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More!!! More!!!! More bookstore!joe! MORE!!!!!!!!!! we've seen his erratic behaviour when he visits the store after not having been able to come in for a while, but what about the visit before he knows he's not going to be able to come in for a while?
omg im so here for the bookstore!joe requests, but the "i already miss you even though youre still here" somehow turned into whatever this is... idk why i went where i went, my apologies, and tw for vomit
Wordcount: 3K
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Lost Moments To Keep
You hadn't stopped staring at Joe with the biggest eyes. You seemed confused and weirdly mesmerised. Your eyes tunneled a little, vision darker around the edges.
"That's Joe." Anne just said, and then your eyes moved to give her the same wild look.
"And I'm Anne. We like me, a lot. We don't like Joe. You've got temporary loss of normal brain function, look, Google says." Anne held her phone to your face, too close for anything to register.
"You're not helping, Anne." Joe scolded through clenched teeth.
"Wha–"
Joe was on the phone to someone, and... you knew who that was. You knew who that was. What the fuck. What was Joe Quinn doing in your bookstore?
And why were you on the floor, exactly? Your left elbow hurt, but the back of your head much worse.
"Yea, she's awake. She hasn't lost consciousness at all." Joe said to whoever was on the other side of the line. "Confused, though. Brain's all scrambled."
"Do you feel dizzy? Google says you might feel dizzy."
"I... what day is it?"
"Oh my God, she's asking what day it is." Anne said, turning to Joe like she was blaming him for what you'd asked. In Anne's terms, she was panicking. Anyone who didn't know her, though, would think she was being exceptionally calm given she'd just witnessed her boss lift a box of books that tipped her over backwards.
Your head hurt.
And you did feel dizzy. And nauseous too, a little.
It made sense that you had fallen, but it was strange to not remember and to have two strangers fret over you in your own business.
Your eyes darted from the worried face of famous actor Joe Quinn who was stood by your feet, to the wildly uninterested face of a younger girl who sat next to you with her legs crossed as she scrolled on her phone.
"Any vision disturbance? Are you more sensitive to light than you'd usually be, do you think?" Anne asked, seemingly going down a list she'd found online.
"Okay, thanks. We'll make sure she doesn't move until you get here." Joe looked at you as he said goodbye and hung up. That looked like your phone.
"Her mum's on her way."
Why was he using your phone?
"Any mental fogginess?" Anne continued, ignoring Joe and additionally ignoring you, entirely unfussed that you weren't answering any of her questions.
"Hey," Joe softly said, catching your attention as he stepped closer and leant an elbow on the counter as he bent down a little. He smiled warmly at you when he asked, "How are you feeling?"
Joe Quinn.
Joseph Quinn.
What was he doing in your bookstore?
And who the fuck was Anne?
Your eyes moved from one to the other until you saw black spots and the pain behind your eyes grew. Your ears were ringing when you softly said, "I'm... I'm gonna throw up."
Joe almost hadn't gone in today. He almost hadn't, because he didn't really have any time to waste. But, Jesus, he was glad he was there.
God, imagine if he hadn't been.
When Joe had woken up that morning, he thought he was likely going actually insane. He was flying out for work the next day, and instead of preparing, of packing, of seeing family and friends before he'd be off for a while - instead of all that, he showed up on the bookstore's doorstep at 10 am sharp. Right when Anne unlocked and opened the door. Just because that was where he wanted to be. He kind of already missed the store, even though he was right there.
Anticipatory nostalgia; Joe could feel it in his bones.
Instead of stepping aside and letting him in, she gave him a deadpan tired stare and waited for him to take the A-frame from her hands to put outside on the pavement.
Joe happily helped out. Said, "Good morning, sunshine!" all chipper and laughed when Anne looked like she had to try really hard not to vomit.
He'd called a good morning into the store, got a faint "Morning!" in reply from the backroom where you were making yourself a coffee, and found his ledge... empty.
Anne saw him look at the spot where he usually left the books that he was reading. You'd granted him that small little surface area of the store so you wouldn't have to keep putting his books back on the shelves, and so Joe wouldn't have to go looking for those same books again the next time he'd come in. A win win little ledge of excuses for Joe to return to your store. A real privilege, Joe thought.
Except he'd left books there.
He knew he did.
Where had they gone?
"I tidied." Anne said unsentimentally and challengingly looked at Joe over her mug as she took a sip of hot coffee.
She loved being a little shit and inconveniencing Joe wherever and whenever she could. Tidying the store was part of her job, and Joe knew if he was to complain, she'd have the upper hand, because what was he even really doing? The store wasn't a library, no matter how much he had starting treating it like one.
So instead, Joe used her inconvenient power move as an excuse to take his time to browse the whole store and took care to be in the exact wrong spot at the exact wrong time.
You secretly smiled every time you heard Anne sigh with frustration and heard her mutter, "Move!" under her breath before using a shoulder to push him aside. Every single time, Joe pretended he was totally oblivious. Would go, "Oh! Sorry! Was I in the way?" all innocently, but you could see how his mouth was fighting to keep his own smile hidden.
It took maybe forty minutes for Joe to have built up a little stack of books on the small sidetable next to your granddad's armchair in the window, and then Joe sat and read undisturbed for an hour and a half.
You loved it when Joe was in.
Just sat there.
Reading.
Absolutely engrossed in his own little world.
The faint feeling of envy was always overshadowed by the joy of being allowed to unashamedly stare at him from the counter, leant on both elbows.
You'd brought him a coffee after those 90 minutes of silent reading, and he'd given you a quick wink and a smile as a thank you.
Customers filtered in and out, and you went from moments of it just being Joe in the store to having eight people needing your attention simultaneously. It was both busy and not, and the switches in energy had left you in a weird spot mentally.
You hadn't realised you'd fully skipped lunch.
You'd seen Joe dart out for some pastries, and you'd ordered Anne to get her ass into the back to go and eat something, but you never followed up on your "I'll take my lunch after."
It was why, in a moment of quiet, you'd picked up a box of books from behind the counter that had sort of been in the way the whole morning, you been unsuccessfull.
Maybe you'd gotten up too fast.
Or maybe the box was just too heavy.
The entire thing had taken you down quicker than you'd been able to get it off the floor. It didn't help that the box was open. The reflex of your body became about making sure none of the books would tip out and hit you in the face, when the reflex should've been about cushioning your fall.
You shot no arms out.
You didn't drop the box.
You just... fell.
The weight of the box pushed the air straight from your lungs and left you gasping.
The back of your head had hit the wooden floorboards so hard, you immediately saw stars.
After impact, for a short moment, it was pin-drop silent. Anne froze, pausing for a moment, listening. She was waiting for you to go "I'm all right!", but that never came.
Joe was ripped from his book at the sound of the fall, but was confused. One moment you'd been there, and then now, you were gone.
When a soft wincing gasp was heard from where you were hidden form his view, he was on his feet in an instant, rounding the counter and finding you there on the floor, box of books heavy on your stomach, eyes completely glazed over as you rapidly blinked up at the ceiling in an attempt to erase the fuzzy bits in your vision.
"Oh my G– Anne!" Joe was quick to remove the box and the books that were tumbling out. "Breathe. Careful, don't move, just focus on breathing." Joe advised as he watched you struggle.
"What dropped?" Anne asked, getting closer now and trying to find the source of the whack.
"She did."
"I know she did, but what was that–"
"That was her." Joe tried to make eye-contact. "Hey, just breathe, all right? Are you hurt?"
The eye-contact failed, as did answering Joe's question.
You hadn't even properly heard him it felt like.
Anne and Joe shared a look, for a moment both unsure of what to do. Who was going to take the lead on this? Joe didn't work there, but Anne was a literal teenager.
Before they could even think of discussing a game plan, you incoherently asked through a constricted panicked voice if anyone had thought of the fire escape. They both turned to look at you, both faces frowning in confusion.
"Huh?"
"What was that?"
Joe and Anne spoke at the same time.
"I think I forgot. Are the bugs gone?" you winced as you moved a hand to where your head hurt, and Joe was quick in deciding he was going to have to be the one to call the shots on this. He'd clearly chosen to spend all day at the bookstore for a reason, so it seemed.
It took a little while for you to return to normal.
You babbled through some more disjointed chat whilst Joe carefully checked with his fingers if your head was bleeding. It wasn't, which was good. But you did wince in pain as he slowly felt around in your hair before you tried to sit up and take your shoes off.
Anne had to fight you back down onto the floor and sternly told you to relax whilst Joe slid his folded jacket underneath your head.
When your consciousness returned into the room, you were met by a girl sat by your side who was scrolling through concussion symptoms, and a guy stood up by your feet, talking to someone on the phone.
"What's going on?" You'd asked, and Anne had just casually said, "You fell."
Joe'd called your mum on your phone. Anne knew the code. Joe told himself he'd give her a stern talk about normal-people things like privacy later. Priorities lied elsewhere right now.
And then you'd thrown up into the box of books that had taken you down earlier.
Served it right, Joe thought.
Joe'd held your hair through it, and kept brushing back little pieces that kept falling into your face. His touches were so tender and gentle but they still hurt, and you were absolutely mortified. So fucking embarrassed. There was a fucking celebrity in the store and you were vomming into a box of books that, halfway through, got swapped for an empty bucket.
It smelled awful, and it probably was the most unattractive thing in the world.
You felt like the most unattractive thing in the world.
"Sorry you had to see that." you croaked when Anne handed you a glass of water to rinse your mouth.
"We think you're concussed."
Somehow, that made perfect sense.
"You took quite the tumble. The back of your head must be hurting."
You moved to sit with your back against a cupboard door, careful to not lean your head back too far, and Joe decided to stay put next to you. Keep an eye on you. Hold your hair back in case you weren't quite done throwing up yet.
Meanwhile, Anne had moved into the backroom and did her best in trying to save whatever books she could from where you'd thrown up over them.
"Do you have any pain anywhere else?"
You paused a second to focus on the feelings inside of your body, and then moved an arm to touch the opposite elbow.
"Your elbow? Are you bleeding?" Joe used a soft hand to move your arm so he could have a look. "Does it hurt a lot?" No broken skin. Joe hoped that maybe the blow he'd heard had been your elbow, and not your actual skull.
"Stop asking her a million questions!" Anne shouted from the back, like she hadn't been doing the exact same thing before.
"You'd tell me if you weren't okay, wouldn't you?" Joe's voice remained soft and warm for you. All kind and gentle.
For a moment, you just looked at him.
"Hi," he smiled, and he saw how you were trying to puzzle the situation together. "I'm Joe."
"I know who you are."
"Oh, that's great!" Joe exclaimed.
"Were you... did you happen to just be in here to buy books, or..."
Oh.
Not so great.
You knew who he was, but you didn't know who he was.
"Um, no, not really. I actually come in here a lot. I um... you let me hog one of the armchairs where I read books."
"You do?"
"Yea, it's awfully rude of me." Joe smiled. "But I'm lucky. You're very cool about it."
Joe could feel his chest swell at the faintest hint of a smile coming from you.
"He's your boyfriend." Anne bluntly interrupted as she stepped back into the storefront, and before you could even begin to process that wild bit of information, she added, "But not really. The two of you are... you're really weird about it."
It sounded like a weird joke, and you looked between the both of them to figure out what the punchline was, because you didn't get it.
Joe just smiled when you looked at him.
"She hates it."
"I do." Anne confirmed, walking across the store to move the sign on the door to 'closed'. Your mum was going to come by and pick you up to get your head checked and there was no way Anne wasn't going to go with.
Joe craned his head to watch Anne as she went to fetch the A-frame out front and then leant close and whispered, "We kind of like that she hates it."
That made you smile into your lap.
"Have you um..." you started, suddenly frowning. "Do you have a plaster for me?"
Joe's concern immediately grew again. He wasn't quite back where he was twenty minutes ago, when you'd laid right where he was sitting now, unable to catch your breath properly, but his eyes bulged like he was just as worried anyway.
"Why? Are you bleeding? Where?"
"I've not finished my homework."
"You've not..." Joe tried to make sense of something nonsensical before he realised he'd lost you again.
Joe wondered if he could let someone know he wasn't going to be able to leave the city tomorrow. Let alone the fucking country. The prospect of leaving you like this for a few weeks and having to actually do a job seemed impossible.
How was he not going to be thinking about you all the time?
To be fair, his life was already like that, a little.
But especially now; after all this, no one could expect him to not constantly worry if you were all right, could they?
"I don't think I've got any plasters for you, sorry."
"Oh," you seemed disappointed, but only for a second. "You bought Blindness from me."
There you were. Back again. God, he really did already miss you, even though you were right there.
"I did."
"You hadn't... you'd not read it, but you'd seen the film."
"I had."
"I remember."
"Read it in one day."
You'd likely be fine.
People got concussions all the time, didn't they?
"Sorry, I'm all over the place."
"You're not actually," Joe smiled. "You're right here."
Joe was going to leave the country tomorrow, and you'd stay with your mum until you'd be one hundred per cent again. You would keep the store closed, so there was no use in him hanging around anyway. And then, when you'd be all better, he'd pop back in on a random Tuesday morning without any warning, and then he could tell you all about today. You'd likely not remember a thing of it, all of it a lost moment to you, but one that he'd get to keep. Get to cherish. Get to share with you later.
"My head hurts..." you suddenly said like you'd only just realised it.
"Yea, you fell." Joe could go through this loop again, he didn't mind.
"I did?"
"Hmm, we think you're concussed. Your mum is coming to pick you up, have you checked out by a doctor to double check and make sure you're okay."
"We?"
Joe saw how you went to reach for the back of your head again, but before your fingers could disappear into your hair, the bell above the door chimed and Anne said, "No sign of her yet."
"That's Anne." Joe calmly explained, and then reached to grab hold of your hand, protecting you from touching your painful bits again. He'd make sure to hold it until your mum arrived.
Joe saw your eyes grow wide as you recognised him again, and smiled.
"And I'm Joe."
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go little rockstar 💫
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Okey, I just saw your re-post of the music video of expresso by Sabrina Carpenter. And it occurred to me (bc you do a great job basing fics on songs) that you should write a fic of Joe head over heals for reader based on the song of expresso. Just giving you and idea, if you don't want to is totally Okey ❤️
Espresso
Joseph Quinn x Fem!Reader
Summary: Joe's thinking about you every night. Is it that sweet? You guess so.
Author's Note: To celebrate 300 followers, here's a little gift. Thank you all for the love! Currently, I have been obsessed with this song and Sabrina. So, I'm so glad that you requested this! Thank you for this! Enjoy! :)
Disclaimer: 18+, smut
Wordcount: 2.1K
It was midnight.
Joe had been tossing and turning for about an hour already, and he couldn’t seem to sleep at all. He took a deep breath and turned his body so that he was laying on his back and gazed up at the ceiling. The light from the lamp post outside slightly reflected through the crack of his window curtains. The night was quiet, and his mind kept pondering about the thought of you.
“You’re so beautiful, you know that?” Joe whispered through your bare skin as he left repeated kisses on your bare back.
You giggled softly, looking over your shoulder. You were laying on your stomach, and Joe had moved himself closer to you. His fingers gently tugging on the duvet to expose your bare back, his lips finding your soft skin. He planted soft kisses all over your back, his long lashes tickled your skin as his fingers stroked your back softly.
“I can’t get enough of you, I swear.” Joe murmured.
Chuckling softly, you turned your body to face him. Joe hovered over you as you pulled the duvet closer to your chest. He grinned happily as he leaned down and kissed you softly. His hands slowly slid the duvet away from your naked body and his hands roamed your sides. A small moan escaped your lips as he parted from the kiss and trailed his lips down and traced the line of your jaw. Then, his lips found your neck as he sucked on the skin lightly, making you moan again in his ear.
“God, I love that sound.” He murmured through the kiss.
“Hmm…” Smiling through the kiss, you curled your fingers through his hair and pulled him down close to you.
Joe pressed his face on your chest, planting a soft kiss on it. If anyone would ask him, he would prefer to stay in your arms forever. He could happily stay here and just indulge in every part of you. However, that was not how life works. So now, he was laying in his bed alone and couldn’t sleep at night because all he could think about was you. All he could think about was your soft skin under his touch. The sounds you would make in his ear, and your soft lips on his skin and his lips.
God, he was so head over heels.
He didn’t even realize it until now. You were running in his mind 24/7 and when he tried to push the thought of you away, he only missed you even more. Grabbing his phone from the bedside table, he saw that it was 12:30 am already. Pursing his lips, he opened up his messages and stared at the screen for a moment.
Still awake?
He sent the message and waited. After a few minutes, he saw the three bubbles popping up on the screen. A smile immediately tugged on his lips.
You were working late because you had some reports that still needed to finish. Your mind has been somewhere else, and you have been trying so hard not to stress too much about your work. Though, here you were up late and finishing up reports for work. When your phone vibrated next to you on your desk, and you saw Joe’s name appear on your screen, you immediately grinned happily. You needed a little distraction after a long day.
Still working. Why are you still awake?
The text message that you sent to Joe sent a warm feeling in his stomach as he smiled at your text.
Can’t sleep. I can’t stop thinking about you.
Biting your lower lip, you grinned at his message. You couldn’t help but think how the last two months that you have been seeing Joe, you have been so happy. You didn’t even care about the fact that your friends kept telling you to be careful because he was an actor. That he might just immediately change his mind and find someone else. Though, that wasn’t what it was at all.
From the way he kept calling you every night, you didn’t have the time to feel insecure at all. He kept telling you that he was always thinking about you, and he couldn’t even sleep because he only wanted to be next to you.
He was too sweet.
You couldn’t relate to the desperation that your friends would act when it came to their boyfriends.
Aww! :( Want me to come over?
You bit your nails, grinning cheekily as you waited for him to answer. Joe, who immediately sat up on his bed, reached over to turn his lamp on. He stared at your text and then shifted his eyes towards his clock on his bedside table.
Yes, please.
He stared at the text for a moment before deleting it. What the fuck was wrong with him? Why was he acting like a 16 year old boy? At his big age too. He couldn’t help but chuckle at himself for acting so stupid over you. Rubbing his forehead softly, he stared at his screen and didn’t know what to reply to your text. He never acted like this before, not even with his exes. He didn’t know what it was that he couldn’t seem to stop thinking about you. He couldn’t sleep because of you. He kept thinking about how beautiful you were. He kept thinking how smart you were and such a hard worker. He couldn’t really describe it, but he was just so deep in his feelings for you since you two had started seeing each other. He was feeling so drunk of you like he had drunk ten espresso shots every night before bed.
It’s okay. It’s late. Maybe I’ll see you tomorrow?
He typed the text message and sent it to you. He was right though. It was literally past midnight, and he was bothering you because he couldn’t sleep.
What an idiot.
Exhaling a sharp breath, he set his phone down on his bedside table and gazed up at the ceiling again. After a few minutes of silence and no reply, he figured you had fallen asleep. His mind wandered back again at the thought of you.
“Don’t be cheeky.” Joe laughed, pressing his face on your neck.
You had told him a dirty joke, and he couldn’t stop laughing. The way he was literally hooked with your humor all the time. The one little joke made him all flushed and flustered that he was hiding his face from you.
“That’s not fair. Don’t hide your cute face from me.” You grinned, lifting his head and cupping his face between your hands.
Joe’s chocolate button eyes sparkled as he gazed down at you with a loving smile. You loved seeing him like this, and you certainly love the fact that you could make him act like this.
Sighing, Joe closed his eyes and pushed the memory away.
He needed to sleep.
This was getting ridiculous.
Pulling the duvet closer to him, Joe settled himself comfortably in his bed and closed his eyes. He forced himself to really sleep and as soon as he started drifting off, he felt the mattress of the empty side of his bed dip. For a moment, he thought he was just dreaming. Then, familiar arms wrapped around his torso, and he knew exactly who it was even if his eyes were closed.
He was thanking his little stars that he gave you that spare key for his flat.
“It’s late.” He murmured, holding in his smile as he pulled you closer to his body.
You let out a soft approving hum, planting a soft kiss on his cheek. Even in the dark, you could see his beautiful facial features as you softly stroked his cheek with your fingers.
“You can’t sleep lately.” You whispered. “I’m worried about that.”
“It’s your fault, you know.” Joe teased.
You laughed softly, moving yourself on top of him, straddling his hips.
“Yea?” You trailed kisses on the line of his jaw and then down his neck.
Joe had to bite his lower lip to stop himself from moaning. He swore if he was dreaming right now, he would hate his brain in the morning for giving this much of a vivid dream about you. He was already folding for you, and his brain was now betraying him even more?
This was so foul of his dreams to do to him.
“Yes.” Joe gasped the word as you ran your hands down his bare chest. “I think I’ve gone mad.”
You smiled through his skin as his fingers curled around the strands of your hair as you kissed his bare chest. You loved that you could wrap him up around your finger, and he would just fold under every kiss you left on his skin. You never had anyone act like this over you, and you were enjoying every minute of it.
He was adorable like this.
“Hm…” You smiled, grinding against his hard member that was between your legs. “I can help you lose your mind even more.”
Joe’s fingers immediately curled at the back of your head, pulling you down for a hungry kiss. Smiling, you giggled softly through the kiss as he tugged on your shirt and pulled it over your head. Soon, he was tugging on your pants too and it joined the rest of your clothes on the floor.
You reached your hand down to grab his member, wrapping your fingers around it and slowly slid himself inside of you. Both of you gasped softly as you helped him thrust inside of you. His lips were sloppily kissing you, his tongue licking your bottom lip.
“Shit…” Joe groaned softly as he trailed kisses down your neck.
Your hands found his headboard as your pace quickened, and it only made Joe moan louder as he found his lips on your nipple, sucking on it softly.
“Ah—Joe.” You arched your back as he moved deeper inside of you.
He could hear your voice sounding distorted and far away as he continued to suck your nipple and then trailed his lips up on your neck, sucking the skin softly there. He wasn’t the kind of man that loved to leave a love mark, but he couldn’t help but leave one on your neck and then on your chest. You moaned softly as you leaned down and buried your face on his neck, feeling your walls tightened around him.
“Love, you’re so tight.” He moaned.
You kissed him hungrily as he thrusted faster inside of you, your legs trembling and feeling the pleasure build up in your stomach. Joe had forgotten everything around him. He had forgotten what time it was. He had forgotten about the fact that this all started because he couldn’t sleep because he couldn’t stop thinking about you.
You were here.
You were really here.
You were in his arms, and you were making him forget his name. He could feel the pleasure build up in his stomach as he flipped the both of you over, and he was hovering over you. He thrusted deeper and faster inside of you, your toes were curling and your nails were scratching down his bare back.
“Come for me.” You whispered in his ear, making Joe tremble from the way your voice sounded in his ear.
He usually was the one who was able to make his exes feel like this but with you, he was weak. He would do anything for you. He never felt this way about anyone before. With shaky hands, he reeled you in his arms and pressed your body against his flushed one.
“Right there, baby.” You moaned in his ear. “Don’t stop.”
You gasped, your nails digging into his skin deeper as pleasure crashed over the both of you. Stars exploding at the back of your eyes as you screamed his name. Both of your bodies shuddered, both panting together as Joe collapsed his heavy body against yours.
“Holy shit.” Joe cursed under his breath, still panting. “You’re literally amazing.”
You smiled, trying to catch your breath. You stroked his curly hair away from his sweaty forehead and planted a soft kiss there.
“Now, you could sleep.” You joked, making Joe scoff at your little comment.
“No.” He whispered, pressing his face on your neck and nibbled on the skin lightly. “We’re gonna be up all night.”
You grinned widely, flipping the both of you over so you were on top of him again.
“Hmm… Don’t challenge me.” You smiled deviously under the dark.
“You’re the one who’s been keeping me up all night, so don’t challenge me.” Joe retorted back.
You laughed softly, kissing him hungrily again and grabbing the duvet from behind you. Covering the both of you with the sheet, Joe tangled his fingers through your hair as you both blissfully enjoyed each other’s flushed bodies against each other.
Time had frozen, and Joe didn’t care if he needed to be up early tomorrow morning. You were literally the espresso shot that could keep him up all day and night.
Somehow, that was enough for him.
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bad idea, right? | joseph quinn x fem!reader
summary: yes, i know that he's my ex, but can't two people reconnect? // aka your ex joseph conveniently texts you to come over just as you're missing him, and who can say no to those eyes?
pairing: joseph quinn x fem!reader
tags: SMUT (minors dni), thigh riding, teasing, confessions of love, bareback (USE A CONDOM IRL PLEASE!!!), no ejaculation (it's ok, you'll see, just read it)
author’s note: i am BACK with a new joe fic, i have been thinking about him NONSTOP ever since miss olivia dropped this song, and it's taken me forever to write this but here we are :) enjoy! follow @babybluebex-writes to be notified whenever i post new fics!
This was such a bad idea. No, it wasn’t a bad idea. It was the worst idea, one of the worst things you have maybe ever done. That bar wasn’t set too high, but the point remained. It was stupid and bad, and you just shouldn’t be doing it. And yet, here you are.
You had been out drinking with your friends, ironically trying to get over Joseph. He was a good man— good enough, at least— and had been a relatively good boyfriend to you, but he was different than everyone else and was itching for more than you were, a family and a life and shit, and you had just wanted to have fun with him, so you had broken it off with him. The breakup had initially happened a few months ago, but your friends had never been able to drag you out of your flat and to a bar until then. There was nothing to mourn, you tried to tell them. We just wanted different things and split amicably, there’s no bad blood there that I need to drink to get over.
Around 11 o’clock or so, your phone buzzed on the bar top, and you glanced down to see a text from a number that your phone didn’t recognize, but you knew all too well. I’m lonely, it said. Would you like to come over?
Your friends were absorbed in their conversation, so you put down your vodka soda and typed out a reply. Joe, you know that’s a bad idea.
I moved. Do you need my new address?
You sighed. Yeah, I do.
There was something about Joseph that you couldn’t place, but it made him irresistible. He was magnetic, he was charismatic, he was attractive and funny and kind, he was everything, but he just wasn’t what you wanted or needed for your relationship. He wanted kids; you didn’t. That was it. He was so irresistible, though, that there was no question about the fact that you would wreck your plans to see him.
“Hey, I gotta go,” you told your friends, and they all booed and awed and asked what was going on.
“Wait,” one of your friends started. “Are you going to see Joe?”
You scoffed, in a way that you hoped conveyed how crazy you thought that was. “No,” you said. “My social battery just ran out all of the sudden. Long day at work, and I’ve got another long one tomorrow and… You know how it is.”
“Alright,” your friend said with a pout. “Be safe, alright? Let us know when you get home.”
You agreed and, with a few hugs and kisses, you went on your way. Joseph had texted you his new address and you plugged it into your Uber app, and, the whole ride there, your leg was jiggling and you were nervous. It was just Joe, it wasn’t like you were going to meet some random guy you met online (although Joe had started out as some random Hinge match). You had dated him for two years, you knew him, so why were you nervous?
He was grinning at you when you reached his place on the second floor, an easy sort of smile that you remembered loving. “Hi,” he said softly, reaching out for you, and you took his hands, smiling back at him.
“Hey,” you said. “So, this is your new place, right?”
“Yeah,” Joseph said with a shrug. “It’s not much, but it’s alright.”
You stepped inside and set down your bag next to the door, along with your jacket and shoes, and you examined the front room. The new flat was definitely smaller than the one you had shared together, the kitchen all smushed up next to the den, with the smallest hallway leading down to the bathroom and bedroom, and you settled on the couch easily. “I like it,” you said, your eyes going to his bookcase next to his television. A biography of Caracalla sat open, and you shook your head. “It’s cute. Very you.”
“Thank you, love,” Joseph said. He sat down beside you and put his arm along the back of the couch behind you, and you inched a little closer to him.
“Isn’t it a little… Silly?” you started, and you began to chew on your lip.
“What is?” Joseph asked.
“This dumb little dance we have to do,” you said. “Like we both don’t know why I’m here. We have to pretend, like, ‘Oh, I like your apartment’, ‘Oh, how have you been’, y’know?”
“Well, we don’t have to pretend,” Joseph said. “We can just… Get started.”
“Yeah,” you mumbled. “But I don’t wanna, like, just come over and fuck and leave.”
“So…” Joseph started. “You want genuine small talk?”
You shrugged. “I guess,” you said. “How have you been?”
“Honestly,” Joseph started. “Pretty bad. I’m so used to coming home and having you here, I find myself so lonely and bored and… I don’t know. It’s been a few months, I thought I’d get over… Whatever this is.”
“That’s alright,” you said. “I’ve been missing you a lot too. I miss our old apartment… The bathtub was so nice and big.”
“Yeah,” Joseph chuckled. “You remember when we took a bubble bath together and lit candles? That was nice.”
“Yeah,” you agreed wistfully. It went quiet then, both of you trying to avoid the obvious, and you finally sighed. “This is a bad idea, right?”
“Probably,” Joseph said. You looked over at him to find him already looking at you with those damned chocolate puppy eyes, and you tilted your head a bit, your eyes lingering on his lips. That’s something that you missed about him; he was a damn good kisser.
“Fuck it, it’s fine,” you said quickly, and you leaned in, pressing your lips to his. His arm around your shoulders dragged you close to him, and he kissed you back, letting his lips mold against yours. You moaned softly, taking in the familiar taste of him, and you shuffled to sit across his lap. His hands went to their usual spots in the back pockets of your jeans, squeezing and kneading your ass as his tongue slipped inside your mouth, and you raked your fingers through his hair. You don’t remember him doing his hair across his forehead like this the last time you saw him, but maybe he did, but it really didn’t matter. He was hot as fuck, and he wanted you.
“Fuck,” Joseph whispered as he broke the kiss. His focus went to your smooth neck, kissing and lightly sucking and making you moan again, and his hands drifted out of your back pockets and went to the front of your pants, popping the button open with ease. “Pretty girl…” he mumbled, and you giggled as he started to edge your pants down. The angle was awkward, definitely, and you shuffled to stand up and take down your pants. Joseph dipped down on the couch a little to pull off his sweatpants (grey, soft, the kind you once told him make his dick look good), and he discarded them to the side as you straddled one of his big thighs. This was always one of his favorite things, having you ride his thigh, and he looked gleeful when he realized that that’s what you were doing. “Oh, yeah?” he asked, and you smiled, flexing your hips down and starting to drag yourself along his hard thigh.
“I remember you liked this,” you told him, and Joseph’s throat bobbed as he swallowed thickly, letting his head fall back as you started up a rhythm, letting yourself glide along his leg. He mumbled and cursed, his big hands falling to your hips, but he didn’t control you; he was just holding you, feeling you, loving on you.
“I do,” he mumbled. “God… Yes, sweet girl, just like that.”
You whimpered as your clit brushed your stretched panties, and Joseph looked up, a sly smile on his lips. You loved when he watched you, and you made sure to move your body smoothly— all the better of a show for him. “Yeah,” he mumbled, biting his plush bottom lip. “That feel good?”
You hummed out a positive sound, digging your fingernails into his shoulders through his jumper. “God, Joey,” you sighed, and you lilted your head to watch him as his eyelashes fluttered and he sighed with you. "Missed you."
"I missed this too," Joseph said. "Take off your panties, I wanna feel you."
You couldn't help but oblige him, and you lifted yourself from his leg and stripped off your modest underwear (you weren't exactly thinking ahead when you got dressed to go out, and you certainly weren't expecting Joe to text you). The feel of his warm skin on your pussy made your stomach swim with butterflies, and you put your hands on the back of his neck, just at where the curls ended. God, those curls. You pulled him into a kiss and moaned into his mouth, and you tugged on his curls to make him whine.
"Don't tease me, baby," he told you in a low voice, and you smiled and continued on your path, absolutely set on teasing him now. Your hips slowed, and you nestled your mouth right in the crook of his neck, setting soft kisses on his skin. "Oh, fuck, you're an evil woman, did you know that?"
"Yeah, well," you shrugged noncommittally, and Joe grabbed you around your waist and pulled you off of him. Roughly— rougher than usual?— he pushed you down onto the couch, and he settled himself on top of you, his thick thighs caging you in. You watched greedily as he righted himself and stripped off his jumper, exposing the little soft hairs on his chest; now, without the baggy jumper, you could fully see his hardening cock, rising to lay against his tummy.
"Like what you see?" Joe chuckled lightly, and you realized just how hard you had been staring at him.
"How could I not?" you asked. You reached out for his cock, taking his length in your hand, and you stroked him easily, base to tip, squeezing when you got closer to his balls— just the way he liked. He hissed in a sharp breath through his teeth as his eyes grew three times their size, and you smiled.
"Thought you'd've forgotten about that," Joe laughed breathlessly, and he edged back on the couch, aligning his hips with yours. Apparently, it seemed as if speed was the name of the game tonight, and it almost hurt your heart to think that he just wanted to hook up with you. You knew that coming to his place wouldn't end with a reconfession of love and for him begging for you to stay, but it stung to know that he was just trying to get you out as quickly as possible.
"I could never forget," you said, hoping that he could see through your words and see your teary eyes, hear your thick throat, feel your loss. You loved him, and the breakup hurt, but it was better being apart. But was it really?
"I wouldn't want you to," Joe told you, and he pursed his lips for a moment before he spit down onto your pussy. "You think I can ever forget you?"
You lined up the head of his cock with your hole, watching as he throbbed in your hand, and he sank his hips forward. The feel of the stretch had you gasping, and you moaned as he slid inside you, nestling perfectly. "Hey," Joe said firmly, and you looked up from the show to see him earnestly staring down at you, his eyes... Wet? Tearful? "You don't think I could ever forget you, do you?" he asked, and you bit the inside of your cheek.
"Not now, Joe," you mumbled.
"Yes, now," Joe insisted.
"You're inside me," you protested, and Joe gathered you in his arms, holding you tightly as he began to fuck you. The pleasure made your breath hitch, and Joe buried his face in your neck, kissing the slender column of your throat.
"We can talk and fuck at the same time," Joe said. "God knows we've done worse and fucked at the same time."
"But talk about this?" you asked. "Joey—"
"I can't sleep without you," he said softly. "Every time I wake up alone, my first thought is that you're using the toilet and that you'll be right back. I can hardly relax without your feet in your side... You really did take up the whole of the bed."
"Joe—" you started again, but he shook his head, his curls thwipping you in the face.
"And I can't eat," he continued. "I miss your cooking, and what's the point of eating anyway if you're not gonna steal bits of it off my plate?"
"Don't say that," you frowned. You were still acutely aware of his cock inside you, ebbing and flowing with the movement of your bodies, but, slowly, you came to realize exactly what this was. Maybe this was a reconfession of love. Maybe he would beg for you to stay. Maybe he was more than lonely tonight, and was just rushing the sex to get to the part where he asked you to come back to him. "That's not... Fair. I'm doing better without you."
"What a lie," Joe chuckled mirthlessly. "You're not wearing your favorite going-out dress, you're not even wearing mascara. You didn't want to leave the house tonight, but you did. Why?"
"My friends dragged me out," you said.
"Exactly," Joe said. "You'd rather stay home and rot in bed, because you're just as miserable without me as I am without you. Admit it, we were so good together, don't you want that again?"
"Joe," you started. "We broke up because you wanted kids, and I didn't. That's not something you can compromise on, that's not a conversation you can table for later. We broke up because we wanted different things, and that's okay."
"But I want you back," Joe said. "I need you back. Please, we can compromise on this. We can... Fuck, I don't know, we can get a cat. Or a puppy, or a lizard, or whatever the fuck it takes for you to come back to me."
Before you could say more, your phone buzzed in your purse on the floor just by your head, and you sighed as you reached for it, any distraction welcome. Your friend was texting you: Make it home ok?
Yeah, you answered quickly. Going to sleep. Talk tomorrow xx.
"Joe," you started. "I... I only see you as a friend now. I don't think I can return to what we had."
"That's the biggest lie you've ever said," Joe told you. "If I was just a friend, would you have come over tonight?"
"Yes!" you said. "Because I'm a good friend! You said you were lonely, and I wanted to come help—"
"Oh, God, there was an undertone, and you know that," Joe cringed. "Don't act like you didn't know exactly what this was."
"Fuck," you mumbled. "Joe, I— Can we wait until we're done fucking?"
Joe sighed and, setting his jaw, angled his hips back and pulled out. He went in search of his clothes quietly, and you did the same, and, as you were zipping up your trousers, you said, "I guess I just don't... Don't see how we can have what we had. Not now, not knowing that we want our futures to be so different."
"We don't have to have what we had," Joe said. "We can have something completely new. We can make something entirely different, entirely our own, whatever we want. Please?"
You looked up from your jeans to see him looking at you. He had shaved his facial hair down to nothing, and you frowned to look at it. "I hate the way you do your hair now," you mumbled. "And I wish you'd grow your mustache back out."
Joe shrugged. "Maybe I will," he said. "If you want me to."
"I do," you said. "And we can get a cat, but you have to do the nasty shit, cleaning up after it and everything. We can... We can get back together, if you... If you promise you'll never leave me again."
Joe stepped towards you and wrapped you in a tight embrace, and he kissed the top of your head. "Never again, love."
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Caught in the act
Pairing: Joseph Quinn x f!reader
Summary: You wake up from a wet dream, but Joe’s asleep, so you have to take care of yourself. You end up in the shower, where he catches you in the act.
Warnings: smut, f!masturbation, shower sex, squirting
Word count: 2k
Your eyes slowly opened at the buzzing sound of your phone, tearing you from your dreamland. To not wake Joseph, you quickly reached for your phone and turned off the alarm.
After rolling on your back, you noticed something unpleasant that made you frown. You were all sweaty and a particular dull ache sat between your thighs. Pictures from the dream you were living in just a few moments ago started flooding your mind. After you opened your eyes again letting them adjust to the bright room, you turned your head to the side. Joseph was sound asleep. His eyelashes stroking his face, his lips all puffy and slightly open as soft snores escaped his throat every now and then. He had a long, busy day the previous day and he got home quite late so you didn’t want to wake him.
With your eyes closed, you started re-living your dream. Your fingers traced your skin all the way down to your panties and slipped them under the thin, soft fabric. With two fingers of yours you started gathering the wetness and spreading it around before you started playing with your clit. Not having the patience to tease yourself, after a few slow circles your fingers began picking up the pace. Your free hand made its way to beneath your shirt and you started massaging one of your boobs and playing with your nipple.
Soon, you had to realise it wasn't enough. You were used to Joe's heavenly, skilled tongue and fingers and the feeling wasn't the same at all. Suddenly you remembered the pastel pink vibrator you had in your top drawer, purchased a few years ago. You enthusiastically reached for the handle of the drawer, only to meet the sad reality again. The batteries in it died a few weeks ago and each time you visited the grocery store, you forgot to get new ones.
A heavy sigh fell from your lips as frustration started to get under your skin. After not being able to come up with any ideas, you decided to just start your day. Glancing at Joe, you saw him still laying there, deep asleep. You walked to the en suite bathroom and washed your face before brushing your teeth. Still feeling sticky and sweaty from your sleep, you decided to take a shower.
You opened the glass door of the walk-in shower and opened the tap. After stripping out of your pyjamas quickly, you walked underneath the big, fixed shower head and enjoyed the hot water pouring down your chest. You stood there for a few minutes, just getting mentally ready for the day but your with your excitement not quieting down, it was a little hard. As your eyes wandered across the water droplets on the wall tiles, your gaze stilled on something. The handheld shower head.
"Back to the good old way." You murmured to yourself after a few seconds of thinking about it as your hand reached for it. You opened the tap for the detachable shower head, adjusting the temperature and pressure of the water. Not knowing any better, you sat down on the floor of the shower, with your back against the wall and your legs spread wide, and aimed the shower head towards your pulsing core. A loud gasp erupted from your throat, already starting to feel a little relieved.
"Oh, yes." You moaned quietly and carefully, not to wake Joseph. Your free hand went to your boob again, as your mind wandered back to the same place.
His lingering touches, his hot kisses, his burning, sweaty skin, his thick, heavy moans, his deep voice...
"You take me so well, baby."
The way his hips slammed into you, along with the unholy sounds filling the bathroom of a fancy place where a long forgotten award show was held.
"Joey, please..don't stop."
"I'm not planning on it, princess. I'm gonna make you cum so hard.. – he said between heavy breaths – the whole building will know what we were doing in here. And they're gonna be so..fuck...so jealous of us."
You looked at the both of you in the mirror. The way his eyebrows furrowed in pleasure and concentration while looking at where you connected, then to your reflection was almost enough to make you come undone right away.
"Look at you, baby. Such a pretty thing. Being such a little slut..only for me."
"Only for you, oh." You squeezed his hand. "Joey, I'm so close." You panted.
"C'mon baby, cum for me. I wanna feel you fall apart around me. Show me how naughty you can be for daddy."
"Oh, Joey, fuck."
"Having fun there?" His voice startled you, making you jump and drop the shower head.
"Fuck..are you kidding me? I was so close.." You whimpered in between heavy breaths as a teardrop full of frustration rolled down you cheek as you reached for the dropped head.
"Oh, I'm so sorry, doll." He pushed his boxers down as he made his way towards the shower.
"No, you're not."
"No, I'm not." He flashed a cheeky grin as he closed the door behind himself.
Just when you thought your problem was finally to be solved, he started spreading the body wash on his chest and stomach, actually taking a shower.
"What are you doing?" You looked him up and down.
"Taking a shower." He gave you a confused, teasing look. "You know..that's what people usually do in here."
"Fuck off." You aimed the shower head at him.
"C'mon, love." He reached his arm towards you to help you up from the floor. "What got my baby so frustrated and whiny?"
"You." You muttered as he wrapped his arms around you.
"Me?" His eyebrows ran up his forehead.
"Yeah."
"What did I do?" He chuckled.
"I had this dream about you. About us."
"Hmm..really? What were we doing?"
"You were doing me, Joe. So well.."
"And that's why you're whining?"
"No..it's because you weren't awake when I woke up, so I had to take care of myself. But that wasn't enough, and the batteries in my vibrator have been dead for weeks now and I aways forget to get new ones, and now you interrupted me right when I was about to cum."
"Oh, my poor baby. What do I do with you now? Hm?"
"Make me cum, Joey, please."
"Fuck..how could I say no when you're asking me so nicely? And how do you want me to do that?" His hand travelled down the curve of your back and caressed your ass before grabbing it firmly, making you moan softly.
"I don't care, just make me cum. Fast, cause we're both gonna be late."
"Okay, I have a photoshoot, but where are you going?"
"I'm going out to have late breakfast with your mum."
"I thought that was tomorrow."
"No, it's today, but please do something with me now. What will I tell your mum when I'm gonna be late? Sorry I'm late, I was busy 'cause your son was fucking me senseless?"
He pressed his lips to yours in a heartbeat to shut you up.
"Jump." He murmured as he tapped the back of your thighs.
You wrapped your arms around his neck and your legs around his lower back, making your aching core touch his hard cock. A gasp left your mouths as he stepped to the wall you previously sat against and pushed you up against it. A small hiss left your lips because of the cold walls, giving Joseph the chance to slip his tongue into your mouth. You took your hand from the back of his neck and traced it down from his chest to his angry length. You started tracing the veins with your fingertips to rile him up even more before wrapping your hand around it and slowly starting to pump him up and down.
"Fuck..I'm not gonna last if you do that." He swallowed thickly.
You lined him up with your entrance and moaned out loudly as he started to push inside you, filling you up. Your hand went back to his head, tugging on his curls.
"Fuuck.." A breathy, deep moan fell from his lips. You couldn't help but clench around him, making his breath hitch in his throat. "What..what happened in your dream?"
"We were in the bath- oh..in the bathroom..during an award show and..we couldn't wait 'till we got home, so..so we did it in the bathroom...in front of the mirror."
"Shit..we can do it in front of the mirror."
"And we will when we get home..but don't you dare stop now."
"Anything you want, my love." He took a hand from under your thigh and caressed your hot skin from your leg to your breast at first. He gently massaged it, making your eyes close and your head tilt back against the wall. His hand then came up to your throat and his fingers were wrapped around it in a second, squeezing the sides of it gently.
"Joey, I'm gonna.."
"You gonna cum already? I haven’t even been inside you for five minutes. My poor angel, so worked up, so needy, huh? Look at me, baby." When he didn’t get any reaction from you, he let let go of your throat and cupped your cheek. "You with me? I wanna see those pretty eyes."
You were so lost in the feeling of his cock so deliciously deep inside you and his scent filling your nose, that you didn’t even notice him stilling his hips at first.
"No, no, no! Why’d you stop?" You opened your eyes and looked at him with an upset look on your face.
"I said look at me. Keep your eyes open for me, doll. Can you do that for me?" His thumb stroked your cheek lovingly, yet somehow still in a mean, teasing manner. His lips came close to your ear as his voice got quiet and low. "Can you do that for daddy?" He started moving his hips again.
"Oh, fuck. I’m so close Joey.."
"Cum for me, baby. C'mon..soak daddy's cock."
Your hand went to your clit, circling it fast and impatiently. The feeling of Joseph’s hand leaving your cheek to wrap itself around your throat again was only fuel to the flame. Your back arched off the cold, wet tiles and your eyes rolled to the back of your head as your frequent, sinful moans bounced off the walls. At the same time you felt his hand choke you harder and suddenly everything became so overwhelming. For the first time in your life you felt liquid gush out of you, right around his cock.
"Thaat's it baby. Good girl..oh, fuckfuckfuck."
You felt Joe's hot seed spill inside you, making your orgasm even more intense. He drove his hips into you at a fast pace, making sure to get the most out of your orgasms. His thrusts slowed down at the end after he rode out his high as well, until he didn’t stop completely.
"Fuck..that was so good" You whispered as you pressed soft kisses along the side of his neck, gently sucking on the skin.
"You fucking squirted." A proud smile sat on his face.
"I’m not surprised..I’ve been edged three times this morning." You whimpered to him before pressing a kiss to his lips.
"I love you." He murmured into the kiss.
"I love you." A content smile spread on your face.
"I really gotta get something we can sit on in here."
"I'm not against it..I had to sit on the fucking floor."
"God..every time I'm gonna look at the shower head, that's the only thing I'm gonna think of." You chuckled as you shared a few more kisses.
"When'd you brush your teeth?"
"When you were a little too busy. It was the hottest thing I've ever seen." He pressed kisses down your chest.
"So you were watching me like a fucking perv?"
"Mm-hmm...can I have that view again when I brush my teeth tonight?"
You slapped his arm as he let you down onto the floor, sighs leaving your lips as he pulled out of you. His hands grabbed your ass again as he pulled you close to kiss you one more time, before starting your actual shower.
Thank you for reading, hope you enjoyed it! Have a beautiful day / night!! <3
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One Night in Roma
Pairing: JoeXFemReader
Request: I know you're writing a fic for Joseph and maybe after today's new photos you can write something about a drunk Joseph in Italy...like in the chair in the back
I won't lie. I jumped to this request because the words just came and I rolled with it. Hope you enjoy!
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You stood on the roof, gazing out over the city below you. You had brought you to Italy multiple times but the beauty of the country never failed to leave you in awe. The sounds of casual conversation, ice clinking in glasses, and music playing hummed in your ears. You swayed softly to the beat of the music, losing yourself to the moment completely before turning around, your eyes finding your favorite guy.
Joe was off chatting to his friends and you could tell he was fairly drunk by this point. He’d been enjoying this vacation to its fullest and you were glad. He’d been working so hard lately, bouncing from con to con meeting his fans, and he was beginning to shoot the Gladiator sequel shortly so that wasn’t going to end anytime soon. Your man was tired. It filled your heart with joy to see him so relaxed, leaning back against the parapet, cigarette in one hand, drink in the other, a wide smile lighting up his face, creating those little crinkles next to his eyes that you loved so damn much.
He caught you watching him and winked, raising his hand and beckoning you over, “Hey darling, come here.”
You made your way over, smoothing down your skirt as you approached. Joe took your hand, pulling you to him until you stood between his legs, pressed against his chest. His friends chuckled and walked away, joining another small group. Joe’s hand came to rest on your hip as he nuzzled his nose against your hair, inhaling deeply.
“Mmm…you smell delish,” he rumbled, fingers kneading your hip, his nose now moving along your ear and down your neck. You gasped when his tongue flattened against your throat, licking from the base to your chin. “I want to taste every inch of you.”
“Joe…” Your brain was telling you that you were surrounded by a bunch of onlookers, your body didn’t give a shit, and you were struggling to protest. “You’re drunk, baby.”
“I most certainly am,” he agreed, pulling back and booping your nose with his finger, that throaty giggle bubbling out of him and you couldn’t help but join in. The man’s laugh was so infectious. “But that doesn’t mean I don’t know what I want, darling.”
“Baby, your friends are all around us,” you whispered.
“My friends aren’t down there.” Joe looked over his shoulder, down off the side of the balcony, where there were two chairs on a lower level. Down far enough to be out of eyesight but not earshot. His hand slid from your hip to your lower back as his lips came next to your ear again. “Do you think you can be quiet for me, love?”
“Joe, I don’t know,” you replied, pulling your lower lip between your teeth as you glanced down at the sitting area.
“My pretty girl…” Joe crooned, jutting his lower lip out, those soft, puppy dog eyes begging you as he took your hand, bringing it to his crotch, his erection already straining against his slacks. “Look at what you do to me, love. I need you.”
You groaned softly, “Joseph, stop giving me those eyes.”
“What eyes?” he asked innocently, smirking because he knew he had you now.
He grabbed your hand, leading you along the edge of the balcony to a small set of stairs that led down to the sitting area. You glanced around but none of the others were paying attention, lost in their own conversations, many of them drunk, dancing, not caring what you and Joe were doing.
“Come here,” Joe growled, flopping back into the chair, pulling you onto his lap.
You maneuvered your legs under the arms so they hung on either side. Joe’s large hands covered your face, pulling your lips to his. His tongue danced along yours before he pulled your lower lip between his own, gently sucking. His hands were roaming now, sliding down your back and under your top, over your rib cage. His fingers danced over your skin until he covered each breast with one his hands, thumbs teasing your nipples over the flimsy lace until you uttered a low moan, his mouth swallowing the sound.
All thoughts of the other guests upstairs vanished from your mind,
your hips rolling over his. His erection pressed against your center and now you were whimpering, hands gripping his shoulders, needing this just as much as he did. You felt the growl in his chest as he took one nipple in each hand, pinching and pulling until you pulled away from his mouth, biting down on your own lip to keep from crying out.
“This skirt was a bloody good idea,” Joe hissed, hands now on your knees, pushing the gauzy fabric slowly along your thighs. “Fuck, the person who invented these things is a damn genius. Easy access.” He traced his fingers over the front of your panties and you choked out a gasp. “Mmm…so wet already. Shit, I want to taste you but that might have to wait until later.” One hand teased, thumb running over your clit through the satin underwear as the other gripped the back of your back.
“Jesus, Joe,” you muttered, hips rocking against him as his fingers slid past your underwear. His thumb brushed along your sensitive little bud and you buried your face in his neck, smothering the sounds you couldn’t control. You never could when Joe was touching you. Your hips bucked harder and he groaned deeply.
“That’s so fucking good, darling,” he whispered, “keep going.”
You needed no encouragement, your body aching for release as Joe kept your pleasure building, your pussy pulsing in anticipation of release. His hand tangled in your hair, pulling your head back and his tongue traced a path from the base of your throat to your mouth before his lips claimed yours again. He sensed how close you were and slowed his thumb, now making lazy circles.
“Joe…baby…please…” you pleaded, gasping, grinding yourself against his hand, his erection, seeking out a way to relieve the tension within you, wound tighter than a clock.
“Does my beautiful girl need to come?” he asked.
“Yes. Jesus Christ, yes. Please,” you whispered, struggling to remind yourself that you needed to be quiet. His thumb picked up its pace and then he flicked your clit and you cried out, eyes closing.
“Must be quiet darling,” Joe mused, enjoying how out of control you were becoming at his touch. He yanked on your hair again. “If you want to come, you need to open those lovely eyes. I want to see you.”
You struggled to follow his command, opening your eyes and the intensity with which he was looking at you was enough to send you over the edge. Joe anticipated it and covered your mouth with his, swallowing your screams of pleasure as your body shuddered, his thumb never ceasing, working you through as you tumbled off the edge, coming completely undone.
“Good girl,” he praised, tongue running gently over your lower lip. “Can you stand up for me, darling?”
You nodded, legs shaking as you gripped the arms of the chair, slowly making your way to your feet. Joe watched you, undoing his pants and sliding them and his boxers down his legs just enough, his length now on full display. You went to get on your knees, assuming that’s what he wanted but he held up a finger, shaking it and his head before spinning his finger.
“No darling, turn around.”
You did, your legs almost giving out but he grabbed onto your hips, steadying you. Joe slid your skirt up to your hips, pulling you back onto him, his cock slipping inside you slowly. You moaned as he bottomed out, your ass nestled snug against his hips. Nothing ever felt the way this did, Joe filling you up, stretching you completely, fitting inside you like his cock had been molded for you.
“Shit darling…your pussy is fucking perfect,” he growled against your ear, hands slipping under your shirt again, cupping your breasts as he pressed his hips up into you and your eyes rolled back, head falling against his shoulder.
You grabbed onto the arms of the chair, using it as leverage as you lifted your body and lowered it again, riding his cock. You relished the soft grunts and groans he released against your neck, his teeth nibbling the tender flesh there. When you took his full length in again, you rotated your hips, gasping as he hit all the right places within you.
“Fuck, my pretty girl,” Joe hissed, “keep doing that. So good…”
You didn’t need telling twice. It was so fucking good. Joe kept one hand on your breast, teasing your nipple between his thumb and forefinger. His other hand traveled down along your stomach, under your skirt and back to your clit. You had no control, over stimulated, lost in the intense sensation throbbing through your body. The minute his finger brushed your clit, you cried out and his hand that had been teasing your breast clapped over your mouth.
“Darling, don’t want us caught,” he reminded, groaning deeply as he rocked his hips, matching your rhythm, his finger brushing over your clit, alternating between back and forth movements and circles until you were mewling, back arching, completely undone. “Gonna come for me again, love? Yeah, you are. Come on, beautiful. Be a good girl for me and come all over my cock.”
You shrieked against his hand, back arching, body rigidly shaking as Joe kept hold of you, keeping you from slipping down off of him. Your knuckles turned white as you gripped onto the chair for dear life before collapsing against him.
“That’s my girl,” he hummed, both hands grabbing onto your hips as he thrust up into you hard and fast. His breathing picked up, low grunts rising out of him before his fingertips dig in hard and you felt him fill you. “Fuck…Shit…”
You melted into him, your body refusing to cooperate. Joe’s arms came around you, holding you against him, his lips pressing against your shoulder, your neck, your cheek. Your head rolled and you wondered how in the hell you were going to get up. Just sitting here, nestled against Joe, sounded perfect right now. Your legs had lost all function.
“You are so fucking amazing, darling,” Joe growled, nipping at your earlobe. “Jesus Christ, I love you.”
“I love you,” you gasped quietly, “but I can’t walk Joe.”
A laugh rumbled in his chest, “Then I did my job.”
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ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ Poor Thing 💼 ༊*·˚
Bf!Joe x fem!reader
You've been doing everything to get Joe's attention, so he decides to make you work for it ꒰🍷꒱ wc; 2.5k
Warnings: 18+ MDNI, thigh riding, dom!joe, sub!reader, degrading, condescending, (mentions of) orgasm denial, spanking, oral fixation, aftercare // NOT PROOFREAD
Inspired by @ceriseheaven and the thoughts she has put in my brain 🤭
You knew exactly what you’d done to end up like this, despite the whines that fell from your lips about how unfair it was.
Joe had to get up early, to be there on time for the press run for A Quiet Place Day One, and you’d been admiring him as you laid in bed, watching him get dressed. Gazing at his arms as he did up the buttons of his white collared shirt, watching his hands work as he put on the cuff links of the suit, letting your thoughts run wild as you watched him put on, and adjust his belt. As you looked up at him, he spotted you in the mirror, letting out a low laugh, before turning back to you.
“Did no-one ever tell you it’s rude to stare, love?”
“It’s hard not to, when you look like that…” You replied with a little smirk, sitting up in bed. You crawled over to him, trying to make sure his view was as tempting as possible, making sure your nightgown rode up and exposed your ass, that the fabric hung as far off your body and showed as much skin as possible, as you finally reached him, your hands holding his cheeks as you gazed into those dark eyes.
“You’re a little tease, you know?” He smirked, his mind in two halves. One half knowing he had to be out of the door in five minutes, and another that wanted to ravage you until your screams of bliss were your neighbours morning alarm.
“Come back to bed, Joey…” You whined, trying to use the nickname that you knew made him melt the most, as you batted your lashes up at him. He smirked, kissing your lips softly as he cupped your cheek. “I know, baby, I know; but I’ve gotta go,” He replied, as he tried to gently move your arms off his shoulders.
You whined at this, wrapping your arms tighter and pulling him in until your head was pressed against him. “No, Joey… stay,” You whine, pressing open mouth kisses on his neck, which he smirks at, as he pulls your arms away again. This time, he puts a bit more strength into it, not enough to hurt you, but enough that your arms are pulled away from him, as he lays you back down in bed.
“I’ll see you tonight, love,” He tells you, as he kisses your cheek gently, before heading out the bedroom door. You huff, not about to let him get away that easy. You reach over for your phone, opening your camera. You move your phone down and take a photo between your legs, showing the white cotton underwear you were wearing.
You snapped a few more photos, some of you laying down in the bed, with your nightgown pulled down to expose your breasts. After around five minutes, you chose a few of your favourites, and sent them to Joe. Around a half hour passed before you got a response. “Naughty fucking girl”
And that was how you ended up straddled over Joe’s thigh. Your clothes in a pile on the floor, having been practically torn off by Joe, as he sat on the sofa, still wearing his shoes. The instant he’d gotten through the door, he’d dropped his bag and keys in the hall and instantly grabbed you, pulling you into a rough kiss, biting on your lower lip, his hand running through your hair and gripping it.
“Such a naughty girl. Don’t know how to control yourself, do you?” He asked, as he pulled you onto the sofa, spreading his legs as he stared up and down at your body, so perfect laid out for him. Your shirt was already off, your nipples hard already and he hadn’t even touched them yet, your skirt left on the floor.
Joe grabbed your hips, pulling you in. Grasping the waistband of your underwear, he ripped it clean off you, making you gasp. Looking down at him, you could see a darkness in his eyes that made your pussy even wetter than it already was.
“Wet already?” Joe cooed condescendingly, as he suddenly delivered a spank to your pussy, the jolt of pleasure, pain and stimulation making you gasp.
“Fuckin’ soaked my hand, baby,” Joe smirked, as he used his other hand to pull you onto his thigh, making you whimper at the feeling of the scratchy fabric of his trousers against your sensitive cunt. Joe couldn’t take the lazy grin off his lips, as he tapped his soaked fingers against your lips. “Open up, baby,” He cooed.
If you weren’t as horny, you would’ve been embarrassed about how quickly you opened up, accepting his thick fingers into your mouth, licking and sucking at them, feeling the thoughts dripping out of your mind as you did, your eyes fluttering shut as your brain became clouded with thoughts of him, him, him.
As you sucked, your hips took on a life of their own, as you began to slowly buck against his thigh. The feeling of the fabric made you wince as much as it made you whimper, but it sounded all the same as it reverberated against Joe’s fingers.
“You’re such a fucking slut for me, aren’t you, hmm?” He smirks, as his free hand reaches down for your hip, beginning to guide them across his thigh, making sure your sensitive clit brushed against him, as your arousal created a wet patch soaking the already dark fabric.
“Bet you’ve been waiting for this all day, haven’t you? This was what you wanted, wasn’t it? When you were sending me those naughty pictures when I was at work, when anyone could’ve seen them on my phone…”
His words made you moan, and you pulled your mouth away from his fingers to reply to his question. “This wasn’t what I wanted…” You whimper in reply, as Joe raises an eyebrow. “No?” He replied sarcastically. “What did you want then?”
“No… wanted you to fuck me…” You reply, your hips gaining solid traction now, building a rhythm against him, bucking your dripping, swollen pussy against his trousers. Joe lets out a low laugh at that, his hand reaching to grab in your hair, as he pulls you in closer to him, so he can whisper in your ear.
“Oh, darling, you’d have to be good for me to fuck you. Naughty girls end up like this…” Joe smirks, his hand grabbing your hips tighter, as he looks down at his thigh, seeing the mess you’ve made all over it. “And I don’t think your greedy cunt has any complaints either,”
At that, you let out a cry, as your hand reaches out for his shoulders, tears beginning to well in your eyes from frustration. You’ve been wanting this all day, wanting to cum all day, and now he won’t do anything other than sit there and let you get off on him, won't touch you where you crave him.
“Please… Joe…” You cry out, blinking away tears in your eyes as your hands grasp around his neck and shoulders. “Please, what?” Joe smirks, leaning back on the sofa. “Use your words,” He adds. You groan, if you could think straighter you would smack him.
“Touch me, please… I want you. Please… I’m sorry for being naughty, I just want you... fuck- please, just touch me?” You beg, not even sure what you’re begging for anymore, blinking away tears in your eyes, as you let out a little cry.
While he can be mean, Joe isn’t heartless, and he lets out a little ‘aww’, finally reaching up and wrapping his arms around your shoulders. “Oh, you poor thing…” He coos, his voice so condescending but his words so sweet. “I’m here, I’ve got you… such a needy, helpless girl for me, aren’t you?”
He smirks, as his hands reach for your hips, holding them tightly in his large hands. He starts rocking your hips back and forth, quicker than you were moving before, grinding you even harder against his thigh. He smirks, slowly starting to tap his thigh up and down, making you moan even harder than before.
“So needy aren’t, you? Wanna cum so bad, and you can’t even do it on your own?” Joe smirks, as he jumps his thigh up and down, smirking down at you. “You need me, don’t you?” He smirks “Can’t cum without me, can’t cum without me touching you? What if I didn’t let you cum? What if I kept you on edge for even longer… didn’t let you cum until I wanted you to cum?”
You let out a panicked groan at that, your nails digging into his shoulders as you keep bucking against him, this time with newfound need frantic, desperate to reach that high before Joe snatches it away from you. Seeing your panic, he chuckles, wrapping his arms around you, caging you in his embrace as your head buries into the crook of his neck.
“Oh, relax, baby, relax. I’m not that mean, I’ll make you cum,” He promises you softly, whispering in your ear as he rubs your back while his arms hold you. Just that four word phrase, the promise of that orgasm, makes your breath even shallower, makes your body temperature rise even higher, causes sweat to drip down your body, makes your pussy even wetter.
You keep bucking against him, and you can feel your high is even closer, you can practically taste it. Joe moved his hand back down to your hips, helping you as your energy dips. You’re practically panting like an animal in heat, the patch on Joe’s trousers almost covering his entire thigh at this point.
“Joe… Joe…” You repeat, the only word you can seem to form, over and over like a mantra. “That’s a good girl…” Joe smirks, as he can see you’re so close. “That’s a good girl, fuck yourself hard,” He repeats, as you begin to feel yourself falling over the edge, that all consuming feeling of not being able to think or feel anything other than that rush of pleasure between your legs.
“There we go, cum for me,” Joe coos, his hands holding your hips through your high. “Come on, love, cum. Cum hard,” He commands, and you can’t help but do exactly as he says, screaming out his name as your body is wracked by the high you’ve been craving so hard.
“There we go, that’s it. That’s my good girl…” He chuckles, moving your hair out of your face, reaching up and wiping away your tears. You look up at him, chuckling gently, your chest still heaving as you try to gather yourself. Your body immediately curls up in his lap, and he wraps his arms around you softly.
“Oh, darling. There we go… that was what you needed, wasn’t it, hmm?” He hums softly, pressing kisses to the crook of your neck. “Good girl… do you feel better now?” He asks, and you nod your head frantically, making him chuckle. “Thought so,” He replied, scooping you up in his arms.
“C’mon, let’s go get you cleaned up,” He tells you softly, lifting you up in his arms and beginning to carry you towards the bathroom. He brings you in, turning on the light and setting you down on the counter. You chuckle, looking into the mirror and seeing the mascara stained around your eyes and chuckle. “I look ridiculous,” You laugh softly.
“It is quite Robert Pattinson’s Batman, I'll give you that,” Joe concedes with a laugh, as he pulls out a flannel from the bathroom cupboard, making his way over to the cold tap and running the flannel under it. Once it’s soaked through, he wrings it out, before slowly bringing it between your legs.
You squirm a little in surprise at the feeling, as he softly cleans you up, wiping your sensitive pussy and soaked thighs clean, his dark eyes so much softer and loving as he does. “Sorry, sweetheart,” He apologises softly, until he’s happy, leaning in and pressing a soft kiss to your knee. “All done,” He smiles, throwing the flannel into the laundry basket.
This is one of the thing you love most about intimacy with Joe, how much he always takes care of you afterwards. You can’t help but swing your feet back and forth as you sit on top of the counter, as he rummages through the bathroom cupboard.
“I don’t know where you keep anything in this cupboard…” He murmurs, as he looks through the cupboards, letting out a groan. After a few moments, he finally pulls out your micellar water and your pack of cotton pads, and you feel your heart melting in your chest.
Softly, Joe poured some micellar water onto the cotton pad, and gently began to remove your makeup. Focusing on the dark mascara staining around your eyes, he gently wipes the makeup away, looking into your eyes softly as you sit in the comfortable, soft silence of your flat.
“How do you get through so many of these things?” Joe asks, as he looks down at the cotton pad, seeing it took an entire one to remove one eyes worth of makeup. You chuckle softly, looking up at him. “Oh, you have a lot to learn, Joe,” You chuckle as he wets a second one, using it to remove your other eyes makeup.
Three more cotton pads later, your makeup is off, and Joe is very proud of himself. He smiles softly, as he holds your cheek in his hands. “Gorgeous, baby,” He smiles, kissing you softly. Placing the micellar water and cotton pads where he found them before, he wraps his arms around you, picking you up again.
He carries you back into your bedroom, laying you down on the bed. He pulls off his jacket, his white collared shirt, pulling off his belt, and then pulled off his trousers. He smirked, looking down at his trousers. “Cannot believe you made such a fucking mess,” He laughs softly, chucking his trousers in the wash basket you keep in your bedroom.
You chuckle, looking up at Joe and smile softly, as he reaches for a pair of his joggers inside the wardrobe, and throws another pair of you, he knows that they’re his favourite thing for you to wear to bed, as well as throwing onto the bed one of his t-shirts. “Yes, thank you, Joey,” You smile, as you finally redress, loving the feeling of his soft joggers and soft shirt against your skin.
He smiles as he lays down next to you in bed, pulling the covers over both of you and wrapping his arms around you. You inhale deeply, taking in his comforting smell, wrapping your arms around his shoulders, burying into his chest. He looks down at you, his hands running through your hair. “Goodnight, my love,” Joe whispers softly, and you smile, kissing his cheek softly.
“Goodnight, Joey,”
A/N: i'm very nervous for you all to read my first smut (this was meant to be a blurb but... i got a little carried away... 🤭 also it's like 12:30 in the morning so this is not proofread 😭
taglist: @ceriseheaven (comment to be added <3)
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Stumblin' In
a/n: Hello loves! I'm back! And this time I've pre written 3/4 of a story...who is she?! I don't know her. Soooo...this little story will have four parts and is (very) loosely based on something that happened in Venice when I saw Joe...(still not over it tbh...heh). Thank you to my warrior editor and influence for this story @barfightzanddiscolightz. <3
warnings: none
wordcount: 1.9k (she's short)
part 2 - part 3 - part 4
You blinked rapidly, trying to adjust your eyes to the brightness that suddenly overtook the previously dimly lit screening room of the cinema you were sitting in. Your brain just wasn't made for such quick changes, especially while it was still processing what had just happened on screen. The film you had chosen to watch was one of those arthouse indie productions that attracts all kinds of people from all walks of life.
Slowly you pushed yourself out of the plush seat and stretched your arms over your head. Your ever-weary limbs and joints popped, and you feared that one of the at least 50 other people in the room had heard it.
Taking your time, you picked up your trusty leather jacket, which had once belonged to your father, and pulled it on. You shoved your hands into its pockets to retrieve your mobile phone. As you checked your unread messages, your eyes moved from the screen to your Dr. Martens-clad feet. You had undone the laces, wanting to be as comfortable as possible. Shrugging, you began to walk down the aisle, the laces whipping your jeans-covered calves, shins, and other seats along the way. You told yourself you would tie them once you had reached the atrium.
With your face almost buried in the screen of your phone, you stepped to the top of the stairs and began your descent. Not even three steps down, you stumbled over your now tangled shoelaces and instantly lost your footing. With a small yelp, you practically flew down the stairs, right into the back of someone's legs. The abrupt stop sent your phone flying down the hallway and past the curtain, as your head snapped back, slamming into the steps. The impact made your breath catch in your lungs and you let out a small whimper.
"Oh my God! Are you alright?"
With blurred vision and eyes refusing to cooperate, you tried to make out who was speaking to you. You knew it was a man from the voice, but his features were a mystery in the blur. Your eyes not working the way you wanted them to made you let out a frustrated sigh. You began slowly blinking your eyes, hoping for a clearer perspective, before giving up and closing them completely.
"Hey! No! Open your eyes!"
You sluggishly opened them again, your vision still as blurred as before. Lifting your arm, you tried to touch the man hovering above you. The movement sent a jolting pain through your arm, up your neck, and into the back of your head.
"Ouch.", you hissed.
"'Yeah, ouch.”, replied the still blurry man. "Please focus on me, can you do that for me?"
"Yep.", you lied. You couldn't focus on shit, because in addition to your blurred vision, your head was throbbing like you'd been hit by a freight train.
"Okay. Cool. You hit your head pretty hard. Can you move your legs?"
You made slow, jerky movements with your legs, wiggling your toes in your boots, not realising he couldn't see them.
"Okay. They work. Good! That means, no spinal injury.”, the man said, obviously relieved. "I'm going to move you now, is that alright?"
You nodded and immediately regretted it. Your head hurt like hell. How could a carpeted step hurt so much?
Warm hands slowly pushed under your arms and knees and then suddenly, but slowly, strong arms lifted you up and close to an even warmer body. As gentle as he was, the movement of your body was still very uncomfortable and made you whimper again.
"I know. I'm sorry.”, the man who was now walking spoke softly. As you both passed through the curtain into the even brighter hallway, you turned your head towards the man's chest to avoid the glaring overhead lights. You pressed your face into the fabric of his top and inhaled deeply. He smelled damn good.
"...is there a room I can take her to? She hit her head on the stairs when she fell. Also, could you call the A&E, I think she has a concussion."
"Sure, follow me please.”, a new feminine voice said and then there was a static crackle. "Henry, can you please call A&E, we have an injured woman with a suspected concussion."
"Copy. A&E is being called.”, came back Henry's very staticky voice over what you assumed was a walkie-talkie.
A few moments later you heard a door open and were carried very carefully into a small, office-like room.
"You can put her on the sofa. The paramedics will be here any minute."
Gently you were lowered onto the sofa. Gone were the strong arms and the warmth, and you began to shiver. Your eyes slowly began to focus, and you could finally see, though still blurred, the man who had been helping you. He was tall and handsome. His dark blonde hair was curly, and his face had a very patchy five o'clock shadow. But the most striking thing about his face was his huge, baby cow eyes, which were currently wearing a worried expression. Your gaze moved slowly down his body. He was wearing brown trousers with black loafers and a beige cable-knit jumper, topped off with a very expensive looking black trench coat. Visually, he was the exact opposite of you. You had opted for your usual all-black autumn outfit.
With a small but noticeable smile, you closed your eyes for a second and another shiver ran through your body. Unexpectedly, you were suddenly covered by a blanket. Slowly you opened your eyes to see that it wasn't a blanket, but the man's trench coat.
"Thank you...", you whispered. You were surprised at how weak your voice sounded, but the drowsiness that was slowly creeping up on you made it difficult to speak. Your eyes closed again.
"You're welcome...hey! No! Don't fall asleep!"
"But I'm so sleepy."
"I know, but you can't."
The man's voice was very close now, and as you felt hands cupping your face, your eyes shot open again. You looked up at him with wide eyes, he was kneeling beside the sofa and his own eyes held yours in an equally steady gaze.
“You literally can’t fall asleep because you took quite the tumble there, Humpty Dumpty and I’m 99 percent sure you incurred a concussion.”, he explained with a grin. "Besides, you keep moving your head when you should be holding it still. If I have to hold your face to keep you awake and mostly still, I will gladly continue holding it."
You didn't respond to him. You just kept staring at him and he had the audacity to just stare back at you with his big, wet, brown puppy dog eyes.
A few moments later there was a knock on the door and two paramedics with a stretcher made their way inside.
"Hello there! You must be our patient.”, one of the paramedics said as he made his way over to you. He then looked down at Mr. Baby-Cow-Puppy-Eyes and spoke again. "Sir, may I ask you to move so we can examine her?"
"Uh... sure.”, he replied, taking his hands off your face, slowly rising to his feet. You groaned weakly as his fingers lightly brushed your jaw and he let out a soft snort before turning to the medic. "I was just trying to keep her awake. She fell down the stairs and hit her head on one of the bottom steps."
"Thank you.”, the second paramedic said, moving in to examine your head and neck. Your rescuer stepped back and moved to the corner of the room with his arms crossed over his chest to wait. He was still in your line of sight, so you looked at him occasionally to make sure he was still there, and every time you did, he smiled sweetly at you.
"Ooookay.", the second paramedic said as soon as she concluded her examination. "You have a mild to moderate concussion and swelling on the back of your head. We need to take you to the hospital for a 24-hour observation."
You frowned at her, and she smiled sympathetically. "Do you want your boyfriend to come with us?"
"Who?" you asked, a confused expression on your face.
"Him.”, she said, pointing to the corner where your knight in a cable-knit jumper was standing.
"I'm not her boyfriend. I'm the one she collided with.”, he chuckled and shook his head.
"Alright, I'll take that as a no.”, the paramedic grinned at him and then down at you. "Are you ready to be hoisted onto the stretcher?"
"Um...", you started, then suddenly panicked as you softly patted your jacket and jeans pockets. Your mobile phone - you didn't have it on you. "Wait! My phone! It must have slipped out of my hand or pockets when I went all humanoid egg earlier..."
Your reference to the handsome man's earlier statement made him burst out into laughter.
"She hasn't lost her sense of humour. Good.”, the first paramedic said with a chuckle, and began to lift you up by your feet, while the other paramedic assisted him by simultaneously lifting you up by your torso. The coat that still covered you was about to slip off your body if you hadn't grabbed it as if it were your lifeline. In a way it was your lifeline, for you were still cold, and the weight of the fabric did an excellent job of keeping you warm.
"I'll go look for it. Just give me a second.”, expensive trench coat guy announced, and quickly slipped out of the room.
Not even five minutes later he returned, waving your mobile phone in the air.
"Here you go.”, he smiled, handing you the phone but not letting go of it. "Please keep me informed about your condition." Just as he started to remove his hand from your phone, he added: "And you can keep my coat for now, but I want it back at some point."
"OK. I will, and you'll get it back... at some point.”, you promised, as the two paramedics wheeled you out of the small room. Halfway down the hallway you suddenly realised that you didn't have his contact details. How were you going to let him know how you were?
"Wait! Stop!", you shouted, making yourself jump more than the two people you were addressing. "Can you please turn around?"
"All right, but just for a second. We really need to get you to the hospital.”, the male paramedic explained impatiently, and they both turned the stretcher around and were about to push you back when you saw him standing in the hallway, leaning against the wall.
"I don't have your number!", you called, waving your mobile.
"Check your contacts.”, he urged with a wink, before pushing himself away from the wall and walking the other way. "Keep me updated!"
"I will!"
The two paramedics turned the stretcher around again and began to push it hastily towards the cinema's delivery entrance where the ambulance was parked. All the while, you unlocked your phone to see if he had really left you his number. He had to have. How else would he get his coat back?
Quickly, you opened your contacts app and there it was: a new entry.
Next to the emoji with the bandage on its head was his name:
Joe.
Grinning to yourself, you locked your phone and put it to your chest as the ambulance sped off to the hospital...
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♥ ♥ Joseph Quinn x Fem!Reader
Summary: What good are flatmates even, if they don't comfort you when you need it most? Or when you need it a normal amount? Or, you know, when you don't really need it, but just really want it?
CW / disclaimer: rpf, fem!reader, hurt/comfort i guess? idk we're sad a lot and joe cheers us up a lot
Author’s note: this sort of came about after taking small little bits from several requests that i combined and then shaped into what i wanted for myself, and for a minute, i thought 'what if i don't make this one extremely self-indulgent for once' but then... why the fuck wouldn't i? so...
Wordcount: 2.7K
part one - part two - part three - part four - part five
One of those days.
You weren’t going to wait until you got home to ask Joe what pizza toppings he wanted. Not today. So you texted,
“peperoni or chicken?”
And it took just a few seconds for Joe to open Whatsapp and to reply.
“those my only two options?”
You didn’t have the mental capacity to even think of any other pizza toppings, let alone get into some banter over text with your flatmate.
“joe”
There were a million ways for Joe to have read that, to have interpreted that. Yet, he got the tone of it just right.
“don’t worry, i’ll take care of it”
No playing. Just quick solutions to problems of which Joe didn’t even really know what they were yet. Then another text from him followed, asking you the question you’d just sent him.
“peperoni or chicken?”
“chicken”
You remembered exactly when this pizza tradition started. Could pinpoint the exact date, time, and place.
“no i was wrong.”
“peperoni”
The first time you and Joe shared a pizza as new flatmates, was when you’d gotten home one morning, still very obviously in the outfit you���d left in the night before. Joe had been cooking up some breakfast in the kitchen and had his jokes ready, already grinning to himself when he hadn’t even seen you yet.
“Well, well, well,” he called over his shoulder as you took a moment by the front door to just... breathe. You would’ve tried gathering yourself, but there wasn’t much to gather.
“I know you said the plan was to go out and celebrate Friday, but you didn’t mention anything about Saturday morning,” you could hear the joy in Joe’s voice, all chipper and lively. He’d very clearly had a great night’s sleep, unlike you.
Joe heard footsteps, and when they stopped in the doorway, he turned his head to look. Spatula still in hand, eggs just about ready in the pan in front of him.
“Look at what the cat’s drag–...” the comment died on his tongue. “Jesus, are you all right?”
Joe had expected a tired, sloppy girl to have walked in. One with messy hair, eye make-up all smudged and sort of drunk a little, still.
He’d been right.
That was exactly what he was looking at, which should objectively be funny. Hence the smile that still lingered on his face as his brow slowly furrowed in confusion.
“You look like the inside of a shoe,”
Joe tried his hand at humour, but it fell completely flat.
What he hadn’t anticipated, was for his flatmate to look quite so sad in reaction to his comments. So very drained of life. You’d obviously been crying and looked like you hadn’t slept in weeks.
For a moment you just stood in that doorway, looked a little dazed because, um, why were you going into your shared living space again?
You needed your bed.
Without answering Joe, and without even really acknowledging him at all, you took a shuddering breath and slowly turned back around, only to ignore Joe’s question and disappear into the hallway.
“Hey, hey, hey,” Joe quickly turned the hob off and rounded the island to go after you. He was too late though, stepping into the hallway just as your bedroom door closed behind you. The immediate guilt that followed his poking-fun carried him over to stand in front of it, just enough self-restraint left to not just open your door and walk in right after you.
You didn’t seem like you needed to be pissed off any more than you already were.
From just outside of your bedroom door, you heard a very faint knock, followed by Joe’s voice, asking if you were all right once more.
“Did– did something happen? What’s going on?”
All you managed to do was sigh, just loud enough for Joe to catch it.
“What happened?”
But you didn’t want to get into it.
“Do you– hey,” Joe called your name, waited for a second, in case you wanted to answer him, but then when you didn’t, he followed it up with, “Do you want some breakfast?”
And honestly, breakfast sounded nice. But so did burying yourself into your duvet for a few days, where no one would try to look you in the eye, and where no one would try to make you talk. Were you going to listen to your rumbling stomach that wanted some food, or to the rest of your body that just wanted to be horizontal?
“Some scrambled eggs? Piece of toast?”
You milled it over in your mind.
“Or, I could make you something else? You want some yoghurt? With some berries in?”
Joe tried. Was actively trying. But it didn’t seem to work, just didn’t seem to do the trick. It stayed silent on your side of the door.
“Some pizza?”
And it was meant as a careful joke. A hopeful small little thing to at least lift the mood, if nothing else. If you were even still listening to him at all, that was.
He was about to tell you that he’d be in the kitchen if you needed anything, that you could just let him know. No worries if not. But then he heard rustling. Stumbling footsteps, followed by your bedroom door slowly opening.
“Hey,” Joe cocked his head to the side at the sight of you, his eyes all soft, forehead crinkled with worry. “I’m sorry.”
You looked right past him.
“What... what kind of pizza?”
You focused on the important things instead. Didn’t really care to acknowledge Joe’s apology.
“Well,” Joe tried to hide his smile as he looked down at his feet before stepping aside and holding an arm out, inviting you to walk ahead of him, making your way back into the living area. “I think there’s a few to choose from in the freezer.”
You’d shared a pizza that morning, you sat at one of the stools of the kitchen island, and Joe stood on the side. He hadn’t asked you any questions then, but instead had just tried his hand at light conversation until suddenly, halfway through a slice, you’d started sobbing.
And it wasn’t like you and Joe had never hugged before.
But you’d never been hugged by him like that before.
Where Joe instantly dropped his food and stepped closer to fold arms around you. Where Joe got an arm around your head to press your face into his chest whilst the other curled down around your shoulders that pressed your chest into his stomach. Where he decided he wasn’t going to be the one to pull back first, and so you’d just embraced like that for over half an hour.
He hadn’t asked you any questions.
Not when you cried.
Not when you’d stuttered through breaths as you tried to recollect yourself after.
Not when you eventually pulled back and reached for another bite of now-cold pizza.
Not when you then silently frowned at the hardened cheese and softly sighed to yourself.
Not when you did eventually retreat back into your room but came out just a minute later and asked if Joe had any plans that day.
Even if he did have plans, Joe knew that he’d cancel them all for you.
“Want to rot on the sofa with me? Watch films all day?”
And you hadn’t meant to fall asleep all sagged into his side then, but you had. And Joe had played with the ends of your hair until the warmth and comfort had pulled him into a nap as well.
You’d never talked about what had happened then, why you had been so sad, because you didn’t need to. It was nice that Joe hadn’t asked for you to explain why you’d cried, and instead had just comforted you until you managed to smile for him again.
Joe thought that maybe, if you wanted to tell him, one day you would. But he didn’t need to know why his flatmate was sad when she was. He was happy just being there to help and fix it.
And now, here you were. Two flatmates who shared a tradition of having pizza and watching a film when you’d had a bad day.
And today had just been... long. Hard. Frustrating. You didn’t want to get into all the things that had nearly pushed you over the edge, and you were glad that you didn’t need to.
Joe didn’t ask questions. Never did.
Just went to get you the peperoni pizza you’d asked for.
Would cuddle you on the sofa all night if that was what you wanted.
It was what he wanted, anyway.
He was well aware that none of that was normal though.
You were flatmates.
If Joe referred to you in conversation with a friend, with a family member, or even with a stranger, you were his flatmate. The girl that he shared the living area of his flat with. The pantry, the fridge and the freezer. The coat closet by the door. A letterbox downstairs by the entrance.
Flatmates.
But if someone were to ask you if you and your flatmate were friends too, you’d tell them yes of course. You shared dinner more often than not. If you had friends ‘round, Joe would hang out too. And vice versa.
Normal.
Just normal friendly flatmates that also knew each other’s parents by their first names, but you know, those things sort of just came with sharing a living space together, right?
And no one ever really thought there was more to you and Joe, anyway.
Why would they even assume?
You dated other people. Went on regular dates with different men. Other guys. Would even sometimes sit and watch a film with someone, and Joe would join you for a little while. Have casual conversation with whoever you’d invited over.
Normal.
What wasn’t so normal was that the second it would just be you and Joe, you wouldn’t hesitate to touch if you wanted to touch. Wouldn’t hesitate to find him, wherever he’d be, and sling your arms around his stomach from behind, just to hold him for a minute. Would wait to get comfortable on the sofa until Joe would join you there and you’d wait for his arm to find its way around you before you’d settle in.
You never talked about it.
It was just what it was like. You were close. The affection was just a natural thing between the two of you. It didn’t need any words. Any explaining.
But Joe knew you both understood that this could be interpreted very differently through other people’s eyes.
It’s why you kept referring to each other as flatmates, and why you weren’t like that in front of other people.
Which was fine.
You lived together.
There was plenty of time without other people there.
When you walked into your flat that evening, the promise of a shared peperoni pizza combined with the contrasting warmth that immediately made you feel uncomfortably hot in your coat, was nearly enough to bring you to tears.
“Joe?”
“Hey, bad news,”
Oh no.
Joe appeared at the other end of the hallway.
“They didn’t have any Sprite left, so I got you a Fanta.”
You let your shoulders drop and let your head fall to the side in relief. That was hardly bad news. You didn’t love Fanta, but the bad news revealed Joe had gone out to get a pizza instead of throwing a frozen one into the oven.
“Fanta’s fine.” You smiled. Joe easily copied it.
“Good, okay. Now,” Joe continued, suddenly his face all serious again as you took your coat off and toed your shoes off. “I know that last time, I got to pick a film, so technically it is your turn... but, I’ve already chosen something to watch, and I did go out to get us the largest peperoni pizza London has to offer, so...”
You stilled and gave an exaggerated sigh, all mock frustration, because you honestly didn’t give a shit. If anything, it was nice that Joe had made the choice for you, seeing as you didn’t really have the mental capacity for any decisions right now. If it had been left up to you, you’d hav been scrolling through Netflix for at least half an hour until settling just to watch some celebrity panel shows on Channel 4.
“No sprite and I don’t get to choose the film?”
“I’m sorry,” Joe was trying stupidly hard to hide a smile.
You blinked at him a second.
“You’re not sorry.”
“No I’m not. You made me go out and it’s fucking freezing outside today.”
You made your way over to your bedroom to get changed, and just before disappearing, you said, “Cool way of letting me know you’ve not left the flat all day.”
Like Joe’s hair hadn’t told you as much already.
You wished your job would let you work from home too. Although, with Joe spending weird stretches of time just sitting around and reading, you didn’t think you’d get much work done. Would probably be a bit weird if you logged onto a zoom meeting from your spot on the sofa, half of Joe in frame.
“I did leave the flat! I just said!” Joe argued, leaving you to get into a more comfortable outfit.
You grinned to yourself.
Joe was an idiot.
In an oversized sweatshirt and a pair of joggers, you joined Joe in the living room where you found a large pizza box on the coffee table, two cans of Sprite next to it.
Sprite.
“Surprise.”
Joe had lied.
Then you looked at the TV screen, paused at the title of the film Joe’d chosen and, fuck all the way off, did he want you to cry?
“I know it’s not your genre...”
It was. It absolutely was. It wasn’t Joe’s genre, though. “But I promise you’ll like it.”
You didn’t know if you wanted to hook an elbow to his jaw or squeeze your nails into his cheeks, but you needed to do something to get this surge of emotion out.
You opted for swearing at him instead of physical violence.
“I fucking hate you so much right now,”
“Yea?” Joe sat down, pressing play on the remote and reaching for the throw blanket. “Come hate me over here.”
And so you did.
Sat down next to Joe, thigh to thigh, and let him sort the blanket so it covered the both of you before leaning over to grab the pizza box.
The heat coming from the pizza quickly found your legs through the blanket and through your joggers. It was a stark comparison to how cold your fingers still felt from your trek home.
You rubbed them together as Joe opened the pizza box and, shit, that looked good.
“You cold?”
“Just my fingers,” you replied, already putting both hands to use, ripping the pieces of crust that hadn’t been cut properly and lifting a slice out of the box.
Joe did the same, and then when he saw one of your hands lower down, he was quick to grab it, encasing your cold fingers into his large palm.
The act of being upset with him for being nice faltered, and you smiled at Joe as he smugly grinned whilst he chewed.
See, had someone else been there with you, you’d have gotten comments. If not jokes, at least you knew you would’ve gotten some judging looks. Some questions later, about what was going on between the two of you?
Nothing was going on between the two of you.
Just warm cuddles and comforting touches, which was fine when it was just you and Joe.
So what if Joe held your hand whilst you ate pizza and watched a romantic comedy together?
So what if a piece of peperoni was about to slide and fall to your chest, but Joe saw and got it just in time, and you thought he was going to pop it into his own mouth, but then instead he held it up in front of you and waited till you ate it from his fingers?
So what if, after finishing the pizza, Joe planted his feet on the coffee table and pulled you into his side a little? Grabbed your arm to lay over his stomach? Ended up with both arms slung around, his own fingers locking on your back to keep you in place whilst you watched actors older than the both of you act as if they were in their early twenties still?
Life was just more comfortable when it was filled with good snuggles, you and Joe both agreed.
But you never talked about it.
You were just close.
No questions asked.
Flatmates. Friends. Just, close.
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Yes Forever
Joseph Quinn x Fem!Reader
Summary: Joe has been giving hints and it's making your heart explode every time.
Author's Note: The bridge of TTPD is to blame for this. Enjoy! :)
Wordcount: 1.9K
You knew you should have seen it coming.
It wasn’t like he wasn’t making it obvious these last few weeks. It wasn’t like his little actions were something he has been hiding. You should have seen it coming, but you didn’t want to expect anything. You didn’t want to hope just in case you were wrong, you know? You didn’t want to feel disappointed if it was just your mind making things up.
It started off at the night of his movie premiere. You were all dressed up, and Joe couldn’t get his eyes off of you. Though, that wasn’t the thing that stuck out the whole night because Joe always looked at you like that no matter what. He was always telling you how stunning you were and that he was so lucky. The movie premiere went smoothly. You joined him at the red carpet and everyone was so proud about the movie and then, the after party came. You didn’t know if it was Joe having way too many drinks, or your mind was just being delusional.
You sat next to him in the booth. Joe and his co-stars were laughing talking about a memory from the set, and you couldn’t help but let your mind wander somewhere else. It wasn’t like you were bored with their conversations or anything. You were actually enjoying yourself, but it was Joe’s soft touch on your hand under the table that was distracting you so much.
“You know you should watch out for Joe.” One of his co-stars told you. “I would run off if I still had the chance.” He teased.
You laughed softly, shaking your head as Joe wrapped an arm around you. His hand softly caressing your arm and his other hand… well…
It was doing something that was making your heart race.
Your hand was set on his lap and his index finger was grazing over your bare ring finger. You couldn’t help but purse your lips as you tried to keep your attention on the conversation in front of you. Joe kept that going for the rest of the night, and he didn’t say one word about it when you got home. So, you let the subject go.
Then, you noticed one night when you were slowly falling asleep on the bed that Joe was just smiling and staring at you. His fingers caressing your soft cheek, while you were fighting hard to keep your eyes open.
“Hmm…” You smiled, letting out a soft hum.
“So beautiful.” Joe whispered, kissing your hair. “I love you so much.”
“I love you too, Joe.” You smiled, moving closer to him.
You rested your head on his chest, your fingers finding his as you played with them. Joe then intertwined his fingers with yours and brought your hand on his lips, pressing a soft kiss on the back of your hand.
“You have no idea how much you occupy my heart.” Joe said. “It’s all yours, darling. All of it.”
“I love you so much.” You smiled, pressing your face on his neck.
Joe held you tighter in his arms as comfortable silence blanketed the room for a moment. You two never really talked about the subject of it, but you knew there was that mutual understanding between the two of you. You just knew. You both really didn’t have to talk about it because what was there to talk about, right? You both already knew where this was heading.
“You know, there was no other woman I felt this way about.” Joe murmured. “When I first saw you, I knew in my heart that it was you. You’re the one I want to spend the rest of my life with.”
You hitched a breath as Joe grazed his fingers over your bare ring finger again. You kept your eyes close, face still pressed on his neck. You didn’t know if you could look into his eyes right now. With the words he was speaking, your heart was beating hard out of your chest that you swore he could hear and feel it.
“Darling?” Joe moved back a little, gazing down at you.
You kept your eyes shut and stayed still. Joe’s fingers grazed over your cheek again, his lips tugging into a small smile.
“You’re the love of my life, you know that?” Joe whispered as you fluttered your eyes open.
You smiled at Joe, glancing up at him and said, “What’s going on, Joe?”
“What do you mean?”
“I’ve noticed it lately…” You tilted your head at him.
Joe raised his brow, pretending like he didn’t know what you were talking about.
“Notice what?”
You chuckled softly, shaking your head. “Nevermind.”
Joe reeled you back in his arms, kissing your hair softly. “I just want you to know how much I love you.”
You nodded your head, smiling softly as you set your head back on his chest. You didn’t want to say it first if he couldn’t admit it because you didn’t want to look stupid. Maybe you really were being delusional in the first place. Maybe Joe really was just being sweet and wanted to reassure you of his love.
That was all.
You finally let that subject go for a few weeks. It didn’t appear in your thoughts again until that one night when Joe had taken you out for a date night. He had suggested taking you into a nice restaurant since it had been a while since you both had gone out on a date. So, you agreed. You dressed up in a nice pale blue silky dress, and Joe was in a nice button up and trousers. You couldn’t help but run your fingers through his curls the moment you saw him waiting for you by the front door.
Joe hummed approvingly as he set his hands on your hips, pressing your body against his.
“God, I can never get over how stunning you are.” Joe whispered, kissing down your neck.
“And I can never get over how handsome you are.” You smiled, feeling his hands gently run down your sides.
Joe gazed down at you, his eyes sparkling before leaning down to kiss you passionately. Leading you out the door, Joe had taken you to the restaurant that he chose, and it was nice and cozy. You couldn’t help but enjoy this moment with him. It really had been a while since you two had spent time together, especially with both of your busy schedules.
“I’ve missed this.” You smiled, taking a sip of your wine.
“Me too.” Joe took your hands in his from across the table. “Sorry if I have been so busy, darling.”
“Joe,” You tilted your head at him. “I understand. You don’t have to apologize.”
“I know, but still…” Joe took a deep breath, playing with your fingers. “I want to apologize and want you to know that I love you.”
Squeezing his hand lightly, you gave Joe a warm reassuring smile. “Joe, I know. I love you too.”
Joe smiled slightly, looking down at your fingers. He played with the ring that you had on your middle finger for a moment before slipping it off. You watched as he slid it over to your ring finger and for a moment, you felt your lungs stopped working. You felt your heart almost exploding as Joe smiled slightly before slipping the ring back on your middle finger again.
“Joe–” You whispered.
“Good evening, I’m Elle. I’ll be your server this evening.” The server stood by your table, giving both of you a genuine smile.
You pulled your hands away from Joe, your index finger and thumb playing with your ring anxiously under the table. Suddenly, the thoughts that you had pushed away from the last few weeks appeared in your mind again. You bit your lower lip, trying to focus your attention back on Joe and the server. You could feel your heart beat a thousand miles per minute, and you didn’t know how to really react with what just happened.
The rest of the night, you tried to keep your thoughts to yourself. You told your mind to be quiet and just enjoy this dinner date with Joe, especially that it had been so long since you both have done this. Joe never mentioned it once during the whole dinner. He acted like nothing happened and what he did was just a normal thing. However, your heart couldn’t fit in your chest anymore. No matter how much you tried to push the thought away, you kept repeating that little scene he did before dinner.
“Hold on a second, darling.” Joe held your hand before you could open your front door later that evening.
“What is it?” You turned to face him as he cupped both of your cheeks between his hands.
“I just want to do this.” Joe leaned down to kiss you softly on the lips.
You chuckled softly, kissing him deeper and pulling him close to you. You wrapped your arms around his neck as Joe continued to kiss you, this time so lovingly and gentle.
“I love you.” He murmured through the kiss.
You let out a soft hum as you ran your fingers through his hair.
“Marry me.” Joe murmured through the kiss.
You froze for a moment, parting from the kiss as you stared at him with wide eyes. Joe, however, gave you a look that was all so loving. His chocolate button eyes twinkled as he caressed your cheek with his thumb.
“W…What?” Your words stuttered as you processed what you just heard.
Joe didn’t say anything as he walked around you and unlocked the front door. He turned to face you again, held out his hand and opened the front door of your flat. You gasped softly as soon as you saw what was behind him. The place was lit by candles and rose petals were laid out all over the floor.
It was like what you saw in the movies.
“My love.” Joe took your hand in his as you both entered the flat.
You swallowed every emotion that was coming up in your throat as you watched Joe’s hand reach for his pocket. Then, he gazed up at you, holding a small red box in his hand, and a smile tugging on his lips as he got down on one knee in front of you.
“Joe, I–”
“Darling, you knew that the first time I saw you, I knew that you were the one. You make me a better person everyday, and I love you so much. My heart is yours forever. Would you do me the honor to spend the rest of your life with me?”
You gasped softly, both your hands covering your mouth as tears welled up in your eyes. Your heart was racing, and you could barely find words in your mind.
“Will you marry me?”
“Yes.” You smiled as you helped Joe get up from the floor. “A thousand times yes. Yes to forever with you. Yes to everything with you.”
Joe grinned happily as he took the ring from the box and slid it on your ring finger before reeling you into his arms and kissed you passionately. Everything almost felt unreal as you kissed him back.
“I love you.” You murmured, smiling happily.
You have never felt this happy before. Your heart was exploding in happiness as Joe kissed you again and held you in his arms. A big wide grin on his face, tears welling up in his eyes the moment he parted from the kiss.
“I love you.” Joe whispered, embracing you.
Wrapping your arms around his neck, you stared into his eyes, happiness radiating from the both of you.
With Joe, it was always going to be yes.
Forever.
The End.
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kiss kiss | joseph quinn x fem!reader
summary: you had seen it all over your pinterest and tiktok, the white buttoned shirts that girls kissed with their favorite lipstick to decorate the shirts with a unique and loving detail for their boyfriends. it looked good, every attempt you had seen looked different and cute, and you couldn’t help yourself when you saw the white buttoned shirt in the back of joe’s closet...
pairing: joseph quinn x fem!reader
tags: fluff fluff fluff, memories of your relationship with joe, a brief mention of sex but no actual smut
author’s note: yeah so i had a rough go of it for a while and i may not be BACK back yet, but. have this. mwah
“Hey, babe?” you called, carrying the wire hanger out to the living room. Joe had been working all day, and he had his feet up now, watching Succession all over again to relax from his own work, and he furrowed his eyebrows when he saw the shirt. “Does this fit you anymore?”
“Yeah,” Joe answered. “Why?”
You shrugged. “No reason,” you replied, thinking fast for an excuse. “Going through our closets to see what we can donate. I just haven’t seen you wear it in a while, so I was wondering.”
“Are you gonna donate that?” Joe asked. “What else have you decided to get rid of?”
“Not a lot,” you told him. “The itchy pink jumper my mum got me for Christmas, and those shoes that pinch your toes.”
Joe crossed his arms behind his head and nodded, and he said, “You can get rid of that shirt. The sleeves are weird and pull at my armpits.”
“Good to know,” you nodded, and you went back to the bedroom. You already had your favorite array of lipsticks laid out, pink and red and brown and even a daring purple added to the lineup, and you settled yourself on the carpet. All of the pictures you had seen had used red lipstick, and you debated which lipstick to use for the task.
Maybe the Dior one that Joe had bought you to wear to the premiere of Stranger Things? That night had been fun— it was the first time you had ever gone to an event with Joe, even though you had been together for years, and he had gone all out in order to make sure it was memorable for you. He had rented an expensive Dior dress for you, with chic makeup to match, and he had gifted you the tube of red lipstick with an engraved xx Eddie on the cap as a keepsake. You rarely used it, afraid to damage it or ruin it in any way, and the bullet of the lipstick was still firm and crisp, having been used maybe twice in its whole lifetime. That night, you had partied with the cast, gotten pictures taken with your lover, and lived the high life for the first time ever. It was so much fun, but you definitely could not do it more than once a year.
Or maybe you should use the ancient lipstick that you had bought at Primark the night of your first date with Joe. You had been getting ready to meet the cute guy that you had matched with on Hinge, and you had realized in a panic that you had no lipstick. You rarely wore makeup back then, but you wanted to make an impression on this guy for some reason, so you ran to the nearest store and bought the first lipstick you could find. You were late to dinner and apologized profusely to Joseph, age 25, from South London, but he had smiled and said he didn’t care. “M’just glad you showed up at all,” he said. His chocolate eyes had melted over dinner as he looked at you, and, towards the end of the meal, he said, “You look beautiful, by the way. Like, your pictures on Hinge are nice, but in person, you’re so… You’re stunning.” Of course, you had assumed he was just trying to get in your pants, but he had departed the night with a kiss to your cheek and a wish to see you again, and you knew that he was something special. You couldn’t ever bear to get rid of the, at this point, four year old lipstick, and you kept it buried in the depths of your makeup bag.
Or maybe, just maybe, you should use the Maybelline lipstick that you had been wearing the day that Joe landed his job as Eddie. You had had a job interview that day and had read somewhere that red lipstick conveyed confidence, and you had gone to the interview with little hopes of anything. You were somewhat glad that they didn’t immediately offer you the job, and you knew that waiting for a response was better, but you still felt glum as you slumped back to the flat. You felt unaccomplished and worthless, and you couldn’t even settle fully into the door before Joe had flung his arms around you and spun you around. “Oh, Jesus!” you had cried, and Joe giggled as he kissed you hard, smearing your lipstick all over his own lips. “Joe! What’s happened?”
“I got the job!” he told you, his eyes wild and bright as he held your face. “I just got off the phone with my agent, they want me to be Eddie!”
“They?” you asked. You vaguely remembered a few months ago, how you and Wes had helped Joe prepare for a self-tape for a character named Eddie, but you knew very little about the role or project past that.
“The Duffers,” Joe said. “Stranger Things, Netflix, they want me! They’re offering me a role!”
“Netflix?” you repeated incredulously. “Oh my God! You got it!”
The night had ended with Chinese takeaway, passionate sex, and an email that you had gotten your own job. It was the happiest day you had had in months, and, even though you had no reason to keep that lipstick, you saw it as a good-luck charm.
You couldn’t decide. You wanted to use all of them, because they all represented something different, and you finally uncapped the Dior lipstick. You carefully applied it to your lips, taking care not to make it messy with the lack of mirror, and you collected the white shirt in your hands. Then, you pressed your waxy lips to the white material of the collar, inking in the shape of your lips forever. It looked cute, and you smiled at your work. One kiss mark was downright adorable, but you wanted more, like the ones you had seen, and you kissed right under the lapel of the shirt, pushing hard against your lips to really make sure the lipstick stayed.
At the end, there were probably a dozen kiss marks littering the top of the dress shirt, and you couldn’t control your glee. You just hoped that Joe would like it as much as you did. You got up from the floor and retrieved a makeup wipe, and you wiped up your messy mouth as you padded out to the hallway. “Babe,” you said softly, capturing the wipe in your fist. “Can you come try something on real quick?”
Joe nodded and grunted as he sat up from the couch, and he swiped a quick kiss on your forehead as he passed you to the bedroom. You slipped by him to get there first, and you picked up the shirt and held it out to him. Confusion etched Joe’s face as he looked at the makeup-covered shirt, and he said, “What is this?”
“I saw a Maison Margiela shirt a lot like this,” you explained. “And I thought you’d like it, but I also wanted it to be personal, y’know? Like… I don’t know, I feel dumb now—“
“No, no, don’t do that,” Joe said quickly. “You made this? Is this the shirt you just asked me about a few minutes ago?” You nodded timidly, and Joe smiled softly. “I love it. Will you help me try it on?”
“I mean, you know how it fits,” you started, but Joe wrinkled up his forehead and shook his head.
“I wanna wear it to dinner tonight,” Joe said. “And maybe, like, every other day too. Definitely to an event, so everyone can see how cute and creative you are.”
“Really?” you asked.
“Of course,” Joe said. He shucked his t-shirt over his head, mussing up his messy curls, and you helped him into the buttoned shirt, being careful not to smudge or aggravate the lipstick marks. You dutifully did up the small buttons for him, and you smiled at your handiwork as it laid on Joe’s chest and collarbones.
“Here,” you said, steering him towards the mirror. “How do you like it?”
Joe examined his reflection, his fingers lightly ghosting over the red lips, and he grinned like a child in excitement. “I love it,” he said. “It looks so good.”
“But it fits weird,” you mumbled, tugging at his shirt sleeves. “Does it still pull at your armpits?”
“Yeah,” Joe said. “But I don’t care about that. This is my new favorite shirt.”
“Joe,” you cooed with watery eyes, and you pressed your cheek into his shoulder, kissing his neck gently. “You’re lovely.”
“You’re lovelier,” Joe said. “Making me this? You’re adorable. I love you.”
“I love you too,” you said softly. “My sweet boy.”
Joe did, in fact, wear that shirt to dinner that night, and you couldn’t control your smile all night. Your baby was a chronic outfit-repeater anyway, but the shirt became a regular part of his wardrobe, especially when he was traveling and felt particularly homesick. He would call you with tears in his eyes, saying how much he missed you, and the camera always showed that he was wearing that shirt. Finally, it came time for premieres and things, and, even though you declined being on his arm for the Quiet Place premiere, he had a piece of you with him underneath his suit jacket all night, right over his heart.
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I firmly believe with my whole heart that Joe is a little manwhore in bed. 💀
He’d give you the best head of your life. He wouldn’t stop until you begged him to, constantly latching onto your clit, tongue flickering, lips sucking and teeth nibbling down onto it. Plunging his tongue through your aching hole and lapping up your slick, vibrations go through you at his humming approval. His main goal in life is to please you and when his thick fingers make an appearance and he curls them upward, stretching out your walls slightly, making you hiss yet arch your back in a heavenly state; you could simply die a happy girl.
His communication skills are next level, nothing short of a top tier listening experience. He’d go from whispering sweet nothings in your ear, letting you know how much of a good girl you were to calling you a slut in a minute. He’d praise you yet shame you. He’d love you yet defile you. It’s the best of both worlds. You just know that his moans and little whimpers and above all the full on use of profanities that bounce across the walls during would be enough to make your core explode.
He’d rather give than take, yet you see a whole new side to him when you’re on your knees sucking his length. His submissive side comes out and he’s groaning for you to fuck him with your pretty little mouth and when he practically begs for you to stop and you don’t, the way his breathing hitches and his whimpers become small cries, it’s the most demeaning yet sweetest sound you’ve ever heard. You love to edge him and let him blow up, watching his body shake, toes curl, bottom lip bit down and eyes rolling back is a whole show he puts on, it’s a whole view and it’s worth the watch.
He doesn’t let you ever settle when he pushes inside of you, instead just rams his dick through your sodden entrance and fucks you senseless even if you protested that you couldn’t take anymore, breeding you in any and every position until he was completely spent. It’s evident that he’d worship the ground you walked on and one of his ways to show you is just by railing you into an eternal bliss. He’d still not feel like he’s shown you the true entity of his feelings, but you know you’ve got forever and there’s a whole load more where that came from; no pun intended.
And yes his favourite place to cum is inside of you, but he’s not opposed at making a mess elsewhere on your body, but he loves to see it when you clean up your own and his mess afterwards, sucking on your own and his fingers makes his eyes beam and his smile cheeky when you swallow the contents of your actions.
Just an assumption of course, though also the complete and whole damn truth 😵💫
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Let Me Take Care of You
Pairing: JoeQuinnxReader
Summary: I couldn't stop thinking about how that man needed someone to take care of him after such a long day. And I know how much he cares about his fans. He was so kind but toward the end, everybody was rushed, and I have no doubt he wished he could have taken more time. So, fic idea popped into my head because...yeah, he looked so damn good on Sunday. You're dating Joe and after the chaos of the day, you just want to help your man.
18+ only
The hotel room door opened and in came Joe, looking absolutely drained and exhausted. It had been a whirlwind of a weekend. The U.S. Embassy had misplaced his passport and he almost missed the con in Philly, disappointing thousands of fans. At the last minute, everything worked out, but he’d had to cram three days worth of autographs and photo ops into one day, showing up early and staying late. You’d offered to tag along but he’d insisted on you relaxing as you’d had a late flight the night before and he had his friend, Ollo, there to be by his side throughout the day. Joe was also nervous how his fans might treat you if they found out he was seeing someone. The two of you had kept it under wraps the last few months when you’d seen how some of the fandom had treated Grace. It was awful that someone so sweet had to deal with that kind of toxicity.
You knew Ollo would take care of Joe, making sure he hydrated, got something to eat, and at least got a couple of smoke breaks to keep his nerves steady. But that didn’t stop you from worrying all day. You’d been checking your phone, seeing all the photos people were posting. It hadn’t gone without notice that as the day wore on, Joe’s smile wasn’t quite as wide, those eyes weren’t quite as soft as usual.
You set your phone down, sitting up as he let out a large sigh, dropping onto the edge of the bed in front of you. You gripped the leather jacket in your hands, sliding it down his arms and tossing it onto the chair in the corner. Using your fingers, you kneaded the tense muscles of his shoulders, relishing the pleased groan he released. Your fingers continued, moving along his back and you rested your chin gently on his shoulder, pressing a kiss to the side of his neck. Joe’s hand came to cradle your cheek, his thumb running over your jaw.
“Long day, baby?” you asked.
“The longest,” he answered. “We managed to get everyone done but as the day wore on, they were making me rush. I felt so bad because I couldn’t chat with people or do the poses they wanted. They were telling people no hugs. I feel like they left disappointed.”
“Oh Joe, no,” you assured him, your thumb pressing into a tight knot you felt in his low back. “Your fans understand. I saw so many of the posts today and they were so grateful they had the chance to see you, that you managed to make it even if it was for one day. They understood. None of this was your fault. It sucks that you had to rush people but if you didn’t, everyone might not have gotten their chance to see you.”
“I know, darling. I just hate feeling like I didn’t give them a great experience. And it was such a long day…”
“Did you get a lunch break?”
“Yes, I did,” Joe chuckled, tilting his head, resting it against yours. “I ate, love, no worries. Ollo kept checking in on how much water I was drinking. I got three smoke breaks. It was just a lot. The panel actually felt like a break. I got to sit on a couch and have a good chat. They asked about the Kas theory again.”
You laughed, “Of course they did. Your fans want you back for season five badly. I’m sorry it was such a long day. I know this isn’t how you wanted it, but I am glad Ollo took care of you. Him and I would be having words if not.”
“I have no doubt, my sweet girl. Everyone took very good care of me today.”
“Mmm…well, maybe, but I haven’t had my turn.”
“You’re taking care of me right now,” Joe insisted. “Thank you for the back rub. Standing on that concrete was killer by the end of the day.”
“Oh, I think I can do more than that. My poor boy needs to relax,” you crooned, winding your arms around him, pulling him until he was lying back on the bed. You straddled him, your knees cradling his thighs. “Let me help you relax.”
Joe’s eyebrows raised, a smirk appearing on those sweet, full lips, “Oh yeah?”
“Yeah,” you nodded, bringing your lips to his.
His arms locked around you, crushing your body against his. Your tongue slid along his bottom lip and he caught it with his lips, gently sucking before slipping his tongue along yours, eliciting a gentle moan. You rocked your hips, rubbing your core along his length, your tongue exploring his mouth, loving the sounds of pleasure that rumbled up from his chest.
“Let’s lose this shirt,” you whispered, sitting up and pulling the plain black tee over his head, tossing it across the room.
“And what about your shirt?”
“This isn’t about me right now,” you grinned, your lips tracing the line of his jaw, down the side of his neck. Jesus, he smelled like heaven. “I'm taking care of you, remember?” Your lips continued their path, over his collarbone, nipping gently, his hips thrusting up into yours, creating delicious friction against your already pulsing center.
“Seeing your tits would take care of me. Nothing makes me happier than your jubblies smothering my face.”
“Uh-uh…not yet, my beautiful boy. You just lay back and relax. Let me do all the work tonight.”
You placed open mouthed kisses over his chest, teeth grazing over his nipples. His hand cradled the back of your neck, a low growl falling from his lips. As your tongue flicked over one nipple and then the other, your fingers worked his belt and then the button on his jeans. You continued to slide down his body, placing your feet on the floor. Your tongue followed a path over his abdomen, following the trail of coarse hairs that led right where you intended to go as you gripped his jeans and boxers at the same time, dragging them down his legs and over his feet until he was completely bare to you, his cock standing at attention, pre-cum glistening along the tip.
Kneeling down in between his legs, you gently raked your nails over his thighs and his hips rolled towards you in response, his body letting you know exactly what he needed. Your tongue darted out, capturing the salty release that had already collected.
“Fuck, darling…” he hissed. “Don’t tease. Please.”
“No worries, baby. I am going to help ease all your stress.”
You wrapped your lips around him, working his length, taking as much of him as your throat would allow. He grunted deeply, one hand tangling in your hair as he thrust up into your mouth, the tip of his cock scratching the back of your throat. Wrapping your hand around the base, you moved along him, using your mouth and hand, pleasure shooting to your core as you listened to this beautiful man coming undone because of what you were doing to him.
Sometimes you pinched yourself because you could not believe he was all yours. But here he was, completely at your mercy, groaning, gasping, writhing, and you were the cause of it. You were the one who could help him, who could ease his stress, who could make him feel good. It was a goddamn high.
“Bloody hell…so sodding good…don’t stop, love…just like that…” he panted.
Your other came up to cradle his balls, rolling them along your palm like a pair of dice. Joe growled low, the hand in your hair tightening, pulling, his other hand slamming down against the mattress. Your tongue ran along each side of his cock before taking him fully in your mouth again as you tugged down gently on his balls, squeezing them gently, applying just the right amount of pressure.
“Fuck!” Joe shrieked, bucking up into your mouth as he held your face tightly against him, his release flooding your mouth. His entire body shook beneath you as he went rigid, helpless grunts and moans rolling out of him.
As he relaxed, you carefully released him from your mouth, swallowing and wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. Standing, you smiled down at him, holding his eyes with yours as you slowly removed your shirt, followed by your shorts and panties until you were naked in front of him. Joe’s eyes traveled the length of you, devouring you with his gaze, sending a shock of desire straight to your center, pulsing with need.
You crawled over the top of his body and his hands immediately fell upon you, roaming over your sides, your hips, the curves of your breasts. He grabbed your hips, sliding you up his body until your breasts were directly over his face and then he buried himself between them, deeply moaning, his hands pressing them together against his face.
“Fuck, I love these tits,” he sighed, his mouth exploring every inch, tongue and teeth teasing your nipples into hard little buds.
“Joe,” you breathed, sliding your wetness over his cock until it was hard, ready to go once again. The feel of his erection pressing against your clit had you whimpering, eager for him to fill you.
His hand slid between your bodies, his thumb moving over your clit and you gasped, back arching as you pressed your hands against his chest, sitting up. Joe started with slow circles, moving faster and faster until you were gasping for breath.
“So wet already, darling and I barely did anything for you.”
“Taking care of you works me up,” you breathed, struggling to speak against the intense pleasure coursing through your body as his circles grew smaller, focusing right on your pleasure button. “The way you sound…knowing I can do that…it’s so damn hot. Fuck, I need your cock.”
Reaching between you, you grabbed his cock, lowering yourself onto him slowly until your pelvises were flush together. The two of you moaned simultaneously as you began to slowly rotate your hips in a circle, his cock hitting all the right places that had your stomach tensing, already so close as his thumb continued working magic on you.
“Shit, darling…that’s so good,” Joe praised. “I love watching you ride me.” His free hand caressed your face, thumb running over your lower lip and you caught it between your lips, sucking it into your mouth. “Fuck, you’re so beautiful.”
You sighed, releasing his thumb as you rocked back and forth, hands gripping his shoulders for purchase as you picked up the pace. Joe’s chest rose and fell heavily as he quickly raced toward another climax, his cock twitching within you as you rolled over him. His thumb began moving back and forth, faster over your clit, and you knew he was determined to get you to cum before he did.
“Come on, my beautiful girl,” he urged, one hand now gripping your hip as he moved with you. “Cum for me, darling. Let me see how fucking beautiful you are when you let go.”
“Joe…I…fuck!” you cried, nails digging into the flesh of his shoulders as you shuddered on him, your climax crashing over you.
“That’s it…yes, love,” he grunted, gripping both of your hips, thrusting up into you hard, taking over as you lost all control, moaning his name over and over. Joe’s fingertips dug into your flesh as he held you against him, filling you with his release. “Jesus Christ, darling…” He sighed, falling back on the bed.
You fell forward onto his chest, nuzzling his neck, “Do you feel more relaxed, beautiful boy?”
“So relaxed,” he murmured sleepily. “Fuck, you took everything out of me, love.” His arms wrapped around you and his lips pressed against your forehead. “I am going to sleep like a goddamn baby.”
“Good,” you replied, kissing his shoulder. “I’ll clean us up and tuck you all in.”
You went into the bathroom, getting a warm washcloth that you used to clean the two of you. Joe laid still, eyes closed, breathing deep as you gently wiped him. You tossed the washcloth back in the bathroom and then had to work to get him turned in the bed the right way as he was not much help. Your poor boy was so damn tired.
Laying down next to him, you pulled the blanket over both of you and he whimpered softly in his sleepy state, hands reaching out for you. Joe was a cuddler, always the big spoon. Smiling, you slid toward him with your back to him, those strong arms encasing you, pressing you against his chest, wrapping himself around your body. You sighed happily, burrowing into his arms, inhaling the soothing scent of your favorite person on this planet.
“I love you,” you whispered. “Good night.”
“Mmm…love you…” he mumbled. “Night love.”
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Happy 29th birthday Joseph Quinn x Fem! Reader
➻Wc: 2.1k
➻Warnings 18:
Very Smutty: Cunnilingus, fingering, clit spanking, ass spanking, skin grabbing, biting, scratching, nail digging, nipple sucking, creampies (pls use protection!), daddy kink, squirting, neck sucking. Brief car sex, making out, alcohol use. Slight fluff
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You had bought a new red dress, he always said he liked you in red. You were feeling confident as the day rolled along.
His agent helped you with the plane tickets, the hotel and the other finicky details. All you needed to do was get Joe in the car.
His agent helped you with the plane tickets, the hotel and the other finicky details. All you needed to do was get Joe in the car.
He was lying naked on your bed, gazing at you with those beautiful brown eyes. His hands were grabbing every bit of skin, pulling you right onto his hard throbbing cock.
His hands roughly rubbing your clit, making you gasp and whimper at the sensation. Your legs were positioned either side of him on the bed, his cock was grinding between your folds and teasing your entrance.
You moaned into his mouth as he kissed you, your clit twitching as he slapped it hard. Feeling it pulsate against his skin, his tip edging further and further inside you. Your cunt clenching with every movement of your clit, your nails digging into his skin.
“Fuck baby, I’m going to try to not move until your cunt is dripping wet and begging to be fucked” he growled into your ear.
Making you whimper at his words, biting your lip as he flicked your clit. Feeling it grow wetter and wetter with every movement, his cock twitching inside you.
He brought your nipples closer to his mouth and sucked aggressively on them, feeling you move slowly on his cock from the intense pressure. His fingers still playing with your clit as you rocked back and forth.
“Joe, it feels so good” you whimpered, moving quicker with each moan.
Your cunt was dripping around his cock, pulsating and needing to move. Your nails scratched his chest as he gripped hard onto your hips and slammed your cunt down on his cock.
Listening to you groan as his tip hit into your sweet spot that was feeding your insatiable hunger to be fucked.
He held you down as he began to slam hard into your cunt, the wet sounds flooded his ears. Your clit twitched from the on and off attention it got from being slammed down onto his pelvic bone with every thrust.
Edging you closer and closer to your orgasm, your body shaking, your breath hitched as he gazed at you. Seeing you in such pleasure was the best birthday gift you could ever give him.
''You going to cum all over Daddy's cock for his birthday baby?'' he hummed, the pain from his fingernails made you rock back and forth.
Your moans turned into gasps as your eyes shot open and rolled back as you felt yourself cum. Nodding and whining as you squirted hard over his cock, covering the bed and his thighs.
He smirked, continuing to thrust inside you as you collapsed onto his chest to catch your breath. Your hot and sweaty bodies sticking together as his tip hit your soft spot over and over.
After gaining the energy, your clit clenched around his cock hearing him grunt and groan beneath you gave you the overwhelming feeling of power. Leaning backwards rocking your hips on his tip, it felt sensitive inside as you rode him closer to his orgasm.
''See Daddy, it's your turn to cum. You going to fill this pussy up, Daddy's birthday treat'' you smirked, watching his eyes flash darker as he let you fuck him.
''Oh fuck baby, I'm going to fill your pussy up for my birthday'' he grunted, his cock twitched inside you.
You could feel him trying to refrain from cumming to early but you rode faster and faster until he fucked a thick load of cum inside you. Not stopping until more his cum leaked out, if he got you pregnant right now he really wouldn't mind.
Panting heavily as you fell onto the bed next to him, laughing as he closed his eyes and pretended to snore. He smirked and leant over to kiss you before climbing off the bed and dashing into the bathroom.
As he showered, you organised the rest of the plans with his agent. Your stomach was bubbling with anxiety and excitment, after an hour you both stood on your doorstep as you waited for the car to arrive.
Joe's hand in yours as the blacked out car pulled up, his questioning had begun to annoy you but you hid it well. It was his birthday.
Much to his protesting you forced a black satin blindfold over his eyes as you drove to your first destination.
His favourite restaurant in New York was reserved completely for him as you led him inside.
Watching as his eye lit up with delight at the sight in front of him, you were brought to a table for two overlooking Central Park. You ate lusciously at the restaurant for lunch before taking a stroll through the park.
As it grew closer to the evening, Joe's hand in yours. He pulled you closer to him and kissed you.
''Thank you for a lovely day baby, I have enjoyed it so much'' he grinned, kissing you once more before walking back towards the arranged car.
''It isn't over yet'' you giggled as he fought the black satin blindfold once more.
As he opened the eyes, in front of him was a black tie outfit as you winked at him. He sighed and raised his eyebrows before quickly changing with you in the car, taking your hand as you quickly blindfolded him again and led him into the second venue.
''A bar? oh baby you've out done yourself'' he blushed, resting himself against the bar.
''Not just any bar though baby'' you giggled again, ordering over the bartender for drinks.
''It's the one where we first met'' you both spoke in unison, laughing as your lips smashed together.
The bartender took your drinks as you both remised about your first meeting, you were in a similar outfits which when he noticed his eyes shone even brighter and kissed you harder.
Pushing you hard against his body as his tongue slid into your mouth just as the bartender placed down the drinks in front of you and waited for your payment. Playfully fighting Joe with your card, you won and teased him about it being 'his day'.
You spent just under 2 hours at the bar before you shoved another blindfold over his eyes and shoved him into the car again. His tipsy protesting made you laugh as you dragged out in front of the final venue of the night.
His hand in yours as undid his blindfold, the fancy restaurant was full of live and bright lights. Round the corner all your friends sat around the table, raising their glasses and cheering at the sight of you both.
Joe grinned happily pulling you in for a hot kiss in front of everyone, causing more loud cheers from your friend group before sitting down.
You had arranged a set menu for the whole group with your friends paying ahead, spending a couple of hours with the group before giddily being pushed into the restaurant toilets by Joe.
His hands were all over you as he grinded your clit against his hands, heavy breathing against your face as he kissed you and smirked.
''I have wanted to fuck you since I saw you in that red dress'' he smirked, nibbling onto your neck where his words were mumbled.
''Joe, why don't we sneak out the back? Everyone else is going to go home soon anyway'' you winked, pointing towards the signs on the wall.
A bottle of champagne clinked in your bag as you ran out the staff delivery door giggling with Joe as the cool air hit your faces. The blacked out car started at the sight of you, still giggling as you jumped inside.
His hands were on you as he pushed you onto the backseats of the car, pinching and biting every bit of skin. His rock hard cock pressing against your skin as he lifted up your dress, pulling down your underwear and dropping them onto the floor. He found your clit and sucked softly onto it as the car pulled to a stop, giggling he stopped and stepped out the car.
Your clit throbbing from the brief attention, picking up your belongings and rushed after him. Once inside, his clothes were scattered across the house following them upstairs. Biting your lip as your eyes fell upon his completely naked body once more.
His hands grabbed you and pushed you hard onto the bed, your ass up in the air as his head buried deep between your thighs. Sucking your clit hard as your hips rocked in his face, his fingers played with your opening before sliding them one by one inside you.
Gasping at the pleasure as you rode his fingers hard, pushing your cunt against his face dampening his beard as he edged you closer to your orgasm. Your legs trembling as your head buried deeper into the bed, your moans were loud and quick.
Your eyes rolled back as your body shook, his fingers curling deeper and deeper inside you until you felt yourself squirt all over his face. His fingers continuing to slide in and out of you faster each time until you felt like screaming, your body twitched hard as you felt yourself cum for the second time.
Smirking to yourself, he let you fall onto the bed for second as he stroked his cock and positioned it between your entrance and teased your clit before sliding it inside.
Pulling you closer, he pushed your head back into the bed as his hands spanked hard onto your ass cheeks. His cock sliding in and out of you from behind, the bed rocked as you gripped onto the bed covers for minimal support.
''Fuck Joe, my cunt is so sensitive please be kind to me'' you practically screamed into the bed covers.
He laughed which rippled against your body as he thrusted harder into your dripping cunt, watching it slide in and out of you. Spanking your ass hard, enjoying the feeling as it rippled against his cock.
Panting “fuck, fuck, fuck” hard as you slid back onto his cock from behind, his fingers scratching your back as you continued to thrust back onto his cock until his moans turned into whimpers.
His hands gripped onto your hips and slammed your cunt hard onto his cock, not letting you move a muscle from the speed as his cock made your cunt wetter and wetter.
Your body shook as he thrusted harder into your cunt until you felt yourself cum for the third time that night. Squirting harder onto his cock, the sounds of your cum hitting his body and coating the bed.
He kept fucking your cunt until you felt like you couldn’t cum anymore, his fingernails hurt your hips as he groaned hard. His head tipped back as his eyes shut tightly, his cock twitched as it hit your walls hard.
“Fuck baby, Daddy is going yo fill your cunt up even more today.” He moaned pathetically as his body began to slow down his thrusts.
You rocked your hips weakily on his cock as he twitched more quickly inside you, his body shook as he came hard inside you. Not stopping completely until the mixture of your cum seeped out your sore and swollen cunt.
He hummed as he leant backwards, watching the cum slide out you with his cock. His fingers slid between your entrance, dipping inside you and lifting out the cum mixture.
Sucking it slightly off his fingers before lifting your head up and forcing his fingers in your mouth until you gagged. Making sure you tasted it too.
He spanked your ass and clit hard until you whimpered with overstimulation and exhaustion. Kissing down your body as he let you collapse onto the bed.
His body snaked around yours from behind, gripping hard onto your body as his head nestled into your neck and hummed.
“I love you baby, thank you for today. We both got some treats today” he kissed your head and neck as he felt you fall asleep quickly in his arms.
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Joseph Quinn 11
A/N - I love this! Thanks for requesting this, friend!
On The Line
Summary - Being Joe's oldest friend also means you have to wonder if it's just a friendship.
Warnings - Just some fluff :)
“You look cute when you blush, you know that?”
Your friend and secret crush, actor Joe Quinn, looked up from his phone as you grinned next to him in your chair. The flushness on his cheeks was evident, along with his big brown eyes that were locked with yours. You giggled, noting how you almost caught him in an act when he was merely scrolling through his phone.
“I wasn’t blushing! It was…hot out,” he explained as you chuckled and pointed out the window behind the pair of you.
“It is literally snowing outside as we speak, are you joking?” You asked, Joe looking out the window to see the fat snowflake hitting the wall and cascading down to the ground. He looked back at you with a raised brow.
“Well, it was warm in my car when I came here, so back off,” he replied lightly, you laughing at his antics. You leaned over to brush your shoulder with his own, again getting his attention as you spoke, “So…anyone in your love life that I should know about?”
“Not at all,” He smoothly replied, but you could hear the undone of his voice that he was fully not telling the truth. Of course, he wouldn’t tell you about his crush, much to your dismay since you were trying to figure out your feelings for your friend. For how many years you two have known each other, long before Joseph became popular as an actor thanks to Stranger Things. You and Jose grew up together in school, being good friends and hanging onto the friendship through thick and thin. But of course, there were always times when you thought the line of friendship would blur into romance. Joe was a great guy, not a bad bone in his body with a shocked sense of humor and a humbled nature about his career and where he wanted to go.
He never pushed you away when his career was taking off, though some of his other friendships blew off in the wind. Joe held onto yours tight, talking to you constantly on the phone and hanging out together when he had downtime. You knew he was busy as hell, much more so when Stranger Things made him into a sensation. He would call you to either chat up, vent or simply grow deeper in your friendship together. And of course, being the great friend that you were, you would pick up the phone every time. Grabbing dinner with him when he needed an escape, joining him on a quick weekend getaway when he needed to decompress from his stressful schedule.
You were simply being a friend, but the blogs and gossip columns were thinking otherwise.
Most of what they were saying was in fact false and harsh, not to mention the pictures the paparazzi would take when you two were out and about together. It was hard to read at times and simply nearly impossible to swallow down, and no matter how many times Joe would reassure you that they never bothered him, it did to you. Maybe because you were still in denial about your feelings for him, never seeing it as a possibility in the future of your two being an item together. Plus you’ve only heard horror stories of people dating actors and stars, most of the relationships burning to the ground and not lasting longer than a few months. The last thing you wanted to do was to jeopardize the friendship you two have had for over a decade.
But how long were you going to be in denial?
“Alright, if you don’t feel like telling me then, and here I thought we were close…” You replied in a light tease as Joe chuckled and chucked his phone on the couch. He eyed him, seeing you give him the mocked cold shoulder.
“We are, trust me. You’re one of the closest friends I have,” he rescued you, pausing for a brief moment before he spoke again, “I’d rather iron it out on my own before telling you since your opinion on who I date is important to me,”
You just smiled and nodded your head, “Fine, fine. Keep your crush to yourself then. But whoever they are, they’re lucky.”
As you walked off to retrieve your book, Joe was watching you with a small smile on his lips. You had no idea he was cooking up a plan to ask you on a date, to leave his own heart on the line for you.
The End.
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