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littlemelaninfics · 1 year

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Ma’am I currently have covid so I’m chillin my room & was wondering if you could possibly take the time out to write some disrespectful dirty af smut for my mans Colby? Like make up sex type shet 🥵🥵😏😏

Thank you boo 💝

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You tried explaining the whole way home that women gawk at him all the time and that you got used to it, but he's having none of it.

This all started at the award show we went to tonight. One of his fellow creators was making googly eyes at your cleavage the whole night and Colby took notice. What drove it home was when we pulled into the driveway and our neighbor Joseph made a comment about how we both looked nice, me especially.

Colby shook his head with his signature smirk and I knew I would have to be doing some groveling tonight.

Joseph has caused issues with us before as he's in his early 40's, a well respected surgeon with 2 Ph.d's, a Doctorate and easy on the eyes. This causing Colby to feel inferior when a "chode nose having, geriatric, Chris Hansen's most wanted grown ass man with an end of adolescence fetish" shamelessly flirts with you in front of him like he's better than him.

"Sam and I have businesses too."

"I know, baby."

"I'm fucking damn near 20 years younger than him and I'm well respected in my field, I'm with the woman I'm going to spend the rest of my life with, I have the best fucking friends, I've traveled, I've won awards AND I was Joe fucking Rogen's podcast. He is not better than me," he said looking you directly in your eyes.

Once his rant was over, you grabbed the sides of his face as a way to calm him down knowing his anger wasn't directed at you. This was 8 months ago, 3 weeks after you moved in

Tonight he walked through the door with a huff, not bothering to hold it open.

"Um, thanks. Dick." I called out to him when I stopped the door from slamming in my face. I saw him swallow some of what was in his glass before speaking for the first time in a long while,

"You love that shit, don't you?"

I stop in my tracks and turn to face him,

"What the fuck are you talking about?"

"Them! All of them looking at you. One of which lives right next door. You fuck him yet? Is that why he's trying so hard to be my friend with that condescending, shit eating grin?"

"You're drunk and I'm going to bed. I already said I was sorry for my tits being on full display. What do you want me to do? Get a reduction?"

He brought his glass to his lips once more and raised his eyebrows.

"Fuck. You." I turned back around to stomp up the stairs to decompress. I take off my jewelry and shawl before unzipping the gown I'm in.

I walk in the bathroom and turn on the water. I go under the sink grabbing my favorite body wash and take a much needed shower. When I exit I see Colby undressing at the dresser, facing the mirror.

I know he didn't mean it in the slightest, but I'm still upset about what he suggested about my breast size so I decide to put on a show for someone who enjoys them in all their glory. Still in my towel, I saunter over to my side of the dresser and grab my favorite body lotion.

In that time, I notice Joseph's office light is on and the blinds are cracked. I walk over to our curtains and open them before sitting on the bed.

To anyone else, it looked like I wanted to let the city lights in, but he knew. They both did. Colby eyed me in the mirror before looking out the window.

Without a single word, he drags me along out to our balcony where the cool air heats up. He bends me over the balcony and slaps my ass. Colby pulls down my panties and inserts himself into me.

He grabs my neck and forces me to arch my back as he pounds into me.

"What's my name?"

"Dick."

He grabs my hair, “What’s my name, Y/N?”

“Daddy.” I whimper

“I can’t hear you, princess,” my body shudders and my pussy gets wetter as his grip tightens around my neck.

“Daddy!” I scream out.

“That’s right. Who else makes you feel this good? Hmmm? Tell me.”

I move my arm back to try to slow him down a bit, but he moves it away. I stand up straight and Colby wraps his free arm around my waist pushing his dick further up into me. My eyes roll the back of my head. He moves to my ear and I can hear his heavy breathing,

“Answer me”

“You, Colby! Fuck I’m gonna cum!" My vision starts to go dark and he chuckles,

“No you’re not, Baby. You’re gonna hold it like a good girl.” I whine at his words and dig my nails into his tensed muscular thigh.

He exits me and jacks off, letting my cum drip over off his tip. His head falls back at the sensation before making his next command,

“On the chair ass up” I go over to the chair and place my hands on the arm rests. He smacks my ass and I moan. My legs shake as I bite my lip. I feel Colby enter me again this time a little slower. Making me feel the length of his pulsating cock.

He gives that first good thrust, having my ass bounce back on him which only prompts him to smack it more.

“Daddy that feels so good” I stand on my tippy toes and arch my back further down.

“Bounce on me baby” I begin meeting his thrusts. He slips out of me, but immediately puts it back in getting my closer to my orgasm.

“Fuck you’re so sexy,” he plays with my clit making me shake.

“Can I please cum daddy please.”

“Hold it” he demands. He pounds harder and my eyesight gets weaker.

“Ugh daddy please” my body rattles and Colby cums balls deep in me. I can’t hold it anymore and I squirt over our feet, inevitably pushing him out. I scream out his name when he flicks his still hard cock over my soaking clit, dragging out the streams of ecstasy. I see Joseph's lights go off, but I don't care. I feel lips press to my shoulder blade with a slight bite and chuckle. Colby knows he won.

“That’s it, baby. I want it all over me," he smirks before sinking to his knees and lapping me up with licks and slurps. He stands back up and spins me around to make me taste myself. To my surprise, he spits the mixture of our cum into my mouth with the darkest eyes I've seen.

My knees go weak and I moan into his mouth. His hand wraps around my throat one more time,

“You’re mine don’t forget that," he says. Leaving me naked and spent out in the crisp Summer night.

a/n: there is a sentence that says Joseph is into women who are at the end of adolescence and and i just wanted to hat it noted that adolescence doesn't end until 24 years old

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tigertales9 · 7 months

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Hard Reset III

Pairing: Joe Burrow x Reader

Warnings: 18+ / Smut

Description: This fic covers the week 4 loss to the Titans.

Time/Place: Sunday, Oct. 1, 2023 / Cincinnati, Ohio

A/N: This is the third fic in the Hard Reset series. It's also a shameless sex-fest. I promise there will be more actual plot (and sex!) in the next fic.

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Sunday, 10/1/23 (after the week 4 loss to the Titans)

You check your watch as you pace around the kitchen, your mind grasping at what to say to Joe when he gets home. You roll your shoulders to relieve some tension as you think back to the game.

~ ~ ~

The 27-3 loss to the Titans felt like a huge step back after the Monday Night Football win against the Rams. The entire game was a disappointment to put it mildly. Every single phase -- offense, defense, special teams, play calling -- was lackluster as hell. The only positive was Joe's calf injury didn't seem to get re-tweaked, but you never know how it will react from one day to the next. Joe had once again requested you and his parents not greet him if the Bengals lost, so y'all were already in the car heading for the exit when the clock ticked down to 0:00. You beat the team charter flight back by a couple hours, and Joe's parents decided to head home since they knew he wouldn't want company.

~ ~ ~

The sound of the garage door opening pulls you back to the present, your pulse picking up when Joe walks in and locks eyes with you. "Hey," you greet, quickly walking forward to give him a hug. "Hey," he mutters, dropping his bag before wrapping his arms around you. "Sorry you traveled all that way just to see a shitshow," he continues, giving you a look that's half grin/half grimace when you pull back and look up at his face.

"It wasn't a shit …"

"Yes it was," he interrupts, heaving a tired sigh. "Don't sugar-coat it."

"Yes, sir," you mumble. "How do you feel?"

He runs a hand through his hair before answering. "Physically, not too bad. Mentally, like total shit."

You swallow hard and give a quick nod, a little disconcerted that he seems to be looking right through you; before you can think of something to say he speaks up again.

"Listen, Sam's gonna pick me up in a few minutes. We're having a team meeting at his house tonight."

"The whole team?" you ask.

"No, just the Captains and a few other guys." He picks his bag up and heads for the stairs before continuing. "We've gotta figure some shit out, make sure we're on the same page then put it to bed." He pauses halfway up the stairs and finally makes good eye contact with you. "The entire season is on the line; somebody has to light a fire under our asses and …"

"You're just the man to do it," you interject, giving him what you hope looks like an encouraging smile.

"Exactly," he states, before disappearing upstairs.

He reappears a few minutes later wearing sweatpants and a t-shirt, quickly checking his phone when it chimes with a new text. "Sam's here," he says, dropping a kiss on your forehead before heading for the door. "I may be late getting home. Don't wait up."

Your eyebrows head for your hairline as he breezes out the door. "Love you, too," you grumble under your breath after the door closes behind him. You try not to take his abrupt departure personally, but you're feeling a little sorry for yourself when the door slings open and he walks back in. "Did you forget something?" you ask.

"Yeah," he answers, striding up to you. He leans down and gives you a lingering kiss before pulling back. "Love you," he states. "Love you, too," you answer, giving him a big grin as he hurries back out the door. "Telepathic ass," you chuckle once he's gone. "I swear that man can read my mind."

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A couple hours later you wake up abruptly and sit straight up in bed, your heart pounding for several seconds until you realize the noise that woke you is just Joe in the bathroom brushing his teeth. He eventually walks into the bedroom giving you a sheepish grin when he sees you. "Sorry, didn't mean to wake you up," he mutters, crawling into bed and basically faceplanting into his pillow.

"It's okay," you soothe, turning onto your side to face him; you run your fingernails up and down his bare back, smiling at his muffled groans. "That feels good," he mumbles into his pillow, a shiver running down his spine when you slide your hand into his hair to lightly scratch his scalp.

"Did y'all figure some things out?" you ask, admiring his tall frame which is clad only in a pair of black boxer briefs.

"Mmm-hmm. Mainly that I sucked today and we won't win shit until I get better."

"The whole team sucked today, not just you."

"Thanks for admitting I sucked."

You roll your eyes and give his ample ass a loud smack before rubbing it.

"Don't get me started," he warns.

"Meaning?"

"Meaning I know where this is headed, but I don't feel like having sex tonight."

You withdraw your hand and scoot away from him. "Sorry," you whisper. "I just thought … nevermind."

"Listen," he sighs, flopping over onto his back to stare at the ceiling. "I don't want pity sex, and there's no way you're turned on after how awful I played today."

You narrow your eyes at the slight slur in his speech. "Have you been drinking?"

"A little."

"Then I won't tear your ass up about projecting until you sober up."

"What do you mean projecting?"

"You know exactly what I mean." You take a deep breath before continuing. "We've had this conversation before."

"Refresh my memory."

"Should probably wait until tomorrow. I'm in no mood to sugar-coat it tonight."

"Fuck sugar-coating," he snorts, "tell me what you're thinking."

"Fine." You push up into a sitting position and look down at him, the hallway light providing just enough illumination to make out his petulant expression. "When you lose a game you get really down on yourself, and you project that feeling onto me. But -- like I've said several times before -- the way I feel about you is not determined by whether or not you win fucking football games, okay? If you lose every single game for the rest of your NFL career, I'll still want you more than anything. Why is that so hard to understand?"

"I just …"

"I'm not finished," you interrupt. "I'm starting to think you're the one who doesn't want sex after the team loses, which is fine, but you need to quit blaming it on me." You slide out of bed as you finish your mini tirade. "I'm not sleepy anymore," you state as you head for the door. "I'm gonna go get some work done."

You walk down the hallway to your office, shutting the door behind you before dropping into your desk chair with an annoyed sigh; you click your desk lamp on and run a hand through your hair. "Way to overreact, dumbass," you grumble under your breath, immediately feeling guilty. "You know he always needs extra affirmation after a loss and instead you chewed him out. Better go apologize."

You stand up and head for the door, stopping in your tracks when you hear a soft knock. "Come in," you call, biting your lip as he walks into the room. "I'm sorry," you blurt before he can say anything, quickly closing the distance to wrap your arms around him. "I overreacted."

He returns your hug for several heartbeats before leaning back to lock eyes with you. "You don't need to apologize. I need to stop being an insecure brat every time I lose a damn game."

"You don't really think I lose attraction to you after a loss, right? I used to think you were just teasing, but I seriously can't tell anymore."

He shrugs his broad shoulders, the action causing his forehead curls to bounce. "I'm mostly teasing, but I've been feeling pretty bad about myself lately so I guess I've been fishing for compliments more than usual." He gives you a sheepish smile. "And I was def hoping to have sex tonight. I guess I laid the pity party on a little too thick, though."

"So -- to be clear -- when you said you didn't feel like having pity sex …"

"I really meant I wanted you to seduce me. To show me you still want me even though I played like shit."

"Okay, that's good to know. I mean, that's what I normally do when you get in this mood, but it's starting to feel like I might be boundary stomping."

"You're not boundary stomping." He slides his hands down your back and cups your ass before easily lifting you up, smiling when you wrap your legs around his waist. "If I really didn't want sex I'd let you know, but don't count on that happening anytime soon," he states, punctuating his words with a throaty chuckle that sets off a steady throb of arousal in all the right places.

He walks to your desk chair and drops into it with you straddling his lap, his lips immediately on your neck after he pulls your t-shirt off and drops it on the floor. You lean your head to the side to give him better access, moaning at the feel of his mouth on your neck and his hands on your breasts, his agile fingers teasing you with barely-there touches before pinching and tugging your sensitive nipples just hard enough to make you gasp his name. "You like that?" he whispers against your ear, his hot breath causing a gush of wetness in your core. "Yeah," you whimper, grinding your crotch against his obvious erection as he continues to tease you.

He eventually drops a hand down and rubs your clit through your panties before slipping his fingers inside to play with your wet folds, his deep voice in your ear sending shock waves of pleasure down your spine as he slides a long finger inside you, adding a second finger when you beg for more. "So wet for me," he growls, making a feral noise deep in his throat when you start riding his fingers, slow at first then faster, your breathless whimpers leveling up to louder moans when he latches his pretty lips onto a nipple, his cheeks hollowing out as he sucks on the hardened peak.

"Don't stop!" you urge, biting your lip when he pulls off one nipple and moves to the other, giving it a gentle nip with his teeth before sucking it into his hot mouth. "I'm so close," you whine as he grinds his thumb against your clit while pumping his fingers inside you, a steady stream of whimpers spilling from your lips as your climax hits. You bury your face in his fragrant neck and gasp for breath, feeling lightheaded by the intensity of the orgasm, existing in a state of total bliss for several minutes until your dainty desk chair gives an ominous-sounding creak.

"Uh-oh," you pant, leaning back to lock eyes with him. "I think both of us in this chair is too much."

The chair makes another, even louder creak and Joe raises his eyebrows. "Why do you have such a flimsy-ass desk chair?"

"Because it's cute and comfy. Plus it's perfectly fine when it's just me sitting in it."

"You calling me fat?" he asks playfully, sticking his bottom lip out in an exaggerated pout.

"No, you goober," you giggle, easing yourself off of his lap to settle on your knees on the floor between his manspread thighs. "You're tall and muscular and big," you state. "Deliciously big," you continue, ghosting your fingers over his impressive erection while licking your lips. "Let's lose these," you whisper, pulling his undies off and tossing them to the side.

You take your time enjoying the view before dropping open-mouthed kisses up the long length of his thick thighs, his soft, blonde leg hair tickling your lips as you work your way up to his crotch; he sucks your essence off of his fingers as he watches you through heavy-lidded eyes, the look on his face making you want to do deliciously naughty things to him.

"You're gorgeous," you whisper, sliding your hands over his abs, smiling when his muscles tighten under your touch. The heat radiating off of his big, hard body makes you more than a little lightheaded, and his scent -- a purely masculine musk -- literally makes your mouth water. You decide to let him know. "You make my mouth water," you groan, continuing to drop kisses near, but not quite on, his hard cock.

"No I don't," he scoffs, color rushing into his cheeks at the compliment.

It always amazes you when he gets shy about his good looks; in his mind he's still a nerdy guy, and he's not quite comfortable with the fact that he grew up to be a total sex god. You give him a sultry grin as you double down.

"You 100 percent make my mouth water. Want me to show you?"

He studies your face for a bit before responding. "Yeah … show me."

"Okay." You take your time gathering the excess saliva on your tongue before opening your mouth, letting the spit drizzle down on his shaft while holding eye contact with him. "So fucking hot," he hisses, his cock twitching as you lean down and flatten your tongue against it, licking base to tip before lapping at the precum on the plump, velvety head. The sensual, uniquely masculine taste has another flood of saliva pouring into your mouth; you lean back and lock eyes with him as you gather the moisture again, this time spitting it in your hand before wrapping your fist around his thick shaft, jacking him with smooth, steady strokes for a minute before dropping your head back down to tease him with your lips and tongue, slowly replacing your hand with your mouth as you take him deep, your gag reflex firing a few times before you hit just the right angle to deep throat him.

He buries his hands in your hair as you pleasure him, the words of praise spilling from his lips interspersed with soft grunts and groans that go straight to your core. Tears roll down your cheeks, and he brushes them away then lifts his fingers to his mouth, licking the salty liquid before hissing in pleasure as you lightly scratch your fingernails over his balls.

"Shit, babe, hold up a sec," he grits out. "I don't wanna cum yet." You pull off of his erection with an audible pop, wiping a hand over the spit and precum coating your chin while panting to catch your breath. "Just let me know what you need," you offer, your pulse picking up at the feral look on his face. He loudly sucks his plump bottom lip into his mouth, the action and noise so suggestive that you feel your core throbbing in unison with your racing heartbeat.

"I need to taste you," he purrs, his voice husky with desire. "Then I need to fuck you."

The throbbing in your core escalates, and you cup a hand over your soaked panties to try and ease the almost-painful ache; his gaze flicks down to your crotch before returning to your face, the carnal promise in his smile making your pleasure points hum with anticipation.

"How sturdy is your desk?" he asks, eyeing it as if sizing it up for a naughty, vigorous romp.

"Not sturdy," you mutter, gasping in surprise when he quickly stands up and reaches down, wrapping his hands around your waist and picking you up before striding for the door; you wrap your legs around him and bury your face in his neck as he walks to the bedroom.

He sits you on the edge of the bed and slides your panties off in one smooth motion, dropping to his knees on the floor between your spread thighs; you lean back on your elbows and watch as he lowers his head and flutters his tongue over your clit before plunging his tongue inside you, the noise you make causing him to lock eyes with you as he repeats the action. "I'm gonna cum in ten seconds if you keep that up," you whimper, biting your lip when he lifts your legs over his broad shoulders. "Then let's slow it down," he purrs against your most sensitive flesh, the vibrations from his deep voice causing a shiver of pleasure to shoot through you. "I'm gonna take my time," he continues, dropping delicate kisses and licks on your aching folds while avoiding your clit.

After what seems like an eternity on the edge, you decide to take matters into your own hands; you slide a hand in his messy curls and give a tug, using the leverage to grind your pussy against his face in a way you know he loves. "You drive me fucking crazy," he growls once you let him come up for air, his eyes dark with lust when he raises his head to look at you. "I'm seriously about to cum," he grits out, his breath catching in his throat when you quickly lift your legs off of his shoulders and slide off the bed, straddling him and reaching a hand down to line his cock up with your slick entrance before taking him balls deep.

He makes a noise that's half groan/half growl and 100% primal when your core clenches his thick length; you dig your fingers into his muscular shoulders and start riding him hard, whimpering on every down stroke at the feel of him bottoming out. He leans you back until your back is pressed against the edge of the bed, the new angle causing him to hit your sweet spot on every stroke. "Just like that!" you pant, moaning when he drops a hand down to tease your clit. "Fuck, baby," he hisses as his climax hits, the hot spurts coating your core as he pinches your clit with just the right amount of pressure to pull your trigger.

The sound of your mutual heavy breathing is the only noise you hear for several minutes; when you finally open your eyes and look at him, you have to smile at how totally fucked out he looks. "I think I passed out for a sec," you pant. "Me too," he chuckles.

~ ~ ~

Thirty minutes later -- after a shared shower where both of you laughingly complained about your shaky legs -- y'all are lying in bed, trading yawns and agreeing to sleep late the next morning.

You're just on the edge of sleep when he speaks up. "Babe? You still awake?"

"Yeah."

"Can I ask you something?"

"Sure."

The silence stretches out for a minute before he speaks up again. "It's kind of stupid, I guess. Maybe I'll keep it to myself."

"What is it?" you ask, sitting up so you can look down at him.

He scrunches his perfect nose up. "We have two games left before the bye week."

"Yeah, Cardinals and Seahawks."

"If I play really awful like I did today, and we lose both of those games, will you still secretly marry me during the bye?"

You give a snort of laughter before you realize he's not laughing with you. "Are you serious?"

"A little, yeah."

You take a deep breath before responding. "Remember that convo we had earlier tonight when I said if you lose every single game for the rest of your NFL career, I'll still want you more than anything?"

"Yes, ma'am," he mumbles.

"Well, let me drive that point home a little harder." You brush his curls off of his forehead and give him a smile before continuing. "If you play like total dogshit in both games, throw twenty picks, lose fifty to nothing, and cut a huge fart in the post-game pressers, I'll still want you more than anything. I can't wait to secretly -- and eventually not-so-secretly -- marry you. Does that answer your question?"

"Yeah," he laughs along with you for a minute before quieting down. "Sorry I'm being such a needy baby lately."

"You're being human instead of a robot," you soothe, leaning down to press a kiss on his lips. "It's a nice change," you say cheekily, giggling when he flips you over and lands a loud smack on your ass. "Don't get me started," you echo his words from earlier.

He rolls you back over and pushes up on an elbow, looking down at you in the dim lighting. "Meaning?"

"Meaning I know where this is headed," you purr, licking your lips just before his mouth captures yours.

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natti-ice · 2 months

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Tom Riddle NSFW Alphabet.

Warnings: 18+ mdni, under the cut are NSFW headcanons

Author’s note: this is a reupload, I wrote this a while ago!

A = Aftercare (what they're like after sex)

Tom can be quite rough during sex, he has a lot of aggression that releases during sex so he makes sure you're okay afterward. He doesn't mean to hurt you. He cleans you up after making a mess, he leaves kisses on all the areas he was the roughest(your ass mostly, he's really into spanking). He isn't always the most affectionate person in public but behind closed doors, he'll hold you and ask if you're okay.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner's)

He knows he is attractive and is very confident in himself. He has toned muscles but isn't bulky, he likes his forearms and his hands the most. He loves using his hands, he likes watching you squirm. He is definitely a tit man, but he adores your ass. A nonsexual part he loves is your neck, kissing and leaving hickeys are his foreplay.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Creampies. He loves finishing inside of you, it feels like he's marking his territory you're his. But he does switch it up sometimes, facials are also a favorite of his. He likes when you're on your knees in front of him, he likes feeling dominant.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Before you got together he used to watch you from afar, not on some Joe Goldberg shit though. He was very fascinated with you from the moment he saw you, he needed to know more about you. You aroused him just by breathing, he often thought about what it would be like to fuck you, all the things he would do to your body.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they're doing?)

Tom is quite experienced, he had many sexual encounters before meeting you but none of them had feelings involved. When you got together he had to learn how to incorporate intimacy during sex. He immediately knew all the right places to touch you, learning your body was the easiest thing to do.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

He's more of a missionary man but where you have your ass hanging off the bed and he's fucking you while standing, it gives him more control. He likes watching the pleasure on your face, he loves turning you into a complete wreck. Also, he loves how your tits bounce when he thrusts inside of you.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Tom's a pretty serious person so he isn't very humorous but he will chuckle when you look pathetic under his touch.

H = Hair (how well-groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He takes a lot of pride in his looks and hygiene, he keeps everything neatly trimmed.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

At the beginning of the relationship, it was purely for sex. He wasn't too worried about romance he just wanted to get his rocks off. But as he started to fall for you he incorporated more romantic gestures. Like foreplay, going on dates, etc. In the moment he tries his best to make sure that you're enjoying yourself, he won't do anything you aren't comfortable with.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He has always been an active masturbater, even though he can have you whenever he wants he still masturbates. He thinks about all the times he's fucked you, all the places he's fucked you, the way you melt under him, just thinking about you makes him hard.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

He has a few different kinks, he likes degradation, hair pulling, spanking, public sex, light bondage, and edging (he loves to hear you beg).

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Honestly, he'll fuck you anywhere and in front of everyone, he loves showing off what's his. Public bathrooms are always pretty accessible when you're feeling horny in public. At home, he likes taking you on the floor, the shower, the kitchen counter, and literally every room in the house.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

You don't have to do much to arouse Tom, wearing a more revealing top can turn him on. Teasing him or making him upset makes him very horny, getting under his skin is the best way to get him into bed.

N = No (something they wouldn't do, turn offs)

Tom is pretty open to most things but he really does like to stick to the normal things he likes. I don't think he would like being a sub though unless it was something you really wanted(plus I think he'd be afraid that he would like it.)

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Tom doesn't mind blowjobs(he prefers you to deepthroat him) he loves to eat you out. He's very skilled with his tongue, he knows the right pressure to put on your clit, fingering is also a must, and he loves hearing you moan.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

When you both first start having sex it's pretty slow and gentle, he likes working you into it. As time goes on, he gets pretty fast and rough. Being rough is a big turn-on for him, throwing you around in the bed a little bit really pushes him to the edge.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He is always up for a quickie, especially since he knows how needy you can be. No matter if it's a quickie or not, you're having sex. Every. Day. He's also pretty busy sometimes so it helps him relieve stress.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

As I said before, he's down to try anything that you want to do even though he likes to stick to what he knows he likes. Sometimes if he's feeling spontaneous he'll suggest you try something new.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

There's a two-round minimum every time you have sex. He can last up to 30 minutes a round, he's trained himself to last longer to please you.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He definitely has a vibrator he uses on you when he really wants to see you get worked up. You know as soon as you see it, you're getting edged. Having control of your orgasm brings him pleasure.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

THE BIGGEST TEASE! Like I said he's really into edging/orgasm denial, making you beg for it by teasing your pussy with his dick, even in public he'll whisper in your ear the filthiest things and watch you try to stay calm.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

When he's fucking you he can be pretty loud, he moans when he's deep inside of you. He's a big dirty talker, he calls you all sorts of names like slut, whore, bunny, etc. Not everything he says is degrading though, he loves telling you how good you feel.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He's secretly always wanted to have a threesome but knows he would get too jealous and ruin it for you so he never says anything.

X = X-ray (let's see what's going on under those clothes)

He definitely has good length and girth, it's not too big to the point it hurts but it's big enough to stretch you out. For the rest of his body, he's very fit but not overly muscular. He's never really understood the desire to have big muscles.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

This man's sex drive is crazy. He doesn't really know how to deal with his emotions properly so it all goes into his sex drive.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterward)

Sex does relax him but unless you're fucking at night he won't fall asleep. After you two finish he'll cuddle with you until you fall asleep, sometimes it takes longer for him to go to sleep because he always has something on his mind.

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mommypieck · 7 months

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𑄽୧ on cam with bertholdt 𔓘 ᰍ

kinktober day 15: watch my cunt!!!

✿ berthodt hoover x camgirl!reader

✿ warnings: dildos, voyeurism, p in v, creampie, on cam

"Do you like the new dildo?" you ask your fans, flashing the cam with a big smile. Your chat spams with different people and the positions they would like to see you in. Just as you're about to press the dildo inside you, the door falls open and reveals your confused roommate Bertholdt.

"Omg, Bertie? What are you doing here?" you scream, covering your body in a blanket. You can't believe your long-time roommate just has seen you with your legs open. He's confused. He isn't sure what you are doing. but his expression falls when he notices your laptop in front of you.

"Why would you do that?" he asks, looking like a deer in headlights. He can't believe you would be doing this by your own will. You were always the innocent girl in the class, and now you would choose this path? No way.

He holds your hands in his, "y/n, is someone forcing you to do this?" he questions. There's sadness and a worried look in his eyes, and he almost looks like he's about to cry.

You cry at his expression, "No, dummy. I love doing this." you confess, standing up from the bed. You open your wardrobe, showing him all of the different toys.

"This is all I want to do. This job is everything to me," you tell him. He can see how happy you look as you tell him, but he still isn't sure.

"Can you show me how it works?" he asks, looking down at his hands. You chuckle at his shyness, but you open your laptop. You press stream, and your chat fills with your different fans.

"Hi, babies. What are we gonna do today?" You smile into the camera, looking at Bertholdt by the side of your eye. He looks nervous but invested.

The comments start to fill with different suggestions of what they want to see you do. Berthold looks at the comments with wide eyes, he can't believe you are letting some freaks tell you what to do.

Mrdaddybear: Who's that?

Berthold curses when he sees the comment, shuffling off the screen. He doesn't want his day to become even weirder if some porn-obsessed creep sees his face.

"We have a guest today. He's gonna want how I treat you, guys," you announce, preparing all your favorite toys. Berthold's head is spinning, and he's not sure if he's gonna survive looking at the different sex objects. Not talking about the fact that he knows you're gonna strip, and he's gonna see you named again.

"This is my favorite," you tell him, showing a 6-inch dildo right in his face. He jumps back a bit but still examines how it looks. It's smaller than him, he thinks.

You spread your legs on the bed, showing your stream your pussy. You rub the tip of the toy up and down your slit before swiftly pushing it inside of you.

Bertholdt swears he's dead now. The way you take the toy is amazing, and he thinks about if you would be able to take him so easily too.

cumlover69: push it up your ass

"Not today," you answer the comment as you fuck yourself with the toy. You can't help but get wetter at the way your roommate watches you. You know he's hard for you, but you know you can't press that hard. You think about how big he is, This dildo is standard size for you, but maybe he's even bigger or a bit smaller. He's a big guy after all so he must be at least as big as the toy.

Master Joe: let him fuck you, I haven't seen you take a real dick before

You look at Bertholdt, knowing he noticed that comment. His face is completely red, and it even looks like he has trouble breathing.

"Some people have no morals," he grunts under his nose, almost looking pissed. Maybe you should ask him if he wants to do it.

"You look stressed," you tell him, moving closer to his body. Your hand moves up his thigh, and his breath hitches.

"Please Bertie," you beg, you want him to fuck you so bad. He's a good boy, he's gonna say yes. You love how miserable he looks right now.

"Okay, y/n."

Your eyebrows furrow, he's way bigger than the toy. You've never had something so big inside of you. But it's a challenge for you. You open your legs for him, showing him your whole pussy. He thinks you're beautiful even the way you're whoring yourself for him.

He kneels in front of you, lining up his cock with you entrance. You wince as he presses forward, his size too overwhelming. When he bottoms inside of you, you let out a whorish moan. You never felt so full before.

"You don't have to face the camera." you tell him, and he speeds his thrusts a bit, "Yeah, that's it. fuck me like this."

You can see he loves the praise by how his dick twitches inside you. You put your feet on the bed, humping back against his cock.

He feels so fucking good inside of you. It's been a while since you had some cock inside you, and you missed it so much. You also missed hearing the other person moan. Berthold sounds so heavenly. You know he's trying not to be loud, but you want him to show you how good your pussy is.

"You like fucking me, Bertie?" you ask him. He looks confused about what you're asking him, probably his first time inside of someone in a while too.

"Feels so good." he moans, throwing your hands on his shoulders. He folds your body in half, not caring if the people can see his face. You're the best pussy he ever had, and he's not letting it go. He knows how much you're enjoying this, your pussy holding his cock so tightly he might cum at any moment.

"I'm so close. You're gonna watch me cum?" you're not sure if you're talking to the camera or to Bertholdt. But he whines at your statement. You decide to tease him harder, "You wanna watch me cum, Bertie? Are you gonna cum at me?"

Poor Berthold has to close his eyes in order not to cum. You're so fucking lewd, but he loves it. He's close too, you both know it. It's gonna take more of your dirty sentences, and he's gonna cum.

"It's right here, Bertie." you squeak, digging your heels into his back harder, "empty your big cock inside me."

That's all it takes for both of you to cum. Your arms wrap around his body, and you press him on top of you as you shake and writhe from your orgasm. Your pussy sucks all of his cum inside, and you're almost confused at how much he cums. Poor boy hasn't cum in so long.

Your grip on his body loosens, but you let him on top of you. You smile, he's totally wearied out. You stroke his hair, letting him get off his high, making sure to end the stream.

"Did you like it, Bertie?" you mumble against his hair. he nods his head, not saying anything.

"I liked it, y/n. We can do it more often, but I don't want other people to see us."

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jordyn14 · 1 month

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Do or Drink 2 | Joe Burrow

Summary: Despite what Joe wants, the game continues but is stopped when a dare sounds like too much for Joe and it’s impossible to not give him what he wants.

Pairing: Joe burrow x first person reader

Words: 3237

Notes: this fic contains smut so 18+ please. Thank you so much for liking my other fics, I hope you enjoy!! ❤️

“Wait, stop it.” I quickly said just as Joe was about to thrust into me. Joe looked up at me, thinking something was wrong as I began to shimmy my way out from under Joe. “Are you seriously going to leave me like this because you want to continue the game?” Joe asked me, a mixture of shock and confusion on his face as he referred to his boner. I could tell he was annoyed that I wouldn’t let him relieve himself just yet. What can I say? I was enjoying this game and I didn’t want it to end just yet. “If I recall correctly, it’s your turn.” I said and grabbed my panties from the ground and put them back on. I patted Joes thigh, trying to take my eyes off of the tent in his pants and go back to the game, although with every passing second, I could feel the throb in my pants get more intense, and I somewhat regretted not letting Joe fuck me.

Joe glared at me for a few seconds before reaching over and grabbing another card and then started to read it. As soon as Joe read it, he began to chuckle to himself and then look over to me, contemplating whether he should do it or not. “Don’t drink, do it.” I laughed and tried to look at the card. “Then I have to sit on your lap until it’s my turn again.” He said. I began to laugh more and then snatched the card from his hands and read it, thinking it was a joke, but it wasn’t. “Are you kidding me? You weigh like 500 pounds. You’re gunna crush me.” I laughed, but put my feet down on the ground instead of on the couch to prepare myself for his big ass to sit on me.

“Excuse me? What’s with the fat shaming? I’m only 220 or some shit.” Joe laughed a little before rubbing his hands together in a playful manner while he scooted on closer to me. “Oh boy.” I said to myself as he shimmied his way onto my lap. Joe sat sideways with his feet on the couch so he could put some weight on the couch instead of it all on me. “Holy shit.” I strained when my legs began to ache already as he pushed me down into the couch. We both began to laugh as Joe handed me another card so we could hurry this up and he could get off of my lap. I flipped the card around in my hand and began to read it. “Oooh, yes. Now this I can do.” I said with a little giggle and set the card back down. I reached up and grabbed the top of my bra and began to pull it down until my breasts were completely uncovered. I looked up at Joe as he swallowed hard.

As he looked down at my breasts, his cheeks and ears turned the shade of a tomato and he started breathing heavier. “Did you know that I have a love hate relationship with this game.” Joe asked me as I put my bra back on. “And why is that?” I joked, knowing exactly the reason. Joe loved that during this game, he got to see my breasts or tease me or do things that no other game would allow him to do. The part he hated was that he’s been sitting here with a boner basically since the start of the game, which isn’t very ideal for him. “You know why.” Joe chuckled as he got off my lap and sat down next to me where he originally was since it was his turn again. He leaned forwards and picked up another card and read it out loud with a big laugh. “Imitate your partners moaning or drink twice…oh fuck yeah.” Joe continued to laugh before setting the card down and clearing his throat, preparing himself. Joe began to let out loud and open mouthed moans in a girly way, imitating how I moan. “Oh Joey. Fuck.” He continued to moan.

The whole time, I couldn’t stop laughing as he continued to moan out things that I usually do. “You’re so big!” Joe moaned before I slapped his arm. “The other one I have said, but that one…I have never said that once.” Joe and I both laughed, making him stop moaning finally. “Yeah, but we both know you’re thinking it.” He said and raised his eyebrows up and down really quickly with that panty dropping smile on his face and a wink. I shook my head as I began to blush and grabbed another card with a laugh. Joe placed his hand on my thigh and began to squeeze at my bare skin. I was still only in my panties and bra from having to take off pieces of clothing and it was getting extremely cold. “You’re not going to like this one.” I said with a little laugh and shook my head even more. I knew it would turn him on even more and would drive him crazy. “What is it?” Joe asked curiously. “Both of the options suck.” I said. Joe looked at me a little confused before I said, “either lick your partner’s waist or finish both of your drinks.” I said. I knew that if I finished both of our drinks which were still pretty full, I would surely get drunk, but I knew the other option wasn’t the best for Joe. Joe groaned a little bit out of frustration and rubbed the back of his neck. I then looked down at the huge tent in his pants.

With a small smile, I stood up and walked in front of Joe. Joe just trailed his eyes up my body until we made eye contact. I could see every detail as I stood in front of Joe while he sat manspread on the couch. His bright blue eyes, his long curls that draped over his forehead, his jaw line that was begging me to place kisses along it, his bare neck which I wanted to leave magenta marks on, those plump and red lips and hands that I wanted on me again. I didn't know if it was the mixture of me being horny while being intoxicated that made my head a little fuzzy or the fact that my perfect husband was sitting down right in front of me looking absolutely beautiful, but all I could focus on was him.

My core clenched around nothing and a breath hitched in my throat. “Fuck this game.” I said quickly and pulled the hair tie off of my wrist and gathered up all of my hair, securing it loosely in a ponytail. "You’re fine with ending the game, right?" I asked him with a giggle and started to walk closer to him, despite already knowing the answer. I saw how excited he was getting. Joes eyes filled with lust and he quickly started to pull down his shorts. "I wanted to end the game before but of course you wanted to keep going." Joe said quickly and frantically pulled himself out of his boxers. His cock, free from his pants, tried to spring up, but was weighed down from the size of it as I bent down in front of him on my knees.

With a loud gulp at the size of him, I made eye contact with him and brought my mouth closer to the tip. Opening my mouth, I swirled my tongue around the tip, tasting the pre-cum that coated it before flicking my tongue over the sweet spot on the side of it, tasting the salty remnants. Joe sucked in a breath at the initial contact and in a matter of seconds, tangled his left hand in my hair that was in my ponytail. "C'mon, Don't tease." Joe strained, having waited long enough for this. While maintaining eye contact, I took him in my mouth and started to suck and slurp while grabbing the base of his cock with my right hand since I couldn't take him all. "Oh fuck." Joe hissed. His eyes rolled into the back of his head while I made sure not to neglect a single vein as I sucked him into oblivion. I went down until the tip of his cock hit the back of my throat and then started to bob my head up and down.

My hand at the base of his cock worked together with my mouth to ensure that I didn’t miss a single inch of him. As I looked up at Joe, he breathed heavily and gripped my hair tightly, forcing my head down on his cock. While I bobbed my head up and down, Joe emphasized my movements by pushing my head down so his cock hit the back of my throat each time, almost making me gag. Tears and mascara ran down my face until I needed to pull away from Joe to get in a breath. With my other hand, I gripped Joes thigh and pulled my mouth off of him while still pumping him with my other hand. Joe, knowing I needed a break to breathe and now able to look down at me, made eye contact with me as a stream of saliva and precum dripped down my chin and onto Joe’s thigh.

"Come here." Joe said and started to lift me up off of the ground in front of him. My knees cracked in the process from being on the hard ground and then I straddled Joes lap. Joe placed his arms on the back of the couch, wanting me to do everything since I denied him sex for a while. Nerves flooded my body and I questioned if I could even do this. Every single time I've rode Joe, Halfway through my legs burn and it feels like I can't go anymore. It gets to the point where Joe has to take over, but today I kind of deserve it I guess. "Use the couch baby. Just use the couch." Joe talked me up. Joe breathed heavily as the desire for him to be inside of me increased. "You can do it." Joe hummed softly.

I took a deep breath, and, with a nod, moved my panties to the side. As I touched my panties, I felt the pool that formed and was currently getting bigger, and my thighs were damp with my own arousal. I lined myself up with Joe before slowly lowering myself onto his cock. The tip of Joes cock pushed through my soaking folds and I sunk down a little deeper. A loud gasp escaped my lips as I took a second to get adjusted to his size. My walls clenched down around him, making us both say, "fuck", at the same time. I let out loud moans as I sunk down deeper and deeper on Joe, his cock stretching me out and filling me up in the most perfect ways. "That's it, baby, you can take more." Joe groaned, muttering sweet words of encouragement which only made me more confident. With Joes words and a loud moan that escaped my lips, I sunk all the way down on Joes cock.

I began to move up and down on Joes cock and move my hips forwards and backwards, creating a rhythm that almost sent me over the edge as soon as I started. From under me, Joe wasn't ashamed of hiding his noises of pleasure and groans as I road him. Hearing Joe only made me want to pleasure him more, so I road him faster and harder, the tip of his dick hitting my g-spot repeatedly every time I sunk all the way down on his cock, making me let out loud open mouthed moans. A feeling of total pleasure and euphoria washed over me and flooded my head and I leaned my head back and sealed my eyes shut. I moved forwards more and hit a spot I missed the entire time and let out a loud, "oh fuck Joey.”

With his left hand, Joe brought it up and grabbed my chin between his index finger and thumb, bringing my head down. I opened my eyes and made eye contact with Joe before my legs started to burn. I slowed down the movement of my hips and let out a moan when Joe brought his hand back down to where we were connected and rubbed his thumb gently over my clit. "Use the couch, baby." Joe said through gritted teeth as I rode him and my walls fluttered around his dick. I listened to him and put my hands on the back of the couch and gripped it hard.

While maintaining eye contact with Joe, I used the couch as leverage and started to bounce up and down on him faster, his cock once again hitting my cervix with even more force, my veins coursing with pure ecstasy. "Fuck-There you go." Joe groaned and clenched his jaw down hard as I rode him. Within a few seconds, I felt a knot in my stomach and then my high washed over me. I crumbled on Joes lap as my legs and then whole body began to shake. My eyes rolled into the back of my head. "Oh my gosh." I breathed out as my body came down from my high. I breathed heavily as my orgasms washing over me. With a little moan, I lifted myself off of Joe's cock. “You did so good." Joe talked me up as he lifted me off of his lap and on the couch so I was laying flat on my back. Joe climbed up in between my legs and kissed my lips before he trailed his kisses along my jawline and then settled on a spot on my neck, surely leaving magenta marks. While he did this, he took off my panties and threw them to the side again.

I let out eager moans as he sucked and kissed the soft skin on my neck. I ran my fingers through his hair and tugged a little bit as my core throbbed. “I need you.” I begged as I breathed heavily, needing Joe inside of me again. “Be patient." Joe said, teasing me. Joe began to slowly kiss and suck on the other side of my neck, leaving hickeys on that side too. One of joes hands started to squeeze and play with my right breast. Moaning slightly, I put my hands on joes back and dug my fingernails into it, wanting him to stop messing around. “Please.” I sighed eagerly as he continued to kiss my neck. Right after I said this, Joe spread my legs apart with one hand and then detached his lips from my neck with a small popping sound.

Joe looked into my eyes, but all I could focus on was what was in between his legs. I once again gulped the size and started to wiggle underneath of him, needing him. “Go on, baby.” Joe said. I reached down slowly and grabbed his cock in my hand. Joe groaned at the contact as I gave it a few small pumps with my hand. I looked at the tip that was red and dotted with not only his pre-cum but my arousal as well and started to slide the tip along my soaking wet folds. Soon after I did this, he pushed into me. I tensed up at the immediate feeling as he stretched me out and filled me up. “Fuck, baby.” Joe moaned at the feeling of my walls squeezing around him. I gasped roughly at the feeling of him inside of me but took a few deep breaths which calmed me down and let me acclimate to his size. “Are you okay?” Joe asked me. I quickly nodded in response, preparing for the pleasure I was about to feel. As soon as I nodded, he began to thrust deeply into me, letting me adjust to his length before he started to go in faster and harder.

My nails dug into joes back as he repeatedly thrust into me, and I knew I was leaving red welts and even blood. “Oh Joey. Fuck." I said, moaning his name loudly. Every time Joe would pull out a little, it was met with a fast and hard thrust back into me. As he fucked me, I arched my back and ran my fingers either through his hair or his muscular back, the feeling of pleasure taking over. His hips slammed against mine so hard that he had to hold my hip with one hand so I didn’t move as much. A clapping sound filled the room shortly after. My mascara and tears streamed down my face as we made eye contact. No matter what, Joe wanted to look into my eyes. He wanted to look at my fucked out face and see just how good he made me feel. It didn’t matter if it was in a mirror or not, he loved looking at me. When I thought he couldn’t get any hotter, he reached up with his other hand and grabbed onto the arm of the couch for more stability as his hips snapped quickly against mine and picked up the pace, causing my eyes to roll into the back of my head.

I felt the knot come back, but I didn’t focus on it and I didn’t want Joe to push me to my orgasm just yet. The amount of pleasure I was feeling was unlike no other and I wanted to feel this forever. I continuously let out moans and when the pleasure started to get replaced with some pain, I bit my lip hard and soon tasted blood. As we made eye contact, Joe read my facial expression and then dropped one of his hands down to where we were connected and started to rub slow and gentle circles into my clit. “Don’t stop!” I moaned out loudly as the pain was once again replaced with pleasure. I’m in sensation overload and it feels amazing: Joe’s slow circles on my clit and the way he is fucking me into the couch with every thrust is driving me absolutely crazy. When the knot became too hard to ignore, I arched my back and felt myself clench around him as I came apart for Joe, my orgasm washing over me once again. “Joey.” I moaned his name loudly, scratching his back hard as his hips continued to thrust into me quickly. As we made eye contact, I shook my head slightly, letting Joe know that I wasn’t able to go any more rounds, so Within a few seconds, Joe’s thrusts got sloppy before he groaned and I felt a twitch inside of me.

I let out one final moan as Joe pulled out of me and collapsed by my side as my body rippled and shook next to him, my orgasm washing over me. The both of us breathed heavily, sweat coating the both of our foreheads and Joe’s liquid ran down my thigh. “You’re amazing.” I said, out of breath. Joe looked over at me and wrapped me in his arms. “No you are.” He said, also out of breath, placing a kiss on the top of my head.

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joeys-babe · 4 months

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Joey B Blurbs: Santa

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Summary: You and Joe decorate the Christmas tree with your little family.

Warnings: Sweet fluff, slight dirty talk, illusions to smut

Pairing: Joe Burrow x reader

Imagine universe: Into The Mystic

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*December 1, 2023* - Before pregnancy is known

It was an off day for Joe, so now that I finally had my husband away from football, It was time to decorate the tree.

We’d spent the morning decorating the outside of the house, and the inside, so now all that was left was the tree.

He ‘engaged’ his ‘football muscles’ and got the Christmas decorations out of the garage, along with the tree.

Tyson and Miles stood so small next to the Christmas tree as they looked up at it in astonishment.

Though it was bare, it was enticing to them.

I forced Joe to put on his Christmas PJs from last year as I did the same. The boys had outgrown theirs, so we will get a new set this year for Christmas Eve.

“Do I look dumb?” - Joe

Since last year, Joe has gained significant muscle, and the shirt was practically wearing him. Though it was clear that he'd need a bigger size this year, he looked so hot.

“You look delicious.” - you ran your hands over his arms

“I feel like my chest is going to bust the shirt open.” - Joe grumbled

“Hopefully.” - you mumbled

“What was that?” - Joe smirked

“Nothing!” - you turned to run away

Before I could even get a foot away, Joe grabbed my arm and pulled me back into him. With a harsh smack on the ass, his lips attached to mine.

“You’re gonna find yourself on the naughty list, Mama.” - Joe grinned

“Gonna stuff my stocking with coal?” - you

“Oh, I’ll stuff your stocking with something.” - Joe

“Joseph Lee!” - you swatted at his chest

Joe’s hands remained on my ass as he gave me a hard squeeze. With a dirty grin on his lips, he leaned forward to kiss me, but the moment was ruined before he could.

“Mama!” - Miles yelled without taking his eyes off of the tree

After wiggling out of his grasp, I heard Joe groan out of annoyance as I walked away.

I flashed him a glare and he followed behind me into the living room.

“What's up, bub?” - you

“We help decorate?” - Tyson

“Of course, you guys can help me and Daddy decorate the tree!” - you

“Wait what-” - Joe

The boys cheered before running into the kitchen where the boxes of ornaments were.

“Baby, I bring the boxes in. That’s my part. I don't decorate.” - Joe

“Now you do.” - you smiled

“y/n…” - Joe

I walked towards him with a pleading look on my face.

“Please, Joey…” - you batted your eyelashes for extra measure

Joe narrowed his eyes at me before defeatedly sighing.

“Fine.” - Joe

“Yay! I love you.” - you

Leaning forward to kiss him, I was met with his finger stopping my lips.

“On one condition.” - Joe

“What?” - you

“I get to change out of these pajamas.” - Joe

“Absolutely not!” - you

“Why?” - Joe smiled

“Because you look sexy as hell.” - you smiled and traced his pecks with your finger

I watched him suck in a breath when I placed my hand on his lower stomach, dangerously close to his crotch.

“Okay, I'll keep ‘em on.” - Joe

“Thank you, my love.” - you kissed his cheek

“You’re really on the naughty list now.” - Joe

“Only Santa can decide that, Joe.” - You

“I think he's gonna pay you a visit later.” - Joe winked

I knew exactly what that meant. As a joke, a couple of years ago, I bought Joe a sexy Santa suit as a gag gift, but he ended up liking it.

Now, every December, it would get pulled out of the garage, and I’d be told I was on the ‘naughty list’.

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An hour later, the ornaments were all on the tree, and all that was left was the star.

“I put it on?” - Tyson

“No, me!” - Miles

“You both can.” - Joe

I looked at him confused but he instructed me on how we'd get it done.

“You pick Miles up, I'll pick up Tyson. They can each have a hand on the star and put it on.” - Joe

“Good idea, babe!” - you

“Thank you.” - Joe jokingly took a bow

Moments later, we were lifting the boys in the air as they put the star on the tree.

“Good job, boys!” - you smiled as you and Joe put them back down

Joe and I laughed when Tyson and Miles did a celebratory high-five with each other.

“Okay, now it's bedtime.” - you

“No!!” - Tyson and Miles said in sync

“Aye, you guys don't say no to your mama. Let's go.” - Joe

I watched Joe lead the boys to the stairs before he turned back around and walked to me.

His arms wrapped around my waist as he whispered in my ear.

“I’ll be right back.” - Joe

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Joe kept his promise and was back downstairs in ten short minutes, I was sitting on the couch watching the wood in the fireplace burn.

He had a sense of giddiness in his long strides to the garage.

A few minutes later he walked back into the living room in that Santa suit.

I couldn't help but giggle at his appearance. Flaming red pants with a matching jacket, no shirt on underneath as it was completely unbuttoned. The hat on top of his head and the grin on his face were the icing on the cake.

“Have you been a good girl this year?” - Joe

“I don't know Santa, you tell me.” - you grinned

Joe waltzed up to me, and the angle of him towering over me was so hot.

I ran my hand over his bare lower stomach before he plopped down onto the couch next to me.

“C’mere.” - Joe patted his thick thighs

Immediately doing his bidding and straddling his lap, Joe’s big hands found their places on my hips.

“What do you want for Christmas?” - Joe grinned

“For Santa to give me a nice kiss.” - you

A dirty grin formed on his lips as he leaned forward and pressed his lips onto mine.

If only you two knew about the pair of little eyes that were watching you, that had by now run back to his room.

When Tyson got back to the bedroom he immediately shook his twin brother awake.

“Miles.” - Tyson blabbered

“Hm?” - Miles

“I saw Mommy kissing Santa Clause.” - Tyson

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Authors note: The ending was the OG idea and I just had to find a way to write something to include it. 💀

MERRY CHRISTMAS, to those that celebrate! I hope today is one of the best holidays ever… and this is my gift to you! 🫶

Hope you enjoyed! 💕

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luvu2themoonand2saturn · 1 year

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your valentine, forever

joe burrow x fem!reader

warnings: 18+ content!!! smut, vaginal fingering, praise kink (reader), pet names galore, established relationship, p in v sex, unprotected sex, creampie, soft dom joe, dirty talk, smidge of cum eating??? idfk, there’s also lots of soft and cutesy fluff sprinkled throughout

word count: 4.6k

note: vday fic is finally here, only a week late! used a prompt from the incredibly talented @scealaiscoite in this fic - their fluff prompts are literally the sweetest things <3 prompt is bolded in the fic! also a little treat for swifties in this one! hope you enjoy this smutty fluffy shitshow <3

“Joe! Can you come and zip up my dress?” you called to him from your en suite, where you were getting ready for your Valentine’s date night.

“Be right there, sweetheart,” he responded from your bedroom as he shrugged into his white button down, not bothering to do it up before giving you a hand. He stepped through the doorway that separated you, met with the sight of your back, bare except for the strips of delicate black lace that made up the straps and band of your bra, exposed between the unzipped panels of your dress. It was a classic little black number, with sheer sleeves that ended in cuffs at your wrists. The hem hit just above your knees, your collarbone and upper chest revealed by the v-neck cut.

“Baby, my god,” he said, eyes raking up and down your frame, gaze heated as he took in everything that was revealed to him and savoured the knowledge of everything that was hidden that he would get to touch, to kiss, to caress later that night.

You blushed, helplessly flustered. “Do it up, love, it’ll look better then,” you replied quietly.

“Hard to imagine you getting any prettier,” he said, but he did as you asked and zipped you up before his hands slid down your waist to rest on your hips, his lips dipping down to meet your neck. Your eyes drifted closed as you tilted your head to the side, sighing softly as he pressed kisses along the sensitive skin, working up to the spot behind your ear you especially loved to feel his lips on you.

He gently nipped your earlobe, murmuring, “So goddamn beautiful, babygirl.”

You squirmed around in his hold so you were facing him, eye level with his bare, beautifully sculpted chest. Your hands danced along the ridges of his abs, sliding around to rest on his lower back as you peered up at him. “You don’t look half bad yourself,” you said, pressing a lingering kiss to the bare skin of his chest.

He cupped your face in one warm palm, leaning down to kiss you, while the other hand pressed against your hip, guiding you to step backwards as he walked you towards the bathroom countertop. His lips remained locked with yours as his tongue slipped into your mouth, drawing one of those pretty whimpers from your mouth that he loved so much. When you bumped into the edge of the countertop, both of his hands slid down to cup your ass, easily lifting you onto the marble surface.

He stood between your legs, moving his lips to your neck, pressing wet, open mouthed kisses to the column of your throat. One of his hands massaged up your thigh, slipping under the hem of your dress, straying closer to the black lace of your panties, already soaked through. Your legs wrapped around him, holding him in place against you as your hands tangled in his soft blonde hair.

Detaching his lips from your neck with a wet pop, he pressed a tender kiss to the corner of your mouth as one of his knuckles ghosted over your clothed clit, the slightest touch, but it still made you arch your back into him, trying to regain the contact. “May I?” he asked, voice low and husky with need.

“Please, Joe,” you half mumbled, half whimpered, craving, wanting, needing his hands on you, in you.

Through the haze of desire clouding your mind, you recalled what you had originally been getting ready for in the bathroom. “Joe,” you whispered breathily. “Our dinner reservation.”

“Let a man enjoy his appetizer, pretty baby,” he mumbled against your skin. “Y’know I can make this quick when I need to.”

You giggled at his last comment, but you weren’t going to argue it. He was right.

He pushed the fabric of your panties to the side, before he slid two fingers down towards your entrance, feeling the wetness seeping from your core, already dripping for him. “Fuck,” he groaned, fingers teasingly circling your opening. “So fucking wet for me. Always ready for me, aren’t you, pretty girl?”

Your only response was a needy moan as you tried to grind your hips against his fingers, desperate for more. He couldn’t resist your whimpers, slipping one thick finger inside you, adding another after a moment. “Shit,” he grunted through gritted teeth. “Can’t wait to be inside you later, babygirl.”

“Joe,” you moaned as he pumped his fingers steadily in and out of your weeping cunt.

“Does it feel good, sweetheart?” he asked, pressing a kiss to the edge of your jaw. You only whimpered in response, prompting him to add, “Use your words, tell me how good I make you feel.”

“You make me feel so good, Joe, it’s so good,” you cried out as his fingers curled to brush the soft spot inside you that sent agonizing spasms of pleasure throughout your body.

“Good girl,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to the corner of your mouth. Maintaining the speed of his fingers inside you, he pressed his thumb against your clit, the added friction causing you to grind yourself against his hand.

“Don’t stop,” you whimpered, your eyes closing as you felt your orgasm building in your tummy.

Just as you felt a gasp of pleasure rising in your throat, Joe’s phone on the countertop beside you rang, grabbing your attention. “Joe,” you started, seeing it was a local number.

With his free hand, he guided your head back to face him, keeping his hand on your cheek to hold you in place. “Shh, baby, don’t worry about it, c’mon, you’re almost there,” he said soothingly, feeling your walls fluttering around his fingers, still pumping deep into your cunt. “C’mon baby, focus for me, you can do it,” he urged you, keeping his thumb rubbing small circles against your clit. His words drowned out the sound of the phone ringing, as all of your attention returned to him. Where he was on you, around you, in you. “Let go for me, pretty girl, show me how good you are. C’mon.”

You gasped as the first wave of your orgasm broke, brought on by his soft spoken words, as your head fell back against the mirror and you ground your hips down onto his hand to glean every last ounce of pleasure from your release. You shuddered, grabbing his bicep to steady yourself. “Fuck, Joe,” you groaned, out of breath.

“That’s my girl,” he said, satisfied, as he pulled his fingers from your cunt and grabbed his phone with his clean hand, hitting answer just before it went to voicemail.

“This is Joe speaking,” he said into the phone. While whoever was on the other side spoke, he stuck the two wet fingers that had just been inside you into his mouth, silently sucking them clean. Your legs were still entwined around him, keeping him between them. You leaned into him, cheek pressed to his chest and arms around his waist, as his free arm looped around to your back, hand softly rubbing up and down as you recovered from your orgasm.

You weren’t listening to the crackly voice on the other end of the line, but you noticed he had frowned at whatever was being said, and you subconsciously mimicked his expression in concern.

“Yeah, that’s okay. Alright. Sounds good. Bye,” he said, hanging up.

“What is it?” you asked, resting your chin on his chest to look up at him.

“Bad news, sweetheart,” he said. “That restaurant you wanted to go to fucked up their reservations and overbooked, so they cancelled us because we were the last to reserve a spot.”

Your face fell. “What!? We booked it months ago!” Although you and Joe usually preferred to stay in for date nights, for Valentine’s Day you always made an effort to actually go out, making up for all the anniversaries and birthdays spent at home in bed, drinking wine and making love. You had booked a spot at an upscale restaurant nearby your home weeks in advance, somewhere you’d never eaten before.

Joe interrupted your thoughts when he said, “I know, honey, but we can go another time. To make it up to us they’re covering our bill next time we’re there.”

“That’s nice,” you conceded, but he could still read the disappointment in your face as you tucked your cheek back against his chest.

“Hey, look at me,” he said softly, gently grabbing your chin and urging you to tilt your head back to meet his eyes. “We’re still going to have an amazing night, sweets. I promise.”

“But you were so excited to go to this place! You’ve been talking about it for months,” you said dejectedly.

“Baby, the restaurant isn’t what was going to make this a special night. I just want to spend time with you.” During the football season, it often felt like you barely saw each other. Joe was often out of town, and when he wasn’t, you were working long days. It seemed like the only time you had together was over breakfast and dinner and then five minutes cuddling in bed before you fell into a deep sleep, drained from work. “I’d rather do nothing with you than anything with someone else,” he said softly, leaning down to kiss your forehead.

You took a deep breath, letting some of the tension out of your shoulders. “Same,” you murmured in response.

“Would another orgasm cheer you up?” he asked cheekily, smirking. “Now the reservation’s cancelled we have no time restraints.”

You lightly hit his chest, laughing. “I need to eat something first. You’re insatiable, Burrow.”

“Hard not to be when my girl is so goddamn beautiful. I’ll never be able to get enough of you. Speaking of how pretty you look,” he murmured. “I’ve got one thing for you. C’mere.” He helped you off the counter, your legs still quivering, guiding you back into your bedroom and gesturing for you to take a seat on the king sized bed. He fumbled in the drawer of his bedside table, pulling out a teal Tiffany and Co. bag.

“Joe! You didn’t have to do that!” you exclaimed, accepting the bag when he offered it to you. “You’ve already done so much for me today, sweet boy.”

He settled himself beside you, wrapping an arm around your waist and pressing a kiss to your clothed shoulder as he murmured, “It’s nothing, sweetheart. Just a little something.” Everything was “just a little something” to him, from the massive bouquet of roses you’d found in the kitchen when you had gone downstairs that morning to the hot breakfast he’d made for you (and made of you).

You pulled a box out of the tissue paper in the bag, opening it to find a note sitting on top that read, “Because I really know you.”

“Stop,” you gasped, lifting up the paper to reveal a necklace adorned with a simple circular pendant bearing a cursive letter “J.” “Joe, that is so sweet.” You turned to wrap your arms around him, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “What did I do to deserve you?” you wondered aloud.

“You deserve the world, sweetheart. You always have,” he responded. “Here, let me put it on you.” He gingerly lifted the chain from the box as you swept your hair off your neck, allowing him to lay it across your collarbone and clasp it in the back, not without some difficulty. “Why do they make these things so goddamn small?”

You laughed. “C’mon, Joe, you’ve done this before.”

“Yeah, but this one seems even smaller than they normally are,” he muttered, focused on uniting the clasp and chain, which he eventually succeeded in doing. “Go look in the mirror, sweets, tell me what you think.”

You stood, re-entering the bathroom to admire the chain around your neck, the J pendant resting against your upper chest, identifying you as his.

“It’s beautiful, Joe, thank you.”

“I’m glad you like it. It suits you. Now, dinner,” he started, as he began buttoning his shirt up. “Where will it be? We haven’t got much in the house.”

“What about that grab and go sushi place? We haven’t been there in a bit and god I feel like I could eat fifty pieces of tempura right now. And we just have to pick it up so we won’t have to worry about that fact that everywhere is full tonight.”

“Sounds good to me.”

“I cannot wait to wow the world in this dress for three entire minutes while we pick it up,” you said sarcastically.

“You’ll be wowing me for a lot longer than three minutes, sweet cheeks,” he said, giving your bum a pinch as he walked by to pull his suit jacket off of a hanger. It matched his dress pants, a gorgeous crimson satin.

“I should think so,” you shot back, giving him a look.

After you applied one last swipe of lip gloss and Joe was satisfied with how his hair was falling, you both put on your shoes before descending the stairs to the front door of your home. Joe held your hand, rather tightly, as you walked down the stairs, prompting you to give him a quizzical look. He was a gentleman, absolutely, but he knew you could walk down the stairs in your own house just fine. “Not letting go of you until you’re back on solid ground,” he said, eyeing your heels with a look of distrust.

You laughed, still smiling at his antics when he opened the passenger side door of his car for you, brushing a kiss to your knuckles with a joking, “M’lady.”

“Why thank you, Joe,” you replied, laughing.

He hopped into the driver’s side, starting up the car. He turned up the heat, as he always did when you were riding with him. He was prone to overheating, but you tended to be chilly, something he was always mindful of. He rested his warm palm on your thigh, bare where your dress had ridden up, absentmindedly stroking his thumb across your skin while singing along under his breath to the chorus of the song on the radio.

The night sky was clear, and a bright moon cast a soft glow on the road. It had rained earlier, leaving the pavement shining, reflecting the light.

After a short drive, Joe pulled into the parking lot of a strip mall. Most of the shops were closed, their windows dark, but the sushi place was still open. Through the windows, you could see couples eating in the dimly lit dining area. Joe hopped out of the driver’s side to open your door for you, shrugging out of his suit jacket and draping it over your shoulders when you shivered as the cold February night air blew over you.

While waiting in line to pay for the sushi you had chosen from the grab and go refrigerator, you admired a piece of artwork on the wall, eyeing the price tag, unaware that Joe was busy admiring you. He loved seeing you out in public in that gorgeous dress with his initial resting around your neck, his blazer draped over your shoulders, knowing he was the only one who would ever get to take you out and take you home.

He slid an arm around your waist, bending down to whisper, “This dress looks phenomenal on you, sweetheart, but I can’t wait to take it off.”

“Joe!” you exclaimed under your breath, your cheeks warming with a blush. “What if someone heard!”

“No one heard, lovely, don’t worry,” he soothed you. Joe paid for your sushi, tipping the servers generously. With your trays of sushi packed away in a brown paper bag that rested on your lap in the passenger seat, you began the brief drive home.

“Do we have any wine in the fridge?” you asked, breaking the comfortable silence.

“Of course we do, sweetheart. One bottle of white and a bottle of bubbly, whatever you prefer.”

“Perfect.”

Once back at home, Joe directed you to sit on the couch in the living room, but you insisted on changing out of your dress first. “This wasn’t made for cuddling on the couch,” you said as you dashed upstairs with him right on your heels.

“Neither was this suit.”

You dressed in clothes more suitable for the cozy occasion, you in one of his large tees adorned with an illustration of Bugs Bunny and Daffy Duck (the man loved his cartoons) and a pair of flannel pajama pants, while he pulled on those ridiculous Seinfeld sweats. He pulled you in for a kiss, whispering, “No one else could make Looney Tunes and pjs look just as sexy as a black dress and heels.”

“I don’t think anyone else could pull off these Seinfeld sweats,” you whispered back, slipping two fingers into the waistband, brushing against his pelvic bone and pulling back, allowing the elastic to snap back into place before you turned and exited the room, leaving him hanging.

You headed downstairs into the living room while he disappeared into the kitchen. You fiddled absentmindedly with the new pendant around your neck while you awaited his return. He stepped into the living room, carrying a tray, upon which rested your sushi, neatly plated on a ceramic dish, alongside a bottle of bubbly. He grasped two champagne flutes in his free hand.

“Good evening, ma’am. Welcome to Burrow’s Fine Dining, the most prestigious restaurant in Cincinnati. Your food,” he said, setting the tray on the coffee table in front of the couch, where you sat curled up under a blanket, smiling like an idiot at his act. “Might I interest you in a glass of our house champagne?” he asked officially, displaying the bottle to you.

“You might,” you replied, laughing. He filled a flute, passing it to you delicately, clearly waiting for you to take a sip. You did, holding his gaze. “Fabulous. The best I’ve ever had. I also like the uniform here,” you said suggestively, eyes flicking between his bare chest and the blue sweatpants slung low on his hips.

“Only the best for our customers,” he said with a wink. “Please let any of our staff know if you need anything else,” he said, turning as if about to walk away.

“Hey! Staff! Could you find a Mr. Joe Burrow for me? We’re meant to be on a date, but he still hasn’t showed.”

He spun back around, smiling, raising his arms. “Here he is!”

“You’re an idiot, Joe,” you said, most lovingly. “Come and sit, baby.”

He joined you on the couch, pouring his own flute of champagne. “Just wanted to show you we can have a perfect night even without that restaurant. The service at home is just as good,” he said, propping his legs on the coffee table as he leaned back, sipping his champagne.

You rested your head against his shoulder. “I think the service at home is even better,” you murmured. “Thank you, Joe.”

“Anytime, sweetheart.”

You ate your sushi together on the couch, losing your mind when Joe overestimated his tolerance for wasabi and ended up with tears running down his red cheeks as you just choked on your own laughter, passing him a tissue. The bottle of champagne steadily emptied alongside the platter of food, as Joe’s laughs became heartier, your giggles more forthcoming, both of your cheeks growing rosier.

Joe set his champagne flute on the coffee table, taking yours from your hand without explanation. “About that other orgasm,” he began, grabbing your chin between his thumb and forefinger and tilting your face towards his.

“Mmm?” you hummed.

“You gonna be a good girl and let me have it?” he asked, his pupils dilating with unfiltered lust.

Warmth pooled in your core, anticipation fluttering in your stomach as you nodded. “Whenever you want it.” You closed the distance between your lips, connecting them with a passionate, breathless kiss.

His hands guided your body to lay down on the couch, keeping his lips on yours, his tongue in your mouth. You felt his hard cock on your leg through his sweatpants, and your hands went to his waistband, unsuccessfully trying to push it further down.

“What do you want, baby?” Joe asked teasingly, as if you hadn’t made it perfectly clear.

“Want these off,” you whimpered.

He shimmied his sweats and boxers down and off his legs as you lifted your hips to impatiently strip off your panties and pj pants, awkwardly wriggling on the couch, your sole focus getting it off and getting his warm body back on you. He helped you pull your his tee over your head, his practiced hands unclasping your bra and tossing it onto the carpet beside the couch, leaving you entirely bare beneath him.

His hands ran along your body, down your waist, over the curve of your hips, gripping the flesh of your ass while his head dipped down to take one of your hard nipples into his mouth. His tongue flicked against the sensitive bud as you arched up into him, whimpering his name, which somehow made him even harder. His lips popped off your nipple, giving it one flat lick before switching to the other, mumbling, “You’re fucking perfect, babygirl.” As he sucked your nipple, one of his hands found your core, groaning as he felt your soaked entrance.

Tangling your hands in his hair, you pulled his head from your chest back up to your face, desperately attaching your lips to his as you tried to grind up against his cock.

Breaking apart your needy, messy kiss, he asked, “You ready for me, baby?” Both of your lips were plump and red, glistening with each other’s saliva.

“Please, Joe,” you begged, aching for him, feeling wet beads of his precum on your thigh.

He spat into his palm before reaching between your bodies to give himself a couple firm strokes before he lined up with your weeping entrance. He began slipping his cock into you, grunting at the feel of your tight, wet heat wrapping so perfectly around him. You squirmed underneath him, adjusting around his size, filling and stretching you just right. “Relax for me, baby,” he said through gritted teeth, slowly easing into you until he bottomed out. “Lemme know when you’re ready for me to move,” he said, pressing a kiss to your cheek.

“‘M ready,” you mumbled.

He began thrusting, pulling almost all the way out before plunging back in. He rested his head in the crook of your neck, pressing wet kisses and sucking marks into the soft skin as he grunted with each thrust. “So tight for me, baby, so wet, fuck.”

Your hands scratched at his back, leaving red marks in their wake, as you let out breathy, open-mouthed moans. “Sound so pretty for me, baby,” he grunted. Using one hand, he lifted one of your legs up, bending your knee, allowing him to thrust deeper into you.

“Oh, Joe, fuck!” you cried out at the intensified sensations, his strokes hitting every spot inside of you perfectly in the new position. Ecstasy coursed through your veins, lighting your skin on fire, and when Joe started toying with your sensitized clit, you felt ready to explode, the force of your pleasure so strong it almost hurt. You whimpered in his ear, grinding your hips against his hand, and he sensed that you were close.

“Cum for me, baby, c’mon. Cum on my cock, my good girl, that’s it,” he said as he sensed your orgasm breaking. You cried out, your fucked out frame shuddering beneath him as your walls clenched down around him. He maintained the rhythmic pace of his movements, allowing you to ride out your high, stopping himself from chasing his own orgasm until he knows yours is complete.

When the tension of release leaves your body and you fall limp beneath him, your eyes drifting shut while you catch your breath, he speeds up his thrusts, his breath hot on your shoulder as he moans. His hips are snapping against yours, the vulgar sounds of your wet cunt filling the room as he fucks you hard and fast. “Fuck, baby, I’m gonna cum,” he grunts. His body stills above you as you feel the warmth of his release fill you, his teeth gently grazing your shoulder as the force of his pleasure washes over him.

He let more of his weight fall on you as he caught his breath, his sturdy body against yours while he was still buried deep within you the best feeling. “God, that was so good, Joe,” you said, pressing a kiss to his temple, his head still hidden in your shoulder.

“You’re incredible, baby. So damn good for me, everytime,” he said softly. He shifted onto his elbows, pressing a peck to your lips. “So lucky to have you, my beautiful girl.”

“I’m so lucky to have you, my pretty boy,” you echoed, as you brushed a stray curl from his forehead, fingers grazing his jawline. Your yawn interrupted the moment, as your hands went to cover your face.

“Time to head upstairs?” Joe asked, smiling.

“Mhm, I want to be in bed but I don’t want to move,” you grumbled, holding him against your chest with arms wrapped firmly around him. “One more minute here.”

After a few more minutes of just resting in each other’s embrace, exchanging giggly kisses and soft praises, he slowly pulled out of you. He stood, tugging his sweats on, leaving you bare on the couch. You grabbed a blanket to cover yourself, the room suddenly chilly without him on top of you.

“Be right back,” he said, picking up the dirty dishes from the table and heading to the kitchen, where he deposited them in the sink. He’d do them in the morning - they could wait while he spent time loving his girl.

He returned to the living room, where he bent down to tuck the blanket more tightly around you, before gathering you, blanket and all, against his chest, easily supported by his strong arms.

“Thank you,” you mumbled sleepily, nuzzling your head into his chest. With you in his arms, he did his nightly rounds of the downstairs floor, flicking off light switches and double checking the doors were locked, before heading upstairs, nudging the door of your bedroom open with his foot.

He laid you gently on the bed, heading over to open up your closet door. He grabbed himself a fresh pair of boxers and one of his long sleeve tees for you. He changed before helping you stand up, sliding the shirt over your head.

“I’m so tired,” you said, yawning as you walked into your ensuite on shaky, post-orgasm legs.

His hand came to your lower back to steady you. “We’ll have you cozy in bed soon, sweet girl.”

After using the bathroom, brushing your teeth, and taking off your makeup, you crawled gratefully into bed, immediately rolling over towards Joe’s side where you could snuggle into his inviting warmth. He slipped under the covers beside you, flicking off the bedside lamp and wrapping his arms around you.

"Thank you for everything today, Joe. You're the best Valentine ever. I love you so much," you murmured in sleepy contentment.

"I love you too, sweetheart. Is it too early to ask you to be my Valentine again next year?" he asked quietly.

"I'll be your Valentine next year and every year after that, forever."

"Good. I'd never want anyone else."

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burrow-ix · 11 months

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Daddy • JB

Part Two

Since you’ve had your beautiful baby boy, it’s been hard to have some private 1:1 time with your man, and he makes it happen.

Warnings: smutty smut smut #sorrynotsorry, (still getting used to writing it so pls bare with me😅), Dad!Joe (🥵), it’s so fluffy that it’s sickening

Here’s the part two👀

Part One is here

His eyes turn dark and he leans in, smashing his lips to yours. He nibbles on your bottom lip and slides his tongue past your lips to tangle with yours. You moan into his mouth, as your arms around his neck, your hands going into his longer hair.

“Jump” he mumbles against your lips before quickly reattaching them. You jump and he places his hands on your ass and you wrap your legs around his hips. This time already being better than the past two.

He lays you gently on the bed, detaching your lips so he could latch onto your neck. Kissing down your neck and to the top of your shirt. He comes back up to your lips, smirking against them.

“You have too much on, baby” he murmurs into your lips.

“Care to help me out?” You ask and he grins.

“Gladly”

He grabs the bottom of your shirt and pulls it up and over your head and throws it across the room. He looks down at your chest and moans lowly.

“Much better” he leans back down and presses hot, open kisses on both of your breasts.

“If I could have you naked all the time, life would officially be perfect” he says, looking up at you through those beautiful eyelashes.

You let out a shaky breath, his words making you feel loved, even after your little breakdown you had earlier. He makes you feel sexy, he makes you feel like a hot mom, despite the way you have been personally feeling.

He makes his way down your body, kissing down your tummy and smiling up at you. God, he is everything.

He slips off your panties and practically drools. He slips your legs over his shoulders and kissing the inside of your thighs delicately, like he will break you if he is any more rough with you.

“Please” you whisper.

“I got you, baby” he says before licking a nice stripe up your slit.

“Oh shit” you gasp, gripping the sheets sheets below you.

“I want you to watch me devour you” his voice low and raspy catches your attention as you sit up enough to lean back on your elbows, your eyes meeting his now dark blue ones.

He repeats the same motion and you bite your lip excessively hard. God, this was your favorite view, one that could make you let go just by looking at him between your thighs.

He smirks before getting to work, flicking his tongue over and over and over again against your clit. Your eyes roll to the back of your head and you couldn’t help but throw your head back.

You missed this a little too much.

“Eyes on me, Mama” he stops and you about come right there.

Mama

You lift your head back up and look at him, you’re already out of breath and he’s barely done anything but you were about to go over the edge.

He continues his attack, his tongue continuing the same motions when he takes you by surprise by sucking harshly on your clit, the noises becoming too much to bare. Your hips come off the mattress, just to be pushed back down by Joe’s arm. You grip onto his hair with one hand and his forearm that laid across your lower tummy with the other.

“Joe, I’m not gonna last long” you whimper.

“That’s okay” he says before slipping a finger into you, getting you off in a heavenly way with his fingers and tongue.

“Oh my god! Fuck Joey!” You cry out, your back arching as you release all over his face and onto the sheets, moaning Joe’s name multiple times. Woah, it’s been awhile since you’ve done that.

Joe cleans you up with his tongue, your body jumping every time, the over sensitivity kicking in.

He comes back up, attaching his lips to yours, your wetness still coating his chin and once again slipping his tongue into your mouth where you can taste yourself on him. You couldn’t help but moan against him. He’s so hot.

“It’s nice to know I can still make you do that” he murmurs against your lips.

“It’s clearly not very hard to do. You make it look easy” you sigh, trying to catch your breath.

“I’m just that good” he smirks and you roll your eyes.

“Your turn” you smile, reaching down and gripping onto his cock.

“As much as I want that, I want to be inside you even more, it’s killing me” he says and you raise your brows at him.

“I won’t say no to that” you lock your lips with his as he gets in position and slowly slides through your plush folds.

Your eyes screw shut and you gasp against his lips. This kind of freaked Joe out so he stopped, pulling his face away from yours.

“Am I hurting you?” He asks, his voice concerned, the worry lines on his forehead making an appearance.

Did it hurt? Him stretching you out after awhile? Maybe a little, but it only came with a sharp feeling of pleasure right after and you couldn’t get enough of it. Enough of him.

“No, you feel so good, Joey” you whimper, reaching down to his ample ass and pushing him deeper into you, causing you to let out a borderline pornographic moan.

“I’ve missed you so much” he breathes out, his head dropping to your shoulder as he continues slowly thrusting into you.

“I’ve missed you more” you murmur into his neck; wrapping your arms around his neck, letting one of your hands go into his hair.

As much as you love this, him doing all the work and enjoying the feel of you, and you feeling every vein on his cock, you roll the two of you over to where you were on top of him, straddling his delicious hips.

“Oh?”

You sink down onto him and you both moan embarrassingly loud, both of you feeling him bottoming out.

“Oh fuck” he groans, grabbing your hips.

You start rolling your hips back and forth, side to side. He grips your hips tightly, helping you move. You felt every part of him, every vein, every dip, everything and it was so good.

“You are fucking unreal” he says, his mouth falling open and throwing his head back.

“Look at me while I ride you, Daddy” you smirk down at him, trying to suppress a moan at the way he look’s below you.

His head shoots up and his eyes wide as you continue to roll your hips against his.

You have never used the term, “Daddy” until you know, he became one. You decided to use reverse psychology when he used “Mama” earlier, since it got such a rise out of you. And it seems to have gotten a rise out of him, literally. His eyes go darker, if that was even possible and you feel him get painfully harder inside of you.

You roll your hips extra hard and you both curse. The feeling of you two connected like a puzzle piece becoming too much in all of the right ways.

He lifts your hips up and he pulls out of you which causes you to look at him confused. He grabs the back of your neck and brings your lips to his, you bare chest against his and his hand in your hair. As your lips lock, he slams back into you, quickly and repeatedly.

“Oh shit” you whine into his mouth.

“Fuck baby” he groans, “I’m not going to last very long”

“Me neither, oh god-“

You bounce back onto him to help speed up the process. With a couple more thrusts, you both loudly spill over the edge, him giving one last delicious thrust up into you, moaning each other’s names and both of you in a state of ecstasy.

He slips out of you, but he keeps your limp body on top of him, enjoying holding you.

“Now that one had to be top 3” he says and you giggle into his neck.

“Oh for sure” you agree.

“I’m sorry for making you feel like I didn’t want you this way, that couldn’t be farther from the truth” his fingers running up and down your back with one hand, his other holding onto your waist.

“It wasn’t you, Joe. It was me and my own screwed up way of thinking” you sigh, nuzzling your face more into his neck.

“It’s not screwed up. I know you’ve been feeling a certain way about yourself this whole pregnancy and even now that you’ve had him. I’m going to do everything in my power to make you feel beautiful again, so you can see yourself how I see you”

You pull your face out of his neck and look at him. You couldn’t help but smile with tears in your eyes. He cares so much about you and you don’t ever realize how much.

“I love you so much” you bump your nose against his and he smiles.

“I love you more” he winks and kisses you lovingly, rolling you both over to where he is slightly hovering over you.

“Want to go again?” He smirks and you laugh.

“You are incorrigible, Joseph Lee” you giggle, “but yeah, I do”

He chuckles and reattaches his lips to yours sliding his hand down your side, and down to your ass, squeezing it generously.

Just as you two were about to have your way with each other again, little cries could be heard on the baby monitor. You both smile against each other’s lips and he pulls away, resting his forehead against yours.

“Well, we got farther than I thought we would” he chuckles and you smile.

“A solid round and a half” you giggle and he sighs.

“We’re finishing this tomorrow night” he pecks your lips sweetly.

“I’ll be ready” you wink and go to get up when he gently pushes you back down.

“No, I’ll get him” he says, continuing to press loving kisses to your lips, over and over.

“If I can stop kissing you then I will” he chuckles against your lips and you could help but giggle as he continues to kiss you a couple more times before pressing one last kiss to your cheek.

He gets up and throws his shorts back on over that perfect butt before heading to the nursery.

You stare up at the ceiling as you hear Joe’s little coo’s to your baby boy on the monitor. How did you get so lucky to have two boys completely take over your life, your heart, your soul?

You couldn’t help but get teary eyed just thinking about them both and hearing them talk to each other through the monitor.

You get up and throw Joe’s shirt back on and walk to the nursery to see Joe and your baby in the rocking chair, talking away to each other. Your heart soared.

“Come here, Mama” Joe smiles over at you.

You smile back and walk over to your boys where Joe motions for you to sit on his lap to which you do, gladly.

You and Joe sat there watching your now wide awake baby boy, enjoying each other’s presence and realizing that nothing could get better than having these two boys that you love so much that it hurts.

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written for @steddielovemonth Day 19 prompt: Love is helping them unwind after a rough day (@lihhelsing) and Love is the comfort of quiet moments (@tboygareth) Rating: G | wc: 718 | no cw Tags: established relationship, fluff, teacher!steve, rockstar!eddie

Steve knew when he started teaching that his job wasn’t always going to be easy. That for every breakthrough lesson he taught where every one of his students understood and had fun learning, there would be just as many days where he left as frustrated as the kids because the material just wasn’t clicking.

Today was one of those days.

No one was more excited when the dismissal bell rang than Steve. Usually, he’d stick around, grade a few papers, or mingle in the teacher’s lounge but today he packed up his bag just as fast as his kids and bolted to his car.

All he wanted to do was get home, unwind, and have a nice night with Eddie. Maybe make dinner and finally watch the movie Eddie rented a few days ago for them to watch before he got called in for a rewrite session at the studio.

Steve makes it no more than ten steps into the house before his sock-covered foot collides with something hard. At first, he thinks it’s their senior dog Joe — it wouldn’t be the first time he’s tripped over him — but as Steve tumbles to the floor, he realizes he’s tripped over Eddie.

His ass breaks the fall, colliding with the cold tile with a force that’s certain to leave a bruise — one Eddie is no doubt going to poke and prod at because he’s a gremlin, but that’s a problem for later. Right now, he needs to figure out why his boyfriend is currently sprawled out on the floor in the middle of their foyer.

“Rough day?”

Eddie’s response comes in the form of a groan, seemingly too tired to respond with his words. He kicks his legs out farther, starfishing on the floor before scrunching his eyes so tight Steve wants to knead the doughy flesh on his forehead.

“Yeah,” Steve sighs, “me too.”

“Floor time,” Eddie mumbles, patting the spot next to him.

The time it’s Steve who responds non-verbally, grumbling incoherent words as he lowers himself gently to the hard floor. He’s careful with his head, tucking one arm under to act as a cushion. The cold shocks him for all of two seconds before he feels himself sinking into the tile. The weight of today’s shitty day disappears as his body finally relaxes and the world fades into the background.

Steve doesn’t do this as often as Eddie does, but it’s nice. Really nice. They don’t listen to music or talk about their day. They don’t kiss or touch beyond an occasional hand squeeze. They simply lie there with their eyes closed and listen to the sound of their heartbeats.

He had joked once that what they were doing was a form of meditation, but Eddie had scoffed at that — not wanting to participate in the “latest conformist trend” that is yoga, so they call it floor time instead.

As Steve lays there, enjoying the feeling of the cold tile on his tense muscles, he can’t help but break the no-touching rule and reaches his hand out in search of Eddie’s. He finds it immediately, taking his ink-stained hands into his own. His fingers curl around Eddie’s ring-clad ones and he gives it a gentle, reassuring squeeze.

“I love you,” he whispers, soft enough that Eddie might not hear him.

But he does.

Eddie always does.

“No talking during floor time,” Eddie quietly reprimands, before squeezing Steve’s hand back in return. A moment passes before, Eddie tilts his head to the side and opens one eye to look at Steve. “Love you too, baby.”

In a little while they’ll peel themselves off the floor and head into the kitchen to cook dinner. Steve will playfully swat Eddie’s hand away from the simmering pot of sauce and he’ll give him those big puppy dog eyes until he caves and lets him get a taste. And then they’ll sit across from each other at their small dining room table playing footsie while they each vent about the shitty days they’ve had before retiring to the bedroom where they’ll take turns taking each other apart.

But for now, it’s floor time.

#this is the softest thing i've ever written #steddielovemonth #steddie #steddie fic #steddie ficlet #steddie fluff #steve harrington fic #eddie munson fic #steve fic #eddie fic #steve harrington fluff #eddie munson fluff #stranger things #stranger things fic #stranger things fluff #dani writes

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Hard Reset XIII

Pairing: Joe Burrow x Reader

Warnings: 18+ / Smut / Fluff

Description: This is the conclusion to the LSU Valentine's Day flashback fic. First part is here -- Hard Reset XII

Time/Place: Thursday, Feb. 14, 2019 (Valentine's Day) / Baton Rouge, Louisiana

A/N: This is the thirteenth fic in the Hard Reset series.

I've tweaked this thing to pieces, and I'm still not super happy with it. It is what it is, as Joe would say. 😋

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Thursday, Feb. 14, 2019 (Valentine's Day) - Baton Rouge, Louisiana

5:00 pm

You pull into a parking space just outside Joe's apartment, grabbing two reusable grocery bags and a small duffle bag from your trunk before opening your passenger door; you lean in and unclasp the seatbelt that's holding your vase of roses upright, briefly wondering if you should make two trips as you nudge the car door closed with your foot. "Nah," you mumble, quickly making your way up the sidewalk and a flight of stairs before coming to a stop in front of Joe's door.

You set the vase down on the ground and dig your keys out of your pocket, unlocking the door and grabbing the vase before making your way into the cool, air-conditioned apartment. "He's got the damn a/c cranked," you grumble, depositing the grocery bags and roses on the kitchen island before walking down the hallway to the bedroom.

You set your duffle bag on the bed and unzip it, pulling out a wrap dress (a slinky, blush-pink short-sleeve mini dress) and a pair of nude, peep-toe stiletto heels. You quickly hang the dress in Joe's closet before heading back to the kitchen to pop the groceries in the fridge, stopping to turn the a/c off on the way.

Several minutes later, you step back and assess the simple tablescape you put together with a few items from the craft store -- two pink placemats printed with conversation hearts along with several clear candle holders with bows tied on them that you cut from a large spool of pink satin ribbon.

"Cute," you grin, grabbing the lavish bouquet of pink roses Joe sent you and setting it on the table before adding the simple place settings -- white plates plus silverware wrapped in "fancy" white disposable napkins tied with more pink bows. "Even cuter."

You tilt your head as you look at the table, chewing on your bottom lip while thinking out loud. "Love it, but it needs something else," you mutter, grabbing the spool of pink ribbon and unwinding the rest, grinning when you end up with about four feet of it; you wind it down the center of the table, weaving in between the candle holders and around the vase until you're satisfied with the result. "What else?" you mutter, giggling when a thought hits you.

You hurry to the hall closet and pull out the Scrabble box, rooting around to grab the letters you need to spell a few phrases to mimic the conversation heart placemats. "Thank goodness for pinterest," you mutter, giving a nod to where you got the idea.

You're just finishing the tablescape when you hear the front door open; you walk toward the entryway, smiling when Joe rounds the corner, your heart skipping a beat when his face lights up when he sees you.

"Hey babe," he greets you, wrapping you in a hug as he leans down to press his lips against your ear. "Can you believe it's 70 degrees in mid-fucking-February?" he grumbles, pulling back to look at you when you cackle.

"I knew you were gonna bitch about it," you grin.

"I'm not bitching," he argues. "Just stating a fact."

"Mmm-hmm," you hum, yelping when he playfully swats your ass. "Come here, grumpy cat," you order, walking back toward the dining table while beckoning him to follow. "Look at these gorgeous roses some hot stud sent me," you tease, waving a hand at the roses and laughing at his cocky smirk.

"Hot stud, huh?" He holds eye contact with you while leaning down to sniff the fragrant flowers.

"The hottest," you wink. "Do you like the tablescape?"

He finally breaks eye contact and takes in the table. "I love it," he states. "It's pretty cool that everything matches the roses."

"Yep, pink, pink and more pink," you giggle. "And I bought all of that before you sent me the roses, so we were on the same wavelength, as usual."

"Of course we were," he murmurs, capturing your gaze for a few heartbeats before returning his attention to the table. "The Scrabble tiles are a nice touch," he grins, reading them out loud as he walks around the table. "Be mine … love you … hot stuff … yes sir … zaddy." He flicks his gaze back up to yours. "Nice Z word," he purrs.

"Thanks," you grin. "Do I get triple word score on that one?"

"Oh, you're def gonna get triple something later."

"Can't wait," you sigh, rolling your eyes playfully when he spots the cupcakes sitting pretty on the kitchen island and instantly heads that way.

"Damn," he breathes, "these look delicious." He leans down and takes a hearty sniff as you walk up behind him. "Smell delicious, too," he continues, hitting you with puppy-dog eyes. "Can I have one before dinner?"

"Has anyone ever told you no?" you ask.

"Yep," he nods. "This gorgeous goddess told me no several times. She even used a jigsaw puzzle as an excuse to curve me."

"And how did that turn out?" you ask, picking up one of the plump cupcakes and peeling off the wrapper before handing it to him.

"Amazing," he grins, taking a huge bite of the confection, eyes rolling back in his head as he chews and swallows. "Ridiculously good," he mutters before taking another big bite.

"Ridiculously good, huh?" you tease. "You talking about the cupcake or the relationship?"

"Both," he mumbles around a mouthful, leaning down to press a chocolate + raspberry flavored kiss on your lips.

"Spoiled ass," you grumble playfully, spinning around and walking toward the bedroom, grinning when you hear him following close behind. "I'm wearing this tonight," you continue, pulling the short, slinky dress out of his closet.

"Damn," he mutters. "You're gonna look hot as hell in that. I mean … you always look hot as hell, but …"

"Babe?" you interrupt.

"Yeah?"

"Focus."

"Yes, ma'am."

You grin at him as you pull a pair of slinky black shorts and a pale pink tee out of his dresser. "Wear this," you order, laying the clothes out on his bed.

"Yes, ma'am," he repeats, slowly licking the frosting off of his fingers as you watch. "I'm gonna get a quick shower," he continues.

"I'm gonna change then start dinner," you state, your pulse picking up at the sight of his tongue sliding against his long fingers.

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A little while later, you pull the oven door open and pop the garlic bread in before giving the boiling pasta a quick check, noting that it still needs a few minutes before going into the sauce; a blur of movement catches your peripheral vision, and you turn your head toward it, your eyes going wide when you see Joe leaning against the wall a few feet away, his gaze slowly sliding down to your bare feet before reversing course.

"You look amazing," he murmurs, pushing away from the wall and walking toward you.

"Thanks, you too," you mutter, stepping into your high heels as he closes the distance between you.

"You don't need those," he states, dropping to his knees to pull your shoes off, his big hands gripping your ankles as he eases the heels off.

"Okay," you breathe. "I was just trying to be sexy for you."

"You don't need to try to be sexy," he states, standing back up to his full height and looking down into your upturned face. "You are sexy."

"Okay," you repeat, licking your lips before giving him a grin. "We've got a few minutes before dinner is ready, so I want to give you something." You hurry to the hall closet and grab the jigsaw puzzle that you hid there earlier, smiling when you return to the kitchen and hand it to him.

"Nice," he grins. "Pillars of Creation. Is it a shot from Hubble?"

"Yeah, with a super hot heat signature."

"Super hot," he agrees. "You gonna help me put it together?"

"Of course," you answer, watching as he sets the puzzle box aside before returning his attention to you.

He gives you a quick kiss before pulling back. "Thank you," he murmurs.

"You're welcome," you whisper, grimacing as a thought hits you.

"What is it?" he asks.

"I just … I wonder …" you trail off.

"Wonder what?" he asks.

"What if we hadn't seen each other at the outdoor food court? It's crazy that we came so close to not ever getting together after I gave you the jigsaw brush off."

He gives you a knowing smile. "I would've come back into the bookstore eventually. I'm a stubborn asshole. No way was I gonna give up on you that easy."

"I'm glad you're a stubborn asshole."

"And I'm glad you decided to give me a chance," he grins.

"Me too," you return his grin. "Even though it means I've been to more LSU football games in the last few months than I'd been to in my entire life."

"And not one drunk asshole harassed you, right?"

"Well, yeah. Prob because you very publicly threatened to "deal with" anyone who bothered me."

"Anyone who messes with my woman messes with me."

"That sounded super caveman, but I ain't even mad."

"Because you know I didn't mean it in a bad way; I'm just as much yours as you are mine."

"You're getting laid tonight, babe," you grin. "No need to work for it." The timer on the oven goes off before he can respond, and you quickly drain the pasta before adding it to the sauce, giving it a thorough stir before pulling the garlic bread out of the oven.

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Ten minutes later, most of the overhead lights are cut off, and y'all are eating dinner by candlelight, Joe making num-num noises as he tucks into the spicy pasta.

"This is so good," he groans, winding a generous portion of linguine around his fork before popping it in his mouth, grabbing his glass of blush wine and holding it up as he chews and swallows. "Happy V Day," he murmurs, smiling as you clink your glass against his.

"Happy V Day," you echo, taking a hearty gulp of your wine and giggling as he continues to tell you a story of something silly that happened earlier at the gym.

Y'all continue to trade small talk as you eat, his gaze devouring you in a way that sets off a steady throb between your thighs. You open your mouth a few times to let him feed you a succulent bite, the sexual tension between you so strong that the simple act of eating dinner together feels like foreplay.

"Sooo, I've got something else to give you," he eventually says, polishing off his pasta and draining the last of his wine before leveling a no-nonsense look at you.

"I know," you purr. "I've been waiting all day for it."

His deep laugh sends a sizzle of heat down your spine; he gives you a wink as he stands up. "I wasn't talking about that, horndog. I've got something else to give you first."

"Okay," you pout," grinning against his lips when he leans down and gives you a lingering kiss. "Patience, beautiful," he teases. "I promise to make it worth the wait."

"You always do," you admit, watching as he walks to the bedroom and quickly comes back out holding a slim black case; he pops it open, grinning as you gasp at the sight of the dainty, white-gold bracelet with two intertwined pavé diamond hearts.

"Oh my gosh, it's gorgeous," you whisper, shaking your head as you continue, "but it's too much."

"It's not enough, in my opinion," he states, lifting the bracelet from its velvet nest. "These are real diamonds, but they're small, and it's not like it's Cartier or something. One of these days, I'm gonna get you something truly outrageous."

You lift an arm up so he can fasten the bracelet on your wrist. "I don't need outrageous, and I don't need Cartier," you mutter, watching closely as his long, agile fingers easily work the delicate clasp. "It's really beautiful and sparkly," you sigh. "I love it, and I love you."

"I love you, too," he murmurs, leaning down to capture your lips in a lingering kiss for several heartbeats before pulling back and locking eyes with you. "I want you to think about me when you wear it."

"I already think about you all the time," you admit. "I don't need a reminder."

"You're getting laid tonight, babe," he echoes your earlier words while giving you a naughty wink. "No need to work for it."

You giggle as he stacks your dinner dishes and heads to the kitchen, quickly rinsing them off and popping them in the dishwasher before returning to the table with the bottle of wine; he pours the rest of it into your glass and gently pulls your chair -- with you still sitting in it -- out from under the table before dropping to his knees at your feet.

You take a sip of the wine, your pulse reacting as he spreads your legs, his sensual lips teasing your inner thighs as he pushes the hem of your dress up, nibbling and sucking, moving back and forth as you sink a hand into his hair. He makes eye contact with you as he unties your wrap dress and spreads it open, baring your body to his hot gaze.

"So gorgeous," he murmurs, licking his lips as he flicks his eyes from your bare breasts down to your naughty panties. "Fuck," he groans, running a thumb up the length of the center seam a few times before replacing his thumb with his mouth, sliding his tongue up the seam, over and over, pushing the thin, see-through pink fabric into your slit.

"Yeah," you breathe, draining the rest of your wine before setting the glass on the table and sinking both hands in his hair; you roll your hips into him as he continues to tease you, grinding against him for several heartbeats before he pulls back and locks eyes with you.

"We need to slow this down," he states," hopping up and walking behind you. "Lean forward and put your hands behind your back," he orders, waiting for you to do his bidding before snatching the long, pink ribbon off the table and using it to bind your hands behind your back. "Good girl," he murmurs, watching closely as you lean back in your chair, wiggling a bit to get comfy as he strips his shirt off before dropping to his knees between your spread thighs. "I wanna take my time," he explains, "and I can't do that if you're pulling my hair and grinding against me."

"I thought you liked that," you pout.

"I love it, but it gets both of us off super fast, and I wanna take my time tonight, okay?"

"Okay," you whisper, gasping as he hooks a finger in the crotch of your panties and pulls it to the side, burying his tongue inside you.

Over the next several minutes, he gives a master class in edging, bringing you to the brink over and over as you whimper and moan, your pulse pounding and every inch of your body begging for release.

"I'm so close!" you whine for what seems like the 20th time, groaning in frustration when he pulls off of your clit and makes eye contact with you, his lips and chin glistening wet with your arousal.

"I know," he soothes, rising up on his knees as you pant for breath; he leans forward and presses his slick lips against yours, nipping and sucking your plump bottom lip before sliding his tongue inside when you open up for him. You moan into his mouth as he deepens the kiss, relishing the taste of your arousal on his hot, velvety tongue as it tangles with yours.

He continues the sensual kiss while sliding his hands up your thighs and over your hips and waist, barely ghosting his fingertips over your skin, leaving chill bumps everywhere he touches. Your already-hard nipples harden even more in anticipation as his big hands approach your breasts, making you squirm as his fingers inch oh-so-close but stop just before reaching the sensitive peaks.

"Please," you beg against his lips, your breath catching in your throat when he brushes his fingertips over the aching nubs, teasing you with gentle, barely-there caresses before pinching with the perfect amount of pressure to make you whimper. He smiles against your lips as he repeats the action, and you're more than a little lightheaded at the feel of his tongue in your mouth and his talented fingers teasing your sensitive nipples. All you can think about is wanting more.

He reads your body language and lowers his head, replacing his fingers with his mouth and moving back and forth between your breasts as you watch him pleasure you; he licks and sucks your nipples so good you can feel it between your thighs.

"I'm so turned on it actually hurts," you whine, chewing on your bottom lip as he captures your gaze.

"You want me to finish you?" he asks, the carnal promise in his deep voice causing your core to contract.

"Yes, sir," you plead. "It won't take much," you continue, your pulse pounding as he reaches a hand behind your back and unties the ribbon holding your wrists, making a sound low in his throat when you immediately bury both hands in his hair.

You briefly admire the glittery sparkle of your new bracelet as the candlelight hits it, all coherent thought leaving your brain a few heartbeats later when he tugs the soaking wet crotch of your panties to the side and slides two fingers into your slick heat.

"Don't stop!" you urge, grinding against him as he crooks his fingers inside you, bulls-eyeing your sweet spot while he latches his lips onto your clit, his cheeks hollowing out as he gives the aching bud a thorough suck.

The tension that's been building inside you for what seems like ages finally erupts, the powerful climax washing over you in waves, literally taking your breath away for several seconds before you manage to draw in a ragged gasp of air. "Fuck," you whisper, a little dizzy at the feel of your core clenching and rippling around his long fingers as he continues to stroke you through the orgasm.

After waiting a few minutes for you to catch your breath, he slides his fingers out of you and immediately slides them in his mouth, licking and sucking them the same way he did the cupcake frosting earlier.

"Taste good?" you ask, your breathless voice bringing a naughty smile to his face.

"Better than good," he answers. "It's my fav flavor."

"I need you inside me," you whisper, watching as he grabs the pink ribbon and wraps it around your neck before quickly picking you up; he heads for the bedroom as you wrap your legs around his waist and bury your face in his fragrant neck.

A few heartbeats later, you're on your back on the king-sized bed with him on top of you, both of you now fully naked. He leans his weight onto his left forearm and hovers over you, his chest barely touching your nipples as he reaches down and grasps his erection, teasing the lips of your sex with his plump tip while staring into your eyes.

"I need you inside me," you repeat, squirming underneath him as he drags his tip up and down your slit several times to gather moisture before pushing inside. You wrap your legs around him and arch up, wanting all of him at once, craving the feel of his thick shaft filling you up.

"I'm not gonna last long," he grits out once he's fully seated, a hiss escaping his lips when your core clenches him, your body reacting to the hot, hard intrusion. "Fuck me, please," you beg, your eyes fluttering closed as he starts to move.

Almost immediately you feel the tension building again as your body continues to react to the feel of him inside you, to the delicious thrust and drag of his thick cock stretching you to your limit. "I'm gonna cum again," you mutter, opening your eyes and giving him a slightly desperate look as he picks up his pace. "I got you," he promises as he leans down and latches his lips onto your neck, sucking the sensitive skin as he pounds into you, gracing you with a low-throated groan when you rake your nails up the long, muscular expanse of his back.

"Don't stop," you plead, lightheaded with desire as your entire body strains toward another release. "I got you, baby," he repeats, reaching down between your sweat-slick bodies to press his thumb against your clit, adding the perfect amount of pressure to set you off.

You let out a yell, and Joe gives a groan of pure male satisfaction when your second climax hits, filthy praise spilling from his pretty lips as the waves of pleasure roll through you; your slick heat clenches his shaft over and over while you pull his hair and whimper his name, your entire body trembling as fireworks burst behind your closed eyelids.

Once you somewhat catch your breath, you flutter your eyes open, a blush rising in your cheeks when you realize he's gone completely still and is watching you closely. "I love to make you lose control," he purrs, his husky voice caressing you like a physical touch; it only takes you a second to realize he's still hard inside you, tension radiating from his big body at the effort to hold still while the aftershocks of your climax continue to fire, giving his thick cock intimate squeezes as his hot gaze stays locked on yours.

"Your turn," you whisper, digging your heels into his back and arching up to take him deeper, the primal noise he makes as he starts to thrust -- part groan/part growl -- encouraging you to be more vocal, begging him to fuck you harder and deeper as he chases his pleasure. You eventually slide the pink ribbon out from under your neck and wrap it behind his neck, using it to pull him down for a kiss, swallowing his groans as he buries himself inside you and comes apart.

He eventually pulls out of you, both of you gasping at the friction before he plops down beside you on his back, a satisfied smile on his face as he turns his head and gives you a wink. "That was intense," he murmurs.

"For real," you agree, returning his smile as your entire body continues to hum with pleasure.

"I'm almost too wrung out to eat another cupcake," he grumbles playfully.

"Give it a few minutes, and you'll be good to go," you giggle, heaving a happy sigh as he reaches over and grabs your hand, lacing his long fingers with your shorter ones and giving a gentle squeeze. You study his face for several heartbeats before breaking the silence. "What are you thinking?"

"Just about how lucky we are that we found each other," he answers. "Feels like fate."

You try to blink back tears as he rolls up onto a forearm and looks down at you. "I didn't mean to make you cry," he whispers, leaning down to kiss a tear as it slides down your cheek.

"They're happy tears," you sniff, poking your bottom lip out in an exaggerated pout before continuing. "But a cupcake would def make me feel better."

His deep laugh brings a smile to your face; he leans down and drops a kiss on your lips before sliding out of bed. "You want me to open the other bottle of wine?" he asks.

"I think I'll just have water."

"Me too," he agrees, quickly walking into the bathroom before coming back out with a damp washcloth; he gently cleans you up before tossing the cloth back in the bathroom and giving you a big grin. "Water and cupcakes coming right up," he states, his long strides quickly taking him out the bedroom door.

You push up into a sitting position and try to tame your hair a bit, smiling as you catch sight of your new bracelet. "So pretty," you sigh, rocking your wrist back and forth to let the diamonds catch the light from the bedside lamp. You roll your shoulders a few times and stretch your arms overhead, your eyes coming to rest on the pink ribbon laying on the bed beside you. "Oh," you mutter, your eyes going wide as a naughty thought hits you. "Ohhhh," you whisper, quickly snatching the ribbon and winding it around the bottom slat of the headboard, looping it into a tight, center knot that leaves two long strands free.

You grab a pillow and hide your handiwork just as Joe breezes back in carrying two bottles of water and a plate with three cupcakes. He sets everything on the bedside table before peeling one of the cupcakes and handing it to you.

"Thanks," you grin, taking a bite as he peels his own cupcake and plops down beside you.

"These are so good," he mumbles around a huge bite, holding a hand in front of his mouth so you won't see his partially-chewed food.

"Thanks," you repeat, both of you falling into a comfortable silence as you each polish off your cupcake.

He eventually licks his fingertips before grabbing a bottle of water and handing it to you. "Oops," he grimaces. "Was it gross to lick my fingers and then touch your water bottle?"

You take a swig of water before smiling at him. "I'm literally covered in our combined body fluids. Def not worried about a bit of spit on my water bottle."

He laughs along with you before taking several gulps of water, his prominent Adam's apple drawing your gaze as it bobs in his throat. So fucking sexy, you think to yourself, admiring the view for a few more seconds before raising your eyes back up to his face; his hot look causes a shiver of desire to run through you.

"Are you cold?" he asks.

"No," you admit, scooting over and patting the bed. "Why don't you lay down and let me massage you a bit."

"Face down or face up?" he asks.

"Face up," you answer, trying to suppress a naughty grin as he does your bidding, stretching out and resting his head on the pillow that's concealing the ribbon.

You straddle his waist and dig your fingers into his shoulders, giving him an innocent smile when he flicks his gaze down to your bare crotch nestled against him.

"You know where this is headed, right?" he asks, voice husky with arousal.

"Yes, but I wanna take my time," you state, repeating his earlier words as you grab his wrists and slowly press his arms over his head. "Relax," you soothe, quickly pulling the satin ribbon strands out from under the pillow and wrapping them around his wrists, tying a knot before he even figures out what you're doing.

He pulls against the restraint, one eyebrow climbing toward his hairline. "Payback, huh?"

"Maybe a little," you concede, leaning over and grabbing the remaining cupcake off the bedside table. You swipe a finger through the fluffy frosting, smearing it on his Adam's apple before leaning down to lick it off. "Oh fuck," he groans, instinctively knowing where you're headed with this. "Oh fuck, indeed," you giggle, dotting a dollop of frosting on each of his nipples before licking them clean, grinning as he squirms underneath you. "I think I'll do that again," you purr, adding more of the sweet pink fluff to his hard nubs, making obscene noises as you slowly lick and suck it off.

"I'm hard," he announces.

"I know," you grin, giving him a filthy wink. "But I wanna take my time."

"You're going to hell for this," he chuckles.

"Save you a seat," you tease, sliding farther down until you're sitting on his thick thighs, strategically ignoring his impressive erection as you paint a few stripes of frosting on his abs; you lean down and make a show out of licking the frosting as he watches you with hooded eyes.

"I need to be balls deep in you right now," he rasps.

"Still taking my time," you whisper, swiping some frosting around his belly button before rimming it with your tongue.

"Untie me so I can fuck you," he orders, groaning when you slide a finger through the precum pooling under the tip of his cock, bringing your finger to your mouth and sucking on it while giving him a loaded look. "You better stop playin'," he warns, bucking his hips up when you lower your head and lightly suck his tip into your mouth, swirling your tongue around a few times before pulling off.

"Just relax," you soothe, scooting farther down, smiling when he spreads his thighs for you; you crawl between his thick thighs and run your fingers through the last of the frosting before smearing it on his balls, a flood of liquid heat rushing into your core at the noises he makes as you slowly lick it off.

"Untie me or I'm gonna break something," he grits out, the headboard giving an ominous creak as he pulls against it.

"Don't hurt yourself," you warn.

"I'm not gonna hurt myself, but I'm gonna wreck this fucking headboard if you don't untie me."

"Okay, Mr. Impatient," you chuckle, tossing the cupcake on the bedside table as you crawl out from between his thighs and quickly scoot up to untie him. "You made this knot way tighter by pulling against it," you mutter, finally working a finger inside the knot and giving a sigh of relief when it gives way.

Your sigh is quickly followed by a squeal as he flips you onto your stomach, pulling you up onto your knees and sinking his cock inside you in one smooth motion. You press your forehead against the mattress and arch your back, digging your fingers into the sheets for leverage as you fuck back against him, a steady stream of whimpers spilling from your lips as he rides you hard.

Several minutes later, you feel the tension building inside you again; you draw in a breath to tell him you're close, but he's already reaching down to play with your clit. You grind your face against the mattress as the pressure continues to build, his fingers and cock pushing you toward the edge, his husky voice coaxing you to let go and cum for him. You take in a gulp of air and moan his name as your climax hits, a thrill shooting through you when he moans your name before following you over the edge.

~ ~ ~

You flutter your eyes open, briefly wondering what woke you up as you turn your head to check the clock on the bedside table -- 4:33 am.

You push up into a sitting position and grab your water bottle, chugging about half of it before setting it back down, your gaze drawn to the tall, gorgeous man in bed beside you as he stirs in his sleep.

I'm living a dream, you think to yourself as you give a quick glance at your new bracelet before stretching back out beside your man, your heart overflowing with love as he instinctively reaches for you even though he's sound asleep. You snuggle against him, your back to his chest, a smile of pure contentment gracing your lips as you drift off to sleep wrapped in his arms.

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