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glittter-vamp · 1 year

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E.R Visits | J.B

Warnings/AN: mention of accidents. mentions of injurires. minor adult language. mention of medications. This is pretty longgg. Fluffly joe w/ a bit of angsty reader. sorry if i missed any mistakes.

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You rode in the ambulance to the hospital after getting T-boned on your way back home from work. A guy in a pick up truck had ran the red light and unfortunately had hit you. You were still conscious but in so much pain in your chest, head and arm. "We're almost there honey!" The blonde EMT says to you. This was not how you wanted to spend your friday. You were eager to go home and watch your Fiancé Joe play the last preseason game before the kick off game here in cinncy was had for the 2023 NFL games next week. Now you were worried that you had internal bleeding, severe head injury and broken bones. The ambulance finally makes it to the hospital and the nurses immediately take over and take you into a room where they check you out. They do a bunch of tests, take X-Rays and MRI's leaving you in a room in the ER. After a while of just sitting there your sister and mom come in running.

"Oh my god! Honey! What- What happened?" Your mom asks with tears in her eyes. "Some asshole ran the red light." You scoff. "Oh my god...where are the doctors?" Your sister asks. "They just took me in for X-Rays and an MRI. I have broken ribs and a broken arm." You sigh. "Knock- Knock!" You hear someone say and you see a doctor and nurse walk in. "Hey doc, this is my mom and sister." You say to her. "Woah, you three could be triplets!" She jokes. "So, good news, no internal bleeding, just a minor concussion. We're going to wrap up your arm and rib though and keep you over night for observation okay?" She says writing away on her clipboard while the nurse prepares stuff for the cast. "Oh thank god." Your mom sighs in relief.

After a very painful process of getting wrapped up and put into a cast they take you upstairs to a proper room. You meet the nursing staff that's going to look after you and you ask your mom for the time. "It's 7:14" She says checking her phone. "It's almost kickoff, can you tune into the game?" You ask your mom but when she tries to turn on the TV, it doesn't do anything. "Sorry sweetie." Your mom pouts. You didn't have your phone because it got lost somewhere in the wreck. "Okay...so I was able to to reach someone in Bengals management, they were going to do their best to get a hold of Joe because I tried calling him and he wasn't answering." Your sister says. "Yeah he leaves his phone in his locker an hour before the game." You say. "This fucking sucks." You sigh. "It'll be okay honey, the important thing is that you're still here." My mom says getting emotional. "Let's... go get a coffee." Your sister says to your mom giving you a look of " I got this." They leave the room and at some point you fall asleep.

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You feel the door of the room slowly open and your eyes open slowly wondering who was entering. You see blurry the first few blinks and can only make out a tall large figure but your eyes adjust and you almost gasp when you see who it was. "Joe?" You say trying to sit up but your were met with immediate pain making you wince. "Hey woah...stay how you are. Don't go hurting yourself even more now." Joe says softly coming over to sit next to you. You couldn't believe he was here. 'How hard did I hit my head?' You think to yourself.

What the hell are you doing here?" You ask clearly still drowsy from the pain medication. "Well I walked onto the field just to be told my Fiancé was in a car accident and left taking the next flight out of Massachusetts I could find." He says looking at you. His eyes were red and full of worry and stress. "Sorry I ruined your game." You say. "You're kidding right?" He asks looking at you in disbelief. "Y/N... you were in an accident. That game was the last thing I cared about, plus it's a preseason game many QB's sit out on them." He says. You knew that was lie, football always came before everything and anyone. It even came before him but you just remained quiet not wanting to turn this into a fight.

"Where are my mom and sister?" You ask realizing they weren't here anymore. "They just left, met them downstairs. The security guy didn't want to let me in because it's after visiting hours, so your mom and sister went off on him. "Must be a browns fan." You say making Joe chuckle. "I'm so glad you're okay, I don't ever think I've felt that fear before after I was told you had been in an accident." Joe says and you look over to him. "You getting soft on me Burrow?" You tease him and he gives you a small smile. "You should go home and get some rest, I'll most likely get out of here in the morning anyway." You say. "I'm not leaving you." He scoffs. "Yeah you can't leave anyway..." you bite your lip and he raises his eyebrow at you. "I was in your car..." you say and he laughs. "I know, my insurance called me." He nods.

******************* "Okay... nice and easy..." Joe says as he helps you sit down on the couch. You were finally home. Your mom picked you guys up from the hospital and since you couldn't get up the stairs due to your broken ribs and aching body, Joe had set up the couch nicely for you with pillows and blankets. "Your sister should be here with the food any minute, I'm gonna run out to get her prescription. Do you guys need anything?" Your mom asks. "Can you bring oreos, double stuffed. Someone here ate them all last week." You say looking at Joe who just shrugged. "Sure thing honey, I'll be back." She says patting your shoulder.

"Don't you have practice today?" You ask Joe as he hands you the tv remote. "I told coach I'm going to be out all week." He says. "Joe, the season is about to officially start. You can't miss practice." You say looking at him. "You took off three weeks of work when I tore my ACL, what's the issue?" He shrugs. "Yeah my job that has two other people also doing my same job. You can't miss practice or the first game this week Joe. Yo have a whole team counting on you" You shake your head.

"Well, thankfully that's not your decision to make. Now just relax, I have to go call my lawyers and insurance company, apparently the guy was wasted so we're taking this to court." He says getting his phone out of his pocket. "You don't have to do all that, it's just a car- The hell I don't, Y/N. You could of been killed! This isn't about the damn car, now it's really making me upset how much you think I care more about football and the damn car than I do the woman I'm set to marry next summer." He says obviously upset and trying to maintain his voice down and not yell. He leaves you in the living room and you sigh.

You will admit you did feel like shit thinking this way about him now. You knew better than to think this way about him. You sit there channel surfing and you stop on a sports channel that was talking about Joe. They mentioned you and the accident and show a clip of the moment he gets told on the field about what happened to you. He immediately went pale in the face and you can tell by reading his lips that he said "don't fuck with me like that." And he ran off back into locker room.

"We've gotten word that he might be out this first game which could mean a possible bad start to the Bengals seas-" you shit off the tv and look down at your cast. "Hello, hello... I come with lunch." You hear your sister enter the house. "I'm in the living room!" You call out. Your sister makes her way in the living setting the bags of food and drinks on the coffee table. "Where is everyone?" She asks. "Moms at the pharmacy getting my pain meds and Joe's somewhere talking to his lawyers." You sigh. "Oh, good!" She says. "You're behind this lawsuit train too?" You ask as she hands you the burrito bowl you asked her to get. "Of course, you could of been killed? And not you definitely someone else. There was a group of high school kids walking to the football game at the intersection the asshole hit you." She shakes her head.

"Why are you so moody today?" She asks. " I don't know...I guess I feel guilty for fucking up Joe's start to the season. It's like he can't catch a break, every season something fucking happens. Plus I totaled his fucking Porsche..." you sigh. "Well you're being dramatic, shit happens it's life. We only care that you're here. We can replace a car & he'll have many other games." She says. "How kind of you." You shake your head. "I'm just being honest, you found a man that loves you and cares for you and you're gonna be mad at him for prioritizing his soon to be bride? Don't make me break your other arm." She says making you laugh.

Joe comes back into living room thanking your sister for the food and taking a seat at the other end of the couch. "No problem, I gotta get going. Mom duties call." She says. "I thought this was a dad weekend?" You ask confused. "It was but he has a business trip so I gotta go pick up the kids today." She sighs grabbing her purse. As she was leaving your mom comes in. "Damn mom, you went grocery shopping for them or something?" You sister says bidding you all goodbye before stepping out of the house. "Mom, what'd you buy?" You sigh hearing the many plastic bags in her hands as you see Joe shaking his head chuckling. He knew better than to so say anything to her about buying stuff for a house she doesn't even live in, mostly because his mom is the type to do it as well. You couldn't turn to look at her but you could kind of see her in the reflection of the turned or tv.

"I noticed you guys were running low on some stuff so I grabbed a few things. Now here are your meds, take them." Your mom comes to hand you the bag and you open it reading the bottle first. You take one pill out but realized you couldn't reach the drink your sister has left for you on the coffee table. Joe notices and he quickly stands up and hands it to you. "Thank you." You say taking the medication with a sip of the iced tea and hand it back to him. You could tell he was just a bit upset from earlier and you wanted to apologize but now while your mom is here because you knew she'd insert her two cents in.

"Okay, you guys are stocked up. Do you need anything else? I can do any laundry- mom we're fine. Thank you for helping us out but we're good, go get some rest because I know you haven't slept." You say. "You sure? What if you need help using the bathroom or bathing?" She asks. "Well, I'm sure Joe could assist me better with both those things than you can mom." Your chuckle since your mom was a very petite woman. "Okay... you put those football muscles to work when you help her! I don't want my baby falling in the shower or anything." Your mom says to Joe and you roll your eyes. "Yes ma'am, football muscles have been activated." He says making you shake your head. "Okay well, I'll see you guys later. I guess I'll call you on his phone right?" Your mom asks. You still hadn't gotten back your phone and wasn't sure when or if that was possible. "Yeah or I have my iPad and can FaceTime you there." You say to her and she nods giving you a kiss on top of the head. She bids you two a goodbye and leaves out the door.

"Sorry about her." You say to Joe finally eating your food. "You don't have to apologize for her, she's pretty tame compared to my mom." He chuckles taking a sip of his drink. "I don't know, her basically wanting to bathe me kind of hit it of out the park." You laugh but wince as the pain in your rib. "Are you forgetting how my mom acted when I tore my ACL. She literally WALKED in on me showering when I was able to use the shower chair and hop in and out of the shower by myself. She insisted on checking up on me every 5 minutes to insure that I hadn't fallen and cracked my skull open." He shakes his head. "Oh yeah... I remember telling her that you'd be fine & was sure you knew what you were doing and she replied with 'I know my son' and proceeded to head to the bathroom. Which basically means... she called you clumsy." You chuckle and he shakes his head.

Once you finish your food Joe takes the trash and throws it away from you. You decided to pick a movie to watch and settle on a thriller. Joe comes back to the spot he was at you look over to him. "Why are you sitting so far away?" You ask and he shrugs. You pat the cushion next to you and he makes his way over to you. "Can I?" He asks signaling to lay his head on your lap like always. You nod patting your thigh with your good arm. As soon as his head touched your thigh you winced and he immediately say up making you laugh but the laughing it self actually making you wince in pain because of your ribs. "That's not funny!" he says looking at you like a father would their kid when they do something they're not supposed too. "Oh so it's only funny when you do it?" You raise an eyebrow and he sits there with a serious face knowing he did the same to you when he tore his ACL. He then slowly lays back down in defeat.

"I'm sorry for the way I've been acting by the way." You say to Joe and he turns to look up at you. "It's okay, I wasn't all that nice at first either after I had my injury., it's tough being injured" he says. "Yeah but this is different, I was being a bitch because you were actually being a good partner like what type of shit is that?" You shake your head. "I over heard you and your sister about feeling guilty about ruining the start to my season. You have no reason to feel guilty Y/N, it's not like you intentionally got into an accident. Plus... I can admit that in the past I might of put football over both of us, so I can see why you think it's weird for me to actually stay home and care for you...that's my fault and I need to work on that because the reality is football isn't going to be forever but you are." he says and you couldn't help but get a bit teary eyed hearing say that. "When did you become so mushy and good with words?" You say wiping away tears. "When I felt like my whole world ended getting the news you were in an accident." Joe says sitting up. He gives you a sweet tender kiss and wipes your tears away. "Love you." he smiles. "Love you too...now can you use that love and get me some oreos and milk?" You say making him laugh. "Sure thing babe." He says giving you one more kiss and getting up from the couch.

The rest of the week Joe spent taking care of you, from cooking (and by cooking you meant calling his chef to make all your favorites) to helping you shower to getting dressed to getting upstairs and downstairs or in and out of bed. And it just made you realize you couldn't wait to spend forever with him.

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happeehippie · 3 months

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instagram j.b.

summary: follow joe and his fiance evie as they go through his football career.

*face claim is Yasmin Quintana*

series masterlist.

breezyevie

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breezyevie: pics i sent my mom this week

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user: im sorry what did we do to deserve this?

> breezyevie: i want to post more life stuff!

eviesmomma: i love you two!

> breezyevie: we love you mama!

user: not the love note 😢

> breezyevie: jb is the best.

user: someone needs to take away your ig. i’m sick of seeing ur bf.

> breezyevie: fiancé

joeyb_9: you look pretty everyday.. fyi.

> breezyevie: you are the loml.

user: my dream

millyg: you make me sick.

> breezyevie: envy is a disease. 🤪

user: i’m blocking you.

breezyevie

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breezyevie: GameDey! me and mills are ready for the divisional round

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user: i’ll be there tailgating atleast

user: seriously how much orange do you own

> breezyevie: i don’t think i can answer.

user: let’s get it! WHO DEY

joeyb_9: make sure you bring your helmet.

> breezyevie: i’ll be ready to save the day if needed.

user: yaaaaasss my fav!

millyg: i just want to make it clear that i am an eagles/chargers fan and i don’t own cincy merch.

> breezyevie: i tried to get her to wear some of mine. she says she’s no bandwagon.

joeyb_9

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joeyb_9: King in the North

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user: i know a gangster when i see one

user: you’re a pos.

bengals: 👑

user: the hardest post of all time

breezyevie: king of my heart. 💗

> user: the tswift reference 😭

> user: i knew i could count my queen to be a swiftie

> breezyevie: all of the best people are.. except joe. 🫠

user: joe is so fine tbh

user: joe cool.

lahjay10_: my boy 💪🏽💪🏽

breezyevie

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breezyevie: there is nothing i love more than watching my joey do the damn thing. #whodey

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user: i love him

> breezyevie: he’s just the best

user: him not posting pics of you is a red flag

> breezyevie: i’m not sure why this bothers y’all so much.

millyg: i’m obsessed with you

> breezyevie: nooo. i love you.

user: queen of the afc

> breezyevie: stop it right now!

user: be honest did you pick joes game day fit?

> breezyevie: 👀

user: how does it feel to be dating the best qb in the history of the nfl?

> breezyevie: my joey. 🧡

joeyb_9: always supporting me 🤍

user: you’re like obsessed with him.

> breezyevie: i am.

joeyb_9

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joeyb_9: “Cartier glasses I won’t even peek at you”

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bengals: Icon

user: if you’re ever feeling down with ur busted gf let me know

> millyg: let’s respect my girl. they’ve been together for almost six years, he don’t care about you.

> user: they are engaged now, get a life.

user: jacket goes HARD

lahjay10_: you bad ass!

user: work it joe

breezyevie: best dressed qb in the league?

> joeyb_9: with a little help. 👀

user: this guy has no clue 🤣

user: i was unaware of the swag

millyg: drip

breezyevies ig stories

#bengals #cincinnati bengals #joe burrow #joe burrow imagine #joe burrow x reader #nfl #nfl imagine #joe burrow insta au #joe burrow instagram

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betterthanburrow · 3 months

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Birthday in Cancun - Instagram AU

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Bengals: It's the season finale 🫡

Canvus Game Poster l @.drinkcanvus

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username1: i don’t think i’ve been so not excited for a football game in my life 😕

username2: well it can’t get worse than it is…

username3: if The Bengals don’t win this game against the Back-Up Browns… i’m becoming a chiefs fan.

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yourinstagram: last Bengals’ 🏈 game of the season!

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username1: the prettiest NFL wag!

username2: @.joeyb_9 you’re a lucky man.

username3: 😍😍😍

username4: the NFL should show you on the TV as much as they show Taylor Swift at the Chiefs games.

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Bengal_Central: this is what we’re all hoping for the New Year (video from @.yourinstagram IG Story).

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username1: 2024 WILL BE JOE’S YEAR!

username2: i love how even though Joe isn’t playing on the football field, she is still showing up to support The Bengals at all of the games!

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Cincy_News: When Bengals QB was asked by reporters during the press conference about what are his plans for the off-season, Joe Burrow answered that it’s still going to be some time before he’s able to test the ability of his right wrist.

But for right now he said that he’ll be enjoying the beginning of the off-season after the rough few months out of Ohio, spending quality time with the most important person in his life… then when he returns back to Ohio, it’ll be time to start focusing on the 2024 football season.

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username1: i can’t be mad at him for wanting to get out of Ohio as fast as he can… nobody truly likes Ohio.

username2: i wonder where he’s taking a trip too 🤔

↳ username3: maybe Cancun with the rest of the NFL teams that failed to make it to the playoffs?!

↳ username4: apparently it’s his girlfriend’s birthday in the next couple of days… they’re probably taking advantage of the fact that The Bengals aren’t in the playoffs to be able to enjoy her birthday somewhere other than a restaurant in Cincinnati.

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Bengals: We appreciate you, Who Dey Nation!

See ya back in The Jungle in August 🫡

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username1: Bengals fan until i DIE!

username2: it’s a bittersweet ending… but next season WILL BE THE BENGALS’ SEASON!

username3: WHO DEY FOREVER!

username4: i’ve never been more impatient for the next football season to start in my life.

yourinstagram story

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yourinstagram: the Cancun Island ☀️

photo credits: @.joeyb_9

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yourbestfriend: i’m glad you’re enjoying the sun because the weather in Ohio is too cold to handle.

↳ yourinstagram: that’s why Joe and I left Ohio as fast as possible… we knew the cold weather was coming.

username1: hope you’re having fun on the B-Day Trip!

username2: don’t let Joe do anything stupid during the trip… we need him to be healthy for next season!

username3: Ohio misses you and Joe!

username4: 🤤🤤🤤

username5: have you seen any other football players on the Cancun Island?!

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joeyb_9: Sorry for the missed time. Return of the Jedi….

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username1: football is boring to watch without you!

username2: MVP WILL BE YOURS NEXT SEASON!

username3: it’s all in the NFL script…

yourinstagram: you’re such a nerd 🙄

↳ joeyb_9: please let me make my Star Wars references in peace.

↳ yourinstagram: you posted this while laying on a lounge chair by the beach in Cancun… you’re at peace.

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NFLWAGS_Updates: we’re all wishing that we had a boyfriend like Joe Burrow (@.joeyb_9) right now.

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username1: who knew Joe Burrow is a romantic?!

username2: my favorite NFL couple!!!

username3: one thing about Joe, he’s going to get his girl a pretty bouquet of flowers.

username4: the stick notes of all the things he loves about her in a heart shape on the bathroom mirror 🥹

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yourinstagram: the best birthday a girl could ask for!

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yourbestfriend: HAPPY BIRTHDAY ❣️

username1: happy birthday 🥳

username2: happy b-day to you!

NFLWAGS_Updates: happy birthday to our favorite Bengals WAG 🧡 hope you’re having the best time in Cancun with Joe!

username3: happy birthday 🎂

username4: happy birthday!!!

joeyb_9: your birthday isn’t over yet, there’s still a lot of things on the “to do” list to do…

↳ yourinstagram: you just love to spoil me 🥹

↳ joeyb_9: anything to make the birthday girl happy!

Author’s Note:

a birthday themed Instagram AU because i’m publishing this Instagram AU on my birthday!

if you have an Instagram AU Request, send the IG AU Request to my Inbox and i’ll try to get the Requested Instagram AU published as fast as i can!

thank you all for the love and support! 🤍

#Joe Burrow #NFL #CFB #LSU Tigers #Cincinnati Bengals #Joe Burrow Fanfiction #Joe Burrow Fanfic #Joe Burrow Fic #Joe Burrow x Reader #Joe Burrow x OC #Joe Burrow x Y/N #Joe Burrow Instagram #Joe Burrow Instagram AU #NFL Fanfiction #NFL Instagram

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mvltisstuff · 6 months

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hi!! omg so would you ever mind doing a one-shot where buck is like capital W Wasted and is flirting with reader (but reader has always had a crush on him) so when he complements them they’re all like “buck, you’re being mean.” and he’s all offended and confesses everything but the reader isn’t too sure how real it is?

you can 100% control the ending, your vision is so *chefs kiss*

THANK YOU SO SO MUCH !

i wish you were sober - e.b

summary: request

evan buckley x reader

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a/n: i’m so sorry this is like weeks late, but i hope it’s enjoyed regardless. 🫶

as if she were a high school freshman seeing the QB of varsity football that she never, ever had a chance with, y/n’s heart would dangerously speed up whenever buck walked into the room. let alone when he did anything. if he brushed past her, or if he placed a hand on her shoulder, it left y/n begging to not be left crumbling on the floor. she could tell buck knew, too, but both their egos stood in the way. y/n was just too embarrassed to let the words come out of his mouth, and buck figured he would ruin anything between them. so, he left it where it was. he didn’t touch her or try to turn a new light on.

he did, however, know how to drink, and he knew it all too well.

he’s not an alcoholic, but he knows how to have a good time with the right amount of shots and continuously ordering more drinks for everyone. everyone watched his intake get bigger and more, but they didn’t both to stop him. if buck wants to have a good time and let loose by drinking, they just have to let him or even join him.

usually, y/n has no problem ordering her cocktail and sitting at the bar with her coworkers. but recently, it’s all be off like a glitch in the system. nothing has been the same since she noticed the pounding in her chest and the screaming in her mind whenever buck walked into the room. seriously, it was becoming a problem. she needed to cool it down, and she was scared of what might happen if she let her courage be defined by liquor.

“can someone tell y/n to drink, please? i can’t stand to see her wallowing in the corner.” chimney asks, dipping his chip into the salsa before shoving it into his mouth.

“don’t act like you wouldn’t be prying the glass out of my hands. besides, i barely got the drinking memo, i just wanted to go home!”

“what’s got you all moody?” eddie teases.

“i’m not moody,” y/n grumbles, taking a sip of the drink she surely doesn’t want, but the tipsy buck had ordered it for her. eddie turns around, shaking his head and getting up to grab another beer from the counter. “where is buck, anyway?”

“he kinda ran off somewhere, we think he’s trying to get his friend who works here a discount because he knows him.” chimney tells y/n, nodding off to whichever direction buck might have went in.

y/n’s always happier when bucks around, whether she wants to admit it or not. he’s like a bug, clinging to you but in the best was possible, a way that makes you want him to never go away. the buzz in your ear is never obnoxious, and he somehow manages to make you feel so much lighter in the world.

but, tonight, y/n’s not sure if she wants him around. she doesn’t want to watch his relentless charm go over everyone in the bar, knowing that he’ll never want her the same way. it’s getting exhausting, watching girls hang off of him knowing that buck will never be y/n’s.

still, buck manages to find his firefly, his closest friend (he won’t admit that it’s more).

he swoops into her conversation and tries to bring his usual brightness back, but she just seems frustrated with him. the air between them feels tense and as if y/n fears him, or resents him. she can’t let herself go around him anymore.

“y/nnnn!” buck drags out, leaning on his hand which rests on the shiny bar.

“what, buck?” she turns her head, only the corner of her mouth lifting up to play along with his antics.

“come on, i think i deserve a whole smile, huh? we both know how pretty it is.”

“what?” she stumbles over her words, unable to figure out why he’s suddenly doing this.

“i love making you laugh, y/n, because i just get to see your cute face light up.”

“buck, what are you talking about-“ y/n laughs, but she’s silently letting her heart crack more at every word he says. she can’t handle him saying this and then leaving it to be false reality. he keeps going. he doesn’t stop. the compliments are consistent, and normally they’d be appreciated.

tonight is different.

tonight, y/n doesn’t feel like listening to buck make up fake things to say about her. she doesn’t feel like listening to things that he’ll forget about in the morning. things that mean the world to her, but nothing to him.

she finds herself sneakily lurking outside the bar, her coat on and the light wind biting at her nose. LA doesn’t normally get too cold, but the chilliness in the air is making her rub her hands together anxiously for warmth. she dials through her phone, searching for her uber app in any way to get home.

“you think you’re sneaky? why you leaving?” buck hiccups, his thick soles crunching the pebbles beneath his feet.

“i’m going home, buck. i’m not playing this game tonight.”

“what game? we can play games, we can play pool!”

“you barely have enough coordination to stand here, i doubt you can play pool.”

“alright, well, goodnight to you, too. what did they put in your drink?”

“have you ever thought that you’re the problem?”

“oh, way too often, pretty girl,”

“stop,” she whispers.

“why?”

“don’t say that. that’s just mean, buck.”

“what’s mean? the fact that i love you or the fact that we’re standing out here in the cold when we could be having fun inside?”

“buck, enough.”

“i’ll say it again, i love you! i don’t know who else has to hear it for you to listen to me!”

“stop saying that! you’re the one playing a fucking game with me. you’re saying all this to flatter me and then tomorrow, you’re gonna wake up as if nothing happened. you’re gonna remember the shots you took, not the words you threw at me.”

his drunken eyes start to fall, looking deadly as he stares y/n in the eye. “but what if i mean it?” he says, his voice having a tinge of sadness to it.

“i don’t believe you.”

“you should.”

“well, that doesn’t fix everything, buck. if you really love me, tell me when you’re sober.”

she turns on her heel with her freezing hands in her pockets, and the image of her genuinely angelic face fades out of sight. the only thing that buck is left with is the sounds of car tires crunch against the cold concrete and a decision to make.

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malewgtfstories · 6 months

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Chub…

** Warning Contains Racism ** (the racist gets what he deserves 😉😉😉) The beginning of a new school year was meant to be a time to catch up with your friends and learn new things. But to many others, it was a time to show off their rocking hot new body. Many people slaved away in the gym just for the aesthetics of it. That was the case for Greg. He had been working on his abs all summer and was excited to show them off.

Greg was known to be an entitled racist white boy who hated all the Hispanics at his school. He hated them with a burning passion always bullying one when he had the opportunity. He hated how hairy they were. They hated their curly hair, their loudness, their protruding stuffed bellies, he hated how lazy they were, and how dumb they were. He hated it all. The only thing he liked about them was their conservative views. As the school year started, he knew he had to face the people he hated the most. His worst nightmare had just begun. He stepped onto the school bus with the hope that one of the people on the bus would be white. To his dismay, he saw only shades of brown in the bus. He hated every second he was on the bus. As the bus hit the brakes opened to doors to let students out Greg was the first to leave. He pushed all the Hispanic kids out of his way. Little did he know he had pushed the wrong kid. A new kid who seemed to appear out of nowhere. His name was Juan, and he was notorious for being lazy, dumb, hairy, and most importantly fat. Every quality Greg hated.

Greg buried to his first class where he sat with his best friend Jack the best QB of their high school. He shared the same opinions as Greg did. Greg took up most of their first period venting about how much he hated the "fat illegal slobs" that attended his school. Jack agreed. Through all their anger they didn't realize that Juan was in their class ears-doping their conversation. He had a little plan for Greg and knew what to do.

Later that day,

With lunch approaching Greg was starving and wanted something to eat. Juan knew this and set his plan into action. Greg was stuck with the hard question of choosing between a PB&J or a pizza. Greg chose a pizza and found his seat at an empty table. Juan waddled his way to him. Greg noticed him and rolled his eyes as he felt the table groan when Juan sat down. Juan stared deep into Greg's eyes. This pissed off Greg and told him "What do you want you fat dirty Mexican pig?" "Nothing much", replied to Juan. "If that's it get lost. I don't want you to steal my food". "Well, I came to offer you something. It's really good I promise". "Ughhhhh. Ok, but you better leave after" a long pause "Well? what is it?" "Well if you insist." Juan pulls out a big juicy taco. When Greg laid his eyes on the taco, he knew something was off. He felt his stomach churn. A sudden wave of fear came over him. He rejected the offer. But Juan told him "If you want me to leave you have to eat it. Every single bite". With fear and his lip trembling, he took the first bite. It was an explosion of taste. His taste buds were in haven. He loved the mixture of salty and spicy. He took another bite and then it was all gone. He was hypnotized by the taste. He thirsted for more. As soon as he began to eat it, it quickly finished. He looked at Juan with hunger in his eyes and asked for more. Juan quickly complied and gave him taco after taco. With each one hitting his taste buds his skin began to itch. His straight blond hair quickly began to darken, and they twirled and began to curl. His once smooth face began to grow dark hairs. Leaving looking years older. He was aware of his transformation, but he couldn't stop eating the tacos. Next up was his stomach which slowly inflated with pounds of fat. He never had love handles but they appeared as a result of his metamorphosis. His legs plumed up with lard. Leaving his thighs to constantly rub off against each other. His gut grew bigger and bigger leaving him to not be able to his feet much less his dick. Talking about his dick it was now cushioned with a layer of fat making it seem smaller than it was, but on the plus side, his little member seemed to grow thicker than it was a few minutes ago. The last portion of his rebirth was his brain it lost all its knowledge leaving him with an IQ score of 65. This transformation also morphed the world around him. The previous life of Greg was erased from existence. He now had parents who were bigger than he was and constantly wanted him to grow into a real Mexican. Greg was no more the one who took his place was Edgard. The funny part is Edgard didn't know Greg existed either, but deep down in the back of his consciousness existed a fragment of Greg stuck in the body of his worst nightmare. Juan looked into the now dumbed-down Edgard and told him with a chuckle "You made fun of me and called me a fat dirty Mexican pig. Well, you should look at the mirror porker". Edgard didn't care what he said after all the only thing he cared about was to fill the void in his stomach. Juan than vanished waiting to get his next victim. Leaving Edgard to live his life off gorging himself.

#race tf #permanent tf #fat gain tf #male tf #male weight gain stories #thin to chunky #bearification

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burrowbaddie · 1 year

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Me & You

Joe Burrow x Female Reader

Series Summary: Childhood friends to lovers to nothing. You and Joe had history, you were each others first and then you were nothing. Years later, you guys rekindle the flame but with more obstacles in the way this time.

Chapter 1 Summary: You try to figure out how you and Joe got yourselves into this current state.

Word Count: 4.9k

Warnings: Afab!reader, smut, swearing. Oral (female & male receiving), vaginal fingering, penetrative sex, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, cheating! (You are the side girl, sorry.)

Series Master

A/N: Hello! Omg I don’t know anything about football or the NFL! I saw Joe last season and I just had to join in this x reader tags! So be nice to me! I’ve been sitting on this fic forever! I was so nervous to post. This is all fictitious so pls be nice to me! 😭

You're standing listening to the crowd cheering on the Bengals. Your best friend, Mya, is drunk and screaming at the top of her lungs. You grab her arm to calm her down.

"Listen, I don't know how you scored these tickets, but I am going to soak up everything in this moment. Joe, let's get it done!" Mya screams near your ear. The name causes your head to snap in his direction. Joe's attention is on something the coach is saying to him. You sit down in your seat, feeling smaller than usual.

"So, who are you fucking for these seats?" Mya asks, sitting down next to you as a timeout is called.

"No one. My dad got lucky." You reply, laying your head on her shoulder. That was obviously a total lie. It was a lie you would have to keep because you knew precisely where you would end up after this game. In the same hotel, you've been meeting the Bengals QB for the last few months.

After dropping Mya home, you made your way to the hotel, walking straight to the room without checking in. A little after midnight, the front door opens, and the blue-eyed man makes his way over to you. You hand him a glass of water, but he opts for a kiss. You have to stand on your tippy toes to get more access to his mouth. Joe drops his bag on the floor and scoops you up. Your legs wrap around his waist as he carries you toward the bedroom. Joe tosses you down on the bed, and you giggle, watching him strip. The only thing you have on is a t-shirt, so it's easy for Joe to rip it off and leave you bare. Joe kisses from your ankle, slowly making his way up to your thigh, where he stops to suck on it. With your legs perched on his shoulders, Joe hovers his mouth over your drooling cunt. A starved moan erupts from his mouth as your juices hit his tongue. His rough hands tighten around your thigh as he buries his face into his meal, sucking and slurping on your clit.

Joe is a messy eater when it comes to you; your juices trickle down his chin as he devours your pussy. He can't even think straight because his mind has only one goal; making you cum. You clench around his fingers as he slides in two. Your eyes are barely open, but you prop yourself up on your elbows to get a look at the man between your legs. Joe's blue eyes were now dark and staring directly at you. It sends shivers down your body, and you plop down with an exaggerated moan. Joe flattens his tongue against your clit while thrusting two fingers into you. You close your eyes, feeling your orgasm come crashing down. Joe slurps obnoxiously loud and can't help but add to the sounds with his whines. He drinks every drop you release into his mouth. Joe sits back on his knees, face soaked, grinning down at your shaking body.

Joe moves back between your legs, this time slapping the head of his cock on your clit. He slowly pushes the tip into your sensitive pussy. Joe lets out a long groan as he slowly pushes in. But he doesn't get entirely into you because his phone rings. He rolls his eyes and pulls out, going to look for his phone. You pull the blankets over your body because you know the ringtone. It was Nicole, his long-time girlfriend. You bite your lip, watching him take the call to the bathroom. Joe returns with a look of sadness.

"I have to go."

You only nod your head. He kisses your lips, and then you head after getting dressed. And with a heavy heart, you watch him leave. You don't cry anymore, but that doesn't mean it hurts any less. Dragging yourself out of bed, you decided to run a bath and drink some wine. This expensive room won't go to complete waste. Once the tub is filled with bubbles, you slide your body in and lean back, closing your eyes. How did you get here with Joe?

"Joey!" You scream as the blonde spins you around in his arms. He has just finished practice, and you promised him a burger from Steak N Shake.

"I'm starving!" Joe wipes his sweaty forehead on your dry one. You scrunch up your face and push him away. Joe laughs and takes your hand as you lead him to your car. He threw his things in the backseat while you hopped in the front and started the vehicle. Taylor Swift's We Are Never Getting Back Together started blasting on the radio. You can't help but giggle while listening to Joe sing along. When you guys arrive at the restaurant, you take your usual spot. Two burgers and a shared milkshake later, you guys make your way to Joe's house. You lay down on the bed, waiting for Joe to finish showering. Laying there, you let your mind drift to thoughts about your upcoming AP Chemistry test. Joe interrupts your thoughts as he throws his wet towel on you after drying his hair.

"Your blonde hair is insane. You look so funny."

"Funny meaning hot!" He shouts, jumping on the bed next to you. You roll your eyes and smack him with a pillow. Joe lays back and pulls you down to his chest.

"We're going to be seniors next year. Time flies. We're getting old, Cheeks." Joe mumbled while rubbing your back. You smile at the childhood nickname. He's been calling you "Cheeks" since 6th grade because your cheeks were swollen from an allergic reaction the first time you met.

"I can't wait for college. Freedom!" You rub his chest and bite your lip.

"Do you want to have sex?" Joe whispers, causing you to crack a sly smile. You roll over and on his lap. Since losing your virginity to your best friend over the summer, the both of you have become a little more attached at the hip. It's not like you guys were dating. It's never been brought up between you two. Everyone in school assumes that you guys are dating, and it's not like either of you has denied or confirmed it; it's just assumed. That is how you guys kept things until senior year rolled around, and your feelings for your best friend weren't just laughs and giggles; it was butterflies in your tummy at every smile he gave you. It was the jealous feeling bubbling in Joe's stomach every time a guy got a laugh out of you. But both of you were too wrapped up in school and Joe with Football to move on from friendship status. So when freshman year rolled around, you had your first boyfriend; it lasted six weeks. It was a complete jerk-off and constantly pressured you to do things you didn't want to do. Joe stepped in and got you out of that situation.

Joe tucked his hands into his sweatpants as he walked you back to your dorm. Both of you had things you wanted to say but kept silent.

"The guys are playing well."

"Yeah, but I'm not starting. Shit is wack. I'm busting my ass just as much."

"I'm sure the coach sees that too." You stop in front of your dorm door and look up at your best friend.

"Umm, thank you for helping me end things with Matt. I was so wrapped up with having a boyfriend I just completely lost myself for a second."

"It's all good. I'm glad you're okay. I could've killed that guy, honestly." Joe rocks back on his heels, looking at you. You quickly become hypnotized by those baby blue eyes.

"I'm in love with you," Joe whispers. You swallow and hold your breath all at once. It's the confession that blows you away. You never thought Joe would utter it first.

"I'm in love with you too." You smile, nodding your head. Joe leans in to kiss you, and you wrap your arms around his neck.

"Fucking finally!" Quinn, your best friend, screams, swinging the door open. You hide your face in Joe's chest as your friends laugh. Quinn and Francis clap and pull you guys into the dorm.

"It took fucking forever for you guys to say it. Like everyone knew! Everyone knew!" Fran shouts, hugging you. You giggle and look over at Joe, who is wearing the same smile. He holds out his hand, and you two disappear to your bedroom. It takes a while for your heart to calm down from the confession. Even after kissing and laying in bed, your heart skipped a beat thinking about being official with Joe.

"How long have you been in love with me?" You ask shyly, listening to his heartbeat.

"Since 6th grade."

"Joe." You slap his chest playfully and sit up. Joe sits up on his elbow, staring at you with a puzzled look.

"Cheeks. I'm serious. It took me a long time to examine my feelings, but looking back now, I've been in love with you since I first laid my eyes on your blown-up allergy face."

"Burrow, you're something else." You move onto his lap and kiss his face.

Your relationship surprised no one, not even his parents. His mother knew her son was head over heels for his best friend. So, nothing made a drastic change between the two of you. Sure, you spent more time together, went out on actual dates, and had mind-blowing sex whenever you wanted. By the second year, your families were sure it was time to get married. But things between you and Joe weren't always picture-perfect. Joe was busy with football and studies, and you had your head way in the books to graduate earlier and attend med school. The time you used to spend together soon reached a point where it would be a week before you saw each other in person.

"I really need you to be at the capstone presentation. You know I don't do well with public speaking. I've researched all for the last three years. All my hard comes down to this. If I do well on this presentation, I will have the chance to complete a summer internship at-"

"Cheeks. I will be there. I promise." Joe kisses your head to reassure you. You hug him tight and believe his words. But for the first time, Joe breaks his promise. He not only misses your presentation completely, but he doesn't call you that night either. The next day he shows up at your apartment wearing his 1 million dollar grin.

"I have the best news-"

"Where were you last night?"

"That's what I'm going to tell you! I have the chance to play down at LSU. Last night I had dinner with-"

"I had my capstone." You whisper, cutting him off. Joe wipes the smile off his face.

"Fuck. I'm so sorry. I am. You did great, right?"

"I fainted. I stepped on stage and saw how many people were present and fainted."

"Baby, I'm sorry. I really am, but this is a big opportunity for me too. I-"

"You couldn't reschedule? This was the chance of a lifetime for me! This whole relationship, I have been behind you no matter what! And the one time I needed you, you flaked!"

"I'm always there for you! Are you kidding me right now!" Joe shouts, following you toward your bedroom. You decided that if this was going to be a screaming match, you guys should at least take it to the bedroom in case your roommates came.

"When? Name a time we've done anything I want. Your fucking selfish!" You scream, trying to close the door in his face. Joe closes the door behind him and begins pacing the floor. You feel like you're giving more in this relationship than him. This wasn't your first argument, but things started to build up over time, and this was bound to happen.

"I do whatever you want. I practically follow you around like a lost puppy! You have my whole heart. What else do you want?"

"I don't, Joe. You and I both know that. When it comes down to it…. football will always come before me. The countless dates you missed because practice ran late. The time you stood me up for some stupid football social."

"You- you said you didn't go."

"I went to the restaurant. I sat there for two hours. I didn't tell you that because I didn't want to hurt your feelings. I didn't want to make you feel bad."

Joe closes his mouth because you're right. Football was his main focus. He had dreams just like you had dreams. When it came to you or football, Joe was chasing his dream.

"I'm sorry. I didn't realize I was hurting you."

"Joseph, don't do that. You working hard towards your goals shouldn't be a bad thing. But maybe it's not the right time for us."

"Cheeks, I want you. I want you, and I want to make the first string. I want to be in the NFL."

"I know. I'm sure your coach-"

"I'm going to use the rest of my eligibility at LSU. That's where I was last night."

"You're moving to Louisiana? Joe, you didn't even ask me. What about me? We had plans once we graduated. The apartments we looked at."

"I'm sorry. I have to take this opportunity. Baby, I feel that this is the right decision. We can move down to Louisiana and-"

You shake your head, sitting down on the bed. Your heart and mind can't wrap your head around any of this. There was no way you could win. Joe made his decision and included you without your input. Before you can speak again, Joe's phone starts ringing. He answers it without hesitation, and you take a deep breath letting the conversation sink in. When Joe is finished, he kisses your head, letting you know he has to go. The argument isn't resolved, but neither of you brings it up again.

The week before Joe is set to leave is the day you make your decision.

"What do you mean?" The hurt in Joe's voice breaks your heart.

"Joseph, I can't pick up my life and follow you to another state. My life is up here. My family is up here."

"I'm your family too. We made plans and-"

"Plans you disregarded when you chose to play for LSU." You cut him off, sitting next to him on the bed. Joe rubs his eyes and places his head in his hands.

"I want you to follow your dreams. I know you can make it to the NFL. I know you will do amazing at LSU. I don't want to make you choose between me or your dream. So, I'm taking myself out of the equation." You whisper, grabbing his hand. There are tears in your eyes that match his eyes.

"I'm sorry. I should've talked to you about all of this, but I saw my chance and took it."

"There's nothing to be sorry about. I want this for you too."

The room remains silent as you guys ponder the next steps. Joe leans in and kisses your lips. Without another word, he leaves. And your friendship with Joe continued, but as his time at LSU began and your internship began, you guys fell out of touch. You got busy with medical school and him with football. And before you know it, Joe is a thing of the past.

That is until you guys meet again by chance. Joe showed up at the Cincinnati Children's Hospital one day for a charity meeting and ran into you. You freeze as the director continues his conversation with Joe and his parents. Robin, Joe's mother, waved you over. She pulls you into a big hug.

"How long has it been? Joe! Doesn't she look amazing?"

Joe can't even find words to speak. His tongue feels like it's stuck in peanut butter. His heart is skipping through loops.

"Ahh. She is one of our brilliant residents. We are happy to have her on staff. Bright future for this one." He says, hugging you. But your eyes can't leave Joe's, not until his mother pulls you into a warm embrace again. His parents leave you two to catch up while they finish something with the director.

"How have you been?" Those words leave both of your mouths. Joe chuckles and waits for you to answer.

"I've been okay. You?"

"Umm, great."

"I see that QB." You smile, slapping his arm playfully. Joe scratches the back of his neck. He's nervous. You can read him like a book, just like he can read you.

"Are you free tonight? My family is throwing this thing for some of my teammates and-"

"I don't want to intrude."

"Stop. We haven't seen each other in years, and I want to catch up."

"I get off at 9. Is that too late?"

He shakes his head, and you exchange numbers before returning to your rounds. The rest of the shift, the anticipation of seeing your first love again drives you insane. You can hardly keep your head clear. And when you finally clock out shower, and dress, your heart is damn near beating out of your chest. With a knock on the door, your heart is ready to leap out of your chest.

"I'm happy you came!" Robin pulls you inside, and you follow her toward Joe. Joe introduces you to some teammates.

"I can see why you called her Cheeks." Ja'Marr laughs, looking at you up and down. You can't help but shyly look away. Joe playfully pushes him away.

"That's not why I call her that. In 6th grade-"

"Joey, stop!" You whine. Joe pulls you into a hug. And the two of you stay there in your world. The cologne he is wearings sends your head into a dizzy spell. You missed him.

"Babe! Who's this?" A girl interrupts your reunion. You pull away, waiting for the introduction, but you know her already. She is on TV every day as the local News anchor. You blank out.

"And this is my girlfriend, Nicole." Joe finishes the introduction when you finally come back to life.

"Nice meeting you. So, you're the heartbreaker?"

"Nicki, we should see if your sister needs help." Joe pulls her away. You stand there wondering what Joe has told people about you. Ja'Marr throws his arm around your shoulder.

"Like glue. She sticks to him like glue."

You are saved by Robin pulling you into the backyard near the firepit. Your eyes stare into the dancing flame as around one around you mingles. When Joe plops down next to you, you turn toward him with a smile. Joe swears a similar smile; you guys get lost in your world just like before. It takes everything in Joe not to lean over, kiss, hold, or touch you. But your picture-perfect world is shattered once his girlfriend returns to his side. You look away back at the flames. When the guest starts leaving, you decide to make your exit, but Joe persuades you to stay later and catch up. And here you two are, awkwardly standing in his childhood bedroom, waiting for the other to speak up.

"I didn't think we would see each other again," Joe speaks first. You only respond with a head nod. You thought the same thing would happen as well. It was your fault for losing communication, but it's not like Joe made an effort after the fallout.

"Are you seeing anyone?" Joe asks. You shake your head. You can't find the words to speak. Joe reaches out and cups your face; you don't pull away. Instead, you lean into his touch.

"Have you missed me as much as I've missed you?"

"Yes." You reply, finally finding your voice. And Joe kisses you, tender and sweetly. Just like he did the first and last time you two shared a kiss. You don't pull away or flinch. You kiss Joe back with all the same amount of love.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." He whispers in between kisses. You finally come to and pull away.

"Joe, you have a girlfriend now. We can't do this. I should go." You say, grabbing your bag and turning to leave, but Joe grabs your arm.

"I shouldn't have done that; you're right. But can we talk, please? There's so much I want to say to you."

"I think it would be better if we didn't do this."

"Why? When would be the right time to do this? You stopped contacting me. You went on and left me behind like I meant nothing."

"Joey, communication is a two-way street. In the last year of our relationship, I held things together! Hold us together! You made your choice to go to LSU."

"You said it was okay! And now you're going to throw it back in my face. It broke my heart that you didn't support me-"

"I always supported you! I have been your supporter since day one, which is why I had to let you go. Because I knew how much you loved me, and if I made you stay, you would have resented me." Your voice breaks as the tears start to flow. Joe shakes his head. No. There is no way he would ever resent you.

"Why didn't you come to Louisiana?"

"That wasn't the right path for me. You made that choice for yourself, not with my intention. I had an internship lined up, which helped rocket me into my residency. What did I have in Louisiana besides you?"

"We don't know because you didn't choose me."

"Joe," You chuckle and roll your eyes.

"I chose you the moment I let you go. Why can't you see things from my point of view?"

"And when you started blowing me off?"

"I blew you off? Oh God, Joey, do you hear yourself?"

"You stopped taking my calls and my texts. That wasn't you blowing me off? Did you meet someone else? Is that what it was? Was there someone else the whole time? Quinn told me you met someone else."

"I was depressed. I struggled after you left. I couldn't fathom the fact that we were done. I blamed myself, and I just-I had a hard time, and I was embarrassed that it was all my fault." You cry, letting the tears fall. Joe wraps his arms around you and holds you close.

"It's not your fault. It's no one's fault, Cheeks."

You sniffle and rub your nose on his shirt, causing him to chuckle.

"I want my best friend back." You whisper, staring up at him.

"Your best friend wants you back as well."

"As friends." You say the last part extremely low. Joe slowly nods his head. After that night, you slowly start working on your friendship again. But your feelings for each other couldn't die out. That's how you ended up in his hotel room in NY after a losing game to the Jets.

"Joey," You moan as he holds your legs on his shoulders. Joe continues to make out with your cunt as your vision blurs, and you cum all over his face. He slurps and drips every last bit. You lay there breathing heavily, trying to come down from your high. Joe sits up and licks his lips. he leans down and kisses you allowing you to taste yourself while he slides into you. Joe grunts feeling your legs wrap around his waist, pulling him in closer. Each thrust you feel sends you into space. You are hot and sweaty, and your head is clouded with reaching another orgasm. Joe's cock pounds away at your softness, sending you and him spiraling.

"Feels so good." You cry out, biting down on his shoulder. Joe frantically starts snapping his hips as he closes in on his second orgasm of the night. You release your legs from his waist so that he can move more, but you slowly start inching away, which only drives Joe to pull you back down and hold your hips pressed down to the bed. Your legs began to shake because Joe found your sweet spot and made you see starts again; the spot would have you creaming on his dick in a few more strokes.

"Don't run away, Cheeks. You wanted this remember? Let me have it. All of it." Joe stares down, watching his cock go in and out of you.

"Joey," You're crying. Crying tears of pure bliss.

"Yeah? Let me feel it, baby. Go ahead and cum." Joe's eyes light up as you reach another orgasm, and he follows after groaning and throwing his head back. You lay there again, trying to come down while Joe lets out a long sigh. You aren't sure what time it is, but you two have been at it since after dinner. A nice hot bath would be amazing right now for both of you. But of course, Joe and his superman stamina pull you up on his lap.

"Joe, break, please. Water." You try to get out the words, but Joe is already bouncing you up and down on his cock. You can't believe he is hard again. You wrap your arms around his neck and let him use you like a fleshlight.

"If you want water, you have to earn it, Cheeks." Joe moans, biting on your earlobe. You pout, giving him puppy eyes. Joe chuckles, burying his face in your neck.

"Just a little rest." You whisper. Joe pulls you up and off, laying your love-bitten body down. He stares down at you, stroking his dick. You can't help but bite your lip. Joe cums all over your stomach with a long sigh. You lay there watching the white liquid melt all over your midsection.

"Bath?" He asks you with a cheeky grin. You can only nod your head. When Joe came back with water, you were drifting to sleep. He kisses your head and tells you the bath is ready. You guys get in the massive tub, your back against his chest. Joe holds your hand, kissing the back of it.

"When are you breaking up with her?"

"I plan to end things next week. Her mother was pretty sick from covid so-"

"I get it." You stay quiet, staring at the bubbles. Joe can tell that you're mind is racing. He kisses your neck and promises things will work out. But things never work out for the two of you. Which is how you find yourself in the present day, only in a Cincinnati hotel room full of cum and regret while Joe is off to console his girlfriend.

Joe calls you the next day to apologize. You forgive him because what else can you do? The boy isn't yours; you're a sidepiece, his fun on the side. And it's weeks before you can see him again.

"Okay, so I narrowed it down to who is single on the Bengals and how you scored those tickets!" Mya shouts, pushing your office door open. You lean back in your chair, waiting for her to go on. She starts listing players, and to be completely honest, you don't know that many people from the Bengals besides the few Joe introduced you to a few times.

"Yeah, I'm not dating any of those guys."

"Coaches, maybe?"

"No. Let it go. I am completely single."

"Omg! Are you a side piece?"

You're stunned but quickly recover and shake your head.

"I'm talking to someone. I could never be someone's side piece." You laugh and watch your phone light up. It's a text from Joe asking to see you tonight. You turn your phone over and sigh. Mya turns on the tv just as the morning news starts.

"Joe's girlfriend is so fucking beautiful. I literally watch the news to watch her. How lucky are they? He's so fucking hot! She's so fucking hot! Think about their babies! Gorgeous." Mya lays on the couch watching tv. You take the remote and turn off the TV.

"I have to do rounds, so let's get going." You stand up, and she follows you out the door. Your shift ends at 11, and Joe asks to see you before practice. You guys meet up at your house for the first time. Joe scoops you up and kisses you all over your face.

"Joseph! Put me down." You squeal. He laughs and sets you on your feet. Joe bends down and smiles at the orange cat purring at his feet.

"Peaches is still hanging in there, huh?" He asks, picking up the cat. Joe brought you a kitten for Valentine's Day during freshman year of high school.

"What are you doing for Thanksgiving? My dad has been asking to have you over, and you know how obsessed he is with you-"

"I'll come. Of course." He kisses your forehead and makes his way to the living room. YOu guys lay around watching old movies, stealing kisses, and enjoying the company and comfort. Joe leaves a little after 3. You decide to check your mail. Bills. Bills. Bills. A manila envelope with no address stops you in your tracks. You open it, and inside, you find photos of you and Joe. Photos of you two leaving the same hotel. Your hotel. Pictures of you kissings in his car. You look around, trying to spot anyone who looks suspicious. Someone was watching you and Joe.

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joeybsversion · 9 months

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Awake

Joe Burrow x reader

You and Joe meet for the first time

It was your last shift. Midnight to 6 AM. The graveyard shift. Besides the fact that the shop was quiet and there wasn’t much to be done, you could play your own music as loud as you wanted at these hours.

Hardly anyone came in, except for the rush of students around 2 AM after the bars closed and they needed a snack or more booze before heading home.

You looked up from behind the counter as the bells on the door rang alerting you that someone had come in. You pretended not to notice him as he wandered the aisles. Most people that were out right now wanted to be left alone. You couldn’t help yourself though, he looked familiar. Dark blonde hair covered by a dark ball cap, tall, muscular, very cute. You squinted trying to think of how you knew him. He looked your way causing you to blush and immediately break eye contact. You worked your hardest to make yourself look busy, immediately fretting over your song choice, hoping to impress him. You succeeded, you could see him mouthing the words to the song playing over the speaker.

“Do you believe in aliens?” He asked.

A weird opening line, but you took it.

“I’m not sure,” you paused “I think there’s some other form of life out there.” You laughed and proceeded to tell him about the astrology course you took one semester and about how beautiful the night sky is.

He hung onto every word before making his way down another aisle. “I’ll see you around.” He said, slipping out of the door before a group of college girls stepped in, gossiping about what happened down town earlier and how one of the football players was definitely flirting with them.

You were lost in the chaos until they shuffled out and things quieted down again. You thought about the guy from earlier.

You turned to start cleaning and closing up the main counter when you heard the familiar bells jingle as the door opened again. There were only 10 minutes until closing. You hoped who ever it was would be quick.

“I forgot to buy something.” You heard a voice behind you and turned to the see the stranger from earlier. He placed a Gatorade and pack of gum on the counter.

“You came all the way for this?” You thought, when in reality you had no clue how far he’d come.

“I like this song.” He looked up and smiled as he pulled out some cash from his wallet.

You gushed about being able to make your own playlist, and how it was the best part of the job. Have the same taste in music suddenly became so important to you.

He stayed around and talked and you finished tidying up and closing.

“Can I walk you out?” He asked. “It’s still pretty dark.” The sun was barely starting to creep over the horizon.

“Sure.” You smiled and grabbed your keys.

“Thanks for keeping me company.” You turned and smiled as you reached your car.

“It was great to meet you.” He stuck out his hand “I’m Joe.” He smiled.

“Y/N.” You smiled back and suddenly it clicked. This was Joe Burrow! As in the Cincinnati Bengals QB Joe Burrow! You tried to keep it cool.

“Could I get your number?” He asked, handing over his phone.

You took it from his hands and added yourself to his contact list. “There ya go!” You smiled and handed the phone back. “See you around?” You asked.

“Of course. Get home safe.” He waved as you climbed into the car.

You were on your way home and the sun was starting to creep up more and more. You were smiling and turning the radio up as your phone buzzed.

Unknown number: It’s Joe. Do you want to go to breakfast?

You smiled and typed back letting him know to pick the place and you’d meet him there.

You’d never felt so alive. Or so awake.

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mysticmellowlove · 1 month

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Sub jock hcs 🙏🏻

I hate jocks ands that’s where this gets fun-

Jock that’s on a powerful position( typical quarterback because it’s the only position I know lol) and the girl who everyone is lowkey jealous of. Like richest girl in town but she’s not from the town her family just kinda can in and took over. She is super kind though and that’s why he began to like her. They’ve never even talked but he always notices her. Always. But…. She doesn’t like him. She’s nice to him of course but she isn’t into him how others are. He’s a jock- ew

note; anon sent in an inspo as well (here)!

warnings; fem reader, sub male, solo masturbation,

The streamers fell over him as he clapped his friends on the back, the last game of the season and they had just won it. Cheers and hollers surrounded him as their cheerleaders flooded the field and began their routines, sending kisses to the players as they clumped together in a mass of grass-covered sweaty boys.

His best friend slapped him on the back and grinned through his mouthguard, his head inclining towards the stands where he knew she'd be waiting. Always here for college cheer, the leader of the student spirit committee was the cutest, kindest girl in the world. She also happened to be a major crush of his. He pushed his friend away teasingly as he jogged over to her, watching her shake the pompoms she had been handing out before the game that sported their university colours.

He basically grinned as he took in her smile, her eyes soon locking onto him.

"Hey QB, great job today." She hummed as she looked up at him, his form easily dwarfing her own. He knew he was a big guy, it's why he was picked for the quarterback position. Tall and muscular, devilishly good-looking... he often had his friends say he exuded 'raw masculinity' whatever that was. The girls also loved him, fawning over him and chatting him up.

But it was unanimous around the university that he had eyes for one person only, the one person he just couldn't seem to snag. She had moved here from a rivalling uni about a year back and had been a ray of sunshine ever since. She was the leader of the cheer committee and basically lived for setting up student union events. She was at every sports game, concert and exhibition.

She really was like an angel sent from above.

"Thanks, me and the boys are going out for celebratory drinks later on, you interested?" He grinned as he leaned against the stands, willing her to look his way for just a moment. To nod and give him a chance. She smiled that sweet little smile as she shook her head.

"Sorry, I have some module work I need to get done. I just had to come over and support our boys." He willed the flush in his cheeks to go down as he referred to him as her boy, even if it wasn't exactly what she had meant. He swallowed his disappointment but nodded anyway.

"Alright, good luck then. I'll see you sometimes on campus anyway." He shot her a heartwarming smile before he crawled his way back to the others, heart doing flips in his chest. This was usually how their interactions went. She was a lovely girl, so kind and open but it was clear she wasn't interested. He knew she liked the scholarly type more, her friend group reflected as much. He didn't like to admit it but he was a little bit of an airhead, but that's what had drawn people to him.

He knew others called him a 'golden retriever' which by his understanding meant he was lovable and energetic. But she seemed to like the stoic type and he couldn't bring himself to change... maybe one day when they were older something would happen between them. He wasn't going to be the star quarterback forever after all.

"Hey man, we're heading toward Joey's, gonna bring some of the girls along. You down?" His friend came up to him and they shared a clap.

"I would but I have something on later, I'll meet up tomorrow yeah?" He laughed as others gathered around him, booing playfully. Soon enough they relented and he watched as they filed towards the lockers, he'd be following as well but he wanted to help out his coach with the equipment first.

In reality, he was simply stalling time, he wanted the showers to himself after all. Packing up was nothing for him, mainly because there wasn't anything to do but it served its purpose. When the coach let him go he made his way to the lockers and grinned at their vacancy. Now he'd not only have the space to himself but the showers would actually be hot.

He shucked off his gear and stepped under the relaxing spray, just hot enough to relax his muscles. He flicked his hair back from his face and doused it in a small amount of shampoo he kept in his pack. As he let the water and suds run down him his mind began to wander.

Frustrated he leaned his head against the cool wall of the stall, his hand unwillingly going to cup his hardening cock. Every time she let him down easy he'd get hard, as if it was like magic. He was so down bad for her it was insane. And yet he couldn't bring himself to move on. So long as he was able to see her on campus he knew he'd keep fantasising about her like this.

Sure it made him feel dirty but the sheer amount of pleasure overrode anything in his mind. Never before was he able to get himself off like this thinking about others. He tried the porn, tried the mags and even his own imagination but everything looped back to her. What would she look like as he plunged into her? Would she look good in pink or red lingerie? What would her voice sound like as she scolded him for thinking of her like this?

That's how it began, he had noticed a shift in his preferences. All his friends would point at the smallest things around but his mind would be on her. It was innocent at first, her riding him as he held onto her hips but soon.... soon it changed. Her forcing him to lay down as she perched herself on his face, making him surrender before her so she could please herself first.

His tie and satin bows turned to handcuffs and ropes. His dick inside her turned to her hand wrapped around a toy she was teasing him with. Making her cry out his name turned into her making him a whining, sobbing mess.

"Fuck." He hissed as he realised he had been jerking himself off all this time, his hand wrapped furiously around his cock. God what he'd do to have her in this position. Her hand stroking him as he fought to stop his legs from buckling.

A drawn-out moan left him as his eyes rolled to the back of his head, just the thought of her had him wanting to cum.

It really was insane the hold she had on him...

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avalil18 · 2 months

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(Series) Only The Young

Summary: you and Joe meet at OSU and start to get to know each other

Pairing: Joe burrow x reader

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September 10 2017

Y/n POV

It was a cool September day at OSU. The sun was shining but a crisp in the air flowed. I was heading out the door to go to my English class. I was wearing jeans, a white long sleeve Flowy top, and boots. My backpack was as heavy as a boulder and was making my back ache. Once I got to my English class I sat down on one of the auditorium seats and pulled out the moving table from my arm chair to put my notebook and pen on. After a few minutes more people started to come I wasn’t really paying attention to any one of them until someone caught my eye. It was one of the quarterbacks from the football team. He recently joined the class. I’ve seen him walk around before and I’ve seen him play. He is really good at football but I don’t understand why he is a backup. He should be QB1 from the way I seen him play. He sat down in the row below me. He fisted bumped someone who was probably one of his friends and pulled out his stuff from his bag. He was so cute. But I have to focus. The class was long but all I could think about was him. He was right there the whole time just being perfect. As the bell rang it startled me but I got up and put my book in my hands and swung my backpack on my shoulder. As I was getting out of the row to head out someone bumped into me. It was him! My books fell out of my hand and he went to pick it up.

“Oh my god! I am so sorry”-joe

“Are you ok?”- joe said as he handed me my books back

I smiled

“Yeah! I’m ok. Sorry that was my fault I wasn’t looking.”-you

“Haha! Don’t worry about it I wasn’t looking either.”-joe

“I’m Joe by the way, Joe burrow!”-joe

He puts his hands on the straps of his backpack clearly not knowing if he should shake my hand

“I’m y/n!”- you

“Well y/n it was nice meeting you,and so sorry for bumping into you.”-joe

“Don’t worry about it! And it was nice meeting you to Joe burrow.” -You say with a smile

Joe smiles big trying not to blush but I could definitely see it.

We both walked out and onto the main campus. He wasn’t a little bit behind me but I could feel eyes on me as I walked and knew it was him which gave me butterflies.

“Wait y/n,wait up!”-joe

I turned around to see his beautiful blue eyes and wide smile.

“Do you by any chance have the notes from last class? I missed them because I was at an away game.”-joe

I smiled

“Yeah! I was actually about to go to the library to finish them though. You can join if you want!” - you

Um! What was I thinking! Inviting the QB to take notes with me!

“Yeah actually! I would like that!”-joe

“Great! This way!”-you

Joe started walking with me and my heart was pounding. After a few minutes Joe spoke up.

“So, tell me about yourself!”-joe

“Haha! Well since you want to know so badly. I am from Northgate,Ohio which is right out of Cincinnati. I have an older sister and a twin brother! And I love dogs and the beach!”-you

“Oh!I’m from Ohio too! I have two older brothers!”-joe

“Really! Where in Ohio?”-you

“Athens!”- joe

“Oh I’ve been of Athens! My friends and I used to go there sometimes during the summer because there is this old house on the lake and where we used to hang out!”- you

“Yeah! The famous lake house! I go there all the time!”-joe

“Haha that’s so funny! People in Athens are so sweet that’s one of the reasons I’ve always loved going.”-you

“Yeah,they are really nice!”-joe

Joe and I got to work on our notes but we couldn’t stop talking and laughing.

“So you really only seen Star Wars once?”-joe

“Yes!”-you

“Damm y/n I really got to go take you to go see it. You have to watch it!”-joe

I looked at him in shock. Did Joe just ask me out?

“Let me take you out Saturday night! We can go to the theater right around the corner.”- joe

“Are you asking me out on a date, burrow?”-you

“Maybe…”-joe

“Well then it’s a date!”-you

“It’s a date! Here give me your phone number.”-joe

I handed him my phone. My heart is racing. I can’t believe I’m going on a date with Joe!

“Here! I will text you.”-joe says handing back your phone.

“Ok! See ya! Got to get to physics which sucks!”-you

Joe looks back at you in shock.

“You hate physics? I love it!”-joe

“What!! I can’t stand it! I don’t understand what Professor Burn talks about. Well I just don’t understand it in general.”-you

“How about I help you! You can help me in English and I will return the favor by helping you with physics!”-joe

“Ok! I got to go but text me!”-you

“Ok! Bye y/n!”-joe

“Bye Joe!”-you

I walked away with a smile on my face.

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Joes POV

I got into English class and there she was y/n. She was beautiful. Brunette hair, blue eyes, and an amazing smile. She’s very sweet and calm. She has a funny laugh that makes me get butterflies. She sits right behind me. I always find myself looking at her for to long whenever she gets called on.

As I was walking out I wasn’t looking where I was going and bumped into her.

“Oh my god! I am so sorry!”-joe

I bent down to get her notebook and English book. As I gave it to her she smiled which made me get all giddy inside. I introduced myself and she did the same. We both walked out and I didn’t want to stop talking to her so I decided to say I didn’t do my notes and if she could let me borrow her notes. I actually did do them. All of it. I ran up to her and I asked. I then found myself sitting in the library with y/n taking notes. I found myself staring at her beauty. She was perfect. I knew I needed to ask her out. She got me. And not a lot of people really click with me like she did. She was different. A good different. So I asked if she wanted to watch Star Wars with me at the theatre even though i watched it millions of times. And she said yes! I gave her my phone number and turns out she needed help with physics which is my specialty. My plan is to take her out Saturday then maybe if she feels comfortable to come back to my place to study. Not to do anything else. I’m not that kind of person to rush into things like that and I know people are different when it comes to those kinda getting together things and I respect it. I was kinda sad when she left to go to class. I just wanted to keep talking to her forever. But now I have to plan the perfect night for Saturday.

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Authors note:Ahhhhh first one of the series! Yay! I hope you guys like it! This is apart of How you get the girl🩷✌️

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aweskeetskeet · 6 months

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Bully~ bakugo x female reader

College AU, all characters 21+, smut

CW: teasing, degrading, bullying, name calling, hate sex, porn with plot, enemies to lovers

Seriously… a lot of plot

Like an excessive amount of plot

It was officially the end of your final year of university, you were relieved to soon be rid of the nasty bullies you constantly dealt with in the school hallways, Or rather a singular bully. You were always teased but there was one particular bully who was absolutely relentless, Katsuki bakugo. The lead quarterback of the universities football team. The boy who has been picking on you since the entrance ceremony. Some days it’s just a scoff at the sight of you, sometimes it’s teasing you about your height, some days it’s relentless name calling or messing up your hair that you spent all morning doing, and sometimes it’s just straight up kicking you to the ground and laughing in your face. He would do it right out in the open, right in front of the teachers even, and nobody would say anything.. why? Because the football team hadn’t lost a single game since he became QB. Jocks got away with anything and everything in your university. You knew that after you graduated you’d never have to see his face again and you couldn’t be happier. There was 2 weeks left until the final day of school and of course in the one class you shared with him the teacher decided to assign a final project rather than a final exam. A final group project. A final group project where he chose who worked together. A final group project where he assigned you and katsuki bakugo to be partners. As soon as the professor called out his name following yours you looked at him and he gave a cocky grin and waved. You wanted to die right then and there.

After class you tried to scurry away to avoid him but right as you got out the door he grabbed you and pulled you to the side pinning you against the wall. “Your place or mine?” He said looking down at you. “Huh?” You had to do a double take. “Are we doing the project at your place or mine, dumbass” you rolled your eyes. “Honestly I don’t care, I just want to get it done so I don’t have to deal with you ever again” he laughed. “Mine then, my parents will be out of town this weekend so we won’t have to worry about anyone interrupting us” “fine” you mumbled pulling out your phone to add it to your agenda. He snatched your phone out of your hand and started typing something into it. “Give that back!” You shouted trying to get it from him but he managed to evade any attempt. “Relax princess, just putting my number in” he tossed your phone back to you and you just barely managed to catch it. “I already texted myself so I have yours, I’ll send you my address, see ya later nerd” he said messing up your hair before walking off. He was surprisingly less ruthless than he normally is. All of a sudden your phone went off.

Sexy QB Bakugo: *insert address here*

“Is that seriously what he made his name..” you whispered to yourself shaking your head in annoyance

2 days pass and he hasn’t said a word to you. It was officially Friday. You walked out of the school building heading home when your phone went off.

Sexy QB Bakugo: tomorrow at noon, don’t forget.

You shook your head and sent back a simple thumbs up. As you walked in the door you could hear your mom shuffling around in the kitchen and walked towards it. “I’m home” you said tiredly and she smiled at you “welcome home sweety, I made you a snack” you smiled at her softly “thank you, do you mind if I take it up to my room? I have to study for a group project, also I’m heading to as classmates house tomorrow to work on it if that’s alright” “of course darling, and just let me know before you leave and write down the address” she responded quickly before turning around to start dinner. “Thanks!” You said as you walked away. You were honestly hoping she’d say no but knowing how sweet she was you already knew she’d say yes before you even asked. As you walked up the stairs you couldn’t help but think about when he pushed you against the wall. He’d never done that before and you never really got a good look at his face because you’d try to avoid eye contact anytime he bullied you. He’s honestly pretty attractive, no wonder all the girls swoon over him. I always wondered how he managed to get at least 1 love confession a week. You thought to yourself. If only they knew his personality, I still don’t get why he always turned them down, all of those girl were really attractive. You sat down at your desk and unzipped your bag pulling out your laptop and notebook. You started to search up the topic taking notes on whatever you could find that you found relevant. You lost track of time and ended up falling asleep at your desk. You jolted awake to find a blanket over you and a now cold dinner on the shelf beside you. You looked at the time and saw that it was 6am. You stood up and rubbed your eyes picking up the plate and making your way downstairs. You scraped it into the trash knowing it was no good anymore letting out a sigh feeling bad that your mom worked hard on it and you didn’t even eat it. Your eyes shot open realizing you had to go to your bullies house in 6 hours. Alone. He’s probably going to make fun of me and push me around the whole damn time. Why the hell did our professor have to pair us up. I bet He’s also going to make me do all the work. God he’s such an ass. you shook your head and pulled some frozen waffles out of the freezer and put them in the toaster oven. You sat down on the counter waiting patiently until you heard the ding. You pulled out the waffles, drizzled some syrup on them, grabbed a fork, headed to the couch, and turned on the TV. You wanted to distract yourself from the upcoming doom of this afternoon. After an hour of falling into a trance you snapped out of it hearing your mom walk down the stairs, “I’m off to work, have fun at your classmates house, don’t overexert yourself” “okay mom, have a good day, love you!” “Love you too sweety” she said walking out the door and you turned your attention back to the tv. You looked at the time and saw it was 10:30. You groaned and stood up walking to your room. You slowly undressed and hopped in the shower once again thinking about when you were pinned against the wall and you blushed. You slapped yourself across the face “GET IT TOGETHER” you said loudly. “This guy has been bullying you since freshman fucking year. It doesn’t matter how fucking hot he is” you took a deep breath and finished up your shower getting out and drying yourself off. You start to get dressed and do your hair and makeup. A basic Smokey eye look with some matte liquid lipstick. You weren’t allowed to wear makeup like this at school so you always took the opportunity to wear it whenever you can aka anytime you left the house for something other than school. You decided on a short skirt with black tank top tucked in and doc martins. Rather than glasses you put in contacts checking yourself in the mirror satisfied with your look. You looked at the time and saw it was 11:40 and went downstairs and began walking to the train station. You hopped on and sent a text to bakugo.

Y/n: Im on my way.

No response. Once you reached your stop you hopped off and began to walk to his house. You arrived right at noon with still no text from bakugo and knocked on the door. “I swear to god if he fucking forgot” you mumbled until the door swung open and You froze to see bakugo was in nothing but at towel. You froze for a second then immediately turned around. “Just got out of the shower and didn’t see your text, wait on the couch while I get dressed” he said so casually. You walked in shielding your eyes and sat on the couch As he walked back upstairs. WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK you screamed internally. The picture of him half naked engraved in your brain and you thought about his prominent v-line… his sexy abs… his muscles that you could never really see because of his varsity jacket he always wore… you could tell your face was as red as a tomato. No. No. No. don’t think like that. You groaned with your head in your hands. You heard footsteps coming towards you. “Come on nerd, my rooms up here” you followed him up the stairs looking away from him. He opened the door and walked in and sat down at a table on his floor and you sat across from him trying to keep as far away as possible. You pulled out your notebook and laptop and shoved your notebook across the table. “This is the research I did last night” he shoved his across the table. “Here’s mine”. “You actually did research? Damn..” you said not taking your eyes off of the notebook he passed you. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?” You ignored him and started reading everything he wrote down. “Ya know I can see your underwear the way you’re sitting.” He said casually and you gasped quickly readjusted your position blushing. “You’re actually pretty hot ya know” you froze. How dare he. How dare he all of a sudden compliment you after all these years. You froze. “What the fuck bakugo..” you said quietly. “What do you mean princess, you’re the one who flashed me” he said smirking. You gritted your teeth. “Shut up..” you said just above a whisper. “Just saying, you should dress like that more often” you slammed your hands on the table and sat up. “WHAT THE FUCK BAKUGO, ALL THESE YEARS. ALL THESE FUCKING YEARS SINCE THE GOD DAMN ENTRANCE CEREMONY YOUVE DONE NOTHING BUT TREAT ME LIKE SHIT. YOUVE PUSHED ME AROUND, CALLED ME NAMES, FUCKED UP MY HAIR, KICKED ME TO THE GROUND, YOUVE DONE NOTHING BUT MAKE EACH SCHOOL DAY A LIVING HELL AND NOW?! NOW YOU FUCKING COMPLIMENT ME?! DO YOU THINK I WANT TO BE HERE? DO YOU THINK I WANT TO BE SITTING FACE TO FACE IN THE DAMN ROOM OF A GUY WHO HAS FUCKING TORTURED ME DAILY FOR THE PAST 4 YEARS OF MY LIFE?!” You screamed at him. He stared at you frozen eyes wide. “I CANT BELIEVE THIS SHIT” you stood up to storm out of his room but right as you were almost out his door he grabbed your wrist and pulled you back and kissed you. You pushed him off of you and you froze. “Why..” you stared at the ground tears falling. “Why have you treated me like this, why did you do this to me, why.. why did you act like that and then all of a sudden do this..” he paused looking away. “Because I like you.. because I act like a dumbass elementary student and have been bullying the girl I like..” “how long” he looked at you confused. “How long have you liked me..” ��since I saw you walk in the door to the ceremony..” “you’re lying.. you’re just doing this to fuck with me..” you looked up at him tears still rolling down your cheeks. “I’m sorry y/n..” you didn’t know what to say. “Why do you think I turned down all those girls.. hundreds of girls have asked me out since the first day of school and I turned down every one of them. Why do you think you were the only girl I messed with. I barely even spoke to other girls. I- I called you horrible names and I hurt you.. not only physically but emotionally.. I have never felt this way about anyone and I didn’t know how to react.. I’m sorry..” you looked at him. Analyzing his every movement and words trying to tell if he was lying. He was blushing deeply and looked like he was about to cry.

“Look me in the eyes bakugo” he didn’t move. “Look me directly in the eyes and tell me you like me. Tell me or I’m going to walk out of this room right now.” He slowly tilted his head the rest of the way up and looked at you in the eyes. “I like you y/n, always have” you wiped the tears off your face. He stepped toward you and you flinched a bit. He leaned forward and without even realizing it you did too. He kissed you and you could feel his passion. His fingers ran through your hair. And you wrapped your arms round him gripping his. He dipped his tongue into your mouth and your hatred went numb. You would deal with it later. You finally pulled away to get some air and he rested his forehead against yours. “Please forgive me y/n” “we can finish this conversation later” you said and smashed you lips back against his. He turned you around and walked you to his bed and hovered over you one hand beneath your head holding on, the other holding himself up and his knee between your thighs. He pulled back “Are you sure? If we continue I don’t think I’ll be able to stop” He asked with heated cheeks. “Yes” you said with doe eyes looking at him. he sat up and pulled his shirt off and you looked at him getting a full view of his abs and muscles this time. You sat up and pulled your tank top off and he paused for a moment just staring at you. You started to cover your chest feeling self conscious and he leaned in and pulled your arms away. “You’re gorgeous y/n, I’m sorry I told you otherwise”. He reached around and unclipped your bra and admired you again before leaning in and started to palm one of your breasts while kissing and sucking on your neck undoubtedly leaving hickeys but the second he found your sweet spot you were too far gone to care. You tilted your head to the side giving him more access letting out heavy breaths. He kissed and sucked all the way down your chest and started sucking on your nipple whist still palming the other. You let out a small moan and covered your mouth. “Don’t cover it, I want to hear you” you slowly pulled your hand away and he sat back and saw the marks he left. “I’m gonna make sure nobody even tries to touch you at school. They’re going to know you’re mine starting today. He pulled your skirt off and your underwear as he did you leaned forward and started giving him hickeys. “Same goes for you I guess” you said. Him allowing you to give him hickeys solidified that he was telling the truth. He reached his hand down and felt how wet you are. Then pulled his hand back and licked your slick of his fingers. He moved his hand back down and pushed two inside slightly curling them and you gasped. “You’re tight, I’m definitely gonna have to stretch you out” you eyes widen. “Is it.. is it really that big?” He smirked. “You’ll just have to wait and see baby” you blushed nervously and moaned out as he started to thrust and curl his fingers in and out of you. “Ah- fuck” all of a sudden he slipped a thirds finger in and you gasped whimpering at the stretch. “So damn tight” he said under his breath and you could see a slight smirk on his face. You could feel the coil building up in your stomach as your legs started to shake. “Are you gonna cum babygirl?” “Ngk- mhm!” You nodded your head desperately. He chuckled curling his fingers directly onto your g-spot and then started rubbing your clit with his thumb “AH- TOO MUCH-“ the sensations overwhelming you, you came on his fingers breathing heavy. He pulled his fingers out. “I think you’re ready” he said lowering himself down licking up your slick and cum and you jolted at the feeling. You completely forgot about his dick. He looked down at you and your cherry red cheeks and brushed your hair out of your face. He started to unbuckle his belt and pull his pants and boxers down groaning at the relief of his dick no longer being confined but the fabric. You looked to see just how big his dick really was and you froze. “It- not gonna fit” you say still trying to catch your breath. He leaned down and kissed you. “It will, trust me”

He started to suck on your swollen tender nipple again as he pushed the tip of his dick in and you gasped. He started to push further in and you winced in pain. “It hurts-“ you said, voice quivering. “It’ll be okay in a second just let yourself adjust”. You took deep breaths until the pain finally subsided. “Are you all the way in?” You said shakily “princess, it’s not even half way” he started to push himself in further and you gripped the sheets hard. “Too big!” He paused his movement again. “Breathe baby” you once again eventually adjusted and he finally bottomed out. You felt so full and could practically see a bulge in your stomach. He looked down at you. “Are you okay now?” You nodded your head and he started to very slowly move his hips. You gasped as the feeling of him slightly brushing against a spot that sent a wave of pleasure through you immediately wanting more. “Faster please” you said just above a whisper. He paused and smirked. “What was that?” “M-move faster please” you said a bit louder. And he chuckled beginning to move faster he continued to brush against that spot and you were trying to hold back moans. “I want to hear you baby” you squeezed your eyes shut biting your slip still trying to muffle the moans. He all of a sudden pulled all the way out and harshly slammed back into you and you shouted. “AH FUCK” and he moved at a rapid place heaving rubbing back and forth against your g-spot and you could hold back the moans anymore. As he moved in and out of you you were letting out porno level moans and he leaned down sucking on your neck as he continued. “Bakugo I’m gonna- ah cum!” He smirked. “Hold it in Baby” he started moving faster and you could barely speak. “N-need to-“ all of a sudden he pulled out. Your need to cum slowly fading as he edged you. You whimpered. “Please daddy~ fuck me so I can come~” you said in the most erotic way you could muster and he smirked. “Okay” he all of a sudden without warning slammed back into you moving at an ungodly pace. You felt you orgasm once again approaching with the coil in your stomach right about to snap. “Gonna- AH~ cum!” He slammed into you harder and used his hand to rub your clit. “Cum for me princess” and the second you heard those words you came vision glowing blurry from the best orgasm you’ve ever had, better than any time you’ve ever came from you touching yourself. He kept moving in and out. “Ngl~ gonna cum~” he thrusts became sloppy. All of a sudden you felt the warmth of his seed shoot inside you as he slowly pulled out wincing from the sensitivity. “Oh shit- are you in birth control?” You nodded your head tiredly. “Mhm.. no worries” he carried you to the bathroom and ran a bath. He layed you down in it and started gently washing you as you began to doze off. “Stay awake for a little longer baby” you nodded your head again barely able to hold your eyes open. “Do you wanna stay the night?” He asked and you nodded your head again. “Gotta call my mom though..” he nodded his head smiling. He finished washing you and lifted you out of the bath drying you off and carried you to the bed. He grabbed you one of his hoodies and sweatpants and dressed you. He tied the drawstrings so they didn’t fall down and handed you your phone.

You clicked on your mom’s number and called her.

Mom: “hey sweety what’s up?

Y/n: is it okay if I stay over at my friends place? I’m exhausted from studying and working on the project.

Mom: yeah that’s fine do you need to grab clothes?

Y/n: no, she is letting me borrow hers.

Mom: okay sweety, I’ll see you tomorrow, love you

Y/n: love you too

You hung and looked at bakugo. “She, huh?” You laughed softly “you think she’d let me sleep over at a guys house? You’re crazy” he smiled letting out q slight laugh and layed down next you and held you close and you quickly drifted off to sleep.

#bakugou x reader #bakugo #bakugo smut #katsuki bakugo x reader #my hero academia #katsuki bakugo smut #bakugou x female reader #bakugo x reader

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Rival football players who are secretly dating ohhhhh the drama Jake and Bradley would cause

Ooooh I think someone wrote this!!! I’ve heard it’s really good. But let’s say in this world I’d imagine:

1. They were on rivalry teams in college. Knew each other already from that, had a bit of a personal rivalry cuz Jake was the QB for his team and Bradley a safety for his. Jake has a teenage sister (he’s a junior in college at this point, she’s 14) who he’s raising, but no one really knows. He keeps his personal life insanely private, can never go out with the guys or any of that. Focuses on school and football and goes home every night to help her with homework etc. At the end of their last game they play against each other in college cuz Bradley’s a year older and going to the draft, Bradley comes over to basically say good luck with the future and he’ll see him in the pros. He sees jake’s sister and kinda *notices* that maybe there’s more there than meets the eye.

2. Bradley gets drafted and has a great rookie year. Jake gets drafted the next year to a rival team in the division. Bradley tweets him and is like “rivals again I see” and jakes just kinda like what is with this guy????

3. They are very competitive when they play each other, but it’s after a game one day that Bradley’s leaving to go out with his teammates to a club and he sees Jake with his sister again, who obviously moved with him. He goes over to talk to them. The sister lights up cuz she’s seen her brother bitch and moan about this guy and she *knows* he’s into him even if he won’t admit it. So she asks bradley if he wants to go to dinner with them instead. Jake’s embarrassed she asked, but Bradley agrees (which shocks him). They go to dinner and it’s actually…nice. Bradley’s good with his sister and kinda funny and lame in a cute way. And Jake tells him about what happened, how he’s been raising his sister.

4. It starts happening every time they play each other. Dinners after. They start talking more outside of games too. In the off-season, Bradley goes to visit them. Invites them to visit him when she’s on summer break. He kinda becomes the third member of their little family, jake and him fall in love.

5. They start dating, decide to keep it secret for now. There’s winks and knowing looks when they play each other and in the offseason, people start questioning why exactly Bradley lives in another city (where jake lives year round.) The rumors really start up when they’re seen out together in grainy pics. And then Bradley shows up at Jake’s sister’s graduation with them and it’s like !!!!!! Anyways it’s a huge WTF moment for the football world. When Jake’s sister goes off to college, one of them’s contract is up and decides to get signed on the other’s team.

Oops adding on:

There would definitely be a moment where his sister is on an overnight field trip for a rivalry game so Jake tells bradley he’s off the hook, but Bradley’s like well why don’t we go out? So they get take out, go back to Jake’s. Bradley makes a joke about all Jake’s dates and Jake is like “what dates” with a laugh. Explains he doesn’t really have time/doesn’t fit in his life etc and anyways then end up sleeping together cuz bradley sooooo nicely and not at all selfishly volunteers himself for that. Truly, he just wants to help ;)

#hehehehhe have I thought this out obviously not #ask games #asks

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BUCK ON BEEF

(Heads up: This one has some rougher oral sex.)

It was a perfect Spring day to sit inside and watch the Masters. As Tom Miller turned on the big screen TV and flipped through the channels, he undid his tie and the top botton on his Sunday-best dress shirt. No two ways about it, Tom was a big man, 6'2" and carrying his former linebacker brawn on his frame, along with that married girth and a big broad belly.... topping 300 on the scale.

Tom sometimes thought he should cut back on the Chik-Fil-A sandwiches, or the fries, or the few beers he planned to have watching golf. He could get back to his playing weight or something closer to it. But the banker and father of two felt comfortable in his body. He had a very pretty (and still thin) ex-sorority wife who was into her big cuddly teddy bear of a husband.

And god help him, his son Trey liked Tom's girth, too. Like, really liked it.

"Hey, Dad," the high school quarterback said in his teen voice which even at 18 seemed to deepen by the day. The 6'2" stud had already changed out of his church clothes and walked into the den in just a flimsy pair of his high school team shorts. If his dad looked, he'd see Trey already sporting a good shank of teen bone.

Tom did look. When he and Trey first started fooling around, the family man had tried to put the breaks on it. Now, he leaned into it, the whole insane physicality of this affair with his son.

"Jesus, kiddo..." he growled with a playful laugh. Did that kid always have sex on his brain?

"Come on, Dad... Mom and Chels are swimming at the club all afternoon. It's been a couple weeks since we've had a long session."

Tom got a shy look on his full, masculine face as he stepped up to Trey and lightly gripped his son's waist. Trey took charge of the kiss, though, like he always did. One hand behing his dad's neck, the other greedily cupping that meaty ass cheek through the man's trousers to pull in all that dad beef.

"Damn, Dad," Trey hissed, his blue eyes peering into his daddy's. He leaned back and openly appraised his father's build, the way that blue blazer opened up to frame that belly. Trey had been fucking Coach Carson lately, too, as well as Mr. Reynolds, his math teacher, but none of those other men had the amazing thickness of his father. Placing his hands right on that stomach, the jock hissed, "It's been a while since we've had date night, sir."

God, Trey knew how to make Tom feel like he was a young jock himself. Carrying on a bromance with one of the D-line players on that South Carolina roster of 98. "It has been," the man answered in a husky Southern drawl. "Maybe in a couple of weeks," he hissed. "I'll tell the girls that you and I are taking a guys weekend... catch a couple of Braves games."

Trey grinned. Like any Southern jock, he was more than a little spoiled and used to getting his way. "Sounds awesome, Dad." He relinquished his feel of Tom's belly and through his peripheral vision, the father could see Trey push those shorts down, all the way off.

Indeed as Trey stepped back, he fisted that giant QB tool. Ten inches and almost flashlight thick. Two heavy nuts dangled low from the hard shaft. "Why don't you suck my cock some, Dad?" he asked.

Tom didn't know where the kid inherited that big stick from. He himself had a respectable enough tool, thick and meaty, like the rest of him, but the son was about three inches longer than him. It was insane. "I thought I raised you to say please and thank you, son," he teased.

Trey nodded. "Yessir. Would you please suck my cock, Dad?" he laughed.

"Guess that's as good as I'm gonna get," Tom chuckled as he kicked off his loafers and undid his belt. He was rock hard and as he folded his trousers over the end of the sofa, he couldn't help but be pleased by how perpetually fixated Trey was on the dick that made him.

Now stripped from the waist down except for some dress socks, Tom sat down on the sofa, his burly 300-ish pound frame looking bigger in a seated position, that big belly hanging over, that neck looking fuller. He was still in church attire from the waist up, and he was hunkering down to suck some oversized son meat.

"God yes," Trey gasped as Tom slathered his meaty cock. The QB placed his hands on his waist and let his dad do the work getting reacquainted with that dick before starting to service the teen. Trey got off on the contrast between his nakedness and his father's clothed, bulky form. "Suck me, Dad. Fuck yes...."

Then feeling super horned up, the athlete spread his legs a little and gripped his father's skull. And he powered his way deep into his dad's gullet.

Tom coughed up some throat slime at the intrusion but sucked it off that prick and back down his throat.

"Come on, Dad," Trey hissed, hips pausing a second before resuming their deep pump. "You did this a couple nights ago no problem."

The thick spit was now dripping down the big man's chin and onto his dress shirt as the jock son fucked his face rigorously. As sloppy throat sounds filled the room, Trey's eyes averted to the TV... he grinned as he thought how his first JO fantasies involved big-bellied golfers... Mickelson, Harrington, Rahm... Trey would flog his big teen bone thinking of fucking those dudes from here to Sunday.

"All right, Dad," Trey hissed. His voice wasn't dominant but instead encouraging. He and his father had been working on this trick. With a rough shove, he pulled his dad's face flush to his crotch.

"One mississippi.... two mississippi..." the quarterback counted off. Tom's face flushed beet red as his esophagus felt crazy full with his son's hard dong, cutting off his air. "... six mississippi... " Tom Miller started to gag but kept it in check. This was like deep throating Reggie, his defensive jock buddy back in the day. But better.

"You got this," Trey hissed, so turned on by the spasms of his father's throat and the fact the old man would let him do this.

Tom coughed again, sputtering around his son's huge shaft.

"Eleven mississippi!" Trey beamed proundly as he pulled out his cock. A heavy strand of throat slime came out with it, some of it dribbling down Tom's chin, the rest hanging from the tip of Trey's stalk till it snapped off and fell right on his dad's half-unbuttoned dress shirt.

"Fuck, that's nasty," Trey growled in lust.

The first time he'd gagged on Trey, Tom had felt embarrassed. Now, he loved the horny limits-testing they did. Trey pushing Dad in some old fashioned throat training, Dad seeing just how much mind can win out over body.

Tom leaned in greedily and swiped up some of that excess mucus.

That cock twitched when he did, but Trey's voice got a deep neediness. "Leave some of that slime on there, Dad. It'll make good lube."

Tom nodded, now in synch with his son's horniness. Undoing the remaining buttons of his shirt, he lay back on the couch, pulling his legs up.

"Goddamn, Dad," the young buck grunted, so turned on as he crawled up onto the sofa. His staff was angry-hard, and very wet from the throat job. He pushed it down to line it up with his father's slot. Normally, he'd enjoy the foreplay but Tom had worked up him too much, too fast. He didn't shove in but got a toe hold a half inch past the dadpucker.

"OOF!" Tom grunted. He would have admonished Trey, but his son knew what he was doing. Trey had never done anything but make the big man feel great.

The jock held steady and looked down on the 40-something bull of a man. Once again, he openly ran his hands over his dad's bulk, now able to touch the soft fur and bare skin. "I love your gut, sir... so fucking sexy."

An inch more dick pushed into his dad, who now more readily relaxed around that thick dong. Not only did Trey have the best throwing arm in Forsyth County, he surely carried the biggest dick around, too.

"I should probably slim down," Tom half objected. His son was so lean and muscular and perfect, the contrast did give the man a pause.

"Don't you dare," Trey laughed, spearing more meat inside his old man. "You could get bigger, Dad, and I'd fucking love it."

Tom grinned and pulled his arms back, hands behind his head, making the blazer and open shirt pull wide open. He was on full display for his son, gut and rounded pecs and all. "You a chubby chaser, son?" he asked. Before, he'd been too self conscious of his size around Trey, but now he wanted to know everything about what made his son tick.

Trey thought for a second, doing little micro-thrusts of his meat in and out of the daddy tightness. "Not really. I dunno... I just like having a lot of Daddy to hold onto." His hands were now on Tom's surprisingly firm, rounded belly, right as he pushed all the way in.

"You're tapping my hole, son," Tom hissed. This was always the most uncomfortable part of the fuck, but uncomfortable in a good way. It made Tom feel he was being taken for real. Even Reggie never tapped that second ring.

Trey nodded. "Want me to breach it today?" he asked.

Tom exhaled. "Fuck. I don't know." He wanted it, but each time Trey did was really fucking intense.

That son cock twitched inside the man's tight guts. It had taken them so long to work up to anal so readily, but it was now perfect for Trey... just the right relaxation of dadcunt to let him in, but still a hell of a lot of snugness around his prick. "Pull those legs, back," the QB urged.

Tom took a deep breath and did as instructed, pulling those thick thighs all the way back, and lifting his ass some in the process.

Trey waited a second, then pushed his hips all the way forward, driving his fat battering ram past the inner tightness.

"Oh my fucking GOD!" Tom yelled.

"Too much Daddy?" Trey checked in. It was vice tight way up there, and Trey worried this was too much for his father.

Tom exhaled again, biting his lip before responding. "God help me son, I want it. Work your cock over that entrance."

Trey grinned and examined his dad's big body as he did as instructed. Slow working back and forth over that ring.

"Fuck yes," Tom hissed. "My hung stud son..."

Trey got into it, making those strokes longer, knowing his dad was opened up inside. Pretty soon he was fucking harder and longer.

"Yes.... fuck me, son. Pound your daddy." Tom was geting into that wild, didn't-give-a-fuck part of the sex act. He needed this, all ten huge inches of Trey railing him.

It was like poppers to Trey, whose hips gained speed and power. He watched, wide eyed as that gut swayed with each power thrusts and those full titties bounced. That made him fuck harder, just to see those 300-plus pounds of beef jiggle more.

"Fuck!" Tom beat Trey's cum by two seconds, that dad dick spraying hands free all over his belly as his inner ring got battered.

And just as quickly, Trey's prick fucked on the slickness of his own seed. Finally the blur of those teen buck hips slowed to gentle sway, then a stop.

"Damn, Dad," the jock said, a little out of breath. "That was fucking hot."

Tom could only nod. Any thoughts had been fucked out of him. He was glad Trey was withdrawing as the deep fullness in his ass was getting too much, fast.

Trey had that satisfied look as he pulled back and knelt on the sofa, hands on his hips and still-hard meet sticking out, covered in fuck juices.

Tom scrambled to lean in, gently cleaning off his son's meat with long swipes of his tongue.

Now, he felt a little ashamed, and he wasn't sure the way Trey ruffled his hair affectionately made it better or worse.

He looked up at the TV once more then back at his dad. "I guess you want to watch your golf," Trey said. Maybe feeling a little bad he'd interrupted his father's Sunday ritual.

"Yeah," Tom said as he sat back in the sofa, his big belly falling over his sated genitals. Then he took another look at his hunky son. "Actually... how long did you say the girls would be at the Club?"

With a grin, he watched Trey's young buck cock jerk out into a fuck hard once more.

#drakestories

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