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joeyfranchise · 6 months ago

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𝟙𝟚 𝕕𝕒𝕪𝕤 𝕠𝕗 𝕗𝕚𝕔-𝕞𝕒𝕤: 𝕕𝕒𝕪 𝕠𝕟𝕖

under the mistletoe

lsu!joe x fem!reader

summary: you and joe can’t stand each other. what happens when your stubbornness meets his head on… underneath the mistletoe.

warnings: minors dni, 18+. cocky joe is always his own warning, kissing, spitting, p in v, semi-public sex.

word count: 4.3k

note: happy first day of fic-mas! what better way to start than with lsu joe <333

“yeah, i’ll be able to make it… i think,” you say into your phones receiver, struggling to slide your uggs on and talk on the phone at the same time. “sorry margot! i’m scrambling this morning!” you tell your roommate, turning her on speaker and laying your phone on the counter.

her cheerful voice fills the kitchen as she responds. “it‘s okay babe! i just heard about this party and we have to go to it before we go home for christmas this year! can you write it on the fridge calendar?”

as you listen to margot talk, you pop a k-cup into your keurig and begin brewing it, sliding your trusty travel mug underneath to catch all of the delicious liquid that you can only hope will get you through this day.

“yep, i’ll put it on there! december 21st?” you ask her, popping the cap off the dry erase marker that your white-board calendar holds.

“yes, that’s right. we’ll just have to watch our alcohol intake that night since we both have an early flight the next morning.” she laughs.

you write the event down and close the marker, placing it back in its holder. you fix up your coffee as margot continues talking, filling you in on the campus drama she’s already seen this morning.

“so anyways girl,” she raved, the smirk on her face evident in her tone, “i saw justin and joe this morning talking to the same girl. like get a grip. they’re probably having another weird competition again.”

you scowl immediately as you hear joe’s name. the quarterback and his best friend chatting up the same girl, how cliché. “god i cannot stand them!” you reply with an eye-roll, annoyance present in your voice.

you weren’t sure why you hated joe so much. maybe it was the incessant flirting he did with you and every other girl you knew. maybe it was how his friend group always made bets on who could “bag bitches” first, or maybe it was just the overly confident attitude that seeped from his pores. every class that you took with him, you dreaded, because you knew he’d be right there on his bullshit the whole time.

over time, he grew to dislike you as well, especially when he realized his advances wouldn’t work on you. you tried your best to avoid and ignore him, but he always made it difficult for you. he’d bump you as you passed by, knocking you and your books over into the floor. he’d stick his foot out in hopes that you’d trip. he’d send unsolicited dick pics just because he knew it’d piss you off. the joke was on him when you’d reply with laughing emojis or even the shrimp emoji.

margot laughed at your anger. “joe’s honestly kinda funny.” she says, only making you scowl even more. “oh am i?” you can hear him ask her, it becomes obvious to you that he’s made his way over to your best friend. “mhmmm.” she draws out, and you gag. you can imagine her twirling her hair around her finger as she flirts back with him. puke.

“hey princess, comin’ to the party?” he asks, clear that he’d taken margot’s phone. hanging up the phone on him is your answer. how could she be talking trash about him flirting one minute, and then flirting back the next. you roll your eyes for nobody but yourself.

you grab all your things and leave your flat, locking the door behind you as you head to class, ready to get the last few days before winter break over with.

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the days seem to fly by, which you’re thankful for, and you pack your bag at the end of your last class before break with a smile on your face. the party is tonight, which you aren’t really excited for, but you’re going for margot and to get at least a little tipsy.

you sling your bag over your shoulder and head out of the class, your stomach growling as you think of what you should have for dinner.

you’re lost in thought as you walk, and soon you’re running straight into a hard body. as you look up to apologize you realize it’s joe, so you close your mouth as quickly as you’ve opened it.

“damn, princess.” he chuckles, grabbing your elbows to steady you. “if you wanted a hug i could just give you one.” he winks.

“no thanks.” you say, shoving him off you. “i’m too afraid i’ll catch chlamydia or something.” his friend ja’marr laughs at your words and joe throws him a scowl.

“that’s not how that works.” joe snarks, raising an eyebrow at you. “but then again, you probably wouldn’t know, you’re probably a virgin.”

you stomp down hard on his toe. “actually no, i fucked your dad.” you retort, blowing him a kiss as you walk past, and farther down the hallway.

you don’t see justin and ja’marr losing their minds at what you said, falling into each other with laughter. you also don’t see how joe stares as you walk away, a mix of anger and pride written all over his face.

when you make it home, you can barely get your keys out before margot is throwing open the door and dragging you in, headed straight for her closet. she has about ten different outfit options laid out, and even some she’s selected for you, including a beautiful strappy red dress.

“help me pickkkkk.” she whines, rifling through all the clothes she’s strewn over her bed. you pick up a navy bodycon dress with shiny silver accents and hold it up to her frame, followed by a long, dark green dress.

“i’ve always liked how these two look on you, marg. pick one of them!” you say, trying to sound as chipper as possible. she holds them both up as she turns to look in the floor length mirror, examining them and trying to make a decision.

“ughhhhh, i don’t knowwww.” she whines again, and you’ve had enough. you snatch the red dress off the bed and race out of her room, headed for your own. you lock the door behind you, and you hear margot laughing as she knocks at the door.

“bitch!” she yells, amused at your antics. you step into your bathroom, hanging the dress on the back of the door as you slip your clothes off and turn the hot shower on. you tie your hair up, not wanting it to get wet, and you step under the hot stream.

the water hits your back pleasantly, the warmth working at the knots of stress you’d been holding in your shoulder blades. you lathered your body wash onto your loofah and began scrubbing, washing away the ick of your day.

you quickly check your body, rinsing before turning the water off and stepping out of the shower to dry off with your favorite fluffy towel. you lotion up, put on some perfume, and apply a quick layer of makeup - concealer, mascara, and lipgloss - before sliding the dress on and letting down your hair. the red fabric hugged your shape in all the right places, and you posed in the mirror as you admired just how good you looked.

you plugged the curling iron in and as you waited for it to heat up you ran out into your room to slide a thong underneath your dress, followed by putting on a pair of sparkly silver heels. you began curling your hair shortly after, and then you applied some hairspray, then a few accentuating pieces of silver jewelry.

once you were satisfied with how you looked, you spritzed on some extra perfume and unplugged the curler, wrapping the cord around it and shoving it back under your bathroom cabinet. you unlocked your door and went out to the kitchen to try and find a quick snack before the party. you settled on toast, popping a piece of bread into the toaster and pushing the button down.

margot stepped out of her room and joined you in the kitchen just as you were spreading peanut butter on your bread, and she spun around so you could critique her look. she wore the navy dress with black heels, and she looked incredible.

you took a bite of toast before speaking, “it looks great babe!”

she gagged as you spoke with your mouth full. “i can’t believe you’re eating that in a dress, my dress no less!” she scowled playfully.

“i like living life on the edge.”

you finished your food and washed your hands quickly, margot was ready to get out the door. you grabbed your phone and locked up, heading to her car so she could drive to the party. you left your phone in her car as you arrived, knowing you’d be staying sober and driving back home tonight. you had originally planned on drinking, but you changed your mind. leaving your phone was against your better judgment, but you did it anyway.

margot left her phone as well but she gave you her keys, knowing you’d be dragging her ass home tonight since you had to fly out in the morning.

as you walked into the party, you laid down the game plan.

“alright, let’s try to stick together, no unnecessary hook-ups. and please don’t drink too much. i’d also like to get home in enough time to sleep a little, and finish packing a few things.” you tell her.

she rolls her eyes and calls you a procrastinator before reluctantly agreeing. you head into the party, the loud music was already bumping through the house and making the floor shake. you knew this was a “christmas” party, but you didn’t expect anything less than rap music to be blaring throughout the frat house.

you stuck by margot’s side as she waded to the kitchen, ready to indulge in a few drinks. you politely declined all that was offered to you, and you kept a close eye on your friend as she began downing shots. after a few sips of liquid courage she finally wanted to dance, so she pulled you along until you were passing through the doorway into a giant room that had been transformed into a dance floor. red lights created a sexy scene, and a disco ball was hung from the ceiling, swirling around and creating a beautiful pattern along the walls.

unfortunately, you didn’t make it past the door. as you were headed one way, joe was headed another, and his friends blocked you both so neither of you could pass.

“the fuck are y’all doing?” joe asked irritatedly, shooting pointed glares toward his friends and to you. “seriously, move and let me through.” you said, just as angered.

justin and ja’marr laughed and smirked at each other, and you noticed margot giggling too as she pointed up to the top of the door-frame. hanging there, of course, was a bit of mistletoe.

joe spoke first. he shoved at justin, “dude, fuckin’ move.” he said.

you tried pushing past ja’marr, but he wouldn’t budge. joe shot you a dirty look. “come on, let’s get it over with then.” he said, annoyance very clear in his tone.

“hell no.” you refuse, crossing your arms in front of your chest. “i’d rather stand here all night than kiss you.”

joe’s face turns to what seems to be a genuinely offended expression, and he mirrors your pose as he challenges you. “oh yeah? alright then.” he says, sticking his bottom lip out and furrowing his brow as he shakes his head. “let’s stand here all night.”

you firmly place your back against the door frame as you make eye contact with him, and he does the same. margot is standing by with his friends, and all three of them are laughing hysterically.

“literally the two most stubborn people i’ve ever seen in my life!” she giggles, leaning on ja’marr’s shoulder.

“you think we need to stand and watch ‘em?” justin asks, looking over at margot. ja’marr answers before she has the chance. “nah, if there’s one thing i know about 9, he ain’t backing down from a challenge.”

“y/n’s the same way. she’d argue with a brick wall if it meant she could prove a point. she won’t budge until he does.”

justin laughs at their answers before ushering them off to the dancefloor, leaving you and joe alone to stare at each other with utter disgust.

you huff as you look at joe, and he smirks back at you, unfazed by your little display of attitude. people pass between you and stop to kiss under the mistletoe, on the lips, cheek, or forehead. the two of you also earn many dirty looks.

standing there is honestly easy - at first. the sheer amount of dislike you have for joe is what’s holding you upright, it has to be. you continue to shoot dirty looks at him, all of which he returns, but after a while your legs start feeling weak. you slouch, eventually falling into a sitting position, and you fix your dress along your thighs so nobody can see under it. joe takes the opportunity to tease you.

“just a quick peck,” he smarms, making a kissy face at you. “that’s allll it’ll take.”

you gag, mostly jokingly, at the thought. “i don’t wan’t your lips anywhere near me, burrow.” he laughs and shakes his head, continuing to stand there with his arms crossed.

you sit there for what feels like hours - it has to be hours, people are leaving the party now… and joe is still across from you, still crouched against the doorway. people have resorted to stepping over you both to get through to the kitchen, pecking each other happily as they cross. some of joe’s friends have tried to come save him, they’ve offered to kiss you so he could come play beer pong or hangout, but you won’t let them. you made this bet with joe, and you have to see it through.

you figured joe would break whenever a girl would come offer herself up to him, but he didn’t. he declined everyone that wasn’t you, and brushed all his friends off. you pretended that didn’t affect you… but the fact that he was doing all this because of some stupid rivalry you had with him turned you on as much as it pissed you off, not that you’d ever admit that to him.

as the crowd starts to dwindle down you get nervous, you really need to get margot and head home, but there’s no way you’re breaking and kissing joe. you look over and see her kissing ja’marr in the corner and you roll your eyes. joe seems kinda proud of his friend and a tiny smirk falls upon his lips.

you scoff.

“what’s your problem?” he asks you, sticking his foot out and kicking yours. “i really need to get going. margot and i have to fly out early and she’s over there sucking face. and i’m over here…”

“not sucking face?” he laughs, tilting his head slightly. “exactly.” you agree.

“look, if it’s bothering you that bad,” he shrugs, “i’ll give you a peck to get it over with. then you and margot can leave.” for a moment you think you can see a crack in that ‘fuckboy’ exterior. you aren’t sure you want to take him up on that offer, but you know neither of your friends will let you move from this spot if you don’t.

you think about it for a brief second, and reluctantly agree to let joe kiss you. you try to talk yourself down. i mean, it could be worse. at least he isn’t ugly.

“okay… fine. but you have to tell everyone you caved.”

“whatever you say, princess.” he lilts, already leaning in toward you. “don’t call me that, i hate it.” you snap, looking him firmly in the eye.

“why?” he teases, inching closer, “it’s what you act like. even now, getting your way so you can go home instead of standing here all night. you’re a spoiled little princess.”

you reach out your hand and place it on his chest, you definitely don’t want to kiss him now. that doesn’t stop him, though. he’s already almost there until finally, his lips are touching yours as his frame towers over yours a bit. you’re both still sitting on the floor, but joe stands up quickly and yanks you up with him.

your immediate reaction to the kiss is to squirm away, but joe doesn’t let you. he wraps his arms around your smaller frame and pulls you into him, caging you against his chest. his lips start moving against yours and after a moment, you start kissing back.

all the alarms in your head are going off, but you can’t force yourself to care now. joe is a really good kisser. your hands find their way to his hair, tugging slightly. joe pulls away for a quick breath.

“went from not wanting my lips near ya to tugging on my shit real quick, huh?”

you slap his arm, earning yourself a laugh. you wait for joe to lean back in, but he never does, and for some reason you feel hurt by it. you look over and see margot still occupied with ja’marr, and then you turn your attention back to joe. he takes in your expression before laughing, you look like a kicked puppy.

“what’s wrong, princess?” he teases again, sliding his hands back around your waist. “didn’t realize you liked me so much?”

“fuck off, joe.” you retort, but you’re laughing as you say it. you stand on your tiptoes to meet his lips again, and he obliges you. you move together in sync, and this time he keeps his hold on you, pulling you even closer.

“always knew you liked me, could fuck you under this mistletoe if i wanted.” he rasps. you moan at the thought. you aren’t sure what’s come over you. you didn’t drink anything… you aren’t usually desperate… maybe it’s something to do with the fact that joe said he didn’t want this just as much as you said you didn’t, but here you are both reveling in each other’s touch. it felt like you couldn’t get close enough to each other. he pushes your back against the doorway, finally moving his hands off your hips and tangling them in your hair.

the tip of his tongue dips into your mouth slightly, and you push yours back against his, sliding it along the roof of his mouth as you slip past his lips. before you know it, joe’s dragging you down the hall and into the first vacant room he can find before he’s throwing you down onto the bed and towering over you. you push up to unzip your dress, realizing you might want this just as much as he does, but he stops you by holding out a hand.

“nah, keep it on. slide it up.”

you do as you’re told, sliding your dress over your legs, wiggling your butt and arching your back so you can get it up over ass and hips. joe drinks in the sight of you, your smooth legs and gorgeous body. you’re insecure about yourself a lot, but he’s looking over you like a man starved as he licks his lips.

he doesn’t bother closing the door as he stalks toward you, pulling a condom from his back pocket with one hand while unbuttoning his pants with the other. you slide your panties down your legs and spread them open for him with confidence.

“fuck,” he gasps, watching as you dip your fingers down between your folds to gather some of your wetness and then you rub them in tight circles on your clit. you gasp as you touch yourself, your eyes following joe as he finally pulls his pants down far enough, fisting his hand along his admittedly large length. you always teased him about it in pictures, but it was big. he knew it, you knew it, half of the state of louisiana knew it. and to your dismay, it was prettier in person.

joe finally makes it to the edge of the bed, still watching you as you work yourself. you figured you’d be cringing at the lack of foreplay, or how his pants aren’t even all the way off, but you can’t bring yourself to care as he continues stroking himself before ripping open the condom and sliding it on. he gets on the edge of the bed by his knees and comes toward you a little, a hand extending out to run a finger through your heat and gather some of the wetness pooling there. he smears it all over his cock, and even though the condom is there, it still drives you crazy to see. “joe, come on before i back out.” you tell him, and you almost don’t recognize your fucked out voice.

the heat of the moment is so enticing to you both. his clothes are still on, pants down his legs halfway, and your dress is hiked up while you dig your high heeled shoes into someone else’s mattress. he finally leans forward and slides into you. you take a sharp breath, feeling more full than you ever have as he pushes in to the hilt.

joe barely gives you any time to adjust before he’s thrusting into you roughly. his lips find yours again and you gasp into his mouth. he pulls away slightly, allowing a drop of spit to fall from his lips into your mouth, which you take happily. you’re both moving sloppily against each other, but as joe brings his hand to your clit to flick his fingertips against it gently, you can’t bring yourself to even care. you’ve had sex with plenty of people and you’ve had orgasms before, but you’ve never experienced the euphoria joe is making you feel.

the warmth starts at the top of your head and it spreads throughout your extremities, into your fingertips and toes. you arch into him, your lips still moving together, and joe’s hips are still pounding into yours, shaking the bed against the wall. you cringe as you hear margot’s keys jingling in your bra. it doesn’t seem to bother joe.

with a few quick slips of his fingers over your clit, you’re cumming against him without warning, and harder than you ever have in your life. the tight squeeze around his cock as you cum is the catalyst for his own orgasm as he spills into the condom.

he pulls out of you with haste, ready to tie off the condom and discard it as fast as possible, hating how slimy it feels. just as soon as he’s moved you dart off the bed, grabbing your panties and slipping them up your legs before attempting to make a run for it.

joe pulls his pants and boxers up, tucking himself in and then runs after you, making it to the door before you. “pretty good, wasn’t it?” he jokes, and you roll your eyes at him before pushing past and walking back down the hall, headed for margot. he chases after you.

“okay, didn’t last as long as i normally would, but i mean, we could do it again, i could prove it. that was… you were…”

you press a finger to his lips as you pass through the very same doorway that got you into this predicament. your eyes study joe’s face as he nervously worries his bottom lip between his teeth. you’ve never seen him like this before, he’s shaken up, and you like that you’re the cause of it. you’d hate to admit it, but you would like to do this again. you point up at the mistletoe and joe takes the hint, pulling you in for another short yet sweet kiss.

“text me.” is all you say before walking over to margot, grabbing her by the arm, and dragging her out the door and to the car. you pull her keys from your bra and unlock it, opening the passenger door and shoving her in before going to the drivers side and starting the ignition.

margot slurs her words as she speaks to you. “wha’ happened? did’ya kiss ‘im?”

“i’ll tell you later, marg.” you say, eager to get home as quickly as possible. you park as quickly as you’ve pulled into the space and you help margot out, grabbing both your phones before you go inside, taking margot right to her room. she insists she’s okay enough to take off her makeup and undress, and she promises she’ll drink water before she falls asleep. you head to your room, shocked to see the clock on your phone reading 1:00am already.

you set yourself an alarm for six, and you undress quickly before sliding on some pajamas and settling in bed.

when you wake the next morning it’s to margot beating on your door. “wake the hell up, we missed our flight!”

you scramble out of bed, unplugging your phone and running out into the hall. margot stands next to her door, laughing at you as you panic.

“don’t just stand there, marg!” you shout, your voice laced with panic. “we’ve gotta get dressed, load our bags, call the airport—“

she cuts you off with a loud laugh. “relax, y/n.” she says between giggles. “we aren’t late. i just wanted to get back at you. how dare you sleep with the quarterback and not tell your best friend?” she shoves your shoulder.

you look down at your phone, realizing it’s only 6:10am. “bitch.” you laugh, running back into your room. you lock the door behind you again, and margot continues her laughter. “i need all the juicy details! literally every last second of it, you have to tell me everything!”

you weren’t sure how she even knew, even though you’re sure ja’marr probably texted her.

you roll your eyes at her even though she can’t see it as you head to your bathroom, ready to take a quick shower. you check your phone one last time before hopping in the water, noticing a text notification from joe, who you’ve affectionately saved as “fuckface.”

you don’t open it just yet, but you crack a smile knowing he’s messaged you already. what have you gotten yourself into?

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chromakpopia · 6 months ago

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SHOTGUN ~ (joe burrow x [f] reader)

uhhh tbh never written blurbs or anything like that before! so if this is bad, i apologize ^^ but i saw a post about shotgunning with cigar!joe and thought i’d write about it. hope you enjoy! also yes, this is set in an alternate reality where the bengals won the superbowl.

word count: 1.1k

warnings: cigar!joe, shy!reader, smoking (obviously), suggestive, cut off smut (allusions to it as well), MDNI, exhibition if you squint?, joe praising the reader, joe likes ass…that’s about it! + a small tee and ja’marr cameo.

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the team did it. they won the super bowl.

as the players piled into the locker room, traces of orange and white confetti fell from their shoulders, and their spirits were high. finally, the hard work of this season had paid off.

the boys had all taken showers before coming back out into the main area, where food was brought in, as well as some drinks, and…cigars. you knew that after any major achievement (and winning the superbowl is no small feat), joe liked to smoke a cigar. and holy hell, did he look absolutely hot while doing it.

you walked into the locker room, having been guided by a few escorts. when joe’s eyes landed on you, he smiled, a big one; he always smiled when it came to you. you were a source of happiness and support for him, and he knew that you were his biggest cheerleader. he’d never take your love for him for granted. plus, you looked cute, sporting some bengals merch and having your makeup on.

“hey, baby,” he greeted you sweetly, holding his arm out for you. without hesitation, you jog up to him, giving him a tight hug. he chuckled, his chest rumbling slightly as he does. “thanks for coming, love.”

with a warm smile, you look up at him as his hand caressed your waist sweetly. “of course, hun. i wouldn’t miss this for the world,” you murmur gently. and that was true; even in your own busy life, you made time for joe and his achievements.

joe sits on a nearby bench, gently holding your hand and guiding you onto his lap. you watched as he lit up a cigar that had been passed to him by a teammate. he inhaled, taking a drag of the cigar before exhaling and holding it between his fingers. the way his chest would rise and fall, especially in that tight black shirt…it sent shivers throughout your body. you thought it was the most attractive thing ever, but of course, you were a bit too shy to say that.

you weren’t too shy to stare, that’s for sure. you couldn’t help but watch as joe laughed and interacted with his teammates. his occasional smirk as he took a drag of the cigar. he’s an attractive man; he’s always kind of known that. and he knows you like it.

“you know…you’re not slick with your staring, babe,” joe snickered, raising an eyebrow as he saw your sheepish, but attractive gaze. he placed his fingers on your chin, looking deeply into your eyes. his lips wrap around the cigar and he inhales, his stare trailing over all the features on your face; your (insert color here) eyes, slightly flushed cheeks, and your supple lips.

before he exhales, he pulls the cigar away, leaning in and pressing his lips against yours softly. as he kisses you, smoke fills your mouth. it’s a foreign feeling, causing you to gasp slightly at the warm air. nonetheless, you inhale, your arms wrapping around his shoulders.

as he pulled away, his voice was a slight purr, his hand around you moving down toward your ass. “you’re such a sweet girl, hm?” he hums, his grip on you slightly tightening as he speaks. “so beautiful and loving.”

as joe held your chin, his thumb delicately swiped across your plush bottom lip. “come on, pretty girl,” he coaxed, feeling the softness of the skin under the pad of his thumb.

“open your mouth.”

you nod, looking up at him and parting your lips. after all, when he spoke oh-so-sweetly despite his sensual gaze, it’s easy to want to please him.

“good girl,” he praised, still gently rubbing your lip. slowly, he brings the cigar to your lips, his gaze meeting yours. god. it was something about the way your eyes would peer up at his. the innocent shine to them and how they showed the fact that you were hopelessly devoted to him. only him. if he were to say it didn’t turn him on beyond belief, he’d be absolutely lying.

“inhale,” he guided, gently caressing your cheek as you did what he asked. he knew this was a bit new for you after all. “that’s it princess, you can take it,” he continued to murmur, the husk in his voice ultimately covering your skin with goosebumps. it’s attractive.

after you finish inhaling the cigar smoke, joe grins, desire flicking over him as he leans in and kisses you, causing you to exhale the smoke into his mouth. a satisfied groan escapes him as his hand moves back down to your rear, gripping it. your lips against his was enough to drive him insane, and the stimulation added with the cigar smoke increased all his feelings tenfold.

“so good and sweet for me,” he mumbles as he pulls away for a moment, taking one final drag of his cigar before putting it out on a nearby tray. both of his muscular arms pulled you closer, your hips pressing against his. you could feel just how aroused he was, his hard-on pressing against your thigh. “you look so fucking good, y/n,” he groaned, kissing you once again, smoke flooding from his mouth into yours.

his hands sought refuge on your waist, just under your shirt. your tongues gently but wantonly moved against each other, faint gasps and moans leaving your lips. it was basically as if time stood still, despite the bustling of a few others around. but, they didn’t question it. after all, they figured that joe needed to get laid anyway. he deserved it.

“fuck, joe…” you gasped, cheeks flushed and lips swollen from the rough kissing.

“was that an invitation? after all,” joe tilted his head, his hand moving up your body and gently cupping your breast, “i think i deserve a reward for an awesome super bowl win.”

you nod, a flustered but eager smile on your lips. “yeah…you do…” you pant out softly.

“great. now lets get some privacy. unless you want the others to hear you screaming my name?” joe teased.

“absolutely not.”

with that, joe stood up effortlessly, with you in his arms as he walked off. he couldn’t wait to celebrate with his good girl.

meanwhile…

ja’marr and tee were leaning back, snacking on the food provided as they watched you and joe head out.

“how long do you think they’ll be goin' at it?” ja’marr asked, popping a grape into his mouth.

“shit…knowing the season we’ve had…probably until the sunrise,” tee laughed, shaking his head, “but good for them. more material for us to clown joe with later.”

ja’marr chuckled, bumping tee’s fist. “you’re right about that.”

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whew!!! like i said, this is my first time writing and publishing something like this on tumblr. but i hope it was a fun read! it was a fun write :]]]

SONGS I LISTENED TO WHILE WRITING

- love talk by wayv

- partition by beyoncé

- guy.exe by superfruit

- sticky by tyler the creator

- love shot by exo

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joeshiestyslover · 8 months ago

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ᯓᡣ𐭩 nfl masterlist ᯓᡣ𐭩

☾- smut

☼- fluff

✩- angst

joe burrow

you promised-✩

christmas (baby please come home)- ☼

save a horse, ride a quarterback- ☼

girl crush- ✩

"all i ever wanted was you, just you" (part 2 to girl crush)- ☼

"joe, what the hell are you wearing?"- ☼

fed up- ☾

i didn't mean to!- ☼

i just want you to care- ✩

the cigar- ☾

i hate u- ✩

i love u (part 2 to i hate u)

hotel room- ✩

i just wanna feel your love again (part 2 to hotel room)- ☼

ja'marr chase

"you got a fever or something?"- ☼

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ilovetopgunsstuff · 9 months ago

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overrated- jb

pov- another guy gets too handsy at the nightclub

warnings- flufffffff, tw almost gets violent but not really, rowdy misogynist at the bar idk

a/n- sorry about my absence guys! did you miss me? it’s been a wild few months. this one may be a bit rusty sorry, hoping to get more active but will still be slow to reqs, enjoy and as always give some feedback!! 💟💟

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Things had been a bit tense the past few days. Joe was stressed about stuff at work, you were stressed about stuff at home, so an argument was inevitable. It came soon enough. Joe completely forgot that he had his own friend’s birthday party tonight, leaving you to walk him through everything he had to do to get ready. He was a grown man, but sometimes it didn’t feel like it.

The party was at a club, so you were dressing accordingly. Tonight was supposed to be fun and carefree. You told him to get ready to leave at 8, and you hoped for your sanity that he was. You knew that he was tired from work, but this was his friend, not yours. At least you weren’t the one who had to pick out a present. Oh God. The present.

“Joe!” you shouted from the bathroom.

There was a hum in response from the bed you shared.

“You got him a present, right?”

Silence.

“Are you serious?”

“Ok I genuinely forgot,” at least he sounded a little nervous. “What do I do?”

You put the heels of your hands in your eyes, and breathed out a stressful sigh.

“”Everywhere’s closed. Just say you left it and buy the first few rounds of drinks. He’ll be drunk enough then to forget about it for the time being.”

“Good idea.”

“Hm.”

“I’m sorry.”

You closed your eyes and sighed in response. He appeared behind you, snaking his arms around your waist and breathing into your neck. You fought a smirk. His cologne was hypnotizing. He wore black dress pants, a black collared shirt, and black and white high top sneakers.

“You smell good,” he mumbled, tickling your skin as he kissed it lightly. You shivered and leaned tiredly against him. “I’m trying to get back on your good side, baby.”

You breathed out a laugh. “Mmhm. I sense that. Can you go grab my red bottoms from the closet?”

He nodded, kissed you on the cheek, and trailed his arms off you to leave the bathroom you were in.

When he came back in, he held them hanging on his pointer and middle finger as he swiped on his phone with the other hand. You dropped your silk robe to your feet to change into your dress. It was white, skimpy, and silk.

You heard the hitching of breath behind you, and suddenly Joe’s phone was not the center of his attention. He looked at you in the mirror, not hiding it whatsoever. You made eye contact with him through the mirror.

He raised his eyebrows, a “fuck” escaping under his breath.

You pulled the dress off the hanger to step into it. “Can you zip me up?” you looked at him in the reflection again.

He just nodded, gave no verbal response. He tossed the heels on the bed and walked up behind you. He traced a line down your bare back before zipping up the dress.

You turned and gave him a quick peck in thanks. “Alright, I have my purse and my phone. I just have to put shoes on and we’ll go.”

He grabbed your heels off the bed, and pushed you gently backwards so you’d sit down on it. He knelt in front of you, gently lifting your calf up to slowly slip your heel on. He gave your soft skin a squeeze, then kissed it lightly, making his way up to your knee as he looked up at you. His eyes were dark and lidded.

“No, do not look at me like that,” you said with as much sternness that you could muster.

“I’m not looking at you like anything,” he mumbled into your skin.

Both of your shoes were on, so you scooted forward on the bed, looking down at him. He looked up at you with his lips pursed in a smirk. You cupped his face in your hands, running your thumb across his cheek. You leaned in,

close enough to kiss him.

“We’re late,” you whispered, and rolled off the side of the bed.

- - -

The ride in the car was quiet, a comfortable silence. Joe rubbed you affectionately on your thigh. You were excited for tonight, even though Joe was making you want to stay home. You were glad that some of your girl friends

we’re going, as Joe would probably be caught up with his friends. It was a guy on the team’s party, so of course you had to go. You were excited, though after you and Joe’s recent interactions, you’d rather just stay home with him. You were glad the two of you could make up; sometimes it was like he didn’t think. Lucky for him, you loved him anyway.

Joe’s sleek car pulled in front of the club, valet coming to take it from him. He got out, coming around to open the door for you. People recognized him as y’all got out. He opened the door, grasping your hand to help you out the car. You held your clutch in one hand, Joe’s hand in the other, and you walked toward the club doors. You walked past multiple filming phones, and Joe squeezed your hand. You didn’t mind them, they just made you slightly nervous. The bouncer stepped aside, nodding at the two of you as he let you in.

The club was dimly lit, neon lights responsible for most of the light. He led you through the crowd to a VIP section. There sat many familiar faces from the team and families, who cheered drunkenly when they saw you’d arrived.

You listened as Joe spit out the excuse that you told him to make about the gift. The birthday boy didn’t skip a beat, mostly happy for free drinks. The other wives of Joe’s teammates pulled you into their circle. You were the youngest out of all of them, but you enjoyed their company at all the games and celebrations. You’d grown close to them as the seasons went on.

They asked generic questions: How were you and Joe? What’s new? Eventually, they got bored of the VIP section and wanted to go dance. You got up to go with them. You needed a drink too, you decided.

You stopped by where Joe was before leaving to tell him where you were going. He already had a drink in his hand, and was sitting on a couch. He was a little tipsy already, you could tell. He was manspreading on the couch, and when you walked up to talk to him, he pulled you forward by the back of your thigh to stand between his legs. He looked up at you, smirking with his eyebrows raised.

His behavior took you slightly by surprise, and you smiled down at him.

“Hi,” you smirked.

“Hi.” He rubbed the back of your leg, looking you up and down. You felt a slight blush on the highs of your cheeks.

“We’re going to dance, okay?”

“”You’re leaving me?” He feigned annoyance, making you smile. He looked good tonight.

“Yes,” you pouted. “Have fun.”

“Text me if you need me.”

“I will, I love you,” you said, and his grasp lingered on your thighs as you backed away.

“Love you,” he said, giving your calf one last squeeze before you turned around.

- - -

The dance floor was crowded, and so was the bar. You took a tequila shot with some of the other ladies, then took on the dance floor. You were glad to be able to let loose. You danced with your friends laughing. The music playing was good, and before you knew it, you needed another drink. You ordered some sort of fruity cocktail, one of the girls meeting you up there. You two talked about something random, giggly and cheerful from your drunken states.

“Okay girl, the dance floor misses me. I’ve gotta go back,” your friend says jokingly. “You coming?”

“Tempting, really, but I’ll take a break here and nurse my drink.” Your feet ached, so a break at the bar was what you needed. You reached for your phone to text Joe. Fuck. It was back in your clutch in the section. Oh well, guess there’s no losing it then.

You turned to ask the bartender for another, and-

“I’ve never seen you here before,” a voice says next to you. It was a man, with brown hair and facial stubble looking at you, head tilted with his tongue in his cheek.

It took you a moment to realize he was talking to you. Now you wished you could text Joe, to come down and whisk you away. “I’ve been here a few times,” you say, boredom in your expression.

“Nah, I’d remember a pretty face like yours.” He raised his eyebrows and leaned in. “You sure you’ve been here?”

Ew.

“Yep, I’d know!” you chirped. You looked around for someone you knew, an ally to save you. You saw no one, and sighed. You had a feeling this guy would be pretty persistent.

You went to dismiss yourself, say that you had to go somewhere, do something other than be where you were right now, but he beat you to it. Dread bloomed in your chest.

“Let me buy you a drink, hm?” he gave a coy smirk. He must have seen the reluctance in your expression, because he continued. “Come on, a pretty girl shouldn’t walk around the club empty handed.”

You sighed, ready for this to be over. You glanced upward to try and spot the VIP section from where you were by the bar. You could see the section, some of your friends laughing and drinking, but you didn’t see Joe with them.

“No, I’m okay. I don’t want a drink.” You tried to look emotionless instead of jumpy.

“Maybe your number then?” He showed no signs of defeat in his expression. Couldn’t he give it up already?

“I have a boyfriend, so no.” You steeled your expression, again glancing around for your friend. The dance floor was too crowded to see. You needed to make an escape. “I really should be

going.” You made the move to walk off. Any direction would suffice. You just needed to leave, you were anxious. You’d just go find Joe and hang around him for the rest of the night. Anything to get out of this situation.

He caught you by your elbow, firmly.

“I don’t see him.”

Your breath hitched in your throat. “What?”

“I said I don’t see him.” The stranger suddenly got closer to you, the alcohol in his breath noticeable. He kept his grip on your elbow.

“See who?” A gruff voice spoke from behind you. Joe. A great relief waved through you. His hands pulled you backwards, out of the strangers grip and safely in the confines of his arms.

The stranger’s face blanched, almost comically. His suave demeanor disappeared. He opened his mouth, as if to say something. He looked up at Joe, then down at you. He made some sort of noise, and began to stutter out something. Joe’s eyes on him silenced his voice.

Joe moved you aside and slightly behind him gently by your shoulders. He glanced at you, quickly checking you up and down for any sign of harm or anything out of place. The leds from the bar illuminated your pale skin, highlighting the hand-shaped flush on your skin near your elbow. Joe’s expression went cold and angry as he saw it, his jaw became clenched. Even in the loud atmosphere of the bar, things seemed to go still and silent.

His head turned toward the stranger, who was significantly shorter than Joe. He didn’t just look short, but small. He had compacted himself on the crowded bar as far away from Joe as possible.

You looked down at Joe’s hand, balled into a fist. You grabbed on his sleeve, as his back was turned to you. You didn’t want to make a scene. His whole body was tensed.

“Joe,” you said. It was a plea, and he knew it. Losing his temper could be bad. He was big guy, and he could definitely do some damage. Not to mention that this could damage his career. This could be bad for his reputation, no matter what the circumstance was. He knew this, and he didn’t care. You were the most important thing in the world to him. Someone had merely thought about putting you in harm’s way, and he was furious.

He looked at you, blue eyes dark, jaw clenched. He looked like he was struggling to stay in control of himself, as if he was on the brink of flying off the handle. He was making a decision, and looking at your pleading expression was the only thing keeping him from swinging on the guy in front of him.

He turned, as calm as he could be towards the man at the bar. He rested his elbow on the bar, getting on the man’s level and moving very close to speak to him. Joe looked nothing but threatening, and spoke firmly to him.

He said, “You’re lucky that she’s here. She’s the only thing keeping me from putting my hands on you.” Joe said every word so calm, but so threatening. “But I’m gonna let you know right now. If you ever try to touch her again, let alone let me see you anywhere near this place again, I swear to God that you’ll be unrecognizable by the time I’m finished with you. You understand?”

You couldn’t tell if the man’s response was a nod or him trembling. Joe stood straight, towering over him again, and after one last look, turned back to you.

“Let’s go, I’ve got your phone in my pocket. I’ll buy you another purse.” The way he was looking at you contrasted so much from the one he had earlier. He looked down intently, eyes laced with concern and care.

You couldn’t care less about the purse. You latched himself to his arm, happy to be with him again. “Yeah, I want to go home,” you said quietly. All that stress had tired you out suddenly. You quickly said goodbyes to the other members of the group, unaware of what just happened.

He led you out of the flashing club, strobes painting him a million different colors. He got out to valet, giving some bills to the person working. Soon, his car appeared in front of you. Everything was moving so fast, you hadn’t realized how fast your heart was beating.

The car door was opened for you. You detached from Joe and slid in. He got in the driver’s seat. You stared forward, zoned out and shaken. You rubbed the skin near your elbow. It was still flush, with a slightly purple bruised undertone.

In your haze, you looked over at Joe. His knuckles were white on the steering wheel. His eyes were dark and he looked extremely tense.

Your house was in front of you now, car in park and both of you just sitting in the drivers seat. You realized he was looking at you, eyes repeatedly glancing over you, as if he missed something before.

You looked back at him. “Can we go inside?” you whispered. You weren’t really sure why you whispered, but the air in the car was so stagnant that you felt you had to.

“Yea,” he responded gently. He got out pf the drivers seat, walking around to open the door for you. He held out his hand, and you took it. He led you into your large house, you trailing him slightly. He locked the door behind you.

His stillness gave you the opportunity to interlink your fingers with his, moving yourself closer to him. You wanted him and only him right now. He was the only one that made you feel calm. You ignored texts from your friends who witnessed the event asking if you were alright and what happened. You wanted Joe. He gently squeezed your hand as he led you up the stairs to your bedroom, then to the bathroom.

Your makeup was out from before you left, and your robe was still on the floor. It was quiet.

Joe went and turned on your shower, large with marble tile lining the walls. The glass of the shower door fogged up with warm condensation.

“Hey,” he came up behind you and gently rubbed your shoulders. “You wanna take this off?” He fiddled with the straps of your dress. He sounded so gentle, such a contrast of his anger earlier in the evening. You leaned back against him, weary.

“Yeah,” you nearly whispered. He unzipped it and gently slid the straps off your shoulders. He dropped the dress, allowing it to pool around your ankles. You had kicked off your shoes sometime going up the stairs, so you were soon bare in front of him.

You reached forward to pull him closer to you. He had been watching with a concerned expression, as if he didn’t want to overwhelm you at all. You got to work on the buttons of his shirt while he unzipped and dropped his pants.

He stepped into the steamy shower first, pulling you in after him. He pulled the door closed behind you, and the both of you just looked at each other. He looked down at you, hair tousled and wet, scanning you over and over checking on you, even though you were fine. You just looked up at him, breathing in the humid warm air of the shower. Slowly, you found yourself melting into him, head on his chest just leaning into him. He held you, resting his head on the top of yours. His embrace was so secure that you felt apart of him, and never wanted to be any other way.

“Are you okay?” He leaned down to whisper in your ear, again quiet even though the whole house was to yourselves.

“Yea, that was scary,” you sighed muffled into his slick chest. You lifted your arms up to put over his shoulders, letting him hold you tighter.

“I’m so sorry, baby,” he said in a low voice, full of care. Then you realized why he looked the way he did. He blamed himself.

“Joe,” you freed yourself enough to look back up at him. “None of this is your fault, at all. I’m okay, just a little shaken up. I’m just glad you didn’t do anything to lose your job. I know how much you love what you do, and I never want that to be taken from you because of me.”

He furrowed his brows at you slightly, as if you said something he didn’t understand. He lifted his hands to cup for cheeks, left thumb running over your cheekbone and lips.

“It’s not about the football, you know that right? Not when it comes to you.” He spoke passionately, looking into your eyes as if pleading for you to understand. Your breath was hitched in your throat. “I will lose my job a thousand times for you, and I won’t ever let it get in the way of anything between us. I’ll never let anything or anyone hurt you. I love you, more than anything. Nothing is a burden when it comes to you, and it never will be okay?”

He looked at you so earnestly and with so much emotion. You swallowed, only able to look at him. You realized then that he expected an answer. He wanted to know that you really understood him.

“Okay,” you whispered. He looked down at you through his dripping short strands of hair, and kissed you so gently. He was treating you like you were something priceless, breathing out “I love you”s in between light kisses. He didn’t stop, but he didn’t deepen them either. He gripped your damp skin with his fingers, holding you like he was about to lose you.

The sour memories of the night faded when Joe touched you, and in the steamy fog and hot water, you found your place. Night clubs were overrated.

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starsinthesky5 · 2 months ago

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wait so cus joe was there after tee and ja’marrs signing.. would our songbird have joined him as well? i can kinda see her being there just telling the camera ppl ahead of time to make sure she isnt in frame or smth

i could be wrong tho

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you know she had to be there ;)

over the past few months, her bond with tee and ja’marr had grown just as her relationship with joe had. they weren’t just his best friends anymore—they were hers too. like brothers, really. the kind that raided the fridge without asking, made themselves at home on the couch, and somehow always roped her into their ridiculous antics.

they were over at the house all the time, which made sense—ja’marr only lived down the road, and he and tee were basically a package deal. outside of football, the three of them were always together, and now? she was part of that, too.

so, of course, she was there for their signings. there was no way she’d miss a moment like that. she even told joe, with full seriousness, that if the deals didn't get done, she'd personally hold a strike outside the front office.

"they're about to turn me into the voice of the entire fanbase without even realizing it,".

but, as always, she kept things low-key, telling the camera crews ahead of time to make sure she wasn’t in frame, slipping in and out without drawing attention to herself.

because this wasn’t about her—it was about them. about celebrating two people she adored and had come to consider family.

the second tee and ja’marr stepped into the locker room, joe was already on the move.

without hesitation, he leapt onto tee, arms wrapping around him in a tight hug, nearly knocking the both of them off balance. "congrats, bro," joe smiled, voice thick with emotion. they held it for a second—long enough for the moment to settle, for tee to pat joe’s back firmly before pulling away with a grin. tee was like a brother to joe, someone he confided in about everything from love advice (early on in your relationship) to what he should order from jeff ruby's for the team dinner after practice. he was his go-to guy, his most emotionally intelligent friend, and someone he could never imagine playing without.

then, joe turned to ja’marr.

this one was different—deeper. their bond ran back to LSU, back to the grind, back to the moments when they swore they’d be here one day. and now? they were. and they'd get to stay together through it all.

they started off together as just kids, slowly working their way to the top. to the natty. they reached new heights together in college, and now? in the league? they were constantly breaking records and simultaneously etching their names next to the all-time great QB and WR duos. this was a special connection, an unspoken understanding joe could never replicate with anyone else.

joe pulled him in for a tight hug, his grin wide as he shook his head "big money now," joe teased, laughing as he squeezed ja’marr’s shoulder. "congrats, man,".

the cameras were all over it, catching every second, but you just leaned back against the wall, watching it all unfold. watching joe, watching them, soaking in the raw happiness of it all.

you knew how bad they all wanted this, you heard all the unfiltered conversations behind the scenes. so seeing it come to fruition? yeah.

you were ecstatic as hell.

but then ja’marr spotted you.

"ayeee!" he called out, grinning as he gestured you over. "wassup, my girl?!".

you laughed, pushing off the wall as you made your way over, arms outstretched. "congrats, ja’marr," you laughed, pulling him in for a hug.

"thank you, thank you, mrs. quarterback," he chuckled, squeezing you back before letting go so you could turn to tee. you lightly punched his shoulder because of his little comment as you shifted your focus to tee.

"and you," you said, wrapping tee up next. "big-time deals, huh? you excited to put that fishtank in the wall now?".

tee chuckled, shaking his head. "you already know," he said, giving you a tight squeeze before pulling back.

you grinned, nudging joe playfully. "so does this mean i’m surrounded by stable multi-millionaires now?".

"oh yeah, we ballin' now. you too, miss big money superstar," ja'marr smirked with a wink.

tee snorted. “nah, we're all ballin' but joe's still cheap as hell," he joked, pointing at joe, who just rolled his eyes.

“not cheap,” joe corrected, smirking as he wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you into his side. "just smart,".

"whatever you say, lover boy," ja’marr teased, shaking his head.

"oh, so was it smart to drop 3 mill on a batmobile you can't even drive legally?" you questioned him while winking at the boys, letting them know you were on their side.

ja’marr and tee howled.

"ohhhh shit," tee cackled, slapping ja'marr's shoulder. "nah, she got you, joe,".

joe just sighed, shaking his head with a smirk. "first of all," he started, tightening his grip around your waist, "i can drive it,".

"yeah?" you challenged, tilting your head. "drive it to the police station? because that's exactly where you'll end up if they see your ass cruising down the banks in that obnoxiously large car,".

ja’marr was losing it. "man, not even we be callin' him out like this," he wheezed. "she fearless,".

joe looked down at you, his little half-smile betraying the fact that he loved every second of this. "you know what?" he mused, voice dropping just enough for only you to hear. "you won't hate it so much if you and i took a trip to the backseat,".

your lips curled. "maybe," you admitted, running a teasing finger along the seam of his shirt. "you gotta put on the batman costume for the full effect though,".

joe sighed dramatically, pressing a quick kiss to your temple before pulling back. "you’re so lucky i love you more than anything else," he murmured, just loud enough for ja’marr and tee to catch.

because that's the only part they needed to catch.

ja’marr grinned. "awww, look at him," he teased. "whipped and reckless with his money,".

you just smirked, leaning into joe’s chest. "eh," you shrugged playfully. "reckless or not, he’s my lover boy,".

and just like that, the jokes kept rolling, the locker room buzzing with laughter, teasing, and nothing but pure celebration.

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hi! new to the blog but really love it :) could you do a Joe Burrow oneshot where reader shows up to a game wearing someone else’s jersey by accident and he gets a little jealous <3

Wrong Jersey

Joe burrow x reader

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Warnings: none?

Word count: 1.5k

You were in a rush when getting ready for one of Joe’s games. Having just got off of work it was hell trying to get ready and leave when you needed to.

Joe made a special request for today’s game and that was for you to wear one of his jerseys.

So you did… Well you thought you did.

When you on your way out you just pulled out one of the many jerseys that he owns. Based on the color you thought it was his LSU one but it was Ja’marr’s.

You didn’t notice until you got to the stadium and someone complemented it. Making you do a double take on the jersey number on your chest.

You think about heading to the team store but it was packed with people. Sighing and head to your seat in the box with his family.

When you finally sit down your phone chimes.

Pulling your phone out of your pocket and unlocking it, opening your message app you see Joe’s name at the top of your screen.

It’s probably just his usual pregame message I think, which usually just consists of wish me luck and I love you’s.

Opening the text, The message reads…

‘Hey babe, I have a small favor to ask.’

You quickly send a message back, ‘Yeah, what is it?’

You watch as the three little dots come up and disappear.

‘So when you got dressed today, you grabbed a jersey, right?’

Fuck, you think to yourself before typing, ‘Yeah, why?’

Already having a feeling that he’s going to ask for a picture.

‘Can you send me a picture of you in the jersey?’

You take a deep breath unsure of how he will react to you having the wrong jersey on. Lifting up your phone you take a quick pic for him.

Snapping a photo and hitting send. Almost instantly he replies.

‘Is that Ja’marr’s jersey?’

You could see the three dots at the bottom of the screen to indicate that he was typing again.

But they disappear and no text comes through.

You try texting a quick apology just in case you had upset him.

‘I’m sorry, it was an accident I’ll triple check next time.’

Sending the text only for it to be left on delivered.

A few moments later the game starts.

Joe is out on the field stretching with the rest of the boys not looking very happy.

The first half of the game, Joe was on fire, making incredible plays and leading the team to a comfortable lead. None of his passes however going to Ja’marr.

Joe heads into the locker room for halftime.

By this point, you’re starting to worry if he’s genuinely upset with you.

After a while, he hasn’t replied to your text message and starts feeling a little bad.

A few minutes later the team comes out of the tunnel and takes the field once again. The game continues with Joe playing even better than he did in the first half.

He’s running more or doing more handoffs, anything but throwing the ball to his right hand man.

Joe was playing incredibly well considering the fact that he hasn’t even thrown a pass in the direction of his usually primary receiver.

The boys manage to secure a 42-21 victory by the end of the game.

The team gets off the field and heads into the locker room while the crowd of Bengals fans and away fans filter out of the stadium.

Unsure if you want to go down and see him or head home and wait for him there.

You sit in your seat for a while until friends and family clear out of the box you’re sitting in. Leaving you alone in the now nearly empty box suite for a few minutes.

Joe still hasn’t replied to your text or even acknowledged you since he saw you in the wrong jersey, leaving you worried about his reaction to seeing you after the game.

After waiting for a while you eventually decide that you’ll start to make your way to the parking lot to head home.

Maybe getting out of the Jersey before he sees you is the best decision of all.

You head over to your car and climb into the driver’s seat. Sitting there for a moment, you pull your jersey over your head and put it into the passenger seat.

You start up the car and begin driving home.

You drive home in silence, listening to the radio on your way there. It’s a quiet drive home, almost eerie.

After pulling up the car in the driveway and turning it off, you get out of the car and head inside.

You enter the house and toss your keys on the counter. Shutting the door behind you.

Knowing you have some time before he gets home you decide to put on an actual shirt and order some of his favorite food.

You change into a simple shirt and put your order in.

Taking a seat on the couch in your living room and trying to relax your nerves in the silence.

Waiting for him to get home.

After a while of quiet, you start to hear noises from outside.

You hear his car pull into the driveway and the engine shut off.

His car door shut followed by the sound of the front door opening and shutting behind him.

Joe walks into the living room and sets his keys and wallet on the coffee table. He does everything but look in your direction.

He finally looks in your direction.

He sees you sitting on the couch and he immediately looks down at what you’re wearing.

“So, you changed.”, he says gruffly.

“I did.”, you nod speaking softly.

He walks over and takes a seat in the chair across from you. There’s a slight tension in the air.

“You know, I thought I made it pretty clear that I wanted to see you in my jersey.” He says with a slight tone of annoyance.

“I know, it was a mistake. I put it on without looking at it, I was in rush.” You explain to him.

Joe sighs and rubs his forehead, the irritation showing on his face, “You didn’t even notice that you had on the wrong jersey?”

You shake your head, "Not until I got to the stadium."

"So you're telling me that you walked into that stadium with a jersey that had Ja'marr's name on the back on and you didn't think that it might upset me just a little?" His voice carrying a tone of jealousy.

"It was a pure accident, Joe, I'm sorry." You tell him, “I wouldn’t have done it on purpose.”

"You're sorry?" He asks, lifting his head up.

"Do you know how badly it ticked me off to knowing that you were walking around with that jersey on? You might as well have had one with Mahomes on it."

He let's out a small huff and crosses his arms, "Do you not understand that I wanted to see you in my jersey, not his?"

"I-..." You sigh and stand up, marching over to the bedroom.

He stands up and follows you.

"Where are you going?" He asks, frustration evident in his voice.

Opening the closet and taking out one his jerseys, making sure this one has his last name and number on it.

You slip off your shirt and pull on the jersey.

Joe stands in the doorway as he watches you pull his jersey over your head. He glances up and down, looking you over.

"Is this better for you?" You huff motioning to the jersey.

"It's better than the last one, yes." He says with a slight nod.

He can't deny that seeing you in his jersey didn't make his heart start to beat faster.

It wasn't even a sexual thing, seeing you wear his clothes just made him happy.

He wanted to claim you, he wanted to make sure the world knew that you are his and only his. And you wearing Ja’Marr’s jersey definitely did not get that message across.

He walks over to you and steps closer, towering over you, looking down at you, "Do you understand why it bothered me seeing you in another man's jersey?"

He placed a hand on your shoulder and gave it a slight squeeze, "Because you're mine and I don't want anyone else thinking they have a chance with you."

His hand glides up to your chin and gently lifts your face up, forcing you to meet his intense gaze.

The look on his face has changed, the irritation has been replaced with a combination of lust and possessiveness.

The sight of you in his jersey, looking up at him with those innocent eyes, it's making his mind go into a frenzy.

He leans down and plants his lips on your neck.

He kisses up the sensitive skin to your ear.

"You look good in my jersey." He whispered in a low tone, his breath hot against your skin, "Let's keep it that way."

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There’s the Joe Shiesty we know and love so much 🫶🏼

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no men era | chapter four, DAYLIGHT

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⟢ ┈ 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 | after realizing you were in no shape for a relationship, you decide that you were going to focus on yourself -- that is, until joe burrow makes an appearance again, and this time it wasn't so... smooth.

⟢ ┈ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 | nothing too crazy, just more daylight shenanigans. joe being a cocky bastard and some cliches type of stuff, andrei mention for my andrei girlies out there!

The sun was barely up when you decided.

Lying in your hotel bed, wrapped in the pristine white sheets, you stared at the ceiling and made the choice that this—this—was going to be your new era. A clean slate. No more Jayson, no more men, no more attaching your identity to someone else. You weren’t just Travis and Jason Kelce’s little sister. You weren’t just Jayson Tatum’s ex.

You were you.

And maybe you didn’t fully know what that meant yet, but you were damn sure going to figure it out.

You threw off the covers and padded toward the bathroom, the early morning chill nipping at your skin. The hotel suite was eerily quiet, save for the soft hum of the city outside. As you flicked on the bathroom light, the mirror reflected a face that, for the first time in a long time, felt like a stranger’s.

You weren’t sad. You weren’t heartbroken. You weren’t even angry anymore.

You were just... there.

You were in the middle of blowing on your coffee, eyes trailing over the busy street outside, wrapped up in your own thoughts, when the bell above the door jingled.

And just like that, the universe yanked you out of your peaceful little morning like it was some kind of sick joke.

Because he walked in.

Joe Burrow.

Looking unfairly good for someone who very clearly had a rough night. His hair was a little messy, his jawline still faintly shadowed with the remnants of yesterday’s stubble, and—yeah—he looked a little hungover, blinking against the morning light filtering through the café windows.

For a second, it was like time hiccupped, both of you just standing there, staring at each other in mild shock. You, because why was he here, in the same coffee shop as you, at the same time, again? Him, because—well, shit.

Joe had spent the past few days trying (and failing) to push you out of his mind, convincing himself that his weird little crush was just that—a passing thing. He wasn’t the kind of guy to get stuck on someone, especially not someone he had talked to for, what? Two minutes?

And yet, here you were. Again.

Looking like that.

And suddenly, Sam’s voice from last night rang in his head. The whole Jayson thing. The whole Dalton thing.

Joe had spent half the night processing all of that, trying to figure out why it made his stomach twist the way it did. Because—sure, whatever, she was dating Dalton Kincaid. But did she actually like him? Because Joe had eyes, and last night at the event, she looked bored out of her mind.

And, okay, yeah, maybe he had gotten a little too loose, a little too confident last night after a few drinks, because he definitely told Sam that Dalton wasn’t her type. That he was more her type. Which was crazy, because—what the hell did he even mean by that?

But now, standing here in this tiny café, watching as you blinked at him like you were just as confused as he was, he felt that same weird little spark in his chest.

It had to be the universe.

That was the only explanation, right?

Joe didn’t overthink it. He never did.

So he smirked, cocky and confident, shoving his hands into the pocket of his hoodie as he strolled up beside you.

“Damn,” he said, his voice still a little rough from the night before. “You following me, or what?”

You blinked.

Then, slowly, your expression shifted—brows raising just slightly, lips pressing into a flat, unimpressed line.

Oh.

Oh, he was one of those guys.

You exhaled through your nose, turning back to your coffee. “Yeah, totally. Been tracking your every move.”

Joe chuckled under his breath, tilting his head. “That so?”

“Mmhm.” You lifted the cup to your lips. “Didn’t think you’d still be in New York, though. Thought you’d be back in Cincinnati, you know… working.”

He could hear the edge in your voice, the subtle dig, and it made his smirk widen.

“Hey, even I get a break every now and then,” he said, shrugging. “Gotta enjoy the off-season while I can.”

You hummed, barely interested. “Right.”

He should’ve let it go. Should’ve just ordered his coffee, sat at some table, and left you alone.

But he didn’t.

Instead, he leaned in a little, just enough to make it feel deliberate, enough to make you glance up at him from the rim of your cup.

“Surprised I didn’t see you with your boyfriend last night,” he mused, voice dropping slightly.

Your eyes narrowed.

Oh, he was really being insufferable.

You weren’t sure if it was the hangover, or if this was just how he always was, but God—he was already irritating.

“I was,” you said simply. “We left early.”

Joe just nodded, like that was interesting, like he was analyzing it. And then he smirked again. “Didn’t look like you were having much fun.”

You rolled your eyes. “And you would know?”

“I pay attention.”

That made you snort, shaking your head. “You think you pay attention.”

“I know I do.”

He was pushing it. Really pushing it.

You turned fully toward him then, and Joe swore the café suddenly got a little smaller, a little warmer.

“You know, if you’re trying to flirt with me, this is the worst attempt I’ve ever witnessed,” you said, voice dry.

Joe grinned, but before he could say anything, you added, “And just to make it clear—I am dating Dalton.”

That made his stomach twist. Not because he hadn’t already known that. But because of the way you said it, the way you made it so damn clear.

Joe just scoffed, shaking his head. “Yeah, okay.”

And then, without another word, you turned on your heel and walked out. Joe stood there for a second, still half in disbelief.

What the fuck was that?

He just fumbled. Bad.

And worse—he had no idea why.

For the first time in his life, Joe Burrow was actually speechless.

He ran a hand down his face, letting out a low breath. What the hell was wrong with him?

“You good, man?”

Joe turned his head, finding Ja’Marr standing in line, staring at him like he’d just witnessed a tragedy.

“No,” Joe muttered. “I think I just lost a game I didn’t even know I was playing.”

Ja’Marr barked out a laugh. “Damn. That bad?”

Joe sighed, glancing toward the door where you disappeared.

Yeah. That bad.

Back at the hotel, you were sprawled across the bed in Kylie’s suite, arms flung dramatically over your face as you recounted the absolute disaster that was your encounter with Joe Burrow.

Kylie, meanwhile, was cackling. Not just laughing—full-body shaking, tears in her eyes kind of laughing.

“Oh my God—” she gasped between wheezes, clutching her stomach. “You walked out on him?”

“Yes,” you groaned, dragging your hands down your face. “Like, just straight up turned and left.”

Kylie threw her head back. “Oh, that’s so good.”

“It’s not good, Kylie,” you muttered, staring up at the ceiling. “It’s embarrassing.”

“No, he’s embarrassing,” she corrected, wiping her eyes. “Dude really thought he was him, huh?”

You let out a long sigh, shaking your head. “I don’t even know what his deal was. He came in all cocky, acting like—” You waved a hand vaguely. “—like he was God’s gift to football, and I was supposed to just melt or something.”

Kylie snorted. “Yeah, that sounds about right.”

“Well, I’m done with all that,” you declared, pushing yourself up. “No more Jayson, no more Joe, no more men. I’m entering a new era—focusing on me, rebuilding who I am outside of all this—” you gestured dramatically, “—outside of being a Kelce, or Jayson’s ex, or—”

Kylie raised a brow. “Or Dalton’s girlfriend?”

You blinked.

And blinked again.

Because, oh.

Oh, shit.

You had completely forgotten about Dalton Kincaid.

Kylie must’ve seen the realization hit because she promptly burst into laughter again, collapsing back against the pillows.

“Oh my God,” she wheezed. “You forgot about your own boyfriend.”

You groaned, grabbing a pillow and smacking it over your face. “Stop.”

“No, no, this is the funniest thing I’ve ever witnessed.” She wiped a tear from her eye. “Like, imagine if he knew.”

You groaned even louder. “Stop.”

“I mean, you do realize that’s not a great sign, right?”

You sighed, letting the pillow slide down your face. “I know.”

Kylie propped herself up on her elbows, giving you a knowing look. “So… what’s the plan there?”

You let your head thunk back against the bed. “I don’t know.”

Kylie smirked. “Well, I think it’s safe to say that if you forgot you were dating him, he’s probably not the one.”

You exhaled slowly, staring at the ceiling. “Yeah.”

There was a long beat of silence before Kylie added, teasingly, “So… you gonna tell him?”

You turned your head, giving her a flat look. “You love this, don’t you?”

“Oh, absolutely.” She grinned. “This is premium entertainment.”

You rolled your eyes, but even you couldn’t fight the small smile tugging at your lips.

Because, yeah.

This was a mess.

And you had no idea what you were going to do about it.

Just as you were about to fire back at Kylie for finding way too much joy in your existential crisis, the hotel room door swung open. The chaos that followed was immediate.

“Daddy, I wanna hold it!”

“No, me!”

“She had it last time!”

Jason walked in, looking exhausted, carrying a coffee tray and wrangling two very energetic kids who were currently in the middle of a heated debate over what you assumed was a muffin or a juice box—whatever prize had been promised to them as a post-breakfast treat.

“Oh, good, you’re still here,” Jason said, barely acknowledging the war waging between his daughters as he handed Kylie a coffee and plopped down onto the couch. “Sid, make a call. We’re putting these ones up for trade.”

Kylie shot him a look as she helped untangle the muffin dispute. “Jason.”

“What?” Jason took a sip of his coffee, eyes flicking to you, then back to Kylie, clearly catching on to the laughter that had not been there when he left. “What’s so funny?”

You groaned and flopped back onto the bed. “I forgot I had a boyfriend.”

Jason, to his credit, did not even blink.

Instead, he nodded and said, “Yeah, that tracks.”

Kylie choked on her coffee. “Jason!”

“What?” He shrugged, setting his cup down. “I met the guy. He’s nice and all, but if you already forgot about him, that’s kind of a sign, don’t you think?”

You groaned again, dragging a hand down your face. “That’s not helpful.”

Jason ignored that. “So what’s the plan? Are you gonna break up with him or just keep going until he proposes and then really freak out?”

Kylie wheezed.

“Jason,” you muttered. “Please. Stop talking.”

He raised his hands in surrender. “I’m just saying, it’s a slippery slope. One day, you’re having dinner with him and it’s fine, and then boom—you’re at the altar wondering why you’re about to take his last name when you don’t even remember his middle name.”

You groaned louder.

Jason looked at Kylie. “What’s the problem exactly? She doesn’t like the guy?”

Kylie smirked. “No, the problem is she likes the guys who are bad for her and doesn’t like the guys who are good for her.”

Jason frowned. “That’s stupid.”

You shot up. “I know!”

Jason blinked. “Then… stop doing it?”

You gaped at him. “Oh my God, why didn’t I think of that? Thank you, Jason! Problem solved!”

Kylie laughed so hard she almost spilled her coffee.

Jason just shrugged. “I don’t get why this is hard. You don’t like Dalton. End it. Done.”

You sighed. “It’s not that simple.”

“Why not?”

“Because!” You waved your hands vaguely. “He’s… good. He’s nice. He’s polite. He’s great with your kids.”

At that, Jason narrowed his eyes. “Okay, hold on—are you saying that’s the issue?”

You groaned. “No, I just—I don’t feel it, okay?”

“Then what’s the problem?”

“I should feel it!”

Jason made a face. “I think you just answered your own question.”

You collapsed back onto the bed again, defeated.

Kylie smirked and turned to Jason. “She’s also in her no men era.”

Jason scoffed. “Yeah, okay.”

You lifted your head to glare at him. “Excuse me?”

He raised a brow. “Sid, come on. I love you, but you’re a Kelce. You’re genetically incapable of avoiding chaos for longer than a week.”

Kylie grinned. “He’s not wrong.”

Jason leaned back, arms crossed. “I mean, let’s be real—you’re gonna get bored in, like, three days, and then suddenly there’s gonna be some new guy, and boom—we’re back here.”

You scoffed. “That’s not true.”

Jason didn’t even argue. He just sipped his coffee like he was already picturing the next man-related disaster you were going to drag them into.

Kylie turned to you, eyes sparkling with mischief. “Well, if you really want to commit to this no-men era, I guess that means no more talking to Joe Burrow.”

Jason snorted.

You glared at her. “Kylie.”

Jason choked. “Wait—Burrow? Joe Burrow?” He burst out laughing. “Oh my God. That is so funny.”

“It’s not funny.”

“No, no, it is.” Jason shook his head, grinning. “That dude is the definition of locked-in. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him even look at a woman, let alone actively pursue one.”

“Well, apparently, he tried,” Kylie said, biting back a smile. “And Sid walked out on him.”

Jason cackled. “You walked out on Joe Burrow?”

You groaned. “Can we please move on?”

Jason wiped a tear from his eye. “Oh, man. I like this. I really like this.”

Kylie grinned. “Right? I feel like this is the best entertainment we’ve had in years.”

You groaned louder.

Jason leaned forward, eyes sparkling. “Okay, hold on. So if Burrow actually wanted to pursue you, what would you do?”

You shot him a look. “I’d tell him I’m in my no men era.”

Jason smirked. “Mmm-hmm. Sure.”

You flopped back onto the bed dramatically. “I hate you both.”

Kylie patted your leg. “Aw, we love you, though.”

Jason just grinned. “This is gonna be so fun to watch.”

Joe was still trying to process what the hell had happened back in that coffee shop.

He had walked in, feeling like maybe—just maybe—the universe was on his side. He had opened his mouth, said one thing, and then? Immediate failure. Immediate regret. Immediate cringe.

And now, here he was, back in his hotel room, sitting around with Ja’Marr, Tee, Andrei, and Sam, while they all tried—and failed—to keep their laughter contained.

It was not contained.

Ja’Marr was straight-up wheezing, clutching his stomach like he had just witnessed the single funniest thing to ever happen in his life. Tee was crying actual tears, face buried in his arm on the hotel couch. Sam just shook his head, chuckling under his breath, while Andrei was at least trying to be helpful but was failing miserably.

“Okay, wait, wait—” Ja’Marr gasped between laughs. “She rolled her eyes at you?”

Joe glared at him. “Yes.”

Ja’Marr lost it again, doubling over with laughter. “Oh, my God.”

“I didn’t even say anything that bad,” Joe muttered, still trying to defend himself.

Tee lifted his head, eyes wet from how hard he had been laughing. “Bro. You walked up to her and immediately acted like she should be grateful you were talking to her.”

Joe groaned, rubbing a hand down his face. “I did not.”

“You did,” Sam confirmed, smirking.

“She thought you were a fan, Joe,” Andrei said, shaking his head. “That’s tough.”

Joe just glared at them, all of them, as they continued to laugh at his expense. “Okay, fine. Maybe I came off a little cocky—”

“A little?” Ja’Marr howled.

“—but I swear, I wasn’t trying to be an asshole,” Joe finished, ignoring them. “It just… happened.”

Tee wiped a tear from his face. “Damn. This is worse than I thought.”

Andrei snorted. “I don’t know, man. I think this might actually be good for him.”

“How is this good for me?” Joe snapped.

“Because,” Andrei grinned, “for the first time in your life, you fumbled.”

That set them off again.

Joe just sat there, arms crossed, as his so-called friends lost their minds over his suffering.

When they finally calmed down—two whole minutes of pure humiliation later—Andrei leaned forward, rubbing his hands together. “Alright, so what’s the plan? You gonna try again?”

Joe hesitated. “…I don’t know.”

Ja’Marr gawked at him. “Are you serious? Since when do you back down from anything?”

Joe rolled his eyes. “It’s not that simple.”

Tee smirked. “What? You scared?”

“No,” Joe said immediately, but the thought of messing up again made his stomach twist.

Sam leaned back, arms crossed. “Look, man. If you really want her number, you should just try again before we leave for Ohio.”

Joe exhaled, running a hand through his hair. “I mean, yeah, but it’s not like I can just find her.”

Andrei smirked. “I can.”

Joe’s head snapped up. “What?”

“I can find her number,” Andrei repeated. “I know a guy.”

Joe narrowed his eyes. “What kind of guy?”

Andrei just grinned. “Don’t worry about it.”

Joe did worry about it. “That sounds shady as hell.”

Ja’Marr nodded. “Yeah, man, that’s some stalker shit.”

Andrei laughed. “Relax, I’m not being weird. I just have a friend who does PR for the league, and he might have it. It’s not that deep.”

Joe hesitated. On one hand, yeah, that was technically an option. But on the other? That felt like cheating.

“…No,” Joe finally said. “I want to get it myself.”

Andrei shrugged. “Suit yourself.” Then, a slow smirk curled his lips. “Wanna bet on it?”

Joe narrowed his eyes. “What?”

Ja’Marr perked up. “Ohhh, now we’re talkin’.”

Andrei leaned forward. “I bet I can get her number before you do.”

Joe’s jaw clenched. “You just said you were gonna cheat.”

Andrei shrugged. “Didn’t say I’d play fair.”

Sam chuckled. “Damn, Joe, you better not lose to Andrei.”

Tee grinned. “You know his ego can’t handle that.”

Joe’s competitive streak flared at the challenge. “Fine.” He reached into his pocket, pulled out his wallet, and slapped a crisp hundred-dollar bill on the coffee table. “I’m putting money on it.”

Ja’Marr whistled. “Ooooh, he’s serious.”

Joe smirked. “If I win, you all shut the hell up about this forever.”

Tee grinned. “And if you lose?”

Andrei’s eyes gleamed. “Then we get to make fun of you for life.”

Joe huffed. “Whatever. I’m not losing.”

Ja’Marr cackled. “Alright, bet’s on, then.”

Joe leaned back, determined. This wasn’t just about the bet. It wasn’t about proving something to his friends.

It was about her.

And he wasn’t going to lose her.

The club was packed, the bass thrumming deep in your chest, the neon lights casting everything in a hazy glow. You were perched in the booth with Travis, Taylor, and Dalton, trying—really trying—to seem engaged in whatever your supposed boyfriend was talking about.

But you couldn’t.

Because Joe Burrow was here.

And you hated that you noticed him the second he walked in.

You refused to look at him, refused to give him the satisfaction of knowing he was even a blip on your radar. And you were already so over this night.

It wasn’t even that clubs weren’t your scene—you could handle the overpriced drinks, the bass rattling in your chest, the way every conversation required a near-shouting volume just to be heard. But tonight? You had no patience for it.

Especially not with Joe Burrow in the same damn room.

You weren’t looking at him. You weren’t. Not even a glance. You kept your focus locked on Dalton, nodding along to whatever he was saying about off-season workouts, even though you weren’t really listening.

Taylor, bless her heart, shot you a knowing look. You ignored it.

Travis, meanwhile, was sulking into his whiskey. “This place sucks.”

Dalton chuckled. “Not really your vibe?”

Travis made a face. “Not really anyone over the age of twenty-two’s vibe.”

Taylor laughed. “And yet, here you are.”

Travis sighed dramatically. “Yeah, yeah. Let’s just make it quick.”

You were barely paying attention. Because Joe was here.

You needed a drink.

You excused yourself, weaving through the crowd, making a beeline for the bar. You were halfway through ordering when a presence sidled up beside you, way too close, and you just knew.

You glanced up.

Andrei.

Oh, God.

You knew exactly what this was.

The too-casual lean against the bar, the barely-contained smirk, the way he had way too much interest in you, despite the fact that you had never spoken before?

Yeah. He was trying to get your number. And that meant one thing—Joe told them about the café.

You sighed, already annoyed. “Can I help you?”

Andrei grinned. “I don’t know, can you?”

You rolled your eyes. “So this is a thing now?”

He feigned innocence. “What do you mean?”

You gave him a look. “Don’t play dumb. Joe put you up to this, didn’t he?”

Andrei let out an exaggerated gasp. “Joe? Why would he care?”

You just stared at him.

He smirked. “What, a guy can’t come up and chat with a pretty girl?”

You snorted. “Not when there’s money involved.”

Andrei chuckled, not denying it, which told you everything.

You sighed, shaking your head, already amused despite yourself. “Wow. He really put you guys up to this?”

“Not exactly,” Andrei said. “It was more of a… friendly wager.”

You raised a brow. “What, a bet to see if you could get my number?”

Andrei grinned. “First to get it wins.”

You laughed, shaking your head. “You guys are ridiculous.”

Andrei shrugged. “Maybe. But you can’t tell me you’re not at least a little flattered.”

“Oh, so flattered,” you deadpanned.

Andrei chuckled. “Come on, what’s the harm? Just a little number—”

“Yeah, I don’t think so.”

And then, before Andrei could say another word, he appeared.

Joe.

And damn, did he look annoyed.

“Really, dude?” he said, looking right at Andrei.

Andrei smirked. “What?”

Joe gave him a look.

Andrei grinned, leaning against the bar. “Hey, man. I’m just talking.”

Joe scoffed. “You’re full of shit.”

You bit back a laugh, glancing between them. “This is so stupid.”

Joe ignored you. His eyes stayed locked on Andrei, like he was seconds away from throwing a punch, which was hilarious, because Joe didn’t seem like the type of guy to get worked up over something this dumb.

And Andrei? He loved it.

He smirked, eyes twinkling with mischief. “Why? You jealous?”

Joe scoffed. “Of you? Not a chance.”

Andrei raised a brow. “Then why are you here?”

Joe’s jaw ticked. “Because I don’t need you embarrassing yourself.”

Andrei laughed. “Sounds like an excuse.”

Joe huffed, turning to you. “You really entertaining this?”

You smirked. “I don’t know. Maybe I like having two NFL players fight over me.”

Joe rolled his eyes. “We’re not fighting over you.”

Andrei grinned. “Sounds like something the loser would say.”

Joe glared.

You? You were having the time of your life.

Joe sat down on the barstool beside you like he belonged there, like the whole stupid bet hadn’t just happened, like Andrei wasn’t still smirking at him from a few feet away, clearly enjoying every second of getting under his skin.

You didn’t even have to look at Joe to feel the frustration rolling off of him in waves. It was almost too funny. You had known plenty of guys like him before—the cocky, confident, too-talented-for-their-own-good athletes who acted like they had the whole world figured out. Joe, so far, had done a great job of proving he was exactly that type.

And yet…

You took a sip of your drink, side-eyeing him. He was looking straight ahead, like he was actively willing himself to ignore Andrei, who was still loitering nearby, sipping his beer with all the smugness in the world.

“I think he likes you,” you said, just to mess with him.

Joe exhaled sharply through his nose, a half-laugh, half-scoff. “Yeah, okay.”

“I mean, he was laying it on pretty thick,” you teased.

Joe finally turned to you, giving you a dry look. “You think that was flirting?”

You smirked. “I think he was winning.”

Joe rolled his eyes. “He wasn’t winning.”

“Oh, really? Because it kinda seemed like it.”

Joe shook his head, running a hand through his hair before muttering, “This is so dumb.”

You just smiled. “So dumb.”

Andrei finally decided he had enough fun, pushing off the bar and giving Joe one last little clap on the shoulder before walking off into the crowd, still laughing to himself.

That left just you and Joe.

Alone.

You weren’t sure how you felt about that.

Joe sighed, finally facing you head-on. He looked exasperated, like he couldn’t believe this was his life right now. You, on the other hand, were thoroughly entertained.

“Okay,” he said finally, tilting his head slightly, as if he were considering something. “How about we just… start over?”

You blinked.

Joe must’ve taken your silence as hesitation because he immediately rushed to add, “Not like that. I just mean—this whole thing got off on the wrong foot, and I’m not really trying to make a thing out of it.”

You crossed your arms, amused. “Could’ve fooled me.”

Joe sighed, shaking his head. “I’m serious. We started off on the wrong foot.”

“You were an asshole.”

He exhaled, nodding. “Yeah, I was.”

You narrowed your eyes at him, skeptical. “Why do you even care?”

He didn’t answer right away. He just looked at you, his blue eyes studying you like he was trying to figure you out.

Finally, he shrugged. “I don’t know. You just seem…” He trailed off, shaking his head like he wasn’t sure if he wanted to finish that thought.

But something about the way he said it, the way his voice was a little softer, a little less cocky than before, made your stomach flip.

And that was dangerous. Because this was a bad idea.

Kylie’s voice rang in your head from the hotel, her laughter when you had practically forgotten about Dalton, her words about how you always chose wrong. And then Jason, the way he had bluntly pointed out your pattern, how you went for the guys who would make your life messy, complicated, and chaotic.

And Joe? He reeked of trouble.

But… maybe that was fun.

Maybe you didn’t want simple. Maybe you didn’t want safe. Maybe you wanted someone who could keep up.

So you looked at him, at this cocky, confident, aggravatingly attractive man who was now—surprisingly—trying to not be any of those things. And instead of saying what you should say, instead of walking away like you should, you smirked.

“Alright, Burrow,” you said, leaning your elbow on the bar, resting your chin in your hand. “Let’s start over.”

Joe’s lips quirked, like he had just won something.

You ignored the way your stomach flipped again.

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aradassbadass · 4 months ago

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cellular sentiment | ceedee lamb ꨄ iv

‘& shii took everything not to give yo lil ass exactly what you wanted. now call me and lemme see hear it forreal’

you stared at the message stomach in knots. part of you wanted to be excited knowing that it was something in him that yearned for you just as you did him, but the nervousness overpowered that feeling entirely.

you throw your phone on the bed in frustration.

he wants me- or at least it sounds like he does. what if its just a joke. no he’s grown and this isnt high school anymore guys dont just flirt with you as a dare anymore. but guys like him, guys that can have anybody they want, usually tend not to go for somebody whose status isnt similar to their own.

falling back onto the pillows your towel falls off of you leaving your bare body exposed to the air. nipples going frigid and you glance down at yourself- something you often try to avoid. you grab at the pudge of your stomach and sigh.

these moments tended to happen where youd find yourself being overly cautious about your body. usually itd be when you were shopping for clothes seeing as to how you didnt find yourself in a lot of situations that pertained men. you didnt seek out relationships, you never had, and whether it was due to your intense schedule or your subconscious fear of rejection you didnt take much time pondering on it. this for some reason really bothered you.

your phone began to vibrate throwing your train of thought out of the window. you stare at it as it rings body stiff and unmoving.

i cant do this right now.

declining the phone you turn on do not disturb.

you know ignoring the situation wont make it go away entirely but hopefully this will deter it for now.

ꨄ

it had been 5 days since you had last talked to cedarian and you would be lying if you said this little escapade didnt hurt. a sea of emotion still clouded your better judgement but you knew you couldnt keep it up much longer.

the calls & messages from him did not cease after that night. he felt bad that much you could tell and it made you feel ten times worse.

im sorry i shouldnt have said that

can u please answer

i shouldnt have said that

fuck please answer i js wanna talk

answer me please

im sorry goodnight

hey js got out of practice i hope you have a good day at work im sorry again for ts

please answer me

hello

goodnight im so sorry

every single message from monday on was akin to one another. you wanted to respond but you felt bad for all the time you didnt so you continued till ignore him or that was until now.

you sat in your car outside of your house as the phone rang on carplay. you groaned and hit the wheel in frustration- not at cee but at your childish antics. you sighed and clicked the green button on the screen heart thumping as you did.

the other end of the line was silent at first then came the rasp of the voice you missed so much.

“hey.” a word so simple yet it felt so loaded with emotion.

“hi.” you say in response, internally kicking yourself.

“i-i um i dont know where to begin- im sorry for what i said. it was inappropriate- really inappropriate for our friendship and i-i dont know why i even sent that. fuck im sorry these few days have been hell without talking to you.” he says voice laced with emotions- sadness and regret being the most prominent.

it tugs at your heart strings and you feel worse than you did before seeing how you made him feel. “cee, you dont have to apologize. none of this is your fault. i freaked out when i read the message and started over analyzing shit because i couldnt process my own feelings towards the situation. fuck, im sorry none of this is your fault thought.”

the other side of the line is quiet and if not for the screen still displaying his contact you would have thought he hung up.

“over analyzing what?” he quizzes and you could all but picture him somewhere eyes wondering as he chews on his bottom lip.

“the fact that you could feel even remotely attracted to me. you are you and well im just me. i-i dont know cedarian i just kept thinking someone like him- someone who has the world at their disposal could even feel something as meaningful as desire or anything towards someone like me. it just made me relive all the times i was asked out as a dare or some stupid joke. i really do like you cedarian, you are one of the only people i still have with me and i-it all felt too good too be true to think that you actually liked me too.” you say the last part quietly.

the line is quiet again and you suddenly feel stupid. “see, i knew it was too good to be real.“ you say voice shaky as tears spill from your eyes.

“what, no, no. stop crying please god stop crying i feel the same way about you. no cruel jokes or anything. you dont see yourself like i do- you are beyond beautiful.” he says words beginning to soothe the ache of your heart.

“ you dont understand how your voice is my favorite thing to hear after a game- win or loss. you dont see how when im on long flights home i go through the album of screenshots i have of just of you. you dont even know how good it felt to finally hold you in my arms after wanting to do that for so fucking long. when i say it took every ounce of self restraint i had to just hold you and nothing more when i heard you call out for me i meant that. i dont ever want you to have to want for anything as long as there is breathe in me because you deserve everything.”

hearing this your heart skips a beat. you feel an immense sense of relief at the words and a new found yearning for him, something just short of primal.

“cee,” you say voice barely above a whisper.

“just say the words baby.”

“i need you.”

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honeydippedfiction · 1 month ago

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I just know Tee and Ja’Marr argue over who is Zariyah’s favorite uncle, DAILY

They do! One does one thing and the other automatically tries to one up the other as well...

In the Bengals locker room, there's always a little friendly competition—but lately, it's taken a whole new twist. This time, it’s not about who’s got the best hands or who’s faster in drills—it’s all about Zariyah, Joe Burrow and his wife Angel’s 4-month-old baby girl. And the two main contenders for the title of “Favorite Uncle”? None other than Tee Higgins and Ja’Marr Chase.

It started off as some harmless banter during a team flight. Ja’Marr casually mentioned that Zariyah gave him “the biggest smile ever” during a visit to Joe and Angel’s house. Tee wasn’t having it. “Bro, she literally fell asleep in my arms. That’s trust. That’s real love,” he fired back.

Joe just laughed, shaking his head. “Y’all are ridiculous. She’s four months old. She smiles at ceiling fans.”

But that didn’t stop them. Ja’Marr brought a tiny stuffed tiger the next time he visited—"so she remembers who her real favorite is," he claimed. Tee upped the ante with a personalized baby Bengals jersey that read “Uncle Tee” across the back.

Team practices started including little digs between drills.

“Hey Tee, she spit up after you held her last time—coincidence?” “Ja’Marr, she literally stopped crying when I played Baby Shark. That's called influence.”

Even Zariyah’s baby bag became a battleground. One day it had a miniature No. 1 onesie inside (Ja’Marr’s number), and the next it was mysteriously replaced with a No. 5 bib from Tee.

Angel, meanwhile, just sat back and watched the whole thing unfold with a grin. “Honestly, it’s cute. Zariyah has so many uncles who love her already,” she said. “But between you and me, I think she knows how to play them both.”

Joe added, “At the end of the day, I’m just glad she’s surrounded by so much love… but if they start trying to run routes in my living room to impress her, we’re gonna have a problem.”

And as for Zariyah? Well, she just giggles, blows raspberries, and drools on everyone equally. A true diplomat—already taking after her dad. (Her favorite is Sam but don't tell Ja'Marr or Tee that).

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chromakpopia · 6 months ago

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“I KNOW WHAT I WANT”

(lsu!Joe Burrow x [F] Reader)

description: joe likes confident girls. and well…you happen to be a confident girl. but he didn’t think you’d tell him what to do.

word count: 1.8k

warnings: smut (MDNI!), handjob (joe receiving), sub!joe x dom!reader, degrading if you squint, praise, joe is a flustered loser (affectionately), cum eating, joe whimpers…yeah.

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the music is blaring already. god…house parties.

it’s not that you hate them; in fact, you actually get to catch up with other classmates. but it’s all the extra junk that comes with it. trash, red solo cups that reek of beer, that one couple making out in the corner. it’s a lot to handle for most people. but you’ve become a pro and handling them.

so you step inside, and immediately, the music hits your eardrums. it’s a bit loud, but not too loud. you’ll manage. you stand off to the side, just people watching as you run a hand through your hair. typically party stuff really.

what surprises you the most is joe’s presence. he didn’t seem like much of a party guy, he was too calm and collected all the time. but he was here, with his friend ja’marr, who seems to notice you. he nudges joe’s elbow, nodding over to you with a smirk.

instead of a suave response, joe’s eye’s widen a bit, and rosy tint seems to spread over his face. you know that he likes you; hell, ja’marr has hinted to it with you before. but you didn’t think it would be like this. joe burrow, the charismatic quarterback for the university’s football team…is almost…flustered? no. no no, he is flustered. it’s as if he’s a school boy who’s seen an attractive girl at a party or something. wait…

anyways, you saunter over to joe, a confident smile plastered across your plush lips, which is tinted with a bit of lip gloss. “well hello, boys,” you greet ja’marr and joe, tilting your head with a cheeky gleam in your eyes. “didn’t think you guys would be here. no football tonight?”

“nah,” ja’marr shook his head, “they’re working on fixing the field still.”

meanwhile, joe has yet to utter a word. poor thing. he looks like he’s about to black out and hit the floor. his eyes are tracing over every part of your body, especially in your bodycon dress. the flushing in his cheeks has yet to go away. it’s…well, cute.

“say something…!” ja’marr taps joe’s shoulder, to which he opens his mouth to speak.

“um…you look…hot. i mean, not hot…! i mean, you are hot, but-” joe stammered, trying to save his fumble, but it was no use. what is there to even say or do after messing up that bad?

you don’t mind it though. shrugging off his nerves, you laugh, shaking your head. “relax…i’m honored you find me hot,” you smile, “besides…i’d say the same for you.” your hand finds its way to his shoulder as you look up at him. if joe weren’t in a crowded room with nearby bystanders, he’d be done for. something about that confident smize you possessed sent a shiver through his spine. every time you looked in his direction like that, his heart would thump at a million beats per hour, his palms would sweat, and man…would he be absolutely turned on.

for you, however, you’re quite focused on getting him alone. besides, he’s into you, and you’re into him. so, why not? you look around; everyone’s occupied with their own little things. hitting their dance moves, playing games, or passed out. perfect. you look at joe, slyly taking his hand and squeezing it.

“so,” you start off, your voice trailing in a teasing tone, “how about we enjoy some time alone? that is, if your friend doesn’t mind?” you ask, looking at ja’marr. he shrugs and gestures at you two, as if to say, go and have your fun. quite honestly, he’s been waiting for you guys to hook up. in fact, he’s in a bet with a few other offensive linemen on the football team about you and joe.

they’re gonna owe him so much money.

with that, you chuckle, swinging you and joe’s arms as you roam an empty hallway. the person holding the party has a massive house. there has to be a room somewhere. thankfully, after a small look around, you find a room. it’s not large, just a decent sized bed and a small tv on the wall. but it’ll do.

“y/n-”

you shush joe, looking up at him. “let’s cut the bullshit, shall we?” you grin, sitting next to him on the bed. you push some hair back behind your shoulder, a lustful and eager look in your eyes. “you and i both know,” you murmur, your hand gently resting on his chin, “that you like me…is that correct?”

joe once again stammers, “w-well, i mean-”

“yes or no, hun?” you ask once again, your voice a bit sharper, commanding even. goddamn, was it attractive. joe could never admit it, but he liked girls who knew what they wanted. girls who sought after what they wanted. and you were doing that right now, with him. the thought made his cock twitch in his pants.

“yes,” joe answered, nodding as he looks at you, his deep blue eyes piercing through yours, “yes, i like you, y/n.”

you let out a laugh, “see, wasn’t too hard to admit, huh?” as you ask this, your hand ever so slowly slides down joe’s chest. he’s well toned for sure, but he is an athlete of course. with your touch, joe could feel goosebumps in his wake, his breath hitching ever so slightly as he watches you lean in.

before you know it, your hand finds itself at the waistband of joe’s pants. you stop, rather focused on leaning in and kissing joe. once your lips connect, it’s over for him. he can’t help but relish the soft feeling of your lips, and your gloss tasted of vanilla, which he found satisfying. his hands find their way to your waist as you kiss him, but his grip isn’t too tight. you let out a faint moan at his touch, very softly letting your tongue dart against his lips.

the action was reciprocated, as joe too let his tongue engage in the kiss. the deeper the kiss got, the more handsy he got. his hands trail all over your body, as if he were trying to commit your body to memory. his hands finally rested upon your ass, squeezing it slightly with a groan. a muffled sound comes from your own lips. if he wants to play that way, then you’ll play that way too.

your hand moves lower, right above his hard-on. he lets out a small gasp as you move your hand the smallest bit,

pulling away for breath. “oh, shit…y/n…” he hissed, his head leaning back slightly. the sensation of your hand gliding over his clothed cock made him shiver. but it wasn’t enough. “fuck, please…”

“please…? so we’re pleading, now, huh?” you tease, your voice airy and filled with arousal as you watched his eyelids flutter shut. “well, what do want, baby?” you ask, murmuring into his ear.

“please…just…” he gasped, trying to find the words as he gripped onto the sheets on the bed. “touch me. p-please, i’ll do anything…”

you laugh, pulling away and placing your hand back on the waistband of his pants. you slowly pull them down, along with his boxers; his cock springs free, the tip being a bright pink shade and essentially throbbing. gently, you wrap your hand around his shaft, eliciting a soft moan from him. he looked delicious like this, his eyes rolling back as his grip on the sheets turned his knuckles white.

“oh…shit, y/n…” he groans, his hips almost immediately bucking at the movement of your hand around his girth. the way your hand slowly stroked him was both pleasing, and an evil tease at the same time. he’s trying to stay as still as possible, but it’s hard when you’re moving so slow.

deciding to be a bit less mean, you increased the pace of your hand, watching as he let out another moan, one that was a bit louder.

“hm? you like that, baby?” you ask, watching his face contort in pleasure. he nods, his breathing a bit erratic as he looks at you. his deep, ocean like eyes almost shifted into a pleading look, a far cry from his normal calm, stoic look. it’s almost pathetic. adorably pathetic. joe, the confident 6’4 quarterback, melting in the palm of your hand.

you run your thumb over his tip, a whine coming from his lips as his hips buck slightly. “ah~…oh my god…” he gasps out, watching the way your thumb swiped off the pre-cum from his shaft. this being paired with you jerking him off made him shiver. he was getting closer and closer to coming.

“god…you sound like heaven,” you continue stroking him quickly, your other hand gripping his thigh. his legs were shaking now, and his guttural moans shifted to whimpers and hushed pleas.

“nngh~. y/n…please…!” joe panted out, his chest intensely rising and falling as he looks at you.

“please, what? use your words, hun.” you coo, grabbing joe’s chin so he’d look at you.

“i-i wanna come…on your chest, please.”

you knew joe had a thing for your body, but it was your breasts in particular he liked. with that, you sink to the floor, pushing the top of your dress down and looking up at him as you quickly jerk him off.

“beg.”

joe looks at you, a bit confused and flustered, but too blinded by pleasure and want to question it. he nods, his pleas falling from his lips as he whimpers. “please, y/n~! pretty please, i wanna come on your chest so badly…f-fuck~! please…!” he begs, his hips jolting with your movements.

you smirk, looking up at him. “yeah? gonna come like the good boy you are?” you ask, tilting your head.

“yes~! please, i-i’ll come like…l-like a good boy!” he affirms, nodding as his eyes gloss over in pleasure. god…he looks wrecked. but in a blissful way.

you nod, and soon enough, a long moan is drawn from joe’s lips as he shoots his load onto your chest. his legs shake from his orgasm, pleasure waving over his body. after coming, he pants, looking down at you on the floor. you chuckle as you look up at him, using your finger and gently wiping the cum off your chest and licking it.

“well, well…who would’ve thought someone like you would enjoy being told what to do,” you laugh, standing up and looking at joe. “perhaps you could do me another favor? and fuck me?”

joe scoffed. “what, are you some sort of power bottom or something?”

“let’s just say that…i know what i want,” you grin, sliding off the rest of your dress before climbing on the bed and beckoning joe over to you.

and who would he be to disobey you?

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this was fun 😮‍💨 !! more sub!joe, me thinks…

this is only my 2nd little blurb, so i hope y’all enjoy! <33

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