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Those Eyes!

(Joseph Quinn x Female Reader)

Summary: You meet Joe in a bar and the end of the night doesn’t go exactly as expected!

Word count: 2.5k

Warnings: Real person fic, so if you don’t like RPF please keep scrolling! NSFW, vaginal fingering, dirty talk. Tiny bit of angst if you squint!

Notes: My first RPF, so please be gentle!

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“This is so needed, what a shitty week,” you sighed as you dropped the empty shot glass on to the table with a thump, your throat burning. You weren’t sure how a week had felt about a month long, but it just seemed to have been one thing after another recently, and this night out with your friends was long overdue!

After a few pre-drinks whilst getting ready, we’d made our way in to central London and had stumbled in to the first lively looking bar we’d come across when we stepped out of the underground station. The bar was packed, the music pounding as bodies moved in tandem on the dance floor, the usual line of creepy guys crowded around the edges searching out the drunkest girls.

“I’m just going to the bathroom and then I’m gonna go out for a cigarette,” you told your friends as you rose from your seat, your friends nodding before carrying on with their conversation.

You were feeling distracted tonight, the usually easily-flowing conversation feeling forced as you struggled to join in. You had nights like these, and would usually be better cuddled up under your blanket watching a movie, but you’d forced yourself out tonight, hoping that a drink and some music would bring you out of your slump.

After using the bathroom, you paused at the mirror on the wall, running your fingers underneath your eyes, checking your make-up was still where it should be and checking yourself over. You’d bought a new dress for tonight, a figure-hugging dress, deep brown in colour and falling just above your knees. Smoothing over the soft chiffon, you took a deep breath, flicking your hair back over your shoulder as you turned and made your way out to the beer garden.

Even that was busy, despite the chill in the spring air. Finding an empty spot and leaning back against the cold stone wall, you pulled your phone from your bag and lit a cigarette, taking a long, deep drag as you unlocked her phone, scrolling through your social media feed.

“Excuse me, could I borrow that?” You turned to look at the stranger standing beside you, your breath catching in your throat as your eyes locked with his.

You were sure you recognised him, but just couldn’t figure out where from. He was tall, dressed in loose light blue jeans and a light blue shirt, unbuttoned and sitting loosely over a plain white t-shirt, his hair covered by a baseball cap. But the cap couldn’t cover those eyes.

Fuck, those eyes!

You must have stared for a split second too long, as his deep voice pulled you out of her haze. “No matter how many I buy, I always seem to lose them,” he laughed.

“Sorry! Yeah, sure,” you stuttered, holding your hand out to him, your heart skipping a beat as his fingertips brushed yours and he smiled down at you.

“Thank you love,” he sighed softly before lighting his cigarette, slowly exhaling a cloud of smoke as he handed the lighter back. “I’m Joe, it’s nice to meet you,” he smiled. You nodded, your stomach flipping as the gears in your head finally clicked.

“Joe Quinn, right? I knew you looked familiar,” you grinned. He chuckled as he took another drag of his cigarette. “You know, the cap isn’t a very good disguise if you don’t want people to recognise you,” you laughed as he took another drag of his cigarette, shaking his head in amusement as he removed his cap, pushing it hard into his pocket and running his hand through his dark, messy curls.

“You’re not the first to tell me that,” he chuckled. “I should try harder. What’s your name?”

“Y/N.”

“Nice to meet you Y/N,” he said quietly, his deep brown eyes sparkling brightly despite the low lighting outside.

“Nice to meet you too Joe.”

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Once again, you found yourself checking your reflection in the mirror of the bar bathroom.

It was getting late now, and the number of shots you’d drunk had certainly gone to your head, as well as your bladder!

After sharing a cigarette with Joe, you’d gone back to your friends, and had eventually waved Joe and his friends over to join you all. Your friends didn’t have any idea who Joe was, they weren’t exactly Stranger Things fans, so apart from his own friends teasing, Joe had got away without too much attention.

You were surprised at how ‘normal’ he was. Sure, he spoke with a posh boy accent and name-dropped his co-stars more than once, but he seemed to be just a usual south London boy. Funny, confident (maybe bordering on cocky), charming. Flirty, you smiled to yourself as you locked eyes with yourself in the mirror.

You’d had butterflies fluttering in your stomach most of the night, your heart stuttering every time his soft eyes met yours. Were you imagining the spark between the two of you? Probably, you thought, but hell, you were going to make the most of the time you were able to spend with him, whether the flirting was real or just in your head.

You ran your fingers through your hair, smoothing the flyaways and straightening your parting before making your way back toward the bar.

As you moved through the crowd, the smell of sweat and alcohol finally beginning to overwhelm your senses, you noticed that the table where your friends had been was now sat empty, the drained glasses littering the surface.

You looked around, confused, jumping with a start as a hand wrapped gently around your arm.

“Where did everyone go?” You asked.

“Y/F/N was hungry so Wes has taken them to the kebab shop around the corner,” Joe explained. “I said I’d walk you around,” he smiled.

“Such a gentleman,” you teased as he reached out, taking your hand in his and leading you out of the bar.

You hadn’t realised how cold it had got and wrapped your free arm around yourself in an attempt to shield yourself from the biting wind.

“You ok?” You nodded, smiling up at him. He let go of your hand and slipped his arm around your shoulders, pulling you tight against him. “Better?” You nodded again, giggling to yourself. “What’s funny?”

“The fact that I have superstar Joseph Quinn’s arm around me,” you laughed dramatically. “Wasn’t how I was expecting to end the night.”

As you walked together along the busy street, you started to notice people staring as you passed, girls whispering excitedly to their friends, some shouting at him from across the street. He glanced across at them smiling reluctantly.

“You sure you wanna be seen with your arm around a random stranger?”

“To be honest, even without my arm around you, that’ll still happen, so I might as well roll with it,” he said quietly. You gazed up at him, his face now clouded with something you couldn’t quite put your finger on. Sadness?

“That must get annoying.” He nodded, the movement almost imperceptible. “I saw your award speech. Do they really scare you?”

“No,” he sighed. “It’s all just been a bit overwhelming. There are some who are, um, a bit over the top,” he chuckled. “But the vast majority of my fans are amazing. Let’s face it, without them, I wouldn’t be where I am. I’m going to be in a Ridley Scott film for gods sake,” he laughed loudly. “It would just be nice to have some peace sometimes, that’s all.”

Suddenly the heel of your shoe hit a stone and you stumbled dramatically. Joe’s arm slipped from your shoulders but he quickly grabbed your arm and steadied you, pulling you tight against him as he gazed down at you, taking his lip between his teeth as if trying to silence himself. For a few seconds, the world seemed to stop. His eyes wandered your face, his thumb gently stroking the skin of your wrist. “You think you should have worn flatter shoes?” He smirked. A loud laugh escaped from your mouth.

“Oh no, absolutely not hun. You do not get to take the piss out of my shoes when you’re wearing THOSE,” you giggled, motioning to his feet with your free hand. He dropped your arm, grabbing dramatically at his chest.

“Oh sweetheart, you wound me,” he gasped in mock offence. “What’s wrong with my shoes?!”

“Absolutely nothing grandpa,” you laughed. Joe stopped, his mouth falling open in shock. “Come on, we better catch up with the others,” you grinned as you began to walk away from him.

You squealed loudly as you felt fingers wrap themselves tightly around your arm, pulling you down a dark alleyway between two buildings.

“What are you doing?” You laughed as you followed him, struggling to keep up on your heels.

“Just trust me,” he said over his shoulder.

Eventually the alleyway opened up into a small courtyard with what looked to be the back doors to the shops on the main street.

Before you knew what was happening, Joe’s hands were around your waist, pulling you flush against him as he walked you backwards, the back of your legs hitting a low wall.

“I’ve been waiting all night to get my hands on you,” he whispered, his voice deeper, darker than a moment before. His tongue flicked across his lips, moistening them as his eyes roamed your face, settling momentarily on your lips before locking eyes with you once more. “Is this ok?” He asked.

Your heart was racing, pounding so hard in your chest that you were sure he must be able to hear it. Looping your fingers into his belt loops and pulling him even tighter to you, you nodded silently, not trusting yourself to speak.

He smiled, lifting you off your feet and sitting you on the wall. Using his knee to push your legs apart, he settled between your thighs, his hands now in your hair. “Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?” He breathed, lowering his forehead to rest against yours, his eyes falling closed as the tip of his nose brushed gently against yours.

“Joe?” You said softly. He opened his eyes slowly, his pupils so blown that the chocolate shades were now pitch black. “Just shut up,” you whispered with a sigh, leaning forward to finally capture his lips with your own.

His hands tightened in your hair, a soft moan falling from your lips as he pulled gently, angling your head up towards him as his tongue swiped gently against your lips, begging for entrance, which you gladly granted.

Your head was spinning, but not from the alcohol. From him. From the taste of alcohol and cigarettes on his tongue, the smell of the cologne he wore, the softness of his fingertips as they ghosted across your neck.

Your lips chased his with a quiet whimper as he broke the kiss, chuckling as he lowered his lips to your neck, leaving desperate open-mouthed kisses as you wrapped your legs around his thighs, gasping aloud as he rolled his hips against you. You pushed back against him, a shock running through your body as you felt his hard cock against your heat.

His hands were on your thighs now, his mouth leaving a trail of kisses along your collarbone, the feeling of his teeth gently dragging across your skin sending shivers down your spine. His hands reached the hem of your dress and he paused, lifting his head to look at you.

“Still ok?” He whispered breathlessly, and you nodded eagerly.

“More than ok,” you gasped. “Joe, please…”

“Shh, it’s ok love,” he assured you. “I’ve got you.”

His lips met yours again, more intensely this time, his tongue licking in to your mouth. His hands moved swiftly upwards until they met the seam of your panties, and your lips faltered for a moment as he pushed them aside, his fingers moving against your heat.

“So wet for me already,” he smirked as his fingers found your clit, drawing a loud moan from deep within your chest, your back arching, pushing your body hard against him. “You like that, huh?” He said, his lips so close to yours that you could feel his breath.

You nodded desperately, your hands gripping tightly to his strong arms, feeling the muscles flexing beneath your touch as his fingers began to rub small circles against your most sensitive spot. Your body betrayed your attempts to stay quiet as a pathetic whimper slipped from your lips. “Uh uh, don’t go quiet on me now love, let me hear you.”

Joe’s hand stilled, his hips shifting as he moved himself, his thumb now pressed against your clit as two of his fingers teased tantalisingly at your entrance. “Tell me what you need,” he breathed.

“You,” you gasped as his fingers gently eased just slightly inside of you. “Please,” you begged again, your body squirming beneath his touch.

He lifted his head, watching your face as he pushed his fingers further into you, a cocky smirk spreading across his lips as your eyes squeezed shut, your mouth falling open as you gasped for air. His thumb began to rub small circles against your clit, his fingers curling inside you, almost instantly finding the spot that made your body tighten around him.

Your head fell forward, resting against his shoulder as your hands slipped under his shirt, your fingernails scratching hard against his stomach as they made their way downwards. Your fingers closed around his jeans button, but his free hand grabbed yours roughly, pushing it behind your back, your fingers laced with his. “Uh uh,” he shook his head.

“I wanna feel you,” you sighed.

You realised how pathetic you must sound, but you just couldn’t find it within yourself to care.

“And you will,” he promised. “But not yet,” he added with a smirk as he lowered his lips back to your neck, his tongue flicking gently at the soft spot just below your ear. “Fuck, you feel so good baby,” he groaned, his fingers curling just right inside you again, a strangled moan slipping from your lips again as your free hand grabbed hard at his wrist between your legs, silently pleading him not to stop as the tension inside you intensified.

“Are you close?” He whispered, his lips ghosting against your skin as you nodded desperately. “Come on baby, let go for me.”

As if your body had been waiting for his permission, your orgasm ripped through you, your vision turning white, every nerve in your body firing at once, his name falling from your lips like a prayer. “That’s it,” he mumbled, letting go of the hand he had held behind your back, grabbing hard at your hair again, kissing you hard as his fingers worked you through your peak. As the waves of ecstacy subsided, your kiss grew softer, gentler, and he pulled his hand from under your dress, slipping it around your waist and holding you tightly. “You good?” He asked quietly, lifting his head to gaze down at you.

“Hmm,” you nodded, your tongue flicking out to wet your lips as you tightened your legs around him, a guttural growl rumbling in his chest as your hand ran down his body, palming at his hard cock through his jeans.

“Have you got anywhere you need to be?” He asked.

“No, why?” You asked with a cheeky smile.

“You’re coming home with me,” he said firmly as he pulled you to your feet. “I’m gonna fucking ruin you.”

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