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Joe at the Laker’s game tonight!

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heres joey getting upset, also the argument between him and zac on the bench WHATS THE TEA THE GIRLS ARE FIGHTING

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enough said 🙃

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A whole year ago?!?

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GET IT TEE

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CHAPTER ONE - PUSH 2 START

synopsis: it’s a hot summer 2019 in louisiana. you’re visiting your friends who attend lsu when a certain someone approaches you at the bar.

pairing: joe burrow x black!fem!reader

genre(s): angst, fluff, smut

word count: 5.4k

content warnings: alcohol consumption, drunk sex, protected sex, unprotected sex, creampie, fingering (fem receiving), oral (fem receiving), multiple orgasms, corruption kink, possessiveness, reader is an ohio native

playlist - PUSH 2 START - tyla

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summer 2019

that summer you met each other was the hottest summer you’d ever experienced. you didn’t know what you expected when you agreed to come down to louisiana to visit your friends who attended lsu, but it wasn’t this. it was mucky and humid, your skin always sticky with sweat. and nighttime was just as oppressive. every night you tossed and turned unable to get comfortable because of the heat seeping in through a drafty window. so one night, you joined your friends on the streets of new orleans.

it was humid, your already revealing clothes clinging to your body. in one hand you held your friend’s hand as she guided you through the crowd and the other was holding a folding fan to try to quell your gradually overheating body. the club you’d ended up at was packed wall to wall. and although the air conditioner was running, it was no use.

“it’s hot like this all the time?” you asked one your friends.

“yes, but you get used to it,” she replied, waving over the bartender.

“i doubt that,” you said, still fanning yourself with the folding fan.

you were leaned against the bar when he first saw you. his eyes traced over the curves of your body in your outfit that did next to nothing to cover you up. he only saw your backside initially but when you turned around, he felt his heart flutter. you were beautiful. everything about you was beautiful, from your braided hair to your white toes. he couldn’t help but to stare. he watched as you downed two shots, lightly chuckling to himself at how your face screwed up in disgust at the taste of the liquid. ja’marr followed joe’s line of sight to look at you too.

“oh… she fine as hell,” ja’marr shouted to him over the loud music. “you just gone stare at her?” ja’marr asked.

“she’s so damn pretty,” joe told him.

“bro, you’re joe burrow! i promise she’s gonna wanna talk to you,” ja’marr encouraged him.

so he did, he walked up to you and you were even prettier up close, joe thought to himself.

“you’re so beautiful,” was the first thing that tumbled past his pink lips. he felt his face get hot with embarrassment, afraid that he might’ve scared you off.

you looked up at him, and when your eyes finally met, joe knew you were his. you were ready to tell him to leave you the fuck alone but the man in front of you was so handsome, your words got stuck in your throat. he was tall, taller than you, with the prettiest baby blue eyes you’d ever seen. you could’ve melted. he was joe. fucking. burrow. you were starstruck almost. no words came out because of how surreal this felt.

“oh shit, i’m joe by the way,” he introduced himself.

to that you swiftly replied, “i know who you are.”

you had the sweetest voice. it was soothing to him, even if you only had spoken a few words. joe studied your facial features while you tried to conjure up words. finally you choked out your name to introduce yourself to him.

“see? don’t be nervous, pretty girl. i just wanna talk,” he said, his eyes landing back on yours.

you didn’t know if it was still the heat, the alcohol, or the way you were looking at each other but your skin was hot. you felt sweat start to accumulate on your skin and any other time it would’ve pissed you off. right now however, all you were focused on was the sexy man in front of you. he was sweating a little too, his forehead covered with a thin sheen.

“can i buy you a drink?” joe asked you, pulling out his wallet before you could even blink.

“yes,” you agreed. joe felt his heart quicken when he heard your voice again.

you’d completely forgotten about your friends who you felt ripping you out of the trance you found yourself in. you came back down to earth for just a moment to talk to them.

“you okay?” they asked you in concern, making sure joe wasn’t bothering you.

“i’m fine,” you replied.

you turned your attention back to joe who was patiently waiting for you to tell him what you wanted.

“sorry,” you apologized.

“don’t be. they’re being good friends.”

for himself he ordered a beer even though he was already tipsy from the few he’d had already and for you two more tequila shots. you took them and joe watched as your face screwed up in disgust again. you looked so cute like that. alcohol was rushing through your system and whenever you were drunk, your pussy started to think for you. and right now? it was thinking about how badly you needed joe. faintly you could hear your brain trying to reason with the rest of your body but it was no use. with a new air of confidence from the alcohol, you closed the gap between you two. he smelled good, you noticed. like an expensive cologne. of course joe burrow would smell this good. he was thinking the same about you. you smelled sweet. like a flower.

“wanna dance?” you asked him.

“i’m not really a dancing typa guy,” he replied before taking a sip of his beer.

“that’s too bad. i guess i’ll just have to go shake my ass on someone else then,” you teased him. you pretended to walk away from him but he lightly grabbed your wrist before you could.

joe wasn’t joking when he’d told himself you were his now. the thought of your body pressed up against someone else’s made his jaw tick. you on the other hand were glad how well your plan worked. you prompted him to slide his hand into yours so you could drag him to the middle of the dance floor. he lifted your arm, gesturing for you to give him a three-sixty of your body.

“you like what you see?” you asked him. you pressed your chest to his again.

“you’re the sexiest girl in this room.”

you smiled at him before turning around so that your back was pressed against his chest now. you swayed your hips to the beat of the song that was playing. again he could smell your sweet smelling perfume. the way your body was rubbing against his made his head start to spin. joe was happy how dark it was because he knew if ja’marr and justin saw him like this he’d never hear the end of it.

joe leaned down to whisper in your ear, “can i touch you?”

you turned around, grabbed his hands and helped him run them over the curves of your body. he had to fight back the groan that settled in the back of his throat. you were so fucking soft. so pretty. so perfect. and you were all his now little did you know. you placed his hands on your ass that was barely covered by the skirt you decided to wear.

“i’m sorry i’m kinda sweaty,” you apologized, even though joe didn’t seem to mind.

“that’s the last thing on my mind right now, baby,” he said. he was feeling you without your help. he was gentle with you, not groping you or squeezing you.

“what’s on your mind then?” you asked, pretending to be oblivious to something you both knew was gonna happen the moment your eyes met one another’s.

“are your friends gonna be mad if you disappear for a few hours?” the blonde asked you.

“a few hours?!” you exclaimed. “my god are you trying to make me fall in love with you?” you joked with a giggle.

“that’s exactly what i’m trying to do,” joe replied. only he wasn’t joking. in fact he was deathly serious.

you smile at him before dragging him to where your friends were still hanging out at the bar. when they saw you dragging the blonde man behind you they knew what you were up to. they knew that their concerns would fall on deaf ears because of the way they saw you looking at joe the moment he approached you. but they tried anyway.

“girl i know that’s the quarterback and everything but when did you start fucking white boys?” one of them asked you.

“i’ll fuck anybody who looks good. that’s including you, you wanna join us?”

she waved off your ridiculousness before speaking again, “you need to use your fucking brain and not your pussy! you don’t know this boy!”

“baby girl…” you drunkenly giggled, placing your hands on her shoulders in a teasing way, “that’s why i’m gonna fuck him so that i can know him.”

joe chuckled from behind you and even she couldn’t hold back the snicker that came out of her mouth at your stupid ass statement. it made her cave and let you go with joe without any more of a fight. not before they all took his number down and threatened him though. you stumbled out of the club, dragging joe out onto the busy streets of new orleans.

“we gotta go back to your place because i’m visiting,” you told him.

that made joe’s heart sink in his chest when he realized he might never see you again.

“visiting? from where?” he asked, hoping it was somewhere close by so he could still see you every once in awhile.

“from ohio. so i guess we’re kinda twins,” you joked with a giggle.

“you’re from ohio?” joe asked you in surprise.

“yes,” you confirmed with a nod.

while you were bonding over your shared experiences of living in the buckeye state, the uber joe ordered to get you back to his apartment pulled up next to you. joe, being the gentleman he was, opened the door for you to get in the backseat. he climbed in after you. he looked cramped in the back seat given how tall he was. nevertheless, you scooted closer to him and glanced up at the uber driver to make sure he wasn’t looking. when you deemed it safe you began to nibble on the skin of joe’s neck. soon you were actively sucking a hickey onto the blond’s tanned skin. you took one of your hands and rubbed him over the crotch of his jeans.

“i’m gonna change your life,” you whispered to him.

he had no doubts that you were going to. in fact you already had in just the short time he’d known you. even if he never saw you again, there wouldn’t be a day his mind or heart didn’t find you in it. your hand was still rubbing over his dick through his pants. joe bit his lip to stop himself from moaning. joe looked at the driver again to make sure he wasn’t looking before he started to rub you over the fabric of your undies.

the uber came to a stop in front of his apartment building. you both thanked the driver before quickly leaving the car. you were all over him from as soon as it pulled off. and you stayed that way. kissing and touching him whenever you got the chance. the moment the door to joe’s apartment closed, he kissed you with a passion you’d never experienced. it made your head spin with so many emotions you thought you could pass out.

you guided him to the couch and pushed him down onto it. you climbed on his lap, straddling him. he grabbed your hips with a gentleness that you would handle something fragile. very slowly you began to rub yourself against him, your skirt riding up to your hips. he kissed you with that same passion he had earlier.

“does that make you feel good, baby girl?” he asked you

“yes,” you moaned out.

joe watched you on top of him, desperately rutting your hips forward because of how good it felt. joe lifted you up for a second to look at the wet spot your pussy left behind on his jeans. you whined at the sudden loss of contact.

“damn, girl. you want it that bad?” he asked

you nodded at him, thighs shaking in impatience. so joe pulled his pants down and helped you out of your skirt so you could hump against him without anything in the way. you eyed the outline of his dick through his briefs.

you drunkenly gasped, “you have a big dick.”

“what? you a virgin or something?” joe asked. he sat you back down on his lap, your pussy right on top of his hard dick.

“far from it actually. why, did you wanna deflower me?” you joked and were about to laugh but joe moved his hips and you gasped instead.

“fuck, that sounds so hot. just thinking about how i’m the first one to be inside you,” still grinding himself against you. “but it’s good that you’re not, mama. because once i fuck you, you’ll never wanna fuck anyone else.”

your pussy throbbed at just the mere thought of him inside of you. and even though you were desperate to get fucked, he still needed to earn it. you stopped moving on top of him and held his head in your hands. you kissed him only hoping yours exuded the same passion his kisses did. he held you closely against his body in a loving embrace that made you feel like the only girl in the world. you pulled away from the kiss to kiss him all over his face.

boldly, you asked: “do you eat pussy?”

“who doesn’t eat pussy?” he questioned.

“lots of people, unfortunately.”

“that’s so sad for them,” he replied. “does this mean i can eat you out?”

“i mean… you do gotta earn the privilege to put your dick in me and since you’re asking,” you joked with him. you gave him one last peck and then laid down on the couch.

joe hovered over your body, afraid to hurt you by being on top. it’s like you read his mind because you pulled him down to you by his shirt. you pressed your lips to his in something that can only be described as desperation. you made any doubts about hurting you leave his mind so that he wouldn’t hold back. first, he untied your halter top and removed it from your body. your breasts spilled out and joe swore he felt himself get even harder at the sight of them.

“you are too beautiful,” he praised you.

he kissed you from your neck all the way down to your breasts. he laid next to you on the big couch before he took one of your nipples in his mouth and began to suck on the dark brown bud. you let a stuttered moan out. he added even more pleasure when his hand found its way between your legs. he pushed your thighs apart so that he could rub your pussy over your panties. he could feel how wet you were beneath the fabric. you pushed your hips up into his hand, silently asking him for more. he let your nipple go with a pop, kissed his way back up to your neck, and whispered in your ear.

“does that feel good?” he asked.

“so fucking good,” you agreed.

tired of depriving himself of feeling your pussy, he pushed your underwear to the side and touched your very sensitive clit. you gasped when he started rubbing it. you were in absolute bliss. he started to nip at your neck, hoping he was marking you up. so everyone would know you were his.

“am i earning it?” he asked you. he pushed a finger inside of you, not being able to help the groan that escaped his throat at how perfectly you gripped around it, “your pussy is really fucking tight. you sure you’re not a virgin?” joe teased you and you playfully pushed his shoulder. he chuckled and very gently began to pump his finger in and out of you.

“don’t worry though,” he took his finger out to spread your lips open. “i’m gonna loosen you up. because if i don’t, it’s gonna fucking hurt. and i don’t wanna hurt you. i wanna make you feel good.”

he didn’t even give you a chance to respond to him before he pushed two fingers into you. he took your nipple back into his mouth to suck on it. the double stimulation made you feel as if you were on cloud nine. nobody you’ve fucked before made you feel this way.

“look at me,” joe whispered into your skin.

when your eyes met his you almost fell apart on his fingers right there. he had hearts in his eyes, it seemed like. you were sure you looked the same. the eye contact didn’t last very long though. inside of you joe curled his fingers to massage that spongy part. your eyes rolled back and you gripped joe’s wrist to make sure he didn’t pull them out.

“nobody’s ever made you feel this good, have they, baby?” joe asked using his free hand to make you look at him again. “you just needed me to come make you feel good like you deserve.”

“you’re gonna make me cum,” you said, near tears from the white hot pleasure that was taking over every sense of your body.

“i know, mama. you’re squeezing my fingers so tight,” he pointed out. your chest rose and fell in increasing speeds as your orgasm got closer. you squeezed joe’s wrist with a moan that sounded like a sob. “you gonna cum for me?”

your orgasm came crashing down like a wave. your body shook in pleasure while your pussy spasmed around his fingers. he kept fingering you through the orgasm and you clamped your thighs around his hand. he pulled his hand from between your legs to suck his fingers. your eyes fluttered closed as you basked in your post-orgasmic haze.

“you did so good,” joe praised you, kissing all over your sweaty skin. you could only hum because you were so far gone at that point. joe moved from beside you to settle himself between your legs. he laid his head on your tummy, his baby blues swirling with something you couldn’t decipher. “can i taste you?” he asked.

“yes,” you answered.

first, joe pulled his shirt over his head and then pulled your thong down your legs and pushed your thighs up to your chest, “you’re pretty everywhere,” he whispered as he stared at your glistening pussy with hungry eyes. “and i just know you taste good.”

he put his mouth on your clit and swirled his tongue around it. you were still so sensitive from your orgasm that your body jolted. he was beautifully overstimulating you. briefly, you wondered how many girls had found themselves in this same position. that thought quickly died when he took your clit between his lips and began to suck on it. you reached down to card your fingers through his hair as he pleasured you. nothing left your mouth but moans and whimpers because that’s all your brain could produce. you were too far gone now.

he sensually dragged his tongue up and down your slit, watching the way you slowly started to fall apart again just for him. he reached up to grope your breasts while he ate you out like you were the best thing he’d ever tasted. joe’s hands found your hips and pulled your pussy even closer to his mouth. you squeaked in surprise at his sudden show of strength.

“j-joe please don’t s-stop. p-please.”

he kept pleasuring you with his mouth, wanting nothing more than you cumming on his tongue. you held his head down when he started licking your clit in just the right way that was gonna make his wish come true. your breathing became labored as your second orgasm came. you started to grind against his tongue while you held him there.

“oh my fucking god! i’m gonna cum again,” you cried out almost in disbelief. this one came crashing down just as hard as the first one did, knocking the wind out of you as you gasped and shook. you rode out the rest of your orgasm on his tongue. your fingers finally untangling from his hair. you massaged his scalp instead. “i’m sorry if i hurt you.”

“you didn’t,” he assured you.

you waved him closer. joe obeyed, making his way back up your body. you pulled him in for another kiss. you could taste yourself all over his lips and tongue. he pulled away first, his forehead leaned against yours. swiftly, he removed his briefs.

“you think you can be a good girl and give me one more?” joe asked, taking off his briefs. he turned you on your side and slid behind you, your back to his front. “i need to feel you cum on my dick.”

even in your alcohol and sex induced haze, you knew you couldn’t be too reckless, “you gotta condom?” you asked him

he reached over your body to fumble through his clothes and soon he was holding the foil packet between his fingers.

“oh, you just knew you were getting pussy tonight,” you teased him.

his face flushed red, “i always carry a few around. just in case.”

joe offered the packet to you, prompting you to open it. you ripped it open with your teeth and fumbled behind you to find his dick so you could roll on the rubber. joe grabbed your wrist to guide you to where he was pressed up against your back. you craned your neck to watch as he guided your hand up and down his aching dick. he let out a few whimpers that made your pussy clench in anticipation. you pushed his hand away so you could roll the condom on. you needed him inside of you before you lost your fucking mind.

behind you, joe gently grabbed your leg and propped it up on his hip. he then ran his tip through your folds, collecting all of your cum and arousal before pushing inside of you. you both gasped, it was bliss.

“you feel so good. you’re so tight. i’m not hurting you am i?”

“no, baby. it feels good. it feels so good,” you told him, looking back at him. your eyes were locked on each other’s while he rocked his hips into you.

you realized that the two of you weren’t just fucking. you were making love. you felt it. every move the two of you made was intentional. you kissed him as his hips began to speed up. you cried out against his lips, having to pull away to catch your breath. you rested your head in the crook of his neck while you let him fuck you to another orgasm. something was missing though.

“take off the condom,” you told him breathlessly, not giving a fuck about being reckless anymore.

“what?” he asked, not sure if he heard you correctly.

“dammit,” you cursed, pulling yourself off his dick and reaching behind yourself. “i said,” you pulled the thin piece of latex off and threw it on the floor, “take off the condom.”

you bit your lip when you felt him rub his tip up and down your slit again. this time it felt ten times better without the condom in the way. he pushed inside of you, and he whimpered again. he threw his head back into the couch cushions. there was just something so hot about a grown man completely consumed by pleasure that all he could do was whimper.

“you’re the first girl i’ve fucked without a condom. and fuck, baby… you feel so good wrapped around me.”

“i’ve never done it either. so i guess you are taking my virginity.” it shouldn’t have turned him on so much to know that he was the first one to be inside of you like this. it’s how he knew you were his, and as far as joe was concerned, you always would be.

it’s like you were corrupting each other; taking each other to new places that you wouldn’t dare step into with another person. he placed his hands on your hips, bouncing you up and down. all you could do is lay there and take it. you could feel every inch of him inside of you. you understood why people hated using condoms.

“did i earn this pussy?” joe asked you, returning to sensually rolling his hips so that his tip was pressing against the spot that made your toes curl.

you nodded, slapping your hand against the couch repeatedly when he started to speed up again. you were crying—sobbing now because of how euphoric it was. you clawed at his arm that was wrapped around your middle holding you against him. joe kissed and bit at your neck, licking over the hickey that was already beginning to bloom.

“tell me, baby. tell me i earned it,” joe said into the skin of your neck.

“you earned it. you really fucking earned it, joe. i swear,” you didn’t even know what you were saying, words just toppled out of your mouth with total disregard. you craned your neck, your hand was on the back of his head to bring his face closer to yours. you maintained eye contact with him, despite how close you were to cumming.

“you are so fucking pretty. my pretty fucking girl. keep looking at me like that. fuck keep looking at me like that. fuck,” he mumbled breathlessly.

“fill me up,” you whispered to him. your eyes still met with his.

he groaned at just the thought of being the first one to cum inside of you, “d-don’t say that.”

“please? i’m on the pill, i promise. please? please, joey?” you begged him as your third orgasm of the night started to build.

joe grabbed your face firmly, squeezing your cheeks together, “y-you’re gonna—fuck—get me in trouble. y’know that?”

you nodded as much as you could despite the grip he had on your face. joe threw his head back with a desperate, whiny moan. his eyes shut tight as he did so.

“fuck, i’m gonna—.” the words died on his tongue when you felt him cumming inside of you. as he did so he pulled your body in closer to his own. the new feeling made your own orgasm crash down.

“shit. shit. shit,” you cried out right before you dug your nails into the couch cushions and let your third orgasm of the night rip through your body. you gasped and sobbed from the intensity of it, tears slipping out of your eyes and down your cheeks.

joe kissed you one last time and stayed inside of you as you both caught your breaths. eventually joe pulled out, you whimpered from both the sensitivity and the emptiness. he rolled you over on your back, crawled between your thighs, and stared in awe at the creamy white liquid that was dripping out of you. he grabbed your arms to help you sit up.

“are you alright?” he asked

“yes,” you replied simply.

“you did so good,” he praised you.

joe lifted you into his lap so he could hold your still trembling body. you cuddled into him, the world around you beginning to fade. the shriek of your phone jolted you back awake. you bent over, patting the ground for your phone. you rustled through you and joe’s clothes.

“oh shit,” you whispered when you’d finally found your phone. it was 1:00 am and you had a missed call and text from your friend. you relaxed back into joe before sending her a quick message.

“let’s get you cleaned up and then you can fall asleep,” he said.

it wasn’t long before you were laying in bed with him, almost completely asleep. you were thoroughly fucked, still halfway drunk, and exhausted.

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when you fluttered your eyes open the next morning, the first thing you were met with was a banging headache. you blinked a few more times to clear your vision only to realize you weren’t with your friends at their apartment. you looked over at the sleeping man next to you and everything that happened last night came flooding back. tequila was dangerous. you knew that. and yet you fell into its trap time and time again. this time though, it proved to be a good thing. joe’s arm was draped over you, probably his way of making you stay put. you tried to slide from underneath it but in his slumber he just pulled you closer.

“whatever,” you grumbled.

you reached for your phone to call one of your friends. she answered almost as soon as you called.

“are you in bed with him?!” she gasped when she saw his sleeping figure behind you. “oh, he must’ve fucked you real good. didn’t know a white boy would have it in him.”

you looked behind you to make sure he was still sleeping before replying, “i had three orgasms! three! you can barely get one these days and he gave me three.”

“oh shit…” she trailed, pensively. “maybe i need to fuck a white boy too.”

“i’m hanging up now,” you announced, promptly pressing the red button to end the facetime call.

once again you tried to finagle your way from underneath his arm and this time it also proved to be pointless. he pulled you even closer. you gave up, opting to lay there in his arms until he woke up. you turned to face him so you could study his features while he slept. to your relief, he was just as handsome in your sobriety as he was in your drunkenness. he was damn near perfect, but even though you were enamored by him you knew better than to think a man was without faults. some minutes ticked by and joe finally opened his eyes, catching you staring at him.

“what a pretty face to wake up to,” he said, voice still groggy from sleep. he stroked your cheek with his thumb, feeling himself falling deeply in love with you. “how do you feel this morning?”

“hungover,” you answered.

“i’m sure. you’re the first girl i’ve seen pound back tequila shots like that. oddly, it was kinda hot,” he told you.

“i’m glad my alcoholism is attractive to you.”

he chuckled and then you both fell silent. neither of you knew what to say because you hadn’t discussed what would happen after last night’s rendezvous. you stared up at his spinning ceiling fan as you thought. joe knew what he wanted. he knew what he wanted before he even thought about having sex with you. he wanted you. you knew one of you had to speak up and say something. to spare yourself from getting hurt, you beat him to the punch.

“not to be that girl who be asking ‘what are we?’ or anything but like…what are we?” you asked, not making eye contact with him which was a stark contrast to last night. you couldn’t bear to look at him if he told you he didn’t wanna see you again after last night.

“oh, you thought i just fucked you raw and nutted inside of you while you looked into my eyes for fun?” he asked incredulously. “you’re mine now, baby. i told myself that last night.”

you looked away from the ceiling fan at him for the first time since the conversation began. usually a man’s possessiveness was an ick to you, but with joe it was different. you wanted to be his.

“you gotta ask these days. these days niggas will tell you they love you and then never talk to you again.”

“well, i can’t say that word. but i will say i’m not like other dudes,” joe replied.

you only hummed in response. you opted to leave the conversation at that. because every man says that. every man swears they’re going to be so much different than the last one just to be the same. you just hoped this time one would prove you wrong. he was right about it, though. no other man could compete with the enigma that was joe burrow. something that you were soon to find out.

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Still not over this🥹

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dear lord when I get to heaven please let me bring my man!!

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What's your favourite sexy story about JFK?

ugh another wonderful question! there are so many to choose from and probably so many good ones i can’t remember. i’d love to hear all of your favorite stories as well <3

jack’s relationship with inga arvard of course is so fascinating, and how she described him as being so eager and wild and having so much stamina 😫 and how she would write him letters about how she wished she could have his baby…and i recently read an anecdote somewhere from this actress who said he basically cornered her, backed her up against the wall, and started feeling her up in the middle of someone’s yacht…

i also think i’ve seeing people talking about how he could be very jealous and possessive and didn’t like other men talking to jackie? their relationship makes me swoon more than anything else tbh

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40-22

See Me Through You Fic

Synopsis: You and your husband watch the Super Bowl along with your best friends in NOLA

Pairing: Husband!Joe Burrow x Wife!Reader

Requested by: a gorgeous anon 😘💕

Please Do Not Repost My Content Anywhere

Seeing as Joe was doing a press run the week leading up to the Super Bowl in New Orleans, you decided that the two of you should have a party for it at your new house that Joe had surprised you with as a Christmas gift. A party that would literally only be your best friends, but still a party nonetheless. He had noticed that you were missing being in Louisiana more than usual and it had actually been in the works for him to buy it since the beginning of last year.

In order to get your input without actually telling you about it, he would show you different pictures that the designer was sending Joe and as soon as you had given him the approval, everything was a go.

This was your first time actually seeing the house in person and you immediately fell in love. There was a hallway leading to what would be considered the man cave of the house and the walls were decorated with pictures of both you and Joe at your time at LSU. Seeing this definitely made a few tears slip out that you of course blamed on your hormones being all over the place.

Ja'Marr and Justin of course wanted to see the house and essentially invited themselves over, even though they were going to be invited anyway. You had sent a quick text to Erin and Alisha to see if they were free and they of course said yes to be able to spend time with you.

Joe told you that he could order food so that the two of you didn't have to cook and he didn't want you to be on your feet for a long period of time.

Of course he was met with resistance from you since cooking was one of your many love languages the last thing he wanted was an argument to come out of it. He knew once you made up your mind about something that it was the end of the conversation. But if it was something that he was dead set on not letting go, he had no problem letting you know how he felt. But for now, he would just help you with what you decided to make and make sure you got breaks in between.

As you were making your famous chili cheese dip that you knew was going to go in less than ten minutes, Joe had just finished seasoning the wings and was about to put them in the oven.

He had come up behind you and wrapped his arms around you and placed a kiss on top of your head.

“You okay? And are my other two babies okay?” He asked and you nodded your head.

“Yes, babe. I told you that I'm fine. And they're fine too.” You replied and gave him a small smile before he gently moved you to the side to open the oven.

“As soon as we're done, you need to sit down and put your feet up so they don't swell.”

“Yes, Doctor Burrow.”

“Princess, I'm serious.”

“I know, I know and I promise I will. Just have one more thing to make and then I'll sit.” You replied as you reached up to kiss him.

“What else do you need help with so I can make this go faster?”

“They’re just cheesesteak sliders, but if you can start cutting up everything that would be helpful.”

“On it.”

When all of the food was done, Justin was already in the kitchen so you told him to come and get his plate so that way you could sit down yourself.

“Justin, it’s hot on the bottom, take the sides of it.” You told him as he was reaching for it.

“Uh huh.” He replied as he was still looking at the television and not at you.

“Don't touch the bottom. It's hot, move your hand away from it.”

Justin once again nodded and you decided since he wasn’t going to listen to just let him learn the hard way.

“Ow! DAMN, THAT’S HOT.”

“I know and I told your stupid ass two times not to touch the bottom, but you were so interested in looking at the TV instead. And you better not break my damn plate either.”

“Joe! Your wife was nicer before you got her pregnant!” Justin yelled towards him and Joe looked at him confused.

“Says who!?” Ja’Marr asked as he immediately chimed in and you gave them both a death glare.

“No, Justin, you just like to do stupid shit.” Joe shot back and Ja'Marr stifled a laugh.

“Next time I'm not cooking shit for yall. I can't even see my damn feet and they're probably swollen and I'm stressed because I'll have to probably call 911 messing with both of you. Justin, take this plate and get out my face. IMMEDIATELY.”

“But we didn't ask you to cook since I…”

“Ja’Marr keep talking and I'm going to make sure the next time I cook for you will be at your funeral.”

Ja’Marr immediately threw his hands up in defense as you went to sit down while everyone fixed their plate.

“Damn that food is about to be good as shit. Baby, can I request meatballs?” Joe asked you and you stifled a laugh.

“SERIOUSLY?” Ja’Marr asked Joe as he shrugged.

“No, Joe you got it backwards. It's funeral chicken and baby shower meatballs.” Erin told him while laughing and Ja’Marr made a face at her.

“Not you encouraging his nonsense….”

“Well Erin come through with the meatballs for our baby shower.” Joe told her and she quickly agreed.

“All you had to do was say the word. Consider it done.”

“So, no one is going to mention how my twin is planning my funeral?” Ja’Marr asked the entire room and everyone gave him a blank stare.

“No.” Everyone replied and you couldn't help but to laugh.

“She’s older and she's pregnant? Yeah, not getting into that one.”

“Some friends yall are.”

The game was just starting and Joe told you to sit down while he fixed your plate for you. He made sure you were comfortable with your multiple pregnancy pillows and put your feet up for you.

“The Eagles have one damn job and if they don't come through, I will RIOT.” Alisha said as she sat to the left of you while Erin was on your right.

“You and me both.” You told her as you turned up the volume.

It was during the second quarter when you suddenly got bored. The Chiefs were playing like they had never seen a football before in their lives and you honestly couldn't believe what you were seeing.

“Are they really serious right now?” Justin said out loud and in disbelief.

“Apparently they are.”

“I told yall that they aren't as good as everyone thinks they are. Because they are playing like straight ass.” Alisha added and everyone couldn't help but to laugh.

“Jalen is cute.” Erin said and you gave her a small smirk.

“AHT! Princess, wipe that smirk off your face!” Joe said and you held your hands up in defense.

“But I…”

“Nope, don't even try it. I saw it.”

“I only have eyes for you and you know that! Last time I checked I am pregnant with YOUR children."

"Mm hmm. Sure."

"Such a big ass baby." You quietly said, but he still heard you.

"Want to repeat that Mrs. Burrow?"

"Nope, I'm good." You replied while taking a sip of your lemonade while both Erin and Alisha laughed.

“As I was saying before, Joe rudely interrupted. Have you seen the entire team!? It's a TRAIN. And I wouldn't get off until I had a taste of the entire roster.” Alisha exclaimed, and you couldn't help but to laugh.

"Alisha, I heard that." Joe said, and she held her hands up and acted as if she didn't know what he was talking about.

“You know that there's 52 people on the roster, right?” You asked her and she immediately nodded her head.

“Like I said before, it's a train.”

Joe was on his second plate of food and focused on the game when you decided to send him a text.

Wifey- Baby, I'm bored.

Joey- You don't want to watch the game?

Wifey- Yes, but at this point I want it to be halftime. But in the meantime could you do something for me?

Joey- Of course baby. What do you need?

Wifey- For you to put your dick inside me

As soon as Joe read the text, his eyes went wide and he glanced at you with a smirk on his face as he bit his lip.

Joey- We have seven minutes until halftime

Wifey- I'm not missing Kendrick so we have to do it now

Joey- Go upstairs and I need to teach you a lesson for having a smirk on your face about that quarterback who ISN’T me

Wifey- So dramatic as usual. Just like a Sagittarius. Smh.

Joey- Just you wait until I get you alone

Once you got up, Joe was following your lead and Ja’Marr suddenly made a face at both of you.

“Where yall going?”

"Just going to the bathroom." You told him, but looked at you confused.

"And taking your husband with you?"

"Look Ja’Marr! My whole body is swollen and I can't see past my boobs!" You exclaimed as you crossed your arms and continued walking towards the stars as Joe stifled a laugh.

“Those things are going to be Z cups by the time the twins get here.” Alisha said without hesitation.

"So, you don't know where your vagina is located anymore?"

“Ja'Marr, if your twin wants to get her cheeks clapped by her husband who has clearly done it multiple times before since she's pregnant, that's her business. That's obviously where they're going.” Erin told him and he made a gagging noise.

"Bam Bam, keep talking and I will choke you.”

“Wouldn't be the first time.”

"Unless you're volunteering to wipe my ass, baby brother. By all means, come on.”

“NO! I'm good!”

“That's what I thought and that's why you need to mind your damn business.”

“You're my twin so you are my business.”

By this time, you had reached the top step and rolled your eyes before you responded to him.

“Leave me alone, Ja'Marr!”

“Never going to happen!”

As you entered your bedroom, you were attempting to walk towards the bed before Joe tugged your arm in another direction.

“If I take you on the bed, you know for a fact we'll be up here for the rest of the game and you are entirely too loud. No offense, princess.”

“Hmm, good point. Bathroom it is. And if Ja’Marr would have minded his business we would have been up here sooner! We have like 4 minutes now.”

“Then stop talking and let me take care of my wife.” Joe told you as he leaned down to kiss you.

“You don't have to tell me twice.”

As you were coming down the steps, Erin was grinning and wiggling her eyebrows at you and you instantly laughed at her.

“Nasty ass fuckers. Couldn't have even waited until we left.”

“I seriously went to the bathroom, dumbass!” You replied as you took your rightful seat in between your best friends just in time to see Kendrick come on the screen when Alisha leaned over and whispered in your ear.

“I know that white boy be turning you every way but loose.”

You tried so hard to keep a straight face but failed miserably as Ja'Marr shot you a look.

“What are you two whispering about?”

“You'll never learn, will you?” You asked and he shrugged his shoulders before turning back to the TV.

“Probably not. You know I'm nosey.”

“And no lie was told.”

It was now the third quarter when the Chiefs finally decided to score, which clearly still left everyone unimpressed.

“See that's what they asses get for making sure we didn't make it in the playoffs.” Ja’Marr muttered to your husband who quickly agreed with him.

“Look, I'm just happy that I don't have to look at Taylor Swift for four quarters.” Erin confessed with Alisha letting out a laugh.

“And her boyfriend has done absolutely nothing this entire game.” You added before getting up and sitting on Joe's lap.

You sat to the side so that you could put your head on his shoulder and your feet in Ja’Marr's lap who quickly protested.

“Why are these things on me?”

“So they don't swell. Help a pregnant lady out. And besides I fed you and you're in my house. And I just got a pedicure so leave me alone!”

“She has a point.” Joe said and he crossed his arms in response.

“My going rate for babysitting those two when they get here is 50 dollars. EACH.”

“BULLSHIT. We watch baby uno for FREE.” Joe exclaimed in response.

“Because he's a low maintenance baby! Yall kids are about to be spoiled as hell with big ass heads that look like Joe. That last sonogram picture was wild. Count on having a c-section.”

“HEY! MY HEAD IS NOT THAT BIG!”

“Keep telling yourself that, Shiesty.” Justin muttered and it took everything in you not to laugh. You turned away from Joe, but he could feel the vibration of your laugh since you were leaning against him.

“My own wife laughing about jokes about me, I see.”

“Um, pookie… have you seen your baby pictures? It's always been big.” You asked him and he turned up his nose.

“I…forget about that Birkin you wanted for Valentine’s Day.”

“Hold on! Wait! I take it back!”

“Nope. Damage is done. I'm sleeping in the guest room.”

“Okay Mr. Dramatic.”

“AYE! ANOTHER TOUCHDOWN!” Justin exclaimed as he raised his arms in excitement.

“Andy needs to whoop everybody's ass on that field.”

“I think the Eagles got him covered in that department.”

“No 3 peat is happening at this point.”

It was now the final seconds of the fourth quarter and it was now set in stone that the Eagles had won. They were interviewing Jalen when a thought popped up in your head.

"I can not believe they got their ass beat this bad. I feel like a curse has been lifted." Justin said, and you stifled a laugh.

“I expect everyone in this room that has an NFL contract to be in the super bowl next year. Do with that information what you will.” You said and all three of them looked at you.

“If the front office actually gets its shit together so we can keep everyone we need.” Joe said before rolling his eyes.

“Are we going to make bets? I think we should.”

“Sure when the regular season starts, but my husband needs to take me to Disney World after he wins. And Ja’Marr is on babysitting duty.”

“Fine, 250 dollars an hour. EACH.”

"You must be out of your damn mind." Joe told him in response as he looked at him in disbelief while you were laughing.

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walked in

summary tee and y/n share an instant, electric attraction in an exclusive bar, which leads to an intense, tension-filled night… and him falling

pairing tee higgins x fem! reader

words 9k (ish)

author’s note fingering, dirty talk. i’m in love with him your honor.

inspired by walked in, mariah the scientist (ft. young thug)

The bar was dimly lit, expensive in that effortless way that didn’t need to scream money. Some rap song played under the hum of conversation, and the scent of aged whiskey and something faintly floral lingered in the air. It was the kind of place that catered to people who never checked price tags—exclusive, intimate, the perfect backdrop for something dangerous.

Tee Higgins had just walked in, dressed in all black, his presence drawing attention without him even trying. He wasn’t in the mood for crowds tonight, wasn’t looking for conversation. His friends had dragged him out of his house that night, and he couldn’t care less about the place he was in.

But then he saw her. And his interest perked up.

She was sitting at the bar, one leg crossed over the other, nursing a glass of red wine. The deep burgundy of her dress clung to her like a second skin, covering her front, long sleeved, but leaving her back almost entirely bare, the kind of thing that invited stares.

But it wasn’t just the dress. It was her. The way she carried herself—poised but untouchable. A woman who knew exactly what she was doing.

His eyes met hers.

And just like that, the air between them thickened.

She didn’t look away. He also didn’t.

Tee wasn’t sure how long they held each other’s gaze, but he felt it—something sharp, electric crawling up his spine. He should’ve looked away by now. Any other woman would’ve, just for a second, just to break the intensity.

But she didn’t.

She held his stare, faint smirk on her lips, almost amused, like she was daring him to look away first.

His fingers flexed against the side of his glass.

Seconds passed. More seconds passed.

A slow, knowing smile tugged at the corner of her lips, as if she’d already won something he didn’t even know he was competing for. She lifted her glass to her lips without breaking eye contact, the movement smooth, effortless.

Tee exhaled, jaw tightening.

He didn’t lose staring contests. But damn if she wasn’t making him work for it.

Then, finally, she turned—just slightly, just enough to take a slow sip of her wine, dismissing him like he hadn’t just felt her pull him in without a single word. Testing him.

Tee huffed out a quiet laugh before making his way over, his friends and grumpiness long forgotten, his confidence peaking.

The bartender had just placed another glass of wine in front of her when Tee leaned against the bar, behind her, close but not touching, voice low in her ear.

“You always stare at strangers like that?” His voice was low, smooth.

She lifted her glass without looking at him. “Only when they stare first.”

Tee smirked, amused. “Fair enough.” He was taking in her strong scent, it fit her perfectly, forcing him to close his eyes briefly.

She finally turned toward him, and up close, she was even worse—no, better. Dark lashes, lips painted in a shade of dark nude gloss that matched her in every way. Everything about her was deliberate.

“What are you drinking?” he asked lowly.

She tilted her head slightly, studying him. “You offering to buy my next one?”

Tee’s lips curved. His grumpiness was long gone, his focus solely on her. He didn’t café about anything else. How could he? “Depends. You sticking around?”

Her smile was slow, teasing. “Depends.”

“Damn”, he thought. He liked this game.

She lifted her glass to her lips, and his eyes followed the movement, the way her fingers wrapped around the stem, the way her perfectly lined lips wrapped around the rim of it. He was sure she knew exactly what she was doing when she delicately swiped a drop of wine from the corner of her mouth with her manicured finger.

“You got a name?” he asked, eyes clouded.

She considered him for a beat, then leaned in slightly, just enough for him to catch another wave of her perfume—something warm, intoxicating, it felt like she would ruin his life in the best way possible.

“I do,” she murmured. “But what’s the fun in giving it up so soon?”

Tee chuckled, shaking his head. “You always this difficult?”

“Only when it’s worth it.”

He looked down at her, entranced. Their eyes locked again, and the tension between them was palpable now, a slow burn that threatened to ignite.

She set her glass down, then turned her body fully toward him, one elbow resting on the bar. Her crossed legs too close to him, who was still standing, but now in front of her. “What about you?”

“What about me?”

“You’re Tee Higgins,” she said smoothly, as if she hadn’t just been toying with him minutes ago. “Wide receiver. Cincinnati’s golden boy.”

Tee lifted a brow, a smile on the corner of his lips. “You a fan?”

She shrugged one shoulder, her smile lazy. “I know the game.”

Something about the way she said it sent heat curling low in his stomach. He absolutely loved that she knew who he was. Even more that she didn’t let him get away with it.

“You here alone?” he asked.

She didn’t answer right away. Instead, she let the silence stretch between them, like she enjoyed making him wait, eyes staring hard into his. Then, finally—

“Yes.”

His grip on his drink tightened slightly.

She leaned in again, just a little. “You?”

Tee nodded. “Yeah.”

The air between them shifted again, darker this time. Even more dangerous.

She glanced down at his hand on his glass, then back up at him, her eyes flickering with something unreadable.

“You always pick up women in bars like this?” she asked.

Tee smirked. He was loving this more than he should. “You always make men work this hard?”

She laughed, low and sweet. “Only the ones who can handle it.”

His tongue grazed his bottom lip as he exhaled, shaking his head. He was lost in her, chest heaving.

“Shit,” he muttered under his breath, looking down, one hand skimming his goatee, the other tightly gripping his drink.

She grinned. “Something wrong?”

“Yeah,” he admitted. “I think I just met my problem for the night.”

She tilted her head, considering him. “You sure it’s just for the night?”

Tee’s jaw flexed. Hard. He wasn’t. Not at all.

And from the way she was looking at him, he had a feeling she knew that, too. He had lost the contest, lost in her.

She took another sip of her wine, standing, too close to him, watching him over the rim of her glass, slow and deliberate.

Then, without warning, she leaned in close. Not enough to touch, but enough for him to feel the warmth of her breath against his skin.

“You’ve been staring all night. You gonna keep at it.. or are you gonna do something about it?”

Tee inhaled sharply.

His fingers twitched.

She didn’t move away. Didn’t blink. Her eyes kept boring into his.

The silence between them stretched so tight it could snap.

He set his drink down.

“I’m takin’ you outta here.”

A smile flickered across her lips, looking up at him. The words hung between them, thick with promise.

She didn’t hesitate. She simply slid off the small stairs of the bar, grabbed her clutch, and turned toward the exit. Tee followed right behind.

His hand found the small of her back as they stepped out into the cool Cincinnati night, the warmth of his touch searing through her dress. He didn’t dare moving his hand, consumed by her.

“Where to?” she murmured, turning to face him.

His eyes flicked all over her bare delicately tattooed back, slow and deliberate. “My place.”

Her brow lifted, teasing. “Confident, aren’t you?”

He smirked, eyes roaming her entire body. “Nah. Just don’t feel like sharing you with the city.”

A sleek black SUV pulled up. Tee opened the door, his gaze never leaving hers as she slid inside. The second the door shut, the air inside the car shifted. Thick. Heavy.

His thigh brushed against hers as he spread his legs wide, settling into the leather seat. The space felt smaller now, charged. He watched her, studied her, more like.

She let him.

Then, he leaned in, voice low, rough. "You knew what you were doing back there, didn't you?"

Her lips curled. "Back where?"

Tee chuckled, shaking his head, lips brushing her cheek, his hand pushing a strand of her hair behind her ear. "At the bar." His fingers skimmed across her bare back, down her body, finally ghosting along the hem of her dress. "Sitting there, staring me down like you wanted me to come claim you."

Her breath hitched, but she didn't look away, eyes clashing with his. "And what if I did?"

His grip on her thigh tightened, his desire growing by the second. "Then you got exactly what you wanted."

The ride to his place felt endless. The constant brush of his fingers on her thigh, every glance, every shift in his seat sent new waves of heat rolling through her.

By the time they stepped into his house, the air between them was electric.

She barely had time to take in the sleek, modern space before Tee was behind her, hands settling on her waist, breath warm against her ear.

“You been testing me all night,” he murmured, voice a deep rasp. “You like pushing me, don’t you?”

A slow smile spread its way in her lips. “Maybe. You seem to handle it well”.

He exhaled sharply, fingers tightening. “Yeah? Keep playing, see what happens.”

She turned in his grip, facing him fully. His stare was dark, full of restraint that wouldn’t last much longer.

And she loved it.

“Maybe I want to see what happens if I keep playing.” She stepped closer to him, her body fitting perfectly against his.

Tee’s gaze wandered up and down her body, his hands sliding up from her waist to her bare back, pulling her even closer. He couldn’t help but touch her, his fingers tracing a slow path up and down her skin, leaving a trail of fire in its wake.

“You don’t even know me,” he said, his voice low and rough, “and you’re this eager to test me?”

Her hands found their way to the back of his neck, fingers skimming his buzzed nape lightly. She was close enough to feel the heat radiating from him, close enough to smell the strong, woody scent of his cologne.

She pressed her body against his, relishing the feel of his strong muscles against her soft curves, “Maybe I like taking risks,” she said, smirking, her voice a soft whisper, “especially when the prize is as attractive as you.”

His hands dipped lower, fingers tracing the curve of her hips, his grip firm and possessive. He pulled her flush against him, his breathing growing shallow as he took in every detail of her body.

He leaned in, his lips hovering just a tease away from hers, his eyes full of a heady mix of desire and challenge.

“I like risks too, baby,” he murmured, one hand curling around her waist, his fingers pressing into her soft flesh, “but you’re playing with fire.”

She smirked, undeterred by the warning. “I don’t mind getting burned.” Her hands moved to his chest, fingers running along the fabric of his shirt, feeling the hard planes of muscle beneath.

She leaned in, her lips grazing the underside of his jaw, tasting the slight stubble on his chin. “Besides, I can handle a little heat.”

A low growl rumbled in Tee's chest as her lips moved against his skin, his restraint straining to its limits. His hand tightened on her waist, his fingers digging into her skin as he fought to keep control.

He turned his head, capturing her chin with his fingers, tilting her face up to meet his gaze. His eyes were dark, hungry, his voice rough as he spoke.

“Careful, baby,” he warned, his breath warm against her lips, “you keep pushing me, and I might just snap.”

She didn’t waver, her eyes locked on his, a challenge and a promise flickering within them.

“Snap?” she murmured, her voice low and sultry, “Or give me exactly what I want?”

She leaned a little closer, her breasts pressing against his chest, her fingers tracing a slow path up his shoulder to his neck.

Her lips were just a whisper away from his, her body arched against him, all but begging for him to cross that final line.

“Why not find out..?”

That was the last straw.

With a low growl, Tee grabbed her waist in a tight grip, pushing her backwards until she hit the wall behind her.

He pinned her against it, trapping her between the cold, hard surface and his hard, muscled body.

He was on her in an instant, his mouth hot and demanding as it claimed hers in a searing kiss. Her waist was still trapped in his grip, her body arching against him, chasing his mouth, completely at his mercy.

He deepened the kiss, his tongue sliding against hers, tasting, demanding. His body pressed fully against hers, his hips pinning her to the wall, his hands flying out to pin her wrists above her, his desire for her obvious and intense.

He broke the kiss, his lips trailing down her neck, nipping and licking at her skin, leaving a trail of heat in its wake.

His grip on her wrists was still tight, his thumbs rubbing small circles on her pulse point. He bit gently at a sensitive spot on her neck, earning a gasp from her. He smirked against her skin, then moved lower, his mouth finding a path down her collarbone.

His fingers released her wrists, his hands trailing down her arms, over the curve of her hips, tracing every inch of her body like he was trying to commit it to memory.

His lips continued their trail, down her stomach, pausing briefly at the edge of her dress before continuing lower, down her thighs, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. His hands were everywhere, touching, gripping, claiming as he knelt before her, his fingers slipping beneath her clothing, slowly lifting the hem.

He looked up at her, the intensity in his gaze making her shiver.

With a slow, deliberate move, he lifted her dress. His touch was a tease, a promise, as he pulled the material higher, revealing more of her bare thighs. He leaned forward, his lips pressing a hot, open-mouthed kiss to the inner side of her thigh, tasting her skin. His hands moved up her legs, pushing the fabric higher, exposing more and more of her to his gaze. He continued his slow assault, his lips and tongue leaving a trail of heat as he moved further up, nipping and sucking at her skin. His hands were everywhere, gripping her legs, her hips, her waist, anchoring her in place as his mouth inched higher.

His breath was hot against her skin, his lips and tongue teasing and tantalizing, until he reached the edge of her panties, his mouth hovering just millimeters away.

He looked up at her, his eyes dark and feral, a wicked smirk on his lips. "You're shivering, baby. Are you cold?"

She was beyond words at this point, her body trembling with need, and he knew it. His hands slid up her legs, fingers hooking through the elastic of her panties and began pulling the material down.

"You're trembling," he repeated, his voice a low rasp, "but I know you're not cold. You know what you want, don't you?"

With a deliberate move, he took hold of her hips, moving her over to the first counter he could find, shifting her even close to the him, standing in between her legs. He lowered himself and lifted them, draping them over his shoulders, exposing her completely to his gaze.

“Perfect,” he murmured, his voice deep and rough. “Just like I imagined.”

He placed a gentle kiss to the inside of her thigh, nipping at the sensitive skin with his teeth. Slowly, he moved forward, his lips exploring, teasing, until he finally claimed his prize, as if he was a man starving. His mouth just as demanding as it had during their kiss, and she felt like all the breath had left her. His tongue flicked, teased, explored with a skill that left her trembling.

He held onto her thighs, his grip tight, keeping her in place as he licked and sucked, his mouth relentless, whispering sweet words to her. His hands were everywhere, tracing every inch of her, like he was mapping out his territory. “Taste so damn good, baby.” He’d whisper repeatedly.

She could feel her first high approaching, the coil in her stomach tightening with every flick of his tongue, chest tightening when he adds two fingers with no previous warning, instantly making her whine out. “Tee…”

“Hm, baby? Feels good?” He whispered, kissing the inside of her thigh, fingers relentless. He was entranced, lost in her, watching her. “C’mon sweetheart, let me have it”

She groans, mixed with a moan. His words take her impossibly close to the edge, her body on fire, shivering, one hand interlocking with his free one, holding on to it tightly as that familiar feeling on her spine starts showing up.

“That’s it, baby girl. C’mon.” He says, kissing the inside of one thigh of hers, adding one more finger inside her. “That’s three, baby. Such a good girl for me, huh?” He murmured, smirking, tongue going right back into assaulting her core.

“Jesus Christ.” She moans, hearing him, mind hazy.

“You knew exactly who I was leaving that with club with tonight huh? You know I’d take you outta there” He drags out, standing, hovering above her laid frame, fingers still expertly working her over. “But can you blame me, baby? When you’re such a good girl like this…” He murmurs, kissing her neck, whispering close to her ear. “How could I not make you mine?”

“God…” She huffs out, overwhelmed. His lips on her neck, his whispering, his words, they were too much for her. Her hand wraps around his nape, nails digging into it, her high just a push away from overtaking her.

“That’s mine, baby girl. I’ve earned it. Be a good girl for me and let me have my prize.” He whispers, all three fingers curling inside of her, feeling her core tighten around his fingers. “That’s it. Good girl.” He says lowly, smirking.

She lost. In that moment, she lost. She felt her high overflowing her, breathing ragged, huffing for air, his playboy smile against her neck, his chain dangling on it, his words, the way he was saying them. She was overwhelmed. “Fuck. God, Tee” She struggles to get the words out, legs shaking and weak, nails digging into his nape.

He smirks, taking her mouth again in a feverish kiss. “So fucking beautiful.” He says, removing his fingers from her core and sucking on them to the last drop, face centimeters away from hers, wet fingers holding her chin. “You wanna taste yourself? It’s like heaven baby.” He says, boyish smile on his face, taking her mouth again.

She kisses him through her weakness, tasting herself in the process and feeling another wave of pleasure soaring through her, her breath coming back slowly.

Tee lifts her body up the counter, so she’s directly eye to eye with him, his thumb tracing her lower lip, feeling like with every passing second, he was deeper into her spell.

“Better not let that weakness win, baby. I’m nowhere near done with you.” He said, more than happy to let her take over him completely.

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𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐀𝐋𝐏𝐇𝐀𝐁𝐄𝐓, 𝐉𝐎𝐄 𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐖

Pairing ᯓ Joe Burrow x Reader

Warnings ᯓ smut, nsfw themes, I mean it’s an NSFW alphabet what else could it mean

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a- aftercare (what they’re like after the act). ᯓ Joe Burrow, no matter what it is or what the circumstances are, will always be attentive to you after sex. He’s the type to do whatever you want him to do after you get done. Want to take a bath? He’s gonna run it for you. Want a cold glass of water? He’s going downstairs to get it for you (with extra ice). You just want to sleep? He will gladly go get you your favorite pajamas out of the drawer and change you himself into them and then cuddle you after. He’s also the type to want to take every precaution necessary, making sure you do the right steps after to prevent anything.

b-body part (favorite body part their own or their lovers). ᯓ Joe just gives he’s a tit guy vibes. Although, he loves your beauty and your facial features and all of you, he can never turn up an opportunity to do anything with your tits. Anytime you guys go to sleep at night, or just nap or lay down in general, Joe is going to put his head in the groove of your tits. Anything to do with your tits sexually too. Your tits are his favorite things to tend to during sex.

ᯓ His favorite body parts of his own has to be his muscles on anywhere of him, not necessarily a body part but that has to be his main focus (and yours too). He thrives off of getting stronger and better mostly for football, but he also knows you love to grip on his muscles during when you’re getting down and dirty. So, he also does it in favor of you (wink wink)

c-cum (anything that has to do with it). ᯓ Joe will do anything he can to paint you white. If you have sex with Joe 9/10 he’s going to creampie you. More specifically he loves giving you a facial. He’s always wanting you to suck his dick so he can see your pretty face covered in his cum. He loves to cum in you too, as many times as he can until you’re full and his cum is just gushing out of you.

d-dirty secret (pretty self explanatory). ᯓ Not really a dirty secret for your behalf, but definitely for others. Joe definitely keeps a naughty picture in his wallet, and in his locker at the Bengals facility. If anyone found it he knows his dirty little secret of that naughty polaroid picture with your dick in his mouth and his cum leaking out the corner of your mouth, would come out.

e-experience (do they know what they’re doing). ᯓ I feel like Joe doesn’t have too many bodies (although I feel like he had a little hoe phase during LSU), But he definitely knows how to please a girl. He knows the sweet spots on a girl, where the clit is, what he’s trying to reach during sex, knows the difference between “faster” & “slower”. Overall, he definitely knows how to get the job done.

f-favorite position. ᯓ Joes favorite position really just depends on his mood. If he wants to make love to you he will put you in missionary where he can see your pretty little face as he pleases you and just loves on you. But if he’s fucking you he will put you face down ass up arched into him with no shame making sure you can’t run from him and just be a good girl and take it.

g-goofy (how serious are they). ᯓ Joe is definitely a serious person during sex. He wants to get down to business and make you feel good and do whatever you want him to do that gets you to cum, but I also feel like if something funny happens like someone gets a cramp, or it’s just a moment of opportunity, Joe will crack a joke and laugh with you.

h-hair (grooming habits). ᯓ Joe is the type of person to keep himself clean. He doesn’t like a bush, but he doesn’t like it bald. He keeps it very well trimmed and cleaned up to where it doesn’t bother him.

i-intimacy (in the moment romantic or rough/dirty). ᯓ Joe is a very romantic guy in the bed I feel like. He mostly just wants to focus on you and making you feel good, making sure you know how much he loves you and adores you. But also, if Joe loses a game, or is just having a bad night, he won’t hesitate to push your limits and do what he says and take it how he wants you to take it.

j-jack off (do they masturbate and how often). ᯓ joe isn’t one to typically masturbate. He has a girl why should he have to? But being A professional Football Player there is times where you might not go with him to games, or events depending on circumstances. So, for those specific moments Joe definitely has videos and pictures of you safely hidden in his phone to where he can get off to you if he needs to while he doesn’t have access to you. If you’re lucky too, you will be getting a phone call at night with a horny Joe with his cock in his hand just waiting for you to reciprocate his actions on a FaceTime call with him.

k-kink (kinks what they like possibly unusual). ᯓ Joe in bed is mostly a soft lovey guy. Although, there’s a side of Joe where he will ask you to slap him while you ride him. Joe also loves to make you beg and cry and overstimulate you to a point where you’re trying to run from his cock tell him you can’t take it anymore. He’s also a slut for facefucking, he loves to see pretty tears run down your cheeks while he abuses the back of your throat with his thick long cock.

l-location (where they like to get it on). ᯓ Joes a classic guy. If he has to take you anywhere his first choice would be your guys bed. Don’t let that fool you though. Joe is a little mischievous guy sometimes, possibly in the parking lot of paycor stadium has seen a lot of stuff that parking lot shouldn’t have saw!

m-motivation (things that makes them tick/turn ons). ᯓ Joe loves a good kiss. Anywhere. His neck? He’s going to want to snatch you up if you kiss all over his neck and suck on his adam’s apple. He gets tingly and starts to get needy if you kiss down his body too, if you kiss from the cheek all the way down to the waist band of his pants, more than likely that night for you in going to end up with joes cock down your throat.

n-no (turnoffs or absolutely won’t do). ᯓ Simple enough, Joe won’t do anything that could hurt you. Before he even tries anything new with you he will get the okay with you. He wants to make sure you are okay with anything that he wants to do, and will ask you multiple times if you’re sure you want to do that in bed if you propose an idea. Joe is mostly down for anything, but one thing he draws the line for is anything that will cause you any sort of pain.

o-oral (receiving or giving and how skillful they are). ᯓ Honestly, I feel like Joe isn’t much of a munch. He will eat if you want him to and for foreplay, but he’s mostly a receiver. He loves getting head from you after a long day, he loves feeling your warm mouth wrapped around his cock.

ᯓ But when Joe does munch, He definitely knows how to use his tongue. He knows how to work your clit with just the right pressure and speed, making you finish all over his tongue.

p-pace (how fast they are and how long they last in bed). ᯓ Joe isn’t a very fast paced guy during sex, he likes to take his time with you and focus on your pleasure and the build up of it rather then get straight to the point.

ᯓ He’s also the type of person to edge himself and stop to where he doesn’t finish immediately. So he doesn’t last super long, but he also doesn’t finish super early. He’s rather build up his orgasm and rather make you finish first or finish at the same time.

q-quickie (do they prefer fast and hard). ᯓ Joe likes to go fast and hard sometimes, especially if he’s rushing to be somewhere, or if you want to give him some good luck little something something before a game, but mostly he’s a “I want to fuck you for hours and make love to you” type of guy.

r-risk (do they like to try new things). ᯓ Joe DEFINITELY like to try new things. He doesn’t want your sex life to be boring. So you both have a mutual agreement if you think of something to tell the other and see if they’d be down, and 9/10 it’s usually agreed upon. In fact, Joe even discovered one of his favorite things ever upon trying out something new…like sliding his dick between your tits and getting his dick jerked from your tits while the head of his cock is getting slapped against your tongue every time he thrust between the cleavage of your tits.

s-stamina (how many times they can go and how long each round lasts). ᯓ Joe is a football player. He has GODLY stamina. Joe can go till the point he puts you to sleep. He will keep going until you’re begging no more and you can’t take it you’re so tired. One thing about this man he will never pass up the opportunity to get down and dirty with you. And best believe when you’re having sex with joe, you know it’s going to last atleast half an hour a round no matter how many times he makes you cum.

t-toys (are they game for using sex toys on themselves or lovers). ᯓ Joe isn’t really team sex toys. You have him why else would you need a sex toy? He understands though that he’s a professional football player and he’s gone sometimes. So he knows you have a vibrator in your draw if you even need it (you usually don’t). So unless he’s there there isn’t any reason for you to have to use a lame toy, he has a dick, tongue, fingers, abs, thighs? What else could you possibly need?

u-unfair (how do they tease or do they enjoy suspense themselves). ᯓ Joe isn’t really much of a teaser. Intentionally atleast. He knows the pictures the Bengals media pages post are more than enough to get you hot and bothered waiting from him to come home from wherever he’s at to take care of that needy pussy. Although, He doesn’t mind you teasing him though. He loves to see you in a tight little skirt or top with nothing else than being able to imagine about taking it off of you. He loves seeing you tease him by walking around the house half naked in only one of his shirts or jerseys and one of his favorite thongs on underneath. He loves for you to back up into him or give him suggestive touches and then act like you don’t know what you’re doing, just so he can take care of you later with all the built up suspense.

v-volume (are they loud, what sounds, and do they talk). ᯓ Joe isn’t the loudest in the bedroom, that’s you. But he does make grunting sounds and breathy moans. He also is the biggest dirty talker known to man, whispering the dirtiest stuff in your ear about how good you feel, and what he’s going to do to you.

w-wild card (random headcannon of any sort). ᯓ Joe unironically probably has the biggest breeding kink ever. During sex he’ll be all like; “You’ll look so good all swollen with my baby in you.”, “Cmon mama let me make a mini bengal for you to get all swollen and big with.”, “one baby won’t hurt.”, “can’t wait to fill you full of my cum and give you a baby mama, you want a baby from me? huh?”. Joe wouldn’t mind seeing you walking around all big and pregnant because he knows you got that from him. Only him.

x-x-ray (what’s in the pants). ᯓ Joe is definitely not small, I mean look at him. He probably is walking around with about a 6 or 6.5 in his pants. Which is big, but he also is girthy. He’s more wide around and thick than he is long. All I have to say is poor you.

y-yearning (sexdrive level). ᯓ Joe has about an average sex drive. He gets tired out from doing such hard work during football season mostly all around, so sometimes he isn’t up for sex. But he will make time for it throughout the week. I’d say on an average about 3-4 times a week you guys have sex, minus the occasional handies or oral sex you two have.

z-zzzz (do they sleep after if so how quickly after). ᯓ Joe is definitely one to go to sleep after sex. Because most of the time he’s already sleepy before hand, and two because that’s mostly the activity he finishes to go to bed. He doesn’t go to sleep immediately, but pretty soon after he will, making sure you’re tended and cared for before he drifts off to sleep.

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