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willowsnook · 2 months ago

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bar nights and unexpected sparks (18+)

turkey mozzarella mikes way this is the first time I've seen this, hope I got it right inspiration 🫶🏻

josh allen x stranger!reader

please don't leave

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Much to your irritation, your friends had dragged you out to the bars Saturday night when you would much rather have been at home, watching football, and recovering from Thanksgiving with your family. You had landed back in Buffalo that morning and were exhausted but two of your college friends were in town so you gave in to their demands.

Luckily, they weren't in the mood for clubbing, so you all ended up at a more casual sports bar downtown. You settled on a simple black bodysuit paired with jeans and a leather jacket that would hopefully keep you somewhat warm. Dinner had been two hours full of catching up so you didn't feel bad when your attention started to turn towards the screens in the bar instead of your friends. Standing with your arms crossed, one hand holding your beer, you were watching your college team play with a frown on your face.

"There are two way better games on, but yet here you are in front of this one," a guy said from next to you, amused. You didn't even bother turning to him when you answered.

"It's like a car accident; you just can't look away." The guy laughed, and you continued. "This has maybe been the most miserable season I have ever witnessed from them, but here I am."

"Through the good and the bad," he said, raising his glass. You clinked yours against his, finally looking at him. You were startled to see that Josh Allen was looking back at you.

"Is this the part where I should ask for your autograph or picture?" you asked, amused, and he chuckled, shrugging his shoulders.

"If you want," he said.

"I was joking. Have a good night, " you said before raising your glass again to him and turning to find your friends. The last guy you had dated had been an athlete, and he was so horrible that you swore off the entire category of them, even if they seemed as nice as Josh just had.

"Shots!" Your friend Cara exclaimed when she saw you walking back towards them. You joined them for a round of tequila before ordering another drink. The drunker you got, the more you yapped, and you and Cara were in a deep conversation about her mother-in-law when she giggled, pointing behind you. Turning, you saw your other friend, Emma, making out with someone at the bar.

"Looks like her plan to be a WAG is in motion," you joked, explaining that the guy she was making out with was a Bills player.

"You've got the attention of one too," she said, nudging you to look to the other end of the bar, where Josh was standing, watching you as he sipped his drink. He grinned when you made eye contact and you rolled your eyes, but a small smile gave you away.

He made his way over to you, and Cara conveniently slipped away into the crowd, allowing him to take her seat.

"Can I buy you a drink?" He asked.

"I already have one," you replied, and his eyes danced with amusement.

"Not a Bills fan, then, I take it?"

"Not at all, Mr. Quarterback," you teased, and he bit his lip, trying to contain another smile.

"So if I was on any other team I might have a chance?"

"Oh, if you were Jordan Love, I'd already have my tongue down your throat," you said, and his face went red at the crassness of your words, making you giggle. "You are what they say you are."

"And what's that?" He asked.

"Innocent," you replied with a wink.

Josh's eyes widened slightly at your boldness, but he recovered quickly, leaning closer.

"Maybe I'm not as innocent as you think," he said, his voice low and husky.

You felt a shiver run down your spine, but you weren't about to let him see how he affected you. "Is that so?" you challenged, raising an eyebrow.

He nodded, a mischievous glint in his eye. "Want me to prove it?"

You hesitated for a moment, your resolve wavering. Something about Josh drew you in despite your reservations about dating athletes. Maybe it was the alcohol clouding your judgment or the genuine warmth in his smile, but you found yourself nodding.

"Alright, Mr. Not-So-Innocent. Show me what you've got."

Without warning, Josh leaned in and captured your lips in a bruising kiss that had you gasping and leaning your head into his hand. Slipping off the stool, you stepped into him, and his hand dropped to your waist, pulling you closer.

Someone shook Josh's shoulder, and you were breathless as he pulled away. One of his teammates was standing there, smirking as he looked between the two of you.

"We're heading to the next bar, man," he told Josh, who nodded before turning to you.

"Come on," he said, not letting go of your waist.

"My friends are here," you countered, and he nodded to something behind you.

"It looks like one of them is already coming," he said. You saw Emma standing by the door with the guy she was making out with.

"Fine," you agreed, and he gave you a cheesy grin.

The next bar was way nicer than the last, but the guys had gotten a private section in the back with several booths. Emma was already sitting down and you joined her after telling Josh what you wanted to drink.

As Josh disappeared to get your drinks, Emma leaned in close, her eyes sparkling excitedly.

"I can't believe you're here with Josh Allen," she whispered. "What happened to swearing off athletes?"

You shrugged, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness. "I don't know. There's just something about him..."

Before you could finish, Josh returned with your drinks. He slid into the booth beside you, his thigh pressing against yours. The warmth of his body sent a thrill through you.

"So, tell me something about yourself that isn't related to football," you said, siping your drink.

Josh's eyes lit up. "Well, I'm actually pretty good at cooking. I make a mean chicken parmesan."

"Is that so?" you teased. "I might have to taste it to believe it."

He leaned in closer before whispering in your ear, "If you wanted to go home with me that badly,all you had to do was ask."

Your body flushed at his comment, and he gave you a wide grin, knowing how much he was affecting you. The rest of the night was spent getting to know each other with many flirty comments mixed in.

Emma was long gone, and you were still talking with Josh as the bar got louder and louder.

After not being able to hear you for the third time, Josh grabbed your waist and pulled you onto his lap.

"Much better," he said, and you rolled your eyes, smiling. You settled your arm around his neck and looked out over the rest of the bar, entertained by the people watching.

Despite his confidence growing with you throughout the night, you felt him start to get a little nervous.

"What's wrong?" You asked, eyebrows furrowed.

"Nothing," he said quickly, and you gave him a look. "Believe it or not, I don't usually pick up girls from the bar so I'm not sure what to do next."

You smiled at his confession, wondering how you had seemed to find an enigma of the usual athlete type.

You leaned in close, your lips brushing his ear as you whispered, "Well, Mr. Quarterback, I think it's time we got out of here, don't you?"

His eyes darkened with desire as he nodded, excitement and nervousness evident on his face. You slid off his lap, grabbing his hand and leading him through the crowded bar towards the exit.

The cool night air hit you as you stepped outside, sending a shiver down your spine. Josh immediately shrugged off his jacket, draping it over your shoulders.

"Such a gentleman," you teased, snuggling into the warmth of his jacket.

He chuckled, wrapping an arm around your waist. "I try. So, your place or mine?"

You hesitated for a moment, weighing your options. "Yours," you decided. "My roommate might be home."

He called an Uber to pick you up, and the car ride to his place was quiet, as you were both sobering up. Naturally, the house he lived in was mind-boggling to you, but you didn't say anything, trying to keep your amazement at bay.

He led you through the front door, and you welcomed the heat of his home. Shrugging off your jacket and his, you laid them over the couch. He lingered next to you, and you found his anxiety adorable.

"How about a tour?" you asked, and he nodded, taking your hand to lead you around the house. The bedroom was last, and you were impressed by how clean his whole house was, including the bedroom.

"So yeah, that's everything," he said, turning back to you.

Moving towards him, you put your hands on his chest, pushing him backward until the back of his knees hit the bed, forcing him to sit down. God, you wish you could take a picture of how he looked up at you. He scooted a little backward and waited expectantly.

Not breaking eye contact, you unbuttoned your jeans, sliding them down your legs as he watched. His eyes widened as he took in your toned legs, and you smirked at his reaction. Next, you pulled off your bodysuit, leaving you in just your bra and underwear, and moved onto the bed, straddling him.

Feeling him hard underneath you, you smirked, running your hands through his hair.

"Like what you see?" You teased.

Josh's hands found your hips, his fingers digging into your skin as he pulled you closer. "God, yes," he breathed, his eyes roaming over your body with undisguised desire.

You leaned in, capturing his lips in a heated kiss. His hands slid up your back, fumbling with the clasp of your bra before finally unhooking it. You shrugged it off, tossing it aside.

Josh broke the kiss, his lips trailing down your neck as his hands cupped your breasts. You gasped, arching into his touch. "Josh," you moaned, grinding your hips against his.

"You're so beautiful," he murmured, his eyes locked on yours.

You reached for the hem of his shirt, tugging it upwards. "Off," you demanded, and he complied, leaning back to pull it over his head. You let your nails drag down his abs, and his breathing got heavier as you reached his waistband.

He pouted as you pushed off his lap but quickly groaned as he watched you sink to your knees in front of him. He nodded as you met his eyes in question, and you pulled down his boxers, releasing his cock out in the open. He threw his head back the second your tongue touched his tip, and you swirled it around, making him whimper.

You took him into your mouth, slowly at first, savoring the way he twitched and gasped above you. His hands tangled in your hair as you began to bob your head, taking him deeper with each movement. His sounds only spurred you on, and you hollowed your cheeks, increasing the suction.

"Fuck," Josh groaned, his hips bucking slightly. "You're incredible."

You hummed around him, sending vibrations through his body. His grip on your hair tightened, and you could tell he was close. Just as you felt him tensing up, ready to release, you pulled away, leaving him panting and frustrated.

"Why'd you stop?" he asked, his voice strained.

You stood up, a mischievous glint in your eye. "Because I want you inside me when you come."

Josh's eyes darkened with lust, and he yanked you onto him, meeting your lips in a heated frenzy. Lining himself up, he held your hips up before gently letting you sink out, enjoying the gasp that escaped your lips. Putting your hands on his chest, you pushed him down on the bed so that he way lying down as you used his abs to balance.

His nails dug into your waist as you set a fast pace, moving against him. Rolling your hips into his, the moan that came from his mouth pushed you closer to your release and he could tell by your whimpers. His thumb found your clit as he applied pressure, and you soon started to get off rhythm, overcome with pleasure. He took over the pace, thrusting up into you aggressively, and you tried to hold on, but your brain was turning to mush.

Your body tensed as waves of pleasure washed over you, your walls clenching around Josh's cock. He groaned, the sensation of your orgasm pushing him over the edge. His hips stuttered as he came, filling you with his release.

You collapsed onto his chest, both of you breathing heavily. Josh's arms wrapped around you, holding you close as you both came down from your highs. After a few moments, he gently rolled you onto your side, keeping you pressed against him.

"That was..." he trailed off, searching for words.

"Incredible," you finished for him, a satisfied smile on your face.

He chuckled, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. "Definitely incredible."

You lay there in comfortable silence for a while, Josh's fingers tracing lazy patterns on your back. Eventually, you reluctantly pulled away, sitting up.

"I should probably go," you mumbled, starting to move off the bed but Josh's hands reached out, stopping you.

"Please don't leave," he whispered, and you nodded.

"Join me in the shower then?" You asked and he grinned, moving off the bed and scooping you up to carry you into the bathroom.

"Only if you'll consider becoming a Bills fan," he said, looking down at you as you smiled.

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