#what y'all want: thirst traps | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

astonmartinii · 9 months

Note

hii, can i request an insta au for lando? i don’t have something particular in mind, bit maybe best friends to lovers kinda thing? and their friends teasing them/ being annoyed? <33 love your work!!

best friends 4 ever | lando norris social media au

pairing: lando norris x bff!reader

best friends? lovers? who knows?

yourusername

liked by landonorris, maxfewtrell and 320,879 others

yourusername: clubbing on a budget 🍒

view all comments

user1: where's lando?

user2: yet another post without lando, have they broken up?

user3: how can they be broken up if they aren't together?

user4: why do you people think lando and y/n doing things separately is illegal?

user5: why weren't you at the race?

yourusername: babes i'm just a bartender i do not have the schedule or the finances to just fuck off to saudi arabia for three days sorry xx

user5: you clearly had the weekend off?

yourusername: please refer to my previous statement on my financial standing

yourbff1: who is that stunning woman?

yourusername: u bestie

landonorris: glad you went with outfit choice number one

yourusername: thank you miranda priestly

oscarpiastri: so that's who i could hear you talking to...

yourusername: clubbing outfits are a serious business oscar

oscarpiastri: serious enough for a three hour call?

yourusername: YES.

landonorris: YES.

landonorris

liked by yourusername, maxverstappen1 and 902,894 others

landonorris: mood before the race v after the race, see you next year jeddah 🇸🇦

view all comments

user6: what driving a tractor does to a motherfucker

yourusername: what's a performance where a man is having the worst time of his life but looks sexy doing it?

landonorris: beauty is pain

yourusername: then you must be suffering

user7: mr and miss we're not dating flirting up a storm in the comments as per

carlossainz55: maybe focus less on modelling and more on driving

yourusername: so no more ferrari thirst traps?

carlossainz55: damn i forgot that coming for lando means dealing with you

yourusername: meet me in the parking lot chilli

landonorris: y/n is like my little chihuahua so come for me, watch your ankles

user8: do they think we're dumb?

danielricciardo: ah the classic post mclaren snooze, if only you had your cuddle buddy

landonorris: i know you miss me mate but i'll cuddle you in melbourne

danielricciardo: ok. not what i meant. but i'll take the free cuddles

user9: so he was defo referring to y/n, right?

daniel3.jpeg

liked by landonorris, yourusername and 708,655 others

tagged: yourusername, landonorris, heidiberger

daniel3.jpeg: any wagon need a third wheel, i'm practically a professional now?

view all comments

user12: confirmation? this is confirmation, right? RIGHT?

yourusername: i gave you that banjo in good faith daniel and this is how you repay me?

daniel3.jpeg: i appreciate her !!!! thank you for my lessons, but these are cute so i will not be deleting sorry not sorry

yourusername: ur right we are serving

user13: life is just not fair

user14: official cause of death: the third slide

landonorris: how relegated to just an arm, i see how it is daniel

yourusername: you are literally the definition of pookie bear and cutieful in the first pic

landonorris: i'm going to need you to never say those words ever again

yourusername: that's not what you said last night ...

landonorris: you're right i am pookie bear

user15: actual pics + comments = y'all can no longer say i'm being delusional.

f1wagsupdates

liked by user16, user17 and 3,240 others

tagged: landonorris

f1wagsupdates: lando norris spotted on his boat in monaco with an unknown woman. the pair looked flirty and spent the whole day together alone on the boat. norris' rumoured girlfriend y/n y/ln was back in the u.k. where she works as a bar tender. what do you think?

view all comments

user18: i'm so confused rn

user19: i know we never had concrete confirmation but my heart is broken for y/n right now

user20: i don't want to jump to any conclusions, men and women can be friends, there's nothing in these photos that suggest anything more than friendship

user21: they're literally holding hands in the second pic

user20: i hold my friends hands every time i jump in the water doesn't mean i'm with them

user22: but the pic in danny's post .... i don't even know anymore

yourusername

liked by pierregasly, landonorris and 356,823 others

yourusername: food will never leave me

view all comments

user25: so like is this a dig after those pics of lando and the random girl?

user26: i know this is sad and all, but that kebab looks banging please tell us where you got it

yourusername: camden market babes

yourbff1: sexy girl, sexy food and sexy photography

yourusername: best photographer i know

user27: SHADE LANDP.JPEG YOU WERE NEVER THAT GIRL

landonorris: camden kebabs without me? offended.

yourusername: doing a lot of things without each other recently.

maxfewtrell: could've at least invited me i love that place

user28: oof. i feel like i shouldn't be watching this

lando.jpeg

liked by danielricciardo, yourusername and 1,305,066 others

tagged: yourusername

lando.jpeg: appreciation post for my bestest friend forever and the love of my life. i didn't want to give any attention to the rumours going around so i thought i'd just let you know i'm in love, i've been in love for years and will be in love with her for the rest of my life.

view all comments

user29: okay, now the confirmation is here, idk what to do with myself

user30: i survived the y/n x lando slow burn

yourusername: i love you too bob

lando.jpeg: i love you more, can't wait to see you

yourusername: i'm never letting you leave again

user31: so like you're gonna deny being all up close and personal with a random girl on the boat

landonorris: not that i owe you people anything, that girl is my cousin, she was visiting monaco and i showed her around. but it shouldn't matter, you guys don't know me personally and stop assuming things about athletes' personal lives.

yourusername: what he said.

carlossainz55: FINALLY

danielricciardo: i literally don't know how much longer i could've kept this a secret

oscarpiastri: i think we deserve a reward

charles_leclerc: i second this

maxverstappen1: i third this

maxfewtrell: i fourth this

yourusername: alright, alright we get it

yourusername

liked by charles_leclerc, landonorris and 607,845 others

tagged: landonorris

yourusername: i guess we owe our parents £50 xx

view all comments

user32: bro this shit has me straight up crying THIS AINT EVEN MY RELATIONSHIP

oscarpiastri: you guys are cute i'll give you that

yourusername: teammate stamp of approval get it @landonorris

oscarpiastri: i think you guys got that after i walked in on you after silverstone

landonorris: our bad lol

user33: this reads like a fanfic but they're so cute

maxverstappen1: awww lando was so cute in that first pic, what went wrong?

yourusername: u and kelly look like siblings, don't come for us

maxverstappen1: u got it

landonorris: i love you fairy princess

yourusername: i love you racer boy

note: enjoyyyyyyyyyyyy. i originally wrote this a while back but it deleted itself when my laptop had a meltdown. so this is a bit diff but i hope you like it anyway !! xx

#f1 #f1 x you #f1 instagram au #f1 x reader #f1 imagine #lando norris #lando norris insta au #lando norris x you #lando norris x reader #lando norris imagine

2K notes · View notes

borathae · 2 months

Text

↳ Full Art

"You run in on Yoongi touching himself in the shower and he begs you to punish him because of it. Hard."

Pairing: Yoongi x n.Reader

Genre: established relationship!AU, Smut

Warnings: sub!Yoongi, masochist!Yoongi, rough Dom!Reader, he is naked and wet, CBT, cock slapping, safe ball busting with a knee, leaky cocks, dirty talk, degradation, he wants to be called dirty/bad slut, hair pulling, subby boy tears, drool, praise, handjob, overstimulation, multiple orgasms (m.receiving), Yoongi has a kink for being manhandled, male masturbation in shower, nipple sucking, cuddly aftercare, he's just a cute lil masochist who wants his balls busted and get hugs after <3

Wordcount: 2.5k

a/n: okay so, I'm trying trying the new format. istfg besties, Patreon is so stressful I might actually cry. idk how to do it so I'll like it 😭 okay so, my idea is that i'll post the story and a very cropped art preview (as seen on the header) here on Tumblr and if anyone wants to check out the full art to the story, they have to go to my Patreon. Engagement as far as stories is concerened is very bad on Patreon *glares* and I really miss yelling about the stories with you guys. So for my own peace of mind, i'll keep the stories on Tumblr and give all my true connoisseurs something extra spicy to thirst over on Patreon hehe <3 thank you for being patient with me. I promise to keep drawing and improving and to feed y'all thirsty hoes (affectionately) as much as I can 💜 also lmao those are long a/n fjajsdf have fun besties sorry it took a lil longer today, i tried to figure out how i wanna do sexy art of the month from now on fajdjfs

The bathroom is fogged up and smells heavily like Yoongi’s soap. Masculine, clean and expensive. You find yourself hazy because of it. What truly seals the state of you, however, is the view. Mirrors misted up, air milky from steam and right there in his expensive walk-in shower, Yoongi is having his throbbing cock in his tight fist. The water is turned off right now, but his body is still wet. His dark hair is slicked back, his silky skin is glistening and his head is tilted back in bliss as soft sighs slip past his pouty lips.

You walked in on him touching himself. You really didn’t plan on doing so, but can’t seem to get yourself to leave. Or to stop staring for that matter.

He has a languid rhythm going. Slow, but clearly skilled. His long fingers are wrapped tightly around his veiny cock. His thumb is drawing circles on his flushed tip and pretty frenulum. He is sensitive there, likes it especially when someone is being gentle with it. His dark nipples are hard and the pale skin around them is flushed as if he had played with them moments before. Knowing Yoongi, he did. He is such a slut for nipple play. He is so fucking tender there.

“Fuck”, Yoongi presses out breathily, gliding his left hand up his own torso as he fucks his cock slowly.

He is tensing and relaxing his stomach, broadening his stance as his knees wobble. He furrows his brows, biting down on his lower lip as small mewls leave him repeatedly. His long fingers close around his own biceps, giving it a needy squeeze. Look at the marks he leaves, look at how he is tensing his muscles.

You find yourself gulping and taking heavy breaths at the view.

What made him so goddamn needy?

One thing Yoongi rarely does, is to jerk off. He sees it as something useless because if he gets horny, he has you to take the burden off his shoulders. He also rarely gets horny without you in the first place, so there is that. So to have him so incredibly lost in masturbation is rare and therefore insanely addicting.

What made him so needy? Was it a memory? A fantasy? A picture or video? Was it nothing of that sorts and he merely touched his cock wrong as he cleaned himself? Did the water hit the right spot and trap him in the delicious sensation of its wet massage?

What did it to him?

“___”, Yoongi moans loudly, leaking onto the floor.

Your stomach clenches. Holy fuck. You did it to him. You did. The thought of you, the memory of your touch and the image of you did it to him. You let out a small gasp at the realisation.

Yoongi startles at the sound and opens his eyes. He stops, tenses up. You freeze, holding your breath. The air between you and him is tense and electric. He blinks at you, mouthing your name quietly.

“I uhm”, you begin, clearing your throat loudly.

He drops his hand from his biceps, tightening his fingers around his cock. He can’t seem to leave his trance of shock. The only indicator that the view of you is turning him on, is his increasing breathing and how needily his long fingers still hold his cock.

“I uhm, sorry. I wasn’t staring, I mean, I was but I- sorry, I uhm, I’m gonna leave now”, you stutter and turn to leave.

“Help me.”

You halt, wobbling slightly because he is making your knees buckle. You turn around, dancing your eyes over his body.

“Sorry?”

“Help me. Please”, he begs and tugs at his cock weakly, biting down on his lower lip as he does. Look at the needy kitten eyes he is making at you.

“Really?” you get out, feeling dizzy at the view. You want to ruin this man. You really do.

He nods his head, lowering his eyes at you. He is taunting you as much as he is begging you.

You do not bother to take off your clothes, he only has to nod his head twice and then you are already in the shower, eating him up with just your eyes.

Yoongi cups your face and kisses you. He mewls needily as he does it, sucking on your lips and tongue more than he actually kisses you. It is so lazy, so slow and yet so intensely passionate. He is so lost in you, so entirely addicted to your taste that he is solely running on it. Whatever he fantasised about before really did it to him. You feel up his torso hungrily, moaning at the delicious taste of him.

He is shivering with each touch, chasing the feeling of you with wiggles of his hips which force his cock to grind against your clothed stomach. The fabric of your hoodie feels rough against his sensitive tip. He craves the silkiness of your skin like plants crave sunlight.

He breaks the kiss with a sigh of your name, resting his forehead against yours.

“I was bad”, he breathes.

“You were?” you are kneading his waist, staring at his flushed face with hazy eyes.

“Yeah. Thought of you ‘til I got needy”, he rasps and mewls quietly, mouthing at the tip of your nose, “touched myself to you.”

“Fuck, Yoongi.”

“Punish me.”

“Punish you?”

“Please.”

You step back and pick up his cock so you could slap his tip. Gently for now, to test the waters.

Yoongi moans loudly, squeezing your cheeks softly. His knees buckle slightly.

“Like this, mhm?” you ask, slapping him again. Soft. Careful. Get him used to it. Or needy for more. You are fine with both options as long as it ends in your boyfriend panting and needy.

He scrunches his face in pleasure, letting out a shaky “mh-hm” before he follows it up with a breathy, “don’t stop please.”

“Fuck Yoongi, you’re driving me insane. You’re so hot.”

“I’m a bad slut”, he croaks.

“Yeah, the fucking worst. Bad slut, such a bad slut”, you growl, giving him harsh spanks. Now that you know he wants it, you are so happy to give it to him.

He takes each of your spanks with a blissed moan and a twitch of his cock. His pink tip got so much pinker ever since you started playing with him. His chest is flushed as well, looking so untouched.

You take his heavy cock between your fingers and pick up his favourite rhythm. Then you step closer to litter his chest with kisses. Wet and sloppy. You need to mark his skin as yours and taste him in the process.

Yoongi arches his back, dropping his head against the glass behind him. Your name slips past his lips, his hands grab your waist and squeeze.

“You’re a bad slut, Yoongi love, but you’re such a pretty slut at that”, you rasp and take his left nipple between your teeth. You tug on it, making him moan. You suck on it, making him mewl. You lick it, making him sigh your name.

He is tender there. Just as you said.

And as you give him heaven with just your mouth, your hands are busy feeling him up. Your right hand fucks his cock like it deserves to be fucked, while your left hand feels up his waist and hips. He fits so perfectly between your fingers. It is like he is made to be touched by you and only you. His skin is so soft and warm, leaving behind wetness on your fingertips from the previous shower. His cock is twitching so cutely in your hold.

You lift your lips from his right nipple after worshiping it as well, tilting your head so you are looking at his pretty face. You cup his pink cheek.

“Look at me.”

Yoongi obeys, fluttering his lashes at you. He is breathing so heavily, gazing at you as if you were his fucking everything.

“You’re a pretty slut. You know that, don’t you?”

He nods his head, choking out a shy “yeah.”

“You do. Good. Don’t forget it, kitten”, you order and slow your hand around his tip. It sits between your fingers. You increase the pressure slightly and move your hand again. Just a little, just enough that he’s getting fucked so good.

Yoongi gasps, widening his eyes for just a second before rolling them back.

“No, no look at me.”

Yoongi obeys with a mewl of your name.

“That’s better. I wanna look at your pretty eyes.”

“I have to cum”, he moans.

“Cause you’re looking at me?”

He nods his head, leaking all over your palm, “can’t hold it…like…this.”

“God, you lovedrunk slut, you”, you tease, giving his favourite spot a good rub.

“Please”, he begs, “please, can I cum?”

“Mhhm, don’t know. Do you deserve it?”

“Please I, mghm, I’ll give you head later”, he bargains with the prettiest kitten eyes.

“Obviously, you’re gonna do that anyways. Do better, Yoongi slut”, you warn, slowing down dangerously.

“Please”, he begs louder and thrusts his hips into your fist.

It earns him a harsh spank, “behave.”

“Fuck please. I-I’ll cockwarm you, promise I, I won’t move. Please.”

“But Yoongi, where is the fun in that? I’ll do that anyways. You know that bad, dirty jerk off sluts get cockwarmed”, you coo as your skilled fingers torture his flushed tip. He is burning up, smearing his precum all over your digits.

“I have to cum so bad”, he croaks and spills tears, “please can I cum? I’ll be so good please.”

“Fine. You can cum”, you say calmly even if your hand is giving his cock such a good fuck. He didn’t convince you, you just simply have a better way to ruin him how he so clearly craves.

“___”, he moans and closes his eyes sensually. Moments later, his swollen cock releases all over your hand. His knees buckle, he finds support by grabbing your shoulders and arching his back. His moan is loud and drawn-out.

“Look at you”, you moan with him, speeding up your hand now that he is giving you such a good show, “good slut, cum for me. That’s my good slut.”

Yoongi is shaking and trembling in bliss, but soon begins shaking and trembling for other reasons. You aren’t slowing down. His balls are empty, his cock so overstimulated, but you aren’t slowing down. You jerk off his cock as if it has a debt to pay, giving him burning heaven in the process.

He finally realises what he signed up for and that your sweet words were nothing but deception. He didn’t convince you. You aren’t done with him. One wasn’t enough.

“Please, please, pl-please”, he begs, trying to flee you as much as chases you.

“One more, kitten. Give me one more.”

“I can’t. Oh god, I can’t”, he mewls and stumbles as he tries to flee.

You grab him and pin him against the glass harshly, knocking a weak gasp out of him. His knees buckle, his teary eyes gaze at you with all the devotion he can muster. He loves when you’re rough with him, when you show him that he is yours to manhandle.

“Give me more”, you growl, speeding up around his cock.

“No please”, Yoongi mewls and tries to wiggle away just so you can put him back in his place. He parts his legs, hoping that you take the silent hint.

You do. Of course you do. You lift your knee against his balls hard enough that it hurts. Yoongi folds into himself with a pained moan, grabbing your waist. He is already so fucking hard again, throbbing in your hand as if he never released before.

“Stop fleeing me”, you growl and knee him again, twisting your hand around his burning tip at the same time.

Yoongi sobs, burying his face in your shoulder. It hurts so much. He has never been so fucking high on pleasure before. It feels so good. Yoongi swears every second is the best second he ever experienced.

“Understood? You do not flee me”, you give his tender balls one last harsh nudge with your knee, then grab his hair to pull his head back.

He coughs out a sob, spilling tears and drool all down his pretty face. He can barely even keep his eyes open, let alone stop them from crossing.

He is so pretty.

“What’s with that pretty face?” you challenge, pumping his overstimulated cock quickly as you grind your knee against his balls at the same time.

“Yours”, he croaks.

“That’s right. Mine. My pretty slut.”

“You’re making me cum.”

“See? I knew you could give me more. Don’t hold back, slut.”

“Knee. Please.”

You knee him a fourth time. Yoongi wails up, folding into himself in both pain and pleasure before spilling all over your hoodie and his stomach. So his balls weren’t empty yet. Of course they weren’t. You are proving to him how much of a slut he actually is.

He melts into you, shaking on your knee as your name leaves him like his prayer of bliss.

“Good slut, give me everything. Such a good slut. That’s so much better, I knew one wasn’t enough. Your pretty balls are never empty after only one. That’s it. Good slut”, you talk him through it, holding him safely as your hand milks him dry.

Soon Yoongi slacks into you, grabbing your wrist to stop your movements.

“No more.”

You don’t listen just to tease him, giving his burning tip a tight massage. He trembles and writhes, squeezing your wrist.

“Stop.”

You are going to stop, but first you need to tease him just a little more. A few more squeezes and rubs, a little pump and tug.

“Please”, he begs breathily, wiggling his hips away from you.

“You’re so cute”, you coo and finally drop his ruined cock.

“Thank you”, he sighs and sinks into you, hugging you tightly as he recovers.

You hug him back, tracing his spine.

“How was that, mhm?” you ask him, speaking in a soft voice.

He nods his head slowly, humming.

“Yeah? Was it good for you?”

“Was perfect”, he lulls and purrs contently, “thank you. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

“Oh god, I need to lie down now”, he says and chuckles, “my balls are so fucking tender.”

“I can imagine. I kicked them really hard. Are you okay? Should I get something for the pain?”

He shakes his head, “you did it so right. Thank you so much.”

You smile, “that’s good to hear. You’re such a good boy.”

Yoongi nuzzles his nose against your neck and purrs softly, melting under your praise. You know exactly how to love him.

“I love you so much”, he mumbles.

“I love you too.”

“I actually wanna lie down though.”

You chuckle, “okay, okay let’s get you cleaned up and cozy. You’re gonna get back scratches in bed”, you say as you lead him to the shower head.

“And ear rubs.”

“And ear rubs. As my prince wishes”, you say and turn on the water to wash away the mess he left. Yes, you will change into different clothes, “how’s the temperature, love?”

“Good. Nice.”

“Yeah? Is it good how I’m touching you?” you ask as you clean his cock and balls with gentle fingers.

He nods his head, “hm.”

“Good. God, Yoongi love, you’re so handsome.”

Yoongi blushes, lowering his eyes shyly. Yeah, you definitely know how to love him.

438 notes · View notes

little-diable · 9 months

Text

Twin Flame - Dean Winchester (smut)

Inspired by the song "Twin Flame" by Brennan Story. I love love love this fic, and I hope y'all will love it too. Please like and reblog if you enjoyed reading this, your comments keep us writers motivated! Enjoy my loves. xxx

Summary: Months ago Dean had broken the reader's heart, a desperate try to protect her. But he no longer manages to stay away, needing to find his way back to her.

Warnings: 18+, smut, unprotected piv, slight breeding kink, makeup sex, some heartbreak in the beginning, a very very happy end

Pairing: Dean Winchester x fem!reader (2.8k words)

Well this road don't get no shorter, I would've drove the whole thing for you, my tank down to a quarter, and it'll be gone soon

„What is up with you lately, Dean?” Sam’s voice filled Baby, worried eyes watching his brother. No reply left Dean as he kept driving on, caught in his memories like a fly trapped in the web of a spider set to kill. He was stuck, without a way out, and yet, deep down inside he prayed that he’d never be able to leave those memories behind.

Whenever he got a moment to let his thoughts wander, he had to think of her, the one who still holds his heart in her hands, even after all these months. Being with her had been something he had never experienced before, a new sensation he longed for like a man dying of thirst dreaming of any water he could drink. Loving her had been everything Dean wasn’t, it had been sweet, easy, it had been too good to be true.

Whenever he was lying awake at night, eyes staring at the dirty ceiling of the motel rooms he and Sam found shelter in, he imagined her laying next to him, head resting on his chest, listening to his calmly beating heart. Dean still felt her weight on him, if he closed his eyes he could feel her right there with him, murmuring sweet nothings into his ear, words that had been etched into his mind.

“Dean?” Sam tried again, worried eyes flickering back to the dark road ahead, knowing that it would take them at least a couple more hours to make their way to the bunker. “Hey man, c’mon, talk to me, I can tell something is going on.”

“It’s nothing, Sammy.” His voice told Sam everything he needed to know, exposing the hurt, the sadness flushing through Dean’s system. Dean’s green eyes were hazy, no longer filled with that special glint spurring him on whenever they were on a hunt, it felt as if he was no longer in the car with Sam, just a body without a soul tied to it.

“Is it about her? Dean, you should just call her, reach out, it’s never too late.” A sharp inhale of cold air was forced into Dean’s lungs, teeth grazing his lower lip to stop his angry words from rolling off his tongue. He couldn’t reach out, couldn’t call the one whose heart he had broken, leaving her behind without looking back once, choosing the life with his brother over her, a hunter just like him and his brother – a woman Dean wanted to protect from being hurt because of him.

The cold words he had spoken to her were still ringing in his ears, how he had pushed her away, nothing but a stupid spiel Dean stuck to, in order to save her from a life filled with uneasy times, with hunts that would leave their marks on her. Dean Winchester would do everything to keep her safe, even if it meant breaking (y/n)’s heart, and his own.

And my drink been feelin' lighter, 'cause I'm a lover not a fighter, and I seen that you caught fire, when you put me out

“Sammy, wake up, we’re home.” Dean’s rough voice filled the dark night, hand shaking his brother’s shoulder. It took Sam a moment to wake, hands rubbing his tired eyes. Slowly did the younger Winchester brother undo his seatbelt, halting his movements as he noticed that Dean wasn't moving.

“What’s wrong?” Worry dripped from the tip of Sam’s tongue, watching his brother’s gaze flicker between the steering wheel and the phone Dean kept clinging to.

“I have something to do, I’ll be gone for a few days.” Silence filled Baby, a silence so loud, Dean started to shuffle around in his seat, waiting for his brother to speak up or to start moving, already annoyed with the time they kept wasting just now. Dean was feeling antsy, nervousness filled his system, a sensation so unfamiliar he couldn’t help but curse it.

“Dean,” Sam whispered his brother’s name, hand finding his shoulder. “Get her back, stop worrying about dragging her down with you, she’s stronger than the both of us combined, she’ll do just fine being around us.”

Dean couldn’t reply, throat too tight, mouth too dry to produce any sounds, unsure what to say to the brother of his that looked at him with so much hope swimming in his pupils. Sam didn’t know much about the night where Dean had left her, he didn’t know of the words he had spoken, hurtful words that have left their scars on his and her soul, it’d be a miracle if she’d take Dean back. But he couldn’t breathe without her near, couldn’t live on without her by his side.

……

“Absolutely not.” (Y/n)’s eyes met Dean’s desperate ones, body turned from him as she tried to close her door, without any luck, wood caught by the boot he had pushed past her entrance. A string of curses left her, jaw ticking in anger as her eyes found their way back to his, reading the pleading swimming in his pupils before she slowly took a step back, inviting him back in.

Dean followed her through the all too familiar four walls he had once started to call his new home, the house they should grow old in, the house they should raise their children in, nothing but mere dreams that have evaporated into nothing but a hazy dream both could no longer recreate.

“I always knew you’d step low, but turning up here is ruthless, even for you, Dean Winchester.” (Y/n) had her arms wrapped around herself, eyes not daring to leave his once. Slowly he sank down on her couch, right next to her, not giving (y/n) a chance to move away. Without thinking he reached for her hand, moving faster than she had anticipated, catching her fingers before she could move them away as if he was a flame she burnt herself on.

“I wasn’t planning on coming here, hell, I wasn’t planning on ever setting my foot back in this house.” His whispers were torn between sounds reminding one of cries for help and a voice so quiet one could have problems understanding what he was saying. An angry huff left (y/n), glassy eyes focusing on the calloused fingertips stroking the back of her hand, pushing an all too familiar sensation through her body. She was trembling, begging for whoever was listening to relieve her from the pain she had never been able to let go of, and yet she had tried to keep on moving, without looking back once.

“You broke my heart, you left me without an explanation, just your awful words. One day you were here, and the next you were suddenly gone. It took me a while to give my life a new meaning, to adjust to hunting on my own, but I managed just fine for the past months, Dean. Why do you have to return the second I’m finally okay on my own?” Her tears started rolling down her cheeks, dripping from her chin like a once dry waterfall regaining its impressive strength. With his other hand finding her jaw, Dean started drying her tears, heart clenching in his chest as he was once again reminded of the pain he had pushed her through.

“I know, and I’m so sorry for being so fucking selfish, but I can’t stay away. Every second without you by my side is pure torture, you’re the only thing I can think of, no matter when or where I am. I’m sorry sweetheart, I really am. All I ever wanted to do was keep you safe, after watching you getting hurt because of me, because I couldn’t step back from a hunt we should have called backup for, I knew i had to get away from you. I can’t be the reason you get into any more danger. But as much as I hate myself for saying it, I can’t live without you, not any longer.” A heavy sigh left (y/n) as she looked at Dean, focusing on the pain filling his green pupils, on the lifeless expression tugging on his features. He was no longer the Dean she had once been with, no, he had changed, their breakup had left its marks on him, as much as it had left its marks on her. And yet she still longed for him, after all the sleepless nights she had cursed him for.

“I need time to think this through, you have hurt me so much, Dean, so much. But I still love you, a lot. You can sleep on the sofa and we can talk in the morning.” Slowly Dean let go of her, pulling his hands away to give (y/n) enough space to rise to her feet. With one last glance thrown his way, she disappeared down the hallway, letting the door to her bedroom fall shut with a soft thud.

And as Dean sat on the sofa he had once put together with (y/n), he couldn’t help but give into the tears welling up in his eyes.

And I'd set fire onto, these boots running from the hard truth, that you don't need me the same way I need you

……

Dean woke with a groan leaving him, back aching from the uncomfortable position he had been sleeping in. It took him a few seconds to remember the past hours, how he had turned up at (y/n)’s place, how he had cried into his hands as she had parted from him. His green eyes shot open, finding a pair of all too familiar eyes already staring at him. (Y/n) was sitting on the edge of the sofa, wearing the same shirt she had worn hours ago. Only now did Dean realise that the shirt had once belonged to him, pushing a very welcomed heat through his aching body.

“I made some coffee.” Her soft voice left his heart skipping beats, needing to cherish these moments should she ask him to leave in the upcoming minutes. Slowly did Dean sit up, stretching his neck and arms before he murmured a “Thank you, sweetheart”, taking the cup of warm coffee (y/n) pushed into his direction.

“I didn’t catch any sleep, but I got enough time to think.” Dean braced himself for the words she was about to speak, teeth grazing his lower lip. His heart was racing way too fast for the early hour, and yet Dean didn’t manage to calm his system, palms growing sweatier with every second. He struggled to look into the eyes he’d see whenever he closed his at night, desperate to feel her close, pupils that were once so familiar, so loved, pupils that felt like nothing but a fever dream now. “I love you too much to push you away, but it’ll take me some time to trust you again, Dean. You have to accept that we’ll both get hurt on hunts, with or without Sammy. And you’ll accept that I’ll join you on all hunts I want to join, you won’t get a say about my decisions. Are we clear?”

He looked at her for a few more moments before his hand found the back of her neck, pulling (y/n) in for a bruising kiss. With a gasp leaving (y/n) she moved closer, arms finding their way around his neck, allowing Dean to pull her into his lap. The kiss was fuelled by their longing for one another, hearts begging them to never part ways again, unable to endure another wave of heartbreak.

“I’ll do whatever it takes to get you back, whatever you need. I love you so much, sweetheart, I don’t want to live another day without you by my side.” Dean murmured his words against her lips, pulling her in for another kiss as his hands disappeared underneath the comfortable shirt of his she was wearing. Her breath hitched in her chest as Dean shuffled them around, pressing (y/n) against the sofa with him nestling between her thighs. Moans clawed through the two as Dean began to roll his hips, rubbing his hardening bulge against her damp panties.

“Been dreaming about you touching me, as much as I hated myself for it, I couldn’t help but miss you, your lips, your fingers.” A soft, throaty laugh rumbled through Dean as he pushed her shirt up to expose her chest to his hungry eyes, lips finding her hardening nipples almost instantly, leaving his marks on every inch of her warm flesh.

“Fuck, no matter what I tried, my mind always wandered back to you. I imagined the words you’d moan, how you’d wrap your fingers around my cock. Can’t believe I’m getting another chance to love you.” No longer could she reply to his words, (y/n) had almost forgotten the loving words his mouth and mind were able to create in moments like this one, set on making her feel the love his heart pumped through his system. “I need to be inside of you, it’s been too fucking long. Do you have a condom?”

“No, but I’m clean, I didn’t sleep with anybody but you.” She was almost scared to ask Dean if he had touched another woman, struggling to form the question that now rang through her mind, leaving her breathless. Dean pushed another kiss against her lips before he shuffled out of his clothes, exposing his twitching cock to her wandering eyes.

“Good, you’re mine to touch only, forever mine. I didn’t touch anybody else, just the thought of it made me sick, no matter how much alcohol I needed to try and forget about us.” With her hand finding its way back to his neck, and with her legs slowly wrapping themselves around his hips, (y/n) chased his slightly swollen lips.

The sound of their moans leaving them in unison was drowned by their kiss, Dean moved slow at first, needing to hold back before he’d cum right there and then, no longer used to feeling her tightness wrapped around his cock. Both clung to one another as he fucked her into the sofa, with one hand placed on the arm rest and the other on her waist, leaving marks with his fingertips digging into her skin. (Y/n) arched her front against his, trembling legs not daring to loosen their hold on his waist, wondering if she was only stuck in a dream, or if Dean was truly fucking her, reminding her that she was his.

And no matter how hard I try, I'll never learn to say goodbye, you say it's okay to cry, baby that river done ran dry

“God, how I missed feeling you, feels so perfect, so fucking perfect.” With his forehead pressed against hers, Dean added more speed to his thrusts, growing rougher as her walls fluttered around him, tensing every now and then. Dean had lost count on the amount of times he had dreamt of feeling her again, of loving her just like he had always promised he would.

“Same, fuck, don’t ever leave me again, Dean.” (Y/n) choked on his name, hand disappearing between their bodies to circle her sensitive bundle of nerves. Both knew that they wouldn’t be able to hold back for much longer, it felt as if they hadn’t been able to let go for months, unable to touch themselves without thinking of one another. But both had tried to make themselves cum for weeks on end, unable to do so, since their minds painted pictures too painful, pictures they could now finally leave behind.

“Where do you want me to cum, sweetheart? Fuck, I won’t be able to hold on for much longer.” Another moan left (y/n) as Dean’s lips found her jaw, kissing their way down her neck. It took her a moment to reply, choking on her breaths, unable to think clear with her thoughts growing hazy.

“Inside of me, please, Dean, fill me up.” She felt his cock twitching inside of her, forcing her to add more pressure on her clit, crying his name as she came. Dean followed her down the edge, eyes rolling back into his head as he came with a “Fuck” leaving him.

Both were heavily breathing, not daring to part with their bodies still joined, just like their jumping hearts. (Y/n) murmured his name as she combed a hand through his hair, eyes finding his, “I love you Dean, no matter what will happen between us, I belong to you, as much as you belong to me.”

#Dean Winchester smut #Dean Winchester imagine #Dean Winchester x reader #supernatural smut

887 notes · View notes

vanwritesfan-fiction · 3 months

Text

Thirst Trap

A Travis Kelce Instagram AU

****

liked by chiefs, yourinstagram, jason.kelce, and 4,532 others

killatrav Can’t thank the legendary J.R. Moehringer enough for writing this piece about my life in the WSJ. I loved talking about my wife and family as well as where I see my career going over the next few years. It was an absolute honor to work with him and with my guy gstyles 📸 I really appreciate everybody that was involved in making this happen! 🙌🏻🙌🏻

View 3,450 comments

yourinstagram would have been a lot better if they took my suggestions to have you shirtless in every photo 🤷🏽‍♀️

killatrav babe please 😂 traviskelcesuperfan no I second yourinstagram ideas user third ✋🏼 yourinstagram see?! I'm thinking about your career babe killatrav sure 👀

user great article!

liked by killatrav, kyliekelce, yourbestfriend, and 2,148 others

yourinstagram outtakes from a special project justinefinephotography and I have been working on 😘

View 652 comments

user Travis is the luckiest man alive

killatrav why am I just now seeing these?! And are there more?!

yourinstagram these may or may not be part of your valentine's day present 👀 killatrav WHAT?! TAKE THESE DOWN RIGHT NOW!! yourinstagram calm down babe! 😂 The good ones are for your eyes only

traviskelcehater kelce your wife is smokin' hot 🥵

killatrav shut up 🤬 killatrav she is but still shut up 😡

liked by chiefs, user, yourinstagram and 14,658 others

chiefs and killatrav the grind doesn't stop 😤

View 2,304 comments

user best tight end in the league

yourinstagram sure is 😉 killatrav peaches stop playing around in the comments lol

yourinstagram is this payback for my photos?

killatrav this isn't a thirst trap, I'm just stretching girl yourinstagram please you know that behind is mine chiefs we have no idea what you're talking about yourinstagram 👀 yourinstagram not fair! I don't have a social media team

user Chiefs are trash

yourinstagram two can play this game Travis Michael

liked by kyliekelce, killatrav, yourbestfriend and 782 others

yourinstagram these 5am workouts are kicking my ass 😰

View 254 comments

user can you fight killatrav?

killatrav yes jason.kelce I would take his word for it

killatrav GAH DAMN GIRL!

yourinstagram 😘😘😘 killatrav if you wanted to head home right now, I wouldn't say no 🤷🏼‍♂️ yourinstagram I'm running errands and then I'll be home baby 💋 user y'all are the cutest couple

liked by killatrav, user, yourinstagram, and 4,501 others

killatrav leaving here with a dub

View 1,200 comments

yourinstagram daddy? sorry! daddy? sorry!

killatrav 😂😂😂 user can you not be gross on here? 🙄 yourinstagram I already made him a daddy, just giving him his props 🤷🏾‍♀️

chief Kelce got swag 💪🏼

jason.kelce this look is missing flip flops

#travis kelce #travis kelce fanfiction #trav kelce instagram au #travis kelce imagine #travis kelce fanfic #nfl fanfiction #nfl imagine #nfl instagram au #travis kelce instagram au

309 notes · View notes

not-goldy · 3 days

Note

"Are Jikook even real?" LOL at least you tried.

There are two people from a TV show I watch. Both had partners they were with when the show first started. Somewhere along the way, those two coworkers/Costars started hanging out alone on private time, dressing alike & making regular trips to Disneyland together. Then more trips & outings together wearing matching clothes. Suddenly they stopped talking about their partners & then came TWO break-up confirmations. Shocker. They're partners left & those two are still glued together, dressing a like, taking regular trips to Disneyland & now posting coupley pics together on IG wearing matching outfits at Disneyland etc. No confirmation from either that they're dating, but none is needed because its literal proof of having no respect for your partners regardless & NO ONE is gonna stick around & watch their partner humiliate them like that publicly, no matter how long you been together. What they're doing is NOT part of their job description. They were even accused of doing fanservice since their characters are dating on the show, til they had break ups with their Longterm partners. Who the hell wants to sit at home while your partner is dressing up in matching couple clothes & keeps going on alone trips together with their coworker, without you or other friends? We aren't talking normal coworker friend outings with friends. We're talking crossing boundaries leaning into intimacy with someone who isn't your partner.

This isn't me using this as proof Jikook are real, but I am saying that Jikook's behavior no matter who they're dating, would be considered shitty, hurtful, embarrassing and inexcusable, because who the hell spends couple holidays together several times in public & not with their own partners, dating or not? When have you seen Yoonmin, Vmin or TK spend couple days together in public or confirm hickeys after a drunken night together or Lay in bed half naked flirting with each other in front of millions, begging the other over or sending questionable thirst traps for each other's bdays? Y'all treating Jikook as if this is some fanfiction & not real life behavior they're doing, which would be considered both physical & emotional cheating. Y'all can piss off trying to gaslight me into thinking Jikook are dating other members & this is normal acceptable bro behavior, when I know damn well it isn't.

Published 💜

39 notes · View notes

hungermakesmonsters · 5 months

Text

Catch Me If You Can

Chapter Eight

Plot summary : When your friend interviews for a position at Anvil, you have a chance encounter with Billy Russo. He takes you for coffee and, by the time you’re done, Billy decides he’s anything but done with you.

Pairing : Billy Russo x Reader

Story Rating : R

Chapter Rating : PGish

Warnings : [This is a fic for 18+ only, minors DNI] Reader is kind of mean to Billy. Random guy gets grope-y and doesn't want to take no for an answer. There's a little bit of violence. And reader has far too much to drink. Please check the warnings on each chapter if you choose to follow this story.

Word Count : ~4.3k

A/N : This follows on directly from the last part! Thanks to everyone still following this and for all the likes, comments and reblogs, y'all are awesome!!

Chapter Eight

The club was packed, the dance floor a sea of bodies in costumes and faces in masks. You regretted deciding to go the moment you saw how full it was, but Tammy had hold of your wrist, leading you towards the bar. It was your round and, suddenly, you were very glad of the two hundred dollars Billy had tipped you for his bogus delivery. Eventually you all ended up at a table, more shots were put in front of you and, honestly, you couldn’t remember the last time you’d had so much to drink

Michelle and her friend made a point of loudly letting everyone (you) know when Billy arrived. The newer Anvil recruits seemed just as uncomfortable as you at his presence and you made a point of heading to the bar before he reached your table, escaping his notice, but you found yourself glancing over your shoulder, drinking in the sight of him in one of his dark suits, matched with a red shirt, and a devil mask that covered half his face. At least he’d be easy to avoid, looking like that.

You stayed at the bar, slowly making your way through a couple of drinks, doing everything you could not to look back. And, for a time, that worked out perfectly.

Until it didn’t

You felt him behind you, standing too close, towering over you. A shiver ran up your spine as he placed his hand on the bar next to yours, so close that his thumb was almost pressed against your pinkie. The seconds ticked by; you didn’t speak and he didn’t move. You were the first to break, glancing over your shoulder, finding his dark eyes beneath the devil mask. He didn’t smile that playful smile, didn’t look happy that you’d finally decided to pay attention to him; his jaw was clenched and he just seemed lost.

Unfortunately for him, you’d had enough to drink to loosen your tongue.

“Did you tell Michelle that she’s a rebound?” Not caring about the jealousy and anger in your voice.

“I’m not here with Michelle.”

“Not what I heard,” you answered back and watched as his shoulder twitched in annoyance, “tonight’s the night she finally gets you into bed.”

“I’m not fucking Michelle - tonight or any other night.” Barely managing to hold back his irritation, but you couldn’t tell if it was aimed at you or her.

“No, that’s right - you can’t fuck anyone, can you?” A laugh bubbled up and you hated how cruel you felt the moment it left your lips.

“You know why I’m here.”

“Yeah because she sent you a thirst trap and you were thirsty enough to fall for it. Don’t act like this has anything to do with me.”

Billy didn’t answer, he just reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone, opening the picture Michelle had sent, zooming in on the background; it was you, talking to Tammy. He’d come to the club for you, to stop you taking anyone home, just like he said he would.

“So you’re stalking me now?” You demanded but the only answer he gave was a shrug. “I tried to give you the benefit of the doubt, but your ex was right about you; you’re a fucking psycho, Billy.”

It was enough to draw a reaction from him, one that you weren’t expecting. There was a visceral flicker of pain across his face, followed by something that almost looked like fear. He looked away from you and your stomach dropped, remembering what Karen and Frank had told you about his relationship with Krista. It felt like you’d genuinely hurt him, like you’d finally managed to strike a nerve.

“You spoke to Krista.” It wasn’t a question, wasn’t even a demand, he just sounded resigned.

“She spoke to me,” you explained, not wanting him to think you’d gone looking for dirt on him.

“When?”

“At the gala. Why? What does it matter?”

“And she told you - what? - that I’m a psychopath, that I can’t feel real emotions? Did she tell you I’m dangerous? That I hurt people?” There was pain in his voice, the kind you hadn’t meant to cause, his composure seeming to break a little more as his shoulder ticked again. “She told you all that but you still went home with me?”

“I didn’t believe her -”

“But you do now?” He didn’t let you finish. “You think I’d hurt you? That I’m capable of hurting you?” He was standing close enough that you heard his breath catch over the thrum of the music, and saw his chest shudder, like he couldn’t breathe. His hand twitched on the bar, inadvertently grazing yours as he pulled it back.

Before you could think of an answer, or say anything at all, he was turning away from you and disappearing into the crowd. You’d managed to get rid of him, but the cost felt far too high.

The next few hours passed in a blur of tequila shots and increasingly sloppy dancing with Tammy and her friends. From time to time, you caught sight of him through the crowd, Michelle permanently attached to his side, putting her hands on him at any chance she got, but every time you looked his way, it was you that held his attention.

You kept drinking, trying to wash away the sickening feeling in your stomach, the part of you that regretted what you’d said to Billy - you’d wanted him to leave you alone, you hadn’t wanted to hurt him. And it had been low bringing Krista into it. But, the more you drank, the harder it became to really focus on any of that. You just wanted to dance, but none of the Anvil guys seemed to want to dance with you or pay you any attention, and you didn’t know if it was because of Billy or just because of you.

With your self-esteem in the toilet, you went looking for validation elsewhere, and it wasn’t long before you found yourself a dance partner (though you really should have realised he was bad news purely because he was dressed as Jared Leto’s Joker).

You danced for a couple of songs before everything started to go wrong.

His hand found your hip, low enough that his fingers could slip into the gaps in your fishnets. You tensed, but you didn’t pull away. If he noticed your discomfort, it didn’t stop him from putting his hand on your other hip, his fingertips roughly pressing into your skin. You danced like that for another song before he got a little bolder, letting one of his hands grab your ass and pull you closer, grinding his body against yours. You managed to squirm out of his grip, hoping he’d take the hint.

He didn’t.

“C’mon, babe, don’t tease. You’re gettin’ me hard.” He smirked, pulling you close again, grinding against you. You tried to push him away, hands on his chest, trying to struggle out of his hold. Instead of letting you go, he leaned in to kiss you. You felt his lips brush yours before -

Suddenly he was gone, pulled away from you, and someone was standing between you and him. Billy.

“What the fuck?” He threw a clumsy fist Billy's way, but Billy was too fast (and sober). Billy stepped aside, catching him by the collar, holding him in place as he threw a punch of his own. Even over the music you heard the sickening thud of Billy's fist connecting with his face. Blood started to pour from his nose, but Billy didn't stop, hitting him again and again.

He didn't stop until a couple of the Anvil guys pulled him off, one of them telling the bloodied guy to walk away.

By the time Billy thought to turn back to you, you were already heading for the door, not even bothering to stop to get your jacket. He followed after, forcing his way through the crowd and calling out your name, discarding the stupid devil mask as he went. You didn’t stop, didn’t even turn; you just wanted to get out of there.

You were fighting back tears by the time you made it outside and into the pouring rain. It didn’t take long for Billy to catch up, lightly grabbing your wrist so you’d at least turn to look at him.

“Leave me alone, Billy.”

“Are you okay?” He asked, letting you pull away from his grip.

“What do you think?” You half-snapped, half-sobbed. “Are you happy now?”

“Why would I be happy?” He was confused, hurt by the implication.

“You were right; I can’t do this.”

“Oh, sweetheart, I didn’t want to be right like this.” He replied softly. Too softly. The care and tenderness in his voice were just too much to process.

You shook your head and turned to keep walking, and Billy started after you. For a few steps you tried to ignore it, hoping he’d get bored or decide it wasn’t worth getting soaked to the bone. Of course, he didn’t.

“Stop following me, Billy.”

“I just want to make sure you get in a taxi and make it safely to your front door,” which, to you, made it sound like he wanted to follow you all the way home.

“I’m not getting a taxi.” You kept walking, trying to ignore the rain and the cold. Billy fell a few steps behind before realising just what you were doing.

“You’re gonna walk home in the pissing down rain just to prove a point?” He called after you, still following.

“Yeah, Billy. The point is that I’m not going to fuck you.” You snapped back, almost losing your footing as you glanced back at him.

“I get it, you don’t want me, you’ve made that painfully fucking clear.” And you really could hear that pain in his voice.

“Then why are you still following me?”

“‘cause this is a scary neighbourhood and I don’t think a good looking guy like me would make it to the end of the block on his own?” You didn’t want to laugh at his stupid joke, and you did your best to stifle it, but it hurt. You didn’t want to laugh with him, didn’t want to think about the sweet and playful guy you went for coffee with all those weeks ago, it just made walking away from him harder.

Billy kept following as you crossed the street, watching as you shivered and tried to push your wet hair from your eyes. He stayed silent, giving you space and waiting for you to speak again. And, of course, a few minutes later, you did.

“Why did you have to ruin it?” You asked, stopping beneath a flickering street light and turning to face him. He was drenched just like you, but it didn’t seem to bother him; perks of being an ex-Marine, you supposed. “We had a perfect night, why couldn’t you just let me keep that?”

“Because I don’t want a perfect night with you, I want every night; the perfect ones and the bad ones.”

“Don’t you realise how insane that sounds? You hardly know me, Billy.”

“I know enough. I know how I feel whenever I’m around you.”

“And how’s that?” You rolled your eyes.

“Happy,” he answered uncomfortably, like he didn’t want to admit it. “I feel like I can just be myself with you, and you’ve got no idea how difficult that is for me..."

“Why would that be hard for you?”

“Seriously?” You didn’t say anything. “You’ve seen Michelle, right? You’ve seen how she is with me?”

“Yeah, she wants to fuck you, like pretty much every other woman above the age of consent in New York...” You rolled your eyes, oblivious to the point he was trying to make.

“And you think any of them would give a shit if I didn’t have money, or if I didn’t look like this?” Again, you didn’t say anything, finally starting to understand what Billy was trying to say. “Every time someone like Michelle wants to talk to me, it’s to get something. I spent my whole childhood trying to get anyone to care about me, and now people just see me for what I am, not who I am, but not you...”

The vulnerability in his voice, written all over his face, was enough to soften your expression.

“Don’t,” he told you softly, “don’t you dare pity me.”

You stayed silent, letting your eyes linger for a moment more before continuing your miserable walk in the rain. It felt strange to suddenly have a new perspective on everything, on Billy. It hadn’t crossed your mind how it must feel to have people only interested in his status and looks - honestly, with the way he acted sometimes, you’d just assumed that Billy was perfectly happy with it.

Soaked to the bone and freezing cold, you pulled your arms across your chest, shivering and regretting your childish decision to walk home. Before you knew it, Billy was at your side, draping his jacket over your shoulders, it was wet through, but it helped block the cold wind.

“Billy -”

“I don’t want you freezing to death out here.”

You didn’t argue, you already knew that it would be pointless to try. He kept walking like the cold and rain didn’t bother him, like the only one being punished on this slow walk home was you. And, by the time you reached your street, you were close to tears again, the wind was biting and you felt like a child for putting Billy through it.

Once you were finally outside your building, you turned to face him. There were roughly a thousand and one things you wanted to say to him, and only about half of them were nice. You were still angry, still frustrated beyond belief that he wouldn’t just let you go, but having heard him out, you couldn’t help but think you had to take some of the blame; you’d let things get out of hand because you’d enjoyed your time with him and, in doing so, you’d given him reason to hope for something you couldn’t give him.

A heavy sigh slipped out.

“I’m home. You can go now, Billy.”

“I said I was going to make sure you made it to your front door.”

“I’m not gonna change my mind between now and the third floor.”

It was his turn to sigh. “I’m not expecting you to. I just need to know that you’re home safe.”

“And then you’ll give up and leave me alone?”

“I didn’t say that.”

Again - again, you knew that there was no point fighting him, that he’d follow you up regardless of what you had to say. So, you pulled his jacket tighter around your shoulders and made your way inside, taking the stairs at an awkward pace, almost stumbling a couple of times (probably why Billy had wanted to make sure you actually made it to your front door, because the walk in the scold had done little to help you sober up). And, by the time you reached your door, you felt worse than ever.

Under the flickering hallway light, you could finally see him, see the state he was in; soaked to the bone, hair dripping, shirt clinging to his body. And it was your fault - of course he wasn’t going to let you walk the New York streets on your own at two in the morning. And you could have changed your mind at any time and ordered an Uber, but you hadn’t because you’d wanted to put him through that.

As if you hadn’t already put him through enough.

“Can I get my jacket back?” He asked, breaking a silence that you had allowed to linger a touch too long.

“Why did you have to do this, Billy?” Still clinging to his jacket, knowing that he couldn’t leave without it.

“Which part?” He asked, like he thought everything that he’d done had been perfectly reasonable.

“Any of it.” Because you weren’t sure why he was fighting so hard to keep you. No one had ever fought to keep you before.

“You flinched - every time that prick put his hands on you, you flinched. And it made me so fucking angry that anyone could touch you in a way that made you uncomfortable.” His voice turned low, barely masking his anger, but it wasn’t directed at you. “He didn’t even notice - what d’you think he would have done if you’d gone home with him, if you’d asked him to stop?”

You didn’t have an answer for that. All you could think about was how Billy had always stopped when you asked, how he’d noticed every little flicker of discomfort - how he’d noticed your discomfort even when he wasn’t the one causing it.

“I don’t care what you think about me, I’d never let anyone hurt you.” He didn’t have to go on because you were sure his reasons for following you home were exactly the same. “And I - I know I hurt you earlier, and I’m so fucking sorry, but seeing him grabbing you like that...”

He didn’t have to finish the thought. And you were glad that he didn’t. The rage in his voice said more than words ever could.

It was then, when your gaze dropped to your feet, that you noticed the puddles you were both making on the tiled floor. Billy was drenched and probably cold - would he even be able to get a taxi in that state? His penthouse was so far away, and -

“Do you want to come in?” You asked in little more than mumble. “Just - just to dry off a little?”

“Are you sure?”

“Just to get dry, nothing else, I’m not going to fu-”

“I wouldn’t even if you threw yourself at me.” He interrupted. It stung to hear, though you weren’t sure why; you’d just spent the last twenty minutes telling him to leave you alone. His hand on your cheek urged you to look up so he could see you. “Only because you’re drunk and I’d never take advantage of you,” he explained, a ghost of a smile on his lips, “you’re never going to regret a night that you spend with me.

“Why do you have to say things like that?” You practically whined, hating that he was suddenly being the perfect gentleman despite every shitty thing you’d said to him in the last twenty-four hours.

“I’m not gonna make it easy for you to get over me,” he shrugged.

Turning, you fumbled with your keys, missing the lock a couple of times before Billy took over. He unlocked the door and let you into your dark apartment. Obviously Tammy hadn’t come home yet. Finding the light switch took more effort than you would have liked and you were pretty sure Billy was trying to keep himself from laughing, especially when you almost fell over pulling your boots off. But, all the while, he stood behind you, ready to catch you if you fell.

“Go sit down,” you told him, waving towards the den before heading off to the bathroom to grab some towels, not even noticing that you still had his jacket pulled tightly around you.

Catching sight of yourself in the mirror, you realised just how bad you looked; hair dripping, eyes red, and make-up running down your face. (If that hadn’t been enough to scare Billy off, what would be?) You spent a moment at the sink, trying to clean yourself up a little, scrubbing away the make-up with enough force to leave your skin feeling raw, before towel drying your hair.

There was no noise in the apartment and you almost dared to hope that Billy had let himself out but, when you finally left the bathroom, a towel in hand, you found him in the den, sitting on the edge of the coffee table. He gave you a smile as you edged closer, holding out a hand like he was expecting you to offer him the towel. But you didn’t - that had been the plan, to let him dry himself off so he could leave - instead you stopped in front of him, standing far closer than you knew you should.

Billy didn’t say anything, he didn’t even move. Looking down you noticed the way he was gripping the edge of the table at his sides, holding tight, obviously not trusting himself not to reach for you.

Even though you knew he was still fighting for you, he was respecting your boundaries.

Slowly, you pressed the towel to one side of his face, then the other, before towelling his hair. His eyes stayed on yours, letting you do what you wanted. Your attention moved to his neck, one hand drying his skin with the towel while the other slowly started to undo his shirt. Little by little you exposed his torso, running the towel across his chest and stomach, while you pushed the shirt off his shoulders. And Billy let you, he went along with everything until your fingers found his belt.

He took hold of your hand gently before standing slowly. When he reached for you, your breath caught and, despite every time you’d said no to him, you found yourself thinking yes. But Billy didn’t kiss you, didn’t even pull you into his arms. No, he gently pulled his wet jacket from around your shoulders and dropped it onto the table.

“You should get out of those wet clothes,” he told you softly and, despite the tenderness in his tone, it felt like a rejection.

“Right,” you huffed, letting the towel drop from your hand. You weren’t even sure why you were upset - or what you’d even been planning to do when you got his pants off. As much as you’d been trying to convince him that you didn’t want him, some part of you obviously did.

You turned from him, but instead of heading towards your bedroom you made a beeline towards the kitchen.

“What are you doing?” He asked, getting to his feet and following after.

You didn’t need to answer, it became more than obvious once you’d fished a bottle of Jack Daniels from a cupboard and found yourself a mug. Billy let out a sigh, obviously biting back what he wanted to say; haven’t you had enough? For a second you just looked at him, expectant, but when it didn’t come, you decided to pour him a drink too (managing to splash the counter in the process).

Billy looked at the mug; a bright pink thing with the words Queen Bitch painted on in silver glitter. The corners of his lips turned up at the ridiculousness of it, eyes then rolling when he noticed that yours similarly was painted silver with the words Ray of Fucking Sunshine in gold.

When you took a drink, he did too. He let the silence linger for a few long moments, waiting to see if you had anything to say, but you were waiting for him to speak first.

“What are we doing?”

“Drinking.” You answered, taking another sip from your mug and grimacing at the taste.

“Why?”

“Because what else are we going to do?” You offered. Billy held up his hand in a confused half-shrug, needing you to be more specific. “You’re half naked in my apartment but you don’t want to fuck me, so what else are we supposed to do?”

Even though you were being completely serious, Billy started to laugh but it wasn’t that playful that you’d come to enjoy pulling from him, it was something far darker. Still, you glared at him, silently demanding that he explained himself.

“There hasn’t been a single moment where I haven’t wanted to fuck you, sweetheart,” there was that sharp, barely restrained tone in his voice again. He placed his mug down and stepped towards you, your head tilting back the closer he got to keep your eyes on his. “You’ve got no idea the things I want to do to you - the things I will do to you once you admit that you’re mine.”

“I’m not yours,” you answered breathlessly, not sure which of you you were really trying to convince.

He reached for you and you let him, his hand finding your cheek and, despite your verbal protests, you leaned into the touch, letting your eyes fall shut for a few sweet seconds. You didn’t open them until Billy spoke again.

“I want you in the worst ways, I’m out of control when I’m with you, but I can’t stay away. I’m bad news, just like Krista said, and you’re right to try and tell me no. But, eventually, you’re gonna give in and then I’ll show you exactly how much I want you.” It felt like he was barely holding back again and you shivered. “Once you’re mine, I’m gonna ruin you.”

You struggled to swallow down the lump that had stuck itself in your throat, heart pounding in your chest, again struck by the notion that Billy was dangerous. But you still didn’t pull away, the heat of his palm on your cheek stoked a heat between your thighs and, although he’d already said no, you wanted him. Dangerous or not, some part of you still knew that Billy would never hurt you.

“I’m not yours,” you said again, lifting the mug to your lips and draining the rest of the Jack Daniels.

“Not yet,” he answered back.

“Maybe I’m the one who’s dangerous, maybe I’ll ruin you. You don’t know me, you don’t know what I’ve done. You think you want me but if you knew…” The mug was placed on the side and you made to move, half-thinking about throwing yourself at Billy, and half-wanting to grab his discarded drink, instead the floor seemed to shift and you fell forward. Billy caught you, holding you tight against his chest.

“Okay, time for bed, sweetheart.” And you were in no state to argue with him as he scooped you up into his arms.

CHAPTER NINE

END NOTES : I don't really have much to say about this one. I just enjoy the angst. Next chapter will take place more or less directly after this one, and we're finally going to learn a little bit more about reader (though please check the warnings on the next one because there's a few things that will probably come up that are potentially triggering). And, as always thank you so much for engaging with this story, I'm speechless how many followers I've gotten and the fact that the first chapter of this story now has over 100 notes!

Thanks for reading!!

TAG LIST

@lincerad @sweetserendipity65 @rafaelakelley @slayerofthevampire @rensolodriver @lovelydoveval @doloreschanal @uncontainedsmiles @damagelove

#billy russo #billy russo x reader #billy russo x female reader #billy russo fanfic #the punisher #cmiyc ff

128 notes · View notes

tigertales9 · 2 years

Text

The Stroke of Midnight

Pairing: Joe Burrow x Reader

Warnings: 18+ / Smut / Manhandling / Angst

Description: Summer 2022 in Cincinnati. Things get heated on a hot, humid night in early summer. This takes place a couple months before Joe's appendectomy.

A/N: I've been trying to finish a few Joe fics for several months now. This is the first one I've ever shared. I hope y'all like it.

------------------------------------------------------------

You wave good-bye to the last of your guests as they amble out into the warm summer evening; you listen to the steady hum of the crickets for a few seconds, watching as your friends ease into their cars and drive away. After taking one more deep breath of the humid air, you shut the door, leaning your forehead against the solid surface briefly before spinning around to walk back into the kitchen.

You'd hosted a girls' night like you'd done several times before, only this time shit went sideways fairly quickly. Your good friend Shay had arrived early to help set up. As you two arranged appetizers on a couple of large grazing platters, you kept catching her eyeing you with concern. After asking her what was up several times, she finally came clean and asked if you wanted to talk about Joe liking yet another thirst trap pic on insta. She knew you'd laid into his ass about it on two prior occasions and that he had promised not to do it again.

You roll your shoulders to relieve some tension and shake your head in aggravation. Work had been so busy lately that you hadn't even seen the latest slap in the face until Shay pointed it out. Four days ago, your man had done something he'd promised not to do again. Shay had felt awful to be the bearer of bad news, but you'd assured her it wasn't her fault your fiancé couldn't keep his promises.

Girls' night went off without a hitch because you had a rock-solid poker face, but several times during the evening, you'd briefly thought about sashaying down the street to Ja'marr's house where the guys were playing cards; dragging Joe's ass right there in front of everybody would've felt sooo good.

You roll your shoulders again and take a deep breath; luckily for Joe your mama taught you not to air your dirty laundry in public, so here you are -- posted up on a barstool in your kitchen -- waiting for your man to walk in the door so you can unleash hell in private.

About 20 minutes later, you hear Joe coming in the front door, loud as hell as usual. "Babe?" he hollers, kicking his shoes off and dropping what sounds like a bowling balls worth of shit on the hallway table. "I got sooo lucky tonight. The cards were really falling my way."

That's the only way you're getting lucky tonight, you think, chewing on your bottom lip as he strides into the kitchen. "How was girls' night?" he asks, grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge before turning to face you. He chugs half the bottle while you watch his prominent Adam's apple bob up and down with each gulp. When you don't answer, he sets the bottle down and closes the distance between you. "Mmmm," he moans, leaning down to enjoy the view of your toned bare thighs exposed by your black mini skirt; he slides a hand under your skirt hem to push it higher.

"Joseph!" you snap, swatting his hand away while serving an absolutely withering glare.

He immediately pops back upright. "Uh-oh. What's up?"

You narrow your eyes at him. "Remember those two conversations we had about you liking thirst traps on insta?"

He furrows his brow and thinks about it for a bit. "Two ass chewings, you mean? Yeah, I remember."

"Remember agreeing not to do that anymore?"

"Yes," he snaps, shaking his head in confusion. "We settled that. Why are you dragging it back up?"

"Because you did it again."

"No, I didn't."

"Yes, you did! Someone showed me tonight before I could even take one sip of a cocktail. It totally ruined girls' night."

"Why would somebody do that? They must be trying to make me look bad."

"You made yourself look bad, Joe."

He makes a stank face. "That's bullshit. I don't remember liking any pics recently."

"Let me refresh your memory; four days ago you liked a pic of a blonde woman, smallish boobs, very fit, wearing a pink bra and panties." He furrows his brow for a few seconds, shaking his head in confusion before you stick your phone in his face. "Here's the receipt," you snap.

He grimaces as the memory clicks into place. "Oh shit," he mumbles. "That's Kyle's new girlfriend. She's trying to be an influencer. He asked me if I'd like a pic to drive traffic her way."

"And you just had to like a lingerie pic? There were other pics where she wasn't mostly naked."

"It was the first pic on there," he argues. "I was literally on her page for like 30 seconds." He shrugs his shoulders nonchalantly and gives you a bemused look. "I don't know why you're trippin'. She's not remotely my type and you know it."

You shake your head in disgust. "You always have an excuse don't you?" You hop off the barstool and head for the stairs. "Nothing is ever your fault!" you yell, stopping to take your wedge heels off before jogging up the stairs; you slam the master bedroom door then lock it.

A few seconds later, you hear the doorknob jiggle before Joe lets out a stream of curse words. "Open the door," he orders, struggling to keep his voice even.

"Nope!" you snap. "I'm tired of this conversation. Go away and leave me alone!"

"I'm going to ask you one more time to open the fucking door before I kick it in. You have 10 seconds."

You roll your eyes when he starts counting, letting him get all the way up to 9 before slinging the door open. "There! Happy now?"

"Not remotely," he seethes as he strides into the room. "You're overreacting like crazy here. You realize that, right?"

"You're threatening to kick the door in but I'm overreacting? Miss me with that bullshit, Joseph Lee!" You glare at each other for several seconds before you break the tense silence. "Look, I don't want to fight. Just leave me alone."

He shakes his head no and takes a step toward you; you immediately take two steps back and his eyes narrow in frustration. "I want to settle this right now," he states. "You know I don't like to go to bed mad."

"Well, it's not always about what YOU want! In case you haven't noticed there are two people in this relationship," you snap, feeling your anger escalate as Joe rolls his eyes. The audacity, you think to yourself, taking a deep breath to try and calm your thundering pulse. "I need space right now, okay?"

"I think we should talk it out," he counters, crossing his arms across his chest in a way that makes his muscles bulge.

His arrogant stance and refusal to compromise kick your anger into overdrive, and you flash him a predatory smile. "Oh, you wanna talk it out?" you croon, amplifying your smile from predatory to psychopathic. "Have it your way, sweetie!" You give him a contemptuous glare before spinning around to storm into your large walk-in closet. You grab a duffle bag, unzip it and start cramming clothes in as you continue your tirade. "No matter how tipsy or horny I am, I have enough self-control not to like pics from six-pack ab, big dick, banana hammock, oiled up thirst traps!" You sling more clothes in the bag before pointing a finger in Joe's face as he saunters up and leans against the closet door. "Look but don't like; it's not that hard. I do it all the time!"

Joe's eyebrows shoot toward his perfect hairline. "Anytime you wanna see a big dick all you have to do is ask," he boasts, sliding one hand down to cup his ample goods.

"Boy please," you throw him an incredulous look. "I've got tits and ass for daaays, but that doesn't stop you from looking at other women." He opens his mouth to retort, but you plow ahead before he has a chance. "I'm not saying you shouldn't look. It's human nature. I'm saying -- just like the last two times we had this discussion -- it's disrespectful to publicly like thirst traps. If I did it, you would freak the fuck out and you know it!"

Joe doesn't even blink while holding your irate gaze; his calm demeanor makes you want to act out even worse. "I wasn't horny or tipsy when I liked that pic," he says, in an infuriatingly soothing tone. "I was just doing a favor for a good friend."

"Oh, fuck that! Always an excuse!" You drop your bag on the closet floor and walk to your lingerie chest, grabbing several pairs of panties and a few bras. You turn back around just in time to see Joe grab your bag and place it on the top shelf of the closet out of your reach. "Give me the bag, Burrow," you order, narrowing your eyes in anger when he refuses.

"You're not leaving."

"I sure as hell am," you scoff. "You refuse to give me space so I'm leaving. Simple as that." You pull a step stool out of the corner of the closet and place it under the shelf holding your bag; you step up the three steps and grab the bag handle, gasping when Joe wraps both hands around your waist from behind and lifts you off the top step. "Put me down!" you yell, dropping the bag as you squirm helplessly in his strong grasp. He sets you down but tightens his grip on your waist, his long fingers digging in just hard enough to let you know he means business; he lowers his head and presses his lips against your right ear. "Maybe you didn't hear me," he whispers, his hot breath in your ear sending a pulse of arousal through you. "I said you're not leaving."

"I heard you just fine, you big brute!" you snap, slapping lightly at his hands until he removes them. You spin around and glare up at him, for once annoyed that he's almost a foot taller than you and a hell of a lot bigger. You're even more annoyed that your traitorous body is really enjoying the manhandling, damn it! You sling your hair over your shoulder and intensify your glare. "I think it's technically kidnapping if you hold me against my will."

He shrugs his broad shoulders. "Technically, sugar, I don't give a shit. You're still not leaving." His smug demeanor pisses you right off, but you manage to keep your cool.

"I think you need a little reminder, sugar. I might call you daddy in bed but you're not the boss of me!"

His blue eyes flash with equal parts lust and aggravation as he leans down until his nose is almost touching yours. "Still not leaving," he purrs, giving you an arrogant grin that makes you want to scream in frustration.

"Fuck that," you grumble, spinning around and sprinting out of the closet, getting halfway to the bedroom door when Joe catches you from behind. You yelp in surprise as he picks you up and drops you face down in the middle of the king-sized bed, covering your body with his much larger frame. "Get off me!" you yell, trying hard to wiggle out from under him.

"Just relax," he growls, pinning your flailing arms down with an ease that's a little terrifying. "Quit fighting me!" he orders, placing more weight on you until you're almost completely immobilized. Your skirt has ridden all the way up to your waist at this point, mainly due to Joe's muscular thigh wedged between your legs. A jolt of pure lust sizzles through you quickly followed by a jolt of anger. He always does this, you think to yourself, going completely still when you feel his erection against your hip. He can't ever let me be mad at him for a hot minute. Always has to prove he can reduce me to a wet, quivering mess just begging for his cock.

You try to take a deep breath and realize you can't due to 200+ pounds of solid muscle pressing you into the mattress; another shot of anger rushes through you at how helpless you are. "Let me up!" you demand, fully expecting him to comply since you stopped struggling; when he doesn't immediately do it, you break down crying, sobbing even harder when he immediately releases you.

"Shit, baby, I'm sorry." He hops off the bed, putting a few feet of distance between you two. "I didn't mean to scare you. You know I'd never hurt you. I thought we were just messing around."

"I'm not scared, you idiot, I'm pissed!" You push yourself into a sitting position and angrily wipe the tears off of your cheeks. "I'm mad at you and I want to sulk and feel sorry for myself, but you won't leave me alone!" Your tears trail off as you finish speaking. "Instead you're invalidating my feelings and being an arrogant prick!"

He stares at you for several seconds before dropping his gaze to the floor. "I didn't mean to invalidate your feelings," he mutters, running a hand through his hair then tugging on the dark blonde locks in frustration. "But listen, I can't let you storm out of here like this. I'd never forgive myself if something happened to you." You open your mouth to argue and he holds up one long finger to stop you. "Let me finish, please. I can't let you leave, but I can give you space. I'll sleep in the guest room tonight if you really want me to. Okay?"

You wipe the remaining tears off of your face and nod yes without meeting his gaze. You expect him to head for the door but he doesn't move.

After several more seconds, you raise your head and meet his eyes. He gives you a thorough once-over, and you feel a pang of self-consciousness. I must look a hot mess, you think to yourself, wishing he would quit ogling you and just leave you alone. Instead, he breaks the silence in classic Joe style.

"Are those new panties?" he asks, nodding at your crotch.

You're struck speechless for a minute; you shake your head slowly and run a hand through your messy hair before speaking. "Let me get this straight. We're in the middle of a fight, and you're asking about my panties? Seriously?"

He shrugs. "Kinda hard for me to miss them since you're wearing your skirt as a belt."

You look down and realize your entire skirt is gathered around your waist, exposing a tiny see-through pink thong. You yank your skirt down and give Joe a bratty smirk. "Yes, they're new. I was going to surprise you with them -- a really naughty surprise -- but that plan got shot to hell."

He slowly runs his tongue over his bottom lip while holding your gaze. "How were you gonna surprise me?" he asks, his already deep voice dropping another octave like it always does when he's aroused.

Not tonight, Satan! you think to yourself, biting your lip hard to distract you from the throbbing ache between your thighs. "Satan?" he asks, one agile eyebrow arching upward. "Shit! I didn't mean to say that out loud," you confess, a sizzle of heat running up your spine at his low, throaty chuckle.

He takes a step toward the bed, his gaze locking onto yours like a heat-seeking missile. "Am I tempting you?" he purrs, flashing a wicked grin as he takes another step toward you.

"No!" you protest. "Okay, yes! Fuck, Joe, you always do this!"

"Do what?"

"You can't just let me sulk for a little bit when you hurt my feelings. You always overwhelm me with all of that!" you huff, using a hand to gesture up and down his tall, muscular frame. "I just really wanted some space tonight, but it looks like you're gonna get your way as usual."

He takes a step back and holds his hands up in surrender. "No sex tonight. Got it. Can you do me one little favor though?"

"What?"

"Tell me, in explicit detail, how you were gonna surprise me with those tiny, see-through panties."

"Why would you want that if we're not having sex?" you ask suspiciously. He shrugs. "Maybe I feel like I should be punished for ruining the naughty surprise. Hearing what I missed out on should do the trick, don't you think?"

"Oh, hell yeah," you tease, mimicking his earlier filthy grin with one of your own.

"Then let me have it."

Your first impulse is to tell him no, but the thought of torturing him a bit makes you change your mind. "You promise not to push for sex tonight? No matter how worked up you get? 'Cause you know I can't resist you."

"Yes ma'am, I promise," he mutters, his cheeky smirk transforming into something milder when you hit him with an unamused glare. "Seriously, I can handle it," he pleads. "Just give me a chance."

"Fine, but first I'm gonna go wash my face." You walk in the bathroom and close the door before quickly stripping down to nothing but your troublemaking panties. You wash your face, tame your hair, then slip on a clingy pink cami that barely conceals your breasts; just before walking out, you run your thumbs over your nipples a few times, making sure they're standing at attention. You smile at your reflection and square your shoulders for battle.

"Hope I didn't keep you waiting too long," you say, giving Joe an innocent smile as his hot gaze sweeps over you several times, lingering on your breasts and crotch.

"I'm good," he croaks, clearing his throat as you crawl onto the bed sitting with your legs tucked under you. "Listen," he continues, looking down at his feet as he speaks. "I want to apologize for earlier; you were right." You wait for him to elaborate but he remains silent.

"Right about what?" you finally prompt.

He heaves a sigh before responding. "I would be mad as hell if you liked big dick, banana whatever pics," he mumbles, making a dramatic stank face at the very idea of you doing such a thing.

It takes every bit of your self-control not to jump up and hit the griddy at the fact he admitted you were right, but you play it cool. "Well, I'm glad we're in agreement on that," you mutter.

He finally lifts his gaze to meet yours. "Yeah, me too." He gives you a sheepish grin then walks to the nightstand and picks up a goblet of wine before offering it to you. "I thought you might like a drink since your girls' night got ruined."

"Thanks." You accept the glass of wine and take a few swallows while he looms over you. "You're not trying to get me liquored up are you?" you tease, watching as he walks to an armchair that he's pulled close to the bed. "Nope," he answers, dropping into the oversized chair. "I made a promise and I intend to keep it."

You take a few more sips of wine and watch as he shifts his weight to get more comfortable. You notice that he's shut off the overhead light and turned on a bedside lamp; the warm amber glow highlights his ridiculously sexy jawline. It also highlights the fact that he's already semi-hard inside his slinky gray shorts.

While your gaze lingers on his crotch, he spreads his legs even wider. You lick your lips and enjoy the view for a bit before raising your eyes to meet his; he hits you with a slow-burn grin so cocky that it takes everything you have not to hop off the bed and get on your knees for him. Instead, you take a few deep breaths to try and steady your hammering pulse before finally speaking.

"You ready?"

"I stay ready," he brags, pulling both legs of his shorts up several inches to reveal his muscular thighs.

Damn, you think, as the realization hits you that you have 100 percent played yourself. Can't back down now. -- You kill the last of the wine and lean over to place the empty goblet on the nightstand. You can practically feel the heat of Joe's gaze on you as you turn to lock eyes with him. "I'm just gonna lay it out matter-of-fact, okay? I'm not trying to turn you on."

"You don't have to try to turn me on, baby girl. That's automatic." His dirty grin elicits an almost painful throb of desire deep inside you; you drop your gaze to the floor and try to steady your breathing. Why am I so nervous? you think to yourself. I've banged this man in every way imaginable saying filthy things to him, but now I'm shy?

"We don't have to do this if you don't want to." Joe's voice breaks into your inner monologue and you shake your head. "I'm good. Just gathering my thoughts. -- So, ummm, I was gonna strip down to just the thong and get you to lay on your back. -- Uhhhh, on the floor or the bed, either one I guess." Girl please, you think to yourself, his dick is gonna shrivel up if you keep being so awkward. A quick flick of your gaze down to his crotch tells you that is definitely not happening. Feeling a little bolder at the sight of his obvious erection, you forge ahead. "So, you're on your back, right?"

"Yeah," he whispers, fisting his hands even harder in his slinky shorts.

"So then I was gonna straddle your face …"

He moans low in his throat as you continue.

"I thought you might like to tongue me through the tiny mesh thong. You think you'd like that?"

"I'd love that," he groans, rearranging his hard-on without breaking eye contact.

"Then when I'd teased both of us enough, I was gonna reach down and pull the thong to the side and grind my bare pussy on your face."

He makes a strangled noise and leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees. "Hold on a sec," he whispers.

The sight of him struggling for control sends your own arousal into overdrive. "Joe," you plead. "I need you inside me."

"I can't," he shakes his head. "I promised no sex tonight."

"I'm so turned on it literally hurts," you whine. "I know you wanna punish yourself, but you're punishing me too!"

His head snaps up and he meets your gaze. "Look, I made a promise that I wouldn't fuck you tonight, but that doesn't mean I can't get you off. You want some help?"

"Yes! Please!"

He springs off the chair in a fluid motion, eyes roaming your body as he approaches you. "Lay back," he orders, dropping to his knees at the side of the bed; when you comply, he grips your waist and pulls you forward, sighing in satisfaction when your feet come to rest on his broad shoulders. He hooks a finger inside the crotch of your thong and yanks it to the side, immediately burying his long, agile tongue deep inside you. You slide both hands into his hair, holding on for the ride as he tongue-fucks you with smooth, steady strokes.

After several minutes of his delicious teasing, you're begging for release. "Please, Joe, I'm so close!" you whimper, squirming underneath him as he runs his hot tongue up to your clit, licking and sucking on the sensitive bud while sliding two fingers deep inside your aching core. "Don't stop!" you beg, your back arching off of the bed as his fingers and tongue hit a perfect rhythm.

You scream his name as your climax hits and scream again as he bullseyes your G-spot with his long fingers, teasing every bit of pleasure out of you as your body trembles with release. Everything fades to black for a second and your cries of pleasure ring in your ears as you gasp for breath.

After your pulse slows down a bit, you push yourself up to a sitting position and look at Joe; his head is laying on your thigh and his large frame is completely still. "That was intense," you whisper, running your fingers through his hair a few times. "You good?" you finally ask after he doesn't respond.

"I just need a minute," he mumbles. "If I get the tiniest bit of friction on my dick, I'm gonna make a mess in my shorts."

"Let me help you with that," you urge. "Nope," he retorts. "I made a promise."

"You promised not to fuck me tonight, but it's not tonight anymore."

"What do you mean?"

You slide a hand into his sweaty hair and pull just hard enough to lift his face off of your thigh. Once you establish eye contact you lean in close. "It's midnight," you whisper, gesturing at the clock on the bedside table. "So technically it's tomorrow." You grace him with a filthy grin once his lust-addled mind registers what you're saying.

Within a few seconds, he's stripped both of you completely naked and crawled on top of you. You bite down on his shoulder just the way he likes as he slides inside you, both of you moaning when he bottoms out. Just before you lose yourself to the delicious sensation of his thick cock moving inside you, a quick thought flashes through your mind; he may drive you crazy on occasion, but life with Joe is never boring.

#joe burrow #joe burrow fan fic #joe burrow oneshot #joe burrow x reader #joe burrow imagine

885 notes · View notes