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psychokinetic-ectoplasm · 6 months ago

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hey can I get uhhhhhhhhh Joe Friday with a partner that, for whatever reason (can be up to you), is eager but extremely nervous about being intimate with him

thanks :)

Thanks for this, anon!! This is my first time writing for Friday, so I hope he's okay!

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NSFW under the cut!

The World

You sighed happily as Joe's hand slid into your hair before he leaned back in to kiss you again. He was being particularly affectionate tonight, and you were not about to complain. It just let you know he was comfortable with you and wanted you.

And he never pushed for more, either, though you knew he left some nights very aroused. It was like he wanted you to be the one to initiate things, though it did make you wonder… When he left in that state, did he go home and take care of himself, maybe thinking about you? You've thought about him enough times…

But this was as far as things had gone up to this point between you and Joe. Just kissing. You loved it, and he seemed to greatly enjoy it, too. And it wasn't as though you didn't want more; it's just… Well… He'd be your first. And as far as you knew, Joe didn't know that. You hadn't told him.

But tonight, after he made you dinner, danced with you for a bit, and with how sweet he was being now, holding you close and kissing you… What were you so afraid of? Besides, you were certain you loved him. You might not have said the words yet, but you were still sure.

You hummed as Joe slowly ended the kiss with a few soft pecks.

“Joe?” you murmured.

He moved his head to leave a trail of kisses along your jaw. “Hm?”

You hesitated just for a second. “I want you.”

Joe leaned back, his hands moving to hold your face, his thumbs caressing your cheeks. He looked a little unsure but also mixed with barely repressed excitement. “You do?”

You nodded. “Surely, you know I do.”

He gazed back at you, the look in his eyes so soft. Only you ever got to see him this way. “I'd hoped you did.”

“You want me, too… Don't you?” you asked, reaching up to lightly touch his lips. Joe kissed your fingertips.

“Yes,” he whispered. “I think you know I do. I've seen you looking.”

You looked away, blushing. “I'm sorry, I… I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable.” You then glanced up at his face, finding him gazing intently at you. “Joe?”

“I should be apologizing to you,” he murmured. “You deserve better…”

“Better than what?” you whispered.

Joe took a breath. “Better than fueling my fantasies after I leave you at night.”

Despite his words, which thrilled you, he looked… ashamed, which broke your heart. “Hey,” you said, tilting his face to yours. “Please don't feel bad about that. I… I do the same. I mean, I think about you.”

He swallowed hard, frowning. “Don't tell me that… Please.”

“Why not?”

The next thing you knew, Joe picked you up and carried you to the bedroom. However, you didn't make it to the bed. Instead, he pressed you up to the bedroom door, his hips pressed against yours, letting you feel how aroused he already was.

“Because I'm doing my best to remain a gentleman, but sweetheart… You make me crazy. I want you so much.”

Before you could respond, Joe kissed you passionately. You hummed, your arms tightening around his neck. His desire for you both emboldened you but also made you even more nervous. You wanted him, but you also wanted this to be good for him. You didn't want your inexperience to ruin it.

Joe then stepped back from the door, still kissing you, and carried you to the bed. As gently as he could, he laid you down, settling on top of you. You hummed, loving the feeling of his body on yours.

But then his hands began to wander. Granted, you loved the feeling. You wanted him to touch you under your clothes more than anything. But him touching you, getting your clothes out of the way… That only meant you were one step closer to the actual deed. It was enough to spike your anxiousness, making you still and not respond as enthusiastically. Joe seemed to take notice as his hand stopped on your hip, his fingertips just barely under your shirt.

“You seem nervous, sweetheart,” he murmured, kissing the corner of your lips. “Are you alright? Do you want to stop?”

You swallowed hard, your hands restlessly moving over his arms. “No! No, it's just…” You had to tell him. “You should know… I've never done this before. I mean, I've never…”

He lifted his head, frowning a bit. “Why do you sound… ashamed? That's not a problem. In fact, I commend you for it.”

Of course, he would say that… But that didn't help your nerves any. “I don't want to disappoint you,” you admitted quietly.

Now, Joe looked shocked. “Oh, sweetheart…” He pressed kisses to your forehead and cheeks. “You could never disappoint me, I promise. And if you want to continue on like this, just kissing, that's fine with me. I just want to make you happy.”

Tears pricked your eyes. “Joe… I want you to be my first. Please. Make love to me.”

He nodded. “I will. And I promise I'll be gentle. If you want me to stop at any point, I will. I want you to be comfortable around me and with me.”

You sighed, the words leaving your mouth before you could stop them. “I love you, Joe.”

A broad smile, something you rarely got to see, overtook his features. “Oh, honey, I love you, too.”

That made you beam and throw your arms around his neck to kiss him again. You were both smiling a little too much for it to become passionate, but it was still perfect.

Joe kept his gaze locked on your face between kisses as he set about slowly removing your clothes. You helped him as best you could given your position, letting him know you wanted this.

Your shirt went first, tugged off over your head. Joe lightly touched your sides, trailing his fingers downward to the top of your pants. It was only when he had them removed that he leaned back to look over you. He sighed, looking over you, clad only in your undergarments.

“Beautiful,” he murmured.

Boldly, while he was still watching, you removed your bra, your cheeks heating more than they already were to be so exposed. Joe's breath caught as he eyed your breasts.

“You're perfect, sweetheart.” He then rested his hands just below your breasts. “May I?”

You nodded. “Please.’

Joe took a shaky breath as he covered your breasts with his hands. They were big enough to completely cover your soft, supple flesh. And he was so gentle, alternating between softly kneading and lightly teasing your nipples, leaving you to quietly gasp in response. His lips sought out your neck before he began to kiss down to your chest, replacing a hand with his mouth. You gasped a little more loudly upon feeling his tongue slide over your nipple.

“Joe,” you breathed, your fingers trying to find purchase in his short hair.

He hummed against you, still licking and lightly sucking, alternating between both breasts, taking his fill of both.

“Sweetheart,” he whispered, pressing your breasts together and kissing your sternum. “Your skin is so soft and warm… And you're so beautiful. The most beautiful woman I've ever had the pleasure of laying eyes on.”

You smiled bashfully. “You don't mean that…”

“I would never lie to you,” he continued, his hands moving down your sides and leaving a trail of kisses down your stomach. “I give you my assurance as an upholder of the law that I never will. Nothing but the facts.”

You bit your lip to hide your laugh. As his fingers settled on the waistband of your underwear, your nerves came back, making you squeeze your legs together. Joe looked up at your face and seemed to realize what was happening. However, he did something you didn't expect and made you panic just for a moment.

He got off the bed and gazed down at you for a moment. You thought he was stopping entirely, but then he began to unbutton his shirt. You watched raptly, your eyes wandering over him. When you reached his crotch, you had to look away for a moment, your cheeks burning. His arousal was obvious and from the bulge in his pants… Well, he seemed big.

Joe murmured your name, getting you to look back up at his face. He was about to pull his undershirt off. “Do you want me to keep going?”

You nodded frantically, your gaze dropping to the strip of tummy now visible, where you could see a trail of hair disappearing beneath the waistband of his pants. He then pulled the shirt off entirely, and you sucked in a breath upon seeing his chest. Your fingers itched to touch him, to run your fingers through his chest hair. You were so distracted by this that you startled a bit when he spoke again.

“Come here,” he murmured, holding his hands out to you.

With the slightest bit of hesitation, you got up on your knees and moved to the end of the bed in front of him. His smile and gaze were so soft as he took your hands in his.

“Touch me,” he whispered, placing your hands on his chest.

You eagerly did, your fingers threading through his chest hair. Joe let you explore his chest, arms, and stomach unrestricted, and you loved it. You loved getting to touch his skin and figure out from his light gasps and hitches in his breath where he liked it the most.

Eventually, your hands wandered to his belt.

“Go ahead,” he whispered.

With hesitant movements, you undid his belt, discarded it, and then undid his pants. Only then did Joe help in removing them, leaving you both now in just your underwear.

You swallowed hard as you took in the sight of the tent in the fabric of his briefs. Joe took your hand and lowered it to himself, letting you feel the hot, hard length of him through the material.

“What you do to me,” he murmured.

Your breath was shaky as you touched him, your arousal spiking as Joe let out a quiet moan.

“May I touch you, too, sweetheart?” he asked, his free hand moving to your hip.

Your thighs clenched together again, but this time in anticipation of a touch. You could feel the wetness gathering between your legs, the evidence of your own desire for him. “Please.”

Joe pushed his hand between your thighs, his fingers pressing against the damp crotch of your panties.

“Joe,” you breathed, your hips rocking against his hand. “How much I want you.”

He touched his lips to yours. “I feel it.”

With that, he gently eased you back onto the bed and crawled on top of you, still teasing you through your underwear. Once he had you on your back, he lightly tugged on them. “May I?”

You nodded, squirming impatiently at this point. You needed more stimulation, which Joe gladly gave after discarding your panties. His fingers were immediately on your clit, gently rubbing it. You gasped and pulled at his shoulders, bringing his face closer to yours. He was smiling.

“Okay?” he asked between soft pecks to your lips.

“Yes,” you breathed. “Oh, it feels… so good…”

“And this?”

He lowered his hand just a bit, sliding his middle finger between your slick folds, nudging at your entrance for a moment before easing his finger inside you. You moaned at the feeling. Just one finger made you feel fuller than you'd ever felt before, seeing as his fingers were thicker than yours.

Joe echoed your moan. “Sweetheart… you feel amazing.”

You whimpered his name and clutched at him. You were beginning to feel desperate in your need. Joe kissed your cheek.

“Tell me what you want, honey,” he practically purred. You might have been surprised if you hadn't been lost in the feeling of his finger massaging your inner walls. “What you need.”

You weren't entirely sure, but you acted on impulse.

“I want to see you,” you whispered, tugging on the waistband of his briefs.

He smiled, slipping his finger from you, and quickly shed his underwear, finally baring himself to your gaze. You gasped a bit at the sight of his cock, flushed and dripping just a bit with precum. You'd been right; he was big, thick. Not shockingly so, but it made you feel nervous again. But despite those nerves, in your desire for him, you reached out, took his cock in your hand, and gave him a few strokes. Joe closed his eyes and groaned.

“Honey, if you keep that up, I won't be able to make love to you,” he said, his voice tight. It thrilled you to know you had such an effect on him.

You quickly let go of him. “I'm sorry.”

Joe opened his eyes and smiled sweetly at you, shaking his head. “Don't be. I'll let you touch later, but right now, please… I need to make love to you. I've needed this for so long.”

You whined a bit in response, pulling at his shoulders. “I need you, too, Joe. Please!”

Joe leaned down, kissing you soundly. In the back of your mind, you wondered if he did this partly to distract you as you felt the head of his cock press against your entrance, using your slick to lube his tip. Still, he broke the kiss just for a moment to breathe one word.

“Ready?”

You nodded, your arms tightening around his neck. “Yes.”

Joe kept softly kissing you as he, as gently and slowly as he could, pushed into you, stopping here and there to let you adjust to him. You gasped sharply at the initial stretch, your fingers digging into his arms. He was rocking his hips a bit, allowing your slick to help make things glide easier, which you appreciated. But still, the feeling of his cock spreading you out stole your breath away.

You whimpered into his mouth, your fingers probably painfully digging into his skin, but Joe made no protest.

“That's it, baby,” he murmured. “You're doing so well.” When he was about halfway inside you, he lifted his head a bit to look at your face. “Still okay?”

You were breathing hard, hardly able to think at all between the feeling of his cock stretching your walls like they never had been before and the mere thought that this was finally happening, that Joe was inside you. It was a bit uncomfortable, but you didn't want him to stop. “Yeah, keep going.”

Joe nodded and continued. When he had pushed in as far as he could, he stayed still for a long while, letting you get used to him. He groaned next to your ear.

“You feel so good around me, sweetheart. Like I said, you're perfect.” Joe peppered your face with kisses, making you smile. “I love you so much. Thank you for this.”

“Joe,” you quietly moaned, his words seemingly relaxing you enough for the uncomfortableness to fade, being replaced by a desperate need for him to start moving. “Please.”

Thankfully, he understood and finally began rolling his hips. Again, he kept his thrusts slow and gentle, still letting you get used to the feeling.

Joe wasn't particularly vocal. Aside from his heavy breaths and occasional grunts, you heard very few moans. However, he did speak, repeatedly telling you how good you felt, how well you were doing, how much he loved you… And he was making you feel so good, too, drawing out sounds past your lips that you never thought you'd make. But this was Joe Friday, the man you'd fallen so deeply in love with, making love to you for the first time, in every sense.

“Joe, baby,” you whined. He was going too slow. You needed more. “God, you feel so good inside me.”

Your words made your cheeks hear, but Joe's responding hum of pleasure made it worth it. You could feel him trembling as he held back. He needed more, too.

“More, please!” you begged.

He nodded frantically. “Yes.”

He sped up his thrusts but still made sure not to be too rough with you. His breath was hot on your cheek.

“I love you,” he panted, his hand finding yours and lacing your fingers together. “I love you.”

You felt overwhelmed but in the most wonderful way. “Oh, Joe, baby… I love you, too! Don't stop!”

Joe tilted his head to kiss your lips. “I won't.” He then groaned again. “Are you close, honey? Please, tell me you’re close.”

You nodded frantically. “Yes!”

He let go of your hand to push in between you two, his fingers pressing over your clit. He teased the little bud quickly, almost immediately pushing you to the edge.

“Joe!”

“Cum for me, sweetheart. Please, let me feel you.”

Joe's voice was tight and shaky, letting you know he was likely holding back. He wanted to feel you cum around him before finding his own release. It was the thought of him cumming inside you that sent you over the edge with a cry. Your walls squeezed him, making him moan and his thrusts falter.

His fingers didn't let up on your clit, even after he gasped and suddenly pulled out of you. You looked down in time to see his other hand fly to his cock where he stroked himself through his orgasm, spilling onto your stomach. You moaned shakily at the sight, another little rush of pleasure washing through you.

Joe collapsed at your side when he was spent and panted for breath. Your hand sought out his, a smile on your face.

“Joe…”

The next thing you knew, Joe had a Kleenex in his other hand and was wiping you up. “Sorry,” he muttered, looking a little sheepish.

You had yet to stop smiling, beaming at him like he was the most wonderful man in the world—which he was. Joe looked at your face, saw your smile, and offered a faint one back.

“What?”

Without a word, you moved, throwing your arms around his neck, knocking him onto his back with you on top of him. You covered his face in kisses.

“Sweetheart, what—”

“I love you,” you murmured against his skin. “I love you so much, Joe Friday. You're wonderful.”

Joe's big hands caressed your back. “Yeah? So you enjoyed that?”

You pecked his lips and smiled at the faint blush on his cheeks. “Of course I did! You made it perfect. You were perfect, but I had no doubts about that.”

The blush on his cheeks darkened, but the look in his eyes became more serious as he raised a hand to your cheek.

“Thank you for trusting me. I… I hope you know how much this means to me.”

You moved up just a bit to rest your forearms on either side of his head, putting you perfectly face to face. Joe rested his hands on your biceps, gazing up at you with such warmth… There was no doubt he loved you.

“How much does it mean to you?” you whispered. Joe nuzzled your nose. “The world.”

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sstarfruitt · 2 months ago

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pls I'm begging you for Joe Friday wedding night sex

Look at You

Joe Friday X Reader (NSFW)

long time no see y'all lmao. sorry this one took so long- I felt really stuck with it for a while, but I think I figured it out and wrote something pretty decent.

"Look at you."

You stood before Joe, looking up at him with wide eyes. He looked back down at you, a warm smile on his face. He extended his large hand toward you, touching the bra strap of the white, lacy lingerie set you had finally revealed to him. All day, you had been nervous to show it to him, but he seemed to like it, given by his happy smile. His hand brushed down the side of your bra, his fingertips ghosting down the side of your breast. It continued down your side, before settling on where the lacy bottoms hugged your hip. “You look beautiful.”

“Really? I didn’t know if this was too corny…” you responded.

He shook his head a little. “Not at all. It’s perfect for a wedding night,” he said. You watched his eyes ghost downward again, tracing the shape of your lower body, hugged by the bottoms and thigh high socks.

“C’mere,” he continued, wrapping an arm around your waist to pull you close. You were pressed against his body, chest to chest. He nudged your chin upward, and once you were looking up at him, he pressed his lips to yours. Slowly, languidly he moved his lips, one of his hands moving up to settle on your shoulder. Already you felt antsy- he looked so handsome in his sleek black suit, but you couldn’t help but think about peeling it off of him.

Soon, he parted for air. He looked down at you, panting softly, a smile still on his face. “How about some music, Baby?”

You smiled back up at him. “That’d be nice.”

He pecked your forehead and responded, “Great. Now, how about you go sit down? I’ll take care of it.”

You smiled at him before wandering over to his bed. God, wait, your bed. Now this was your bed, your house, to share with him. The thought clouded your mind as you climbed onto the mattress and sat comfortably in the middle of the bed. It almost made you tear up as you looked down and smoothed your hand over the clean, soft comforter you sat on.

You lifted your gaze as the soft sound of smooth jazz played from the radio. “I hope that channel’s all right,” Joe said, wandering over toward the bed as he shed his suit jacket. “Figured it’d be more romantic.”

You giggled softly and crawled over to the edge of the bed, sitting on your knees in front of him as he stood beside the mattress. “It’s perfect, Joe. It’s very you.” You shifted on the sheets, sitting on your knees patiently as he reached up to touch the top button of his shirt. You bit your bottom lip teasingly as his tie was tossed aside and his fingers worked down the buttons of the shirt, undoing them one by one. The shirt was placed neatly on the edge of the bed, and his gaze moved back to you. His eyes were soft and lidded, and his lips were curled in a faint smile.

But you were much more distracted by his bare chest. You squirmed a little at the sight of it. “Joe…” you sighed, looking up at him to meet his eyes. “You’re really handsome, you know that?”

“I know it,” he joked, his tone flat as usual and a smirk playing about his lips. “Now, I shouldn’t leave you waiting.” He looked down as his hands moved to his belt, undoing the belt buckle. His fingers touched the front of his slacks for only a moment before his gaze shifted back to you.

“Look, Angel.” he said, still smiling softly.

You looked up at him for a moment with wide eyes, but he only returned the look with a warm smile. Your gaze shifted down to the front of his slacks, and you couldn’t help but notice the shape of his erection pressing against the fabric. He slowly lifted his hands to hook his thumbs into his waistband. Gingerly- clearly meant to tease you- he pushed the undone waistband of his pants down. His dick sprang free from the fabric, and you nearly whimpered at the sight. He was large, and already rock hard. “Like what you see?” He asked.

“Mhm…” you hummed back.

He paused for a moment, obviously pleased with your response, then continued, “Why don’t you lay back while I get these off?”

“Sure,” you answered as you scooted back towards the head of the bed. As you laid back against the pillows, you watched him get his slacks off, and neatly lay them beside his shirt. He soon got up onto the mattress and made his way over to you.

“Comfortable?”

“Very,” you purred back, smiling up at him as he seated himself between your thighs and sat on his knees. He leaned forward until he was settled on his hands and knees over you, and looked down with a warm smile.

“Good,” he answered, and closed the distance until his face was in front of yours. Warm lips pressed against your own as he kissed you softly.

You hummed faintly into his mouth. Slowly, your hands smoothed up his arms and settled behind his neck. You returned the kiss gently, savoring the feeling of his lips moving against yours.

But eventually, you had to part for air. He lifted his head a little to look down at you with soft eyes. He pecked your lips quickly before panting, “You need any… prep?”

“N-no… I don’t think so,” you responded quietly. “Please, Joe.”

“Can’t wait, huh?” he answered with a faint smile. You could only eagerly nod. “Don’t worry. I’ve got you.”

He lifted a hand, slipping it between his body and your own to carefully wrap his hand around his length. A little “Mmmph…” left his mouth at the feeling of it, hard and warm in his hand. He carefully angled himself and pressed his hips forward. The tip of his dick gently pressed in a little, the head settled between your folds. “Ready?”

“Y-yes…” you whimpered softly as your hands gently squeezed his shoulders.

“Alright, Sweetheart.”

Within a moment, his length began slowly pressing into you. You could only cling to him as he pressed in, the sensation of being stretched around him almost overwhelming. No matter how many times he'd take you, his size would always be staggering.

“Wow, Baby!”, he exclaimed softly, looking down at you with a smirk. “You were right. You didn’t need any prep.” He leaned down to kiss your forehead. “You’re doing good.”

You smiled weakly up at him, and giggled at the feeling of his lips on your skin. “Really?” you asked.

“Really,” he answered with a soft smile. “I’m all the way in. Feel it?”

“Mhmmh,” you hummed quietly. “Y-yeah, Joe, it feels amazing...”

“Great,” he purred. “I’m glad it doesn’t hurt.”

Gingerly, he lowers his head to kiss you again, this time pressing his lips to yours. You couldn’t help but sigh happily into it. The kiss seemed to last forever… in a good way. Being in his arms was like heaven.

But eventually, he parted. He smiled warmly down at you, and purred, “Look at you. You’re perfect.” You blushed sheepishly at his words. “You ready for me to move?”

“Please!” you whimpered.

He seemed almost surprised at how eagerly you responded, looking down at you with his eyebrows slightly furrowed and a faint smirk in his lips. But nevertheless, he began to gently roll his hips. You couldn’t help but whimper at the feeling of him pulling back and pushing back in; He took it slow but thorough, making sure each roll was deep. His first few were somewhat shallow, but once he was sure you were alright, he finally bottomed out with each thrust, angling to try to find your sweet spot.

He found it quickly, realizing he had thrust into it when you yelped softly and clung tighter to him. “Too much?” He asked softly.

“N-no, keep going,” you urged. The feeling of pleasure blossoming in your core was amazing. The feeling of his warm, hard length pressing into you was unlike anything else. But God, was it amazing. You dropped your head back and whined softly at the feeling of him carefully pumping his length into you, as he watched your face with a content smile. He kept his movements consistent- gentle, but deep. He watched as you squirmed and whimpered underneath him, making sure to etch it all into his memory.

“Angel,” he eventually called softly. “Open your eyes. Look at me.”

Your breath hitched in your throat at the gentle command. After a moment, you gingerly opened your eyes, looking up to see his warm, mismatched gaze meeting yours. You couldn’t help but moan softly.

“That’s it. I want to see your eyes, Beautiful,” he responded softly. His hand reached up to stroke your hair. “You’re so pretty like this.”

You whined softly- it was all getting to be too much. The praise, his embrace, the feeling of his length buried inside of you… He had barely started, and you already felt like you were going to climax.

“Joe, p-please, I think…”

“You’re close, Sweetheart?”

All you could do is nod, looking up at him with the saddest eyes.

“Good. Just relax,” he answered. At that, he slightly picked up his pace, pushing his dick in to the hilt with every thrust. All you could do is moan in surprise at the feeling of him pushing in with more force. Above you, he panted softly, his brow furrowed and his eyes locked on your face.

“Joe, I’m…”

He leaned down to peck your lips. “I know, Baby. Me too.”

That was all it took to push you over the edge. With a soft cry of his name, you came undone, your walls squeezing his length as your climax washed over you. You couldn’t help but squeeze his hips with your legs, keeping him buried to the hilt as you squirmed underneath him.

“God damn…” you heard choke from his throat. Within a moment, he moaned softly, a shiver rolling over his body. You felt a new sensation within you- the warm feeling of his finish spilling into you.

Eventually, he sat back with a soft sigh, his gaze falling between your legs as he gingerly pulled his length from inside of you. After a moment, his gaze trailed back up your body to your face. A warm smile spread on his face, and his brows lifted faintly. “God, Baby. Look at you.”

“You already said that, Joe,” you answered playfully.

He slowly leaned over you again, propping himself up on his hands. “I can’t help it. You leave me at a loss for words, Baby. You’re so beautiful.” His lips met yours, moving softly as his hand settled on your hip. "Perfect, even."

“You don’t mean that,” you giggled softly as your hands absentmindedly moved up his chest.

“Of course I do. You're amazing. I’m lucky I get to call myself your husband.”

You looked up at him, your eyes hazy in your afterglow. “Mmm… My husband. You’re my husband.”

He shifted his body off of yours, careful to keep himself face to face with you as he laid down beside you. “That’s right. I’m all yours.”

“Forever and ever?” You answered playfully.

“You know it.”

As he settled beside you, you wrapped your arms around his neck. He pressed a kiss to your cheek as you cuddled into his side.

“I love you, Joe.”

“I love you too, Angel.”

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