#joe quinn rpf

[blairrwaldorfs]

Is It Over Now?

Joseph Quinn x Fem!Reader

Summary: Fake dating your flatmate, Joe, should be a simple thing. It meant you get to help get his ex back, and it meant you get to stop your parents' nagging about bringing someone home for once. But what happens when fake dating turns into something unexpected? Now, what?

Author's Note: Here's the end! Thank you all for the support in this story. It's honestly one of my favorites. Anyway, see you all soon with Midnight Rain! I will be planning that out first then I'll be back with a new series soon! Enjoy! :)

Wordcount: 2.7K

part one - part two - part three - part four - part five - part six - part seven - part eight - part nine - part ten

The soft breeze blew through your hair as you watched the city of London slowly come alive in front of you. You pulled your jacket closer to your chest as you watched the sunrise reflected through the windows of the tall buildings in front of you. Cars and buses filling the roads and people walking down the streets to their jobs or whatever their destination was. The sound of Elena whispering to herself as she played with her toys in the living room made you smile as you looked over your shoulder and watched her. 

You hoped one day this little girl would grow up and keep the happiness that lit inside her. You hoped that she was able to face whatever fears she had inside of her, and she was able to find love that she deserved. If it was up to you, you would wish she never grows up because this world could be cruel, and it slowly breaks you. 

Your eyes then darted towards Abby and Sara, who were cooking breakfast in the kitchen. Watching Abby feeding Sara with a piece of waffle and then kissing each other on the lips like they were just in their own little world, you couldn’t help but smile. You knew that no matter what, Elena had great parents that would be by her side through everything. You couldn’t help but wish that you had the same thing growing up, but you couldn’t dwell too much on the past now. You couldn’t blame your parents anymore. You could change your own perspective and life. You could change it and make it with whatever you wanted it to be. 

You didn’t know what time you had sneaked out of your flat earlier this morning, but it definitely was too early. It was still dark outside, and the streets were empty and quiet except for the early morning people who decided to wake up and go for a jog.

You have been walking. You didn’t know how long, but you had been walking and thinking. Thinking about what happened last night. Thinking about Joe and those three little words that he had told you. Thinking about his lips on your skin and how it electrified your veins with every kiss he left on your body. How it made you die and brought you back to life at the same time. You thought about how you wanted him, and you loved him but you were too terrified to admit it yourself. 

You just needed some space. You needed some time to think. You weren’t running away this time. You just need to think, so eventually, you found yourself at Sara and Abby’s by the time it was 7am. You didn’t even ride the tube. You walked so much that you had found yourself on the other side of the city, and you didn’t even realize until you were standing on their front steps. 

“I’m sorry.” You apologized to them again.

At this point, you wouldn’t be surprised if Sara and Abby kicked you out of their home for disturbing them so much. They already were too busy with Elena and here you were like a little lost puppy and dumping your problems on them. 

“Hey,” Sara smiled. “I was just about to make breakfast before Abby leaves for work. Come in.” 

Sara opened the front door wider to let you in. Elena, for some reason, was wide awake early in the morning. Sara mentioned how she had been waking up early because she wanted to say goodbye to Abby every morning before work. You couldn’t help but think how cute it was. They truly were such a cute family. 

Now, here you were standing on their balcony, trying to figure out all the emotions that were running inside you. You were trying to scold yourself to stop being so afraid and finally just let all of these fears go. 

“Hey, wanna join us for breakfast?” Sara came up behind you with a cup of tea. 

“Yeah, thank you.” You smiled as she handed you the cup of tea, and you followed her into the dining room. 

“I’m sorry for barging in again. I just… I need to think.”

“There’s nothing to think about, my sweet.” Abby chimed in as she sat on the dining table with you and Sara.

She was in her white shirt, jeans and cardigan. It fit her whole artist vibe, and you couldn’t help but notice how her and Sara were glowing even more lately ever since Elena has entered their life. 

“You love him.” Abby said sternly. “Please stop dismissing it. Let yourself be happy.”

You bit your lower lip as you took a sip of your tea. Your eyes shifted at Sara, who was slicing through her waffles with a playful smile on her face.

“What’s so funny?” You asked.

“You reek of sex.” Sara murmured, taking a bite of her waffle.

Your eyes widened the moment you felt the tea burned through your nose as you choked and coughed, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. You just wanted the floor to eat you up at this point. 

“Babe!” Abby laughed, shaking her head. 

“Look at her!” Sara pointed her fork at you as her eyes widened at Abby. “They had sex and now, she is denying the fact that she’s actually in love with Joe. This isn’t just pretending anymore. She has been in love with him for a while now, and she thought hooking up with him would make those feelings go away but no—”

“Okay, I think I get it.” You sighed, slumping back down on your chair.

“Do you?” Sara raised her brow. 

You sat quietly in your chair, your head hung low as you thought about Sara’s question. You knew she was right, but it was the acceptance of your feelings that you couldn’t bear to accept in your mind. Your heart was screaming for it. Screaming to love Joe. Screaming to stop being so terrified because you were already here. You already had shown him your feelings last night, so what the fuck was your problem? 

“What are you so afraid of? Joe loves you.” Abby added. 

“I know.” You sighed. “I do too.”

It was the first time you admitted it out loud. Suddenly, the fear had subsided and all you could think about was Joe. His smile, his chocolate button eyes, his voice, his lips on your skin. 

It was everything.

He was everything.

“Then, go get him.” Sara had a wicked smile on her face as you chuckled softly. 

“I’m sorry for being such a pain lately and just barging in here.” You sighed. “I know you two got your hands busy with Elena too and—”

“My sweet, there’s no need to apologize.” Abby cut you off. “You’re always welcome here and besides, we know how hard it is for you to sometimes accept your feelings, especially with what you have gone through before. It’s understandable.”

“Exactly.” Sara smiled, reaching for your hand across the table. “You’re our family too, and you’re always welcome here. We just want you to be happy too because you deserve it.”

“And if that’s with Joe then, you shouldn’t stop yourself from being happy and loved by him.” Abby added. 

“Thank you.” You both gave them a smile, squeezing Sara’s hand softly. “And you know, I’m always one call away if you both need anything.”

Sara and Abby smiled, nodding their heads. 

The thought of seeing Joe as you sat on the tube later that day had let out a jar of butterflies in your stomach. You didn’t exactly know how to start or what to say to him the moment you would enter the flat. You kept telling yourself that you would just wing it. That whatever the situation was, you definitely needed to apologize for running out again. For being so confused and terrified about all of this. 

You sighed and ran your fingers through your hair as you stepped out of the tube and made your way back to your flat. You wondered if Joe was home. You wondered what he would say the moment you entered the flat. You wondered if you fucked everything up, and he didn’t want to talk to you anymore.

You couldn’t blame him if that was his decision. 

Unlocking the front door with a shaky hand, you immediately heard a quiet clattering coming from the kitchen. 

Joe was home.

Kicking your shoes off your feet, you quietly made your way to the kitchen and stood by the doorway. Joe’s back was turned to you as he cooked pasta on the stove. You leaned against the doorway and watched him for a moment, playing with your fingers nervously. 

“Came to get the rest of your things?” Joe asked, his voice was cold and his back was still turned to you. 

So, he was upset. 

You expected that. Who wouldn’t be upset with someone who ran out the next morning after you had told them that you love them?

“N..N…No.” You replied.

Oh, you hated how that came out of your mouth. 

You were stuttering, and you could barely find your voice at the moment. You slowly walked around the kitchen island and stood next to Joe. Your hands were literally trembling, and you immediately shoved them in your coat pocket to hide them from him. Joe’s eyes were still laser focused on the pasta sauce that he was cooking on the stove, and you could tell that he didn’t want to look at you at all. 

Again, you couldn’t blame him. 

It was your fault. 

“I’m sorry.” You apologized. 

There was silence for a moment between the both of you, your eyes never leaving him as you waited for what he was going to say. Though, when he didn’t say anything, you took a deep breath and took another step forward.

“I’m sorry that I ran out again.” You said. “I’m sorry that I keep lying about my feelings for you.”

Joe sighed, turned off the stove and turned to you. The moment his chocolate button eyes caught yours, you couldn’t help but notice how much it really affected him. It was a different kind of look that you have never seen before. Not even when Ivy broke up with him. It was almost as if he looked like he lost someone so special to him. 

“I understand as to why you couldn’t accept your feelings because I know you struggle with that, but I just wished you would talk to me.” Joe shook his head. 

“I know. I’m sorry. I was scared, and I needed to think and I didn’t know what to do because I saw Ivy the other night leaving our flat and—”

“Wait,” Joe cut you off. “You saw her?”

“Yeah, I bumped into her in the hall when I was coming home.” You shrugged, your head hung low. “I… I know something happened between us after that, but I can’t help but think about how it makes me feel like you choose me because she doesn’t want you or whatever it’s going on with you guys…”

“Nothing is going on with us.” Joe replied, taking a step closer to you. “Nothing happened that night. She came and begged to take me back, but I told her that it has been over with us for a long time.”

You gazed up and stared at him with your big wet brown eyes. You didn’t know what to say. You didn’t want to doubt Joe either because he told you he loved you and hearing him confirming about him and Ivy, it made your heart swell. In a good way.

Joe exhaled a sharp breath. “I let her stay for the night because she was a mess. I didn’t want her to go home like that, especially knowing that I was the reason why she was crying.”

You nodded your head in understanding. Then, Joe gently took your trembling hands from your coat pockets and held your hands in his. 

“So… it is over?” You asked. 

“It has been over a long time ago.” Joe replied.

You stared at both of your hands and bit your lower lip. Joe could see that you were struggling to accept all of this, but he could also see that you knew it was the truth. You could see it in his eyes. You have always known that. His eyes always spoke the truth. 

“I meant what I said.” Joe murmured. “And I’m sorry for making you feel like shit. I’m sorry for making you think that you’re just a second choice and for pretending that I wanted Ivy. Most of all, I’m sorry that I kept this agreement going even when I knew that you were the one that I wanted. Even when I knew that I loved you and couldn’t tell you.”

Your heart suddenly couldn’t fit in your chest. It was beating a thousand miles per hour, and you couldn’t breathe. You tried to stabilize your breathing as Joe caressed your trembling hands with his thumbs.

“I’m sorry I kept running away from this. You were right that night, you know?” You said. “I was scared to let someone in. Someone who cares about me.”

Joe cupped your face with his hands and caressed your cheek with his thumb. Your knees felt weak, and you moved closer until both of your faces were just inches from each other. Joe grazed his nose softly against yours, making you grin happily. 

“I love you.” Joe muttered. 

“I love you too.” You finally said before finally pressing your lips against his. 

Joe wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you close as he kissed you deeply. He kissed you as if he had been waiting for this moment for a long time. You smiled through the kiss and finally let all your fears and insecurities go. You let Joe take them away and locked them up in a box and threw them away in the ocean. 

You finally let go and told yourself that you deserved this. You deserved to love someone and have them love you back.  

“So, does that mean you’re not leaving?” Joe teased you as soon as he pulled away.

“Hm… no.” 

You both laughed in unison as you wrapped your arms around his neck. Joe gave you a soft happy smile as he leaned in again and kissed you. In surprise, you let out a squeal as he picked you up and carried you down the hall towards his bedroom. 

“No.” You said, holding onto the doorframe as Joe paused in his tracks. “My room.”

Joe raised his brow at you, surprised that you had suggested that idea. He never had stepped inside your bedroom because he knew your boundaries but fuck boundaries, right? You wanted to let him inside your life. Inside your private mind where you kept your private thoughts and insecurities. You wanted him to know you. To know every corner of your mind. 

“Are you sure?” Joe asked.

“Absolutely.”

Joe couldn’t help but smile as he walked towards your bedroom. His eyes immediately wandered around the four walls, curious of your private space that he has never seen before. Gently setting you down on your bed, he towered over you as you let out a soft giggle. 

“I love your room.” He whispered, his lips finding your neck.

A soft gasp escaped your lips as you ran your fingers through his curly hair. 

“It’s yours now too.” You whispered as Joe stared down at you. 

For a moment, he studied you as you reached your hand up to brush his cheek softly. He was yours and you were his. You love Joe and he loves you. That was all that mattered right now. You didn’t want to worry about anything else. This was you accepting that this was real. 

No more pretending.

No more acting.

No more fake relationships.

This was all real.

Joe was real and so were the two of you together. 

Leaning down, Joe kissed you softly as he pulled the duvet over the both of you, your soft laughters echoed the room. 

The End. 

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[joequinnisgod]

Caught in the act

Pairing: Joseph Quinn x f!reader

Summary: You wake up from a wet dream, but Joe’s asleep, so you have to take care of yourself. You end up in the shower, where he catches you in the act.

Warnings: smut, f!masturbation, shower sex, squirting

Word count: 2k

Your eyes slowly opened at the buzzing sound of your phone, tearing you from your dreamland. To not wake Joseph, you quickly reached for your phone and turned off the alarm.

After rolling on your back, you noticed something unpleasant that made you frown. You were all sweaty and a particular dull ache sat between your thighs. Pictures from the dream you were living in just a few moments ago started flooding your mind. After you opened your eyes again letting them adjust to the bright room, you turned your head to the side. Joseph was sound asleep. His eyelashes stroking his face, his lips all puffy and slightly open as soft snores escaped his throat every now and then. He had a long, busy day the previous day and he got home quite late so you didn’t want to wake him.

With your eyes closed, you started re-living your dream. Your fingers traced your skin all the way down to your panties and slipped them under the thin, soft fabric. With two fingers of yours you started gathering the wetness and spreading it around before you started playing with your clit. Not having the patience to tease yourself, after a few slow circles your fingers began picking up the pace. Your free hand made its way to beneath your shirt and you started massaging one of your boobs and playing with your nipple.

Soon, you had to realise it wasn't enough. You were used to Joe's heavenly, skilled tongue and fingers and the feeling wasn't the same at all. Suddenly you remembered the pastel pink vibrator you had in your top drawer, purchased a few years ago. You enthusiastically reached for the handle of the drawer, only to meet the sad reality again. The batteries in it died a few weeks ago and each time you visited the grocery store, you forgot to get new ones.

A heavy sigh fell from your lips as frustration started to get under your skin. After not being able to come up with any ideas, you decided to just start your day. Glancing at Joe, you saw him still laying there, deep asleep. You walked to the en suite bathroom and washed your face before brushing your teeth. Still feeling sticky and sweaty from your sleep, you decided to take a shower.

You opened the glass door of the walk-in shower and opened the tap. After stripping out of your pyjamas quickly, you walked underneath the big, fixed shower head and enjoyed the hot water pouring down your chest. You stood there for a few minutes, just getting mentally ready for the day but your with your excitement not quieting down, it was a little hard. As your eyes wandered across the water droplets on the wall tiles, your gaze stilled on something. The handheld shower head.

"Back to the good old way." You murmured to yourself after a few seconds of thinking about it as your hand reached for it. You opened the tap for the detachable shower head, adjusting the temperature and pressure of the water. Not knowing any better, you sat down on the floor of the shower, with your back against the wall and your legs spread wide, and aimed the shower head towards your pulsing core. A loud gasp erupted from your throat, already starting to feel a little relieved.

"Oh, yes." You moaned quietly and carefully, not to wake Joseph. Your free hand went to your boob again, as your mind wandered back to the same place.

His lingering touches, his hot kisses, his burning, sweaty skin, his thick, heavy moans, his deep voice...

"You take me so well, baby."

The way his hips slammed into you, along with the unholy sounds filling the bathroom of a fancy place where a long forgotten award show was held.

"Joey, please..don't stop."

"I'm not planning on it, princess. I'm gonna make you cum so hard.. – he said between heavy breaths – the whole building will know what we were doing in here. And they're gonna be so..fuck...so jealous of us."

You looked at the both of you in the mirror. The way his eyebrows furrowed in pleasure and concentration while looking at where you connected, then to your reflection was almost enough to make you come undone right away.

"Look at you, baby. Such a pretty thing. Being such a little slut..only for me."

"Only for you, oh." You squeezed his hand. "Joey, I'm so close." You panted.

"C'mon baby, cum for me. I wanna feel you fall apart around me. Show me how naughty you can be for daddy."

"Oh, Joey, fuck."

"Having fun there?" His voice startled you, making you jump and drop the shower head.

"Fuck..are you kidding me? I was so close.." You whimpered in between heavy breaths as a teardrop full of frustration rolled down you cheek as you reached for the dropped head.

"Oh, I'm so sorry, doll." He pushed his boxers down as he made his way towards the shower.

"No, you're not."

"No, I'm not." He flashed a cheeky grin as he closed the door behind himself.

Just when you thought your problem was finally to be solved, he started spreading the body wash on his chest and stomach, actually taking a shower.

"What are you doing?" You looked him up and down.

"Taking a shower." He gave you a confused, teasing look. "You know..that's what people usually do in here."

"Fuck off." You aimed the shower head at him.

"C'mon, love." He reached his arm towards you to help you up from the floor. "What got my baby so frustrated and whiny?"

"You." You muttered as he wrapped his arms around you.

"Me?" His eyebrows ran up his forehead.

"Yeah."

"What did I do?" He chuckled.

"I had this dream about you. About us."

"Hmm..really? What were we doing?"

"You were doing me, Joe. So well.."

"And that's why you're whining?"

"No..it's because you weren't awake when I woke up, so I had to take care of myself. But that wasn't enough, and the batteries in my vibrator have been dead for weeks now and I aways forget to get new ones, and now you interrupted me right when I was about to cum."

"Oh, my poor baby. What do I do with you now? Hm?"

"Make me cum, Joey, please."

"Fuck..how could I say no when you're asking me so nicely? And how do you want me to do that?" His hand travelled down the curve of your back and caressed your ass before grabbing it firmly, making you moan softly.

"I don't care, just make me cum. Fast, cause we're both gonna be late."

"Okay, I have a photoshoot, but where are you going?"

"I'm going out to have late breakfast with your mum."

"I thought that was tomorrow."

"No, it's today, but please do something with me now. What will I tell your mum when I'm gonna be late? Sorry I'm late, I was busy 'cause your son was fucking me senseless?"

He pressed his lips to yours in a heartbeat to shut you up.

"Jump." He murmured as he tapped the back of your thighs.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and your legs around his lower back, making your aching core touch his hard cock. A gasp left your mouths as he stepped to the wall you previously sat against and pushed you up against it. A small hiss left your lips because of the cold walls, giving Joseph the chance to slip his tongue into your mouth. You took your hand from the back of his neck and traced it down from his chest to his angry length. You started tracing the veins with your fingertips to rile him up even more before wrapping your hand around it and slowly starting to pump him up and down.

"Fuck..I'm not gonna last if you do that." He swallowed thickly.

You lined him up with your entrance and moaned out loudly as he started to push inside you, filling you up. Your hand went back to his head, tugging on his curls.

"Fuuck.." A breathy, deep moan fell from his lips. You couldn't help but clench around him, making his breath hitch in his throat. "What..what happened in your dream?"

"We were in the bath- oh..in the bathroom..during an award show and..we couldn't wait 'till we got home, so..so we did it in the bathroom...in front of the mirror."

"Shit..we can do it in front of the mirror."

"And we will when we get home..but don't you dare stop now."

"Anything you want, my love." He took a hand from under your thigh and caressed your hot skin from your leg to your breast at first. He gently massaged it, making your eyes close and your head tilt back against the wall. His hand then came up to your throat and his fingers were wrapped around it in a second, squeezing the sides of it gently.

"Joey, I'm gonna.."

"You gonna cum already? I haven’t even been inside you for five minutes. My poor angel, so worked up, so needy, huh? Look at me, baby." When he didn’t get any reaction from you, he let let go of your throat and cupped your cheek. "You with me? I wanna see those pretty eyes."

You were so lost in the feeling of his cock so deliciously deep inside you and his scent filling your nose, that you didn’t even notice him stilling his hips at first.

"No, no, no! Why’d you stop?" You opened your eyes and looked at him with an upset look on your face.

"I said look at me. Keep your eyes open for me, doll. Can you do that for me?" His thumb stroked your cheek lovingly, yet somehow still in a mean, teasing manner. His lips came close to your ear as his voice got quiet and low. "Can you do that for daddy?" He started moving his hips again.

"Oh, fuck. I���m so close Joey.."

"Cum for me, baby. C'mon..soak daddy's cock."

Your hand went to your clit, circling it fast and impatiently. The feeling of Joseph’s hand leaving your cheek to wrap itself around your throat again was only fuel to the flame. Your back arched off the cold, wet tiles and your eyes rolled to the back of your head as your frequent, sinful moans bounced off the walls. At the same time you felt his hand choke you harder and suddenly everything became so overwhelming. For the first time in your life you felt liquid gush out of you, right around his cock.

"Thaat's it baby. Good girl..oh, fuckfuckfuck."

You felt Joe's hot seed spill inside you, making your orgasm even more intense. He drove his hips into you at a fast pace, making sure to get the most out of your orgasms. His thrusts slowed down at the end after he rode out his high as well, until he didn’t stop completely.

"Fuck..that was so good" You whispered as you pressed soft kisses along the side of his neck, gently sucking on the skin.

"You fucking squirted." A proud smile sat on his face.

"I’m not surprised..I’ve been edged three times this morning." You whimpered to him before pressing a kiss to his lips.

"I love you." He murmured into the kiss.

"I love you." A content smile spread on your face.

"I really gotta get something we can sit on in here."

"I'm not against it..I had to sit on the fucking floor."

"God..every time I'm gonna look at the shower head, that's the only thing I'm gonna think of." You chuckled as you shared a few more kisses.

"When'd you brush your teeth?"

"When you were a little too busy. It was the hottest thing I've ever seen." He pressed kisses down your chest.

"So you were watching me like a fucking perv?"

"Mm-hmm...can I have that view again when I brush my teeth tonight?"

You slapped his arm as he let you down onto the floor, sighs leaving your lips as he pulled out of you. His hands grabbed your ass again as he pulled you close to kiss you one more time, before starting your actual shower.

Thank you for reading, hope you enjoyed it! Have a beautiful day / night!! <3

[babybluebex]

𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐥 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 | 𝐣𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐩𝐡 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐧𝐧 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: at london comic con, naptime for joe’s son interferes with joe’s panel. luckily, joe has a fix for the situation. 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: dad!joseph quinn x um!reader 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬: fluff fluff fluff ab dad joe bc lcc is giving so much kid content it’s driving me wild, joe’s son’s name is anthony 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: listen, @moonlit-void-to-the-far-unknown and i have this longstanding au going where you and joe have a son and i NEEDED to write it, especially with all the pictures of babies and kids that we’re getting this weekend :)

By now, everyone on Twitter knew that Joe had brought you and his son to London Comic Con. You and Joe had been spotted entering the convention center on Saturday, tiny 4-year old Anthony in tow, and everyone was waiting for some sort of content with the three of you. Joe didn’t share too much about Anthony online, only the spare picture to his new Instagram every so often, updating his eight million followers on Anthony’s antics, but little Anthony was known and beloved. 

So far, the day had gone well. You stood off to the side and entertained Anthony as Joe took pictures with fans, stopping during every break to get the snuggles and kisses in— Anthony required many Daddy snuggles and kisses, and every twenty minutes, two minutes were allotted for Joe to kiss Anthony’s head, inquire about what he was watching (the answer was always Bluey), and promise more time in the future. You hated how hectic the convention was and how quickly-paced it was, but that was the nature of the event. It was fun to watch your husband interact with all of his fans, and some even spotted you and sent waves and coos towards you and Anthony. 

Eventually, time for Joe’s lunch break came, and he held Anthony in his lap as they both ate their sandwiches that you had made (the upside of a con in London meant no hotel rooms, and your boys got to sleep in their own beds), peanut butter dotted on Anthony’s little mouth as he babbled away at Joe. “So big, Dada!” he exclaimed, stretching his hands wide. 

“Yeah, lots of people, aren’t there?” Joe chuckled, smoothing down Anthony’s thin curls. Anthony resembled Joe to a tee, some baby photos that Joe’s mother had showed you a dead ringer for your son, and Anthony’s big brown eyes widened as he nodded. 

“And they’re all here to see you,” you told him, and Joe scoffed and rolled his eyes. 

“I don’t know about that,” he said. “I think they’re here to see you.” 

“Me?” you asked. 

“Yeah, my fans love you,” Joe told you. “Everybody today has told me to say hello to you and Anthony. And some people asked about Wes too, actually.” 

You smiled and leaned forward to kiss Joe’s cheek, and your husband blushed under your lips. “I’m so proud of you, Joey,” you told him softly. “You’ve worked so hard for so long, and now… It’s all happening.” 

“And I get to do it with you,” Joe said with a watery smile, and he looked down at Anthony in his lap, still watching Bluey on your phone. “Both of you.” He ruffled up Anthony’s hair and smoothed them down again, an anxious habit that he had picked up recently, and Anthony looked up from your phone and smiled a big, toothy grin at his father. 

“It’s almost naptime,” you said, looking down at your watch, and both of your boys whined and grumbled in protest. Anthony usually didn’t make a fuss over naptime and gladly settled in bed with his blankie and fell asleep for at least an hour, but you knew that the energy and excitement from the con would interrupt his schedule. You had anticipated this, and you pouted as you tugged your son up into your arms. “I know, baby, I know,” you told him. “But you’ll get all sleepy and cranky later if you don’t nap.” 

“B-But Dada!” Anthony said, and he wriggled in your arms, reaching out for Joe. You willingly transferred your son into his father’s arms, and Joe kissed Anthony’s wiggly little head as Anthony added, “Wanna stay with ‘ou, Dada.” 

“I want you to stay with me too,” Joe said, his bottom lip pouting out. “But you need to nap, and I have stuff I’ve gotta do.”

“What?” Anthony asked. 

“Well, I have a panel in a few minutes,” Joe told Anthony. “People ask me all sorts of things, and I answer them. It’s usually very fun. But I can’t bring you, bud.” 

“I mean…” you started slowly. “You could. Just hold him in your lap and let him sleep while you answer the questions. If you want, that is. Or I can just take him back home to nap and we can come get you at the end of the day.” 

“I can hold him,” Joe said, rubbing Anthony’s back. “We’re just gonna cuddle while you nap, aren’t we?”

“Cuddle?” Anthony asked, and Joe nodded. “Okay. Blankie?” 

You nodded carefully and slung off your backpack, opening it and searching through all of your stuff, Joe’s phone and wallet and keys and snacks and all of Anthony’s various accessories, and you finally extracted his fluffy blue blankie. It certainly had been fluffy at one point but, after four years, the fluff had been matted down and it was a little off-color, no matter how many times you washed it. But it was Anthony’s favorite blankie, the only one he slept with, and Anthony cuddled it up to his chest instantly as soon as he got it in his hands. “Thank you, Mummy,” Anthony mumbled, nestling his head under Joe’s chin, and your heart skipped. 

“Of course, baby,” you told him. “Are my boys ready for the panel?” 

“Anthony’s first panel,” Joe chuckled. “We’re ready.” 

Joe carried Anthony (and his blankie) to the stage, smiling and waving at fans as he passed them, and he seemed calm and cool. It was only once you got backstage, in the wings of the stage, that he started to seem nervous. “Is this a bad idea?” Joe asked. Anthony had his head rested on Joe’s shoulder, his brown eyes flagging with after-lunch sleepiness, and he yawned and cuddled up closer into Joe’s chest. “I-I mean, is it unprofessional?” 

“He’s your son, darling,” you told him, adjusting Joe’s jacket to lay right and settling his curls right. “Everyone will understand. And anyway, it’s super cute, and nobody will care if it's unprofessional if it’s cute.” 

Joe nodded, and he rubbed Anthony’s back as his name was announced by the moderator, and you watched Joe walk out onstage, holding his microphone in one hand as he held Anthony in his arms. Instantly, the auditorium was met with coos and aws and cheers, and Joe waved at everyone before he sat down on the small sofa that was provided for him. He mumbled something to Anthony and kissed his head, and your son turned to look at everyone. He waved for a moment, just long enough for everyone to cheer back at him, and he turned back and buried himself in Joe’s chest. 

The crowd died down, and Joe brought the microphone to his mouth. “It’s naptime,” he said, his voice echoing around the room, and he added, “We’ve got our blankie, I think Ant’s gonna suck his thumb, and he’ll be asleep in no time. But I’m excited, let’s begin.” 

Everything Anthony did was met with applause and aws, every moment and wiggle and cuddle into Joe’s warm chest. Joe answered every question with poise and humility, laughing when someone said to say hi to Wes, and Anthony mumbled something that was half-caught by the mic. “Unca Wes?” he mumbled, and Joe frowned, shaking his head. 

“No, no, Uncle Wes isn’t here right now,” he said softly. “But we can see him when we’re done here... It cracks me up that you guys know who Wes is.” 

True to his word, Anthony popped his thumb in his mouth and was asleep within twenty minutes, and Joe noticed it. “Oh, bless him,” he said. “And we’re asleep here. If we’re very quiet… maybe he’ll stay asleep…” Joe paused for a second and kissed Anthony’s head, and the boy didn’t stir, and Joe said, “Yeah, and he’s knocked out. He can sleep through anything at this point. He gets that from me.” Joe laughed a little, making sure that Anthony stayed asleep, and he said, “I’m sorry, what was the question?”

That happened often. Joe would be too distracted watching Anthony sleep and have to have the question asked again, and he flushed and mumbled, “I’m sorry, you guys, he’s just… Parents will understand, he’s only this little for so long. Sorry, I’m sorry, what was the question again?” 

Finally, the time for the end of the panel came, and the last question took Joe a second to respond: “What are you most proud of in your life?” 

“Well,” he started. “I’m proud of myself for a lot, if I can say that without coming off as a douchebag. But my own accomplishments pale in comparison to my wife, she… She’s amazing. I’m constantly in awe of her and all that she’s done for me, all of the late nights she spends with our son while I work, supporting me and loving me and… But this little guy. He blows my mind every day. Even as he’s sitting here, napping, he’s so much more than I ever could have imagined my son to be. I never anticipated being a father, and now I am, and even though it’s been four years, I’m still not used to him and I don’t think I ever will be. He is so smart and beautiful and… Yeah. I’m proud of Anthony. He’s the best thing I’ve ever done.”

You smiled and, as soon as Joe came offstage, you pulled him into a kiss. You felt Joe’s hands twitch underneath Anthony, obviously wanting to embrace you as he kissed you, and you pulled Anthony into your arms to allow Joe to hold you tenderly as he kissed your lips. He sighed into the kiss and touched his forehead to yours, and he mumbled, “I love you so much. Thank you for sticking around.” 

“Of course,” you told him. “I love you too, darling.” 

“I wonder if my mum can take Ant tonight,” Joe mumbled, pulling you back into another kiss. “I need some time with you.” 

“You have more con tomorrow,” you said. “Is tonight good for that?” 

“Any night is a good night for that,” Joe chuckled, and you smiled at his naughty cheek. “I think it’s time Ant has a little sister.” 

“You think so?” you asked. “Whatever you say, Mr. Quinn.” 

“And I do say, Mrs. Quinn,” Joe said. “Let me call Mum and see if she can take the little monster. He was so good for me, he just slept the whole time.” 

“He’s not a monster,” you said with a smile, bouncing Anthony as he yawned and started to wake up. His thumb was popped in his mouth and you carefully pulled it out, and Anthony whined and sucked the corner of his blankie into his mouth. “He’s the most special little boy in the world.”

“He sure is,” Joe said, and his big eyes were full of love as he looked at the two of you, his wife and son. “The best boy ever.” 

[chaoticgood-munson]

Afterglow - Joe Quinn x Fem!Reader

Hi

This is my first Joe Quinn fic. Please take it easy on me

I just want to say thank you to @icallhimjoey, @ghostinthebackofyourhead, and @mybffjoe for the encouraging words and advice. I love you guys

Based off the song Afterglow by Ed Sheeran

This is an RPF so please don't read if that makes you uncomfortable

Word count: 2k

Joe felt a gentle pressure running along the bridge of his nose in light strokes, the soft touch beginning to wake him up. He let out a tired hum while his eyes started to crack open, vision blurry as they tried to adjust from his heavy slumber. The first thing he saw was your silhouette sitting in front of him as his eyes began to focus, your shape and features getting clearer in just a few seconds before everything sharpened and he was looking at you clearly now. 

A lazy, tired smile was placed on Joe’s lips briefly as he took the sight of you in. You were in one of his shirts, hanging off one of your shoulders where he could see your soft skin that he wanted to bite into but was too tired to actually do anything about it just yet. Joe loved you in his clothes. Behind you, the curtains to the window were open, and you were blocking the harsh shine of the sun from his eyes, causing a halo effect to dance off your hair in a way that made his heart nearly leap to his throat and feel as if time had stood still.

You were so goddamn beautiful.

“Good morning,” you greeted warmly, softly, your fingers leaving Joe’s nose to caress his cheek and your thumb now running along his cheekbone.

That seemed to make the world turn once again, bringing Joe out of his daze and he was suddenly not too tired anymore. He turned his head to quickly place a chaste kiss into your palm before he suddenly took hold of your wrist and pulled you to him, making you giggle as you tumbled into his chest while he wrapped an arm around you to bring you closer. Brushing his lips against yours, he mumbled a raspy, sleep-filled “Morning” before capturing your lips in a kiss, humming from the taste of coffee you’d been sipping on moments ago.

“I made you coffee,” you tried to get out, but Joe was making it quite difficult to speak with the way his lips tried to meld themselves to your own while he breathed you in through his nose.

“It can wait,” he breathed out between kisses, pulling you closer to him before he was rolling the two of you over so you were now under him, your head pressed against your pillow. It made a delightfully surprised noise escape you into the kiss, causing Joe’s lips to quirk up in a playful grin while trailing hot kisses down your jaw to your neck.

A content sigh fell from your lips at the feeling, a hand finding its way into Joe’s curly hair and scraping your nails lightly into his scalp. It sent a shiver down his spine and a small groan to leave him and vibrate into your warm skin. 

“It’ll get cold.” But you were taking Joe’s face into your hands and bringing his soft lips back to yours and kissing him with just as much love and urgency as he was giving you.

“That’s okay,” Joe assured you, softly nipping at your bottom lip. “You like cold coffee anyway.”

You hummed in agreement, but still tried to insist, “Yeah, but you hate-”

“Just need to kiss you for a little longer.” It was breathy and needy and so damn hot. His hand, the one that wasn’t cupping your neck while his thumb drew back and forth along your jawline, slid down your side before firmly taking a hold of your thigh and hooking it up and around his hip. It gave him room to press his hips deliciously into yours and caused you to moan into the kiss that Joe happily swallowed before he was letting out a huff of hot air against your lips when he did it again.

And you met Joe’s hips every time, starting slow and lazy but becoming more steady and desperate with each roll. “T-This,” you let out a small whine from the friction. “This doesn’t feel like just kissing, Joey.” But you weren’t complaining. Far from it, actually.

“Promise it’s just kissing,” Joe mumbled an assurance into your lips, stilling his hips but keeping them pressed to yours before leaning his head back, away from the kiss to look down at you. His eyes danced along your face, taking in your flushed cheeks and wet lips that had turned a slightly darker shade of pink from the ferocity of your kiss. 

Fucking stunning.

Joe let out a whine from his throat when he sighed through his nostrils before diving back in, planting kisses against your lips in shallow, open-mouthed smooches. It made your brain feel fuzzy, giggling from his antics and bringing your hands to his cheeks. You loved the way his stubble scratched against your fingertips, dragging your thumbs along the light scruff. His hand left your thigh and dragged back up your body, tracing along your curves before making its way up to your hair and cradling the back of your head. He pulled away once again, just so he could see your beautiful face. 

“I love you so much,” he told you through an exhale, words full of adoration and disbelief. Disbelief at the fact that he called you his and you called him yours. It didn’t matter to Joe how long the two of you had been together, he would never let go of this feeling, holding on tighter to it for as long as you would let him. 

With one last, deep kiss, Joe pulled away to roll off the bed before looking for a shirt in the dresser. He didn’t give you a chance to ask where he was going. “M’making breakfast. Your favorite.” Grabbing the coffee you had set down for him on the bedside table, poured into his favorite mug, he took a sip and moaned appreciatively at the taste while leaving the bedroom.

You sat up in bed as you watched Joe leave, feeling flustered from just moments ago. Eyes lingering on the spot where Joe had just been sleeping, you ran your hand along the warm sheets. Music started playing softly from the kitchen, the chords of a familiar song flowing through the spaces of your home. It made you feel as if a blanket were being wrapped around you, or Joe’s arms. You’d accept the ladder more than the former. But he was in the kitchen right now, so the best you could do was lie back down and curl yourself in a blanket that smelled like him with your head resting on his pillow that also had his scent, clouding your senses with Joe.

It was definitely going to be one of those days. You’d confirmed it the moment you’d woken up. Joe was usually the one to wake up before you, but he’d just gotten home from traveling for work and you knew he needed to stay asleep for a little longer than normal while you’d made him his coffee. It was going to be just the two of you today. No phones, no TV, no disturbances. This was a normal occurrence in your relationship, to let yourselves forget about the world and just be wrapped up in each other’s presence, each other’s love.  

“Babe!” You hadn’t realized you were falling asleep until Joe was calling for you, making you nearly jump out of your skin from the suddenness. “Come here!”

His tone confused you, mixed with excitement and wonder. After slowing your racing heart, you called back, “What is it?”

“Just get over here!”

“Okay, okay,” you laughed. Untangling yourself from the blankets and hopping out of the bed, you grabbed your own mug of coffee that was on the same bedside table as Joe’s had been before making your way out of your shared bedroom and to the kitchen to see what Joe had been so adamant about you seeing.

As soon as you entered the kitchen, Joe was coming up to you to stand behind you and covered your eyes with his hands. “Joe, what-”

“Just…just let me do this,” he cut off your worries with a kiss to your shoulder blade as he guided you around the kitchen. It made your heart flutter, so you obeyed. A second later, you were standing still. “You ready?”

“Joe,” you laughed breathily at the silliness of it all.

“Are you?” he asked, still not taking his hands from your eyes.

“Yes, yes! Just show me!”

Without another word, Joe was removing his hands from your eyes so you could finally see what he had been so excited about. You were standing in front of the window above your kitchen sink, looking out to the little garden just outside. The sudden brightness caused your eyes to screw briefly before trying to open them again. The brightness coming through the window wasn’t from the sun, but from the half foot of white that covered the ground and fall leaves. 

“It’s snowing,” Joe told you as if you weren’t looking at the same thing he was. You could hear the smile in his voice. “The first snowfall of the year.”

You let out a breath as you looked around the garden through the kitchen window in wonder. It didn’t matter how often you had seen snow over the years of your life, the first snowfall of the season would always leave you breathless.

You loved when it would snow. When you were younger, but especially now. It made the world quieter and these days with Joe feel all the more special. All you could think about was getting back into bed with him, back under the covers while keeping one another warm as you kissed lazily. Joe would more than likely open one of his favorite books and read to you. It would easily lull you to sleep, hearing his soothing voice, your head resting in his lap while his hand that wasn’t holding the book traced along your neck absently. 

Joe watched you intently, watching as your eyes grew bigger in awe while watching fat snowflakes fall from the sky and land on the ground. He loved the snow as well, but what he loved more was the way you loved it. He loved the way you would pull him to bed on a day just like this with the intent of staying curled in the blankets and his arms, loved that you wore his sweaters and sweatpants around the house more often during this season to stay warm, and he especially loved sitting in front of the fireplace as he read a book out loud for the both of you to enjoy while you would slowly fall asleep with your head in his lap.

It was his home.

You were his home.

The soft voice of Samuel Beam drew Joe from his thoughts and back to now as the song ‘Flightless Bird, American Mouth’ filled the kitchen. And if Joe didn’t know a perfect moment when he saw one. His heart swelled, wrapping his arms around you from behind and pressing a kiss into your hair as he started to sway with you to the song. He hummed the lyrics absently, feeling your arms cover over his around your middle.

Joe grinned, taking your hand and turning you around until you were now facing him. You gasped softly at the sudden action before being replaced with a bubbly laugh when Joe brought you close to him once more as he started to dance with you to the song. Your heart fluttered for the love you had for this man, resting your head against his chest as Joe held you close while singing along softly.

This is exactly where the two of you wanted to be, the atmosphere radiating in your love as it seemed to pour out of you both. Listening to one another’s hearts, each other’s breaths. The rest of the world didn’t matter, only this moment. 

Joe’s arm tightened around your waist, pulling you closer so you could feel his heart beat with yours, feel the heat of his fiery love that seeped through to your skin and into your bones until you were burning just as bright for him. The words didn’t need to be said, not now, not when you could feel yourselves holding tightly to this feeling.

And you would hold onto it your entire lives.

[keeponquinning]

M’KAY. you’ve really done it now. all i can think of is sick reader, completely bedridden and exhausted with illness. joe kissing your neck, your hands, anywhere he’s sure he won’t hurt you. rubbing his hand across your scalp, massaging the ache until you fall asleep. bringing you a warm beverage in bed. making sure you get something to eat. I’M SOFT. ENOUGH OF THIS !!!!!!!!

sdfksdfj okay but i am planning a little ficlet in here with me series bc i'm lame and always thinking of them™️ where reader is sick and he takes care of her but IMAGINE THIS

reader being the type that likes to suffer alone, but Joe is not having any of that.

he makes you soup from scratch, bc of course he does. do you like noodles? we're getting the fresh stuff that's super expensive and you're like, "...ramen cups would have been great" and he's just looking at you like "the fuck are you talking about? i love you. but what the fuck."

he's always there with a cup of tea, as well. wrapping you in a blanket when you're shivering, but also using himself as your weighted blanket that just smells really good and gives great kisses.

you try not to kiss his lips, and he takes great offense about it.

"I don't want to get you sick, idiot!"

"I'm not going anywhere?! love me. stop denying me what i want."

"you want my germs???"

"yes! y'know what? yes, i do. stop hogging them to yourself."

"-sniffles- you're an idiot."

"are you sniffling because you're sick or because i got you emotional?"

"...i don't know."

he would keep touching you and massaging where it aches. yes. him and his magic fingers. he would check your temperature with a kiss on your forehead and pressing his cheek there as well. "Just as I thought. You are hot, so hot you're blazing. you've always have been, though..."

And you just stare at him, bc while flattering, you're sick, he needs to stop, but he just grins away like a school boy who thinks he's so funny.

he kinda is. but you are in no mood to tell him. just sit and sulk...but with a tiny smile that makes his grin even wider.

[browneyedjoe]

so, a cheeky and honestly filthy (for me) joe blurb. very much inspired by @lovejosephquinn recent blurb re their horny christmas eve morning thoughts. but okay, seriously, let’s imagine -:

p.s. also inspired by the 5 mimosas i've had in the last hour and my thought process after seeing this video.

p.p.s. this is officially the first smut i've written and i'm stressed because i'm very particular about the smut i read so any feedback is appreciated.

merry crisis, ya'll

it’s very early morning, the sun not yet risen but the sky a light shade of midnight blue. you’re peacefully asleep, duvet wrapped around your partially naked body and your hair, splayed on your pillow as if you were a mermaid underwater. you feel a shift, physically, a gentle yet repetitive knock that undulates your body back and forth. your sleep, lightly disturbed, but you decide to ignore it, subconsciously acknowledging it was too early to be awake. it happens again; something, or albeit, someone rocking softly side to side. your eyes scrunch - alright, you’re definitely awake now. with your back facing joe, you assume he’s gotten up to get a glass of water or to use the loo. but now, with your mind wide awake, you hear it - the melodic rhythm of quiet moans that escape the full lips of your boyfriend. you couldn’t believe your luck. slowly, you turn around as if you’re rousing from a dream and not perturbed by the fact that joe is ‘discreetly’ rubbing his erection with a lazy hand, under some dreamy impression that you don’t have any idea what he’s doing. “fucking h-“ joe exhales, accompanied with a sound of slick; you picture his hand, the palm of it covered in a mix of spit and precum, jutting up and down his hard cock. you think of the shine of rubies, synonymous with the colour of the head of his dick and the red of his lips, the bottom of which is being bitten, trapping shut any harsh breaths and filthy words so desperately trying to escape. smirking with your eyes close, you wrap an arm around the lower part of his hip, pelvis thrusting, you feel the rise and fall of his gut. the air is trapped there and fucking hell, joe is really trying his hardest now to not make it obvious that he’s seconds away from coming. “thinking of that cunt, fuck-please” and you feel your own slick start to pool between your legs. could you get away with squeezing your thighs together to get some relief? maybe? god, know knows…you’ve been here before, half asleep until joe is walking next to you without a second thought that it’s 3am. he’s shaking now, breathing uneven and stilted. this is when he starts gripping the swollen head of his cock, his other hand quickly grabbing at his balls and then reaching out to touch the softness of your body. “jesus, gonna c-cum”. your hand, which was still precariously laid atop his hip, starts to squeeze the bone there, and he knows - fuck, he knows you’re awake and within an instant, he gets up onto his knees, tossing the duvet off to expose your chest and with a few more jerks, he’s spilling his load all over your breasts. his release is loud and finite, like the pop of a balloon at a birthday party. joe is squeezing your left breast, pinching at the nipple when he finishes milking his cock. you hear him chuckle, “i know your were awake as soon as you turned over”. joe flops his body back down on the bed, neck to you and lowers his hand to your covered cunt, pulling the material to the side to push his index into the wet, “did you enjoy yourself, you little creep?”. you feel his smirk against your lips as he kisses you hastily. he knows you love hearing him with himself; the voyeurist in you completely satisfied with what has transpired. joe’s cum still adorns your skin, letting it settle there whilst he dip a finger into you, then two, then three, and then he kisses you again - so fucking hard - “let’s take care of this, shall we?”.

[larakb117]

LONDON ADVENTURE

Joseph Quinn & female y/n

Summary: Just smutty smut with Joe & female y/n.

Content warning: rpf, smut (18+), oral (female & male receiving), fluff

Part 12

The next few days were packed with appointments for Joe. You attended his Tonight Show appearance and actually got to know Jimmy Fallon himself. He was a funny and polite guy, introducing himself to you the moment you and Joe arrived at the NBC studios, right after you had went on top of that building: Rockefeller Center. The view from up there was mindblowing. Looking at Central Park, the Empire State Building and the stunning One World Trade Centre in the background let goosebumps run down your whole body.

The tonight show was really fun, a newcomer band performed, you were able to sit in the crowd right at the front. A few minutes before the show officially started some scattered seats got filled with some more people. You got a glimpse at one of them, who wore a Joseph Quinn shirt, crying in her seat. Joe sat in his seat, answered Jimmys questions and just looked so handsome. They both played Mad Lip Theatre together, which was hilarious and actually one of your favorite challenges they do on the show, so it was pretty cool to see it live. After they had finished filming the show, you were guided back to Joes backstage room. You rushed into his arms as soon as you stepped into the room: “Babe, you were amazing!”, Joe hold you close and kissed your forehead. “Thanks, love.” His hands rubbed your back up and down. You looked up to him, he stood really straight while you kind of sank into his arms, that’s why your little height difference multiplied by, what felt like, 5. Joe hold you for a couple of minutes. “Wanna grab something to eat?” You nodded and loosened the tight grip on his upper body.

Just some streets downtown from the NBC Studios you and Joe took a seat outside of one off the restaurants on the side of the street. Like always Joe hold your hand with his, they laid right in the middle of the table between you. After a bit of chatting and eating the food you had ordered you just sat their together and watched the most diverse people walking by. Suddenly one of those persons stopped rapidly and looked at Joe in disbelief once she perceived him. “Oh my god, you are Joseph Quinn!” Joe smiled shyly and ran his hand through his hair: “Yeah.”, he simply said. The girl chuckled nervously and stared at Joe for a moment. “You want to take a picture or something?”, Joe obviously tried to break the awkward silence between them. “Oh, yes. Hahaha!”, the girl laughed and her face turned red immediately. Joe stood up, laid his hand on her shoulder and they took a selfie. “What`s your name darling?”, Joe asked. “I´m Cara.”, she answered, shaking because of her tension. “Can I hug you?”, Cara asked. Joe went straight in, and hugged Cara. It was a long hug, definitely distant but you still felt a little sting in your chest. He also rubbed her back, not like he did with you, but still, the little sting was there. Joe broke the hug and sat back down at the table: “Have a lovely day, Cara!”, he winked at her and waved, when she turned around and continued her walk.

Joe looked at you: “You okay?”, he obviously had recognized your nervous hand scratching, that you always did when you felt uncomfortable. He tried to reassure you with a tiny smile and a little hand squeeze as he took your hand again. “Yeah, yeah…”, Joe did not believe you for sure. He knew exactly what was going on, you could see it in his eyes. Just a few days with him, but you already knew each other that well. “D´you know what? We should get to the hotel now.” He cheekily smiled at you now. You immediately understood. The sting was gone. Joe chuckled, grabbed your arm and ran to the next available cab with you.

The moment the backdoor of the cab got closed and Joe had told the driver the address of the hotel, he attacked your neck by roughly kissing and und running his tongue up and down, your head fell to the side to give him better access. His tongue touched your earlobe where he started to nibble a bit. Everything he did with his mouth made you moan, no matter which part of your body he touched with it. His hands got caught in your hair, you clenched your thighs together, you needed him right now. The cab driver cleared his throat at the front seat and Joe and you, separated right away. “We´re here.”

Joe paid and again grabbed your arm, teared you out of the car and into the lift at the hotel lobby. You were alone, so Joe kissed you again and again, your body stuck between his and the lift wall, this time it was sensual kisses on your lips. The fast switch from rough and passionate to slow and soft made your head dizzy. The lift door opened, Joe ran down the hall to your room and opened it with the key card. In chuckles you entered the room, Joe rapidly pushed you to the nearest wall and kissed you. His mouth wandered from your lips, down your jaw and neck and over the blouse you had decided for this morning. He pushed the waistband of it a little bit up, to gently kiss your lower stomach.

Roughly he pushed down your jeans and panties underneath at the same time. They were wrapped around your ankles now while Joe started to kiss you where you really needed him. You bumped your head to the wall in your arousal. Joe lifted your left leg up on his shoulder, he was on his knees for you. The little pressure of his tongue on your clit while he grabbed your thighs made you cum fast and hard. Your hands were tangled in his curls, trying to push him even more into your pussy, riding out your high against his face. His name escaped your throat several times, mixed with loud moans and sighs.

Joe removed your leg from his shoulder and guided you to the bed, where you laid in front of him. He removed your jeans completely, and opened the buttons of you shirt, until you were displayed entirely naked for him. He bit his lower lip and looked you deep in the eyes. “Damn, you are the most beautiful human I know, love.” You shyly smiled and sat up to undress him too. You could see his bulge clearly forming in his pants.

His shirt went to the floor, his pants followed them, then his boxers, his cock sprang free and for the first time, you felt like you wanted to try one of those things you were afraid of the whole time. “I want to blow you.”, you said to Joe staring at his hard cock right in front of your head. “You… what?”, Joe heavily exhaled. Now you looked up to him: “I want to blow you, Joe.” “You want my dick in your mouth?” “Yes.”, you were so sure, but Joe was obviously unsure about it. “You don’t want it?” “Oh I would love to, y/n. But are you sure about that?” You hectically nodded and touched his length, to start off, with your right hand. He moaned into the touch, which made you smile in pride. Your hand pumped his cock a few times, precum leaking out of it.

Then you wrapped your lips around his tip. Joe couldn’t contain a loud grunt. His hands were in your hair, slightly pulling at them. You loved the effect it had on him. You slowly started to get some more of his cock into your mouth, your tongue playing with it too, Joe letting out the filthiest sounds. “Oh, I´m so close.” You sucked him harder, taking more and more of his hard cock into your mouth, almost your throat, until your gag reflex kicked in. His breathing got heavier, which made you pussy throb. You needed him, very bad. “Y/n, I´m cumming. Where?”, was everything Joe managed to get out. You wanted him right inside, so you did not let go, when you felt his cock twitching in between your lips. The hot rope of cum shot down your throat, a weird but good feeling, you swallowed all his cum straight away.

Joe let out the loudest groan you ever heard from him. His hands were still in your hair with a tight grip, pushing your head more onto his cock which let it touch the back of your throat. He tasted amazing. You would have never thought that you would do something like this: deep throating a man in a hotel room in New York City.

Joe giggled a bit, and pulled his cock out of your mouth. “Damn, that was great.”, he sighed and sat down on the floor, aligning his face with yours. The entire time he had stood, while you kneeled on the bed. Joe smiled at you: “Thank you.” He cupped your cheek and pulled you in for a kiss. It was loving, long and intense. You wondered if he could taste himself in the kiss. “Already excited for the next time.”, you cheekily smiled back at Joe.

You hadn’t thought that it would be so enjoyable for yourself to give somebody a blowjob, but it was, at least with Joe. “It´s your turn again now.” He pushed you on your back onto the bed, and crawled on top of you. His hands next to your head at first he started to slow kiss you, running his tongue around your lips and then into your mouth, when you slightly opened it. One of his hands left the position to gently touch your clit.

Your whole body clenched together, you moaned into his mouth, deepening the wet kiss even more. “Joe.” “Yes?” “Please…” Joe interrupted your kiss and went straight down on you. His arms spread your legs, you tried to watch him but your head fell back the moment he laid his mouth on your clit. Moans, grunts, sighs, groans left your throat. He was so good at this, he never missed. Now it was your turn to bury your hands in his hair. The noises he made, while sucking you down there made you crazy in the best way possible. His head was trapped between your thighs now, your hands pushing him more and more in. His hands had a tight grip on your thighs as well. You slightly pushed up your hips, hovering over the sheets underneath. You were close, very close.

Joe added one of his fingers in your throbbing hole, a second one joined just a few seconds later, hitting your sweet spot instantly because he curled his fingers just the right angle. That made you scream his name. Your hotel neighbours were probably pretty annoyed by the constant sex noises from your room, but you didn´t care. All you could think about right now was the orgasm building up. You came hard, and loud, obviously. Joe left your soaking temple and hovered right above your face with a wide smile. “Was it good?” “You dumbass!” , you both bursted into an uncontrollable laugh. After some cuddling, kissing and making out you decided to have a pee, safety first. Your girlfriends always told you about that, but the sex you and Joe had within the last week never really led up to you leaving for the bathroom. You simply really had to pee.

To be continued…

@eviethetheatrefreak

[harrywavycurly]

Texting Joseph Quinn Part 21: Sunscreen

Masterlist: here

A/N: I just love the Troublesome Trio and also sorry I haven’t updated this series in ages🙈✨

*You just want to discuss where you’re going to go on vacation but as always the boys have to make it difficult*

[lovejosephquinn]

imessage idea: you & joe broke up months ago, you’ve not heard from him in weeks, but then he breaks the silence and reclaims your heart. 🥺

Oh be still my aching heart. This one’s real sad and gushy but hopefully a happy ending. ❤️‍🩹

[blairrwaldorfs]

Is It Over Now?

Joseph Quinn x Fem!Reader

Summary: Fake dating your flatmate, Joe, should be a simple thing. It meant you get to help get his ex back, and it meant you get to stop your parents' nagging about bringing someone home for once. But what happens when fake dating turns into something unexpected? Now, what?

Author's Note: Sorry for the delay! But here we go! A little peek inside Joe's mind and feelings :)

Disclaimer: 18+

Wordcount: 3.3K

part one - part two - part three - part four - part five - part six - part seven - part eight - part nine - part ten

Joe knew what he wanted for a long time now.

He knew ever since the first night that you two had done this agreement. He knew when you walked out of your room, wearing that mini black dress of yours that made him want to just cancel this ridiculous agreement and focus on moving on instead. Joe knew when he had kissed you for the first time. 

Those soft lips that touched his. Those big brown eyes that seemed to always made him forget that there was a world around him that probably thought how much he was in awe of you. The way your lips would curl into a smile, and your laughter that sounded like music in his ears. The way the noise of the pub that night had faded when you had stood between his legs and leaned down to kiss him. 

It made him forget about himself for a moment. 

It made him forget the world. 

It was just you and him. 

It made him forget about the idea that you were kissing him to make Ivy jealous. You kissed him that night and ever since then, it was embedded into his veins. Embedded into his brain. 

Then, you had worn that silver silk dress and the whole night, Joe was asking the Universe if this was his punishment for bringing you into this mad idea of his. His eyes were on you the whole time, and you stood there and talked to his friends like you didn’t have the care in the world. Joe, on the other hand, was kicking himself completely for being such an idiot. For thinking that someone like you would fall for someone like him. 

Someone who was indecisive and couldn’t even organize his life well. 

Meeting your parents was a different thing. That was when Joe had realized there was so much in you that you kept hidden from the world for a long time. The anxiety and nervousness that electrified your bones that night was something he never saw in you before. Right before you both arrived at your parents’ house, Joe just wanted to hold you and tell you that everything was going to be okay. That he was there next to you no matter what happened. However, Joe knew the boundaries that you have drawn between yourself and other people. 

In fact, Joe barely had seen you ever hug Sara or Abby whenever they came over to the flat. There was always that distance that you have put up. Always an arm’s length even with your closest friends. When your mother had kept shooting her words towards you that night, Joe quickly realized as to why you had put up that boundary between everyone. 

You felt like you were never enough. 

He saw it in your eyes when your mother kept bringing you down with her commentaries. Your eyes grew dimmed, and you suddenly had fallen inside a dark pit inside your brain. Almost like you found a room inside your mind and hid yourself in there and locked the door until you had disappeared from your body. Your eyes stared into an empty nothingness in front of you, and Joe couldn’t help but slid his hand with yours under the table.

Blinking a few times, he saw how you slowly came back to your body. As if his touch had sent a signal into your brain and to come out from that dark room. He felt you squeezed his hand gently as he defended you in front of your mother. 

It was almost like a silent thank you. 

For Joe, he would defend you to anyone who would say negative things about you because how could they say something like that about you? 

Finding you in your room alone that night, Joe saw the melancholy in your eyes, and he just wanted to take you up in his arms and tell you that you were better than them. That you were so much more than whatever your mind was telling you at that moment. Joe wanted to tell you how much the thought of you was slowly occupying his mind every night. How much of your presence just immediately jumps starts his heart. Joe wanted to tell you that your eyes sparkled, and your smile sent electricity in every bone of his body. 

He had fallen. 

Hard.

He couldn’t bear to see you like this. Joe saw the way you had pushed down your emotions inside of you. He saw the embarrassment and frustration that washed over you when your mum and dad had started yelling downstairs. He knew that he wasn’t just going to sit there and make you feel as if this was your fault because it wasn’t.

And when he had held you in his arms, he wanted to just freeze the world around the both of you. He wanted that moment to last because it was the first time he had held you without having to pretend. Without having to do a little acting around strangers. If you would ask Joe, he wanted to stop this agreement already because that was the night that he had realized that the one person he had been falling for was the one in his arms. Not Ivy nor anyone else.

It was you. 

But that night wasn’t about him. It was about every scar that you hid under your skin from people. It was about how much you had to endure your mother’s words that made bullet wounds in your heart. It was about how much your parents had picked and pulled you apart your whole life, and you were left there until there was nothing left inside of you. 

Joe knew that, and he wanted to tell you how strong and magnificent you were. How none of those things that your mother had described you was true. 

But how come he couldn’t? How come he was being such a coward?

Was there a part of him that made him feel as if he couldn't face you because he was embarrassed over the fact that he was so obsessed with Ivy that he didn’t realize the one person he had been falling hard for was his flatmate?

That he couldn't seem to end the agreement because he was scared he wasn’t going to see much of you anymore if this all ended? That maybe, you didn’t feel that way about him?

Everyday, he avoided seeing you. He was barely home. Always crashing at his friends’ house just so he could avoid these feelings that were eating him up because why the fuck did he made up this plan? Why the hell was he still acting like he wanted Ivy back? In all honesty, Joe hasn’t even paid attention to her. She had called him a few times, but he was ignoring it. 

“Oh, c’mon, Joe…” Ivy slid her hands up on his chest. “Kiss me.”

It was one of those nights where you both had gone to the pub because Ivy and her friends were celebrating something. Joe had excused himself, and you didn’t say anything. 

You weren’t bothered over the fact that he was going outside the alley with Ivy. You sat by the bar and nodded your head as you drank your martini. So, he made another ridiculous decision and kept acting like he still wanted Ivy.

Sneaking out with her into the dark alley behind the pubs wasn’t really the best idea. Alcohol was running through his veins, his mind kept telling him that you didn’t feel that way about him, and his emotions were controlling him. He would find himself making out with Ivy to get rid of the unrequited feelings. 

He was insane. 

You were right about that. He didn’t understand how much he could care for someone until you entered his life. Sure, he was infatuated with Ivy, but this feeling was different when he was around you. 

He forgets about himself. He forgets about the world that was around him. 

With Ivy, he always wanted to prove to her friends and the world that he was deserving to be with her but with you… He just gets lost in you. He was able to be just… Joe. 

It was true that he was obsessed with Ivy during his relationship with her, but it wasn’t Ivy that he was obsessed with. It was the idea of her that he had written in his mind. The idea of having someone that was out of his league. He was looking for something greater, and he thought he could find that in Ivy. He thought that was what he wanted, so he played her games. 

He played until both of them lost. 

However, after the night of the film festival, it seemed like Joe had lost again. The news of you moving out of the flat got his mind reeling again. He didn’t want to let you go without him telling you how he felt. He knew it was a risk, but he had to tell you. You deserved to know what he felt about you and when he had kissed you, he thought you felt the same way about him. Until you decided to run off that night. 

He couldn’t help but scold himself mentally for making you so uncomfortable. 

For making you run away.

For losing you all at once. 

“Ivy.” Joe opened the front door of the flat that night. 

He found Ivy standing in front of him, her eyes sparkling and an excited smile plastered on her face as she threw himself into his embrace. 

Joe stood frozen. He was paralyzed as Ivy gripped her arms around his torso and buried her face on his chest.

“What are you doing here?” Joe asked, voice sounded ice cold. 

Slowly, Ivy slipped her arms away from his body and her smile faded as she gazed up at him. Joe could see the disappointment in her eyes as she walked past him and entered the flat. Sighing, Joe closed the door behind him before turning to face Ivy, who had her arms crossed in front of her chest. 

“Why are you acting like you haven’t spent weeks trying to get my attention?” Ivy asked, her voice sounded like she was insulted. 

“I…” Joe shook his head. “I wasn’t trying to get your attention. At least not for a long time now.”

Ivy let out a scoff. Her eyes studied the flat, and Joe could see that she was trying to look for a sign of you. If only Joe knew where you were too. He wanted to talk to you and apologize for making you uncomfortable by kissing you. 

“What do you want, Ivy?” Joe asked.

“You.” Ivy immediately replied, her eyes finding his. “C’mon, Joe. Really? Your flatmate? Her? We both knew you only were using her to get my attention, and you won. You got my attention.”

Ivy slid her hands up on Joe’s chest, but he was quick to grip her wrists gently and pulled her hands away from him. Ivy knitted her brows together as she stared at Joe. He could tell that she was trying to understand what was going on between him and her. 

“It’s over, Ivy.” Joe murmured. “You said it yourself, remember? This isn’t working out.”

“But I thought…” Ivy shook her head, panicked that she was misunderstanding everything. 

“Well, you thought wrong.” Joe answered. “So, please. Can you leave?” 

Joe opened the front door for her, but she was repeatedly shaking her head as tears welled up in her eyes. Joe exhaled a sharp breath. He knew what she was doing, and he didn’t want to cause any scene, especially that it was Ivy. She liked the drama, and she loved the center of attention. He didn’t need his neighbors complaining about her causing a scene in the middle of the night.

“No, don’t.” Joe shook his head, closing the door. “Ivy, stop.”

“Joe, I love you.” Ivy blurted out the words, a tear rolling down her cheek.

Oh, fuck.

This wasn’t what he wanted to hear from her at all. He took a step forward towards her as she quietly cried in front of him. 

“Ivy…” Joe murmured. “Please.”

Ivy walked closer to Joe and wrapped her arms around his waist, pulling him into an embrace. Joe, however, stood there. His limbs felt paralyzed, he couldn’t move, while Ivy sobbed on his chest. Joe didn’t know if this was just her pretending, so he’ll take her back or she was actually crying because she had lost him. Either way, he wasn’t falling for any of it. He was so tired of her games. 

“Ivy.” He said sternly, taking her arms off his torso. “This is what you wanted, remember? You were right. This thing between us hasn’t been working out so, please. It’s over.”

“No,” Ivy shook her head. “No, no. I was wrong. I was. I love you, Joe. There’s no one else I want but you.” 

Joe watched as Ivy literally crumbled in front of his eyes, and he stood there unable to move his body. He didn’t know what to do. He felt bad for Ivy because in some time, he did care about her. He didn’t want to hurt her like this, but he was also unable to trust her after playing her games all the time. He was over that. He didn’t want that anymore. 

“I’m sorry.” Joe murmured, shaking his head. 

Ivy wiped her tears with the back of her hand and nodded her head. He saw that she was slowly realizing that she couldn’t do anything about this anymore. Joe exhaled a sharp breath, walking towards her and embraced her in his arms. He felt her body tremble as she sobbed the moment he held her in his arms. Even if Joe didn’t feel that way about her anymore, he still had a history with her. So, when he saw that she seemed a little too unstable to go home, he offered her to stay over for the night until she was okay. He didn’t want her going home like this, especially after the fact that he was the reason why she was sobbing in his arms uncontrollably. 

“Bye Joe.” That was the last thing Ivy said to him the next morning. 

The front door closed, and Joe was left alone in his own thoughts again. Thoughts about where you have been all night. You didn’t come home at all, and he wondered where you were and if you were okay. Knowing you, he knew that maybe you were with Sara and Abby, but he just hoped that you were okay. 

When you had entered that morning still wearing the same dress you had worn at the event, high heels in your hands and red rimmed eyes, he knew you had been crying too.

He couldn’t help but scold himself for hurting you and Ivy. 

“Hey,” Joe was just fixing the sofa that Ivy had slept in. “Can we talk?”

Your eyes looked exhausted, and he knew you had been crying. He knew it was because of him, and he wished he could just take you up in his arms at this moment and apologized for being such an ass because what the fuck was wrong with him? He should have ended this agreement long ago but because of his fears, he couldn’t bring himself to do it. He wasn’t ready to just lose you like that.

However, he had already lost you, right? 

The moment you had told him that you were moving out now, he knew you were serious about this. He knew that it was because of the stupid shit he had put you through. Although, Joe couldn’t let you go without at least letting you know how he felt. Without letting you know that he loved you. 

You were pushing him away. You were pushing your feelings away because he knew you didn’t want to get hurt anymore. He knew that you didn’t want to suffer the same fate as your parents’ marriage, but he didn’t want to give you that. He wanted to make you happy. He wanted to give you all the love in the world. This was something he never felt about anyone before. This was something he was willing to do anything for so he could hold you in his arms because the thought of losing you was ripping his heart out in pieces. 

“I love you.” Joe murmured, and he saw the emotions that suddenly washed over you. 

Joe cupped your face in his hands, his chocolate button eyes looking for yours. His thumb softly tracing your lips. Every trembling bone of his body just wanted to kiss you. He wanted to hold you, and he wanted to put a smile on your face. He wanted to split himself open and let you in. He wanted to know all the dark corners of your mind and replace them with light. 

“I love you so much.” Joe whispered. “It consumes every bone of my body every day and knowing that I couldn’t hold you in my arms, it kills me.”

And then that was it.

Something had snapped inside of you, and Joe saw it in your eyes. You gave him that permission that you were finally letting go, and you were accepting and believing him. Joe didn’t hesitate to kiss you and held you in his arms, and he was flying. Every part of him was desperate for you, and pulling you close in his arms wasn’t enough. 

He needed you closer. 

He kissed you like he had been waiting for this moment to happen. Like he had been waiting for his whole life to hold you in his arms, and you were finally here.

If Joe could capture every moment he had with you that night, he would. He would revisit them every time and replay them in his mind because that was everything to him. Feeling your heated body pressed against his and the small moans that would escape your lips made him insane. 

“I’m terrified, Joe.” You uttered those words to him. 

He knew what was going on in your mind. He knew all the scenarios that were slowly creeping up in your brain, but he wanted to take all of those away. He wanted to make sure that he wasn’t going to break your trust. He wanted to make sure that you could feel his love for you because the way he felt about you didn't have enough words to ever describe it. 

As your bodies merged together, Joe touched you so delicately. He touched you and kissed every inch of you, wanting to memorize it. He wanted to kiss away all the pain, kiss away all your fears. 

He was so in love with you. 

And his heart was about to explode in happiness as he held you in his arms. His thoughts were gone and time had stopped. All he could focus on was you being in his arms. Your head laying on his chest, his fingers softly brushing your hair, and your eyes fluttering close. Your chest heaving as you tried to catch your breath, and your soft skin against his. 

He didn’t think he could feel this much pressure in chest. 

He didn’t think that you being in his bed, in his arms could make him lose oxygen in his lungs and at the same time, it was making him feel so alive. 

So, when morning came, he also didn’t think he could feel this much hurt in his chest. 

Fluttering his eyes open, Joe felt the bed next to him empty. Joe felt the cold air and your presence gone. At the beginning, he thought maybe you had gone to the bathroom but after a few minutes, acceptance had washed over him.

You were gone, and he didn’t know what he did for you to run away like that again.

Was last night didn’t mean as much to you as it did to him?

Was that all? 

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[joequinnisgod]

When craving warmth

Pairing: Joseph Quinn x f!reader

Warnings: rpf, smut (protected p in v), teasing, i dunno what else..

Word count: 1.5k

A/N: Hiii, it’s been a while………sorry about that :( But here’s a soft!dom!Joe story! I’m also working on other stories, hopefully I’ll be able to finish them soon..

It was late at night when you finally got into bed next to Joseph. Even though you told him not to wait for you, he insisted and tried his best to stay awake, but eventually tiredness got the best of him. He was half asleep when he felt the mattress dip next to him and felt you snuggling up next to him.

He hissed when you rested your cold fingers on his arm, trying to get warmed up as soon as possible.

"Your hands are freezing, love." He murmured as the took your hand in his and intertwined your fingers.

"M'sorry." You whispered and pressed your lips on the warm skin of his back. "Did I wake you?"

"No, I wasn't fully asleep yet."

Still craving warmth, you pressed your feet against his legs, causing him to jump a little.

"Jesus, what the fuck? You just took a shower, how are you so cold?"

"I don't know, I just am."

"...Want me to warm you up?" His voice instantly got deeper and you could sense he was smiling as he took your hand in his and kissed the back of it. You murmured against his back, too tired to even speak. "Hm?"

"I won't move a muscle, though." You repeated.

"So just the usual, eh?" He teased. You slapped his back lightly at his comment, making him giggle.

"Shut up." You smiled.

"C'mon baby, let's get you warm." He turned around to face you. "Hi." He lowered his head with a smile to kiss you. You felt his warm lips softly press against yours, just slowly tasting them first. You laid on your back and let him hover over you, a satisfied hum escaping his throat.

His tongue poked your bottom lip, making you part your lips. The kiss was slow and sensual, neither of you feeling the need to hurry. After such a draining day, the only thing you needed was intimacy and the presence of your favourite person, in spite of the aching tiredness in your body.

He held himself up above you with his lower arm next to your head, his free hand caressing your side. Your hands found his cheeks in the dark – only the outside lights peeked through the window, softly illuminating the room – and your thumbs softly stroke his face, feeling the scratchiness of his beard. As you spread your legs and pulled them up to help him get more comfortable, his fingers started dancing on your skin where your shirt has ridden up a bit around your lower stomach, the ticklish sensation leaving goosebumps behind. Eventually, his lips detached from yours, making you whine, but you soon quieted down when you felt them on the side of your neck, travelling further and further down. Your fingers got lost in his curls on the back of his head as your neediness got the best of you; making your wrap your legs around his hips, locking him right above you.

"Don't, I'm cold." You stopped his hands as they were about to take your shirt off.

"Okay, baby. We'll leave it on." He placed a quick kiss on your lips. "Can I take these off, though?" His fingers traced the outline of your underwear. You nodded first – then realised he could barely see the movement of your head in the darkness.

"Mm-hmm."

He started sliding your panties down your legs slowly, his lips following the path of it. When you felt his hot breath fanning over your clit, you interrupted him again.

"No, just want you in me. Please, I just wanna feel you close." Your tone dripping in desperation.

"Alright, but I'm definitely having you for breakfast, though." He pressed a gentle kiss below your lower stomach.

His lips met your neck once again, going for that sensitive spot, making you whimper in impatience. He supported himself with his forearm sunk into the mattress next to your head as his free hand pushed his sweatpants and boxers down just enough to free himself. He reached beside you, towards the nightstand's top drawer and grabbed a condom from it. Sitting back on his heels he ripped the packaging open with his teeth and rolled the rubber down his length. After stroking himself a few times, he decided to test the waters and tease you a little. The unexpected soft tapping of his cock on your clit made you gasp at first – then you couldn't stop the whimper that desperately tried to escape your lips.

You realised what was about to go down. Your begging and needy whines were sounds that Joe could easily get off on anytime; they boosted his ego to an unreal level. Knowing you were so desperate for his touch and attention made him feel like he was on cloud nine. As his ego got the best of him, dominance started flooding his mind. He started feeling the urge to tease you..just a little.

"Does that feel good, baby?"

"Joe..oh" Another gasp left your lips as he rubbed himself between your lips. "I know..I know what you're..doing...please."

Your tone only fuelled that feeling in him. He wanted to hear and see you become a needy hot mess underneath him.

"What am I doing, darling? I’m not doin' anything." He murmured with his lips right next to your ear.

"You're te-teasing. I can't..take it tonight."

"I think you can. Be a good girl for me, hm?"

Your hands grabbed the sheets as his lips traced the side of your neck, placing there wet kisses. "Think you can do that for me?"

"I, uh...I don't know."

"Let's just see it for ourselves, okay? Tell me if it's too much." He kissed your cheek.

He stopped rubbing himself on your pussy and you felt him slide his tip down to your entrance. He slowly pushed his tip in barely, then pulled it out. Each time he pushed himself in, it was just a tad deeper than before, making you turn into that hot, whining mess he loves so much.

"Is this okay?"

"Mm-hmm."

"See? It's not so hard." His hand came up to your cheek to hold your face, his thumb stroking your warm skin.

When he was finally all the way inside you, he let out a soft moan. His hips started rocking slowly at first, then he picked up the pace a little. He pulled almost all the way out each time, before going back in as deep as he could. He wanted both of you to feel every inch of each other. Your desperate moans sounded almost too pathetic, the way he fucked you so passionately and so good was becoming overwhelming.

"You're doing so good for me, doll. So fucking good." His voice almost failed him from the intensity of your hips colliding and the feeling of intimacy and closeness; your hands on his back now – keeping him close, your nails leaving deep, red marks on his slightly sweaty skin.

"Don't you break character now." You whispered, the built up frustration from the teasing giving you an attitude – also hoping this would fire Joseph up even more. When he realised what you'd said to him, he snapped his hips hard, making you moan loudly and arch your back a tad.

"Wanna repeat that, love? Hm? Don't be so shy now." He waited if you were gonna say anything, but your silence was enough for him. "That's what I thought."

His hips started driving into you faster as his hand found your clit. The force of his thrusts made you ride up on the bed with each one as your strangled moans echoed across the room.

"Shh, it's okay, it’s okay. Let it out, baby." His lips showered your cheek with kisses, shooting you.

"I’m close.." You chocked out, hoping he'll understand.

"You wanna cum, darling?"

"Mm-hmm." You nodded, tears forming in you eyes from the overwhelming intensity. "Please, Joseph."

"Cum for me, baby." He whispered in your ear. A few moments later your back arched as you dug your nails into his back, letting out a loud, sinful moan with a few tears escaping your eyes as you shut them tight. You felt Joe's hips halt for a second balls deep inside you as a heavy moan erupted from him, euphoria flooding his mind as well.

"Oh, fuck! Baby, I love you so much."

He buried his head in the crook of your neck, pressing there hot kisses in-between heavy breaths. Your hands got lost between his curls again as you both laid there in the silent, dimly lit room.

"Are you warm now?" Joe giggled.

"I am." A couple seconds later you slapped his back.

"Hey! What was that for?"

"For the teasing."

"You loved it, don't conceal it." He grinned as he pressed his lips onto yours.

"But..it was mean." You pouted and watched him remove the used condom, tie a knot on it and toss it into the bin next to the nightstand.

"Aw, I'm sorry, love. I didn't mean to be mean. I won't do it next time, yeah?" His big brown eyes stared into yours, his eyebrows arched.

"You'll do it next time, too." You squinted.

"Yeah..probably." He whispered as he kissed you and rolled over with his arms wrapped tightly around you.

Thank you for reading, hope you enjoyed it! Have a lovely day / night <3

[babybluebex]

𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐞 𝐯𝐬.𝟐 | 𝐣𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐩𝐡 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐧𝐧 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐫𝐛

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: in new orleans, joe comes back after fan expo and wants only one thing from you (version 2 of blue) 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: joseph quinn x fem!reader (rpf) (don't like, don't read) 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬: rpf (real person fiction), smut MINORS DNI, p in v sex, unprotected sex, creampie, soft and mushy sex but also a little bit of dom!joey 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1.5k 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: ok so i said i'd write a second version to blue where it got spicier, and this is it!! hope y'all like it!

He was energized as he came through the door to the room, which was unusual. Typically, Joseph was exhausted after a day at the con, and he would usually fall asleep dead in bed before he was able to fully undress himself. You yourself were half-asleep, watching television, when the door squeaked as it opened, and Joe grinned at you. “S’up with you?” you mumbled quietly, and Joe shed off his brown leather jacket and hung it on a hanger in the closet. 

“Just feelin’ good,” Joe told you. He came to bed and kissed your forehead, smoothing down your hair, and he added, “Why’re you so sleepy?” 

“I walked all around the city today,” you told him. “Explored the French Quarter and everything… I’m pretty tired. I thought you’d be tired too.” 

“Not really,” Joe said. “I could sleep, but I’d much rather do something else.” 

“Oh, yeah?” you asked, already knowing what his answer would be. You could see his hard length through his tight jeans, nestled just at his thigh, and you smiled softly at him. Joey was insatiable when it came to you, always wanting to be on you (and in you), and it seemed that even his exhaustion from the second day of a con couldn’t tamp down his desire. “What would that be, silly?” 

Joe snapped the gum in his mouth as he smiled, and he leaned forward, kissing you softly. He tasted like his gum, the minty nicotine gum that he had started to favor as he tried to quit smoking, and his hands traveled down to your hips, shoving the blankets aside to get at you. “Maybe a little bit of this,” he mumbled, gently biting your bottom lip, and you slung your arms around his neck, pulling him back down to kiss you again. “Is this so bad?” 

“Not so bad,” you replied. “Joey, baby—“

He shushed you gently, settling his hands on the bed on either side of you to cage you into his body. It was warm, impossibly hot, against his chest, and you giggled as he bit your lip again and rolled his gum in his mouth. “Just let me, darling,” he told you. “Let me take care of my sleepy little babe.” 

You smiled and let your head fall back as Joe moved his kisses down your neck, sinking his teeth in gently and biting you playfully, and you groaned softly at the tingling pain. “Joey,” you moaned gently, and Joe moaned himself, rutting his hips against your leg. 

“I love when you call me that,” he whispered. 

“Well, you’re my Joey,” you told him, and his kisses became more urgent, his lips skating down to your shirt as his fingers worked to tug it up and off. “What else should I call you?” 

“You can call me anything you want,” Joe said. “Whatever you want, love, I’ll let you.” 

“Oh, yeah?” you asked. “I want you, baby.” 

“And you’re getting me,” Joe said. “No worries at all. C’mere…” His hands fell from you and went to his jeans, shuffling out of his shoes as he popped the side-wound button. His jeans yawned open, his half-hard cock bulging against his boxers, and he reached down to palm at his cock as his kisses resumed their greedy exploration. “Fuck, darling, you do this.” His hand fell from his cock and grabbed your wrist, and he brought your hand to his cock instead. You slipped your fingers past the band of his boxers and let his hot, thick length fill your palm, and you slowly stroked him, trying to see how much teasing you could get away with before he put a stop to it. 

“Don’t tease, darling,” Joe said quickly, catching onto your game, and his hand tightened around your wrist, squeezing, threatening. Or what? he begs you to ask, but you know better than to challenge him, especially when he’s as worked up as he is. 

“How long have you been hard?” You asked, and Joe rolls his eyes as he thinks about it. 

“On and off all day,” he said. “Been thinkin’ about seeing you ever since I left this morning.” 

“Well, I’m here now,” you told him, and Joe smiled, snapping his gum again. You helped him step out of his jeans and Valentino loafers, and your mouth watered as his cock bobbed free from his boxers. 

“Do you wanna suck my cock?” Joe asked, and you shook your head. 

“Well, yeah,” you said quickly. “But I’d rather you just fuck me.” 

“You can suck me off later,” Joe nodded, and he started to unbutton his shirt further to take it off, but you stopped him once the shirt was open.

“I like this shirt on you,” you told him. “Keep it on?” 

Joe laughed, nudging your legs open with his knee as he climbed up to kneel on the bed. He looked so gorgeous like this, naked for you, his delicious cock bobbing as he lazily tugged himself off, his lip caught between his teeth as he watched you take off your panties. You were already soaked for him, and he laughed deep in his chest again as you tugged him close by his hips. As much as you liked the lean figure he had had for Eddie, you adored the little bit of pudge on his hips and tummy, and you always made sure to let him know that you loved him no matter how he was. 

In no time at all, the head of his uncut cock was nudging your cunt, and Joe moaned softly as he caught the edge of your hole with his cock. “So wet,” he whispered. “All for me, love, just for me.” 

“Just for you,” you nodded quickly, your skin rippling with the intense pleasure that you knew he would give you, and he flexed his hips, slowly sinking inside you with a strangled moan. Your hands flew up to his neck and tugged him down into a messy kiss, and you smiled at his minty flavor as he continued on his gum. “You wanna spit that out?”

Joe sat up straight, his shirt falling open to expose his chest and belly, the thin hair leading down deliciously to the thatch above his cock. He smiled at you, crooked and mischievous, and he said, “Nah. I think you like it.” 

“Maybe,” you shrugged, and you hissed as he sank further in, your cunt stretching wide to fit him. “Fuck, Joey…” 

“You can take it,” Joe told you, his hands grabbing at yours and smoothing his thumbs down the back of your hand. Carefully, as if testing the waters, he drew his hips back and started to slowly fuck you, and he added, “My sweet girl, you can take whatever I give you.” 

“Gonna take it,” you nodded quickly, Joe’s thrusts gaining speed. He was hungry for it, you could tell, and soon he had found his rhythm, pushing and pulling for you and fucking you in all the best ways. You could feel every ridge of his cock as he slid in and out of your slick hole, the burn of him inside adding perfectly to your pleasure, and he tugged on your hands, pulling you closer to him. 

“Good fuckin’ girl,” Joe grunted as he fucked you, and you watched as his chest began to grow red with exertion, flushing under his thin hair. “Taking me, just like that… Such a sweet whore, such a good girl.” 

“Joey!” you squealed, your legs tightening around his waist. 

“Fuck, yeah, squeeze me, darling,” Joe groaned, and you hooked your ankles together, squeezing your legs tight around him. He moaned again, his cock throbbing inside you, and you pulled him in by the collar of his shirt to kiss him. His minty breath filled your head and made you dizzy, and his sloppy kiss turned sweet for a moment as he dropped your hands and captured your cheeks in his warm hands. 

“Mmm,” Joe hummed into your mouth, and your hands splayed across his hot chest, pushing the shirt aside so that you could feel his heartbeat against your palms. It was heavy and hard, his heart beating quickly, and you moaned softly into him, letting him drink up every bit of your pleasure. Moons and stars were exploding in your belly and threatening your release with every thrust he gave, and you knew that neither of you would last much longer if you continued on with this frantic fucking. 

And you were right. With a quiet pulse and a soft “Joey!”, you came, the rope inside you snapping as your legs shook around his waist. Your cunt squeezed him and milked him tight, begging him to cum without words, and your eyes rolled back at the feeling of Joe’s cock throbbing hard. “Fuck me, I’m cumming,” he said hurriedly, trying to warn you as best as he could as it snuck up on him, and you cried out when he finally filled you, pumping you full to the brim. 

Joe panted above you as he recovered, gathering you up in his arms and turning you on your sides so that he could better hold you. He was quick to shuck off his shirt and spit out his gum, and he smoothed his hand down your back as you nestled up underneath his chin. “This good, darling?” he asked, and you hummed softly, nodding. 

“This is perfect.” 

[demonsanddemogorgons]

Decided to write a little Joseph Quinn something with an idea I had bouncing around in my head 🥰🤟

One Day At A Time (Joseph Quinn x Reader One-Shot)

Eight years. That's how long you have been with your husband, married for the last three. You had spent years pushing your feelings down your throat and feeling like a broken record from repeating yourself all the time with no change. You were exhausted with having one-sided conversations about your feelings. Nothing seemed to stick with him. If you had interests, to him, they were obsessions. If you wanted to go out on a Saturday night with your friends, you were an alcoholic. If you were upset, it was an inconvenience that earned eye rolls as he asked, what now? No matter how many times you sat down to try to be civil and explain how he made you feel, it was either dismissed or he would be better for a week or two and then go right back to his usual self. This ongoing cycle had gotten old, and you decided enough was enough. You sat him down and said you were done; you couldn't take anymore. You knew deep down it was the right decision, but it still hurt. You spent eight years with him after all – since you were nineteen. You didn't know how to exist without him, how to be single. So much had changed in dating life since you had met him; it felt like you were suddenly dropped into deep water in which the waves were a little too high. How do you handle this? Beginning the divorce process was stressful enough and then you had to worry about the shit show of a dating pool that existed these days on top of it. One step at a time, you told yourself. One worry at a time. Easier said than done.

You had agreed to let your soon-to-be ex-husband keep the house. He had paid for most of the renovations that had been done since buying it, so you felt it was only fair and you preferred a fresh start. The two of you didn't have children together so there wasn't much to sort out other than that. You found an apartment that was just enough for you. You didn't need much; the newfound space you had was quite refreshing, but your mind also struggled with the new sense of loneliness as well. You knew things would get better; it was just a big adjustment. After a Saturday afternoon of going through your things and packing at the house, you decided you needed a break, and perhaps a few drinks to relax your rushing mind and crushed spirit. You grabbed what you had packed so far and stacked it in the trunk of your car, heading towards your favorite bar, one you frequented when you were in the particular mood to not pay any mind to your husband's "alcoholic" comments and enjoy some time with your friends.

You pulled into the only remaining parking space left. Hands still on the wheel, you shut your eyes and sighed. I can do this. You tried reassuring yourself on occasion, but it didn't help much; it just felt like you were lying to yourself. You opened your eyes, grabbed your purse, and headed inside. You found a seat at the bar and were greeted by Sam, the bartender that was always here when you were in the past.

"How's it going? Been a while."

"Hey, Sam," you replied to him a bit dryly, your eyes looking down at the bar top. He sensed you weren't yourself. You wouldn't consider Sam a close friend, but close enough. You'd only known him from going there, but he had enough conversations with you over the bar that he could tell things were off with you, and from prior drunken nights and talks, he was very much aware of your home issues you'd had. He had been a set of ears when you needed them, even though he didn't have to. It was a bit embarrassing for you. He dealt with so many drunk people on a daily basis; your problems were probably the last thing he wanted to deal with, but he listened and supported nonetheless, and that's more than you could have ever asked for.

"You seem down. You good?"

"I left him," was all you could force out in monotone, finally looking up from the bar to his face. His eyebrows raised and eyes widened slightly at the realization of what you'd just said.

"Tequila sunrise coming right up," he said as he turned without missing a beat to go mix your favorite drink, knowing you needed the alcohol in your system sooner rather than later. He really did get you most of the time.

You were nearly done with your second tequila sunrise when a guy made his way to the bar and sat in the empty seat beside you. You didn't bother looking up; you just stared at what was left of your drink, swirling the bottom of the cup against the bar top absentmindedly. You could see him watching you in your peripheral vision as he took his coat off and hung it on the back of his chair, but your eyes stayed fixed on your glass.

"Rough week?" you heard come from his direction. You finally looked over at him, trying not to look smug but not too happy either; you didn't need the whole world to know you were going through some shit, but it must have been plastered all over your face, nonetheless. He was rather cute. He was dressed in black trousers and a maroon button up shirt that was partially unbuttoned at the top to show a bit of his chest. He had short light brown hair with longer slicked-back curls on the top of his head, one rogue one hanging down over his forehead, and short scruff for facial hair. His eyes, however, are what grabbed your attention - big chocolate brown doe eyes. You had never seen such a beautiful sight on any man. You finally noticed you were lost in him when his expression turned to confusion from you taking too long to answer him. You blushed and cleared your throat, looking away from those damned eyes so you could focus.

"Y-yeah, that's one way of putting it, I guess," you responded through a breathy embarrassed chuckle, swirling your drink again and taking a sip. He just looked at you for a second before extending his hand out to you.

"I'm Joe," he said with a small smile. You told him your name as you sat your drink down and shook his hand gently.

"I've never been. What's good?" he asked. Your eyes widened. You'd finally caught it, the British accent. You were in the middle of wondering what a cute British man was doing in the middle of small-town America when you had to remind yourself to answer him. You didn't need a repeat of what just happened a minute ago.

"Uh-umm, I like the tequila sunrise," you answered, gesturing to your nearly empty glass. Joe smiled as Sam made his way over.

"What can I get you?" Sam asked him.

"I'll try a tequila sunrise," he said as he smiled at you. "And put another one on my bill for the lady, yeah?"

You looked at him with a shy smile and your cheeks flushed red as he winked at you. As Sam turned to start making the drinks, he gave you the look - the wide eyes that say, are you seeing this shit? Go for it. You looked down with a smirk as you read Sam's expression, trying not to let Joe see.

"So, you're British," you said awkwardly in attempt to start a new conversation to distract you from what had just happened. Joe chuckled at your observation.

"Indeed, I am, last I checked," he smirked. Oh, a jokester. Alright.

"What are you doing in the middle of nowhere in America?" you asked him. He adjusted himself on his chair to make himself more comfortable to talk.

"I'm here for work."

"Your job brought you here?" you chuckled in disbelief.

"Yeah, I'm an actor. I'm working on filming a movie close to here. Just enjoying a night out in a less chaotic environment."

"That's really cool. But let me warn you, this place can get pretty rowdy on Saturdays. Sam breaks out in song with the karaoke machine, Jerry over there dances on the bar," you joked, giggling at the smile forming on Joe's face. He was more so excited that he had just told you he's an actor and you didn't get too overly excited about it like a lot of other women had. It was nice for someone to enjoy Joe's company for once, not Joseph Quinn's. You were also surprised at your sudden mood boost. How did someone you just met five minutes ago make you forget about your problems so easily?

"So, what about you, love? What's your story?" he asked as Sam sat your drinks down in front of each of you. Your heart sank. Where would you even begin?

"I grew up here. Just having a Saturday night to myself."

"Well, I hope I'm not intruding," Joe said with concern. You shook your head.

"No, of course not."

"You seemed a bit depressed when I came in. I know I'm a bit of a stranger, but if you want to talk about it, a bar buddy you may never see again is a good place to start," he smirked. You smiled at him and sighed. This man was something else.

"I just recently left my husband," you started. Joe's face turned serious as he readjusted himself in his seat. He leaned closer to listen intently as he then knew the gravity of your sadness. "Things just weren't working, and for a really long time. I just kept lying to myself by saying he would change eventually, but he never did. After I spent so much time being undervalued and unheard, I just decided enough is enough. I thought it would make me feel better but it's just so new that it still hurts. I wanted more than anything to make things work but his ego was more precious, I guess."

Joe just sat in silence for a moment to process what you'd said. He could tell you were upset but he never guessed it would be because of something that severe. He felt guilty for asking and making it all cross your mind again. You were there to forget, after all.

"I'm so sorry, darling," Joe said, reaching over and placing his hand on your upper arm in an attempt to provide some comfort.

"It's been hard. I'm just trying to put myself first now, but I don't even know how to do that. I've just been settling and dealing for so long."

"Leaving was the first step to putting yourself first. I'd say you're doing alright so far," he reassured you. "Just take one day at a time."

You smiled up at this complete stranger, who was listening to you more in one evening than your husband ever listened to you in eight years. It made tears well up in your eyes.

"One day at a time," you repeated. Joe saw your tears forming and put his hand on top of yours.

"What a wanker," he mumbled under his breath just loud enough for you to catch.

"What?" you asked with a giggle. You had heard him, but you weren't quite sure you'd heard him correctly. He looked at you and moved closer, leaning his elbow on the bar to put more weight into holding your hand.

"I said 'what a wanker,' your husband is, for pushing a beauty like you away. Has no sense of pride, and bloody terrible judgement."

You blushed as you placed your other hand on top of Joe's that held yours. You could see Sam watching from across the bar, pretending to wash pint glasses but looking at the two of you through his eyelashes, a smirk on his face. Bastard had to encourage you, didn't he? Even if it was wordless.

"Remember how you said you would be a bar buddy that I would never see again?" you asked Joe. He nodded, his eyebrows perplexed. "Can we change that?"

[djolikejoe]

Hello Joe Nation, long time lurker, first time poster. Dedicated to my bestie who knew I'd love Joe while I tried (and failed) to resist him. He is inevitable🫶

Intentionally, you were trying not to remember things about him. And not even just to play hard to get. He’d have to show interest in you for you even to start that game. Instead, this was all a desperate attempt to fight off your growing feelings for him.

He’d hit you like a truck.

You were working together on a small indie drama. The film's plot follows your character, who meets Joe’s character at a hostel in Berlin, and their subsequent relationship. And the weird thing was, you were never into actors. You spent too much time around them as one, and your peers were typically perpetual theatre kids and the fruits of nepotism. The acting world was a small, incestuous bubble, and you didn’t like hanging out around it more than you had to.

But Joe.

Joe was so…different. So relaxed and laid back but simultaneously so high-strung and particular. You liked his complexity. That one moment, he’d be a serious, pretentious actor thoughtfully answering a question, then after, be he’d outside, mainlining a shitty corner store coffee in-between pounds of his Puff bar. That he’d affectionately moaned and groaned at you for ordering off the children’s menu at a nice restaurant, only a few hours later, be one shot away from taking his top off and joining the middle-aged ladies he’d helped get on top of the bar. He was playful and fun but still kind and compassionate.

You’d started feeling something for him in the middle of filming—two days into a week-long filming stint of a scene where Joe’s character goes down on yours. It wasn’t that filming it made you feel incredibly sexy, or he’d indicated any sort of attraction to you while you were working. It was so much worse than that.

He was respectful. Beyond respectful. Professional.

After a day of being at eye level with your pussy, he hadn’t been weird. He was exactly how he’d been otherwise when you wrapped for the day. Vape in hand and back in his blue jeans and button-up, asking you if you wanted to share a car back to the hotel. He sat the usual space away from you the whole ride, conversing normally with you and the driver. He casually offered if you wanted to join him and his assistant for dinner at the tapas place across the street, just like he did most Friday nights.

When you sat with him outside while he had his pre-dinner, hand-rolled cigarette, that’s when you think you fell. He started talking while he rolled, both of you watching him stuff the tobacco into the paper with expert precision. You’d spent so much time with him that you’d seen him do this so often that it dawned on you that he was rolling far slower than you knew he could.

“And, uh,” he cleared his throat, and his big, brown eyes flashed to yours before he started again. “If, like, you feel weird or anything after today…” He was focused back on his hands, but your gaze stayed on his face. “We don’t have to..like, I know we’re friends, but…”

You knew something was wrong when you felt disappointed at that word. Friends.

“Like, I just don’t want you to feel like you have to–I don’t know.” Joe sighed, fished rolling, and turned his face back to yours. You had to fight yourself to hold his eye. “I just want you to feel comfortable around me.”

“I do,” you answered without thinking. You would have been embarrassed by the sudden admission, but the smile Joe rewarded you with after such a genuine answer made your heart thud in your chest. You wanted to kiss him and throw up all at the same time. There was a heat in your cheeks that you couldn’t get to subside all night. It was made worse when the two of you went inside and met up with his assistant. At the last second, right before he was going to take the seat across from you, he changed his mind and scooted in on the other side of you in the small booth. He was so close you could feel his thigh next to yours. You hoped you were as good of an actress as you thought because, by the sixth plate of tapas, you’d realized just how much you liked Joe and how much of it you’d been stuffing down and ignoring before.

That night, you didn’t say much at dinner. Just smiled and laughed along with whatever stories Joe and Aly, his assistant, told you from the Stranger Things press tour. Joe noticed, of course. And after you’d dropped Aly off at her room on the eighth floor, he turned to you as the elevator kept climbing.

“Are you sure you’re alright?”

You were so lost in your head you didn’t hear him the first time. You realized he was talking to you only after he said your name twice.

“I asked if you were alright; you seem…distracted?” Joe said it tenderly, without judgment, and full of genuine concern.

“No, yeah, I’m good. Just,” you paused, needing to escape the heat of Joe’s gaze. You wondered if he’d always been that intense with eye contact or if he was just that skeptical of you. Once, in the safely pretending to stare off into space, you started again. “Homesick, I guess.” you shrug, trying to blink away some of the fog in your brain to convince him.

Joe observed you, eyes searching your face. He seemed unsatisfied with your answer, but the elevator dinged to his floor before he could ask anything else.

“Well…if you’re okay?” He swung one arm out to hold the elevator door open after he stepped out.

“Definitely.” Your stomach knotted at the lie. Joe narrowed his eyes but removed his arm to watch you as the door closed.

Once it shut, you could hear him burst into laughter at the interaction. You could only get yourself to smile a little. Because you knew you could never have him.

Things only got worse from there. You tried to remain normal about him, but it wasn’t going well. You’d feel sick every time you saw him and the constant performance around him–and the actual performance of your role in the film–you were exhausted. So, you started avoiding him as casually as you could. You passed on your usual Friday night plans and only took him up if a larger group was going. It was hard to find good enough excuses; you didn’t know many people in Germany, and Joe knew that. He was also very hard to say no to, especially when you were trying not to fall in love with him.

But you’d made it to the wrap party only having slipped and gone out with him three times. There was a noticeable difference between the two of you at the party; the nosiest of your costars were sure to ask about it. You avoided their questions with polite laughter and a quick escape.

Calling it an early night was the best move. You’d started your goodbyes so you could end with Joe, trying to find some subtle way to tell him that he’d been wonderful and you were the weird one.

When you reached the bottom of a long list, and only he remained, you couldn’t find him. You thought you had nailed a good enough goodbye speech and were repeating it repeatedly in your head as you searched for him.

You probably should have started with the balconies as the prime smoke break location, but you didn’t think of it till you’d searched the whole venue twice. You could smell the cigarette when you opened the door, and you smiled to yourself. This would be a good, friendly goodbye. You could leave him–and your feelings–on good terms here in Germany and move on.

But as you stepped out and turned to find him, your stomach dropped.

Joe’s hands were knotted in long, dark hair as his lips melted with hers. You didn’t recognize her, not from filming and not from her dress in the crowd of the party. They were clearly occupied, and you scurried away. You went straight to the front door and the yard to wait for your car. You were thanking whatever divine intervention had put Joe facing the back garden as you shivered in the night air.

After that, you dove into work. You were trying to distract yourself with the distance and new roles. You felt better, more yourself by the time it came around for the press tour again. You thought you were completely, utterly over Joe. The two of you hadn’t spoken much since filming wrapped. He texted you the day following the wrap party, disappointed he missed you before you left. You politely returned the sentiment. Beyond that, he’d sent something here or there. You’d respond appropriately, but…not quite like before. Distance still had to be managed. Thank God he wasn’t really on social media, or you weren’t sure you would have been to move on at all.

Except.

You’re not over him.

Not really.

It certainly didn't feel like it when you open the door to your interview with him, and he excitedly gasps, “There she is!”

It didn't feel like it when he hugged you close and rubbed a hand up and down your back. And it didn't feel like it when he pulled away, looked you directly in the eye, and told you. “God, I’ve missed you.”

You let yourself fall back into him–just a little, just for the sake of the movie promotion. You played someone in love; you might as well milk it for all its worth on the press tour.

Joe seemed to realize you’d let part of your guard down, and he relished having some semblance of your personality back. The two of you giggled through interviews, bantering and learning silly facts about each other. You also learned Joe had seen your newest project. He raved about it when an interviewer mentioned it, and for a moment, you let yourself believe all the compliments he was paying you.

The problem was that his words felt so genuine. He felt so genuine.

That terrified you. When this was all over, your feelings would still be real, and his would be fake. Sure, you weren’t in costume, but you knew he was acting. You’d seen him working long enough to know when he was performing and when he wasn’t. You tried not to think about it and just enjoy it.

You were familiar with rejection, with the industry you were in, but you’d always been far more risky in your career than your personal life. You were sure you wouldn’t be able to handle him rejecting you, even if you knew he’d do it in the loveliest, gentlest way he could. You didn’t want him to see that side of you and didn’t want to confirm the ache of unreciprocated feelings. You’d let yourself have him for a fleeting moment now, and then you’d let him go.

When you started to shut him out, Joe felt like he had lost an old friend. He knew you were private and kept your business to yourself, but he knew that something had changed with you. At first, he thought it might be something with your mental health. Some of the topics in the film were heavy, and he’d had his moments where he’d been playing low for so long that he started to really feel it.

Then some of your castmates started mentioning rumors. Rumors of you dating someone or being part of some kind of affair. Joe didn’t want to pry, so he never asked. He never found out why you’d started taking yourself away; Joe just knew he hated that he was losing you.

Having you back in that interview felt as good as he imagined. Joe knew you were special, but he’d forgotten just how much. You seemed brighter and much more present. And you no longer gave him that half-assed smile. Now, he could get you full-on laughing.

Things are going well until the last interview of the day. It’s the final for the pair of you as you’d be rotated with other castmates for the rest of the tour. It's an easy one, a game with some Buzzed-esque website with outlandish questions that you and Joe are just delirious enough to play into. Until you get to a fuck, marry, kill type of game where you would try to guess how Joe would answer. On the last round, you make an offhanded comment that Joe would much rather marry and kiss the two models whose names had been thrown in with yours. The interviewer laughed, but Joe was noticeably quiet beside you.

After too long of an awkward pause, Joe takes on a Valley Girl accent to ask if you thought he was shallow. The interview ends quickly after that, with you smiling and waving her and her crew off.

Joe grabbed your arm before you could follow your publicist out the door.

“We need to talk.” There was a sternness in his voice that you’d never heard, and it made you gulp. You nodded and let him pull you into the en suite bathroom of the hotel room where you’d been doing interviews.

“What’s wrong?” he demanded as soon as the door shut. You glanced around the room as if to signal that you were confused.

“Like…with this bathroom or…?” You strategically avoided his eyes by spinning to take in the wallpaper.

“Don’t act like you don’t know what you’re doing.” He snapped, and that got you to look at him. “Have I done something? Have I offended you or have terrible breath?”

“What? No, Joe. You’re lovely. You’re–” You stopped yourself. If you weren’t careful, you’d head straight into opening the floodgates and pouring all your feelings out. "You’re really great,” You choked out. There was tightness in your throat, a wave of tears you were eager to keep at bay.

“So why do you not wanna be friends anymore? Why don’t you answer my texts anymore? Why–Do you know how much I miss the ludicrous amount of emojis you use? I thought you were–I thought we could were friends.”

“We are friends! We-I just–I just needed some space to work through some stuff. It’s not you. Nothing is about you.” Except it all is, you wanted to say.

“Then can we go back to being friends? Acting like friends?” He arched a brow skeptically. You took a deep breath at how crestfallen he looked. But you weren’t sure you could still be friends. You didn’t reread old texts from other friends. You didn’t fantasize about them or wish they were laying next to you as you drifted off to sleep. Friends seemed impossible. You didn’t want to hurt him, but staying his friend cut you deep, too.

“I-I don’t know…”

“Why not!” he snapped, eyes fierce as he stepped in front of the door. Like he thought you were going to make a run for it. “If we can’t be friends, then don’t you think I at least deserve to know why we can’t?”

“Joe…”

“No, no. Really. If you get to decide for both of us, it better be good. So.” he motions for you to go on before crossing his arms over his chest. When you hesitated to answer, he scowled like a petulant brat and rolled his eyes. “Come. On. Out with it!”

“I can’t be your friend because…” you stalled, wracking your brain to find some way, any way, out of it. Joe sensed your distress and softened a little, relaxing his shoulders and uncrossing his arms.

“C’mon, it’s just me. I can take it. Whatever it is, you won’t offend me, I promise. Okay? Just tell me. I’m a big boy. I can take it.” Joe takes the smallest steps forward, and you feel like you’re a skittish animal he’s trying to coax.

He was being too nice. Too good to you when you were being bad to him. It made your eyes well with guilty tears; you could feel your ears grow hot with shame under your hair.

“Because this is exactly why!” you sobbed, clasping a hand over your mouth in one last ditch effort to keep it all inside. “Because you’re so good and I’m–you’re–” Looking down at your shoes on the tiled floor, you tried to summon all your strength to just come out with it. You took one last deep breath.

“We can’t be friends because I think I’m in love with you,” you admitted in the tiniest voice. But Joe heard you loud and clear.

He didn't respond for a long time—leaving just silence between the two of you in the small space. You snuck a peak at him under your wet lashes, taking in his shocked face the worst way.

“You don’t–you don’t have to say anything. I-I don’t want to make you uncomfortable. But that’s why. And I know you don’t like me back, and that’s okay.” You swallowed hard, “I don’t think I can be friends with you for a while, you know; maybe we can give each other some space and see where we’re at i–”

“Wait.”

“--a few years, and then maybe we can go from there. I really want to be frien–”

“Stop!” Joe almost shouted to cut you off. “Just stop. Just stop and listen to me.” He was in front of you now, his arms holding you by the biceps. He bent a bit at the knee so you can’t duck out of his eye-line. “I like you too. I like you so much, you stupid, beautiful girl.” He smiled fondly, sweeping hair behind your ear. Your bottom lip wobbled in reaction, and he cooed, wrapping his arms around your body and swaying the two of you. “My silly, silly girl.” he laughed into your hair, relief swallowing both your bodies whole. “Why else do you think I’d miss your monstrous use of emoticons? I’d have to bloody be in love with ya for that.” he rolls his eyes sarcastically.

“Yeah?”

“‘Course, yeah. He scrunches his nose cutely at you and keeps his arm over your shoulder. “Now, let’s go, missy; we’ve got a loooot of catching up to do.”

[browneyedjoe]

under the mistletoe | joseph quinn x fem!reader

summary: you and wesley, joe's best friend and your housemate, host a christmas party and joe helps decorate. think ugly christmas sweaters, homemade fruit punch, a fuck tonne of fairy lights and late night confessions

pairing: joseph quinn and female reader

word count: 2.9k

what you should know: this is a rpf (real person fanfic), please do not interact if you don't like rpfs, friends to lovers (if you squint), brief mentions of smut (minors DNI)

a/n: this is my first fanfic in a very long time. be nice and enjoy!

you arrive at the front door of your apartment, damp from the light snow and sore from the harsh wind on this dark winter's evening. you fumble through your bag to find your keys and when you do, you look up to see the festive wreath hung proudly in front of you. you had just finished a twelve-hour shift at the local down café and as much as you love christmas, you were more than happy to finally rid the smell of artificial ginger and peppermint from your skin and hair faster than you could say "bah humbug".

opening the door, you are greeted by an obnoxious mess of red, green, silver and glitter. tinsel and ball balls cover almost every surface of your living room, as if saint nicholas himself decided to explode and paint the room with cheap and garish christmas paraphernalia.

"good, you're back!" and before you could even close the door behind you, your roommate (and joe's best friend) wesley, dumps a heavy and itchy ball of woollen material into your arms. "so, joe and i both chipped in to buy us christmas sweaters for the party" he announces cheerfully, walking back over to the ladder that is standing in the middle of the living room. before you can protest, wesley pipes up, "you are wearing it, this it not negotiable!". he places his hands onto the ladder to steady it and it is then that you look up.

and there, dressed in the ugliest (and slightly too small) christmas sweater you had ever seen, was a sheepish looking joe. he is perched up rather precariously at the top of the ladder, trying his hardest to hang the string of fairy lights across the living room ceiling.

"joe?" you mumble and glance over to wesley with a warning look. thankfully, joe doesn't hear his name leave your mouth as he continues hanging the fairy lights, tongue sticking out between his lips in concerntration. you finally close the front door, dropping both the sweater and your bag onto the floor with a loud thud. wesley decides to chime in again, "he's helping us decorate, are you sweet joseph?" he pats joe's leg which unsteadies him for a brief moment, "we needed the manpower!". wesley's toothy grin is wider than a cheshire cats’ as he lets go of the ladder carelessly, leaving joe to wobble in an attempt to maintain his balance.

you had been introduced to joe not long after you and wesley moved into together, around two years ago. the attraction to him was instant but without knowing if the feeling was mutual, you pined away idly much to wesley's dismay. "you know he likes you back" wesley would say, after a few wines and a few of episodes of real housewives later, "stop being such a sap and just ask him out". you would usually just shrug in response and sip away until the bottle was finished.

you knew tonight was wesley's idea of 'gently' trying to set the pair of you up but if anything, with the ugly christmas sweater staring at you from the floor and the foul mood the rude customers at work had put you in, it felt like some cruel cosmic joke at your expense.

shaking your head, you notice some of your friends pre-gaming in the kitchen with what you believe to be homemade fruit punch. they attempt to sing along to 'last christmas' by wham! but they’re so beyond out-of-sync that it sounds more like a pack of feral cats.

looking back at wesley, you ask obliviously, "what party?". he rolls his eyes in response and throws an arm around your shoulder, "the christmas party we decided to throw this year?". he looks at you like it's the most obvious thing in the world but in all honesty, you couldn't concentrate when joe was right there. even the screeching of your friends' drunk carolling becomes dull background noise when looking at him.

"we've been decorating all day" joe steps down from the ladder cautiously, "do you like it?". and yeah, you really did like it but not as much as seeing a little bit of joe's stomach when his sweater shifts up as he climbs down the last few steps of the ladder. you nod your head a little too eagerly, "i love it, very festive indeed!". you are such a fucking loser.

joe's cheeks turn almost as red as the stupid christmas hat which sat on top of his curls. you can't help but chuckle quietly to yourself because joe, well, he was beautiful in ways most men can't be beautiful. all doe-eyed and full lips and now blushing like a teenage boy, all because you complimented him.

wesley coughs loudly, causing you to jump out of your daydream with a grimace. "how about i help you with your bags? you must be exhausted" he says dramatically before shoving you into your bedroom and slamming the door behind you both.

"isn't this great?" he asks, his ever-present grin still lingering from earlier. you twirl your finger, signalling him to turn around as you change. "oh yes, very" you reply sarcastically and shove the christmas sweater on, looking down only to find a anatomically incorrect reindeer stitched to the front of it accompanied by a red flashing nose. jesus fucking christ.

"no, seriously!" wesley says harshly, tapping his foot against the floor, "i mean, joe being here, soon to be supplied with alcohol" you snort, this only causes wesley to turn around to look at you with a determined look, "you, also here and also soon to be supplied with alcohol. i mean, come on, the story is writing itself!".

you sigh loudly as you struggle to tie your hair up to make yourself look half presentable, "wesley, this is not a christmas movie!" you press your index finger into his chest, "this party is not an excuse for you to try to set me and joe up". as soon as you finish speaking, wesley just smirks, winks, and shuffles out of your bedroom, leaving you alone with your thoughts.

rolling your eyes, you turn to face the long-standing mirror, taking in your appearance. your face illuminated by the red flashing reindeer nose in the centre of your sweater, you look beyond tired and haggard. there is no way, by the grace of michael bublé or miss mariah herself that joe - sweet and adorable joe - was going to attempt to make any moves on you tonight. you pull the hair tie from your ponytail and let your hair fall to your shoulders. you spot your favourite red lipstick and apply it carefully hoping to improve the situation.

pressing your lips together evenly to distribute the colour, you take one last look in the mirror and force a smile, "i guess this is as good as it's going to get". you huff and open your bedroom door, nervously walking into the sea of people.

-

"make my wish come true, all i want to christmas is you!"

you were happily tipsy on vodka and lemonade. the party, now in full swing, saw every room in your tiny apartment filled with intoxicated bodies. you could smell the sweaty wool from the array of christmas sweaters and the sickly sweet fruit punch wesley made, and made terribly. "this smells like turps" you laugh, taking a cautious sip from your red plastic cup, "fuck, tastes like turps too".

stumbling into the kitchen, you find joe chatting with wesley and a few of their friends whilst donning a 'kiss the chef' apron; the santa hat still miraculously on his head, albeit lopsided. joe looks over at you and grins, face flushed from the glow of too many cups of wesley's lethal punch. "we found joseph darling doing our dishes!" wesley winks at you and swiftly exits the kitchen, his friends in tow. you roll your eyes at his attempt at getting you and joe alone. "i feel bad for all the mess!" joe yells way too loudly for the small kitchen. his eyes are glassy and so, so big, as big as saucers as he leans over to whisper in your ear "you look really cute in that sweater".

you close your eyes and take in the sensation of his breath on your neck but you’re quickly catapulted back to reality when his head on your shoulder starts to slip. you pour the remnants of the punch out of your cup into the sink and turn on the tap to fill it with water. "let's some you some water and get you to bed, yeah?" you say, trying not to sound suggestive or flirty. joe only hiccups in response.

god, he was such a cute drunk and this is the first time she has seen joe like this as he begins whining "no, no, no" into her neck.

"come on, joe" you place an arm around his shoulder and begin to pull him in the direction of the spare bedroom. slowly making it to the door, you struggle to open it whilst holding joe up in attempt to keep him balanced. but as soon as you see the two dark silhouettes of two bodies moving in tandem together, you gasp out a "sorry!" and slam the door shut. joe howls, "i want to go in that room!” and please, you shake your head because you really don't need to hear him saying things like that right now. not when his body was flush against your own. you decided to take him into your own bedroom, pushing the door open with his weight and dropping him onto your bed. you'll take the couch you think to yourself, or as a form of sweet revenge on your dear housemate, you'll take his bed instead.

joe's sweater is pushed halfway up his torso as he rolls around in your bed. the dips of his hip bones and the small trial of hair leading down to his crotch are in clear view. you force yourself to look away, placing the cup of water on your beside table before turning around to leave.

"please don't go".

you back turn around, slowly, trying hard not to pay any attention to the fact that joe was practically half naked on your bed, begging you to stay. "you're very drunk" you say, trying to appear stern and responsible but seemingly it doesn't work as joe just looks up at you from your bed, all dazed and happy. "i'm not that drunk" hiccup, "scout's honour".

you sigh, "this is my home and you are my guest" you straighten up "i'm not going to take advantage of you in your vulnerable state". the sentence sounds jarring as it leaves your mouth and joe, well, joe just laughs as his sweater pushes further up his torso.

he parts his knees and replies, "i'd let you".

and fuck, don't say that.

"don't say that" you verbalise.

joe stands up from your bed, wobbly but appearing more sober than he has been all night. his santa hat has fallen off now, discarded on your bed and he runs his fingers through his sweaty curls, "why not?".

"because" you voice sounds meek and you know you can just turn around and leave and let him sleep it off but she can't seem to move, "because we're friends". joe walks across the room to be closer to you, you take a deep breath, "and because, you're really drunk". the last past comes out as a whisper as joe attempts to close the gap between the two of you. you shuffle as far back as you can until your back hits your bedroom door. all of the sudden, you room feels so very small.

"i'm not that drunk" he repeats.

and then, weakly, "please".

joe moves in closer and you close your eyes, imagining you're back in the living room, doing shots of fireball with wesley, laughing this whole thing off as a drunken mistake.

"would you look that?" you open one eye in response, squinting, and then the open the other, and the first thing you see is joe motioning to look up. there, between the two of you, is a piece of mistletoe hanging on by a sliver of sticky tape. "it's mistletoe" joe reaches delicately for your jaw and begins stroking your cheek, "you know what mistletoe means" and you swear there's a twinkle in his eyes.

oh, fuck you wesley.

when you look back at joe, he is merely an inch away and he is so pretty against the fairy lights in your room. his lips are shiny and plump from the way he keeps subconsciously biting them and finally, you feel yourself give in.

"just once" joe says and the kiss, the kiss is soft.

"just once" joe says and he kisses you along your jaw where his hand was mere moments ago.

"just once" joe says and he kisses you with his open mouth, along the curve of her neck.

"just once” joe says and his hands begin to press at your sweater as his knee pushes between her legs.

you wrap your hand around joe's waist and untie the stupid apron he was wearing and palm at his sweater until he eventually pulls it over his head, throwing it to the floor. his hair is everywhere, he is everywhere and he can't stop smiling at you. you laugh, "yeah, just this once".

joe turns you around and suddenly, you feel the back of your knees hit your bed. involuntarily, you fall backwards and somehow, all of your clothes have come off too and wow, joe's breathing heavily. you concentrate on the quick rise and fall of his chest but joe, well he's looking at you as if you hung the moon and every star too.

"are you sure about this? joe asks, taking in every part of you. you feel your whole body blush, "i thought i was the one taking advantage of you?" you reply quietly. and with that, joe put his mouth and hands on all the parts of you he has thought about for months, years even. he mumbles into your collarbone; the "oh fuck's" and "i've wanted this for so long's" becoming muffled and nonsensical.

you pull back and joe hangs his head, trying not to look at you. his mouth is swollen and split and you run your thumb over it before spreading your legs and nodding to let him know, yeah, you're really fucking sure.

joe grips your hips just a little too tightly and you made a small noise of discomfort. "fuck, sorry" he stops and he is so still, "did i hurt you? fucking hell" and you shake your head and dig your heels into the back of his thighs. "no, just-" you kiss the side of his mouth and buck your bare hips up to meet his erection, "you know...". and it's tense for a moment but soon after, he presses his face against he flat space between your breasts and chuckles into her ribcage, "yeah, i know".

you start chuckling too and suddenly, it's not so awkward anymore. joe does everything you ask and he can't stop asking if it's okay. and it is, god, it more than okay and he pushes you further up the bed, tilting your hips up, up and up to hit that spot inside of her that made her see fireworks.

and yeah, it's been while since you've been intimate with anybody but this is so nice and more than okay. it's all softness and drunk kisses and dumb jokes and quintessentially joe.

joe starts thrusting a little harder and you hand involuntarily slips down from where it was holding onto his neck to the space between both your hips in order to rub at your clit lazily. it's all quiet moans and shallow breathing and after a while, she gasps as she comes and he into her neck as he follows and for the first time all night, neither of them can hear the christmas music.

everything glows afterwards; all the fairy lights strung up around her room, specially the ones above her bed frame, make everything luminous yet hazy. and that how joe looks right now, beautiful and ruined. before pushing himself off of you, he presses a wet kiss onto the corner of your mouth and smile, "hi" he says, sweeter than candy canes.

he moves to lay next to you, wrapping his arm around your tummy, thumb rubbing circles into your hip bone. you only now realise now that you're both laying horizontally on your bed, you're calves and feet dangling over the edge. "hi" you say back.

there's a pause and then "i-" joe starts, low and sleepily, "i've been wanting to do that for a really long time". he snuggles into your side, head now resting on your chest, "you know, with you i mean". your heart is beating harder than it ever has and you are sure joe can hear it; you take the plunge. "me too, you have no idea" you exhale.

you look down at joe who is nestled into your breast. he looks up at you and there is this silent acknowledgment that you will be doing this again, a lot and sooner rather than later. joe lifts himself from you and slowly manages to get back on his feet. "we should get back out there soon" he comments, stood naked in the middle of your room like he belonged there, looking for his discarded clothes, "they'll be wondering where we are".

joe decides to go back out to the party first and you watch him get dressed, reluctantly pulling on his sweater which you finally noticed is knitted, blue and white with snowflake appliqué. ugly, but not ugly on him, you decided.

he wanders back over to you and just watches you, still sprawled on your bed, bathing in the afterglow of the moment. "see you out there" he says with a wink and leans down to kiss her one last time; he draws it out, sweet and wanting.

joe closes the door behind him and not even seconds later, you hear wesley shout, "quinn, i knew you had it in you, you filthy animal".

[larakb117]

LONDON ADVENTURE

Joseph Quinn & female y/n

Summary: You and Joseph meet Gaten at Broadway, when suddenly Joseph drops something you didn’t expect.

Content Warning: rpf, fluff, smut (18+), oral (f receiving), p in v

Part 11

You had to get ready for the musical evening in just 15 minutes. You picked a dress and some heels, Joe just changed his shirt into a plain white button up and threw on a leather jacket. Like always, the shirt wasn’t fully buttoned which made his two chains peak out.

Then you got on your way to the theatre. Like Joe had said, you were on the guest list, your seats were right in front of the stage. Joe held your hand all the time: The moment you left the hotel, in the taxi, on your way to the seats, till the show began. The musical had an interesting stage setting, the performers didn´t really dance, the singing was like opera: it was fantastic.

When the crew bowed in the ending, Gaten waved to Joe and shouted something to him, but you could not understand what he was saying because of all the clapping right behind you. The moment the show officially ended you wanted to stand up and get out of the theatre, but Joe took your hand and pulled you back into the seat. “Wait, love, we stay here, Gaten´s coming out in a few minutes.” The theatre got emptier and emptier, you were the only two left.

As soon as the last person left, Gaten came out of one of the two doors at the stage sides. Joe jumped up, they both ran up to each other and hugged. They both were making grunting noises mixed with laughing. “Aaaaah, mate.” Joe slapped his hand on Gatens shoulder. “How you doing?”, Gaten said with a wide smile on his face. “Oh, I´m doing great man.”, Joe looked over to you. “That’s y/n.”, he walked back up to you and placed his hand around your waist. “She´s my girlfriend.” Gaten grinned at you and shook your hand: “Nice to meet you, y/n.”

You were too stunned to speak, did Joe really say “girlfriend”? You were still trying to tame the butterflies freaking out in your stomach. You felt like throwing up but weirdly in a good way. Really trying to focus you said the same to Gaten. “I´m sorry, guys. I don´t have a lot of time. I´m pretty busy tomorrow. Maybe we can meet the next days for a diner or something?” “Yeah, I think we can do that, y/n?” Joe looked at you with an awaiting gaze. “Yeah, I really look forward to get to know you.”, you said to Gaten. He smiled and then Gaten left and you and Joe left as well. The theatre lobby was already completely empty, the sidewalk in front of the building too.

Joe ordered a taxi, the moment you arrived at the hotel room, you threw off your jacket and shoes and attacked Joe by smashing your lips on his. “So – I´m your - girlfriend?”, you said while ripping his shirt open and between kisses. “Yeah.”, Joe groaned into your neck, he began to undress you too. He roughly pushed down the sleeves of your dress, you wore nothing underneath. As soon as your tits sprung free, Joe gasped and captured them with his eyes, as if he was trying to keep this image in his mind forever. He hold onto your arms and bit his lower lips. Then he went in to kiss your nipples you melted into his touch. Your hands got lost in his curls while he assaulted your tits, he was gentle and wild, his mouth wandered from one to another.

You clenched your thighs together, it felt like your pussy was already dripping because of the whole arousal. Suddenly Joe pushed you on the bed, his hands desperately trying to get the dress off of your body to fuck you. Your legs were dangling down at the edge of the bed, Joe pinned them there with his, finally he managed to push the dress down your thighs, and threw it into a corner of the hotel room, including your underwear. Joe touched each of your inner knees with a hand and looked you in the eye. “Okay?”, he asked. You were just able to moan an almost silent “Please.”

Your hands tugged into the sheets underneath. What happened now was unexpected. You haven´t done anything further than fucking missionary till now, Joe was pleasuring you with his hands all the time, but he had never gone down on you. His head was between your legs, his tongue was twirling around your clit. The arching of your back seemed to push out several loud moans from you. His curls were between your fingers, you pushed his head more into your cunt, to feel him even more, deeper. You did not know exactly what he was doing with his tongue and mouth around your clit, but it worked – and it worked fast. You felt your orgasm building in your lower stomach. The wave of pleasure flood over your, you clenched your legs together, his head was stuck between them.

Joe didn’t stop, even when he realised that you slowly came down from the most intense orgasm, he had given you so far, he continued to assault your cunt. His tongue went down your slit, then again back to your clit. His hands had gripped onto your thighs, now they were going under them to hold onto your waist. Your legs rested on his shoulders. You became a moaning mess under his touch and licks and sucks. It felt amazing, you were slightly overwhelmed the moment you came for a second time.

As soon as you were able to take a breath, you moaned: “Now fuck me, Joe!” His head left your dripping cunt and he got out of his trousers and the boxers he was wearing. Now both of you were completely naked. Joe started to run his mouth up your inner thighs, they tightened again. His hands were running up your outer thighs in the meantime, till they propped up next to your upper body. He kissed you fiercely, his tongue slipping in between your lips. He tasted different. You realised that you were actually tasting yourself right now.

The tip of his length touched your clit, a shiver went down your spine. Joe groaned into your mouth while kissing your already swollen lips. You did not know what just went through your head, but you pushed Joe next to you onto the bed and sat right on top of him, your legs right on the outside of his body. He stared at you for a moment, with surprise but amazement in his eyes. His hands ran up your body, he gently touched your tits again. It was the first time you were on top, you could feel his hard dick on your ass.

You leaned forward to kiss him, your open hair surrounded your heads like a curtain. Joe cupped your cheeks and looked you deep in the eyes: “I never felt like this before, y/n.” “Me, too.”, you smiled at him. “I love you.” Did he really say that? It felt like cartwheels in your stomach, your chest felt like bursting, tears were building in your eyes. “I love you Joe” The following kiss was nothing like ever before. It was just a slow and soft kiss, but it was full of deep love. Your lips separated and you could not suppress a little giggle. “What is going on?”, Joe asked with a big smile. “I don´t know, I just can´t believe what´s happening. We met not even a week ago, and now I got my first I love you, while sitting on top of you with no clothes on.” Joe laughed: “Trust me, my love. It feels unreal to me as well.”

Joes hand went down to his length, he aligned it right you’re your entrance: “Can I?” “Yes, please.” He thrusted into you, immediately reaching the right spot. Joe found a rhythm, you kind of had to get along with in this new position first. He got really deep like that, hitting your g-spot over and over again. You threw your head back, screaming his name repeatedly. Joes hands rested on your waist, softly pushing you down on his dick in his steady pattern. The moaning got more and more, you rode out your high on top of Joe, while his thrusting became sloppy. Joe came inside of the condom, buried deep inside of you. The most intense orgasm has just washed over him. You decided to take care of alternative contraceptives as soon as you got home from your trip. You never had to worry about it before, but now was the time. Joe entwined your body, his hands placed on your back, and pulled you very close. You kissed again and again, until you both fell asleep.

To be continued…

Sorry, when I started writing and posting I didn’t know that the London adventure would turn into a trip to New York😂

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