeping up on your face as you made eye contact with Joe, his smile somehow getting bigger.
His mom looks over at him and follows his intense gaze right over to you, smiling at the way he is looking at you. “Go over there,” she encourages as she lets go and lightly pushes you.
“I’ll be back,” you smile at her before making your way onto the field.
Joe walked over to you and met you halfway, an evident bounce in his step reflecting the happiness he felt right now. “Hey there Mr. AFC Champ,” you giggle as you pull down your beanie a little more to protect your head from the cold January air.
He doesn’t say anything back, instead just wraps his arms around you and pulls you in for a big hug, swaying you back and forth.
“Hey, watch the outfit,” you murmur against his warm neck. He was definitely wrinkling up your dark orange sweater with his big, sweaty, grassy, but warm body.
“Screw your outfit,” he laughs as he pulls away from the hug.
“Yeah, you’re right,” you smile. “We got bigger things to talk about,”.
“Oh really? Wonder what it could be?” Joe smirks.
“I’m getting a major sense of Deja vu right now,” you say, your eyes navigating up to his head which was covered by the championship hat, your mind going back to the sight of the National Championship hat on his head in 2020.
He suddenly pulls you back into his chest, this time squeezing you even harder. “I can’t believe it,” he whispers.
“Well, you better believe it. I’m so fucking proud of you, Joe,” you say, moving your head so that you were looking up at him, tears starting to pool in your eyes. Words wouldn’t be enough to describe how proud you were of him at this moment. His first full NFL season resulting in his first Super Bowl appearance was incredible, truly magical. You watched for months as he worked his ass off to rehab his knee and get back to where he needed to be, and getting to see all of his hard work pay off was the most fulfilling part of it all.
“You did amazing out there today, I seriously have never seen anything like this,” you sputter.
He looked down at you, meeting your shiny eyes with his baby blues. His eyes moved to the beanie on the top of your head, and then you felt it being pulled off of your head. Your hair was flying everywhere as you watched him throw it down to the ground, your head now felt incredibly bare and cold.
“Hey, My beanie!” You yelled as you looked at it on the ground. You looked back up at him with a scowl, “What was that for?”.
“So I could do this,” he says as you watch him take the hat off of his head, your smile coming back to your face instantly as you feel his hand slide along your waist. He places his hat on your head, giving your head a few pats to make sure it’s secure. Joe’s mom snapped a few photos of the adorable interaction, neither of you noticing her presence a few feet away from you.
“If I’m Mr. Champ, then you’re Mrs. Champ,” he laughed.
“Mrs?” You laughed as you raised your eyebrow. “Don’t see a ring to prove it,” you add as you pretend to look intensively at your fingers. You were trying to keep it cool, definitely not trying to act like you were doing backflips internally at the mention of being ‘Mrs.’. You knew he was just joking, but your heart couldn’t help but flutter at the sound of being his ‘Mrs.’.
“Ring will hopefully be coming February 13th, 2022,” he sighed.
“Damnnn. So we’re talking about that kinda ring?” You teased, pretending to look disappointed.
“What did you think?” He smirked, knowing exactly what kinda of ring you were talking about. It was his fault for saying ‘Mrs.’, implying you were his wife, but he always enjoyed the playful back and forth.
“Ya know, Princess cut? Emerald cut? But I guess a Super Bowl ring will do just fine,” you say while rolling your eyes playfully.
“Maybe you’ll get two,” Joe shrugs as he lets go of you.
“Proposing without even dating the girl?” you say as you raise your eyebrow, straightening out your sweater which had a few grass marks on it from his jersey.
“Well, if the girl already knows anything and everything there is to know about me, and I know anything and everything about the girl, then it’s easy to skip the ‘getting to know each other’ phase,” he laughs.
“Relentless,” you chuckle while shaking your head; your heart still soaring at the flirty back and forth that you two would often have. Sometimes it would be silly, sometimes serious, but often flirty; but that never weirded either of you out for some reason.
You turn your head to the side, realizing it wasn’t just the two of you out there and that you were surrounded by many other people who wanted a chance to talk to Joe. This would happen a lot, especially in these kind of moments. You two would find each other in a crowded room, and once you were face to face, everything around you would fade away, leaving just the two of you there, together.
“I think I’ve kept you long enough,” you say, feeling a little shy that this whole interaction happened around so many people, many of whom were probably not even paying attention, but to your overthinking mind, they were. “You probably want to go celebrate with the guys anyway,” you say, looking down at your boots.
A scoff leaves his mouth, “And leave you? Never,” he says as he gives you a loaded look.
“That’s sweet but they’re your guys,” you say as you look back up.
“And you’re my girl,” Joe says, instantly turning tomato red as he realizes what he just said to you. That wasn’t supposed to come out of his mouth. He watches you flinch, your face tensing up at the awkward moment that just happened.
“Not like that,” he quickly retreats, scrambling to make sure he didn’t just make you uncomfortable.
You stay quiet for a few heartbeats, his anxiety getting worse by the second. But then you let out a laugh and cover your mouth to hide your big smile, “I know what you mean,”. He lets out a sigh of relief, his mind cooling back down but your insides were still as hot as ever. Being ‘his girl’ didn’t sound so bad.
“But seriously, you probably have tons of media and stuff to do right now since you’re now Super Bowl-bound, so I’ll leave you to it,” you say as you pull him in for another hug, sliding your hand up and down his back.
“I’ll come find you later, I promise,” he whispers into your ear, sending chills down your spine and butterflies in your stomach.
You pull away and say, “I thought you and the guys would go out or something?”.
“They are but I wanna take you and my parents out for dinner or something,” He smiles. “I want to celebrate with the most significant people in my life,”.
“I won’t fight you on that,” you beam as you stare deeply into his soothing eyes.
End of flashback
“Well aren’t you a good friend,” His mom says over the phone, snapping Joe out of his trance.
“Yeahh,” he nervously chuckles, his mom instantly noticing his awkward tone.
“Tell me what’s wrong,” she sighs.
Joe goes silent, he knows that he can’t hide anything from his Mom but still tries. He heaves out a sigh before getting straight to the point. “I like her. Like a lot. Like I love her,” he says quietly, making sure you didn’t overhear.
He hears his mom laugh over the phone, his brows furrowed at the response he gets. “About damn time!”.
“What?” he questions. “It’s about time you admitted it. I think everyone knows that you’ve had a thing for Y/N since Ohio State, Joe,” she smiles.
“Oh god. Is it that obvious?” he whispers, making sure that you don’t hear him.
“Mhm. Obvious to everyone but the two of you,” she replies, causing Joe’s eyes to widen.
“What do I do, Mom? I want to tell her but I feel like it’ll screw it all up if she doesn’t feel the same,”.
“Just talk to her, Joey. I know she feels the same way about you. I have seen the way she looks at you, talks about you, and acts around you. She loves you, just like you do her. Your girl has been in front of you this entire time,” she advises.
“I told myself I’d let things happen naturally, but I just can’t keep it in anymore,” Joe sighs, throwing his head back to the pillow.
“Naturally? Sweetie, you’ve been letting things happen naturally for nearly what, 9 years? You’ve been tip-toeing around each other for entirely too long. You both are grown adults now and I personally think it won’t hurt to give it a shot, especially since I think that it’ll turn out to be the best thing for both of you. She’s a wonderful girl and the effect she has on you is unlike anything I’ve ever seen, and the same goes for the effect you have on her. That’s true love,” his mom adds. “Just simply talk to her,”.
And Joe took that advice to heart. His mom was right, he just had to talk to you. He never had trouble talking to you about anything before, you were always receptive and understanding. Talking to you about his feelings shouldn’t be so difficult, especially if there was a chance that you felt the same way.
You got up from your bed, a little concerned since Joe hadn’t come back to the room yet. You opened your door and walked outside to him staring up at the ceiling.
“Hey, you alright?” you asked as you leaned against the wall.
Joe sits up straight when he hears your voice and quickly tries to recollect himself so that you don’t suspect that something is wrong.
“Yeah, she just was asking about why I skipped dinner and if you were alright,” he said.
“Ohh,” you nodded. If that was all they were talking about, why did Joe look so flustered?
“Well, I hope you told her that I’m fantastic now all thanks to her son who knows how to flip someone’s mood around better than he knows how to make french toast,” you tease.
“I only burnt them once,” he scoffed as his jaw fell open.
“It was definitely a little more than that,” you said as you moved from the wall to the kitchen, grabbing him a water bottle. “We can try again tomorrow morning and see if you’ve gotten any better,” you laughed.
“Tomorrow Morning?” Joe asked.
“Yeah. It’s getting pretty late and since you don’t have practice tomorrow, I was thinking you could stay over?” you said as you handed him the bottle. You were hoping and praying he would stay.
“Are you sure? I don’t want to intrude,” he says as he takes the bottle from you, his thumb lightly touching your fingers which sends electricity through your body.
“Intrude on what? It’s just me,” you grinned. “The only thing is, the ‘guest bedroom’ is my storage room so we’d have to share my bed,”.
“It worked out pretty well last time,” Joe softly laughed as he got up from the couch.
“So you’ll stay?” you perk up, trying to hold back from looking too happy.
“Come on,” he smiles, grabbing your hand and leading you to your room. Both of you were trying to hold back from saying something to each other about your feelings that you were both now certain of, and both of your faces were showing it. You were like two lovestruck teenagers.
A few minutes later, Joe settled into your bed while you were changing into your Pajamas. His heartbeat only got faster by the second now that he was thinking of when the right moment to talk to you was. Was right now a good time or was it too sudden? You were probably tired anyway, so maybe the next time you see each other would be better.
He watched as you came out of the bathroom in a short-sleeved Ohio State Football shirt, one of his, and shorts, looking absolutely angelic. He wondered how many of his clothes had piled up in your closet over the years.
“Do you need anything before I turn off the lights?” You ask him while you plug in your phone.
“I’m good,” he lazily smiles as he pulls the covers up.
You nod, turn the lights off, and slide into the bed next to Joe. You weren’t nervous this time like you were a few nights ago. Maybe it was because you actually came to a conclusion about your feelings for him or maybe it was because he was in your bed and not the other way around.
“Night, Joey,” you yawn as you look over at him.
“Night, Y/N,” he smiles as he closes his eyes.
An hour later
He couldn’t sleep. He tried and tried but he couldn’t fall asleep. He looked over at you, your eyes closed and soft snores coming from your mouth. His mind was still racing and it wouldn’t stop, and you being asleep right next to him wasn’t helping. Nothing about what happened tonight was helping. It was like he was on the verge of exploding because he couldn’t keep it in any longer, and he’d never ever felt like this before, and it was all because of you.
He turned over to face you, your hair was sprawled out against the pillow, some strands on your face, and your breathing was steady. He moved his hand to move the stray stands out of your face, but as soon as he did, you started moving. He quickly moved his hand away from your face and turned back to face the ceiling, closing his eyes and pretending to be asleep.
He felt you move around a little more before he felt weight on his arm. He opened his eyes and slowly looked over at you to see you resting your head against his bicep.
“Y/N?” he whispered.
No response. You were definitely still asleep.
He carefully moved his arm out from underneath your head and allowed you to move into him. You turned so that you were on your stomach but still pressed against his chest. You draped your leg over his and pressed your head against his chest and his arms settled around you, holding you close. He tried to even out his breathing, which was increasing because of your movements. You were cuddling him right now, just like how he was cuddling you a few nights ago. This time, your warm body was providing him comfort and security.
A few moments later, he had gotten a little more comfy, now feeling a wave of sleepiness come over him. He looked down at you, smiling at the fact that you were doing this naturally and completely in your sleep, like a reflex. He pressed a few soft kisses to the top of your head before looking up at the ceiling.
You were right there. You had always been right there, he thought to himself.
“I love you,” Joe whispered to you as he closed his eyes.
Saturday - The Day before Joe’s Birthday
The rest of the week had gone by pretty smoothly and you had Joe to thank for that. The morning after Joe stayed over, he helped you track down a new florist for your sister’s wedding. He pulled some strings to help you get the florist on such short notice, and naturally, it worked as nobody could say no to Joe Burrow. Then, he pulled out your laptop and helped you look through your work project. Going through it with him definitely helped you feel calmer about it since two minds were looking at it instead of 1. Even though his brain was wired to be a quarterback, he still had some knowledge about finance in his head from college which came to your advantage. He told you that if you ever felt like it was too much, to just let your Boss know, and if she ever had an issue with you, he would talk to her personally and let her know how much stress you’ve been under lately.
He always put in so much thought when it came to you, and you could never seem to fully grasp it. He even went online and ordered you a bunch of new, very expensive, clothes to make up for the outfit that you destroyed because of your spilled coffee. He always thought of everything and hit every corner. The only thing that was now left to be sorted out was telling him how you felt about him, and you couldn’t wait to tell him.
Today, you spent most of the day wrapping gifts for Joe as his birthday was tomorrow. The Bengals were playing Monday Night Football at home, so for once he was free on his special day. Even though he told you he didn’t want anything, you obviously didn’t listen to him. He always went above and beyond for your birthday, and you wanted to do the same for him as much as you could.
You hit all the corners when it came to getting him birthday gifts this year. The first thing you got him was a funny Squidward sweatshirt, a character with whom Joe shared a lot of similarities. You thought it was so endearing that he still watched SpongeBob, especially now that he’s a 27-year-old millionaire, but he still found comfort in the things that made him who he was. The next thing you got him was the Lego Porche set he had been dying to get his hands on, but was extremely hard to find. You searched every Lego store in the vicinity before you found it in a rare collectibles store downtown. Joe loved Legos, another thing about him that was incredibly precious to you. That man could spend hours in a room building a Lego set when he could, and you were often there to help him. The next thing you got him was a new pair of Cartier Shades. They were a pretty penny, but he deserved to be spoiled on his birthday, and this was just the thing for him. The final thing you got him, maybe your most favorite, was a Night Sky Map from January 13th 2020, the night he won the CFP National Championship. For a man who loved space and anything related to it, this was the perfect gift. The Map showed the exact position of the stars at the time LSU had won the game at the Mercedes Benz Superdome.
“Perfect,” you smiled as you looked at the Map. You finished wrapping the gift and placed it on the counter with the rest of them. You then pulled out your phone to text Joe and see what his plans were for tomorrow.
You: hey there birthday boy!! what ya up to tomorrow?
Joe: hey y/n :) nothing really. prob watching some film and relaxing before the game on Monday
Your jaw dropped when he told you his plans. There was no way he was spending his birthday alone, boarded up inside of his house.
You: joe….
Joe: yes?
You: your birthday is tomorrow
Joe: i’m well aware lol
You: care to explain why you are spending your birthday alone?
Joe: my parents and some of the guys were pushing me to do a dinner or something but I told them I just wanted to focus on the game and rest the day before
That was a reasonable excuse, but you were not about to let him spend his special day all alone. Especially since usually, he would have a game on his birthday.
You: that’s fair but this is your first free birthday in a longgg time. don’t you wanna do something fun?
Joe: fun can wait until the season ends
Hmm, this was going to be harder than you thought. He really wasn’t going to do anything fun on his birthday, was he?
Suddenly, you had a lightbulb moment. It would be pretty lame if you told him you were going to come over for a bit to celebrate with him, so what about a surprise? You could lie to him and say you would be out of town tomorrow, but back for the MNF game, and surprise him at his house. You could bake him his favorite dessert, order his favorite food, and bring everything over to his house along with his gifts.
You: if you say soooo. but just so you know, i’ll be out of town all day but i’ll be back for the game on Monday. i have some gifts for you that i can give you after the game :)
Joe’s smile dropped as he read the text. He was hoping you would say that you were going to come over to keep him company on his birthday, which he deep down did not want to spend alone. He couldn’t show that he was unhappy that you weren’t going to see him on his birthday, so he pretended to act like it was alright.
Joe: no biggie :) i’ll see you in the suite monday?
You: definitely. wouldn’t miss it for the world ;)
You felt bad about lying to him, knowing that he was probably sitting there thinking about how he had to spend his birthday alone. Of course, he needed to relax and focus, but nobody really wanted to spend their birthday alone. And he wasn’t going to, even if he thought he was.
A smile crept onto your face as you thought about tomorrow. Maybe you could even finish telling him what you were going to say to him a few nights ago.
Sunday - Joe’s Birthday
You walked over to the oven, pulling out the fresh Pumpkin Pie you had baked for Joe earlier. You placed it onto the counter to cool as you heard your apartment doorbell ring from what was probably the food delivery person.
You walked over to the door, greeted the delivery person, and grabbed the food; cajun from Joe’s favorite NOLA-inspired restaurant downtown. After placing the food on the counter next to the pie, you bring over the bag of gifts and set it next to everything, giving everything another check to make sure it was perfect.
“Food, drinks, pie, gifts…” you list off as you feel like you’re forgetting something.
“Balloons!” you chirp as you speed walk into your room to grab the balloons you got him last night. After bringing the balloons over to the rest of the items you had for his little birthday surprise, you gave everything another check, and this time it was all perfect.
A few minutes later, your car was all loaded up with his birthday surprise and you were on his way to his house. You were bobbing your head along to the song playing on the aux, “You Belong With Me”.
“If you could see that I'm the one who understands you, Been here all along, so why can't you see? You belong with me, you belong with meee,” you sing, a huge smile plastered on your face as your mind strays to the only man it could ever wander to. “He’s gonna love this,” you say as you bite your lip in anticipation.
20 minutes later, you pull into his driveway, watching as the sun sets over the horizon. You quickly turned off your car, hopped out of your car, and grabbed the balloons from the backseat. After taking a few deep breaths to calm your excitement with the balloons in hand, you make your way over to his door, but to just your luck, someone spotted you. Of course, it was Mrs. Nelson who seemingly was coming back home after her evening walk.
“Fuck,” you mumble. You slowly walk closer to his door, and her eyes tracking you as you try not to look at her. You see her shake her head from the corner of your eye and let out a small chuckle, prompting her to clear her throat out of rudeness. You pause at the steps to his door, plaster a fake smile onto your face, and turn to say “Hi, Mrs. Nelson,”.
The peculiar woman doesn’t respond and just shakes her head again before turning around and walking into her house. “Damn, tough crowd,” you laugh as you walk up the steps to his door. You press his doorbell, waiting for a few moments as you begin to think about how you are going to tell him about your feelings, but before you can get too deep into those thoughts, the door swings open.
“Y/N?” Joe says, his jaw practically on the floor.
You leap into his arms and pull him in for a warm hug, “Happy Birthdayyyy!” you squeal as you sway him back and forth.
“I thought you–” he begins to say before you pull out of the hug to interrupt him.
“You believed me?” you say as you gently push his shoulder. “I would never leave you alone on your birthday goofball,”.
“I seriously thought you weren’t coming,” he says as he scratches the back of his neck
“Damn. I’m for sure lacking in the bestie department then,” you giggle.
“Please, you have fully broken through the ceiling of the bestie department and are entering dangerous territory,” he teases, echoing your words from a few days ago.
“Oh yeah? What territory?” you ask, raising your eyebrow.
“Girlfriend territory,” he teases as he watches your face turn a little red. Your heart skips a beat when he says the word ‘girlfriend’. Is this how he felt when you said he was entering boyfriend territory a few nights ago?
“Come inside,” he says, breaking you out of your trance. “It’s cold out here,”.
“Hang on, I have all your stuff inside the car,” you say as you hand him the balloons.
“What stuff?” he asks.
“Your birthday stuff, duhh,” you giggle as you quickly turn around to grab everything from the car.
Joe shakes his head and laughs as he watches you scurry over to your car, and then struggle to grab everything all in one go. “You need help?” he yells.
“Nope! I got it,” you yell back.
A few minutes later
You let out a breath as you finally make it inside with everything for his surprise, then slip off your shoes before walking over to Joe who was examining everything.
“Damn, when the hell did you do all this?” He asked.
“I’ll never spill my secrets,” you chuckle as you take everything out of the bags. His heart was soaring because of you. You really did all of this just for him, making him feel the the most special guy on the planet.
He watches as you take out the food, his face lighting up as he reads the name of the restaurant on the boxes.
“Cajun?” He asks.
“You know it,” you wink.
You then carefully take out the pumpkin pie from the bag, setting it next to the delicious dinner.
“And pumpkin pie?!” He says, his eyes widening.
“I know you love my pumpkin pie so naturally I had to make it for National Joe-Day,” you giggle.
“You’re the best,” he said as he grabbed your hand from across the kitchen island, giving it a gentle squeeze.
“I know,” you gloat.
His eyes then navigated to the other bag on the table, the one with his gifts. He reaches over to open the bag, but you quickly swat his hand away.
“Mmm nope. No gifts until after dinner,” you say to him like he was a little child.
“But it’s my birthday,” he pouts.
“Food first then the fun stuff,” you say as you give him a look.
“Fine,” he says, rolling his eyes and then grinning at the smile that appeared on your face.
An hour later
“Mmm, that was so good,” Joe said as he downed his bottle of water. You’re both full of the delicious Cajun food, reminding you both of the taste of New Orleans.
“Literally. We gotta go down to New Orleans soon for the real deal,” you say as you clean up your dinner plates and load them into his dishwasher.
“I’ll book us a trip for this summer,” he smiles as he takes a seat on the couch where you join him with two plates of pie. A smile on your face when you hear him mention going down there with you.
“Is it gift time?” Joe asks, already reaching for the bags.
“Wait!” You say as you stop his hand. “Take a bite of the pie first,”.
“Why?” He asks.
“It’s technically your birthday cake,” you shrug.
You watch as Joe just continues to stare at you, not really caring much about the formality of it all. “Please, For me?” You pout.
“Anything for you,” he states, grabbing the plates of pie and placing them in front of you. You grab your fork, breaking off a piece of the pie and raising it up to his pink lips.
“Open up,” you smile as you try to feed him a piece.
He opens up his mouth, allowing you to feed him a slab of the pie. “Happy Birthday to you,” you sing-song as you take the fork out of his mouth while he lets out a groan and looks very cute.
“Mmm, Y/N. This tastes like heaven,” he says, covering his mouth so you don’t see him chewing while talking.
“Thank you,” you giggle as you place the fork back down onto the plate and then reach for the bag of gifts, moving it closer to you.
“Finally,” he groans as he gets comfy on the couch.
“Okay, here is gift 1,” you say, handing him the sweatshirt that was wrapped up.
He peels off the wrapping paper, his face going from smiley to confused.
“Really, Y/N?” He laughed as he read the text on the sweatshirt which said ‘Are you still talking’ with a picture of Squidward looking absolutely sick of it.
“Hey,” you shrug. “That’s quite literally you anytime you have to sit down for an interview. I know you feel like darting outta there as soon as they finish talking,” you chuckle.
His confused face turns into a smile, “You’re right,”.
There were so many interviews or media appearances where Joe looked like he wanted to get out of there as soon as possible. He wasn’t a fan of interviews or anything that needed him to speak for an extended period of time. It was even worse if he had to sit there and listen to someone else talk for an extended period because it prevented him from leaving, so this little quote was very applicable to him.
“Do you like it?” You say, your smile dropping a little.
“I love it,” he says as he whips his shirt off, showing off his muscular chest, and putting on the hoodie.
“God damn,” you mumble at the sight of his very attractive body.
“Hm?” Joe asks as he straightens out the hoodie.
“Oh, nothing. Here, this is your next gift,” you say, changing the subject and placing the Lego gift in his lap.
He peels off the wrapping paper again, his jaw-dropping as he catches a peek at the gift. “No fucking way,”.
You bite your lip at his reaction, knowing exactly how bad he wanted this set but couldn’t find it anywhere.
“How did you find this?” He gasped.
“I have my ways,” you tease as you grab the wrapping paper and stuff it into the bag to clean up the mess as you go.
“More importantly, how did you remember?” He asked, his heart feeling like it was ready to burst because of your thoughtfulness.
“I always remember when it comes to you. Never forgetting a thing,” you smile.
“Oh we’re so building this later,” he says as he turns the box around to look over the visual.
“You got it, birthday boy,” you salute.
You grab the last two gifts out of the bag and place them into his lap. He opens the Cartier’s first, already knowing what it probably was as soon as he sees a peak of the red box.
“These must’ve been so expensive,” he says as he looks at the sick shades you got him.
“Don’t worry about that,” you say as you rub his shoulder.
“You shouldn’t have spent so much, Y/N. All of this was more than enough for me,” he said, his soft eyes meeting yours.
“You go above and beyond for me, every single year. This is nothing compared to what you do for me,” you say, giving his shoulder a squeeze.
“Thank you, for everything,” he says, grabbing your hand and gently rubbing your skin. He had to fight the urge to press his lip against yours and show you how thankful he was for you, and it was killing him.
“Ah ah ah, I think we have one more gift to go and it’s my personal fav,” you say as you move the glasses to the table.
“What could possibly top all of that?” He said as he started to open up his final gift. You stayed quiet, carefully reading his facial expression to see his reaction to the gift. He opened up the gift, his eyes widening and his jaw slightly falling.
“Oh my god,” he said as he observed the Sky Map. His heart skipped a beat as he started to take in the amount of thought you had put into his birthday. You really hit every single point and nobody had ever done this much just for him. You were extraordinary and you were magic. You belonged with him, and this sealed the deal. You were the most thoughtful, loving, and extraordinary girl he had ever met, and he wanted you to be his.
“Oh my god,” he said again, this time looking over at you. “This is—,”.
“January 13th, 2020 at the Superdome,” you grinned.
“Holy shit. Are these the stars that night?” He asked as he examined the map.
“Mhm. The stars at the exact time you won the Championship,” you replied.
“Y/N, this is the best gift I think I’ve ever gotten,” he says as he stares at the map a little longer.
“I know how much you love Space and Stars, and this night was very important to you and your Career,” you said.
“I love it. I love all of it,” he grinned as he put the map on the table, then turned to you and pulled you into his arms for a hug. He wanted to add ‘I love you’ to that sentence as well, but that would be too random. If he was going to tell you, it had to be more special than that.
You melt into his chest as he squeezes your body, “I’m so glad you like it,” you mumble against him. He held you against him for a few moments, not letting you move one bit, and it was making the pit of nervousness in your stomach grow again. You wanted to tell him how much you loved him and show him how much you did as well, but you didn’t know if you should tell him now or wait for another moment when you were a little more relaxed.
“You wanna go for a walk?” He asked as he pulled away from the hug. Maybe he could tell you then, he thought to himself.
“Okay,” you smiled, maybe you could tell him then.
He got up from the couch, putting out his hand for you to grab onto. He helped you off the couch and you both made your way outside. The sun had set and now the sky was dark, the only light being the streetlights and the moon.
“Thank you for today,” Joe says, breaking the silence as you both walk down the street together. “You really know how to make a guy feel special,”.
“Anything for you,” you say, echoing his sweet words from earlier.
“No girl has ever done this much for my birthday,” he laughs.
You looked over at him, seeing that he was being serious, which came to your surprise. “Not even Stella?”.
“Nope. I think last year all she got me was some clothes, most of which were not my style, and a framed photo of us that I already had,” he says.
“No way,” you giggled.
“I don’t care much for gifts, you know that, but like come on,” he said as he shook his head.
“Did she at least get you a cake?” You asked.
“Nope, she made me apple pie instead,” he said looking disgusted.
“What?” You shriek. “You don’t even like apple pie,”.
“That’s what I’m saying. Apple pie was her favorite. And you know what’s even better?” He said.
“What?”.
“She wasn’t even there for like half the day. She was too busy helping her friend with her little sister's birthday party,” Joe said, rolling his eyes and running his fingers through his hair.
“There is no way,” you said, your jaw falling open as you felt sorry for him since his birthday last year sounded horrible.
“Yeah, so I really mean it when I say you’re the best person ever and this was the best surprise birthday shin-dig ever,” he said, flashing his million-dollar smile at you.
“Well, if it helps, I didn’t really like her anyway and I’m pretty sure she hated me too,” you joked.
Joe looked over at you, staying silent and not saying anything to debunk your theory.
“Oh my god? She did hate me, didn't she?”.
“She always thought we had something going on. She literally would grill me every single time after we hung out or something, accusing me of cheating on her with you,” he said.
“No fucking way,” you laughed.
“She used to say that even best friends didn’t spend that much time together and always thought we were hooking up or something. And then I did everything I could to make it up to her, but that would only last temporarily before she found another thing to get mad over,”.
“She must be delusional,” you said, rubbing your hands together as you were starting to feel the December cold.
“Wait, why didn’t you like her?” He asked.
“Her vibe was off. She also didn’t really seem like your type in my opinion. She was too flashy and hyper and you’re-–”.
“Lowkey and Calm?” He interrupts.
“Exactly,” you chuckle.
“Yeah, she really wasn’t the one,” he sighed. “At one point she literally told me to pick between you and her,”.
Your heart sank at the words that came out of his mouth. “What?” You asked, feeling a lump in your throat.
“That’s why we broke up,” he admitted. “I chose you,”.
He chose you. He chose you over someone that could have been his forever.
“Joe, I’m so sorry,” you said, looking down at your feet as you both kept walking around his neighborhood.
“For what?” He laughed.
“For making her make you pick,”. “If it wasn’t for me, maybe things would’ve been different for you guys,” you say, feeling a little guilty at indirectly ruining his relationship.
“That’s not your fault, Y/N. She wasn’t the one anyway, and everything about her showed that. That was just the final nail in the coffin,”.
“I just wish you could’ve told me in the moment,” you said.
“Well, I am now,” he shrugged. “And I know you don’t really like talking relationships with me anyways,”.
You didn’t like to talk to him about his relationships because all these years you wanted to be the one in a relationship with him, and the mention of other girls always made you bitter.
“That’s fair,” you giggled. “Anyway, enough with the depressing topics. It’s your birthday, no need to dwell on past heartbreaks,”.
“Yes, Ma’am,” he salutes.
“Are you excited for the game tomorrow?”.
“Very. I feel really good about where we’re at right now and my body feels good too,”.
“That’s great,” you beam. “I’ll never get tired of the feeling of game day,”.
“I hope not,” he laughed. “You’ve been a part of basically every game day for the last four years. If you got sick of it, I think I’d actually lose it. I need you up there at all times to be fully locked in,”.
You smiled at his silly thoughts. He didn't need you to be the already exceptional and phenomenal quarterback he was, but that was sweet of him to say.
“God, I wish we could do this for the rest of our lives,” you giggled. “Everything is so much easier when it’s just us without all the chaos that is our life”.
Joe’s heart fluttered at the thought. What if you could do this forever? His heart felt like it was going to beat out of his chest; this was it, this was his chance to tell you how he felt. Those feelings he’s had inside of him for years were finally about to come out.
“So then let’s do it?” He blurted out, stopping and looking over at you. The streetlight casting a direct glow on the both of you on the dark street.
“What?” You said, stopping and sporting a confused look on your face.
“Do this with me. For the rest of our lives,” he said.
Was he being serious, you thought to yourself.
“Joe—,”.
“You’ve been with me through everything for the past 9 years. The one thing in my life that’s stayed consistent for as long as I can remember. The most special, kind-hearted, loving, and beautiful girl I’ve ever known. When I’m with you, I feel like I’m flying. You make me forget about all the background noise and make me feel like just a guy. I want to feel that feeling for the rest of my life. I’ve been trying to figure out how and when to tell you,”.
“Joe, I—,”.
“No, let me finish,” he interrupts as he holds your hand. “I have to say it because I’ve been holding this in for way too long. Y/N, I’ve thought about you every single day for 9 years. Back at Ohio State, I knew I liked you from the moment I saw you. I knew you’d be a special part of my life and when I went to LSU and you stayed by my side, that was solidified. You’re the only girl that makes me feel fireworks. You’re the only girl that I think about and you’re the only girl I want to think about. No girl has ever come close to making me feel the way you do. My mind has been spiraling for the past few weeks because of you, Y/N. You’re the only girl I’ve ever truly loved,”.
Loved. He said he loved you. He loved you this whole time, and you were too blind to see it. This entire time you thought he didn’t feel the same way about you, but he did. He has felt the same way about you for just as long as you did. You felt like you were about to pass out, your flushed face & your silence were saying everything.
“Y/N.. say something. Please. I hope I didn’t just fuck everything up, but I had to tell you. I couldn’t keep it in anymore,” he said, squeezing your hand.
“Joe..” you say, breaking your silence and meeting his eyes, which were filled with love. “What are we?”.
“What do you mean?” he laughed. “I’ve been wrapped around your finger this whole time?”.
Your solemn face breaks into a smile as you realize what he is saying. “You– You really love me?”.
“I really, really, love you,” he grins.
“Guess what?” you ask him.
“..What?” he asks, letting go of your hand and feeling nervous all of a sudden.
“I love you too,” you blush, even harder than you were before.
“Really?” he asks, trying really hard not to freak out.
“Really. I’ve loved you since we were just two college kids trying to get through that awkward stage of life together. I never said anything back then because I didn’t want to ruin our friendship, so I buried those feelings and moved on. Or so I thought. But as we got older and time went by, I realized those feelings didn’t go anywhere, and more importantly, you didn’t go anywhere. No other guy has ever had an effect on me like you do. Those fireworks your mom talked about, I only feel them with you,”.
“Kiss me,” Joe blurted out, turning red at the fact that he just said that.
“You aren’t serious–” you reply.
“I so am,” he says as he grabs your waist and pulls you into him, crashing his soft lips against yours.
Electricity. Kissing each other felt like pure electricity. It felt like you were coming home after a long day or getting a sip of cold water on a hot summer afternoon. Comforting & Refreshing.
His lips molded against yours perfectly as you moved your arms around his neck to pull him in closer. His hands slid up and down your waist, relishing every single part of your body as you moved one of your hands into his hair, pulling at the soft strands. The warmth of both your bodies protects you from the frigid and dark night around you. He whimpers into the kiss because of you pulling on his hair, causing you to break away. You press open-mouth kisses around his jaw, then press kisses all around his face, causing him to laugh.
“I can’t even begin to tell you how long I’ve been waiting for this,” you say, pressing your forehead against his.
“We have all the time in the world for you to tell me, and show me,” he winks.
“Already trying to get in my pants, Burrow?” You flirt.
“Uhh yeah," he says straight up. "Have you seen yourself? Absolutely Sexy and Breathtaking,".
"Besides, I think we can skip the ‘getting to know each other phase’ since we’ve been in that for a longgg time,” he says before he presses another kiss to your lips.
“Didn’t you say that a few years ago after you won the AFC championship and called me Mrs. Champ?” you say, recalling that moment from a few years ago, the same moment from the photo Joe saw on your side table in your apartment.
“You really don’t forget anything do you?” He smiles.
“Like I said, when it comes to you, I never forget anything,” you smile, then press another kiss to his lips.
“I love you,” he says, staring deeply into your eyes, in which he finally found what he had been looking for all these years, love.
“I love you so much, Joe,” you grin.
An hour later
After your eventful walk, you make it back to his house, immediately following him into the kitchen for some hot chocolate he said he was going to make to fight off the cold.
“Ah ah ah, you go sit down. I got this,” he says as he turns you around and pushes you towards the couch. The smile on your face gets bigger as you hop over to the comfy couch.
A little later, he brings over two mugs of Hot Chocolate along with the rest of the Pie for you both to dig into. He hands you your mug, then plops down onto the couch next to you, opening his arms for you to curl up next to him. You rest your cheek against his chest as he settles his arm around your shoulder.
“This feels right,” he says as he takes a sip of the chocolatey beverage.
“So right,” you say, wiping the milky drink off your lips. “Everyone’s gonna lose it when we tell them. But I mean, most of them already saw it coming from a mile away”.
“Wait, so does this mean you’re my girlfriend?” he asks, looking down at you.
“Does this answer your question?” you mumble as you press a kiss to his chocolatey lips.
“Oh yes, yes it does, girlfriend,” he smirks.
“Good, boyfriend,” you giggle. “I can’t even imagine what the fans are gonna say once they figure it out,”.
“I mean, most of them thought you were my girlfriend anyway,” he shrugged.
“I can’t believe even they could see it before we saw it,” you said, referring to the love between you both.
“We must be really oblivious,” he laughs as he takes another sip of his drink.
“Must have been really oblivious,” you correct. “Oblivious no longer,”.
“Right, oblivious no longer,” he says, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “Thank you for making this the best birthday of my life,”.
“You’re welcome,” you say, meeting his eyes again. “But get used to it. Next year will be even better, and the year after even more better,”.
“Can’t wait,” he sighs as he rubs your shoulder, his brain now filled with thoughts of the future. Everything was perfect and brighter now that he had the comfort of knowing you were going to be by his side forever. Was it a little early to think about that? Sure. But he knew that you were the one.
Your brain was also much more relaxed and free now that you had the man of your dreams with you, hopefully forever. Those anxiety-filled thoughts had left your mind and were replaced with thoughts of love and hope. He wasn’t going anywhere, and you were all his.
You finish drinking your Hot Chocolate, and Joe does the same, so you take both of your mugs and place them on the table. Then, you move back to him, this time settling in his lap. He wraps his hands around your hips and presses his lips against yours again.
“I’ll never get tired of that,” you mumble against his lips, going back to the kiss.
“We’ve got 9 years of kisses to make up for so you better not,” he says as he moves your hair out of your face.
“I can’t believe this is real life,” you confess as you stuff your head into his neck, feeling his hand slide up and down your back.
“Well, you better believe it because this was meant to be. You belong with me,” he whispers into your ear.
You pull your face out of his neck, meeting his gentle eyes that are still filled with love, and passion exclusively reserved for you. “And you belong with me,” you say before kissing him again.
–The End–
I don’t know how am gonna do but will see😭
Can you write please an angst Joe 🙏🏻
Okay.
Birds of a feather (the new fic) fic will be coming June 16 ..
Yall I’m struggling writing this fic .. have no idea how to describe a pregnancy test..lol this part of the fic..
Please have hope i don’t mess this up.
HELP ..
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Besides that little thing that happened yesterday with me(side eye) … I’m sorry for the delay of not having my fic out by yesterday.. but the date will be pushed.. and I will have the fic ready by Wednesday… sorry for the delay 🤗
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Asking for help I just wanna know lol I’m a beginner for a fic writer and I’m trying to figure stuff out. Especially because I love writing
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A quick fic update Ik the fic isn’t out yet it bc I’ve been very busy lately but I promise you the fic is worth a wait 🙂🫶🏾
You probably won’t read it anyway
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BIRDS OF A FEATHER
Pairing: 𝙹𝚘𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚠 𝚡 𝚋𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚏𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛
Summery:you and your husband Joe finds out that you’re pregnant again with your six child ,your husband Joe does everything thing he can to make sure you’re comfortable during your pregnancy and the events of your pregnancy.
Warning: fluffy & cussing (std is mentioned)
Word count: 3,911
(Part I)
You wake up, stretch your arms, and yawn. Next to you was your husband Joe who was sleeping, as you watched him sleep you place a kiss on his lip, while watch him sleep.
you get out of bed in your all-black silk pajamas which were a matching set, that you bought for you and your husband, it’s a button-up top and shorts.
both shorts and button top had white stitched in them at the end and they both had your initials stitched into the set.
As you get up and slip on your cream Uggs that Joe had brought for the both of y’all. You walk in and enter the bathroom.
open a pregnancy test and pee in the cup and put the pregnancy test in the cup, while waiting for the test results you wash your hands brush your teeth, and do your skin care routine.
When you're finished you take the clear blue pregnancy test out of the cup, you look at the results with a shocked face and your hands over your mouth “ah Joseph you won’t believe this” you say screaming out loud.
“what the hell is going on,” Joe says. Your scream had woken him up from his sleep. Joe got up out the bed, put his cream Uggs on, and walked in the bathroom.
placing a passionate kiss on your cheeks “Good morning baby” he says while grabbing you from behind and hugging you.
He lifts up your hands while giving them a soft rub ,while looking at them,he looks at your right hand .
To his surprise he sees the clear blue pregnancy test in your hand.
”BABY YOUR PREGNANT,” he said in a shocked tone “Yes baby we’re having another baby, “ you say “Well this is just a big ass family” he teased turning you around and picking up off your feet and giving you a passionate kiss on your lips, hugging you once more, he smiled in your face, you smile back then put your head in the creek of his neck placing a soft kiss on his neck.
“ Well, I guess we have to tell the kids that they are expecting another baby brother or sister, “ you say “Yeah let’s go tell them,” Joe says. Before walking out of the room Joe brushed his teeth and used the bathroom.
y'all left your bedroom walking all the downstairs into the living room , with the pregnancy in your right hand in , as soon yall get downstairs yall ,you call the kids downstairs “Joanna,Joseph, Christopher ,Gracelyn, Sophie.!! Come downstairs me and your dad have to tell y'all something !!” You say as they make their way downstairs in the living room.
Moments later the kids are downstairs and y’all were all sitting in the living room on the couches, you and your husband were sitting on a couch across from your kids “we just found out today “ you say hold up the pregnancy test in your hand in front of your kids “and I and your father wanted to tell y'all that we’re expecting to have another baby so yall might have a baby brother or sister soon”.
KIDS POV:
Christopher:I was in my room just waking up ,brushed my teeth then got on my game .
When I heard my mom say” Joanna, Joseph Christopher, Gracelyn, Sophie. come downstairs me and your dad have to tell y'all something “what could they possibly want, what was so important that they had to disturb me?
I went downstairs to see what mom and dad wanted and what was so important , meeting them down stairs in the living room,as I sat down on the couch waiting for my other siblings to show up on the couch next to me,moments later my sisters and brother made their way down stairs.
Joanna and Joseph:we were in our room. I was watching tv while on my bed laying down with my feet in the air and my body facing the tv ,watching my favorite tv show and my twin brother Joseph was on his phone in his gaming chair texting in his friend group chat.
All of a sudden our parents called our names “what could mom and dad possibly want “ Joseph say” Right what could they possibly want to ruin my good show I was watching” I say.
We made our way downstairs with Sophie and Gracelyn behind us coming downstairs,moments later we all sitting in the living room waiting for what mom and dad had to say to us.
Sophie: I was in my room playing with my baby dolls when mom and dad called me and sisters and brothers to come downstairs in the living room “mommy and daddy I’m coming “I say with excitement, following Gracelyn Joanna and Joseph downstairs in front of me
As we all walk down stairs, as we got downstairs we saw Chris in the living room sitting on the couch across from mom and dad, we sat next to Chris on the couch waiting for what mom and dad were going to say.
Gracelyn: I was in my room practicing my cheerleading skills until ,I heard Mom andDad, called me and my siblings names, saying to come downstairs , they needed to tell us something.
“Umm yes ma’am, I’m coming downstairs, “I say as I leaving from out of my room Following Joanna and Joseph downstairs, My little sister followed behind me, making our way to the living room, to see what my mom and dad wanted to tell us, we sat down next to each other to see Chris who was already there in the living room, waiting for what mom and dad had to say
“we just found out today”mom say while holding up a PREGNANCY TEST “no way mom and dad are pregnant again” I thought to myself “six kids are you kidding they could have just had me first and I would be the only child “ I thought to myself ,looking at my mom and dad,blinking and staring at them constantly.
”So you might be expecting to have another baby brother or sister “mom said,after constantly blinking and staring I looked at Chris ,Chris was staring at me ,looking at me like I’m crazy, his thumb was on his jawline and his index finger was on his cheek, he looked confused.
while the twins walked out the living saying “not another baby”and Sophie dancing and singing “I’m going to have another sister or brother yayy”.
Christopher: I was waiting for what mom and Dad to say the news they had for us, until I heard Mom say “We just found out today “holding a pregnancy test in her hand, a PREGNANCY TEST! Me and I look at each other crazy with a confused look on our faces.
while mom finished her sentence “so yall might have a baby brother or sister soon” still looking crazy and confused with my thumb on my jawline and my index finger on my cheek of my face looking back at Gracelyn she was confused too, I was sure we were thinking the same thing.
”another baby,they could have just stopped at me and Gracelyn would could been the only two “ I thought to myself still confused looking back at mom and dad,the twins leaving out the living room say”not another baby “
Sophie singing and dancing “I’m going to have another sister or brother” I get up going back to my room Gracelyn following right behind me to her room , I opened the door, slamming it closed
“HEY WE DON’T SLAM DOORS CLOSED AROUND HERE “ dad yelled “sorry dad “ I say.
All I could think about was mom and dad having another baby “6 freaking children “ I thought repeatedly
END OF KIDS POV
Still sitting in the living not surprised by you’re kids reaction of course they would react to the pregnancy test that way, (for god sakes you had six kids well almost)
”well that was not surprising “ you say “well what else did you expect,very un surprised “ Joe said “ at least Sophie is happy,right huh soph” you say “ I can’t believe I’m having a baby brother or sister yay “ Sophie says “ yeah daddy and mommy are having another baby “Joe says.
All the kids were leaving out of the living annoyed and confused except for Sophie because she was still dancing and excited about having another baby.
moments later you hear a door slammed “HEY WE DON’T SLAM DOOR CLOSED AROUND HERE “ Joe says “sorry dad “ Chris says .
Chris was the oldest so of course you would get this reaction out of him,he was the first born , when he first found out you were pregnant with Gracelyn he was happy to have a second sibling, but when he found out you were having twins he was not so happy about that.
He was the only child of course but all that had changed ,he wasn’t the one child anymore,so you understand why he would act this way.”
I understand he’s upset that he’s having a another sibling for the fifth time,and that he’s not the only child anymore, but shouldn’t be taking his anger out by slamming doors around here “ Joe says as we got up from the couch in the living room , Joe helping you up from the couch with his hand.
“ I know baby,but you got to give him a breather,he’s the first born he’s allowed to act like this for god sake he has 4 siblings and one on the way “you say as you walk your way to the kitchen to make breakfast.
“You’re right baby he’s the big brother he’s allowed to act this way,he’s the big brother ,so I’m sure he can handle the six child and be a big brother again “Joe says walking in the kitchen to you.
wrapping his hands around you,one hand on your waist and the other hand or your wrist as he helps to mix the pancakes mix together,you both begin to stir together.
Joe kisses you on your cheek while helping you prepare breakfast.a slight smile forms from your lips ,while you continue cooking with Joe .
Minutes later you and Joe are preparing breakfast for your kids “breakfast is ready “you say while Joe put the plates on the table ,filled with breakfast on the plates,it had pancakes,egg, French toast and turkey bacon on the plates and grits as option if you want it if you were still hungry for seconds.
your kids come downstairs from their rooms and from whatever they were doing and eat their breakfast, you finish eating breakfast with your family.
Later when you get ready for work you start by taking a shower,you turn on the hot water letting the water run.
You began to take off your clothes, you take your unbuttoned your shirt,take your shorts ,then your bra then your panties ,you walk into the shower,grabbed the loofah of the shower rack, you grab the lavender dove wash bottle and pour the soap on the loofah,you start to wash yourself.
Moments later you step out of the shower, turning the shower off the water,then grabbing the towel, wrapping the towel around your body.
You blow dry your wet curls,while combing them out,you finish blow drying your hair,plugging up the flat iron,then start to straighten your hair,when you are finished you start to put your clothes on.
You put on your light blue strapless bra with your matching panties,putting on your white short sleeve blouse which had ruffles on the end of the sleeves and on the collar the blouse was button up,you put on your black suited pants,you began to put on your makeup,first prepare your face with primer ,concealer, then foundation,light blush,little bit of eye shadow ,you curl your eyelashes , then apply your red lipstick.
After doing your makeup you look at yourself in the mirror,hazel eyes shining so beautifully and you look stunning as ever.
You hear knocking on the door “hey babe it’s me, I’m about to lea-“ Joe says as he gets cut off by how gorgeous you look,he drops dead stare at you ,he walks up to you giving you a passionate kiss on your lips ,while grabbing your ass,wrapping his other arm around your waist pulling you closer .
You smile,giggling in between the kiss ,you wrap your hand around his neck,playing with his hair,his beautiful wavy curls,you always love the way they smelled, especially after a shower he had to,his scent was so fresh that it could make you drool and so wet .
“stop it babe “you say,returning the kiss,while playing with his hair “you look so damn hot,baby,so beautiful,so stunning “he says looking you in your eyes,kissing you again for the last time .”
Thank you baby “you say,returning the passionate kiss “you welcome baby girl “ that shit made your heart warm when he said that,you always loved when he called you these nicknames they made you smile,when he said that all you could do is smile and melt inside .
”Alright baby, I gotta go ,see you later ,I love you ”Joe says,releasing his hand from your waist, giving you a kiss on your forehead, then walking away from you,leaving out the door.
“I love you too baby,see you later “you say as he walks out the bathroom .You finish getting dressed you put your black blazer on, then your black strappy heels,before leaving you looking yourself in the mirror for the last time.
Before leaving the house you grab your car keys off the knight stand to your all white Lexus(2024) ,which has cream seats in the inside.
You walk downstairs making your way to the front door ,you walk outside to your car,you get in your car,start the car off and pull off out of the driveway.
You connect your phone to the radio,playing your Taylor Swift playlists,the first song plays is “vigilante shit”On the way to work “so high school” plays as you start to sing in the middle of the song “Truth, dare, spin bottles,You know how to ball, I know Aristotle,Brand new, full-throttle ,Touch me while your bros play Grand Theft Auto, It's true, swear, scouts honor, You knew what you wanted and boy, you got her,Brand new, full-throttle, You already know, babe”
In the middle of the song you’re phone starts to ringing ,you see that it’s your mom calling, you pick up your phone and answer it
“hi mom “you say “hi honey,you’re okay , was just checking on you “Mrs.smith replies “mom ..I’m pregnant”you say in a calm tone “again,honey,wow just keep blessing me with more and more grand babies you and Joe”Mrs smith “yeah mom ,you know, I just keep giving birth,and keep blessing you with grandchildren so,yeah “you say
“You know y/n Smith-Burrow ,what I’m going to do with,you’re just so perfect,you’re the most amazing,best daughter I could ever ask for,you’re perfect like how god made you,not just that you’re a amazing mom and wife, and just a nice person and person,I guess I didn’t do a bad job raising you “Mrs smith say.
What your mom said made you smile through the phone ,your mom was always a lovely kind woman,who made the world smile .
The way she was ,the type of woman she is, it really just was her personality who made her who she is today, she is always doing good for the world either it’s helping out the community or just being nice in general she was amazing.
She was the best mom you could ever ask for ,she was more than just a mom and grandmother, she was something else ,she was special, very special.
When it came to her grandchildren there’s nothing else that she would rather spend time with because she loved no matter what,she loved them with all her heart.
“Aw thanks mom, I love you so much and I know you did a very good job raising me infected you did a wonderful job mom, and I love you so much , you taught me so well, I love you so much , I gotta go talk you later “ you
“I love you too much honey, and you welcome,talk to later “Mrs smith says as you hang up the phone continuing your drive to work .
You arrive to work greeted by your assistant/your best friend Lacey “HI LACY” you say “hi bestie “ lacy
you give each other air kisses on both sides of checks and hugs.while walking in the building of your company that you and your husband owns.
“How was your morning” Lacy “ good and how was yours”You “mines was good “ Lacy
“Lacy,I’m pregnant!!” You “again,you and Joe just be going at it in the bed”Lacy
A smile creeps up on your face,while looking at lacy at the corner of your eyes of your eyes shaking your head your head ,but you don’t feel ashamed, when it comes down to your sex life because you know it damn good one (hehehe) “mmhmm and you get down and dirty too “ You
“Ew,y'all just nasty,yall sum super freaks “ Lacy says, shaking her head “ahh stop it” You say but you’re hands over face ,giggling.
JOE POVS:
After finding out my wife was pregnant again, I decided to get ready for practice.
I put my back sleeves compression shirt on and black shorts on , my Nike socks, and my black and white Jordan one cleats.
I brushed my hair back with my fingers,putting on hat backwards.Before leaving to go to practice I knock on the bathroom door to tell my wife goodbye
“hey babe it’s me, I’m about to leave-“ I say walking into the bathroom ,because she was looking to damn fine ,my wife is very gorgeous,the wife of my five kids and one on the way.The amazing incredible y/n Burrow I love her so much .
I walked up to her giving her a passionate kiss on her,put one hand on her wrist ,pulling her closer to me .Grabbing her ass “stop it babe” y/n says smiling and giggling in between the kiss.
While wrapping her hands around my neck while playing with my hair,returning the sweet passionate kiss.
“You look so damn hot,baby,so beautiful,so stunning “I say,looking into her eyes ,kissing her again for the last time .
“thank you babe”y/n say,while returning the passionate kiss, “you welcome baby girl “I say. I could see her blushing through the kiss ,after I said that,she always loved when I called her nicknames .
It made her smile and fall deep over heels in love with me all over, I can just see her falling out inside. I love her so much,she’s just so beautiful and so sweet, she will always be my baby girl .
“Alright baby , I gotta go ,see you later ,I love you ” I say, releasing his hand from your waist, giving you a kiss on your forehead, then walking away from you,leaving out the door.
walking down stairs ,making your way to the front.
I open the door ,walk outside to my car ,I get into my car,start the car and back up out of the driveway,start driving to Paycor stadium .
I arrive at Paycor stadium, get out of my car, and start walking with the boys to the practice field to start practicing.
After a couple of long practices and throws I finally make it the locker room.sitting down at my locker, I whip my face with my towel.brushed my hair back with my hands..Tee and Ja’Marr sitting next to me
“It sure was hot as hell today “ I say “hotta then a mother-fucker” Ja’Marr “Shit had me sweating bricks”Tee.
We were all sweating bullets. “That sun hit us with a damn 360 , how hot it was today “ I say
“Yuh damn right it did” Ja’Marr “Anyway how was y’all boys morning “Tee
“Mines was eh,just a regular routine ain’t nothing new “Ja’Marr
“So,this morning I find out y/n was pregnant again, her scream woke me up,other than that my morning was amazing “ I say
“My morning wa- Again, she’s pregnant again,damn Joe ,how many kids y’all going to keep having 10,11,13,20”Tee
“Y’all haven’t caught a std yet, damn , y’ all just keep getting at it “ Ja’Marr jokes
“No, hell no!!” Shaking my head “ we not having over 6 kids the one she’s having is the last one, we’re never getting a std , besides we’re married,so it doesn’t matter how many kids we have or whatever comes after “ I say
“Mmhmm” Ja’Marr
Moments later I was on my way home to my wife and kids.
END OF JOE POVS
NINE WEEKS LATER
you were nine weeks pregnant with the baby.
It was midnight,You and Joe were in the living room together, there was a little bit of a light shining through.
Joe's hands were wrapped around you ,his hands roaming your body ,one hand at the bottom of your belly and the other rubbing the top,as his lips through trials of kisses for your jawline to your collarbone, worshiping your body.
You laugh and giggle while he continues to kiss your body, when got to your belly he starts talking to the baby. “Hi baby,it your daddy,can’t wait to meet you,my little angel “Joe says
Birds in the feather by Billie Eilish playing in the background as Joe began to twirl you around with one hand . “
“Birds of a feather, we should stick together, I know
I said I'd never think I wasn't better alone
Can't change the weather, might not be forever
But if it's forever, it's even better” Billie Eillish singing
ONE YEAR LATER
“And I don't know what I'm crying for
I don't think I could love you more
It might not be long, but baby, I
I'll love you 'til the day that I die”Billie Eillish sings
“'Til the day that I die
'Til the light leaves my eyes
'Til the day that I die”Billie Eillish continues to sing
One year later you’re in the living room again,this time you had your baby.
Hold your baby in your arms hands while Joe hugs you from behind “hi baby girl “ you and Joe say talking to your baby while you hold her in your hand .
Joe gives you a twirl while you hold the baby in your hands ,giving you a kiss on the forehead.
While Sophie was playing with her baby dolls,Chris,Gracelyn and the twins were upstairs looking from the balcony with smiles on their faces.
watching you and Joe in the living room as Joe began to slowly sway with you in his arms while holding you and the baby,as you hold your baby in your arms,as you both smile.
TO BE CONTINUED
Author notes: This was supposed to be out in June of Father’s Day…shoutout to all the fics writers and the anons for waiting patiently 😊 @slimshiesty @joeys-babe @burreauxsworld @bengals-barnesbabe @multiflcs @joebrrrrrr9 @bxrroweditz
Little sneak peek of part II of BIRDS OF A FEATHER
𝖴𝖭𝖤𝖷𝖯𝖤𝖢𝖳𝖤𝖣 // blurb
𝙹𝚘𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚠 𝚡 𝚋𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚏𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛
𝙹𝚘𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚠 𝚡 𝚛𝚎ader
Summary: When you are force to go to every game with your sister, it turns out to be something you didn’t expect to happen.. imagine your going to a game right and you see the quarterback and he’s hot not like you imagine him to be at least you knew he was hot but you didn't think he would extremely hot. But here’s the twist you get home, and you see that he started following out of nowhere and the next you know you’re texting each other.
A/n: @bengals-barnesbabe for the message
Warning:fluffy 
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This one particular game so happened. out of all the games, I have been to. I have never thought to look at all the players while they were coming out of the tunnel until today I did.
I could possibly say I wasn’t expecting this to happen, but we just happened to fall in love. It’s like love at first sight.
“Do I have to go to this stupid game?” I say annoyed looking at my sister Sara, she always loved football, every time football came around she would make me wear this stupid Bengals jersey and go to their silly little game because she was their biggest fan.
On the other hand side me, I was very much not the biggest fan, don’t get me wrong I love football but I wouldn’t say I liked going out to one because it was too crowded and loud for me. But I didn’t mind going because I was going with my sister
“Yes, you know this y/n, you always have to go, please stop being a baby and just come on. Before we are late” looking at me with her arms folded, sighing
She wore her big orange jersey with the number 1 in the back and front with the word CHASE printed on the back. With camouflage cargo pants, black and white Jordan ones.
While I had on this black baggy t-shirt with Aaliyah‘s face on it. With her name written in graffiti letters, ripped jeans, and black and white dunks.
“Okay, “I say “ “Oh my god, just come on, before we are late,” Sara says, rolling her eyes, then pulling me by my arms, pushing me into the car.
20 minutes later
We were at the game sitting in our chair while they called their names ,each time a football player came out the tunnel.”your quarterback for the Cincinnati Bengals. Joe burrow “The announcers announced. He was running slowly, I admired him from afar, watching as he came out of the tunnel
I didn’t think he was this hot, I mean I knew he was hot. But I think he was this hot the whole time during the game I couldn’t keep my eyes off him. He was too damn hot.
“Sara, that Joe Burrow, “ I say “Yes, “ Sara says “Well I knew he was hot but didn't think he was that hot, “ I say “Well you’ve seen it for yourself, “ Sara says. I continued to look at him the whole time of the game.
The game was over. The Cincinnati Bengals had won the game. We were on our way home.
When we got home, I went into my room, took my shoes off, got in my bed, picked up my phone, opened up Instagram, and started to scroll through the reels. Until I saw the big bold letter with the blue check marked saying ‘joeyb_9 started following you’ To my surprise, I couldn’t help but scream. He just randomly followed me like that. Shocked and confused.
“Ahhhhh Joe Burrow just followed me “ I screamed my hands over my mouth, I was still shocked and confused“Y/n what’s wrong, “ Sara said “Um, nothing Sara, “ I said looking at my phone still In shock.
I wanted to see if it was real, so I pressed the message button, nervous to dm him I began to type out ‘ um hi’, but my hand slipped hitting the send I started to think to myself. ‘I can’t believe I sent that, what if he doesn’t see it.
Until I looked at my phone and saw the three little dots that showed he was typing. The text read ‘Hi’ I began to text him back, and then a conversation between the two of us started. There were giggles, teasing, kicking, smile, and flirting in between each text
After that I couldn’t fall asleep I was stuck on the thought that I just talked to the hottest popular quarterback ever and he asked me out. The only thing I could do was smile and hug my pillow. I can’t even think straight. “Wow, that was something”I say, as I constantly think about him, ask me out .still speechless.
Another note: I wasn't planning on writing this it just kinda happened, lol. But the passengers' side will be out l
no one’s ever had me (not like you)
joe burrow x reader
description: after a tough week 5 loss in overtime, joe comes home to you angry and confused. you try to make him feel better and comfort him, letting him know you’ll always be there.
warnings: nothing too bad, but still MDNI. (makes me uncomfy.) lots of angry joe, a bit of fluff, semi-spicy kiss. mostly angst.
note. hi hi! this is my first joe fic/blurb so i hope you guys enjoy it. sorry in advance that lowercase is my aesthetic. i used to get yelled at for it in elementary school. i love you guys. who dey!!
pacing. you were pacing back and forth in front of the television in joe’s living room, watching the seconds tick down to end regulation time in the game. it took everything in you not to turn it off.
you watched as the minutes, seconds, milliseconds in overtime ticked by, hoping and praying your boyfriend and his team could pull out a win.
you felt your heart lurch as mcpherson went for the field goal and the ball wasn’t in the correct place. wide right. you knew it was over. you continued watching, frozen in place, as baltimore did everything they needed to do to score. they made it to field goal range, kicked, and won the game. your heart was hammering against your chest. your breath was coming out in short puffs.
after valiant efforts from joe and the rest of the team, the bengals once again took a loss at the very end of the game, something that kept happening to them this year. you knew joe would come home upset.
watching the post game interview was going to be something you dreaded today. joe took his seat and began talking to the interviewers, answering their repetitive questions and talking about what needed to be done to fix the team, what could use work next week.
you rested your head in your hands and blew out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding. “oh, joey…” you whispered, seeing your boyfriend’s clearly upset glare on the screen. you couldn’t wait to see him when he got home, but you were unsure of what his mood would be.
after the interview was done, you turned the television off. ‘i could start some laundry’ you thought, at least that’d keep you busy until joe’s return home.
you made your way to his bedroom, which honestly felt like your room too, and gathered all the clothes that needed to be washed before taking them to the laundry room. you tossed the laundry into the machine and then added in your favorite scent beads and detergent before turning it on and closing the lid.
‘i can tackle dishes next’ you thought, heading for the large kitchen. of course you could’ve loaded them into the dishwasher, but something needed to keep you busy and washing dishes was always strangely cathartic to you.
you popped your earbuds in and started listening to your favorite playlist before tackling the chore. once dishes were complete, you vacuumed, watered a few plants, and made yourself a snack. finally the washer beeped, so you went to switch the clothes over.
as you were switching them, joe arrived home, pulling his sleek black car into the garage before locking it up and heading into the house. listening to your music and keeping yourself busy helped lift your spirits some, which you hoped would aide you when joe finally made it back.
when he didn’t greet you upon entering the house, you knew tonight would be a tough night.
you peeked your head out of the laundry room to check for a clear coast, and it was. tiptoe-ing your way down the hall, you made your way to the kitchen where joe still was, his back facing you.
you cleared your throat softly to get his attention, but he didn’t move. you could see he was scrolling through his phone, you worried he was reading negativity that was being spewed about himself and the team.
“joey?” you called, your voice sounded smaller than you intended.
“what?” he snapped, turning to face you. you flinched at the tone of his voice, taking half a step back. internally he berated himself for scaring you, but his post-game mood was too foul to turn off now.
“i know it’s silly to ask, but are you okay?” you question, looking up at him from across the room.
he ran his hand through his short blonde hair before blowing a snarky chuckle through his nose, scoffing at you.
“am i okay?” he snarked, locking his phone and shoving it in his pocket. “what a great question! you sound like the post-game interviewers!”
the bite in his tone was starting to affect you, but you didn’t want to leave him alone just yet. as much as it hurt, you knew what he needed in this moment was to let this anger out any way possible.
“talk to me about it.” you pleaded, walking toward him and placing a hand on his forearm. he rolled his eyes as a response. “c’mon joey, i know you’re mad but you can—“ you don’t get to finish your sentence before joe groans out in response, a loud “UGH!” before lobbing his water bottle at the wall. you’re shocked it doesn’t bust a hole through.
“what is there to say, hmm? what do you want me to tell you that the world doesn’t already think or know? we aren’t looking like a championship team right now. everything we’re doing is never enough for success, and here i am, 27 years old and being called washed up.” he chides, looking down at you. his voice booms across the room, making you feel only inches tall.
your expression drops, and you turn your gaze toward the wall as tears well up in your eyes. joe takes a small step toward you, his hands flexing at his sides. you can tell he wants to reach out to you, touch you, apologize to you for scaring you.
“i’m sorry.” he says softly, hanging his head. you’ll let him make the first move. he steps toward you again, bringing a hand up to your shoulder, testing the waters. when he sees that you’re still receptive to his touch, despite his atrocious attitude, he moves his hand to the back of your neck before pulling you into him for a hug. you instinctively reach up and wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him into you.
both of you stay like that for a few moments, just holding each other and feeling each other breathe. joe’s face is buried in your neck and your hand is scratching slow soft circles into his hair. you hear him sniffle and you pull away slightly, trying to get a view of his face. he looks up at you with red eyes, tears falling down his cheeks.
“joey, baby,” you comfort him, “it’s going to be okay. you’re going to be okay.” your heart breaks seeing him so upset.
he says nothing, but leads you out of the kitchen and to the living room so you can sit down together. he plops onto the couch and pulls you into his lap, burying his face again.
“i just feel like i’m failing them. i’m doing everything within my power, and it doesn’t seem like enough.” he rasps, muffled into your neck. you say nothing, knowing he needs to get this out. you run your hands down his biceps as a gesture for him to keep going, that you understand.
“the whole world thinks i’m a fluke. they think my play-calling is shit, they think i had one kick-ass college season and that i made it to the nfl and choked. when does it end, you know? we took our team to the superbowl and what happened? we lost. it just feels like i’m stuck in this rut and i can’t get out.”
you sit for a moment, processing what he said. his words hurt you, just as much as you know the thoughts hurt him.
“i hear you joey. i really do. but i have some things i’d like to say, if that’s okay.”
he nods, expectant eyes raking over your face. “i’d love to hear it, baby. please.”
“first of all,” you start, playing up your sass in an attempt to make him laugh, “you aren’t washed up. people who think you are most likely sit on their couches and rot all day long while you’re out here training and conditioning your body for the physicality of your job. i think you’re in your prime.” you pause, squeezing his biceps for emphasis.
“next, you can’t take all the blame. sure, you’re the leader of the team, but it doesn’t all fall on you. it’s very noble of you to do that, but you don’t have to shoulder it. you played your heart out today. you all did. i’m so proud of you.” you move your hands to his face, cupping his cheeks.
“lastly, fuck what the world thinks, joe. you know how good you are. i know how good you are. your parents know, your teammates know. other players in the league know. you’re incredible. you’ve got this, and after all is said and done i will be here. win or lose, i’m here, and i’ve got you.”
his eyes soften as you finish speaking. you don’t get a verbal reply. his hands reach up to cup your face, pulling you into him for a long kiss. his lips are soft against yours and it doesn’t take long before his hands are slipping up the back of your hoodie and rubbing along the exposed skin of your back.
your hands stay on his cheeks, loving the feeling of him being so close to you, his body pressed into yours. “i. love. you. so. much.” you tell him between pecks, feeling him smile into the kiss. one of his hands returns to your face and then tangles into your hair, tilting your head slightly as his tongue drags over your bottom lip.
he slowly slips his tongue into your mouth, gliding it against yours. after a moment, you pull away for air.
“thank you for that,” he smiles, stroking his hands down your arms, “for all of it. i needed that. i love you too. and i’m sorry for scaring you with my temper.”
“it’s okay, mine can be worse.” you jest, poking him in the ribs.
he pulls you down so you’re both laying on the couch before pulling his large cable knit throw blanket over you both. “let’s put it out of our minds, get takeout, and watch a movie.” you suggest, and he smiles in agreement. the two of you get cozy and pick your movie and dinner, remaining snuggled up on the couch as you watch and eat.
“you’re right, you know.” joe finally speaks again, as the movie nears its end.
“i usually am, but enlighten me.” you laugh, slipping your hand under his shirt and resting it on his abdomen.
“you’ve always had me. every turn, every bump in the road. every time i feel like i’ve made the biggest mistake, the biggest failure of my life. you’re there. you talk me through it and you put me in my place. no one’s ever had me like you have. i love you too, by the way.”
a soft smile spreads across your face as you reach up to stroke his hair again. “ditto baby, no one’s ever had me, not like you.”
he leans down and presses another soft, sweet peck to your lips. everything was going to be okay. you always had each other.
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Y’Watchin’?
Summary: When your best friend stumbles upon your vibrator, he can't resist the temptation.
Contains/Warnings: NSFW Content, Begging, Degradation, Praising, Slight Humiliation Play, M!Masturbation, Usage of sex toy, Dom!reader, and more on top of this not being proofread (per usual)
Pairings: Bsf sub!joe x soft(ish) dom!reader
Word count: 15,760
"What the fuck!" you scream, clutching your chest as your heart pounds like it’s about to burst. The adrenaline surge catches you off guard, making your voice echo through the apartment.
Joe, standing casually by your pantry, barely flinches. A low chuckle escapes his lips as he tosses an empty fruit snack box into the trash without a second thought. “I’m out of fruit snacks,” he says with an exaggerated pout, like it’s the most tragic news in the world. He tears open the last remaining pack and pops a few into his mouth, completely unfazed by your outburst.
You stomp over, eyes wide with disbelief, staring at the culprit responsible for the sudden fruit snack famine. “You ate all of my fruit snacks?!” you gasp, snatching the pouch from his hand. Without hesitation, you steal two gummy pieces, savoring your small victory.
Joe doesn’t even miss a beat. He swiftly snatches the pack back, holding it close to his chest as if guarding some priceless treasure, his eyes narrowing playfully.
"How long have you been here?" you demanded, arms crossed as you stared him down.
“’Bout 20 minutes,” he replied, completely unbothered.
Throwing your hands in the air in defeat, you let them fall back down, smacking your thighs with a soft thud. “I’m seriously regretting giving you a key to my apartment,” you huff, staring him down.
He snickers, the corners of his mouth curling into a cocky smirk. “Why? I’m a pleasure to be around,” he says, his tone dripping with self-assurance.
You roll your eyes, gesturing to the now-empty pantry shelves. “My empty pantry says otherwise, Joseph.”
“That’s not my fault. You suck at buying groceries,” he shrugs, leaning casually against the counter, as though this entire conversation is a minor inconvenience to his snack-thieving agenda.
Your jaw drops in mock offense, a small chuckle slipping through despite your frustration. “I went grocery shopping earlier this week! You keep coming over and eating all of my food!” You cross your arms, staring at him as if daring him to deny it.
Joe, ever the picture of innocence, shakes his head as he tosses the empty fruit snack wrapper into the trash. He opens the pantry door once more, scanning the barren shelves. “I had no part in your wild accusations,” he says with a straight face, though the mischievous glint in his eyes gives him away completely.
You roll your eyes so hard it’s almost instinctual at this point. The frustration practically simmers off of you, and you can’t help it. But Joe, standing there with his smug grin and that devil-may-care attitude, notices immediately.
“Jesus, Y/N,” he drawls, “Careful, your damn eyes are gonna roll right outta your head if you keep that up.” His voice is laced with sarcasm, yet there’s a teasing warmth to it that you’ve come to know all too well. It’s infuriating and endearing in equal measure.
You can’t suppress the laugh that bubbles up from your chest. It’s soft, begrudging, but you let it out, your lips curving ever so slightly at the corners despite yourself. He’s good at this—getting under your skin just enough to annoy you, but never enough to actually make you mad.
Your gaze follows him, this time, he grabs a granola bar—your granola bar, one of your favorites. With zero hesitation, he’s about to tear the wrapper open, nonchalant as ever.
Without thinking, you lunge forward and smack the granola bar clean out of his hand. It sails through the air in a dramatic arc, landing halfway across the kitchen with a light thud.
Joe freezes for a split second, staring at the spot where the bar once was, then at you, utterly dumbfounded. “What the fuck?!” His voice is an octave higher, genuine disbelief crossing his features as if you’ve committed the greatest crime of the century.
“Quit eating my shit!” you snap, your eyes narrowed, but there’s a playful edge to your tone that matches the adrenaline from your swift, victorious strike. You cross your arms over your chest, standing your ground as if daring him to pick up something else.
You catch the faintest glimmer of amusement in his eyes. His lips curl into a grin as he steps back, hands raised in surrender, though the mischief in his eyes betrays any pretense of apology.
"Alright, alright," he says, backing off with a chuckle. "But that was uncalled for."
“That was uncalled for,” you mock, imitating Joe’s deep voice with exaggerated sarcasm as you glare at him. “Make yourself useful while you’re here—eating all my food—and take out the trash.”
Joe, ever the opportunist, begins to backpedal, holding his hands up in mock protest. “Ah, see, I actually have this thing...” he starts, inching away slowly, his eyes darting to the door like he's planning a great escape.
But you're quicker. In one swift motion, you grab the back of his shirt, tugging him back toward you with a firm grip. “Joseph,” you warn, your voice low and threatening, but with an undeniable smirk tugging at your lips.
He freezes, groaning dramatically before throwing his hands up in surrender. “Fine! Okay! Geez, you sound just like my mom,” he mutters, the words dripping with playful annoyance.
You smirk, victorious, watching as he reluctantly grabs the trash bag from the can. “Good,” you say, crossing your arms as you lean against the counter, savoring the moment. “I love Robin.”
At the mention of his mom, Joe doesn’t even try to hide his smile. His eyes soften a little, and a chuckle slips past his lips as he ties up the bag. There’s a warmth in the air whenever you bring her up, and you both know why.
You and Joe have always been close. Ever since you met in high school, the two of you have been practically inseparable. Your bond was effortless, like family from the start. Robin welcomed you with open arms from the very first day Joe introduced you to her, and she never missed a chance to remind him how lucky he was to have you as a friend.
In fact, she still asks about you in her daily phone calls with Joe, her voice lighting up whenever your name comes up, always making sure you’re doing well. You know she adores you, and she’s always inviting you to family gatherings, making sure there’s a seat for you at every holiday or event.
Of course, she can’t help herself from trying to push you and Joe toward something more than friendship. Whether it’s subtle nudges or outright teasing, Robin has been on a mission to encourage one of you to make a move. It’s become a running joke between you and Joe, her ever-persistent matchmaking attempts.
Flashback
“Y/N, honey, taste this and tell me what it’s missing,” Robin calls, holding out a spoon filled with some kind of savory liquid. Her eyes are expectant, as always, eager for feedback. You take the spoon, blow gently to cool it down, and sip. The flavors hit your tongue, and your eyebrows shoot up in genuine surprise.
“Robin, that’s delicious—”
“No, no,” she interrupts, shaking her head with a firm wave of her hand. “Be honest. I know you’re a little chef at heart, so tell me. What is it missing?” Her voice carries that warm, encouraging tone, one that always makes you feel at home in her kitchen.
You can’t help but chuckle, setting the spoon down as you think for a moment. After a brief glance at the spice cabinet, you nod knowingly, reaching for the onion powder. “Half a tablespoon of this, and I think it’ll be perfect,” you say, holding it up.
Robin smiles with a glint of pride in her eyes, as if she expected nothing less. “Good call,” she says, sprinkling the onion powder into the pot. She stirs it a few times, then takes a taste herself. The moment the flavor hits her palate, her face lights up. “God, you’re good,” she praises, her admiration evident.
You grin, pleased with the compliment, and turn back to the cutting board, resuming your task of dicing onions. As your knife moves rhythmically, Robin, ever the master of multitasking, throws in a comment over her shoulder. “You would make the perfect wife, Y/N, with your cooking skills and all.”
Your chopping falters for just a second as you feel her words hang in the air. Glancing up, you catch Robin’s sly look, her eyes deliberately sweeping up and down as Joe walks into the kitchen. She’s stirring the pot both literally and figuratively, and it’s clear where this is going.
“She is a pretty good cook,” Joe remarks nonchalantly, grabbing a water bottle from the fridge. He’s oblivious, at least for now, to the direction his mom’s conversation is headed.
Robin doesn’t miss a beat. “Get on it, Joey,” she quips, continuing to stir. “Get on what?” Joe asks, cracking open the water bottle, not quite catching her drift yet.
With a subtle nod toward you, Robin makes her point crystal clear. “Wifing her up!” she declares, her tone half-teasing, half-serious.
Joe’s reaction is immediate—his eyes widen, and a flush of red creeps up his cheeks. His usual cool demeanor cracks under the weight of his mom’s unsubtle matchmaking. “Mom,” he groans, his voice a mix of embarrassment and exasperation, as if he’s used to this kind of thing but never quite prepared for it.
“Gotta be a girlfriend before a wife, Mom,” Joe mutters, trying to keep his cool, though his flustered expression betrays him.
“Exactly!” Robin counters, as if that only strengthens her argument. “You’re a step behind, and you need to catch up!” She waves her spoon like it’s a magic wand, the whole exchange unfolding with a playful ease that only comes from years of familiarity.
You can’t help it—a loud, uncontrollable laugh bursts out of you, and you quickly cover your mouth with your hand, trying to stifle the sound. Joe shoots you a look, his expression caught somewhere between annoyance and amusement. “Mom,” he says again, more firmly this time, his embarrassment only growing.
Robin, unfazed, shrugs innocently, as if her comment was the most normal thing in the world. “What? I’m just saying,” she adds, her voice full of that mischievous innocence only a mom can pull off, leaving Joe helpless in the wake of her casual matchmaking.
The kitchen hums with warmth and laughter, a comfortable rhythm you’ve all fallen into over the years. Robin’s meddling may be predictable, but it’s always done with love, a reminder of just how close you and Joe have become.
Another Flashback
Your face was streaked with tears—happy tears, tears of disbelief and overwhelming pride. You stood in the lobby, your heart pounding in sync with the excitement of the moment. Robin and Jim were beside you, the three of you forming a small circle as you waited for Joe to come out, Heisman Trophy in hand. Every time the lobby door opened, you felt a surge of anticipation, your mind still spinning from his emotional acceptance speech.
As Joe had spoken on that stage, your thoughts drifted back to when you both first met in high school. You remembered how he’d come to you, tears in his eyes, behind closed doors, feeling like he was trapped in a shadow, thinking he wasn’t good enough. No college wanted him as a starting quarterback, and he felt lost, disheartened, doubting his future. You were there for every moment of that uncertainty, staying up late together, combing through endless lists of colleges, helping him fill out applications, hoping someone would see the potential in him that you always had.
There were those weeks—weeks where you held him, comforting him as he broke down, his dreams feeling just out of reach. You could still hear the anguish in his voice when he told you how conflicted he was about leaving Ohio State. He knew in his heart he needed to go, but the fear of failure was gripping. The memory of your last conversation before he packed up his car and drove off flashed through your mind—his nerves were palpable, and he tried to talk himself out of leaving, out of taking that leap, but you wouldn’t let him. You wouldn't let him give up. He had pulled you into a tight hug, burying his face in the crook of your neck, holding on as if it would be the last time. You could feel the weight of that moment as if it was happening again—the way he looked at you when you finally pulled apart, the unspoken acknowledgment that this was goodbye, and that you’d soon be miles apart when he gets to LSU.
All of those memories, vivid and raw, flooded your mind, only to fade when you saw him. Joe walked through the door, beaming with that familiar pearly smile, clutching his Heisman Trophy. The pride radiated off of him, his confidence finally matching the talent you always knew he had. Robin and Jim rushed forward, embracing him in a tight hug, congratulating him, their words full of love and pride.
You stayed back for a moment, letting his parents have their time with him. Your chest felt tight with emotion as you watched them—this was his family, the people who’d seen every part of his journey, just as you had. But then Joe turned toward you, his eyes softening as they met yours. Without hesitation, he pulled you into a hug, his arms wrapping around you with such familiarity, as if no time had passed since you’d last been this close. As he leaned in, his lips brushed your ear, and he whispered in a voice that sent a shiver down your spine, “Missed you, Bub.”
Your heart clenched at the nickname—Bub—the one you hadn’t heard from his lips in so long. It brought you back to the countless moments you'd shared, the times he leaned on you, trusted you, depended on you. And here he was again, with everything he had worked so hard for finally in his hands, but still grounded in that connection with you.
Before you could say anything, Robin’s voice broke the moment. “Okay, okay! Let’s get a picture of you two!” She was already holding up her phone, her face full of excitement. “Smile!” she called out, waving the phone around as if to capture the perfect moment.
You and Joe turned to face her, and without thinking, his hand found its way to the small of your back, the warmth of his palm sending a comforting spark through you. You placed your hand on his chest, feeling the steady rise and fall of his breath, both of you giving Robin a proud, shared smile.
“Cute! Okay, now kiss!” Robin added playfully, her tone light but her eyes twinkling with mischief.
Both you and Joe froze, your bodies stiffening as the words hung in the air. Your eyes locked with his, wide with shock, and for a brief second, neither of you moved. The tension was palpable, and your heart raced for reasons entirely different from before. Robin’s suggestion hung there, awkward and unspoken, until Jim quickly intervened.
“Quit embarrassing the kid!” Jim chuckled, shaking his head. “He just won a Heisman Trophy, and you’re still trying to push them into—”
Robin cut him off, waving him away. “Okay, okay! I’ll stop, I’ll stop!” she said, though the laughter in her voice hinted she wasn’t entirely sorry.
The moment broke, and you, Joe, and his parents all burst into laughter, though yours and Joe’s carried a hint of hesitation. The tension still lingered between you two, the weight of Robin’s playful words leaving an unspoken question in the air. You exchanged one last glance with Joe, a flicker of conflict passing between you, before the laughter pulled you both back into the warmth of the celebration.
Flashbacks Over
“Where are you going? I’m just supposed to stay here? All by my lonesome?” Joe’s dramatic voice pulled you out of your thoughts, his exaggerated pout impossible to ignore. You blinked, glancing down at yourself—fresh out of the shower, hair styled, light makeup done. You weren’t dressed up, just a simple outfit of jeans and a casual top, but it was definitely a step up from your usual sweatpants and oversized hoodie combo.
“Maybe if you had bothered to tell me you were coming over, I could’ve planned around it,” you said, sarcasm lacing your words. “But I’ve got a nail appointment at the new salon down the street. I’ve been dying to check it out.”
Joe nodded, his expression softening a little as he dug into his pocket, fishing around for a few seconds before pulling out a crisp hundred-dollar bill. He extended it toward you without hesitation.
“Here,” he said, holding it out with an air of casual insistence.
You frowned slightly, shaking your head. “I can pay for my own nails, Joe–”
“When do I ever let you pay for anything, Y/N?” he cut you off, his tone firm but playful. He wiggled the bill in front of your face, daring you to argue. “Take the cash.”
You let out an exaggerated huff, knowing full well there was no point in fighting him on this. It was a battle you’d never win. Joe was stubborn, especially when it came to taking care of you in these small, insistent ways. With a resigned sigh, you plucked the money from his hand, knowing it would only drag out the inevitable if you didn’t.
“Thank you,” you said, and despite the mock frustration in your voice, the gratitude was real. You had to admit, it was sweet how Joe always took care of the little things for you, even when you didn’t ask him to.
He turned and grabbed the full trash bag, heading for the front door. But just as his hand reached the doorknob, he paused and glanced over his shoulder, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. “Oh! And pick up some more fruit snacks on your way back.”
You couldn’t help but laugh, shaking your head as you slipped on your shoes, “You can’t go get them yourself?”
“Pshh, no,” he scoffed, tossing the trash bag over his shoulder with a smirk. “I’ll be right here, taking a nap in that pretty pink bed of yours.”
You wrinkled your nose at the thought, rolling your eyes. “Gross, you’re gonna make my sheets smell like boy.”
He snorted, clearly amused by your playful jab. “Correction, like man,” he said with a wink before finally heading out the door, leaving you shaking your head and smiling to yourself as you grabbed your keys, ready to head to your appointment.
JOE'S POV
I was supposed to be taking a nap. I swear, that was the plan—crash on her bed, and relax until she got back.
But as I tossed the blankets aside, something fell out from under them, catching my eye instantly. And now, here I was, sitting on the edge of her bed, staring at a baby pink vibrator in my hand—sleep was the last thing on my mind.
“Holy... shit,” I breathed out, my voice a low rasp, fingers frozen around the smooth, silicone surface. I couldn’t even wrap my head around it—her vibrator. Y/N’s vibrator. The girl I’ve known for years, my best friend, who I’ve seen in every light possible, and now… now I couldn’t stop imagining her in a way I never should.
Hell, I’d always caught myself thinking about her like that—ever since high school when we’d grown inseparable. She was always there for me, pushing me, supporting me, and over time, the attraction started creeping in, no matter how hard I tried to fight it.
And it didn’t help when my mom, with her usual nosy persistence, would drop hints about us being more than friends. “You two are perfect for each other,” she’d say, with that knowing smirk, pushing Joe and Y/N this, Joe and Y/N that. She’d talk about how we were practically made for each other, how I needed to ‘wife her up.’ I’d laugh it off, make some stupid joke, but deep down, I knew it wasn’t just teasing. I’d caught myself thinking the same thing more than I’d ever admit out loud.
There were times I flirted with her—pushed the boundaries of what “just friends” really meant. But I always played it off as teasing because the last thing I wanted was to make her uncomfortable. Or worse, make things weird between us. But now, with this vibrator in my hand, those thoughts weren’t so easy to brush off.
I swallowed hard, my pulse speeding up, my gaze glued to the thing in my hand. My thumb absentmindedly traced the ridges, feeling the softness, the subtle curves designed for pleasure, and I could barely stop myself from picturing what it must feel like pressed against her skin. What it would do to her. The image crashed into my mind with vivid, unforgiving clarity—her, lying in this exact bed, her body trembling as she slid this between her slick folds, her lips parted, eyes closed. Goddamn. This was bad.
My breath hitched as heat rushed through my veins, and I felt myself getting hard, the tightness in my jeans suddenly impossible to ignore. But I couldn’t stop. I should stop, I needed to, but my brain was betraying me, filling in the blanks with every fantasy I shouldn’t be having.
I could see her so clearly in my mind—sprawled out beneath these blankets, her hair messy, her skin flushed, using this vibrator to push herself closer and closer to the edge. I imagined the way her back would arch, how her hips would grind against it, how she’d grip the sheets when she came. My stomach twisted with arousal, the thoughts pulling me under like a goddamn riptide, no way to escape.
I shifted, trying to adjust the pressure growing against my jeans, but nothing helped. My body was reacting to every vivid detail I imagined, and I couldn’t stop thinking about how often she used this, how good it must feel to her, how she’d moan when the pleasure hit just right.
I shouldn’t know these things. I shouldn’t be picturing them. But fuck, I couldn’t help it. Y/N wasn’t just any girl—she was my best friend. The girl I’d spent countless nights with, sitting up late, talking about everything under the sun. The girl I’d laughed with, shared secrets with, who knew me better than anyone. And now, she was the girl I couldn’t stop imagining writhing in her bed, desperate and needy, with this damn vibrator between her legs.
I clenched the vibrator tighter, my thumb brushing over the button almost without thinking. The low hum of the motor vibrated against my palm as I turned it on, the sound soft but insistent. My breath caught in my throat as I clicked through the settings, watching the strength of the vibrations change with each press. It started slow, a gentle buzz, but quickly ramped up, the power of it vibrating through my hand with a force I hadn’t expected.
Jesus Christ. She uses this?
The vibrator shook with intensity, each setting stronger than the last, and I couldn’t stop myself from imagining how it must feel against her. The thought of her gasping, biting her lip, her body trembling as she let the vibrations push her closer to the edge—it had me aching. I imagined her fingers gripping the sheets, her back arching as she chased that release, the way her thighs would tremble as the vibrations sent shockwaves through her body.
Fuck, it was driving me insane.
My free hand balled into a fist, my nails digging into my palm as I tried to control the flood of heat coursing through me. But no matter what I did, I couldn’t stop thinking about it—about her.
I couldn’t stop the rush of questions, no matter how hard I tried. They hit me all at once, relentless and intrusive, dragging me into thoughts I knew I shouldn't be having.
What does she sound like when she comes?
I tried to push it away, but the thought lingered. Does she let out soft, breathy moans, or does she get loud, unable to hold back? Does her body tremble, her breath catching in her throat as she tips over the edge?
Does she tease herself?
I can’t help but picture her taking her time, dragging out every touch just to see how long she can last. Or maybe she’s too needy, too desperate to edge herself.
What does she think about when she's alone like that?
I couldn’t stop myself from imagining it, her mind wandering, her body craving release. Does she picture something specific, a fantasy she’s kept locked away? Or...
Who does she think about?
That thought stung in a way I didn’t expect. I hated that I wanted it to be me, hated that the idea of someone else crossed my mind at all. Is it someone else? The thought crawled under my skin, making me tense up, imagining her lost in the thought of someone else's touch.
Does she watch anything?
I couldn’t help but wonder if she ever turns something on, watching it play out in front of her, her eyes dark with desire as she loses herself in it. I wonder if she imagines herself in the scene, or even— someone else.
I felt my chest tighten, heat rising in my body as the questions raced faster, and I hated that I wanted the answers so badly.
A groan slipped from my throat, and I clenched my jaw, trying to shove the thoughts away, to stop this before it went any further. But then another thought crept in, darker, more dangerous—what if I was the one doing this to her? What if it wasn’t just the vibrator in her hand but mine?
What if? My fingers sliding into her, feeling her tighten around them as I press deeper, finding every sensitive spot. The thought of her slick coating my fingers sent a jolt through me, imagining how she’d arch her back, her body responding to every deliberate pump. I could see it so clearly — my hand working at a steady rhythm, coaxing her closer and closer to the edge, her breath hitching as I push her further.
And then, the other hand — holding that pretty pink vibrator against her swollen clit, pressing it down just right. I imagined her trembling beneath me, unable to hold still, her hips bucking against the sensation. God, the way she’d react.Her head tossing back, her hair falling in wild waves as she gasps for air, lips parted in helpless moans. I could almost hear her, breathy and desperate, my name slipping from her mouth in that way that would drive me insane.
The thought made me rock-hard, my cock straining painfully against my jeans. Goddamn it. This was wrong—so fucking wrong. She was my best friend. I wasn’t supposed to think about her like this, not even close. But the more I tried to push it away, the more vivid the images became.
I couldn’t help myself. My thumb flicked through the settings again, the vibrations intensifying to a level that had me wondering how she could handle it. Did she squirm? When was the last time she used it? How hard did she come the last time she used it?
I craved to know every detail.
My mind was spiraling, and I knew I had to stop before I went too far. But every time I thought about turning the vibrator off, I couldn’t help but wonder what it’d be like to watch her use it, to see her body tremble, to hear those soft little gasps as she fell apart.
I finally snapped the vibrator off, my heart pounding in my chest as I set it down on the nightstand, my fingers shaking slightly. My head was spinning, my cock still hard, and I knew there was no way I could suppress these feelings now; they were consuming me entirely.
Fuck, I was in trouble.
I placed the vibrator on the nightstand, its vibrant color almost glowing in the dim light of the room, a silent reminder of the sensations I had just experienced. My elbows rested heavily on my knees, and I found myself unable to tear my gaze away from it. Thoughts whirled in my mind, each one more tantalizing than the last, as I replayed the moments that had just unfolded. The room felt charged, the air thick with unspoken desire, and I couldn't help but feel the heat creeping up my neck.
Just then, my phone chimed, the sudden sound jolting me out of my reverie. My heart raced again, but this time it was for a different reason. I glanced at the screen and saw Y/N's name flash brightly. Curiosity piqued, I opened the message, and my breath caught in my throat. She had sent me a picture of two different shades of nail polish, each bottle glistening under the light, their colors vibrant and inviting.
Underneath the image, she had typed, “What color should I do?”
A warm rush swept through me as I imagined her deliberating over these choices, her brow furrowed in concentration. I could picture her holding the bottles up to the light, her lips slightly pursed as she considered which shade would complement her perfectly. The thought of her meticulously deciding on something so seemingly simple made my chest tighten with affection and desire.
I glanced back at the vibrator, then back at the picture, the contrast between the playful question and the intensity of my earlier thoughts causing a rush of conflicting emotions. I smiled to myself, feeling a flutter in my stomach as I contemplated my response, the air around me thick with possibilities.
The color options she sent were light blue and olive green, both pretty but unassuming. My eyes drifted over the screen, flickering between the nail polish colors and then, as if by instinct, back to the vibrator sitting innocently on her nightstand. My fingers hovered over the phone, but my thoughts were miles away. That damn vibrator, pink and playful, teasing me with the memories of how strong it had buzzed in my hand. I felt a rush of heat again, remembering how it had pulsed, imagining her using it, lost in her own pleasure.
I couldn't help but smirk to myself, the corner of my mouth curling up as an idea sparked in my head. Without thinking, I glanced between the photo and the nightstand one more time, as if seeking confirmation from the toy that had somehow turned my thoughts upside down.
With a mischievous grin, I started typing a response. “Neither,” I typed slowly, each letter fueling my wicked little idea. “Do baby pink.”
My thumb hovered over the send button for just a moment, my smirk deepening as I pictured her reaction. Baby pink—the same color as the vibrator she had tucked away, completely unaware that it was no longer her secret. My heart raced as I hit send, anticipation buzzing just beneath my skin.
My phone chimed again, and her response lit up the screen. "Like this?" she asked, attaching a picture of another nail polish bottle—a soft, delicate baby pink. The exact shade of the vibrator. My chest tightened as I stared at the image, my mind immediately drawing a connection that I tried so hard to resist.
"Perfect," I typed back, the simple word betraying nothing of the chaos inside me. But no matter how hard I tried, the intrusive vision pushed its way forward—her holding that baby pink vibrator against her clit, her freshly painted nails matching the color, trembling as she got closer to the edge. The thought of it alone made my stomach twist in knots, heat flooding every part of me.
I gritted my teeth, palming myself through my jeans, hoping—begging—for any sort of relief. But it was useless. Every thought, every image made it worse. My mind was on fire, replaying the fantasy of her using that toy, moaning, gasping... coming.
I couldn’t let this keep building. I needed this feeling to go away, to be completely gone before she came back. She couldn’t know—couldn’t even suspect—what I’d been doing while she was away, what I found, what I’d been thinking about. My heart raced at the thought of her walking through that door, oblivious to the mess I’d gotten myself into.
I had to pull it together. I squeezed my eyes shut, willing the thoughts away, trying to get myself under control. I just needed to calm down. I’d stick to the plan. Take a nap—at least that’s what I’d tell her. I napped while she was gone. That’s it. Just like I had originally planned.
I shoved the pretty pink vibrator under the pillow, trying to hide it from view—and from my thoughts. My heart pounded in my chest as I lay down, pressing my head against the pillow, hoping the soft fabric would somehow block out the vivid images swirling in my mind. I closed my eyes, determined to take the nap I had planned, but no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t shut off the reel playing behind my eyelids.
The images were too real, too intense. Every time I tried to push them away, they came back stronger.
In my mind, y/n was sprawled out on the bed, her body glistening with a fine sheen of sweat, her lips parted in a breathy moan. “Oh—fuck,” she gasped, her hips lifting off the bed as she ground herself harder against the buzzing toy. The squelching sounds of her slick arousal echoed in my ears, the image so vivid it felt like I could reach out and touch her. The toy—long, sleek, and buzzing—slid between her puffy folds, glistening as she pumped it back and forth, before finally focusing it on her swollen clit. The way her body reacted, the way she moved, it was as if I was there, watching every trembling moment of her ecstasy.
My breath hitched.
Her voice—soft but needy—filled my mind. “Y’wanna help, Joey? Hmm? Wanna help me cum?” Her voice was dripping with seduction, teasing me in ways I’d never imagined before. Her eyes were locked on mine in my fantasy, full of lust, full of want.
I shook my head, trying desperately to banish the thoughts that were creeping further into dangerous territory. My hands flew to my face, rubbing at my eyes as if that would somehow erase the images. I was losing control, and I knew it.
"Stop," I muttered to myself, as if saying it out loud would put an end to the fantasies that had overtaken my mind.
But the truth was, I’d unlocked something. A part of me that had always been there, lurking beneath the surface.
“Y’watchin'?” Her voice was breathless, a whisper laced with desperation that seemed to echo in my mind. I couldn’t tear my eyes away, not even if I wanted to. Her body quivered, trembling as her legs struggled to hold her up, the vibrator in her hand sending shivers through her. Every muscle in her body was tense, her chest rising and falling with shallow breaths. Her eyes were locked on mine—dark, wild, and filled with need. She looked like she was barely holding on.
"Gonna—fuck—gonna cum," she moaned, her words shaky and broken, her hips jerking up as her body bucked. She tossed her head back, her neck arched as she gasped for air. But it didn’t last long; her gaze was back on me, intense and full of hunger. Her lips parted, her breathing erratic. "Guess—guess what m’thinkin' 'bout, Joey."
I shook my head, forcing myself to snap out of it, but I couldn’t. No, this wasn’t happening. This was wrong on so many levels, but the fantasy had its hooks in me. The sight of her like this, in my head, was too much. My heart pounded, my body betraying me.
"You," she whimpered, her voice hitting that pitch that sent a shockwave through me, straight to the throbbing ache between my legs. She was teasing me, her words a soft, tantalizing torture. "Wish you’d touch me. M’so close just thinkin' 'bout it," she panted, her hips rolling with need. Her skin glistened with a thin sheen of sweat, her body practically begging to be touched. Her moans grew louder, higher, her breath catching in her throat as she neared her release.
"Oh—shhh-it!" she cried out, the sound tearing from her throat as her body shook with release. Her legs gave out, her head thrown back as the waves of pleasure crashed over her, leaving her breathless and spent.
"Oh shittt," I groaned, the sound of her moaning my name echoing in my head, pulling me deeper into the fantasy. My eyes flew open, and I gasped, finding my hand had slipped beneath my waistband, palming the hard length of my cock through my boxer briefs. My hips were moving on their own, grinding against my hand, chasing the relief I so desperately needed.
The heat pooling in my stomach was unbearable, spreading like wildfire through my veins. I was hard—so fucking hard—and all I could think about was her. How she would look, sprawled out on her bed, her body trembling with aftershocks as she came. Her nails, painted that same baby pink, gripping the sheets, maybe even clutching my hair if I were there, pulling me closer, begging me to—
Fuck. I was spiraling, my chest tight, my breathing ragged. I was grinding my hips, my cock twitching with every pulse of my heartbeat, aching for more friction, more contact. My hand wasn’t enough. It would never be enough. I was lost in this fantasy of her, and I couldn’t escape it. I needed to stop, but it felt so good, the images so vivid, her voice so real in my mind.
I could feel the wet spot growing in my briefs, my precum seeping through the fabric, and the realization hit me like a ton of bricks. What the hell was I doing? I was in disbelief at how far I'd let this go, how I’d allowed myself to get this worked up. I was actually touching myself to thoughts of her—my best friend—my hands shaking with desire. It felt wrong, but the throbbing in my cock made it so hard to stop.
The rhythmic palming came to an abrupt halt when I heard my name being called, a soft voice pulling me back to reality. “Joeyyy! You still napping?” she called out, her voice getting closer to the bedroom. The bedroom I was in, touching myself to the thought of her. My heart dropped, panic coursing through me as I yanked my hand away, scrambling to sit up. My mind raced, trying to make sense of the situation. I grabbed the nearest blanket and threw it over my lap, desperately trying to hide the obvious bulge beneath it. Just in time.
The door creaked open, and there she was, standing there, all innocent smiles and energy. “Oh, you’re awake. Lookie!” she chimed, skipping over to the bed. She jumped onto it without a second thought, plopping down next to me, completely unaware of the mess I was in. My breath hitched as I watched her, my heart pounding in my chest. Her nails were painted a soft, familiar pink—the same baby pink I had suggested, the same pink as the vibrator I’d just been fantasizing about.
Fuck. The way her eyes lit up... It reminded me of how I imagined they would look when she—
“They look great, Bub, love ’em,” I forced out, the words tumbling from my mouth like a reflex. My voice was shaky, barely hiding the storm inside me.
She nodded, a proud smile spreading across her face. “Thank you for paying, per usual,” she said, leaning in to place a quick, innocent peck on my cheek. The simple touch sent a jolt straight through me. My cock throbbed—so hard that it felt like my body was betraying me. My eyes widened at the sensation, and she noticed.
“Joe?” Her voice was soft now, a mix of concern and confusion. “What’s wrong?”
I shook my head, trying to gather myself, to mask the chaos inside me. “N-nothing, just didn’t think you’d be back so soon,” I mumbled, my voice tight. Too tight.
She nodded, looking down at her nails. “Since I had an appointment, I didn’t have to wait. It was nice. The lady who did them was fast and efficient too. Oh! And the bathrooms had a—” Her voice became background noise as my attention drifted. I wasn’t listening.
My eyes trailed down her chest, the way her top shifted ever so slightly as she leaned in. Her curves... the way her thighs fanned out across the bed... fuck, I was losing it. Every part of her looked so soft, so tempting. I was in deep shit.
“Joe?” Her voice snapped me back, breaking through my haze.
“Yeah?” I responded, a little too quickly.
“Did you take that nap? You seem super out of it.” Her eyes were curious, genuine.
I couldn’t tell her the truth. That I’d planned to nap but instead found her vibrator and couldn’t stop imagining how she might taste, how her nails would look gripping my hair while she came.
“I tried,” I lied, swallowing hard. “But I couldn’t fall asleep.”
She yawned, stretching her arms out in that lazy, comfortable way she always did. “Well, I’m kinda tired myself. Wanna watch our show and lay down?” she asked, her voice soft and familiar. Our show. Lay down. It was something we’d done a hundred times, maybe more. We’d cuddle, but it was always just friendly, nothing more than that—so innocent. We’d nap together, curled up on the couch or in bed, not a care in the world. But tonight? It felt different, and I was terrified of what was happening in my head.
I nodded, forcing a smile. She smiled back, that bright, genuine smile that always made me feel like I was doing something right. I can’t fuck this up. My mind was racing, desperately trying to push away the thoughts, the feelings I couldn’t shake. Think of your dead cat, Joe, I told myself. Think about anything—anything—to get this hard-on to go away.
“Scooch! I want my spot,” she said, nudging me playfully as she shoved me over, her small hands pushing at my side.
I moved, giving her the space she wanted, even though my body felt tense, too aware of her presence beside me. She was now laying on the pillow that not-so-secretly hid her vibrator, the very thing that had stirred up all these messed-up thoughts in the first place. The irony wasn’t lost on me, but I couldn’t focus on that. She flicked on the TV, scrolling through Netflix to find our show, but my gaze? I couldn’t pry it away from her.
She’d always been so beautiful. I told her that all the time, how she looked like a sweet little angel with her soft features and bright eyes. But she didn’t know the extent of it—the thoughts that ran through my head, the fantasies I buried deep. She had no idea how much control she had over me without even trying.
“Oh, I picked up more fruit snacks earlier. Will you go grab the box? I left them on the counter,” she asked casually, still flicking through the options on the screen.
She wanted me to get up? Now? With my cock this hard? Panic shot through me, my throat going dry. I didn’t say anything, hoping maybe she’d forget she even asked. But her eyes flicked over to me, noticing my lack of movement. She rolled her eyes, groaning.
“Fine, lazy ass, I’ll get them,” she muttered, pushing herself up off the bed and heading out of the room.
The second she was out the door, I let out a breath I hadn’t realized I was holding. My hands immediately moved to adjust myself, tucking my aching cock into a more comfortable position, attempting to hide the bulge that had refused to go away. There was no way I could stand up right now, not without her noticing. Not with my mind still full of the images I was trying so hard to forget.
I swallowed hard, trying to calm myself down, but the more I tried, the worse it got. Fuck. This was never going to go away, was it?
Y/n came back into the room with the box of fruit snacks in hand, her energy light and playful as she skipped over to the bed. Without a second thought, she jumped into it, the mattress bouncing slightly under her weight. She carelessly shimmied herself into a comfortable position, wiggling her body until she settled next to me. I was leaned back, trying to act casual with my hands behind my head, though my heart was pounding in my chest.
She cuddled into my side, just like always, her head resting against my shoulder. But then she tossed her leg over my lap, her thigh draping right over where I was still painfully hard. The instant her leg made contact with my bulge, I jumped, a sharp hiss escaping my lips before I could stop it.
Her eyes shot up to me, filled with concern, her brows furrowing slightly. "You okay?" she asked, her voice soft and innocent, but my mind was spinning.
All I could do was nod, though the heat radiating through my body was undeniable. I felt like I was about to combust from how sensitive every inch of me felt. And maybe I was imagining it, maybe my mind was playing tricks on me, but for a split second, I could’ve sworn I saw the faintest hint of a smirk on her lips. Her gaze flickered down to where her leg was pressed against my crotch, a momentary glance that made my breath hitch. But just as quickly, she looked back up, her face neutral as she focused on the TV.
We both turned our attention to the show. Or at least, she did. She laughed here and there, offering her opinion during certain scenes, her voice filling the room with that familiar warmth. But me? I was barely holding it together, forcing myself to respond with nothing more than a nod or a simple "mhm." I felt like I was on fire, every nerve in my body lit up with the unbearable tension of having her so close.
Her leg was just resting there—innocent, casual—but it felt like so much more. The pressure against my lap was driving me crazy, the heat of her skin seeping through my clothes. I couldn’t focus on a single word she was saying, and couldn't even pay attention to the show. My entire world had narrowed down to the feeling of her soft leg draped over me, and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t shake the thought that she had to know what she was doing to me.
–
After what felt like hours of torture, I finally couldn’t take it anymore. She was asleep now, her breaths soft and even against my neck, completely unaware of the war raging inside me. My hand slid down, almost on instinct, wrapping around her waist to pull her closer. She stirred, her body responding to my touch, and she subconsciously scooted even closer, her leg tightening around my lap. I let out a shaky breath, my other hand finding its way to her thigh, fingers brushing up and down her leg in slow, gentle strokes.
Fuck, she was so soft. My touch was light, almost hesitant, as I traced the curve of her thigh. Her skin felt like velvet under my fingertips, warm and inviting. I couldn’t stop touching her, couldn’t stop running my hand up and down, each pass of my fingers sending a shiver down my spine. My mind was spiraling, my thoughts clouded with desire, and before I knew it, my hips bucked slightly.
I swallowed hard, my breath hitching in my throat as the pressure against my cock increased. The friction was maddening—just enough to tease, to keep me on edge, but not nearly enough to give me the release I so desperately needed. I bucked my hips again, barely moving, but even that slight motion had me grinding up into her leg. A low moan slipped past my lips before I could stop it, my head sinking back into the pillow as the tension coiled tighter in my gut.
I needed to take care of this. Now.
I glanced over at her, making sure she was still asleep. Her breathing was steady, her face soft and peaceful, completely unaware of the mess she had left me in. I bit my lip, weighing my options. I couldn’t just lie here like this. I had to get up, had to go to the bathroom or—fuck—I needed to do something.
Slowly, carefully, I let my hand slide down to my lap, brushing over the tent in my sweats. The second my palm made contact with the bulge, I hissed, my hips jerking up involuntarily. Fuck, I was so hard, my cock straining painfully against the fabric of my boxers. I rubbed myself through the material, grinding my palm against the swollen length, and it felt so fucking good. The pressure, the friction—it was like a shockwave of pleasure ripping through me. I had to bite down on my lip to keep from groaning too loudly.
My hand moved slowly at first, just palming myself through my sweats, applying just enough pressure to keep me on edge. But it wasn’t enough. I needed more. My hips bucked up again, seeking more friction, and I pressed harder, my breath coming out in ragged gasps. I was so close, so fucking close, and the thought of getting off right here, with her asleep beside me, had my head spinning. It was wrong, but fuck, it felt so good.
I squeezed the base of my cock through my boxers, my hips lifting off the bed as I ground myself against my hand. My heart was pounding, my mind racing, and all I could think about was how she was right there, so close, and how much I wanted her. My breath came out in shaky gasps, my body trembling with need as I worked myself through the fabric.
The sensation was almost too much, the rough material of my sweats creating just the right amount of friction to drive me wild. I could feel the damp spot growing in my boxers, my precum leaking through the fabric and making everything even more sensitive. Every time I pressed down, the pressure sent sparks of pleasure shooting through me, and I couldn’t stop the soft groans escaping my throat.
"Fuck," I whispered, my head falling back against the pillow as I continued to rub myself, my hand moving faster now. I was on the edge, teetering on the brink, and all I needed was one more push. Just one more.
Then, suddenly, Y/N’s phone started ringing, the sharp sound piercing through the haze of pleasure. I froze, my eyes snapping open as she stirred beside me.
The moment I heard the door close downstairs, I let out a ragged breath. The tension that had been coiling tight inside me for what felt like hours was ready to snap. I couldn't take it anymore. My cock was painfully hard, straining against my sweats, and the wet spot had spread even more, slicking the fabric with precum. Every brush of the material against my sensitive skin sent another jolt of need shooting through me.
My hand slid down to the waistband of my sweats, fingers trembling with the mix of lust and desperation. I tugged them down just enough to free myself, hissing through clenched teeth as the cool air hit my aching length. My cock sprang free, flushed and slick with precum, the head glistening under the dim light. I wrapped my hand around it, groaning at the sweet relief of finally touching myself without the barrier of fabric.
But it still wasn’t enough. Even as I started pumping myself, my hand moving slow and steady, it wasn’t enough. The frustration gnawed at me, the need to release mounting with every passing second. My grip tightened, my strokes speeding up, and I bucked my hips into my hand, chasing that release. I needed more, something to push me over the edge, something to bring me the satisfaction I craved so badly.
My mind wandered back to her—Y/N. I imagined her in that innocent little way she’d always curl up beside me, so unaware of what she did to me. And then my thoughts darkened, turned filthy. My brain conjured the image of her using her toy, that same fucking vibrator I found under her pillow. I pictured her sprawled out on this very bed, her legs spread wide, her fingers guiding the pink toy between her sopping folds. I could almost hear her soft moans, the way she'd writhe under the pleasure, her hips jerking as she used it against herself.
"Fuck," I groaned, my hand moving faster, pumping myself harder as the fantasy played out in my mind. But no matter how fast I went, no matter how tight my grip got, it wasn’t enough. My body was on fire, but the release I needed so desperately stayed just out of reach. The slick sounds of my cock sliding through my fist filled the room, mixing with my heavy breathing, but it only heightened my frustration. My hips bucked into my hand with each stroke, but still, it wasn’t enough.
I needed more. I needed to cum, and I needed it fast. But even as I pumped myself harder, my strokes grew erratic, my body trembling with the effort, I couldn’t get there. A low, guttural growl escaped my throat as I squeezed my cock tighter, my hand sliding up and down the length with increasing speed. The pressure built, teetering on the edge of release, but it wasn’t enough to send me over.
"Fuck... fuck..." I panted, my hand slowing down despite my desperation. I couldn't keep it up. The pleasure was maddening, overwhelming, but no matter how much I tried to push myself over the edge, it stayed just out of reach. With a heavy, defeated breath, my hand came to a stop, resting limply around my shaft as I let out a frustrated groan.
"So stupid," I muttered under my breath, shame creeping in as the haze of lust gave way to frustration. What the hell was wrong with me? I’d been so close, and now... it was all slipping away. My hand fell away from my cock, leaving it throbbing, hard, and unsatisfied, and I let out another shaky breath.
But then, an idea popped into my head, one so dangerous and tempting that it made my heart race all over again. My gaze flicked to the pillow beside me, the same one that hid the source of all my frustration tonight. The vibrator.
The thought sent a thrill of excitement coursing through me, my pulse quickening as the idea fully took root. Fuck it. I was already this far gone. What did I have to lose?
With trembling fingers, I reached under the pillow beside me, my hand searching until I found it—the same toy that had gotten me into this situation in the first place. My fingers wrapped around the smooth, cool surface of the vibrator, and I pulled it out, holding it up in the dim light. It was small, pink, and innocent-looking, but fuck, the thoughts it conjured in my mind were anything but.
I swallowed hard, my cock twitching in response as I stared down at the toy. This was it. This was what I needed. I could feel my breath quicken, my body already reacting to the idea of what I was about to do. My hand wrapped around my length again, and I gave myself one slow, teasing stroke, letting out a shaky breath as pleasure shot through me. Then, with my other hand, I turned on the vibrator, the quiet hum sending a thrill through my body.
I positioned it at the tip of my cock, holding my breath as the vibrations hit me, the sensation unlike anything I’d felt before. My hips jerked involuntarily, and a low, broken moan escaped my lips.
The vibrator buzzed softly in my hand as I ran it along the length of my cock, the sensation sending waves of pleasure through my entire body. Every inch of me felt alive, pulsing with need, as I dragged the toy up and down, teasing the underside of my shaft, tracing the thick vein that throbbed with every passing second.
But no matter how much I tried, it still wasn’t enough.
“Please...” I whimpered under my breath, my voice barely audible as the desperation clawed at me. I was so close, the sensation almost too much to bear, yet the release stayed maddeningly out of reach. My chest heaved, my breath coming in shallow, ragged gasps as I pressed the vibrator against the tip of my cock, feeling the way it buzzed right against the sensitive head.
“Fuck... I need... please,” I groaned, my hips bucking up into the buzzing toy. The feeling was overwhelming, my body trembling as I gripped my cock tighter, trying to force myself to cum. The toy slid along my shaft, slick with precum, and I couldn’t stop the whimper that escaped my throat as I pumped myself faster, the vibrator pressed firmly against my tip.
It was agony. The pleasure built higher and higher, coiling in my gut, but every time I got close to the edge, it slipped away. I was fucking exhausted, my muscles burning with the effort, but I couldn’t stop. I needed this. I needed to cum so badly I could barely think straight.
“Please...” I whispered again, the word escaping on a broken breath. My hips jerked involuntarily, my body chasing the release that continued to torment me. My hand shook as I ran the toy back up my length, pressing it hard against the base of my cock before dragging it back up to the tip.
I could feel myself teetering on the edge, my body so close to the breaking point, but still... still, it wasn’t enough.
“Fuck, I need to cum... I need...” My voice cracked, and I couldn’t stop the small whimper that followed. My chest was heaving, my legs trembling as I pumped myself faster, my hand a blur as the vibrator buzzed relentlessly against my cock.
I was losing track of time, so lost in the haze of pleasure and frustration that I didn’t even realize how long I’d been at it. Fifteen minutes... fifteen agonizing minutes of chasing the release that wouldn’t come.
“Please...” I whimpered again, my voice barely audible over the sound of the vibrator. My head fell back against the pillow, my body writhing on the bed as I pressed the toy hard against the sensitive tip of my cock. My hips bucked up, and I gasped, the feeling almost too intense.
But it wasn’t enough.
I was so tired. My body was shaking, my muscles aching from the relentless effort, and my cock throbbed painfully, desperate for the release that wouldn’t come. I was a mess of frustration, need, and exhaustion, my hand trembling as I continued to pump myself faster, harder.
And then, out of nowhere…
Your POV
Your voice breaks the silence, sultry and dripping with mockery. “Oh, Joey, you’re not doing it right.”
His head snaps up, panic washing over his features. Eyes wide and pupils dilated, he drops the vibrator from his trembling fingers, the soft thud echoing in the otherwise quiet room. Desperation floods his face as he scrambles to cover himself, his chest heaving with quick, uneven breaths. “Wha—” he stammers, utterly shocked, yet the sight of him only ignites the fire within you.
You stand there, a smirk teasing at your lips, feeling a heat pooling between your thighs. You’ve been observing his pitiful attempts—his hips grinding into the toy, his cock straining against the confines of his sweats, each unsuccessful pump sending him deeper into need. Your panties cling to you, damp and sticky from the thrill of watching him plead and fail.
With slow, deliberate steps, you glide toward the bed, eyes locked onto his. Your heart races, but your pace remains languid and seductive. You reach down, lifting the vibrator, your fingers wrapping around it as you hold it up between you. Tilting your head, you let your gaze linger on his flustered face. “I can help you…” you whisper, your voice thick with promise.
His eyes widen further, a mix of hesitation and desire flooding his expression. He nods slowly, his breath hitching. “I—uh…” he begins, but the words trail off as his hand drops away from its futile attempt to hide his throbbing erection.
"I'm s-so—" he stutters, but you cut him off with a smile.
"Sorry for getting caught?" you purr, stepping even closer, your eyes flicking to his throbbing cock. "Sorry because you were using my toy to touch yourself? Or sorry that you didn’t ask for help sooner?" You tease, your words dripping with dominance as you wrap your fingers around his length, stroking him agonizingly slow.
He gulps, his voice trembling. “I was just… I was thinking about you, and—.” The admission spills from his lips, raw and honest, and you can’t help but smile wickedly at his confession.
“Just me?” you purr, your fingers brushing against his bare skin as you wrap your hand around his length, stroking him with a tantalizingly slow rhythm. “Or were there other things… other fantasies you had?” You squeeze him slightly, and he gasps, his eyes rolling back in pleasure.
“God, I—” he breathes, his voice breaking as his hips instinctively buck into your grip. “I didn’t— I just wanted—”
You cut him off, leaning closer, your lips brushing against his ear. “What, Joey? You just wanted to feel good? To cum?” Your words are laced with a teasing edge, and you watch him squirm, his face flushed with embarrassment and arousal.
“Please, I just want to—” His desperate plea hangs in the air, making your heart race. You lean down, hovering just above his flushed, purplish tip, letting a thin line of spit fall from your lips onto him. The warm droplet rolls down his length, and he groans, the sound reverberating through the room.
“Do you want to cum?” you ask, your thumb collecting your spit as you press it against his tip, swirling it around slowly. You stroke him with a firm yet teasing grip, watching every gasp, every shudder that escapes him. “Or do you want to keep teasing yourself like this?”
His breath hitches, and you see the conflict in his eyes—pleasure battling with frustration. “I— I can’t take it anymore, I need—”
"Need what, Joey? Need me to help you?" Your voice is soft but teasing, dripping with control as your hand begins to stroke him faster. His skin is flushed, radiating heat under your touch, and you can feel the tension rolling off him with every shaky breath. Each whimper that escapes his lips is a sweet reward, fueling the excitement bubbling inside you.
He doesn’t answer at first, only letting out a strangled moan as his head tips back, lost in the sensation. But that’s not enough for you. You stop abruptly, tightening your grip just beneath the swollen head of his cock, squeezing with just enough pressure to make him gasp, his tip turning a deeper shade of purply red.
"I asked you a question," you command, your tone firm, eyes narrowing as you relish the sight of his body straining toward you, desperate for relief.
His breath hitches, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he struggles to find his voice. "Y-yes, please," he finally gasps, his hips bucking slightly into your grip, begging for more. The raw desperation in his voice sends a shiver down your spine, making you ache with need. He’s unraveling beneath your touch, and it’s intoxicating.
"Then be good for me, yeah?" you whisper, leaning in closer, your lips brushing just over his skin, your warm breath sending a new wave of shivers through him. The tension between you is electric, and you can feel his resolve crumbling, his body surrendering completely to you.
With a slow, deliberate motion, you resume stroking him, keeping your touch firm but teasing, drawing out every ounce of his need. "I’ll take care of you," you purr, your voice thick with promise.
"What's your limit?" Your voice drips with control, the words barely above a whisper but commanding his full attention. Your hand moves slowly, teasing his slick length with deliberate strokes. "What can and can’t I do?"
"Any—anything, Y/N, please," he chokes out, his voice shaky, almost desperate. His body is trembling beneath you, and the sweat on his skin only heightens the tension. Your fingers twist expertly around him, pumping at a steady pace, but you’re playing with him, keeping him right on the edge without letting him tip over. Every time his head rolls back, his eyes squeezing shut to escape the intense eye contact, you slow your strokes, torturously dragging your hand along his shaft until he’s forced to look at you again. Only then do you pick up speed, smirking as he moans softly.
"Anything, huh?" you mock, your tone playful but dripping with power. "You’re so fucking pathetic, Joey." You bite your lip, watching his cock twitch in your hand. "Using my vibrator... your best friend’s toy... trying to get yourself off in my bed while I’m gone?" You laugh softly, darkly, as you pump him just a bit harder, your fingers brushing over his swollen, slick tip. His breath catches in his throat, his chest heaving as he watches your hand, every nerve in his body on fire.
The sound of his ragged breathing fills the room, mingling with the soft, wet schlick of your hand gliding over his cock. Each time you brush over his slit, his hips twitch up, chasing the friction. You pause for a moment, letting your pointer finger trace lazily around the sensitive spot, drawing out a sharp gasp from him, before you continue stroking him. His lips part in a desperate moan, eyes glazed over with need.
"How long, Joey?" you ask, your voice low and husky, making him shiver. His body tenses at the question, and you can see the panic flash across his face as if he knows he’s about to confess something he’s been hiding for years.
"H-how long?" he stammers, trying to buy time, but you aren’t going to let him off that easily. Your grip tightens slightly, and you tilt your head, raising an eyebrow in challenge.
"How long have you wanted to do this?" you press, your voice thick with amusement. "Or were you just especially horny tonight?"
His chest rises and falls quickly, his breath coming in harsh gasps. He chuckles weakly, his body trembling beneath your touch. "I-I don’t know," he mumbles, his voice strained, but you can tell he’s lying.
You stop moving your hand altogether, your grip firm around the base of his shaft, making him gasp in frustration. "Yes, you do. Answer my question, or I stop." Your voice is sharp now, a clear warning, and he knows you mean it.
"Y/N, please," he groans, his hips bucking up against your hand, desperate for you to move again. "Faster—"
"No," you cut him off, shaking your head with a smirk. "You’ve been hard all night. You’ve been thinking about this for a while now, haven’t you?" You run your thumb slowly over the head of his cock, watching his body react to your every touch. "Wanting to use my toy? Wanting me to touch you?"
His lip trembles as he tries to suppress a whine, but you're not letting him off that easily. You shift forward, your ass arched high in the air, breasts pressing against his thigh as you position your face close to the action. Your eyes are locked on your own hand as it pumps his throbbing length with deliberate strokes. "Don’t hold back," you murmur, your voice low and teasing as you flick your gaze up to meet his. "I want to hear everything."
The sound of your voice pushes him over the edge. He lets out a shaky breath, his body sagging in relief as he surrenders to your touch. "Years," he finally admits, his voice rough with need. "F-fuck, Y/N... I’ve wanted you for years."
Your eyes widen at the confession, caught off guard for just a moment. Years? The thought of him silently craving you for so long sends a shiver of arousal straight through you, making your core throb with heat. You can feel your panties sticking to you, soaked from how incredibly turned on you are. Your hand stills for a second, processing what he just said.
He whines at the loss of movement, his hips thrusting upward toward your fist, desperate for you to keep going. "N-no, please," he whimpers, his voice raw with frustration.
You smirk, snapping out of your daze as you start stroking him again, this time faster, more determined. His cock pulses in your hand, the heat radiating from him like a furnace. "Years?" you echo, your voice teasing as you drop your other hand to cup his balls, rolling them gently in your palm. He lets out a guttural moan, his eyes rolling back as the sensation overwhelms him.
"Tell me about it," you demand, your hand moving faster now, pumping him with purpose. His hips jerk helplessly in time with your movements, his body completely at your mercy.
"Fuck, Y/N," he groans, his voice a strained whisper. "Wanted you for so long... I—I’ve thought about this... every night." His breath is coming in short, shallow pants now, his chest heaving as he tries to keep up with the sensation. "Every fucking night, I’ve wanted you... this is unreal,” His cock is throbbing in your hand, the tip leaking pre-cum as you work him toward the brink of release.
Your core clenches at his words, the heat between your legs unbearable now. You can feel your own arousal dripping from you, soaking through your panties. If it weren’t for the fabric, the sheets beneath you would already be a mess.
You lean down, your breath warm against his tip as you press your lips to it, teasing him further. His body jerks violently at the contact, a strangled moan escaping his throat. His cock twitches in your hand, so close to the edge but not quite there. You can hear the desperation in his voice, the way his moans break with each stroke, the sound of his ragged breaths filling the room.
You bring his swollen tip to your lips, teasingly flicking your tongue over his slit, tasting the saltiness of his precum before pulling away. With a soft pop, you let it slide from your mouth, placing your cheek back against his thigh as you watch the way his cock twitches. “Mhm, keep telling me about it,” you breathe, your voice dripping with satisfaction as your eyes focus on the bead of precum slowly rolling down his length. Your fingers wrap around the base, and you reach for the buzzing vibrator, pressing it gently against his balls.
“Oh! Fuck!” His body jerks violently in response, his back arching off the bed, and his hand shoots to your head, gripping a fistful of your hair like it’s the only thing keeping him tethered to the earth. You hum in amusement, squeezing your thighs together at the sight of him unraveling beneath you. “Sh-shit! Y/n, Jesus..." His voice cracks, breathless and needy as you run the vibrator slowly up the underside of his cock, lingering against the sensitive tip.
"Such a pretty cock, y'know that?" you purr, the praise dripping from your lips as you glance up at him. His face is flushed, his puffy red lips parted, brows furrowed in sheer pleasure.
“Y-you’re so pretty,” he manages to choke out between gasps, his eyes meeting yours. The way you look up at him from between his legs, your doe eyes wide and pleading, sends his mind spiraling, even though he knows you’re the one in control here.
“Yeah?” you whisper, your voice a teasing lilt. “Think I’m pretty?” You don’t wait for him to respond, already knowing the answer, as you click the vibrator’s button without even looking, the buzzing intensifying against his throbbing length.
His breath hitches, a ragged groan tearing from his throat as you watch him lose himself completely to the sensation. Every whimper, every twitch, feeds the fire burning between your legs. The power you hold over him is intoxicating.
His chest rises and falls rapidly, breaths coming in ragged gasps as he stares into your wide, doe eyes, the smirk on your lips driving him wild. The toy buzzes against his length, and the vibrations seem to push him closer to the edge with every pass. His hand trembles slightly as he brushes a few stray strands of hair from your face, his touch gentle despite the overwhelming lust clouding his mind. "I couldn’t help myself…s-saw it when you left, and—"
"Just had to use it, huh?" you interrupt, your voice dripping with playful condescension. He nods, eyes fluttering shut as a desperate whimper escapes him when you press the toy firmly against his aching tip. You find yourself staring at him, momentarily losing focus as the weight of the situation settles on your chest. The mess between your thighs becomes impossible to ignore, the slick heat soaking through your panties and reminding you just how badly you want him.
Taking a steadying breath, you shuffle closer, hovering over him, the vibrator now buzzing just inches from your soaked core. His hands instinctively find your hips, fingers pressing into your skin with a grip so heated it almost pulls you over the edge right then. You glance down at his parted lips, then back to his half-lidded eyes, your heart racing as you ask, "D’you trust me?"
"Al-always will," he stammers, his voice thick with need.
You nod, leaning in just enough to brush your lips over his, teasing him with the promise of a kiss. He leans up eagerly, but you pull away before he can taste you, leaving him breathless and wanting. A wicked smirk tugs at your lips. "Heat of the moment decisions can be regretful," you tease, even though your body aches to close the distance. Every inch of you wants him, every second of this moment confirming how deep your feelings run—how long you've wanted him. But he doesn’t know. He doesn’t know you've been dreaming of this too.
You take his hand, forcing him to press the vibrator against himself again. "Good. Hold it right there for me." He nods obediently, starting to move it, but you quickly correct him, pushing the toy back to his sensitive tip. "I said right there," you repeat, your voice low, watching as his face contorted in pleasure. His eyes squeeze shut, his lips parting in a desperate moan. He’s on the edge, teetering between pleasure and agony, his body begging for release.
Standing up, you shimmy out of your pants and panties, exposing your dripping folds. You run a hand between your legs, feeling the slick heat of your arousal, and you catch his eyes glued to your body, watching every move you make. His moan is guttural, a sound that makes you even wetter. You both know this is insane—wild, reckless—but you can’t stop now. Straddling him, you take the vibrator from his trembling hand, positioning it between you.
"This..." you pause, biting your lip as you think, "this is fucking crazy."
He chuckles breathlessly, nodding. "Y-yeah."
You raise an eyebrow, a teasing smirk on your lips. "You wanna stop?"
"God, please, no," he blurts out, shaking his head quickly, desperation laced in his voice. That’s all the confirmation you need.
You align yourself over him, his cock pressed against his stomach, the vibrator strategically placed between you both—one side pressing against his swollen length, the other side buzzing directly onto your pulsing clit. The vibrations send electric pulses through both your bodies, the only thing preventing his throbbing tip from slipping inside you is the toy, teasing you both. The sensation is overwhelming, the buzzing heat building between your bodies, driving you to the brink
The tension between you two escalates with every pulse of the relentless vibrator, buzzing insistently between your bodies and sending electrifying jolts of pleasure surging through every nerve ending. The heat radiating from him perfectly mirrors your own, a primal connection igniting the air around you. The friction of his cock against the vibrator's head and your swollen clit creates a maddening rhythm, teasing both of you to the brink of insanity. Each movement sends shockwaves of unbearable sensation coursing through you, and you struggle to control the urgent need threatening to consume you.
His hands grip your hips with a desperate intensity, fingers digging into your skin as if he were holding on for dear life. The weight of his gaze locks onto you, his chest heaving as he fights to steady himself under your command. His cock twitches beneath the incessant buzzing toy, so tantalizingly close to feeling your slick warmth but repeatedly denied by the tormenting teasing. “F-fuck,” he groans, his voice strained and thick with frustration, the desperation clear in his eyes—he’s barely managing to hold on.
Your own core throbs, soaked and pulsing against the vibrator, slickness dripping around the toy and coating his length, turning every movement between you into a slippery dance of desire. You bite your lip, leaning in just a fraction closer, the faintest brush of his tip against your folds igniting a wildfire of sensation throughout your entire body. “You feel that?” you whisper, breath shaky with desire, your words dripping with teasing promise.
A broken moan escapes his lips, low and desperate, filled with a raw, aching need as his eyes roll back in pleasure. His hips instinctively buck up, chasing the elusive feeling of your heat. “Sh-it, so fuckin’ wet,” he pants, his voice barely a whisper, raw with need as his cock grinds against the buzzing toy. Each ragged exhale he releases is a soft plea for more, his body betraying him as he struggles to maintain control.
“Mhmm,” you purr, your voice laced with satisfaction as you shift slightly, aligning yourself just right so the vibrator presses harder against your sensitive clit. The sensation is overwhelming, and your body trembles with the building pleasure deep inside you. His hands slide from your hips to your ass, squeezing desperately as he pulls you closer, wanting—needing—more, but you’re not giving in that easily.
“Yes, ahh—fuck, yes,” he stammers, his voice wrecked with lust, trembling as he speaks. His hips jerk up again, the pressure against his tip sending him spiraling toward the edge. His jaw clenches, a whimper escaping his lips, needy, as his body shakes beneath you. He’s so close, so desperate, but you still hold the reins of control.
With a wicked grin, you press the vibrator harder against him, moving it slowly down his length before bringing it back to his aching tip. His back arches, and his head tilts back, another helpless moan slipping from his lips—deep and guttural, echoing with his sheer longing. You can’t help but smirk, reveling in the power you have over him; it ignites something primal within you. You've never seen him like this—so vulnerable, and so, so needy.
Your own arousal drips around the toy and onto his length, each grind of your hips nudging it against his tip over and over again. The feeling of him so tantalizingly close, yet so far from filling you, drives you to the edge of madness. “God, you’re such a mess for me, Joey,” you whisper, your voice breathy with desire as you lean down, your lips hovering just inches from his. “Do you want to cum?”
His eyes snap open, filled with pure need, staring up at you, lips trembling as he struggles to form words. “P-please, I—” He can’t even finish the sentence before his body bucks up again, desperation taking over. His moan is louder this time, raw and filled with urgency, a testament to his overwhelming desire.
You smirk, teasingly dragging the vibrator slowly along his cock, relishing the way it twitches beneath the buzzing toy. “You’ll only cum when I say so,” you tease, watching his body shake, the tension in his muscles almost unbearable. “You started without me.” You lean back, tossing your head with mock pity. “You wanna cum?” He nods, pleadingly, his moans turning into desperate whines that echo in the heated air.
“Too bad,” you add, flicking the setting higher, sending a cascade of erotic moans escaping your lips—each sound a sultry melody of pleasure that could easily send Joe over the edge, but he obeys, fighting against the instinct to release, wanting to please you even more. The raw tension crackles in the air, every pulse of the vibrator bringing you both closer to an exquisite breaking point.
“Aahh… fuck!” you cry out, the sound spilling from your lips like a desperate prayer. Waves of pleasure crash over you, a potent mix of ecstasy and bliss that threatens to overwhelm your senses. Your body thrums with desire, yearning for release, but the thought of this moment ending fills you with a palpable unease. The warmth of him envelops you, igniting a fire within you that you don’t want to extinguish. As you feel the knot in your stomach tightening, you instinctively pull the vibrator away, unwilling to let that sweet release come just yet.
With the toy gone, your bare core, slick and eager, presses directly against his throbbing cock, and the heat radiating from both of you intensifies the air around you, turning it thick with desire. He groans—a low, guttural sound that reverberates deep within his chest—as he feels the warmth of your folds surrounding him, teasingly close yet not quite enveloping him. The frustration etched on his face only serves to heighten your own need. “Y/N, I need to cum—”
“Fuck me,” you interject bluntly, your words dripping with urgency and authority. The air grows heavy with tension as he pauses, his breath hitching in his throat, his eyes darkening with primal desire.
“I don’t care where this will leave us afterward. Please, Joey… fuck me,” you beg, your voice a sultry mix of desperation and command. You don’t need to repeat yourself; he understands. In one swift motion, he flips you both over, his body hovering above yours as he quickly aligns himself with your slick entrance.
He inches his tip inside you, stretching you deliciously, and a gasp escapes your lips, echoing the overwhelming sensation of him filling you. You clench around him instinctively, your fingers tangling in his hair at the nape of his neck, pulling him closer. He groans deeply, the sound vibrating against your skin, as he sinks deeper until you’re fully engulfing him, your warm, velvety walls squeezing his length.
His head rests on your shoulder, a silent gratitude escaping him as you draw him deeper into your warmth, your bodies perfectly aligned in a dance of need. “Y’so… fuck—so tight,” he mutters, his voice thick with pleasure and desire. You whine in response, nodding fervently. “Yeah? Gonna fuck me, huh? Show me what you were thinking of before I walked in,” you tease, your words laced with sultry moans as his hips pull back, then push into you slowly, each thrust deliberate and electric.
He nods, urgency flickering in his gaze as he begins to pick up the pace, his thrusts becoming more insistent. He seeks to prolong this moment, wanting to savor every sensation, every breath, as if trying to etch this memory into his mind. Even as you find yourself on the bottom, you feel a surge of power; he’s attentive, listening to every moan and demand that spills from your lips. “Such a good boy for me,” you praise, your voice sultry and filled with approval.
His cock twitches at your words, a primal response igniting between you. With renewed vigor, he quickens his pace, his hips meeting yours with an urgent rhythm, the sounds of your bodies melding together filling the air. The slick, wet sounds of your connection indicating exactly how quick his hips meet yours.
You bring your hand up to caress his face, forcing him to lock eyes with you, grounding you both in this moment of raw connection. “s’pretty for me, Joey,” you whisper, your breath mingling with his, sending shivers down your spine.
His eyes roll back, lost in the pleasure, as he drops his head into the crook of your neck, the sensation of his hot breath on your skin igniting a deeper need within you. “Baby,” he murmurs, his voice a breathy plea, laced with desperation. “Please. I need to cum so badly—for you, please, please—” He begs, the urgency palpable in his tone as he seeks your approval.
As he kisses your shoulder, leaving little nibbles that make you shiver and gasp, you can feel the tension building between you, electric and consuming. “Mm—fuck, y-yeah? Gonna cum for me?” you encourage, your voice thick with desire and need. He nods, desperate and almost frantic.
In a sudden, swift motion, he reaches over, grabbing the vibrator, his thrusts never faltering as he brings it between your bodies, the buzzing toy pressing against your clit. The sensation is overwhelming, and you scream out in pure ecstasy. “Ahhh! God—fuck yes! I’m gonna cum—”
He hums in satisfaction, the sound vibrating through both of you, feeling your walls tighten around him as his thrusts become more erratic, the urgency building with each movement. “S’so close. Whe—” he begins, but you tug on his hair, bringing his forehead to rest against yours, your breaths mingling in the charged space between you, every exhale filled with longing.
“In me, Joey, fuck! I want to cum around your cock. Wanna feel full—” The words tumble from your lips, a mixture of need and yearning that sends him spiraling.
His hips rut against you in uneven strokes, a desperate rhythm that ignites every nerve ending within you. He flicks the vibrator to a higher setting, the intensity sending shockwaves through your body. You tremble beneath him, slowly coming undone as he responds to your every word and whimper.
“Fuck—yes! Please, Joe!” you cry, your voice rising in pitch as you feel yourself teetering on the edge, the world around you blurring into nothingness. Your body shakes under him, your breaths mingling as you both chase the same elusive release.
With one final thrust, his hips rut at an uneven pace, and he finally reaches his breaking point. The moment collides with yours as he releases, his cock throbbing inside you as you come around him, a wave of pleasure crashing over you both. You feel him fill you with his warm seed, your belly sensitive and full, a physical reminder of the connection you just shared.
You both stay locked in this intimate embrace, savoring the aftermath of your release, breaths mingling as you bask in the warmth of each other’s presence.
Your walls clench and pulse rhythmically around his throbbing cock, each gentle squeeze sending waves of pleasure coursing through you as you both melt into each other’s embrace. The warmth envelops you like a cozy cocoon, cutting off the outside world and leaving just the two of you tangled in a blissful haze. His breath, hot and tantalizing, brushes against your skin, igniting every nerve ending, while his face burrows deeper into the crook of your neck, seeking comfort and connection.
“I love you,” he mumbles, his voice a husky whisper filled with raw sincerity. The weight of his words wraps around your heart, squeezing it gently, making you acutely aware of the vulnerability you both share in this moment.
Turning your head, you gaze into his eyes—those deep, soulful pools that seem to hold all the unspoken moments you’ve shared over the years. You lose yourself in their depths, searching for reassurance and finding it in the flicker of emotions that dance behind his gaze. He lifts his head, locking eyes with you, and your breath hitches as you see the earnestness reflected there. “Like—”
“Like, I’m in love with you... have been for years,” he admits, each word spilling forth with a mix of eagerness and fear, a confession that lays bare the truth he’s carried in the quiet spaces between your laughter and shared moments.
Your lips part, and a rush of emotion swells within you—love, longing, and a flicker of fear about the vulnerability of this moment. You want to echo his feelings, to let him know he’s not alone in this revelation, but before you can articulate your thoughts, he cuts you off. “And this isn’t just in the heat of the moment anymore,” he insists, the gravity of his confession palpable, hanging between you like a charged current.
His lips brush against yours softly, a tender caress that ignites a fire within you, making your heart race and your body hum with anticipation. Just as he leans in, poised to kiss you, you halt him with a gentle hand pressed against his chest, a teasing smile curling your lips, a mixture of affection and mischief dancing in your eyes. “I love you too,” you whisper, and with that simple affirmation, you give him permission to finally connect your lips with his.
It’s a kiss that speaks volumes—an insane night filled with bold actions and the obscure thoughts that danced in both your minds, culminating in this moment that feels like the official start of everything his mom has tried so hard to bring about over the years.
The kiss that follows is electric—a slow, languid exploration that speaks volumes of the emotions previously locked away. It’s a kiss laden with the weight of unexpressed feelings and years of friendship, now transformed into something deeper, more profound. Each brush of your lips against his feels like a promise, a commitment solidifying in the warmth of the moment. You can taste the remnants of your shared passion, sweet and intoxicating, and you lose yourself in the sensation, feeling your heart swell with each tender press of his mouth against yours.
As your lips move against his, you savor the plush softness of his sore, puffy lips, the way they fit perfectly against yours. It’s an intimate dance, one that brings warmth flooding through your body, igniting every nerve ending as you lose yourself in the moment. The world around you fades away, leaving only the two of you caught in this whirlwind of emotion and desire, savoring the electricity of your connection.
After what feels like an eternity of bliss, he pulls away for air, his gaze dropping between you, where you remain intimately connected, your bodies still entwined. The sudden emptiness leaves a pang in your chest. With a hesitant, deliberate motion, he slowly pulls out, both of you hissing at the sudden sensitivity that floods your senses—a mix of discomfort and pleasure that lingers in the aftermath of your shared ecstasy.
He’s quick to grab a cloth, moving with a sense of urgency that reveals his desire to ensure you’re clean and comfortable. His hands are gentle yet firm as he tends to you, and you can see the care etched into his features, the way his brow furrows slightly as he focuses on your needs. He rushes through the aftercare, not because he doesn’t care, but because the coldness of the space without you pressed against him feels almost unbearable. You watch him, a warmth blooming in your chest as you realize just how much he values this closeness.
Once the cloth is tossed aside, he shimmies beneath your pretty pink sheets, his body instinctively pulling you closer into him, as if he’s afraid to let go. The sheets are soft against your skin, their gentle fabric caressing you as you find yourself enveloped in his warmth. The scent of him—a comforting mix of musk, soap, and the faint hint of sweat—surrounds you, wrapping around you like a comforting blanket. He sighs deeply, a sound filled with contentment, and you can feel the tension of the night dissipating between you, replaced by a serene sense of peace.
You look up at him, a gentle smile breaking across your face, your heart swelling with joy. “Thinking about how Robin is going to react?” you tease, your voice light and playful, the humor of the moment cutting through the intimacy like a delicate thread, grounding you both in the reality of your relationship.
He chuckles, the sound rich and deep, echoing through the quiet of the room. “She might book a wedding venue,” he replies, his eyes sparkling with mischief and affection. The thought lingers in the air between you, a mixture of humor and the undeniable truth of what this moment signifies for both of you.
A/N: Thoughts? Comments? Requests?
! This is fan fiction.
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!!! I sincerely apologize if this is fucked. I didn't proofread it and I have no intent to because ✨ i'm lazy ✨
Tags: @joeyfranchise
❝ pretty little thing, j. burrow. ❞ ┉
⁎⠀┉⠀summary: it is a rare quiet morning for you and joe. while you plan to sleep in and take it easy, your husband has other more active plans.
⁎⠀┉⠀author's note: my first joe fic, everybody cheer!! i did not plan for it to be this long but she's fresh, she's cute, i like her. i hope you all like it <333 requests are open for headcanons, texts, blurbs, fics, etc.
⁎⠀┉⠀warnings: smut, please do not interact with my work if you are under 18. language, sexual content, cunnilingus, unprotected sex, penetration, very slight praise kink, fingering, joe is pussy drunk fr fr.
⁎⠀┉⠀pairing: joe burrow x black!wife!reader.
⁎⠀┉⠀word count: 6.7k.
You stirred in the bed, the morning light creeping through the blinds. The soft hum of the city outside barely registered in your sleep-laden ears. The bed shifted as Joe's arm snaked around your waist, gently pulling you closer. "Morning, beautiful," he murmured, his breath warm against your neck.
Your eyes fluttered open to meet his playful gaze. "Mornin'," you mumbled, still clinging to the last vestiges of sleep.
Joe leaned in, kissing you gently. "No meetings today?"
You yawned, stretching languidly. "Nope, not a single one."
Joe's grin grew wolfish. "Perfect," he said, his hand sliding down to your thigh. His voice was low, his eyes dark with desire.
You giggled, swatting at him playfully. "What are you doing, you hornball?"
Joe's grin only grew wider. "What does it look like I'm doing?" he replied, his hand continuing its journey under the covers.
You rolled your eyes but couldn't hide your smile. "It's barely seven in the morning, Joe."
"Exactly," Joe said, his hand reaching its destination and squeezing at your ass, causing you to gasp. "We've got all day to do whatever we want."
"And what is it that you want to do?" You asked, your voice teasing as you felt his fingers dance along your skin.
Joe's eyes lit up with mischief. "I want to fuck my gorgeous wife," he said bluntly, his voice thick with lust.
You rolled your eyes again, feigned annoyance lacing your tone. "Always so romantic," you teased, even as your body responded to his touch.
"Well, it's been a while since we had a morning like this," Joe said, his hand moving between your legs, stroking you lightly. "I want to make it count."
Your giggles turned into moans as Joe's fingers found their mark, his touch sending waves of pleasure through your body as they danced over your sensitive pearl. "You're insatiable," you murmured, your manicured hands gripping the strands of his blonde hair as your lips found each other again in a heated kiss.
Your foreplay grew more intense, Joe's hand working your body with the precision of a maestro, drawing out your pleasure with every stroke. Your breath hitched as his thumb circled your clit, your legs trembling against his muscular thigh. You could feel him growing hard against you, his arousal pressing into your side.
"Fuck me, Joe," you whispered, your voice needy as the ache between your legs grew.
With a low growl, Joe complied, rolling you onto your back and positioning himself above you. He kissed you deeply, his tongue tangling with yours, as he entered you in one smooth thrust. You arched your back, your nails digging into the bed sheets as Joe began to move. He was rough and unrelenting, your bodies slapping together in a rhythm that filled the room with the sound of passion.
Joe's eyes never left yours, the intensity of his gaze matching the force of his movements. "You're so fucking tight," he murmured, his voice strained with effort. "I can't get enough of you."
Your eyes rolled back in your head as Joe's words sent a jolt of pleasure through you. "You talk too much," you gasped, your own voice laced with desire.
Joe chuckled, the sound rumbling through his chest. "Oh, I'm just getting started," he said, leaning down to nip at your earlobe. He knew exactly how to push your buttons, how to make you crazy with want. His hips slammed into yours, the headboard knocking against the wall in a steady beat that echoed your passion.
You wrapped your legs around Joe's waist, pulling him deeper, urging him faster. You were wet and ready for him, your body responding to his every touch like a finely tuned instrument. He groaned, the sound vibrating through you as he picked up the pace, your bodies moving in a symphony of need.
Your lovemaking was raw and uninhibited, a dance you'd perfected over the years. You knew each other's bodies so well, every curve and dip, every sensitive spot that could send the other spiraling over the edge. As Joe thrust into you, your eyes locked, a silent communication passing between you that was as intimate as your joined bodies.
“Come on, baby, take this dick,” Joe urged, his voice gruff with desire as he pumped into you with a fervor that left you gasping for air. You could feel the tension building within you, your core tightening around him with every powerful stroke. The bed creaked in protest under your combined weight, the sound melding with your moans and gasps.
“You’re going to make me come, Joey,” you panted, your eyes glazed with passion.
“That’s the plan,” he replied with a wicked smile, increasing his pace. He watched your chest rise and fall rapidly, your breaths growing shallower with each thrust.
Your walls tightened around him, your moans turning into a high-pitched whine. Her nails dug into his back, leaving trails of fire on his skin. The sight of your pleasure, the feel of your body clamping down on his, was too much for Joe to resist. He bit his lip, fighting to hold back his own climax. But as your cries grew louder, he lost all control, driving into you with a fierce growl.
“Shit, baby.” Joe groaned as his climax neared, his hips moving erratically. He felt your body tense, your legs quivering around him. “You gonna come for me?” he asked, his voice thick with passion.
“Fuck yes, Joe, I’m coming!” Your moans only served to push Joe further into his trance. “Wanna come for you,” you whined into his ear.
“You’re gonna come on my cock, be a good girl for me, aren’t you baby?” Joe whispered, his eyes gleaming as he watched the ecstasy play out on your face. You nodded, your breaths coming in short pants, your eyes fluttering closed.
The tension between you grew palpable, until finally, your back arched off the bed with a scream of pleasure. Joe’s eyes rolled back in his head as he felt you tighten around him, your muscles pulsing in a delicious rhythm that sent him hurtling over the edge. He filled you with his seed, your bodies shuddering in unison as you reached your peak.
You lay there for a moment, panting and spent, your hearts racing in sync. Joe’s chest heaved with the exertion, his body slick with sweat, as he collapsed onto yours, his weight pressing you into the mattress. You wrapped your arms around him, holding him close, savoring the feeling of his warmth against your skin.
"I love you," Joe murmured, kissing your neck softly.
"I love you too," you whispered, your voice still trembling from your orgasm.
As you lay there, Joe’s mind drifted to his morning routine, his thoughts of a hard workout fighting against the post-coital bliss. He propped himself up on his elbow, looking down at you. "You coming to the gym with me?"
You groaned, playing coy. "After that performance, I might need a nap first."
Joe chuckled, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "Come on," he said, kissing the tip of your nose. "It'll do you good."
You sighed dramatically, but the twinkle in your eye gave you away. "Fine, but you're carrying me there."
With a smirk, Joe didn't need further prompting. He hoisted you over his shoulder in a fireman's carry, your squeals of surprise turning into laughter. Her long coils cascaded down his back as he marched towards your closet, his bare feet cold against the hardwood floor. You playfully slapped at his backside, trying to wriggle free, but his grip was firm.
"You're not getting out of this," he said, his voice filled with good-natured determination.
"Put me down, Joe," you giggled, your cheek pressed against his shoulder as you attempted to squirm away.
"Nope, you said you'd come with me, so you're coming," Joe said with a smug grin, his muscles flexing as he set you down in the walk-in closet, turning to find your workout gear.
You rolled your eyes, but you couldn't deny the thrill of excitement that shot through you. It had been too long since you'd had the energy to keep up with Joe's intense workout routines. You watched him rummage through your neatly organized space, his toned ass on full display in his boxer briefs. Despite your protests, you felt a familiar stirring of excitement.
He pulled out matching sets of black workout clothes, tossing yours onto the bed. "You can thank me later," he said, a knowing smirk playing on his lips.
With a mock pout, you slipped into your gear, your curves hugged tightly by the spandex. You had to admit, it felt good to be out of your business attire and into something that allowed you to move freely. Joe couldn't help but steal glances at you as you made your way to the home gym. You caught him looking and shot him a playful glare, which only made him grin wider.
Once in the gym, Joe turned on his workout playlist, the bass-heavy beats filling the space and setting the mood. You warmed up together, stretching your muscles in a tug of flexibility and strength. You couldn't help but feel a sense of pride as you watched Joe move with such grace and power. He'd always been fit, but his dedication to his career had sculpted him into something truly awe-inspiring.
You began your workout, Joe lifting weights that seemed impossibly heavy while you hit the treadmill. Despite your initial hesitation, you found that your body was responding well to the exertion. You pushed yourself, the endorphins flooding your system as you picked up speed, feeling the burn in your legs. The scent of sweat and effort filled the air, a heady mix that was oddly intoxicating.
Joe caught your eye from across the room, his own workout taking on a more intense edge. You were both so focused on your routines, yet couldn't help but steal glances at each other. The way your breasts bounced with each step on the treadmill, the way Joe's biceps bulged with every curl. You were both aware of the effect you had on each other, the sexual tension building again as the minutes ticked by.
You stepped off the treadmill, your body glistening with sweat. You grabbed a towel from the rack and wiped your face, watching Joe from the corner of your eye. He was doing lunges now, his thighs flexing with each powerful movement. You couldn't help but lick your lips, remembering how those same muscles had felt under your fingertips earlier.
"You okay over there?" Joe called out, a smirk playing on his lips as he caught you ogling him.
You laughed, snapping out of your daze. "Fine, just admiring the view," you said with a wink, grabbing a set of dumbbells.
Joe's smirk grew into a full-blown grin. "Keep that up, and I might have to show you some more of the view," he teased, not missing a beat in his lunges.
You rolled your eyes, but the heat in your cheeks gave you away. You began your dumbbell routine, the clanking of the weights a metronome to the pounding bass of Joe's playlist. You worked out in tandem, your movements synchronized despite the different exercises. Joe couldn't help but admire your dedication, and the way you pushed yourself despite your initial protests. You'd always been strong, not just physically, but mentally as well. Her resilience was one of the things that had first drawn him to you all those years ago.
The air grew thick with your exertion, the scent of sweat and pheromones a potent cocktail that only added to the tension. As Joe moved to the bench press, he watched your ass dip as you did squats, your toned muscles flexing with each descent. His eyes traced the lines of your body, memorizing every curve, every inch. It was all he could do to focus on his own workout, his thoughts wandering to the delicious ways he'd like to explore your body again once you were done.
You felt his gaze on you, and you couldn't help but push yourself harder, a smirk playing on your lips as you caught his reflection in the floor-to-ceiling mirrors. You knew exactly what he was thinking, and it only served to stoke the fire within you. You'd always had a bit of an exhibitionist streak, and the idea of Joe watching you, wanting you, was incredibly arousing.
You pushed through your routines, the room echoing with the sound of your breaths and the clank of metal. Your muscles began to burn, but you didn't stop, your eyes never leaving Joe's reflection. You could see his own workout was taking its toll on him, his face a mask of concentration and effort. Yet, you knew he was just as aware of you as you were of him. It was a silent game of seduction played out amidst the grunts and groans of exertion.
As Joe finished his last set of bench presses, he looked over at you, who was now doing some ab work. Her stomach muscles rippled as you worked through the last of your crunches. With the final crunch, you sat up, catching Joe's eye and sticking your tongue out playfully. He chuckled, feeling the blood rush to his cheeks. You'd always had this playful, competitive streak in your relationship, and it was clear you was enjoying pushing his buttons as much as he enjoyed pushing yours.
You decided to take a quick break, chugging water and wiping the sweat from your faces. You couldn't help but lean into Joe's side, feeling the heat of his body against yours. He wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you in tightly. "Shower?” he suggested, his voice low and filled with promise.
Your eyes sparkled with mischief. "Race you," you said, taking off at a sprint towards the bathroom. Joe chuckled, following close behind. You stumbled into the shower, your laughter echoing off the tiles as you both struggled to get the temperature just right. The water cascaded down your bodies, washing away the grime of your workout and leaving you gleaming.
Under the spray, Joe's hands found your body, his touch gentle, cherishing the casual intimacy as the warm water hit your skin. You leaned into him, your head tilting back to allow the water to run down your neck and over your breasts. The shower was a cocoon of steam and sensuality as you took turns washing each other, your eyes locked, smiles playing on your lips.
“Alright, what’s going on up there?” You asked as you looked at Joe, your eyes twinkling with loving concern, and his eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “You’ve been avoiding having any real conversation all morning, Joe.” Her voice was soft, not accusatory, just curious.
Joe sighed, his shoulders slumping slightly as he leaned against the shower wall. The hot water beat down on his broad back, the steam obscuring the tension in his face. There was no point in hiding his thoughts from his wife. You knew him better than anyone else, and you’d be the first to call him out on his mood swings. You knew exactly what made him tick.
"It's the team," Joe began, his voice echoing off the tiles. "We're playing like shit." He paused, his eyes closing briefly as the warm spray washed over his face. "The defense is a joke, and the coaching...it's just not there."
Your eyes softened, and you reached out to gently rub his chest. You knew how much the game meant to him, how much he put into it. "You're doing everything you can, Joe," you reassured him, your voice soothing. "Everyone can see that you're playing out of your mind. best QB rating in the league, over 80% completion, anyone with a brain knows you’re not the problem Joe.”
Joe leaned into your touch, his eyes still closed. "It's just...frustrating," he admitted. "I feel like I'm carrying the whole team on my back."
Your hand stilled on his chest, your expression serious. "You know I'm here for you, right?" you said, your voice steady. "Through all of it."
Joe's eyes snapped open, meeting yours. "I do," he said, his voice thick with emotion. "And I'm sorry for taking it out on you. I know I’m a dickhead sometimes with my moods. It’s just hard not to let it get to me."
"You are a dickhead sometimes," You teased lightly, your fingers tracing the contours of Joe's abs, eliciting a chuckle from him. "But, unfortunately, I love you for it. I love seeing how passionate you are about your work.”
The warm water cascaded over you, mixing with your laughter as Joe leaned in to kiss you. It was a gentle kiss, one that spoke of your deep connection and understanding. It was moments like these that made you realize how much you'd missed in your usually hectic lives. You pulled away slightly, your gaze searching his.
"Thank you," Joe murmured, his eyes meeting yours with a rare vulnerability. "For everything."
You nodded, your thumb tracing the line of his jaw. "Always," you said softly. “I’d do anything just to see you at peace. You know that."
Joe's arms tightened around you, his eyes searching yours. "I know," he murmured. "You’ve stuck by me through everything, even when I didn’t deserve it." He leaned in to kiss you again, his hand sliding down to cup your waist, pulling you closer against him.
“From the minute I touched down at LSU, you were there, pushing me to be better, supporting me when I doubted myself,” Joe said, his eyes filled with gratitude. “You’ve been my rock through all the shit, babe.”
Her own eyes misted over, you leaned into him. “And you were there for me when I needed it most,” you whispered. “When my whole world was falling apart.”
Joe nodded, remembering your darkest days, post-surgery. The pain, the doubt, the fear that you’d never play your sport again. He’d held your hand through it all, encouraging you to keep pushing, to find a new passion. And you had, in him and in the success of his football career.
You stood there, bodies entwined, the water beating down on your skin, sharing a moment of quiet understanding. It was in these moments that you felt closest, stripped of your public personas and your individual ambitions, just two people in love.
"You know," you began, your voice still soft, "You could always talk to someone about it. Maybe it's time to have a sit-down with the coaches?"
Joe sighed, his eyes closing briefly. "It's complicated," he said. "I don't want to be the guy who throws the team under the bus."
You nodded, understanding his dilemma. "But Joe, you're not throwing anyone under the bus," you said, your voice firm. "You're expressing your frustration, and that's okay. It's not about blame, it's about finding a solution."
Joe looked at you, his gaze intense. "I just want to win," he admitted. "For the team, for the city, for us."
"I know," you said, your voice soothing. "But you can't carry the weight of everyone's expectations on your shoulders. It's not fair to you when you’re playing your ass off and they can’t give you some help."
Joe nodded, his grip on you tightening slightly. He knew you were right, but it was hard to let go of the pressure he felt. "I'll talk to them," he said, his voice a little defeated. "But I can't promise anything."
You leaned up to kiss his neck, your teeth grazing his skin. "That's all I'm asking, baby," you murmured. "Just talk to them. Maybe it'll help."
Joe nodded, his resolve strengthening as your lips moved down his body. He knew you were right. He couldn't keep carrying the weight of the team's failures on his own. He had to trust that his voice would be heard and that changes could be made.
You stepped out of the shower, the cool air a stark contrast to the steamy warmth you'd just shared. You reached for a towel, wrapping it around your body and releasing your hair from its confines underneath your shower cap. As Joe toweled off, he couldn't help but appreciate the artistry of your singular tattoo, the way it danced over your muscles as you moved. It was a constant reminder of the fierce strength that lay beneath your softness.
"Come on," he said, taking your hand. "Let's get dressed and order some breakfast. I'm starving."
You couldn't help but laugh. "Fine, but no more distractions," you warned, swatting him playfully on the ass.
"Scout's honor," Joe said with a grin, his eyes lighting up mischievously.
In the bedroom, you quickly dried off and threw on your clothes, your bodies still humming with energy from your workout and the passionate kiss you'd shared in the shower. Your mind wandered to the kitchen, picturing the ingredients you had in mind for a hearty breakfast to fuel Joe for the day ahead. Heading downstairs, you felt a thrill of excitement at the prospect of cooking for him. It was a small gesture, but one that you knew meant a lot to Joe, especially when his days were packed with practice and meetings.
Joe followed you, his eyes tracing the way your hips swayed in the oversized LSU Football shirt. Despite his earlier promise to behave, he couldn't resist slipping his hand under the fabric to squeeze your ass as you walked in front of him. You shot him a glare over your shoulder, but your smile gave away your amusement. You knew he was just teasing you, trying to get a rise out of you. It was a dance you'd been doing for years, and you found it both infuriating and endearing.
“Instead of ordering, let me cook for you today," you offered as you descended the stairs, the plush carpet cushioning your bare feet. "It's been too long since I've had the chance to take care of you."
Joe's eyes lit up. "You don't have to, babe," he protested weakly, knowing full well that he'd lost that battle the moment you'd suggested it.
"I know," you said with a smirk. "But I want to make sure my man eats good. You give it to me so good, I wanna reward you. Now sit down, I'll handle it," you instructed as you pushed him onto one of the high-backed chairs at the kitchen island.
Joe obeyed, watching as you tied your hair back in a messy bun, revealing the nape of your neck. He found himself craving another taste of you, but he knew he had to be good for now. He leaned back, his eyes tracing the curves of your body as you moved around the kitchen, pulling out pans and ingredients with the ease of a seasoned chef. The sound of sizzling bacon filled the air, and his stomach growled in anticipation.
You began to prep a feast fit for a king. You whipped up eggs, topped with cheese and chives, crispy bacon, and a side of avocado toast. You knew Joe's diet was strict, but today was a day for indulgence. Plus, you knew he had earned it.
“Ja’Marr’s been complaining about that dinner we had to reschedule last week, says you owe him a home-cooked meal next home game,” Joe said, scrolling through his phone. He watched your expression as you cracked eggs into the sizzling pan, your brows furrowing slightly in concentration.
You chuckled. “Tell him to wait his turn. I’ve got my hands full cooking for one hornball Bengal today. I don’t need another one begging me for food,” you teased, flipping the eggs with a practiced flick of your wrist. “Matter of fact, tell him to bring his child next time he wants to eat my food. Maybe he’ll learn some manners from his son.”
Joe’s laugh echoed through the kitchen, his eyes never leaving his wife as you worked your magic. You had always been so fiery, so full of passion and sass. It was one of the things he loved most about you. “You’re gonna have to text him that yourself, babe,” Joe said, holding up his phone. “But maybe save the hornball comment for when we’re alone. I don’t need to hear it from him all week at practice.”
You rolled your eyes, but you couldn’t help the smile that played on your lips. You grabbed your phone from the counter and shot a quick text to your friend. “Consider it done,” you said, setting the phone aside to focus on the meal. The kitchen was alive with the sounds of sizzling bacon and the occasional clang of a pan. The smell of breakfast filled the room, a comforting aroma that seemed to melt away the last of Joe’s tension.
As you moved around the kitchen, Joe’s eyes followed you, taking in every movement, every curve. Her body was a testament to your dedication to maintaining your health, your strength and grace evident even in the simple act of cooking. He felt himself growing hard again, his body eager to claim you once more.
"I swear, if you don't stop looking at me like that, this breakfast is going to be ruined," you warned, tossing a piece of bacon at him. He caught it with a grin, popping it into his mouth and chewing slowly, his eyes still glued to you.
Joe couldn’t resist. He slid off the chair and approached you, his bare feet silent on the cool kitchen tiles. His hands slid around your waist, pulling you back against him. You giggled, trying to shoo him away with the spatula, but your protests were weak.
"Joseph," you scolded, but your voice was playful, not stern. You could feel his arousal pressing into your backside, and you had to admit, it was tempting.
"Come on, honey," Joe murmured, his breath hot against your neck. "Just a little taste," he begged, nibbling at your ear.
Your resolve wavered. You could feel his hands roaming over your hips, his fingers inching closer to the apex of your thighs. "Joe," you warned, your voice laced with amusement. "I'm trying to do something for you."
"And I'm trying to do something for you," he murmured, his voice dropping an octave. He pressed closer, his erection nudging against your backside. "Let me just return the favor."
You felt the heat pool in your belly, the flames of desire flickering back to life. "Baby," you warned again, this time with a hint of a whine.
Joe chuckled, his grip tightening as he kissed your neck. "Please," he whispered, his breath tickling your skin.
You tried to resist, but Joe's hands were already working your magic. He reached around and cupped your breasts, his thumbs circling your hardened nipples. You gasped, dropping the spatula as you leaned back into him. He took that as the invitation it was meant to be and ground his hips against yours, his length pressing into you. "See?" he murmured, his teeth grazing your ear. "I know exactly what you need."
Your body betrayed you, arching into his touch. "You're so annoying," you managed to say, but your voice was thick with need.
Joe chuckled, his hands sliding down your body until they found the hem of your, or rather his, t-shirt. He began to lift it, his knuckles brushing against your bare skin as he revealed your stomach. You squirmed, trying to focus on cooking, but it was a futile effort. His touch was intoxicating, his presence overwhelming.
"Joe," you said, your voice a breathy whisper. "The food."
"Fuck the food," he growled, his hands continuing to lift the shirt from your body. He tossed it aside, revealing your bare breasts and a black g-string he didn’t recognize. His cock twitched with approval. "What’s this? New lingerie for me?"
You turned in his arms, your own desire flaring up at his words. You pushed him back playfully, your eyes dark with passion. "If you want to eat, you'll let me cook," you said, your voice a seductive purr.
Joe's smile didn’t reach his full expression. His blue eyes darkened as he took in the sight of his darling wife, half-dressed and flushed with arousal. He stepped back into his position behind you, giving your ass a firm spank before squeezing a toned cheek in his large hand. Your head fell forward with a gasp as you tried to compose yourself, a moan slipping past your lips involuntarily at the sudden roughness.
If he heard your challenge, he paid it no mind. Hand coming up once more to deliver another smack to your ass, he watched the flesh jiggle before bending down to kiss the tender spot he’d just abused. His tongue darted out to taste your skin, sending shivers down your spine. Your breath hitched, the heat between you palpable as Joe’s hands wandered further down, his fingertips tracing the damp fabric that barely covered your sex.
“We can multitask,” Joe murmured against your skin, his teeth grazing the sensitive spot where his hand last made contact with your ass. His fingertips danced over the fabric of your underwear, teasing the entrance to your warmth.
Your hands tightened around the handle of the spatula as you bit back a moan. "Joe," you protested again, though your voice was less steady this time. You knew he could feel you tremble against him, could see the way your pussy was already growing wet. You tried to push him away, but your legs felt like jelly, your resolve dissolving with every touch.
"Cut the stove off," Joe said, his voice a low growl. "I'm gonna have to eat something else." His hand slipped the g-string to the side, his fingers finding your slick folds. Your knees nearly buckled as he began to circle your entrance, your eyes fluttering shut. You knew you had lost.
Her hands scrambled to turn the stove off, the sizzle of the bacon fading into the background as Joe’s touch grew more insistent. He didn’t wait for permission, sliding the panties down with a groan of appreciation that echoed through the kitchen. Her slick heat was all he could think about, all he wanted to taste. He dropped to his knees behind you, his eyes feasting on your bare ass and the smell of the glistening pussy he could already see fluttering with desire.
“Put your knee on the counter,” Joe whispered, his breath hot against your skin. You looked over your shoulder, your eyes meeting his intense gaze before you complied, your heart racing. You knew where this was heading and you couldn’t wait.
Joe swore to himself as he watched your pussy spread for him. Your hands grasped at the counter for balance as your pussy continued to flutter with anticipation. He hummed in appreciation as his strong hands gripped your ass, pulling you even further apart. His tongue flicked out, tasting the sweetness of your arousal as you gasped, your body taut with need. He took his time, savoring the moment, exploring every inch of you with his mouth.
You couldn’t help but lean further over the counter. Her pretty little pussy was on full display to him, almost begging for his mouth. Joe took full advantage, burying his face in your wetness. He sucked eagerly at your clit while one of his thumbs circled your entrance, sending waves of pleasure through your body. Your moans grew louder, echoing through the kitchen as you lost yourself in the sensation. Her hand reached back to grip his hair, pulling him closer, silently demanding more.
Joe was more than happy to oblige. His tongue delved into you, tasting you deep, feeling your muscles tighten around his thumb. Your hips began to rock back into him, your moans turning into cries of pleasure. You were so close, so beautifully close to the edge, and Joe could feel his dick throb with the anticipation of watching you fall over the edge. He picked up the pace, his tongue flicking faster against your clit, his thumb pressing deeper into you.
Your legs began to wobble as the intensity grew, your knuckles turning white as you clutched the counter. "Baby," you gasped, your voice strained. "You’re so good."
Joe groaned in response, his mouth never leaving you as he felt your orgasm building. He knew your body like the back of his hand, knew exactly how to push your buttons, how to make you scream his name. And scream you did, your body convulsing as you came, your juices flooding his mouth. He drank you in, loving the taste of you, loving the way you felt as you lost control.
When you finally went still, panting and trembling, Joe stood, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "Fuck, you taste good," he murmured, his voice gruff with desire.
You turned to face him, your eyes glazed over with satisfaction. "Are you going to let me cook now?" you asked, though the playfulness in your tone suggested you didn't really mind the interruption.
“Nope. I need you to squirt that goodness all over me again, baby,” Joe said, his eyes glinting with mischief as he stepped closer to you, his own length straining against his sweatpants.
You couldn’t help but laugh, shaking your head at his audacity. But as he stepped closer, you felt your resolve melt away like butter in the pan. You leaned back against the counter, your body still humming from your orgasm. Joe stepped between your legs, his erection pressing against your stomach as he kissed you deeply. He gently lifted you up onto the counter, laying you back as his hands drew your long legs to rest on his broad shoulders.
He slid your thighs apart, revealing your glistening pussy to his hungry gaze. His cock throbbed in anticipation as he leaned in to kiss you again, his tongue delving into your mouth. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer, your hips raising to meet his as he rubbed his clothes cock against your wet folds.
With a groan, Joe reached into his sweatpants and freed his erection, the tip already slick with pre-cum. He positioned himself at your entrance, his eyes glued to your pussy. You nodded, your breath coming in ragged pants as you gave him the unspoken permission he needed. With one swift movement, he slid into you, filling you completely. You both gasped as your bodies connected, the heat and friction setting off sparks that seemed to light up the kitchen.
“Fuck, baby, you’re so wet for me,” Joe growled, his voice thick with need as he began to move, his cock sliding in and out of you with ease. Your eyes rolled back in your head, your hands reaching for your breasts to pinch and squeeze your nipples as Joe’s rhythm grew more intense. You could feel your orgasm building again, the sensation coiling in your belly like a tight spring.
Joe’s grip on your thighs tightened, his hips moving faster, the slap of your bodies filling the kitchen. He leaned down to whisper dirty words in your ear, his breath hot and ragged, his eyes never leaving yours. "You like that, don’t you? Being fucked like this?"
“Yes, baby, yes,” you moaned, your eyes fluttering closed as Joe’s cock filled you completely, his strokes hitting all the right spots. You felt your climax approaching, your body tightening around him like a vice. “Fuck me.”
Joe’s eyes darkened at your words, his pace quickening as he pounded into you. He could feel your pussy grip him, your walls pulsing with each thrust. The sight of you spread out before him, your legs trembling with pleasure, was almost too much to handle. He leaned in to kiss your neck, his teeth grazing your sensitive skin as he whispered more dirty words into your ear.
“Come for me, baby,” Joe urged, his voice strained with his own need. His strokes grew faster, more erratic, as he felt himself approaching the brink. “I wanna feel you come around me again."
Your eyes snapped open, your gaze locking onto Joe’s. You could feel the tension in his arms, the way his muscles flexed with each thrust. You knew he was close, and that knowledge only served to push you closer to the edge. With a cry, you shattered, your pussy clamping down on Joe’s cock as waves of pleasure crashed through you.
Joe groaned, his eyes squeezed shut as he felt your orgasm wash over him. He didn’t hold back, giving in to his own need as he thrust into you one final time, his cock pulsing with his release. You held onto each other for a moment, your breathing ragged, your bodies slick with sweat and desire.
Finally, Joe pulled out, his cock glistening with your combined juices. He stepped back, his eyes raking over your flushed body, still sprawled out on the kitchen counter. He couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride at the sight of you, so beautifully wrecked by his touch. "Fuck," he murmured, his voice filled with awe. “You’re so sexy when you come like that, babe."
You couldn’t help the smug smile that curved your lips as you watched Joe try to compose himself. You knew you looked a mess, your hair sticking to your face, your body flushed and trembling, but you felt alive, more alive than you had in a long time.
"You think so?" you asked, your voice teasing. "Maybe I should just stay like this all day."
Joe chuckled, shaking his head as he stepped closer to you. "As tempting as that is, we both know we’d never get anything done if you stayed naked all day," he said, his eyes traveling over your body with a mix of admiration and desire. He reached for your hand, helping you hop off the counter. "But I'm not saying we can't revisit the idea another day.”
You couldn’t help but laugh at that, your body still humming with the aftershocks of your orgasm. "Maybe next time, you can actually let me cook breakfast," you said, though the smile on your face suggested you didn’t mind the detour.
Joe leaned in for a kiss, his lips capturing yours in a passionate embrace. "Deal," he murmured against your mouth. "But only if you promise to let me eat you out again."
Your cheeks flushed, a giggle escaping you as you swatted his shoulder. "You're so horny all the time," you accused, though the spark in your eyes suggested you liked it.
"Can you blame me?" Joe retorted, his gaze roving over your naked body with a hunger that hadn’t been sated. "Look at you”
You rolled your eyes, but you couldn’t keep the smile from your lips as you bent down to pick up your discarded underwear. "You're so annoying," you teased, tossing the garment at him.
Joe caught it in midair, holding it up with a grin. "But you love it," he said, stepping closer to you. He stepped into your space, his own body still flushed from your recent activity. "And I'll never get enough of you."
You couldn't argue with that. You stepped into him, your body fitting against his perfectly as your mouths met in a kiss that was as sweet as it was passionate. You felt the heat of his body, the steady thump of his heart beneath your palm as you wrapped your arms around his neck. For a moment, the kitchen and the world outside it faded away, and all that mattered was the two of you, your love and your desire.
When you broke apart, your smile was soft, your eyes warm with affection. "Let's get cleaned up and then eat," you said, your voice still breathless. "I didn’t make this food for nothing."
Joe nodded, his eyes lingering on you for a moment longer before he turned to help you plate the food. He placed a delicate kiss on your shoulder, the warmth of his breath making you shiver. You ate at the island, You leaning into Joe’s muscular body as you stood naked together.
The scent of the crispy bacon and the eggs filled the kitchen, making your stomachs growl. You took your first bites, savoring the flavors that melded together perfectly. Despite your earlier distraction, the breakfast was heavenly, a testament to your culinary skills.