#tee higgins x black reader

[v6quewrlds]

ALL MINE, TEE HIGGINS.

pairing⠀⁎⠀tee higgins x ex!reader. word count⠀⁎⠀7.4k.

summary⠀⁎⠀two years ago, you thought you had left tee higgins in the past. both ja'marr and tee's mother have been waiting to bring you back into the loop, at any means necessary.

author's note⠀⁎⠀i think i've written and rewritten this fic at least 4 times in the last two months. pls suspend your disbelief and imagine car sex isn't a semi-miserable experience. lost the original request for this but sorry it took me forever, here it is <3 warnings⠀⁎⠀18+ mdni, smut, jealous!tee, mama tee & ja'marr meddling, forced proximity trope, car sex, fingering, male masturbation, oral sex (m. receiving), facial lol, feelings, etc.

You took your seat, balancing your nachos in one hand and your soda in another. You couldn't believe you had agreed to come to the game tonight. The stadium lights reflected off the field, creating a kaleidoscope of color against the night sky. The roar of the crowd washed over you like a wave of nostalgia, a stark contrast to the quiet solace of your usual Sunday nights at home. You had hoped the distance between you and the game would be enough to keep you from seeing Tee, but the universe had a twisted sense of humor.

When Ja'Marr had bribed you with free tickets and the promise of seeing your hard work on his shoulder in action from the VIP suite, you had felt a flutter of excitement. It was the kind of experience you had always dreamed of, a chance to see the game you loved from a perspective most fans could only envy. But the moment you walked in and saw Tee's mother, your heart had sunk. You knew that look in her eye, the one that said she'd been waiting for this moment for nearly two years.

You knew Tee and Ja'Marr were extremely close, but you hadn't anticipated their families sharing a suite for the season - an oversight on your part that had led you straight into the lion's den. You took a deep breath, steeling yourself for the awkwardness to come. Tee's mother, gave you a knowing smile - one that mirrored Tee's - and a wink that made your heart race.

"Is that who I think it is?" You heard Tee's mother wonder out loud as you approached the suite. Your heart skipped a beat. You had hoped you could fly under the radar, but you should have known better. Tee's mother was sharp, and she hadn't missed a beat when it came to her son's love life.

You had met Tee's mother twice before, both times ending in an unspoken promise that you would help her son get his life in check. Now, as the woman's gaze fell on you, you felt a strange mix of dread and comfort. She was the kind of person who didn't miss a beat, and she wasn't about to let you slip away without making her intentions known. She wanted you back with Tee, and she wasn't afraid to play Cupid.

"I'm so happy you made it," Tee's mother said, her voice warm and welcoming despite the tension in the air. "It's so good to see you, baby." The Southern warmth enveloped you. You forced a smile, your eyes glancing at the field where Tee was warming up with his team.

"It's nice to see you too," you managed to say, your voice tight. You knew that the woman's welcoming tone was a loaded one, filled with expectations and hopes for a reunion you weren't quite ready to entertain.

Tee's mother leaned in, whispering in your ear. "You look gorgeous, darling. Tee's so hard-headed, but I know he'll be happy to see you." You felt a warmth creep up your neck as you took a sip of your soda, hoping the cool liquid would calm the storm brewing inside you. You knew that you had to be as normal as you could muster, especially considering the circumstances of your breakup with Tee. But as you watched Tee on the field, your thoughts drifted to those passionate nights the two of you had shared, and you couldn't help but wonder if there was still something there.

The game kicked off, and you found yourself lost in the excitement of the plays, the cheers of the crowd, and the occasional glance at Tee, his muscles rippling as he sprinted across the field. Every time he caught a pass, celebrated with his teammates, or flashed that million-dollar smile, you felt a twinge of something you had been trying so hard to bury. You focused on Ja'Marr's performance, nodding with professional pride at each catch and cringing at each hit he took.

The game ended just as explosively as it had started, with the Bengals claiming victory. The suite erupted into a roar of cheers and laughter, and you found yourself being swept up in the excitement despite your apprehension about seeing Tee. As the families began to filter out of the suite and into the hallway leading to the players' exit, you tried to hide behind Ja'Marr's parents, hoping to go under the radar just until you could congratulate him. But fate had other plans.

As the players began to pour out of the locker room to greet their families, you were quickly spotted by various team members who had become familiar faces at your clinic. They greeted you with smiles and updates on their recoveries, making small talk that you returned with genuine enthusiasm.

Tee stepped out of the locker room, standing head and shoulders above the vast majority of the crowd. His eyes scanned the hallway, looking for his mother and Ja'Marr's family. The sight of your signature sleek jet-black hair tucked between the sea of heads stopped him in his tracks. The jean shorts and jersey you had worn teasingly hid your curves in a way that had his thoughts drifting to the nights the two of you had spent together. He felt the heat of his shock and desire mingling, unsure which would win out.

A hand clapped down on his shoulder as he stood frozen in his spot. Ja'Marr's laugh only seemed to push his irritation further as he watched you interact with his teammates, all smiles and gentle touches that made his blood boil. "You can thank me later," he said, a smug smirk playing across his lips as he stepped in front of Tee to greet his family. Tee's mother pulled Ja'Marr in for a quick hug, whispering, "It's about time you got her down here, good job," before releasing him and turning her attention to her brooding, silent son.

The tension in the air was palpable as you and Tee locked eyes over his mother's shoulder. He couldn't read the emotions playing out on your face, but he knew you were just as annoyed as he was. He took a deep breath, trying to compose himself before he made a scene. He didn't know what to say to you, didn't know how to act with you so close to him. The last thing he wanted was to ruin the victory night for everyone with your personal drama.

Ja'Marr reached you before Tee could say a word, pulling you into a warm hug and breaking your eye contact with Tee. "Thanks for everything," he said, sincerity in his voice. "Couldn't have done it without you." The other stray players nodded in agreement, sharing their appreciation for your work. Tee felt his jaw clench, the jealousy bubbling to the surface as he watched you laugh and joke with the men he shared a locker room with.

But as the crowd thinned and the congratulations grew quieter, you turned to leave, your eyes avoiding Tee's gaze. You didn't want to deal with this, not now, not here. Tee's mother, ever the opportunist, called out to you. "How are you getting home, sweetheart?" She feigned innocence.

Your eyes snapped to hers, a silent plea to convince her to ease the pressure. "I'm all good. I didn't want to deal with the parking headache so I ubered over. I'll just order one to get home," you replied, hoping to keep the conversation moving.

Tee's mother, however, had other plans.

"Why don't you let Tee take you home," Tee's mother said, her voice a blend of sweetness and command that left you with little room to argue. To make matters worse, Tee nodded, seeing an opening and taking it without question.

"Yeah, you still live at the same place?" Tee asked, his voice low and gruff. You nodded, unable to hide the irritation in your eyes. You didn't want to be here, didn't want to deal with this, but you had no escape. Tee's mother had set the stage, and now you had to play the part.

"Good," he said decisively, leaving you no room to argue. "I'll take you."

The walk to Tee's car was a silent battle of wills, with each step echoing the unspoken tension that had grown between the two of you. You felt a storm of emotions brewing, a tornado of anger and desire that you hadn't felt since the last time you were together. You were torn between pushing him away and throwing yourself into his arms, but you knew the latter was a dangerous path you couldn't afford to take.

As you approached the sleek black sports car, you could see his eyes scanning the parking lot, looking for any sign of recognition or potential interested eyes. It had always been like this with Tee, a constant dance of public and private personas. You knew the weight of being a public figure's girlfriend - or fuck buddy - all too well, and you weren't sure if you wanted to step back into that world again.

But as the two of you climbed into the car and the door shut behind them, the outside world faded away. The leather seats were perfectly pristine, and the scent of his cologne filled the space, a heady mix that was both comforting and infuriating. You sat in silence, jaws set and tense. You were the first to break it.

"Why'd you say that?" you spat out, your eyes on the floor mat as you fidgeted with the zipper of your purse. "Why would you put me in that situation in front of everyone?"

Tee's grip tightened on the steering wheel, his head shaking, already rejecting your frustration. "What situation? You looked like you was having the time of your life flirting with my teammates," he shot back, the edge in his voice betraying his own jealousy.

"Flirting? I was talking to my patients," you retorted, your voice rising slightly. "But that's always your go-to, isn't it? Accuse me of shit when you know damn well I'm just doing my job." You glanced up at him, your eyes flashing with anger.

Tee met your gaze in the mirror, his jaw tight. "And what about you wearing my boy's jersey?" He gestured towards you, the frustration in his voice palpable. "That's not sending a message?"

You rolled your eyes, crossing your arms over your chest. "Tee, it is just a jersey. And last time I checked, I can wear whatever the hell I want." The words hung in the air, charged with the electricity of your unresolved feelings.

"Yeah, but why his?" Tee countered, his voice thick with irritation. He started the engine and pulled out of the garage, the tires squealing slightly as he hit the gas. The darkness of the night outside the car mirrored the tumultuous emotions inside.

"It's not just about the jersey, Tee," you sighed, your voice filled with a mix of frustration and longing. "It's about respecting me as a person. You don't own me. I can't believe we're even having this conversation."

Tee clenched his teeth, feeling his blood pressure rise. "You're right, I don't own you," he said, his eyes never leaving the road ahead. "But you know damn well that ain't what this is about." His hand reached over and rested on your thigh, his thumb making slow, deliberate circles.

You felt a shiver run through your body despite the warmth of his touch. "Then what is it about?" you asked, your hand hesitating before pushing his hand away. You shifted in your seat, crossing your arms tightly.

Tee's hand hovered over your thigh for a moment before retreating. He took a deep breath, trying to gather his thoughts. "It's about... us. And how we always seem to end up in the same fucked up situation." He paused, glancing over at you before continuing. "It's about how every time I see you, I want to love on you so badly it hurts."

Your eyes searched his profile in the dim car light, the glow of passing streetlights casting shadows on his sharp features. "And what about when you don't see me?" you challenged, your voice laced with bitterness. "You still get to fuck on whoever you want, whenever you want. But the second I try to live my life, you act like I'm the one who's wrong."

Tee's eyes never left the road, groaning in response to your argument. "You think it's easy for me?" he bit back. "You think I don't miss you every fucking day? That I don't lay in bed at night thinking about you?" His voice grew softer, the anger momentarily subsiding. "But every time we talk, it's the same shit. You push me away, and I don't know how to fix it."

You stared at your hands in your lap, the weight of his words pressing down on your chest. You had missed him too, but you weren't about to admit that. Not now. Not when you had worked so hard to move on. "You can't fix it if you don't know what's broken," you murmured, your voice barely audible over the hum of the car's engine.

Tee sighed. "Then tell me. Tell me what the fuck I did wrong, because I've been playing this shit on repeat in my head for two years, and I can't figure it out." His frustration was clear, but so was the desperation in his voice.

You turned to face him, your eyes searching his for a moment before you spoke. "You didn't do just one thing wrong, Tee. It's like you never knew how to just be with me without all the drama and the games. And when we tried to get serious, you just... you just didn't get it."

Tee's grip on the steering wheel tightened. "Get what?" he asked, his voice tight.

You let out a long, exasperated sigh. "You didn't get that I needed more than just... this," you said, gesturing between the two of you. "I needed someone who could handle being with me without all the bullshit, without treating me like a fucking trophy to show off to your boys. I just wanted you to be able to chill the fuck out around me."

Tee remained silent, his eyes focused on the road as he digested your words. The silence grew heavier, each passing second feeling like an eternity. Finally, he spoke. "I know I fucked up. But you gotta know that when I'm around you, it's like... I just can't control myself. I can't think right."

You rolled your eyes but couldn't deny the flutter in your stomach at his confession. "Well, maybe you should learn," you said, trying to keep your voice steady. But you knew he had a point. Whenever the two of you were together, it was like your emotions had a mind of their own, a tornado that wreaked havoc on everything around you.

"I'm trying," Tee said, his voice gruff. "But it's hard when I see you with other guys, talking with my mom, wearing another man's jersey..." He trailed off, his voice thick with unspoken frustration and something else - something that made your heart race.

"I'm not with anyone, Tee," you said, your voice softer now. "I've been focusing on work, on myself."

Tee glanced at you, his gaze lingering for a moment too long before returning to the road. "For real?" His voice was tinged with skepticism.

"Yeah, for real," you snapped, feeling the heat of his stare. "Why can't you just believe me?"

Tee didn't respond, his eyes flicking back and forth between the road and your profile. The two of you drove in silence for a few minutes, the tension in the car thick enough to cut with a knife. The city lights flashed by, a blur of color that matched the chaos in your mind. You could feel his eyes on you and the corners of his lips pulling into a smug smile. It was infuriating, but you couldn't help but be drawn in by his magnetic energy.

"I can't stand you," you huffed, your eyes never leaving his profile.

Tee chuckled, shaking his head slightly. "You never mean that shit," he said, his voice a low rumble that sent a thrill through you. He pulled into your parking garage, looking for a guest spot as he casually added, "When was the last time you got fucked right?"

Your eyes widened in shock, your breath hitching in your throat. "What the hell did you just say to me?" you hissed, your hand itching to reach for the door handle.

Tee's grin grew wider, his teeth flashing in the dim light of the garage. "You heard me," he drawled, pulling into an empty spot. "It's a damn shame you can't remember."

Your hand hovered over the door handle, torn between the desire to cuss him out and the heat that was spreading through you at the thought of your past encounters. "Why are you doing this?" you demanded, your voice shaking with a mix of anger and arousal you couldn't hide.

"Doing what?" Tee feigned innocence, his eyes sparkling with mischief as he turned to look at you. "Just trying to have a conversation, that's all. Remind you of what you've been missing." He stepped out of the car, the sound of the door slamming echoing through the garage.

You sat in the car, seething, trying to compose yourself. You didn't need this shit, not from him. But as you watched him walk around to your side, you knew you couldn't ignore him. You stepped out, your legs wobbly from the mix of emotions. He leaned against the car, arms folded over his broad chest, watching you with a smug look that made you want to scream.

Your eyes squinted, "Tee," you warned, "Don't start with me."

"I'm not starting anything," he said, his voice smoother than you remembered. "You remember that weekend you missed your flight?" Your cheeks grew warm, the memory rushing back. "You were so busy screaming my name, you ain't even notice the time."

Your nostrils flared, but you couldn't argue with that. It had been one of those weekends - passionate and all-consuming. But that was the problem with Tee. He had a way of making everything feel ten times more intense than it should have been, and you had been swept away by it every single time.

"Don't flatter yourself," you said, trying to sound unaffected. "It was just good dick."

Tee's grin never wavered. "Is that all it was to you?" He stepped closer, closing the space between you, your back pressed against the car. "Just good dick?"

Your heart hammered in your chest, his proximity making your head throb. You could feel his warmth, smell his cologne, and it was doing things to you that you didn't want to admit.

"Tee, don't do this to me," you whispered, your voice barely a breath. But it was too late. The dam had broken and you could feel the passion and frustration boiling over.

"You know it wasn't just that," Tee said, his voice dropping to a whisper. His hand reached up, cupping your cheek delicately, and you felt a shiver run down your spine. "It was never just about the sex. Like the week before we broke up, you remember that, don't you?"

Your eyes narrowed, trying to fight the memories that flooded back. That week had been intense, a whirlwind of success after the Bengals won the AFC North Championship, and the private moments you had shared in the aftermath had been more than just physical. "You can't just throw that in my face," you murmured, your voice strained.

Tee stepped closer, his breath warm against your cheek. "But it's the truth, ain't it?" he whispered, his thumb tracing the line of your jaw. "You can't tell me you don't miss that connection."

Your eyes fluttered closed, the memories of your passionate encounters overwhelming you. "Fuck," you breathed, your voice trembling. "Sprayed me with champagne, didn't you?"

Tee's smile grew as he leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a seductive murmur. "And then I ate that pussy good, just how you like," he whispered, his hand sliding to the back of your neck, pulling you closer. Your breath hitched, and you couldn't stop the images that flashed through your mind. That night had been explosive, a celebration of victory and passion.

Your body responded despite your resistance, and you felt yourself leaning into him, your hand reaching up to push against his chest. But instead of pushing him away, your fingers curled into the fabric of his shirt. You whimpered softly, your resolve wavering.

Tee took this as an invitation, his hand moving to the nape of your neck and pulling you in for a deep, possessive kiss. His tongue invaded your mouth, and you could taste the victory of the game on him, the sweetness of his triumph mixing with the bitterness of your past. You kissed him back with a ferocity that surprised even yourself, your nails digging into his shoulders.

Your mind was a whirlwind of emotions - anger, desire, and a hint of nostalgia. You didn't want to be here, didn't want to feel this way again, but you were powerless against the gravitational pull of your history. As you broke apart for a moment to catch your breath, Tee's eyes searched yours, looking for any sign of surrender.

"Fuck you," you whispered, your eyes blazing with a mix of frustration and need. But even as you said the words, your body betrayed you, arching into his touch, your breasts brushing against his chest.

Tee chuckled against your lips, his hand sliding down to your ass, and squeezing gently. "I'm trying," he murmured, his teeth grazing your bottom lip.

The garage lights were dim, casting shadows over your bodies as you kissed, a silent symphony of passion and anger playing out between the two of you. You felt his other hand move to your waist, pulling you closer. You wanted to push him away, to scream and yell and tell him to leave you alone, but you couldn't. Your body was responding to his touch in a way you hadn't allowed it to in almost two years, and you were powerless to stop it.

With a low growl, Tee whispered, "You want this?" Your eyes searched his, a war of emotions playing out in their depths. Finally, you nodded, and Tee didn't need any more encouragement. He yanked you closer, his mouth devouring yours, his hands roaming over your body, relearning every curve and angle.

"Upstairs?" Tee murmured against your neck, his voice thick with lust.

You shook your head, trying to clear the fog of desire that clouded your thoughts. "Can't wait that long, backseat's fine," you murmured. The words slipped out before you could think better of it, but once they did, there was no turning back. You crawled into the back seat, shooting him a searing glare as he slapped your ass before climbing in after you.

In the confines of the car, the tension between the two of you was thick. Tee didn't waste time, his hands roaming over your body as if he knew every inch of you. Your resolve crumbled as his lips found your neck, kissing and nibbling along the sensitive skin. You let out a soft moan, your hands gripping the fabric of his shirt as you straddled his strong thighs.

"You missed this," Tee murmured, his breath hot against your ear. "Admit it."

You gritted your teeth, trying to keep your voice steady. "Just good dick, remember?" But your words held no conviction, and Tee's smug smile grew wider. He knew he had you, and the thrill of it was written all over his face. He reached up, cupping your cheek gently. "But it's more than that, baby," he whispered, his voice a seductive purr. "It's always been more."

As he spoke, his hand moved to unbutton your jean shorts. Your chest heaved as you felt his fingers slip under the waistband of your panties. The touch was electric, sending a jolt of pleasure through your body that you hadn't felt in what felt like an eternity.

"You’re so fuckin' wet, baby," he murmured, his voice thick with lust.

Your breath hitched as Tee's fingers found your entrance and circled it with a skill that had you biting back a moan. The friction was exquisite, and you couldn’t help but rock against him, your body begging for more.

"Tee..." you whispered, your voice a mix of warning and need. But he ignored you, his focus solely on the pleasure he was giving you. His fingertips found your clit, applying just the right amount of pressure to make your toes curl in your sneakers. Your eyes fluttered closed as you gave yourself over to the sensation, the anger dissipating like smoke in the wind.

"Just like old times..." Tee murmured as he slid two fingers into you, the sudden fullness making you gasp. The leather of the passenger seat headrest behind your head was cold against your skin as you leaned back, your eyes fluttering closed. The sound of your breathing filled the small space, punctuated by the occasional moan that escaped your lips. You had missed this, the feeling of being filled and desired by someone who knew your body so well and on instinct.

But you weren't about to admit it. Not now, not when you were trying so hard to keep your walls up. "Don't get too cocky," you managed to say, your voice strained. "It's just been a dry spell."

Tee chuckled darkly, his thumb continuing to circle your clit as his fingers pumped in and out of you. "Dry spell or not, still got the wettest pussy I've ever had," he said, his voice filled with a possessive edge that sent a shiver down your spine.

You couldn't help the moan that escaped you as he leaned in, capturing your mouth in a bruising kiss that left you gasping for air. His hand slid from your neck to your chest, cupping your breast through the jersey and teasing the nipple into a tight peak. You felt his cock strain against his pants, and the urge to feel him inside you was almost too much to bear.

"Take this shit off," he hissed as if suddenly remembering you were wearing Ja'Marr's jersey. The material of the jersey was pulled away from your body, revealing your plain black bra. The sound of the fabric tearing filled the car, echoing the chaotic passion between the two of you. Tee's eyes darkened with desire and a hint of possessiveness as he stared at your exposed skin.

His gaze dropped, and he leaned in to kiss the soft swell of your tits, his tongue flicking against the sensitive skin before biting down gently, causing you to gasp and arch your back. His other hand remained between your legs, his fingers moving in and out of you, the rhythm increasing as his kisses grew more urgent.

You felt the beginnings of an orgasm building, your hips moving in sync with his hand. But you didn't want it to end there. You wanted more, needed more. With a growl of frustration, you pushed him back and began to undo your shorts, pulling them down over your legs as Tee chuckled, watching your impatience. You kicked them aside, straddling him again, and reached for his pants.

You leaned down to kiss him, your hand fumbling with his belt buckle. The sound of metal clicking open was music to both your ears. You felt his cock, thick and hard, pressing against the fabric of his briefs. Tee groaned, his hips bucking up to meet your hand as you freed him. The sight of him, so eager and needy, made your core throb with desire.

"Fuck, I've missed this," you murmured, your voice thick with lust.

Tee gripped your hips and pulled you down onto him, his erection pushing past your wetness in one swift motion. Your eyes rolled back as he filled you, the sensation of his thickness stretching you almost too much to bear. He began to move, his hips bucking up into you with a fervor that spoke of his own desire. The leather of the car seat was cool as it dug into your knees, but you didn’t care as you leaned into his thrusts, your breath coming out in gasps.

The car rocked slightly with your movements, the sound of your skin slapping together echoing through the quiet night. Your hands gripped the back of the seat, your nails digging into the leather as Tee’s hands roamed over your body, his mouth finding your neck again, sucking hard enough to leave bruises. You knew you would wear them with a disconcerting mix of pride and shame, but right now, you didn’t care. All you cared about was the way he felt inside you.

Tee’s hands slid up to your chest, squeezing your tits roughly, fingers tugging at the clasp, allowing them to fall from their restraint before wrapping his lips around a nipple. You moaned, your hips moving faster, urging him on. His other hand held you in place, keeping you tight against him as he picked up the pace. You could feel your orgasm building, a crescendo of pleasure that was going to shatter you into a million pieces.

"Tee, oh my god," you gasped, your body trembling as you felt yourself getting closer. His teeth grazed your skin, his hand moving down to grip your ass tightly, his hand soothing over the skin before delivering a firm slap that echoed through the car.

"You like that?" he groaned, his voice muffled against your skin. "You like when I fuck you like this?"

You could only nod, your voice lost to the sensation of him filling you so completely. 

Tee wasn’t satisfied by that alone. He pulled away from your neck and stared into your eyes, his own filled with a dark hunger. "Say that shit," he demanded, his voice low and rough. "Say you missed this dick."

Your eyes flashed with defiance for a moment before you gave in, your voice a needy whine. "I missed this dick." The words left your mouth in a rush of air, and Tee's eyes lit up with triumph. He began to pump into you harder, his grip on your hips tightening, his movements more deliberate. The car rocked with each thrust, the leather of the seat squeaking slightly under your weight.

"Good girl," Tee murmured, his voice a low rumble in your ear. "You know you missed this." His thumb found your clit again, pressing down as his fingers continued to explore the depths of you. The sensation was too much, and you felt your orgasm build rapidly, a crescendo of pleasure that you hadn't experienced in so long.

"Tee, oh god, I'm gonna..." your voice trailed off as you bit your lip, your eyes squeezing shut. The words hung in the air, a declaration of your impending climax. Tee's strokes grew more deliberate, his hips meeting yours with a force that had the car bouncing slightly.

"Tell me what you need from me," Tee demanded, his breath hot against your neck. His strokes grew deeper, more powerful, as if he were trying to claim your very soul with every thrust.

Your breath was ragged, your voice strained as you whispered, "Just make me come, Tee. Wanna flood your dick, baby." The words were a mix of submission and challenge that made Tee’s eyes burn with lust. He knew you were close, your breath hitching and your pussy tightening around him. He reached up and pinched your nipple hard, rolling it between his thumb and forefinger, making you arch your back and cry out.

Your orgasm washed over you like a wave, your pussy clenching down on him as you threw your head back, your eyes squeezed shut. Tee watched your face, the way your mouth fell open in a silent scream, the way your eyes shut and your dimples deepened. He could feel your juices coating him, making every stroke slick and hot. It was like coming home, a feeling he had craved for so long.

"Yeah, baby, just like that. Take what you need from me, baby." Tee murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction as he watched you come apart in his arms. He could feel his own orgasm building, his balls tightening as he pumped into you slowly. He waited, savoring your climax before kissing you, his own climax still quite a ways away.

Your kiss grew sloppier, more desperate, as Tee’s thrusts grew more erratic as he bucked up into you. Your body was hum of sensations, your pussy still clenching around him as you rode out the last of your orgasm. He felt his own approaching, the base of his spine tingling with the promise of release.

With a rush of movement, he lifted you off his lap and dropped you to your knees. You stared up at him, chest heaving, eyes blazing with a mix of anger and lust. Tee took a deep breath, his chest rising and falling with the effort. He leaned back against the car seat, his erection still standing proud. "Open your mouth," he said, his voice a low growl.

You didn't argue. With a flick of your tongue, you tasted the precum leaking from his tip. The familiar flavor of him washed over you, and you felt a sense of homecoming you hadn’t expected. Tee's hand wrapped around the back of your head, guiding you closer to him.

His hand gripped the base of his cock, stroking slowly as he watched you. You leaned in, taking him in your mouth, your tongue swirling around his tip. Tee's eyes rolled back, his head falling back against the seat. He groaned, his hips jerking upward involuntarily as you took him deeper, your mouth sliding down his length. You knew just how he liked it, the way he liked to feel your tongue on the underside of his shaft, the way he liked to watch you take him in until he was all you could see.

You moaned softly, indulging in the taste of your love-hate relationship, your anger now a distant memory in the face of such raw desire. Tee's eyes never left yours, the silent communication speaking volumes about his need for you. He watched you intently, his hand still guiding your movements, his breathing growing harsher with every stroke of your tongue. Your cheeks hollowed as you took him deeper, your eyes watering slightly as you fought the urge to gag. It had been so long since you had done this, but your body remembered the rhythm, the way to make him moan and squirm.

He gently pulled you away from his length, strong hand moving to jerk himself off. "You gon' swallow what I give you, baby?" he panted, tattooed hand moving frantically over his thick shaft that glistened with a mix of your spit and arousal.

You nodded, eyes never leaving his. You hadn’t expected this turn of events, but you were too far gone to resist. Tee’s hand moved faster, his abs tensing as he approached the edge. Tee's head fell back against the headrest, and he let out a strangled groan, his hand tightening around his dick. You could feel his thighs tense, and you knew he was close.

You stared up at him, arousal and submission swirling in your eyes. "Mmhmm," you murmured, Tee's eyes snapped back to yours, his hand at the back of your head again, holding you as close as possible to his cock without allowing you the satisfaction of taking it in your mouth again.

"So fuckin' pretty, baby. Lookin' at me like that," he murmured, his hand stroking his cock. The sight of him, so lost in his own pleasure, had your pussy pulsing with a renewed hunger. You leaned in, your tongue darting out to lick the tip of his shaft. Tee groaned, his eyes fluttering closed for a brief moment before snapping back open, a hint of challenge in his gaze.

He stroked himself faster, the sound of his hand against his cock filling the small space. Your mouth watered as you watched him, your tongue slipping out to catch the beads of precum that formed at the tip. "You want it, baby?" he asked, his voice tight.

"Mmhmm," you murmured again, eager to please him, to show him that you still knew his body, that you still craved his pleasure.

Tee's hand tightened around his shaft, his hips jerking upward as he reached the peak of his climax. With a final, guttural groan, he spoke, "Open your mouth, baby, take it from me." You eagerly obeyed, your mouth open and waiting. He erupted with a moan, the hot spurts of his cum painting your face and tongue. You took it all, savoring the taste of him, the feel of him on your tongue, the power of his release under your control.

For a moment, you stayed like that, Tee panting and you swallowing, your eyes locked. The tension in the car was palpable, thick with the scent of sex and desire. Tee leaned back, his chest heaving, and you wiped your face with your thumb a smug smile playing on your lips. "Missed me, huh?" you quipped, trying to lighten the mood, but the words hung in the air, loaded with the weight of your tumultuous history.

Tee chuckled, his hand moving to caress your cheek gently, wiping away a stray drop of cum. "More than you know," he admitted, his voice softer than before. You leaned into his touch, the warmth of his hand sending a shiver through your body. You didn't miss this, you missed him, you realized with a jolt. The way he looked at you, the way he made you feel like you were the only person in the world who mattered.

But you couldn’t let yourself get lost in that feeling. Not again. With a shaky breath, you sat back on your heels and reached for your discarded jersey, pulling it over your head. You had to get dressed, had to get out of the car, had to get away from him before you did something stupid.

"I'm starting to remember why I threw your ass out my apartment," you said, trying to keep your voice light as you pulled yourself together. Tee threw his head back, laughter filling the car. It was a sound that still made your heart melt.

"You know you liked it," he teased, his eyes gleaming with mischief.

You rolled your eyes, but the corners of your mouth twitched. "Don't worry, I'll make sure to tell your Mom you were a good boy," you said, your voice dripping with sarcasm. Tee's laughter grew louder, and you couldn't help but smile, the sound of it bringing back a flood of memories you had pushed aside.

"You still got my Mom's number?" Tee quipped, still chuckling as he tucked himself back into his pants, watching you struggle to maintain your composure as you dressed. You threw him a glare that would've made a saint sweat, but he just grinned back, unbothered. That was the Tee you missed the most. Not the arrogant superstar, but the goofball who knew how to make you laugh even when you were pissed.

You reached for the car door handle, but Tee's hand shot out, catching your wrist before you could make your escape. His grip was firm but gentle, a silent plea for you to stay for a little while longer. You looked down at your entwined hands, the tension in the air thick with unspoken words. When you looked up at him, you could feel your knees practically give out.

"Look," you began, your voice a shaky whisper.

He shook his head, both hands reaching for your waist. "Don't say it," Tee said, his eyes searching yours. "Don't push me away again. I can't handle that shit." The desperation in his voice was raw, a stark contrast to the cocky confidence he usually exuded. He swallowed slowly, trying to decipher the emotions playing on your face.

You looked down at his grip on your waist, not even realizing you were straddling him again, feeling the heat of his skin against yours. You didn't know what to say. Part of you knew better than to let him back in, but the other part of you, the part that had missed the warmth of his arms, the sparkle in his eyes, and the taste of his mouth, was begging for more. You took a deep breath, trying to calm your racing heart.

"You make this so hard," you murmured, your voice thick with emotion. You didn't want to give in, not after all the pain he had caused you, but you could feel the wall you had built around your heart cracking.

Your arms wrapped around his neck as he pulled you closer, his forehead pressing against yours. "I know, baby," Tee whispered, his voice a sweet promise that sent shivers down your spine. "But we can make it work. Just give me another chance. I swear I'll do better for you."

Your eyes searched his, looking for the lie you told yourself had to be there. But all you found was sincerity, a desperation that mirrored your own. You didn't want to be that girl, the one who took him back after all the shit he had put you through. But you were that girl, and you knew it. With a sigh, you nodded, your body melting into his embrace. "Okay," you murmured, the word a barely-there whisper that seemed to echo in the car.

Tee's arms tightened around you, pulling you closer, as if he was afraid you would change your mind. His lips found yours again, a gentle kiss that spoke of his gratitude and his love. You kissed him back, your hesitance dissipating like mist in the morning sun. You had missed this, missed the way he made you feel. A nagging need for his touch, his warmth, his love.

The two of you sat there in the car, kissing, until the reality of your surroundings began to seep back in. You pulled away with a final peck, your eyes wide with the sudden realization of where you were. "Your family's probably wondering where the fuck you are," you said with a laugh, pushing him back gently.

Tee's smile didn't fade. "They'll be fine. They should know better than wait on me when I'm with you." He kissed you again, and you felt the warmth of his affection spread through your body. The moment felt so right, so perfect, like a scene from a movie. But you knew that life was rarely a fairy tale, especially for the two of you.

"Look, I'm not saying we're back together," you began, setting clear boundaries despite your wavering resolve. "But maybe we can see where this goes."

Tee nodded, understanding the cautious tone in your voice. He knew he had to tread lightly. "Whatever you need from me, I'll do it. Just don't push me away again, please," he whispered, his eyes holding yours with an intensity that made your stomach flutter.

You shared one more lingering kiss before you finally climbed off of him, fixing your clothes with shaky hands. Tee watched you, his own need to touch you still strong. "Need me to walk you up? It's dark as hell out here," he offered, his voice still thick with hope.

You nodded, unable to resist the comfort of his company. The cool night air hit you as you stepped out of the car, the garage lights casting a stark contrast to the inky blackness outside. Tee took your purse in his hand, the other reaching to hold yours, a gesture that felt both familiar and foreign. As the two of you made your way through the now-desolate garage, the sound of your footsteps echoing, you allowed yourself to lean into him slightly, the weight of your decision hanging heavy in the space between you.

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All I Need

Hello, good morning, good afternoon, good evening. 🙂‍↔️ I am addicted to this Tik Tok trend. God is amazing. Never skip a video.

I can’t link the video, rude. His page is jittadump if you wanna see 🙂‍↕️

The way I could see all my daddies doing this trend to be fucking teases. The Uso’s, JUSTIN, Roman, CeeDee, Ja’Marr????? I don’t want no puppy, I need a BIG DAWGGGGGGG. #needdat

Kinda based off me and needing to be slutted out. Sigh, I should call him

tw: sweet baby tee then not so sweet baby tee, SMUTTTTYYYYYYY

All I Need by Lloyd has been on replay for about 10 minutes. Except it’s a certain part of the song that keeps repeating and has you frozen. Your man has posted multiple videos of himself and his friends showing off their tattoos. All of them being tatted was not a surprise. Tattoos was a way you bonded as you were also tatted.

What has you frozen is how sluty your man looked in said videos. Tattoos on both arms, entire torso, both legs, low cut Cesars with the deep waves, do y’all hear something purring?! The feeling you felt deep in your belly, you could spend the rest of the night licking every single tattoo on that man’s body and that is what you intended on doing.

You decided to share your reaction to the video of just Tee. No acting needed, that’s how you felt looking at him and others in the trend, but we won’t tell Tee that part. As soon as you post the video, captioning it #needdat, you texted him.

You are such a sluttttttttt! Why would you post that?!

He haha’d your text.

Sweet Baby Tee 💕: you liked it didn’t you?

I loved it, you know that 🙄

Hurry up and come home so I can show you how much I liked it

He sent a omw gif which you laughed at. Even in horny moments, y’all would find a way to make jokes.

**********

While waiting for your man to return home from a day with his friends, you watched fan edits of him then decided to something different. Normally you’d post Day In My Life videos, vlogs, our just sit on lives and have girl talk. People who know you, know your intrusive thoughts are going to win every single time. You decided to film a “Get Ready With Me To Slut My Man Out 🙂‍↕️” video. The wig had to be extra secured because it would be getting pulled. Makeup had to be transfer proof because he will be pushing your face down while giving backshots. And the outfit? Well the outfit had to be easily accessible.

Tracking his location, he was pulling into the neighborhood, giving you 5 minutes give or take for him to pull into the garage. You propped your phone up just in time to catch you jumping into his arms as soon as he walked through the door. He put you down and just looked at you, spinning you around. “I get this for posting some videos showing my tattoos?”

“You know what that does to me….”

“And you know what you do to me” Tee closed the gap between the two of you. “You are so beautiful mamas, you are everything I could ever want” thank God you’re still recording, that will be replayed at least 100 times every time you’re missing him.

Wrapping your arms around his, you replied, “I love my sweet baby Tee so much, but right now, I need rough, dom Tee,” his eyes instantly darkened, licking his lips. Next thing you know, he had you tossed over his shoulder and carried you upstairs to your shared bedroom.

Once in the room, you pushed Tee onto the bed. You kissed and licked on his tattoos before working your way to his lips. This kiss was different. It was full of hunger, full of excitement, full of you need to fuck NEOWWWWWWW.

Tee hovered over you, just looking into your eyes. “Baby you know I love you right?” You nodded. “Good, because I’m about to fuck you like I don’t,” Tee immediately got off you and the bed, dragged you off by your ankle and propped you squatting on the wall.

“I want to see you be a good girl and take the whole thing. No hands allowed,” you nodded, pulling down his shorts and briefs. He completely removed his clothes, leaving his rock hard dick, sticking straight up. Tee grabbed it, putting it close to your mouth. You moved so you could catch it.

Slowly, he started moving his hips to face fuck you. You opened wide, sticking your tongue out so it could glide along the base. As his momentum started getting faster, you didn’t kept your momentum. You’re not a punk, you could take it all. You maintained eye contact while he lost it at the spit bubbles forming and seeing his entire dick down your throat. He snatched his dick away, bending down to sloppy kiss you before putting his dick back in your mouth. He used your mouth as a toy, fucking it while you just sat there and let him. Anything for daddy.

“Use your hands now” you wrapped both hands around to stroke him while sucking on the tip. Every time he deep throat, you’d play with his balls. Tee was like putty in your hands. His moans kept rolling off his lips and it only made you wetter.

“Fuuuuuuck. If you keep going, I’m gonna nut and as much as I wanna want to, I wanna save it for that pretty face,” Tee moved, you releasing him with a pop. He helped you stand up and pushed you towards the bed, slapping your ass. “Lay back and open those legs.”

You were gonna take control but at this point, you were the sub tonight. Tee could ask for your one no, anal, and you’d say yes. Is that all it took? A damn video of his tattoos has you with your legs behind your head getting eaten alive. Tee could quit playing football and only post thirst traps if this is how every night was gonna end.

Tee devoured you, he ate you as if he’d hadn’t eaten today. His tongue wasn’t enough, he had to add 3 thick ass fingers which had you screaming and squirting. As you tried catching your breath, he pulled his fingers out, admiring the glistening from your juices. “Gah damn baby, I love that shit” he sucked his fingers then put them in your mouth while he stuck that delicious dick in you. Your tongue swirled around his fingers, cleaning them off while he slowly pumped into you. You maintained eye contact, his mouth open, memorized by the sight.

At this point, you had lost count at how many times he made you cum. You squirted when he folded you up on the side of the bed. You came when you were bent over, getting fucked in front of the mirror. Now here you were, face pressed down by one hand into the sheets, the other hand was either slapping your ass or holding onto your hips, while he pounded into. He showed no mercy, your whimpers turning him on. You were such a good girl for him. You let this not so gentle giant completely slut you out. He was yours, you were his. Neither of you were going nowhere. Ever.

“Daddy I’m about to cum,” you mumbled, unable to take more.

“Me too baby, give me this last one like a good girl” the angle of his strokes never changed, he slowed it to the right speed to get you there, “that’s it’s beautiful, I got you, you did so good for me, I’m so proud of you baby,” you crumbled under him. Even in the rough moments, he’s always taking care of you and your needs.

“Look at the fucking cream baby FUCKKKKKK, get down here now,” he pulled out of you, you quickly turning so you could be directly under his dick. Sticking your tongue out, he jerked himself a few times before thick ropes of his warm nut landed on your face and in your mouth. You wrapped your lips around his dick, sucking it clean. Watching you do so completed the soul snatching orgasm he just had.

“Dirty fucking bitch, come here,” he didn’t even care about the taste from his seed, you were getting tongued down after that.

************

Your voice was playing off Tee’s phone. You laid on his chest, watching his phone with him. Your grwm voice over was ending with “Byeeeeee, time for me to get slutted out insteadddddddd!” Tee started laughing.

“What do you think?”

“What happened to you slutting me out?”

“I saw how good you looked coming in the house and wanted to cater to you instead,”

“And did, you defffff did. Mmmmph,” he is so sassy

“Oh my God Tamaurice”

[bengals-barnesbabe]

There’s Something You Should Know

Pair: Dad!Joe Burrow x OC , Dad!Joe Burrow x ExFianćee!Reader

Desc: Joe’s new girlfriend is in for a big surprise when she drops by unexpectedly.

TW: Jealousy, Toxic Gf, talks of divorce, childhood trauma

a/n: just a little idea I had and worked on for 2 weeks :)

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WC: 4.9k

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August weekends are some of Joe’s favorites, not because he goes out with friends or showers his girlfriend with the attention she desires. No, he loves days like this. Days where his living room doesn’t stay clean for more than a few hours, mornings filled with cute giggles and sticky-syrupy little fingers, and nights controlled by a little girl with beautiful hazel brown eyes and a head full of dark tight curls, who picks the same bedtime story every night. These are his favorite moments.

Like now as he picks up the pink and purple lego sets off his living room floor while his little girl is off playing with some other toys in her playroom. From down the hall, he can hear all the make-believe scenarios the stuffies are going through. Currently, Who Dey the tiger and Joey the kangaroo were shopping for skirts but there was only one pink sparkly one left, it was a heavy debacle that Joe couldn't help but chuckle at while putting away the rest of the legos. 

Elliana, or Ellie for short, is the no doubt most important person (albeit little person) in his life. From the day she was born, there was nothing he wouldn’t do for his little girl. Now at 4 years old, the bubbly and charismatic girl is taking in some of his interests, hence the immense collection of Lego sets that decorate his home. Sure this hobby came back to bite him in the rear when he would fall to victim of said legos by stepping on them, but the time they spent together just playing around was worth all the lego injuries in the world. But they also have house slippers now, to protect both of their feet.

Joe moved to tidy up the kitchen after double checking that all legos were in their rightful spots, not that he was actually going to count every single lego. To prepare for his 4 day weekend with Ellie, he made sure to restock on all her favorite meals and snacks but also ingredients to make the Bengals-themed cookies that she hadn’t stop talking about since she saw them on a commercial for a grocery store they don’t even have in Ohio. Joe wasn’t much of a baker, he only began cooking real meals when Ellie started staying over for multiple nights. Give him a box of Kraft Mac N Cheese and some dino nuggets and he’d turn it gourmet for his daughter, but for now that’s as far as he could go. So he called in reinforcements for this mission.

*ding dong*

His saving grace, Ja’Marr Chase. Joe was forever grateful to have a best friend that loved and cared for his daughter like she was his own. Ja’Marr was a great uncle and Ellie thought so too.

“Daddy, daddy! It’s Uncle Marr, he’s here to make cookies!” He smiles as the squeaky voiced girl comes running down the hall. Before she passes the kitchen, he sneakily pulls her into his arms before she could notice him. “Daddy!”

“What did I say about running in the house? I know you’re excited but you might fall and hurt yourself and that would make daddy really sad.” He lightly scolds bending down to her height.

“I’m sorry daddy. No more running.” Ellie cutely nods and places her small hands on his cheeks to lift his faux frown.  A grin quickly returns to his face and he kisses her forehead. 

“That’s my good girl, how about you go wash your hands so you and Uncle Marr can get started?” Her face beams as she wraps her arms around his neck. He returns the hug almost as tightly to take in the warm sense of comfort that having her in his arms brings. His arms could probably wrap around the young girl twice, but the contentment of having her little ones squeezing onto him so tightly is a feelings he never wants to forget. When she finally lets go, she kisses his cheek then skips down the hall in her fluffy pink slippers.

The door bell ringing again brings Joe back to his full height, but his brows furrow when he doesn’t hear his friend do his usual call out. ‘He’s probably on the phone.’ He thinks walking over to front door. He opens the door wide with a smile to greet one of his best friends, but gets replaced with his eyes widening and mouth dropping in shock.

“Hi babe!” 

Joe blinks then narrows the door’s opening to only fit half his body. “What are you doing here?” He asks the woman he’s been seeing for 6 months.

“I thought we could spend some time together. I know you said you’d be busy this weekend, but you’re busy every weekend. But since you’re actually home, we could watch a movie or something.” She smiles trying to peak inside. “Are you going to invite me in?”

Joe can hear the faucet in the first floor bathroom turn off and another car pull into his driveway. He looks behind him and zeroes in on every detail in his house that screams ‘this is my little princess’ castle’ then turns back to his curious girlfriend. “Um, now’s not a great time Kate.”

The short brunette’s jaw clenches and just as she’s about to respond, Ja’Marr walks up behind her. “Wow- so what, Saturdays are for the boys?” She barks. Actually they’re for the girls, little girls.

“Kate-

Loud giggles erupt from behind him. “UNCLE MARR! Daddy he’s right there I see him!” 

His teammate breaks out in a smile and waves to Ellie. “Hey babygirl.” Ja’Marr excuses himself from behind the woman and Joe lets him in the house.

Kate stands in front of him now dumbfounded. “You have a daughter?”

When Joe met Katelyn, he hadn’t had a long term girlfriend in a while, not since you. So he didn’t have to introduce anyone to his daughter. His team already knew her, his friends were great with her and she had a mom and dad who would do anything for her. Joe didn’t even feel like dating after your engagement ended two years ago. He had some hookups here and there, but getting into a relationship was not on his mind. Funnily that’s how this ‘relationship’ started, she was just someone he could call and was cool about it. Then he took her out to dinner to test the waters and half a year later he’s here.

When you broke up, you and Joe agreed not introduce your daughter to anybody without the other’s consent. You both wanted to make sure that she was your priority and her safety always came first. Then Joe implemented the rule to not introduce Elliana to romantic interests until at least 9 months into the relationship, he said it was him being protective but it was also so he didn’t have to see you without anyone else until it was serious. You also didn’t broadcast your daughter to the world like other parents, so not many knew that he did have a daughter unless they watched his every move. 

So long story short, Katelyn did not know.

“We should talk.” He said as she shoved his body to the side and stomped into his home. “I guess I deserve that.” He shook his head and shut the door.

Thankfully, the kitchen and the living room were a decent distance from each other so when she plopped down on the farthest end of the sofa, he could relax knowing Ellie wouldn’t hear any distinct words the woman might start throwing his way. Kate sat facing the blank tv screen, he took the spot in front of her so he could still see some of the movements in the kitchen through a wall cut out.

“Listen Kate.”

“No me first.” She cuts him off with a hand in front of his face. He just nods and allows her to speak. “Why didn’t you tell me? Is she actually yours? Where’s her mother? How come no one knows about her? Why didn’t you fucking tell me? I thought I was your girlfriend, do I mean nothing to you? Who keeps this kind of giant fucking secret? Fucking talk!” She huffs.

“I was letting you go off- whatever. Yes, Elliana is mine. She just looks exactly like her mother” He mumbles the last part, combing his fingers through his hair, a nervous tick he’s had since he was little.

“She’s 4 and I have dual custody over her, so I mostly get her during the weekends. I didn’t tell you because her mother and I have an arrangement and I would have to talk to her about it first. Her mom lives here- well not here here, she lives in the city. You know I don’t like the attention the spotlight gives so it was easy for us to decide to leave her out of it as much as possible. I guess was going to tell you at some point.”

“What do you mean, you guess? I’m your girlfriend! Don’t you think I have the right to know that the guy I’m seeing has a kid?” She crosses her arms red faced.

“Calm down, we haven’t been seeing each other that long. We were never that serious.” 

“Of course not, every time I want to spend time with you there’s a new excuse. Oh you have a game, or practice that evidently takes all fucking day. Maybe you’re hiding me because there’s someone else.”

“I promise the only other girl in my life right now is my daughter. And everything you just said is a valid excuse, I have a job and child that require all my attention.”

“Why can’t she just stay with her mother? Do you have this stupid arrangement so she can come by and give you what you’ve been missing? I bet you’ve been fucking her this whole time.”

Joe scoffs, her words starting to make his blood boil. “Katelyn, what do you not understand about us co-parenting our daughter? I barely have time to spend with you, so what makes you think I have time to cheat? If you have a problem with me being a father, then you should leave.”

“I don’t have a problem with you being a dad, I have a problem with you not talking about your ex. What, was she so special that it hurts to talk about her? Was she the one, Joe? What exactly is your relationship like with her now?”

“I told you, we co parent. There’s nothing going on with me and her mother, that’s all in the past. Can we stop talking about her now, she’s not going to just pop up out of nowhere?” He rolls his eyes. 

“I’m not convinced, you’d only hide her if there was still something between you.” 

“Yea her name is Elliana, the four year old making cookies in my kitchen right now.”

Before Katelyn can come back with another complaint, the doorbell rings, again. Joe sighs and looks out the window to see another very familiar car. Spoke too soon Joe.

He opens the door to see another one of his close teammates and the very woman he was just talking about. 

“Tee, Y/n what are you doing here?” His eyes lazily flicker between the pair and you send him a sheepish smile.

“Oh you know, we were just in the neighborhood.” Tee nods very nonchalantly. You nudge his side with a chuckle.

“I got a 911 call from Ellie, she said there was an emergency.” 

“Really?” He starts to pat down his pockets and realizes his phone is missing. He turns around and spots a smiling little girl with two long braids neatly done with purple bows in her hair. “Ellie…”

“Yes daddy.”

“Did you call mommy with my phone without telling me?” 

“Yep!”

You stop the laugh from bursting out your mouth when he sends you a pointed look. Taking that as a sign to go ‘confront’ your daughter. “Elliana why did you call me saying there was an emergency?

“There is an emergency momma! Uncle Jay is eating all the cookies!” Ja’Marr turns around shocked at his little partner. 

“Ellie, what did I tell you about snitches?”

“Snitches get stitches.” She relays matter factly. Joe shakes his head in confusion because clearly he wasn’t aware she knew about snitches yet. While you chuckle and run in to snatch up your girl.

“Ellie what did I tell you about taking advice from Uncle J?” You ask placing her on the counter.

“You said to tell you when he teaches me something new. He just did momma, see I told you!”

“Wow, Joe see what your friends have done to my sweet little girl.” She giggles wrapping her arms around your neck.

“They’re your friends too. How is it my fault, I had no idea?”

“There’s your answer.” You smirk. “Now Ms. Ellie Dae Burrow, is there any other emergency I need to know about?”

Freeing herself from your grasp she nods her head. “We don’t know how to ice cookies mommy.” Then takes your face in her hands and turns you towards the powdered sugar mess next to her baking buddy.

“Ellie, did you touch the cookies before touching mommy’s face?”

“Um yes?”

“Did you wash your hands after touching the cookies?” The young girl looks at her flour caked hands curiously. 

“No mommy.”

“Remember what I said about touching your toys with dirty hands?” Ellie nods her head. “Well that goes for people too, cause now I’m covered in flour.”

“Oh, sorry mommy. I’ll go wash my hands now.”

You go off to get washed up then Ellie returns to the kitchen to continue helping with the cookies while you join Joe in the living room.

“I hope you guys didn’t have anything planned, Ellie clearly has a mind of her own.” Joe jokes with the couple.

“Not much, we were just going to pick up some lunch and maybe catch a movie.” Tee shrugs.

“That’s what we were going to do, how funny.” Kate perks up with hidden mischief in her eyes. This is when you realize you have no clue where this woman came from nor who she is. 

“Joe?”

“Oh how rude of me. I’m Katelyn, Joe’s girlfriend and I assume you’re his baby mama.” She fake smiles holding her hand out.

The eyes of the men in the room widen at her bold choice of words. You smirk and shake the woman’s hand. “Yep, that’s me. The mother of his only child, you must know how great of a dad he is right? Whenever he has any time off, he’s always picking her up or coming over to see her. Truly father of the decade and she isn’t even 5 yet.”

Tee sits next the father hiding his face in his hands and chuckles. “I bet this isn’t how you wanted this to go.” He whispers to him. Joe just groans in his hands.

“Well, you should have a seat.” Kate invites.

“Oh I will, thank you for the hospitality in the house that my ex fiance asked me my opinion on over a year ago.” You grin and sit on the other side of Tee.

Katelyn’s kind demeanor shifts with a fake smile wide on her cheeks as she sits next to Joe. “So why’d you break up?”

“We are not starting here!” Joe’s eyes go wide and he straightens up. “Ask anything else please.”

“Joseph, your girlfriend wants to know why we’re not married right now. Why don’t you tell her?” You say forgetting how the whole thing happened for a bit. Thankfully those cherished memories come floating back to your mind and you hoped he decided to change the subject to cover your mishap.

“You just met, aren’t you supposed to be doing the making sure she’s safe for Ellie to be around thing?” You let out a muted sigh before replying.

“Oh please, and you haven’t?”

“No.” He mutters.

Your face hardens as you kiss your teth. “You let this woman around my daughter without screening her first? Joseph what the hell?”

He throws his hands up in surrender. “I didn’t think it was going to last this long, I wasn’t thinking about it.”

“Then why is she here?” You question turning your body completely towards him.

“Your guess is as good as mine!”

Katelyn scoffs, “excuse me, I’m sitting right here!”

“Unfortunately we see that too. How long have you been together anyway?” You hope that their explanation has to do with the restrictions you came up with to keep your daughter safe.

“7 mont-

“6 months- They say at the same time.

“Damn, this is awkward. I’m gonna go.” Tee announces. “I’ll text you.” Then he leaves.

“Looks like that didn’t last, maybe that’s why Joe left you. You attract drama everywhere you go.” Joe grimaces at her just wanting her to stop talking.

“Oh no hun, I left him. Not like it’s any of your damn business cause you don’t know me or him that well either. But let me guess, he told you he was busy but you showed up anyway hoping he’d let you in and give you whatever you want. I wouldn’t stress about him not making enough time for you, there’s a lot of worst ways he could be treating you. Just remember that at the end of the day, I’m that little girl’s mom and he’s her dad. I’ll always have a key in the door, when you won’t even get to see the open house.” Then you got up and went to the kitchen. Joe watched in amusement as Katelyn seethed. Then peaked behind him to catch a glimpse of you and your daughter baking together.

“You need to talk to her, she needs to know that I’m your future and she needs to make room.” Joe rolls his eyes.

“She’s right. They’re my past, present and my future. You were just a distraction and now I don’t need you anymore. I’m going to have to ask you need to leave my daughter’s house.” 

She shakes her head. “Joe, we can have our own family. You don’t need them. I can do that for you.”

“Katelyn I want them, not you. It’s time for you to go.” He stands and walks over to the door.

“You’re going to miss me and regret this, but I wont open the door for you. When you want me back I’ll have someone way better than you. Please don’t do this, don’t break up with me.” Rolling his eyes at the quick change in behavior he unlocks the door for her.

“Joey, I thought we were having fun. You don’t want to throw that away do you?” She asks as a final strand of hope glistens in her eyes.

Joe sighs, “it was fun, but I’d rather play with flower shop legos and bake cookies.”

“Fuck you Joe!” She stomps out with expletives shooting from her mouth. 

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“Daddy was your friend crying because you hurt her feelings?” Ellie asks with frosting covering her mouth when he arrives in the kitchen. He picks her up and kisses her sugary cheeks.

“No bub, she hurt her own feelings.” 

“Joey hurt my feelings when left to join the circus.” She pouts talking about her stuffie and licking her sticky fingers.

“Are you eating the icing before we can put it on the cookies?” He asks the orange dye covered girl.

“Nyooo.” She chuckles.

“What are we going to do with you?”

“Mommy said we’re all going to the park to feed the ducks.” She smiles. You turn around with wide eyes and an amused smirk, halting your current task of making more orange frosting.

“I did not say that. Ellie Dae why are you telling your father stories?”

“I think she wants to go feed the ducks.” Ja’Marr snorts while eating some of the cookie dough.

“Uncle Marrrr, you can’t eat more cookies! It’s for the ducks.”

“Ellie ducks don’t eat cookies.” Joe chuckles putting her on a part of the counter that’s not covered in sugar.

“Kaia said they do.” Your daughter yawns mentioning your next door neighbor’s teenage daughter that likes to babysit her.

“Well you’re going to have to ask Kaia where she found the cookies made for ducks.” Glancing over at the oven clock you hum realizing its 2pm. Naptime. Looking back over at your ex, you watch him wrap his arms around your daughter as her eyelids struggle to stay open. “Joe.” You whisper. He looks up at you then the time and nods.

“Come on babygirl, let’s go upstairs.” She whines as he lifts her, but still wraps her arms around his neck.

“But daddy, I’m not tired. Cookies.” She yawns laying her head on his chest. He smiles and kisses her head.

“I promise the cookies will be there when you wake up, and maybe we’ll even take some to the ducks.” You can’t help but smile as the pair climb the staircase up to her room. You always knew Joe would be a great father, especially when the you were surprised by the idea of having a baby so young and so early in your relationship. But he only stepped up in ways you couldn't have imagined, watching him become a father felt like one of life’s greatest privileges. It’s one of the things you love loved about him. Joe’s caring nature was unlike any other, in those 4 years together you’d never felt so loved and cherished by anyone like him.

Turning around to go back to your icing duties, you’re faced with a smirking Ja’Marr Chase. “What?”

“You’re ridiculous.” He chuckles setting a timer for the cookies that you now notice are in the oven. 

“I don’t understand.”

“You look at him the same way he looks at you, which is the exact same way when you were engaged. You just need to put the ring back on and plan the damn wedding at this point. I mean he broke up with his fling for you.”

You just shake your head at his nonsense, there was no way you and Joe would ever get back together after how it ended- after how you ended it. “No, I’m with Tee. They just had a mild disagreement, the second Ellie comes home with me he’ll be calling her back over.”

“You’re fucking with me right?” He scoffs. “You and Tee are not together.”

“How would you know?”

“He texted me the minute you got here. The only reason you two were out together was because we’re all still friends. Don’t try and bullshit me. You’ve been trying to make Joe jealous for weeks.”

“I have not, lower your voice. If you think he would ever take me back after the shit I said that night, then you’re delusional. I already fucked up with Joe.”

“But you want him to though.” He tilts his head with a soft smile. “I bet you still have the ring on you.” Your eyes go straight to the floor.

“You didn’t give it back because he wouldn’t take it. You can’t put it away because of who it reminds you of and you won’t sell it because you still care. In fact Ellie said you put it on a necklace and kept it in the smallest pocket of your purse.” When you look up, he’s somehow produced the same ring Joe proposed to you with on that beach date when Ellie was 8 months old.

“She really is a little blabber mouth.” You sniffle taking the chain.

“She’s smart and a thief. She showed it to me after you went to go clean your face. She knows how much it means to you and whether she understands it or not, she wants her mom and dad back together.”

“Oh please, this is the same little girl that wants to feed ducks sugar cookies.”

“All I’m saying is you should think about why you’re still carrying that nice ass ring around and talk to him. Alright I’m gonna head out, you got this right?” You nod and share a friendly hug.

“Remember what I said.” He says as the front door opens then shuts.

You lean over the counter with your hands on your face and let out a groan. There’s no possible way for Joe to ever take you back. You don’t even know why you still carry the ring around, but somehow leaving the house without it makes you feel untethered to reality.

“I doubt the cookies are that bad.” You gasp startled by the man leaning on the entryway to the kitchen.

“Goodness, Joe.” Your right hand covers your eyes while still clutching the gold chain. 

“Wow,” you drop your hand remembering what you were holding. “That’s something I haven’t seen in a while.”

“Yea- um. I was having it cleaned.” You bite the inside of your lip, then replace it with a pout when his face tells you he knows the full story. “Joe-

“Put it on.”

“Listen- wait what?”

You want to believe he’s joking, but the look in his eyes is all seriousness. “I want you to put the ring back on.”

“I can’t, not after the way I ended things. It wouldn’t be right.”

“You can, because I want you to. I need you to put the ring on.”

“Joe there’s something you should know.”

He sighs and takes the chain from you. “I know you and Tee hooked up once, I’m still debating on if I need to sucker punch him for it.” Then unclasps the chain and releases the 7 karat diamond into his hand. “I know that we spent the last 2 years trying to forget everything that went down between us only to remind each other every weekend when Ellie is dropped off.” He begins to fiddle with the ring between his fingers. “I also know that nothing you said that night was true.”

You gulp locking eyes with the man you’ve always wanted to call your husband. “Joe.”

“On April 10th, your mom called you and said ‘never get married’ because she had finalized her divorce with your father after spending 25 years in an unhappy marriage, that without a doubt gave you enough trauma in itself. April 11th, I came home from a night out where I drank way too much and reminded you of a part of your childhood you tried to run away from, which is something I’m extremely sorry for. April 12th, we spent the entire day arguing about the dumbest shit because I couldn’t see the pain you were harboring. Then you said ‘I can’t spend the rest of my life with a man that doesn’t care how he comes home to his family. I won’t let you run me into the mud like he did to her, I want to be happy. I can’t marry you.’ And took your ring off.” You couldn’t stop the tears from falling down your face as he recalls the last night you spent together as a couple. A night you’ve regretted since it happened.

“Joey, don’t let me do this to you. You don’t deserve this, you could do so much better better than a damaged bitch with trust issues.” With one hand he wipes your tears and with the other he takes your left hand. “Joe think about this.”

“I think there’s something you should know.” He repeats your words with a more lighthearted tone, then gets down on one knee. 

‘There’s no way, no way. Nope, he’s not doing this.’ You echo to yourself while shaking your head.

“I spent two years thinking about this. Two years driving back and forth so we could have equal time with our little girl. Two years of wondering if I’d ever have you back in my arms the way I dream of at night. Even spent one in this house thinking about how hollow it feels without you living in it. I bought it for you, so we could raise our family here together. I know this probably won’t top the first one and I don’t have a new ring yet.” He winks causing another wave of tears to fall, this time happy tears. 

“I can’t see myself happier with anyone except this damaged woman in front of me with trust issues. Shit I’m not that happy now, cause every time I look in our little girl’s eyes all I see is her beautiful mother. She’s a constant reminder of the woman I miss more than anything. I thought we could do this co-parenting thing and stay friends so Ellie could have a happy childhood, but I spend more time with you than I do without you. I don’t want to wake up with anyone else in my bed that isn’t the woman right in front of me. And I’m thanking Elliana for bringing you here, because I need you. I want you back more than anything in the world.” 

His voice starts to tremble. “I’d step on a million legos for you, bake and burn a thousand dinners for you, miss hundreds of games for you- fucking anything. Anything you want, it’s yours. Just say yes.” 

You can feel the way your heart breaks for him, just proving how much you don’t deserve him. “I can’t.” 

“Why not?”

You can’t look him in the eye and break him again. You try to suck in the sob but there’s no use.

“I’m pregnant with Tee’s baby.”

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i'm sorry that was childish, don’t hate me lol here’s the real ending

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“I can’t,” You giggle when his pout deepens. “You haven’t asked the question yet.”

A bright smile breaks out on his face as he sighs in relief. “You need to stop scaring me. Y/n Y/l/n, will you marry me?”

“Yes, yes I’ll marry you, Joey. I'll marry you a hundred times if I have to.” You beam as he slips the ring back in its rightful spot then stands and pulls you into the most passionate kiss. 

After two years, you’re back in the arms you love, felt the most comfortable and cherished in. You feel so lucky to have found a man, a fiance so caring, thoughtful, and understanding. Lucky that every time you pushed him away, he just pulled you in harder. And you can’t wait to finally marry him and give him everything he’s ever wanted. Including a bigger family.

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Almost Over You | Joe Burrow

summary: It happened suddenly, you and Joe had broken up and you never understood exactly how it happened. All you know is that his ex-girlfriend was brought up and an argument started leaving to you being heartbroken. Your friends swore to you that they would stop at nothing until you got over your ex-boyfriend, but what if that's harder than you think?

Pairing: Joe Burrow (Bengals/NFL) x Fem! Reader (Joe Burrow x You)

Requested: Yes | No

Warning(s): mentions of heartbreak and breaking up, mentions of Joe x Olivia, mentions of alcohol.

Little note from me: This is the first time I have ever written for Joe Burrow. I usually write for Tee Higgins and Josh Allen. I wanted to give Joe a try because he is starting to grow on me a little bit. I may end up making a part 2 to this if I feel like it. Also I started writing this in Y/N format and then I switched to "You" after like the second paragraph lol. *gif not mine*

Word Count (lyrics not included): 4.5k

*Not Edited*

I also hate how I ended this. I need to work on the ending of my stories but I will work on getting better. May be a part 2 later... I haven't decided yet!

I've stopped looking for your truck, every time I go somewhere I don't scroll through the past anymore 'cause I don't care I'm finally putting on the shirt I like, tight jeans, big hoops with my hair up high. The least you could've done was give me the bar tonight.

Y/N browsed her outfits that she had brought over to her friends house. Her and her girls were having a girls night and going to the bar to let loose and have fun. It happened to be her best friends idea, mainly because she had been struggling to get over a recent breakup. Y/BFF/N had insisted that he wasn’t worth it and that she was going to get you over him one way or another. 

“Let me do your hair, Y/N!” One of the girls in your group spoke up. She was the hairstylist and makeup guru of the group, so she was the designated hair and makeup artist for the friend groups and any events that they attended. “I’ll fix your makeup too.” 

Y/N knew arguing would be pointless, so she sat down in the vanity chair and let her hair artist friend have at it. “I need help picking an outfit.” She spoke up looking towards her best friend while the other friend continued doing her hair. “I’m torn between the three on the bed.” She added pointing to the three outfits. 

In less than 20 minutes, her hair was done and makeup was touched up. Her best friend had left her choice on the bed before finishing getting ready and making everyone a pregame shot before heading to the bar. She was finishing pulling up her jeans when her friends came in with two trays of shots. 

“I’m not sure about this outfit.” Y/N spoke up. She usually wasn’t one to feel insecure, but looking at herself dressed in a pair of tight skinny jeans and a blouse, both of them not belonging to her, made her self conscious. “Why didn’t you pick one of my outfits?” She asked her best friend turning around. 

“Girl, you look hot!” She replied not answering your question at first. “You’re freshly single, so we’re gonna act like it today.” She added picking up a shot and handing it to you. 

You hesitantly grabbed the alcohol before glancing around the group of girls you loved so much. They were your best friends and you would do anything for them and they would do anything for you. “To Y/N, for finally taking a large step in getting over the dick.” 

“Cheers to that.” The other girls replied before downing the shot.

“Don’t call him that.” You spoke up softly hating the way her comment made you feel. The night you two broke up was still a blur and was anything but easy for you. More than likely you had blacked it out due to heartbreak, but still it lingered in your mind. 

“Honey, he had his hooks sunk deep in you. So deep that you literally wouldn’t even walk into a shop, restaurant, or anything if you noticed a vehicle that looked like his.” Y/BFF/N reminded you as you threw back your shot in hopes of forgetting about Joe tonight. Your ultimate goal was to finally and fully move on, to get over Joe tonight. 

After a couple more shots, the girls were heading to their favorite bar. Which just so happened to be the bar that Y/N and Joe always went to together. 

Why'd you have to come back in right then right when I was just getting good and gone? 'Cause I was in the wrong place at the wrong time You must've heard I was moving on, Then right out of the blue a quarter past two, I'm all about you. When I was just about, just about over you.

The girls had gotten to the bar around 11:45 or midnight. It was officially 1:42 and Y/N was letting loose. She felt the best she had in forever and to her, it had nothing to do with the guy that she was practically grinding against. The alcohol in her system made her feel a bit more easy-going and less paranoid of running into “he-who-should-not-be-named” at their bar. 

The loud pounding music came to a halt and was replaced with a slower song causing you to turn around and face to mystery bar guy. You weren’t one to just go and have hook-ups with anyone or randomly show pda to guys you didn’t know. In a plan to get over someone… it felt almost right to do it that way.

“You want to get out of here?” The mystery guy asked seductively trying to keep you enticed with him. 

You gave him a look before your eyes caught a group of men walking in together. Your blood ran cold, face turning pale as you seen the familiar dirty blonde locks and perfect smile of your ex-boyfriend. You took a chance to catch your breath when you moved your eyes over and caught Jamarr and Tee already noticing you. You had been close with a few of Joe’s teammates seeing as you were together for a bit. 

Jamarr gave you a quick nod of greeting before avoiding your gaze and Tee flashed you his smile before heading to an area with the boys. “I have to go.” You told the mystery man before leaving towards your group of girls. You were hoping that you could convince your girls to leave and do this another night. Maybe you could fake sick and go home by uber, you weren’t sure what your whole plan was, but you knew something would have to go down to leave. 

Once you reached your group of girls, who were either occupied with boys/girls or chatting with each other while drinking, you put on your best sick face. “Hey, I’m not feeling the best… I think it’s best if I uber home.” 

Your hairdresser best friend gave you a saddened look believing the story that was being told. “Bullshit.” Y/BFF/N spoke up crossing her arms. “I noticed him walk in with his groupies.” She responded raising an eyebrow in your direction. 

You shrugged not really caring if she noticed him, “I’m not in the mood to deal with this tonight.” 

“Y/N, you are not leaving. I promised you that I would help you get over him and with that promise it means not letting you leave all because he came into this bar.” Your best friend stated. With her tone of voice, you knew it was pointless to even argue with her. 

“Isn’t it weird that he showed up after you were fixing to go home with some guy?” Another one of the girls in your group spoke up. 

“I was not going home with that guy.” You objected crossing your arms over yourself feeling a bit uncomfortable. “That’s not who I am.” 

“Maybe that’s what you need for one night.” Another spoke up causing you to roll your eyes. 

You shook your head in disbelief at your friends, “I’m getting another drink.” You mumbled before turning and making your way to the bar. Last call would be announced within the next fifteen minutes, and you were not waiting until then. 

You could've stayed with the guys, acting like you didn't see me It would've hurt a little less if you'd bought some girl a drink but you had to walk up, messing me up I'm drunk, wondering why it's gotta be like this I thought I was moving on, but now I'm starting back over again.

After another drink and a shot, you had simply ordered a glass of red wine. You were already feeling the effects of the alcohol and you were worried that you would do something stupid if you ordered anything other than wine. Part of your friend group had gone home with whoever they had met here, no doubt going to have a fun night. Your best friend and one other girl were the only ones that were left of your group besides you. 

“Can I get another round for our table back there?” His voice spoke up causing a chill to run down your back. You hadn’t heard that voice since the night that it ended. Without paying him any attention, you picked up your glass and took a drink of the crimson liquid. It was easier to pretend that he wasn’t there instead of trying to make everything weird. Joe seemed to have different plans, “Hey, I didn’t expect to see you here tonight.” He mumbled as he sat down on the seat next to you. 

“I was hoping I wouldn’t see you.” He would never admit it, but your reply felt like a knife. He knew that the whole breakup should had been dealt with sooner and talked about. If not to fix it, then to at least to make it less messy. 

Joe chose to ignore your blunt reply as he waited on their final tray of drinks, “How have you been?” he asked carefully knowing that it hadn’t been easy for him. He would never admit that to you unless you asked him yourself. 

“Why are you doing this?” You asked. Finally, you turned to face him noticing the stubble that adorned his face compared to his usual clean-shaven self. There was no point in answering his question because you had not felt your best since your last night with him. “You could have avoided me and let me heal.” You added taking another sip of win after. 

Joe looked exhausted; anyone could tell. You had heard that they were currently not playing their best even if you refused to watch the games. You were his problem, not that he blamed you. He blew up for no reason, mainly due to stress and you felt as if it was a personal attack. “I didn’t mean what I said that night.” He told you. Even if you wanted him to leave you alone, he just knew he had to tell you what he felt after that night. “When you brought up my past… it never compared to us. She never meant as much to me as you did, I get that I was with her longer, but it wasn’t the same.” 

You shrugged trying your best to act like you didn’t care. “I am not talking about this.” You shook your head before finishing off your glass of wine. “If we’re being honest, I shouldn’t have brought up Olivia, but that’s all I’m going to say.” You added before standing up from your seat. You needed to get back to your best friend before your body decided to fully give in to the handsome quarterback right next to you. 

“Y/N don’t do this. Let me in and let’s talk about this.” Joe practically begged as he stood up quickly noticing that you were trying to make your escape. The look on your face was unreadable, why was Joe begging you to talk about it? What would it help and why was it such a big deal to him? 

“Joe, you ended it. I don’t owe you anything.” You whispered as you pushed back tears not wanting them to surface. You were beginning to feel defeated because your heart and your body yearned for the man in front of you. 

“Y/N… please.” He pleaded one last time in a whisper, in the same way that you had answered him. Before you could say anything, the bartender placed the tray of drinks down giving you the chance to get away from Joe before he could continue begging you and you gave in. 

maybe you caught me on a bad night maybe tomorrow I'll be just fine maybe it's the red wine that put you back in my mind

Final call had happened at 2:30, but the bar was still alive with drunk couples, singles, and others. Your best friend had told you that she was going home with the guy that she had been with all night, only she was staying with you until you wanted to leave. Truth be told, she was probably just trying to ensure that you would stay away from Joe the rest of the night. 

“I’m going to the restroom and then I’ll head home.” You promised your best friend before pulling her into a hug. 

Once you two pulled away she gave you a small smile, “want me to wait for you?” she offered. 

You didn’t miss the eye roll from the guy that she was going home with. You internally scoffed and rolled your eyes at the guy who wanted inside your best friends pants before returning the smile, “No, I’ll be fine. Just be careful on your way home.” 

Your bestie nodded before giving you a knowing look, “There’s plenty of people still here. I think you should reconsider what I told you earlier.” She added before locking arms with the guy beside her. You rolled your eyes and shook your head, “If you change your mind you have to let me know.” She teased before blowing a kiss and turned to head out with the man that she had met tonight. 

You turned around and grabbed your wristlet before making your way towards the bathroom. In all seriousness you were more than ready to go home, you had been since your conversation with Joe. However, it still made Joe stay in your mind. Flashbacks from the relationship played over and over again. Whether you wanted to admit it or not, Joe Burrow was a huge green flag when you’re in a relationship with him. He may act cocky or arrogant sometimes, but most of the time it’s to hide how he is truly feeling. 

Even if he was a green flag, you still argued some but it wasn’t often. The night you broke up was the only big fight that you had experienced in that relationship. Why did the relationship break after one fight? You just guessed that your relationship was not strong enough to last. 

After you finished in the bathroom you exited (after washing your hands of course) and got on your phone so you could order an Uber for the ride home. You knew it was a bad idea for you girl’s to ride together, but no one disagreed and you weren’t going to be the first one to object. 

“Really? 25 minutes.” You huffed as you leaned against the hallway leading to the bathroom. You wanted to be away from the crowds and try to catch a ride back to your place. “Why did I agree to do this tonight?” you mumbled placing your phone back in your pocket after seeing the wait time. 

“Are you okay?” a familiar voice spoke up. You looked towards the dimly lit hallway and noticed the guy that you had been dancing with before Joe came in. You had been hoping that he had already went home because you didn’t want to see him again either. “I heard you huffing.” He mentioned with a half smile forming on his face. 

You nodded assuring him that you were fine, “Yeah. Just waiting for my ride.” You lied knowing good and well that you didn’t order that Uber that was going to take almost half an hour. 

He nodded, “I could take you home if you’re getting inpatient.” He offered hoping that you would accept his invite.

Your body was overcome with a feeling of dread when you looked into his eyes. You weren’t sure why, mainly because he had been a nice guy earlier. Thinking back, maybe you missed this feeling because of the alcohol and then the fact that you noticed your ex before you could process the guy in front of you. 

You shook your head forcing a fake smile, “No it’s fine. My ride will be here very soon and I don’t want to leave them hanging.” You lied again in hopes that it was believable. 

“Come on.” He urged walking closer and leaning against the wall next to you. 

You opened your mouth to object before a voice beat you to it, “Babe, what’s taking so long?” Joe’s voice rang out down the hallway as footsteps were heard getting closer to you. The mental relief you felt hearing his voice was unreal. No matter how much you didn’t want to be around him, you always knew that you were safe with him. 

“I was just talking to a friend.” You lied knowing that Joe could hear the hesitation in your voice and he definitely noticed your body language. Your body relaxed once you felt his familiar embrace around you. 

“Babe?” The mystery guy from early asked glancing between the two. It was obvious that many people in Cincinatti knew who Joe was, the guy in front of you especially. “You should be aware that your girlfriend lead me on earlier.” He told Joe causing you to tense. 

Joe’s grip around you tightened, probably not liking the chance of you going home with you before he got there. “Well, I’m sure whatever she was doing earlier was just for fun. No strings attached just innocent fun.” Joe muttered making sure to get his point across. 

“Whatever.” The guy mumbled before eyeing you one more time before stepping around the two of you and leaving the hallway. 

You let out a sigh of relief once he was officially out of hearing range, “Thank you.” you mumbled pulling yourself out of his arms. It didn’t take long for you to miss the feeling of him around you, it felt like home. It felt safe. 

Joe shook his head, “Don’t thank me.” He replied noticing how you were calming down now that you were alone. “Was that the guy you were with when I got here?” 

Even though Joe asked, you felt as if he already knew the answer. You just weren’t sure if it was from his comment or if he actually caught you. “How did you… Jamarr and Tee.” You sighed knowing that they told Joe about seeing you with him. 

Joe shook his head, “I actually noticed you first.” He denied your allegations. “I made a comment about the guy you were with which is what made the guys notice you.” He shrugged acting like his comment meant nothing. 

If you were honest, you felt giddy knowing that Joe was looking at you first before you even noticed him. 

why'd you have to come back in right then right when I was just getting good and gone? guess I was in the wrong place at the wrong time you must've heard I was moving on then right out of the blue a quarter past two, I'm all about you when I was just about, just about over you. I was just about over you.

You knew that you were going to regret this. It was the biggest mistake and was what your best friend was trying to get you over. The only thing was that you could not argue with how right it felt to be sitting in the passenger seat of Joe’s vehicle. You had accepted a ride home instead of ordering an Uber late, and it didn’t help that the mystery guy from the bar was lounging around almost like he was waiting to see if you were with Joe for real. After feeling uneasy noticing the guy looking at you while you went and visited with your old friends for a moment, Joe secretly proposed for you to stay with him for the night. Just to ensure that you were safe until daylight. Being unsure of the bar and going home alone, you agreed. 

How did you get yourself in this situation though? You promised yourself that this would be the night that you got over Joe, however you felt as if all your progress was thrown out the window. You truly loved Joe and a part of you always would. He was the first person that you truly loved, which is why you knew apart of you would always belong to Joe. You were moving on the best you could, and you were sure that you could have gotten over him. Maybe there was a reason why it wasn’t tonight? Maybe it was protection from someone or something, but all you knew was that sitting in his car made it real that you would in no way be over him. 

“Do you need anything?” He asked more than likely referring to medicine or water due to the alcohol consumption tonight. You shook your head feeling more sober than ever. The house was so familiar, and a warm feeling came over you being back in his home. “I’ll get you a change of clothes before we head to bed.” He mentioned shooting you a small smile before walking towards his room. The room you used to basically live in when you were together.

Without waiting for him to call you, you carefully made your way into his bedroom seeing him lay out the clothes on the bed. “Can I shower before we head to bed?” You asked softly hoping you wouldn’t scare him. 

Joe nodded, “You don’t have to ask.” He mumbled picking up the clothes he sat on the bed and handed them to you. 

You silently thanked him before heading to his private bathroom and locking the door behind you. You knew where he kept his towels and everything so there was no need to make him get everything ready for you. You let the water run for a moment to get warm before stripping your clothes and getting into the shower. You sighed feeling the heat soothing your tense muscles due to the stress you were under tonight. You were trying to rack your brain over every event that happened tonight before noticing the array of products in Joe’s shower caddy. 

Everything you used sat untouched in the corner. Your shampoo, conditioner, exfoliating scrub, shaving items, body wash, and skincare. Everything that you had left here was sitting there looking untouched due to how little you had used them. You had just restocked before you two broke up, meaning that you never wanted to face him to get those items back. You just went out and bought new ones because it was easier… emotionally. 

Instead of crying due to your relationship being over, you pushed it out of your mind and finished showering. You knew how Joe was, and he wouldn’t go to bed until you got out of the shower. Once doing your skincare and haircare, you got out and dried off and got dressed. You gave yourself a once over in the mirror, noticing that Joe gave you his favorite shirt of his and a pair of bengals shorts that he had gotten you. You remember him saying, “If you’re going to be my girl, we might as well give you some gear.” You smiled at the memory before cleaning up the bathroom and heading out to Joe’s room. 

You’d be lying if you said that seeing him lying on his bed in only shorts was a turn off. He was definitely the best-looking guy you have ever seen in your life, there was no doubt about it. The sound of your footsteps caused Joe to lock his phone and turn his attention towards you. 

“Do you need anything before I head to the guest room?” He asked softly getting out of his bed. He waited to see if you needed anything because he knew that you usually had to rack your brain over your nighttime routine.

“You don’t have to go to your guest bed. I’m not taking your bed.” You refused even if you secretly wanted his bed. What could you say? It was so comfortable to the point to where you wanted it in your apartment. “I can sleep in the guest room.” You knew he would deny but it was worth a shot. 

Joe refused, “You know I never let you sleep in the guest room.” He reminded even though she knew. She had practically moved in with him so when they argued, Joe would start the nights in the guest bed and weasel his way back into his bed with you. That’s just how the two of them were in their relationship.  

Instead of playing the back-and-forth game you sat down on the bed and gestured for him to join you. “Can I ask what the real reason is that you are doing this?” You asked softly as you felt the bed dip with his weight, only he was sitting in front of you. “You don’t owe me anything, Joe.” You assured so he didn’t feel as though he owed a debt to you.

“I know.” He replied, “actually I do owe you an apology. I’m sorry about that night, I was stressed about the game, and I took it out on you.” He apologized. 

You gave him a small smile in return, “I think we both said some things that we regret that night.” You whispered worried that everything would come crashing down. 

“I love you, Y/N.” Joe admitted softly his hand coming up to your neck. “I’ll never stop no matter what happens.” He added in a whisper to not spook you too much. 

You bet your lip trying to keep from tearing up at his words. For the last three months you had been wanting to hear those words come out of his mouth, yet it was surreal to actually hear them. 

“I was trying so hard to get over you.” You whispered out, a crack in your voice that did not go unnoticed by Joe. “I still love you so much and it kills me every day.” You added full of emotion due to staring into the blue eyes that you loved so much. 

Staring into Joe’s eyes, you felt the walls that you had built the last three months come falling down. You promised yourself that you would get over him and never fall back into his arms, yet you weren’t going to stop. You knew that even if you two never got back together officially that you would always be safe and have a home around Joe. Your heart would always be his no matter what. 

Instead of overthinking and thinking of the worse possible outcomes, you decided to finally do what your heart and body have been craving. In one quick motion, you had your hands on the back of his neck and pushed your lips on his. It didn’t take him but a second to start kissing you back because it was clear that he had missed you all the same. 

You sighed in content at the kiss, causing Joe to apply a bit of pressure to where his hand was resting on your neck. You could feel the want for him building up, wanting the two of you to make up for lost time. You were unsure of how far you would go but being in his arms, at least for one more night was something that you were okay with. 

It was safe to say that you two did in fact make up for the lost time that was three months. You had texted your best friend telling her that you took her advice about going home with a “nice” guy from the club and that he was full of “green flags”. She was beyond excited wanting to know the details, which you would give her without letting her know that it was indeed your ex. 

Joe woke up the next morning thinking everything would go back to normal. You two had talked a bit, had makeup sex, and even cuddled to sleep. He woke up to an opposing reality, which made him question if you were ever really there. You had left early, not knowing what it meant for you two. Not wanting to have another intimate conversation, you ran saving it for another day. 

Joe’s clothes laying on the end of the bed told him that it wasn’t a dream. You were in fact with him last night and he wasn’t just lost in a drunken dream. Joe knew after last night; he would not be letting you go as easy as he did before. No matter how upset and angry he was, he was going to find you and make you his again. He was sure of it. 

[orwocolor]

let me show you how beautiful you are

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 12.9k

Warnings: Smut, Language, Body Image Issues (18+ ONLY)

Summary: You were really looking forward to tonight although you still couldn’t quite wrap your head around the fact that you and Eddie Munson were supposed to go to the prom. Together! But when you realise your dress no longer fits and you break down in tears, he’s there to comfort you in every way he can.

Author’s Note: The long-awaited hurt/comfort smut fic is finally here! I hope you’ll like it :)

the gif is mine

A ringing of a doorbell jars you from your thoughts and your eyes dart to the clock hanging above the fridge.

Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit.

You rush to the door and start talking even before the tips of your fingers make contact with the handle.

“Shit, Eddie I’m so sorry, just give me five minutes and I’m ready to g–” You swing open the door and cut yourself short, absolutely stunned by the man that’s standing in front of you.

When you asked Eddie to go to the senior prom with you, you weren’t entirely serious. Yes, the thought of you two dancing under a disco ball, spiking the punch with something stronger and making out on the bleachers had made your stomach flutter and your heart skip a beat on several occasions, but it was an image that seemed to take up residence in your fantasies rather than to become a reality. So, when he accepted your offer in an instant, you were genuinely surprised and didn’t quite believe it. Nevertheless, the shock you felt when he said ‘yes’ could hardly be matched by your current astonishment.

Standing in the doorway, frozen to the spot and without uttering a single word, you can’t help but stare. Your mouth slightly agape, your eyes roam his form as you take him all in, absolutely stunned by the transformation.

For tonight, Eddie has abandoned his favourite ripped jeans, the Hellfire Club t-shirt and other band tees, the leather jacket and the denim vest. Instead, the man standing at your doorstep is wearing a pair of black formal trousers, a clean white shirt with several buttons at the top undone, and a red suit jacket. The latter strikes you as slightly oversized and it crosses your mind that he must have probably borrowed it. To compensate for the incongruity, he’s rolled up the sleeves, revealing his beautiful tattoos in the process.

Although the attire itself is very formal, it is the details like these that still make him look so much like your most beloved Eddie. The mop of his curls is as unruly as always, he has an old pair of white sneakers on his feet and the usual rings adorn his fingers; he’s even added a metal skull pin to one of the lapels of his jacket to complement the look.

“Wow,” is the only thing you manage to finally stammer out and you snap your jaw shut, realising how dumbfounded you must look.

“Thanks,” he answers sheepishly and rubs the back of his neck, suddenly shifting uneasily under the pressure of your gaze.

Realising your indiscretion, you avert your eyes and cast them down as a flush of warmth creeps up your face, matching the pink blush that graces his cheeks. Once you’ve redirected your attention to your feet, Eddie clears his throat and gives you an amused look when he leans over to catch your gaze.      

“You know,” he starts and a smile tugs at your lips as his voice finds the distinctive strength again, resonating on the front porch of your home, “you look pretty amazing yourself, really! Have you looked at yourself in the mirror recently? Absolutely mind-blowing!” He brings his hands to his head and makes an explosion gesture with his fingers, shooting you a grin, “But! I’m not entirely sure Principal Higgins will let us in tonight, considering this,” he points to your bathrobe and slippers, “probably doesn’t quite fit the dress code.”  

“Oh, shit! Right! I’m so sorry, Eddie! I have no idea what happened, I completely lost track of time. But I’ll be ready in five, come in!”

Not waiting for him to catch up, you race up the stairs, skipping every other step, and Eddie crosses the threshold, carefully closing the door behind him. For a short while, he hangs at the entrance, unsure whether he should follow or stay, but you’ve left the bedroom door open and it seems like a good enough invitation. Who was he kidding; he would lie if he said he wasn’t curious to see what secrets your bedroom has been hiding this whole time. When he reaches the landing, he looks around first to make sure your parents are not home. Once he's satisfied to note that they’re nowhere in sight, he clasps his hands behind his back and glances through your bedroom door.

The view he’s met with puts a big smile on his face.

At first sight, the bedroom looks like any other senior high school student’s room. The striped wallpaper is barely visible from underneath a bunch of posters, there are piles of textbooks and papers on your desk and every surface is covered in various knick-knacks with several plushies scattered around the room. He carefully scans the surroundings, and his smile widens. He spots your favourite book on the bedside table, the paperback cover bruised and tattered from being read so many times. He knows that if he opened it on a random page, he would find comments in your handwriting scribbled in the margins. There are also headphones and several cassettes lying on your bedspread, and he itches to see what you’ve been listening to lately. His gaze drops to the floor and lands on your backpack from which several colourful sticky notes are poking out. When you first met in English class and you took a seat right next to him, he was making fun of you because of them. Truth be told, it wasn’t the best conversation starter but it helped to break the ice, so it wasn’t the worst either. And if he were honest, he soon found them rather adorable and asked you for some on several occasions.

He smiles and shakes his head at the memory but it’s when he squints his eyes and inches closer to your desk that his face starts practically beaming as he recognises the things pinned up to a corkboard. There’s a dark red paper rose that he won for you at a spring fair, movie tickets from your dates, and a flyer for a gig that Corroded Coffin played and he’s sure it’s for the very first concert that you attended.

His expression softens when he notices several photographs. There are a few with only him in them, one of him blowing a raspberry at you when he noticed you taking his photo, one of him playing his guitar in the living room of the Munson’s trailer, and one that takes him a moment to place. Based on the colourful lights, you must have taken it during one of the D&D sessions when he was so immersed in the role of the dungeon master that he didn’t notice you sneakily snapping it.

But there are more pictures. In those you’re there with him, both of you grinning from ear to ear, your cheeks pressed together. The photographs are blurry and have most likely very little artistic value and yet, they’re the most beautiful pictures that he has ever seen.

Eddie wants to tell you so and spins around, just for his eyes to land on you scrabbling in your wardrobe and forcing a mass of clothes to be pushed away so that you can grab a white garment bag from the very back, and he chuckles.

The sound startles you slightly and you speed up in your efforts.

“Five minutes max, I promise! I’m basically ready but I was worried I would spill something on the dress so I didn’t want to put it on right away, but then I got distracted by that assignment we’re handing in on Monday and then it was too late and–” you keep on rambling, your voice accompanied by hangers scraping against the closet rod, “–yeah so that’s how I ended up just in my bathrobe, sorry.” You finally free the prom dress from your wardrobe and turn around to catch Eddie propped up on your desk, his fingers dancing around the edge of the flat surface and an amused look painted over his face.

“No need to apologise, darling,” he grins and tilts his head.

“Although,” you start again, “come to think of it, wouldn’t an attire that’s against the convention be something for Eddie Munson to appreciate? You know, being a non-conformist and all?” You throw him a wink and dive back into the closet to fish for your shoes.

“Oh honey, I do appreciate that. Very much so,” he stresses out and wets his lips at the sight of you bending down into the closet in only your bathrobe. “But when things matter, the trick is to know where the line is and then hang at the very edge. It’s like playing with fire but not actually burning yourself, you know?”

“Yeah, I know,” you say and give him an earnest smile, your heart skipping a beat at the notion that Eddie considers tonight important as well.

After a few moments of rummaging, you announce victoriously, “Got them!” and emerge from the closet. “Like I said, five minutes max!” you promise again as you throw the garment bag over your arm and clutch the shoes to your chest. When you pass Eddie on your way to the bathroom where you intend to change, you stroke his arm gently, no longer able to resist at least a brief moment of contact.

Grasping your wrist, Eddie stops you in your tracks and pulls you closer, his eyes raking all over you and settling on your mouth. He presses your body to his side and places a soft kiss on your lips. It seems like the necessity to hold and touch each other is rather contagious, but you’re certainly not complaining as the familiar taste of his lips enthrals your senses.

With a smile, he murmurs, “Hi, by the way,” into the air where your breaths mingle, and you huff out a laugh, rolling your eyes with amusement.

“Hello,” you greet him as well, your grin not faltering even when your mouths meet again. “Five minutes,” you whisper when you eventually break apart, and you scurry off to the bathroom.

A gentle smile is playing on your lips when you enter the bathroom and it remains there until you open the garment bag, shed your bathrobe, which leaves you clothed in only your bra and knickers, and step into the dark blue satin of your prom dress.

You start tugging the fabric up the length of your body and at that moment, the smile freezes on your face in a fearful grimace and a cold sweat breaks out on your skin.

No, no, no, no, come on, no, no, not now.

Your pulse quickens and you feel panic rising in your core, your chest heaving rapidly.

Please no, not today.

You close your eyes and take a deep breath, willing your racing heart to slow down, and after a few moments, you find the courage to continue in your efforts, your jaw clenched and palms clammy as the dress starts precariously stretching in its seams.

Despite your trembling fingers, you manage to force the fabric past your hips and up to your waist, but the momentary relief that washes over you is short-lived. It is the point when you slide your arms into the balloon sleeves, pull the bodice up your torso and see how pointless everything was as there is no chance of you zippering up the dress, that extinguishes the very last glimmer of hope. Instead, you feel yourself spiralling down to the bottom of a hostile pit of darkness that poisons your heart.

As your shoulders slump under the weight of the realisation, the sleeves of the dress fall to your elbows and a ragged breath leaves your throat.

You catch a glimpse of your reflection in the mirror, and it triggers feelings that you thought were buried deep inside you. Tears start welling in your eyes as in the harsh light of the late afternoon sun that pours through soft sheer curtains you’re compelled to face the image in front of you. Every curve and every bump is on display, emphasised by the tight dress.  

No longer able to stand the sight, you avert your eyes, losing the last shreds of strength. You sink to your knees, the sea of dark blue satin pooling around your shaking body as you choke out a desperate, hitched sob.

Eddie has been carefully inspecting the cassette boxes that he spotted earlier on your bed when he hears the sound. His forehead wrinkles in confusion and his head turns in the direction of the noise, but no matter how much he pricks up his ears, the hallway offers only silence in return. Hesitantly, he shifts his focus back to the cassettes in his hands only for them to slip from his grasp onto the bed the moment he gets startled when the echo of the sound returns.  

“Shit,” he swears under his breath and a pang of worry starts to gnaw on his insides as he leaves your room and ventures down the hall towards the bathroom from which the sounds are coming.

He calls out your name and knocks on the door, but you’re too lost in your whirling thoughts that do nothing but torture.

The bathroom door opens a crack and Eddie sucks in an alarmed breath as his eyes find you on the floor.

“Fuck, are you hurt? What’s wrong?” He’s at your side in an instant, cradling your cheeks in his palms and the fear in his eyes causes another wave of guilt to wash over you, setting off a new fit of cries.

“I…I–I can’t put on the dress,” you croak out eventually and another sob escapes your mouth.

“Do you need me to help you? I can–”

“No,” you cut him off and burrow your face into his chest, soaking his shirt with tears as you search for a smidge of courage to admit the truth. His palm finds the bare skin of your back and he rubs it gently to soothe your inner turmoil, even though he’s clueless as to the cause of it.

“Hey, hey, hey, it’s okay. I’ve got you, I’ve got you,” he says, the reassuring tone of his voice tinged with slight panic.

Not entirely sure what else to say, Eddie wraps his arms around you in a warm embrace. He rocks with you from side to side and softly hums a tune you can’t quite place. You think of how exposed and vulnerable you feel, how you’re letting him see the side of you that up until this moment remained concealed. And yet, no matter how hard it is to navigate through the vortex of your overpowering emotions that make your head throb and your eyes burn with tears, you recognise the feelings of safety and finding home as Eddie holds you close.

But the comfort those feelings bring is not enough to stifle the despair rooted deep in your stomach and a shiver runs down your spine.

“What’s going on? Tell me,” he whispers into your hair as his hand squeezes your shoulder and he draws you near. He waits patiently for you to take several deep breaths and calm down, his scent and the tender touch providing the very much needed tether to help you regain bits of your composure.

“I can’t put on the dress,” you slowly repeat your words between hiccups, each syllable sticking to your tongue, making it difficult to speak, “I must have gained weight and the dress is too small. No, wait,” you chuckle darkly through your tears and shake your head, “the dress is fine, it’s just me who’s too…”

You can’t finish the sentence and your voice breaks. Several words rush through your brain, terrible, vicious, painful words that you’re too scared to say out loud, certain that once you breathe life into them, they’ll become real and will haunt you forever.

He raises his eyebrows and gives you a puzzled look until the meaning behind your words finally dawns on him.

“What are you talking about?” Eddie stares at you, his bafflement turned into utter disbelief. “You’re the most beautiful and the most incredible girl I know!”

But you’re neither able to meet the intensity of his eyes nor able to take his words seriously. Instead, while tears run freely down your cheeks, your fingertips ghost over the tattooed bats on his forearm and you watch with blurry eyes how the ink disappears under your touch.

“The dress begs to differ,” you mumble weakly and Eddie scoffs.

“Screw the dress! It’s just a piece of fabric, it’s nothing! And if it made my girl feel like this, I’m voting for burning it.”

You give him a small smile, but it doesn’t quite reach your eyes, and he drags his hand down his face in frustration.

“Look, what I’m trying to say is that I love you, all of you. I love the way you squint your nose when the sun shines in your eyes, I love the way you bounce on your feet when you get excited about something, and I love the way your face lights up when you get an A on a test you worked so hard for. You can’t see yourself in those moments, but you need to trust me when I say you’re the most stunning woman in the whole wide world.”

Listening with a bated breath, you feel your heart pound hard against your chest. When you look up through your eyelashes, his expression turns soft as his eyes meet yours.

“C’mon, it’s impossible not to fall for you. You’re pretty awesome, don’t you know? You’re smart, kind, caring, especially when it comes to outsiders like me,” he points at himself with his thumb and shoots you a cheeky grin before his forehead contorts, “actually, forget the last one, you must be a freak if you care about me,” he adds with feigned disdain, the sparkle in his eyes giving away the joke, and it earns him a chuckle from you.

You nudge his chest with your shoulder but don’t pull away, not being able to resist such close proximity. With you leaning against him, his arms circle your torso in another warm hug and he pulls you into his lap.

“You’re pretty awesome, too,” you whisper into his chest, your voice hoarse along the edges from crying so much earlier.

You can’t see Eddie’s pleased smile or blushing cheeks, but you can feel his nose nuzzling into your hair.

“Thank you,” you add after a few moments and crane your neck to catch his lips in a soft, tender kiss.

The brush of his lips is so sweet and gentle that when you open your eyes and see the adoring look on his face, an enormous wave of guilt crushes against you.

He looks like he would do anything for you, and here you are, a total mess that can do nothing better but pity herself. Tonight was supposed to be special, you had so many plans and were so excited, but no, you had to have a little mental breakdown and fuck it all up. Just because you couldn’t put on that stupid dress.

The dress…

Your fingers splay over the skirt that covers your thighs only to curl into a fist, crumpling the delicate fabric.

With every second that ticks by, you’re growing more and more frustrated with yourself and your stupid feelings, and it doesn’t take you too long to feel overwhelmed by the swirling thoughts that do not waste any time to rear their ugly head again.

Clearing your throat, you slowly withdraw and the way Eddie’s face darkens makes you wince.

“Sorry for ruining tonight,” you apologise, your voice sounding like it doesn’t belong to you and you place your hand on his mouth when he opens it in protest, “I don’t think I have any other dress that would be suitable for a prom, and honestly? I kinda wanna stay home. I… I don’t feel like going out or something,” you admit and the gaze of his beautiful deep brown eyes refuses to leave your face.

Eddie studies you intently as a deep line forms between his eyebrows. It’s probably the first time in your relationship that he senses a vast distance between you, no matter how close your bodies are next to each other. It’s an odd feeling, one that makes his stomach tighten and his heart break. And yet, it seems that even when you shut yourself off like this, your subconsciousness seeks his proximity and he wonders whether you even realise that your fingers are toying with his chain bracelet, the gesture appearing absentminded. He aches to touch you, to cup your face, or to thumb at your cheeks, but he remains still, hesitant to move an inch and tear his gaze from you. Instead, he searches your face for any sign that would tell him what to do to make you smile, to cross the gap and find you again.

Suddenly, the coldness of the bathroom tiles on which you sit gets to your bones and you feel even more naked than a few minutes ago. You avert your eyes and free yourself from Eddie’s embrace. He watches you carefully as you pull away from him and hug your legs in a faint attempt to hide your skin in the layers of the dark blue satin. Once you lose the warmth of his body pressed to yours, the tell-tale signs of migraine begin to pulse in your temples.

He moves forward to say something but you raise your hand in a pleading gesture to once again silence his objections.

“But please,” you continue when you find the strength in your voice, “if you want to go, I mean, I guess not to the prom but elsewhere, maybe you could do something fun with guys from Hellfire or something… just go, please,” you know you’re rambling but you can’t stop the flow of sentences from flying out of your mouth, “don’t worry about me, I’ll be fine, I promise. I don’t want you to have a crappy evening just because of my big fat–”

“Jesus Christ, stop it! Seriously!” Eddie cuts you off and lets out an angry groan. “God, can’t you see that you didn’t ruin anything? I don’t care about the prom or going out with the guys, I just wanted to be with you.”

Your eyes turning misty, you swallow down a sob and worry your lower lip between your teeth.

Huffing out a defeated breath, Eddie crawls towards you and settles on the bathroom floor at your side, sitting on his heels as he carefully cups your face in his hands. It takes only a split second for you to give in and allow yourself to relish the touch of his palms on your skin. His eyes search your face and drop to your mouth, his thumb gently swiping across your bottom lip, stroking the imprint that your teeth have left there.

“I know it’s probably gonna sound crazy, but I feel like the luckiest guy in the world when I’m with you,” he says softly. “So what if we’re sat on the floor in your bathroom and not at the prom? Who gives a shit about that? Because I don’t care where we are as long as we’re together. And…” he pauses for a few seconds before he adds, his voice quavering, “I thought you felt the same way.”

“Of course, I do! God, Eddie, I do feel the same way,” you hurry to reply and press your hand to his chest to reassure him of your words.

With several buttons undone, Eddie’s white shirt allows your palm to touch his skin and the warmth that seeps into your fingertips drives away the coldness and brings the needed peace. At that moment, you wonder whether your own touch has a similar soothing effect as he closes his eyes and breathes out a slow and easy breath of contentment.

He leans closer to rest his forehead against yours and you let out a sigh of relief. You sit like that for a few moments, neither of you willing to move. Eventually releasing his hold on your face, he covers your hand instead and weaves his fingers with yours, his grip firm enough for you to know he will never let go. You feel his heart beating under the press of your palm and you know that it beats for you.

Just like your heart beats for him.

“I just hate to see you in so much pain, but I don’t know how to fix this,” he admits quietly after a while.

“I… I think I need to fix it myself,” you say and find the truth behind your words surprisingly comforting. “But it’s hard. Sometimes when I look at myself in the mirror, I can’t see anything but the parts I’ve grown to hate, the extra weight that I can’t get rid of, and I just feel… so utterly lost,” you breathe out and a single tear trickles down your face.

Eddie brushes a loose strand of your hair, tucks it behind your ear and bends down as his lips catch the teardrop on your cheek, his fingers tracing your jaw.

“I want to help. How can I make you understand that you’re beautiful both inside and out?” Eddie asks and the urgency you note in his voice makes your breath hitch in your throat.

You remain quiet, not entirely sure what to say and he drops his hands to his lap.

“If only you could see what I see,” he sighs, hanging his head low.

It takes several moments for either of you to move, but at last, it is him who breaks the silence. Hesitantly, he reaches out and carefully grasps your fingers, his thumb drawing small circles across the back of your hand.

“I want to… Can I show you?” His voice trembles, which makes you look up and meet his expectant gaze. Chest heaving, he takes a deep breath and wets his lips before he continues. “Please, let me show you how beautiful you are.”

The whirl of your thoughts makes it difficult to concentrate. You glance down at your intertwined fingers and will your mind to calm down.

“I know we haven’t…” he trails off, the end of the sentence and the question those words imply hanging in the air that turns thick and heavy with anticipation of things yet to be explored. Feeling the heat rising to your cheeks, you lift your eyes to his, squeeze his hand and slowly nod.

“I want it too.”

Bringing your hand to his lips, he places small kisses on your knuckles and a ragged breath leaves your throat. The gesture is so soft and intimate; you can’t help but cup his cheek, hopeful that all the love and gratitude you feel for the man in front of you gets across by the gentle touch of your palm as you struggle to find the words that would convey the sentiment.

But it seems no words are necessary as you watch him close his eyes in bliss, lean into your fingers and kiss the delicate skin of your inner wrist in answer to your unspoken confession. Slowly, his lips start to travel up your arm, to your shoulder, and when they reach the column of your neck, you gasp. His mouth relentless on your skin, you wrap your arms around him and hold him close, breathing rapidly. It’s only a matter of time before your mouths collide in a passionate kiss, his fingers tangled in your hair as the air fills with sounds of soft whimpers and tongues sliding against each other.

“Maybe we should move this to the bedroom,” Eddie croaks out and you just nod vigorously, not trusting your own voice.

Leaping to his feet, he holds out his hands and you gladly accept. As you stand up, you step on the hem of your dress by accident and almost lose your balance, but luckily, Eddie catches you and his palms settle on your waist in a firm grasp, keeping you upright.

“The dress. I–” You suddenly remember the ordeal of forcing the dress up to your waist and a momentary surge of panic rises in your stomach.

“It’s okay, I’ve got you,” Eddie replies, and for the first time, you finally, completely believe him. Tugging gently at the fabric of the bodice, he assists you in sliding your arms out of the sleeves. Once your arms are free, he gets down on his knees and carefully hooks his fingers underneath the waistband of the dress skirt, working it down your body.

When you move to make yourself useful and aid him with the undressing, he gently swats your hands away and there’s nothing else left for your fingers to do but to comb through his hair and rest at the scruff of his neck as you throw your head back, a small smile playing on your lips because with every new part of your skin exposed he runs his lips against it and plants small kisses along the hem of your knickers, leaving a trail of goosebumps and sending little jolts of pleasure to your core.

You’re so lost in the sensations dancing all over your body that it takes you a moment to register the dress finally sliding down and pooling at your feet as you stand in the middle of the bathroom in only your underwear. Offering his hand, Eddie helps you step out of the dress and stands up, his fingers laced through yours.

Without uttering a single word, he leads you back to your bedroom, the palm of his free hand finding the small of your back. He’s closed the door shut with a gentle thud before he pulls you towards your bed and you sit down together at the edge.  

His fingers are restless in your palm and you feel a similar quivering in your nerve ends, both of you suddenly unsure of what to do. Your stomach churns and he swallows down hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing. The movement catches your attention and your gaze drifts to his clothes.

“Someone’s awfully overdressed,” you break the awkward silence that has settled over you in an attempt to lighten the atmosphere, and wave at his formal attire, giving him an amused smile. He glances down as if to confirm your words and your smile turns into a chuckle.

“Right, and we don’t want that, do we?” he grins and you fight the urge to trace your fingers along the wrinkles that have formed around his eyes.

Eddie can’t quite wrap his head around the fact that this is really happening. He was imagining this moment, yes, dreaming about it even, but all the fantasies could not prepare him for the reality of it all. It’s taken him aback that he’s more nervous than he anticipated. His heart is pounding fast against his chest and his palms have grown clammy as he keeps nervously tugging at his fingers.

The bedspring squeaks a bit when he gets to his feet and grips the lapels of his jacket, removing the red material from his shoulders as he toes off his shoes and socks. With unsteady fingers, he makes sure to unbutton his shirt some more, even though not completely, before he grabs the back of the collar and pulls the shirt over his head, all his tattoos on display. Staggered breathing and the rustle of fabric are the only noises that fill your bedroom until the distinctive sound of his belt unbuckling and the zipper opening pierces through the space between you.

It makes his stomach tighten.

You busy yourself with brushing invisible threads off the bedspread, your fingers skimming over the soft material, but you can’t help stealing sideway glances as Eddie strips to his underwear.

Maybe you should stand up and help him undress, let your hands roam freely over his body just the way you’ve desired on so many occasions. But you can’t bring yourself to do that as you sit there, dragging your teeth over your lower lip as your fingers keep fidgeting, too anxious to move, especially when you catch a glimpse of his happy trail.

“It would look hotter if there was some music playing or shit,” Eddie jokes to mask his nervousness and flashes you a grin, shaking you from your turbulent thoughts, and you huff out a laugh.

“Such a tease,” you click your tongue with a smile. “Don’t try your luck, Munson. Both my stereo and my camera are right there on my desk, and you can bet I would use the opportunity to snap a few pictures,” you warn only half-jokingly. “I’m sure your friends would love to see this new side of their dungeon master,” you add and wink at him.

“Oh you wouldn’t do that, you love me,” he retorts and squints his eyes in happiness.

“I do,” you answer honestly and bite your lips to prevent another smile from breaking across your face.

Tossing his trousers to the pile of his clothes, he joins you on the bed, tucking one leg under him, and motions to your hair. “One of the hairpins, it… Just let me…” Your eyes follow the movement of his hand, and he carefully pulls out the piece of light metal that’s loosened and barely hung from a single hair at the side of your face. He must have tousled up your hairdo earlier when you kissed in the bathroom.

“I should probably take them all out, there’s not that many,” you suggest and start threading through your hair, searching with your fingertips for the remaining hairpins.

“I can do it for you,” Eddie offers and you gladly turn your back to him. He works in silence, gently removing all the pins from your hair until he’s finished and stretches out his arm around you to drop them on your bedside table. You shift to face him but the pressure of his palm between your shoulder blades makes you halt in your tracks.

Moving your hair aside, he places a gentle kiss on your shoulder, and a ragged breath leaves your lips. Soon, his mouth latches on the delicate skin of your neck and collarbone, and you throw your head back, his chest pressed against your back preventing you from falling backwards.

This, the feeling of his lips, this, you know. This is something familiar and you slowly begin to relax in his arms, the memory of his hot breath on your bare throat and the bruised skin from his ministrations when you once skipped school and hid under the bleachers playing in the back of your mind.

“Eddie,” you whisper his name and he repeats yours like a prayer against your skin.

“Jesus Christ, you’re so beautiful,” he suddenly breathes out, his hand gliding upwards to cup the side of your face, the tip of his thumb stroking along your cheekbone.

You twist your neck to catch his gaze and rub your nose against his cheek.

“So beautiful,” he echoes and his other hand snakes around your waist to roam over your stomach.

Every now and then, his fingers bump into a cute little bow on your knickers and even though they never venture farther down, the tingling sensation they send to your core is enough for you to feel the first signs of wetness between your legs.

“You remind me of a guitar,” he suddenly muses matter-of-factly as his palms caress the line of your hips and you quirk an eyebrow at him, taken aback by the unexpected comparison.

“Really?” you manage to ask despite the lump in your throat.

“Uh-huh,” he hums and sweeps the back of his fingers across your stomach as if strumming the instrument. The touch is so light and gentle like butterfly wings fluttering and you’re sure it would make you giggle if you weren’t so damn aroused. Instead, a fresh wave of juices floods your core.

You’re so caught up in the feeling of his hands on your skin that it takes you a few seconds to register him whispering into your ear.

“You have this very cute birthmark, here,” Eddie comments as his fingers dance at a dark spot of your skin near your hip and the puff of his hot breath on your ear tickles. You squirm slightly, but he doesn’t give you a chance to recover before he draws your earlobe between his lips, sucking and nibbling on it with determination as his palms relentlessly explore your body. Pushing your hand through his hair, your fingers lace into his curls and he moans around your skin. When he gives the delicate flesh a gentle bite, you grasp a handful of his hair and eagerly tug at his locks, desperate for more.

Releasing the earlobe from his mouth with a soft smack of his lips, Eddie pauses and takes a deep breath, oblivious to your silent pleas. With measured movements, he untangles your fingers from his hair and grabs your hand that had somehow found its way to his thigh. At first, your brows furrow in confusion, your hazy thoughts growing more and more unsure of where this is going, scared that he’s changed his mind. But your worries dissipate just as quickly as they appeared when he brings your hands to your bra-covered breasts.

“Can you feel it? Can you feel how wonderful your body is under my touch?” Guiding your palms, he weaves his fingers through yours and squeezes your breasts, eliciting a soft moan from your mouth.

The bra proves to have very little purpose as you feel your nipples turning hard and tender through the material, and you release a soft whine every time Eddie’s thumbs brush over them.

You arch your back and relish the sensation until his hands drift away and you gasp at the loss of the touch.

“May I?” he asks instead, and you note the audible gulp in his throat as his fingers wander across your back and along the hem of your bra. You had not taken things this far before and a shiver runs down your spine.

“Yes, please,” you reply, glad that your voice sounds more confident than you feel at this moment.

He fumbles with the fastening for only a short time before sliding the straps from your shoulders. Once the bra gets thrown on the floor, his warm palms, without hesitation, make their way back to your breasts, cupping and squeezing. When his deft fingers shift to pinch your nipples, you can’t stop the need to roll your hips, grinding against him, and you feel a thrill of pure joy as his cock responds to the pressure, thin layers of your knickers and his boxers the only obstacle between your bodies. You repeat the motion on purpose, rubbing yourself against his lap and the now-familiar twitch that greets you in return conjures up a wide grin on your face.

“You little minx,” he hides his smirk into your hair and grabs your hands again, placing them back on your breasts.

Your chest starts heaving rapidly as he fondles the sensitive flesh, his fingers never stopping in their movements while he watches over your shoulder, his cheek pressed to yours until you both breathe heavily in tandem.

“So, fucking, hot,” he grunts into your ear and his grip over your hands tightens with every word.

Shifting the direction of his strokes, he leads your interlocked hands to the curve of your stomach, your hips and your arse, and you’re certain the damp patch on your knickers is growing larger by the second. You cannot resist the urge to rub your thighs together and it’s his turn to push his groin against the small of your back, finding momentary relief.

“Remember two weeks ago, when I got a detention?” Eddie asks, his question clearly rhetoric, as he does not wait for your reply. “I didn’t know the answer to Mr Kaminsky’s question, hell I didn’t even know what he was asking, ‘cos I was too busy ogling your arse.”

“You weren’t,” you retort weakly and gasp when a heated stroke of your combined hands runs over a particularly sensitive part of your skin, causing tingles that start at your toes and travel up through your veins to spread into every particle of your body.

“I totally was. It was impossible not to stare when you’d worn those pretty jeans. Don’t know what he was thinking when he didn’t allow us to be in the same lab group and forced us to sit separately. Just gave me a better vantage point.”

You chuckle at that but the sound that leaves your lips comes out more like a whimper, your arousal growing stronger and stronger.

“Oh, I love this, look how pretty this is,” he exclaims after a while of silence filled only with your heavy breathing, and his fingertips wander to your sides.

Wetting your lips and blinking a few times to collect yourself, you drop your head and let your eyes trace the path of Eddie’s hands. It takes you a moment to figure out what he is talking about, but eventually you draw in a shuddering breath when you realise he’s caressing your stretchmarks.

“It looks like a lightning bolt on your skin, that’s so cool,” Eddie reflects with fascination and runs his fingers along the light lines that meander over your skin and fade around the edges. “Or maybe like tree branches,” he muses after a beat.

He can easily picture small bright leaves and blossoms growing from the twining lines and he wonders if you would allow him to paint them on your skin in watercolours. You would lie on your side in his bed, naked, your hip turning into a canvas, and he would dip his brush in bright colours and smear the vibrant shades across your skin to create a masterpiece. Come to think of it, as he holds you in his arms, your body yearning and longing, he knows you’re a work of art already.

The more he inspects the skin on your sides, the clearer the idea that is being formed in his head gets. For the last few months, he’d been contemplating various designs for his next tattoo, and the image of similar streaks in dark ink adorning his side is quick to exhilarate him as a small smile plays on his lips.

“What?” he asks when he catches you watching him intently.

“Nothing,” you offer in reply and feel a similar tug at the corners of your mouth.

Instead, you capture Eddie’s lips with yours and kiss him till you’re both breathless, muffling moans in each other’s mouths. He moves to kneel down on the floor and you willingly spread your legs for him, welcoming him in your warm embrace as you run your hands through his hair and claw at his back.

“Eddie,” you whisper and the tense edge to your voice makes him deepen the kiss, his tongue relentless in your mouth. Once you, feeling rather light-headed, tear away from him to take in great gulps of air, his lips travel down your body, over your throat and collarbones to your chest. He lays open-mouthed kisses along your sternum, leaving a wet trail in his wake. He doesn’t hesitate to use the opportunity and shifts his attention to one of your breasts, his tongue lapping across the nipple and circling it with his tongue before he wraps his lips around it. Sucking with fervour, he brings his hand to your chest and cups the other breast. When his hand starts kneading the soft flesh, you can’t help but rub your damp knickers against his stomach, the friction only causing more wetness pooling in your throbbing pussy that begs for more attention.

No longer physically able to draw out the anticipation, Eddie moves farther down, kissing across your stomach, and sits on his heels, his teeth running along the hem of your knickers as his palms caress your sides. Soon enough, he drops his hands from your hips to grip the underside of your thighs and drags you to the edge of the bed.

Leaning back, you brace yourself on your forearms and lift your hips so that Eddie can hook his fingers in the waistband of your knickers and tug them down your legs. Once he’s tossed the piece of material aside, his hands return to your body and he palms the back of your calves, his fingers moving tantalisingly up and down your skin. He kisses your inner knee only to chuckle when an embarrassingly desperate whimper escapes your mouth at the unexpected touch.

Through hooded eyes, you watch as his fingers slide higher up your legs and dig into the flesh of your thighs. He looks up and studies your face intently as his palms apply gentle, yet persistent pressure to your skin. Willingly, you slowly spread your thighs for him, not daring to breathe.

Your mouth goes dry when he drops his gaze to your pussy that aches to be touched, and his eyes darken with lust.

“Gorgeous,” he whispers and it takes you by surprise how low his voice has turned.

His tongue darting out, Eddie wets his lips and skates the nails of his left hand up your thigh until you release a soft gasp as his touch comes to a halt right at your entrance. His movements are slow and you note the slight tremble that accompanies them.

Finally, he runs his fingers through your folds, and you suck in a sharp breath because even though his hands were warm, they could hardly match with the heat of your pulsating pussy and the rings he’s always wearing amplify the sensation of the contrast. Spreading the wetness, he stares in absolute bewilderment at how you react to his touch, your walls spasming around thin air. No longer able to resist the urge, you raise your legs and dig your heels to the edge of the mattress to give you the necessary leverage, and you push your hips up in a desperate attempt to seek more pressure. His fingertips find your clit and you can’t help but grip the bedspread and ball your hands into fists.

“You’re really like a guitar, aren’t you?” he chuckles and rhythmically massages the bundle of nerves, making you see stars behind your eyes. “Just the right press of my fingers,” he applies more pressure, causing you to let out a drawn-out moan, “and you sing.”

A soft sob rips out of your throat.

“Eddie, please. More,” you beg, not bothered by how hopeless and pathetic you must sound. All you know is that you want more, that you need more. More pressure, more fingers, more everything.

Being the pleaser that he is, at least when it comes to you, he readily obliges and works his forefinger into your wet hole. Your toes curling, you gasp and throw your head back, flinching when the crown of your head hits the wall behind you. But the pain pulsing to your ears is easily forgotten as it’s suppressed by the waves of pleasure growing at a fast rate between your legs.

Carefully, Eddie adds another finger and the burning sensation of your entrance stretching to accommodate the unfamiliar width has you clenching your jaw and whimpering through gritted teeth.

It’s all so much and not enough at the same time.  

When you think you’ve got accustomed to the feel of his fingers pumping in and out of your soaked pussy, you force yourself to open your eyes, breathing heavily.

The vision in front of you – his right hand gripping your thigh tightly, his eyes trained on your cunt swallowing his fingers again and again, and his tongue stuck out in concentration – sends a shiver down your spine and settles in the pit of your stomach, causing more juices to flow freely out of you, coating Eddie’s fingers. His eyelids flutter when he breathes you in.

He catches you staring and gives you the most shameless grin that you’ve ever seen in return. Not dropping your gaze, he leans over and swipes his tongue in a broad stripe from the place where his fingers are buried deep inside you all the way to your swollen clit. You shudder and he repeats the movement, collecting your arousal on his tongue and spreading it all over your folds. He reaches your clit again and starts flicking his tongue, which makes your eyes roll back in your head as you once again start moaning uncontrollably.

He licks and sucks inexpertly, testing and exploring with his tongue, and his eyes stay fixed on your face, scanning it for every minuscule reaction. When the graze of his teeth meets the sensitive skin of your cunt and you wince, he’s quick to pull away and apologise, mumbling a soft ‘sorry’ with every gentle stroke of his tongue that readily soothes the delicate skin.

You feel your orgasm steadily approaching and your heart starts beating hard against your chest. Upping the tempo, Eddie’s solely focused on you and your pleasure and when a desperate ‘yes, please, just like that’, repeated like a mantra between gasps and moans, falls from your lips, he gladly obeys, his lips wrapping around your clit and sucking hard.

Trashing from side to side on the bed, you yelp when one of your legs slips on the duvet and you hear something fall from the bed, but Eddie’s quick to grab the ankle to drape your leg over his shoulder. This way, he buries his face deeper between your legs and you don’t hesitate to appreciate the opportunity this angle gives you as you dig your heel into his back, urging him on and eliciting a sweet grunt muffled into the crevices of your cunt.  

“I’m so close,” you manage to breathe out, your eyebrows knitted in concentration, and with a flick of his wrist and his lips firmly wrapped around your sensitive spot Eddie sends you over the edge. Your thighs buckling, you arch your back and cry out his name, the surge of warmth between your legs matching the fire that licks at your skin. Waves of pleasure rush through your veins and you shake uncontrollably, every nerve ending tingling as your juices trickle down from your pulsating cunt and he’s there to catch everything with his tongue.

After a few moments of fighting to catch your breath, you slowly open your eyes and swallow hard around thin air, suddenly aware of the parched feeling in your throat. There’s an unfamiliar pain in your fingers as you unclench them from around the crinkled bedspread and you feel pins and needles in your foot that’s stayed glued to the bed.  

Slightly trembling, you prop yourself up on your arms and look at the man between your legs.

Eddie is resting his cheek on your inner thigh, licking his fingers clean, and his face lights up when he meets your gaze. Giving your clit one last gentle suck that makes you squirm, he releases it with a smack of his lips and smirks up at you, your arousal glistening on his face. He looks so smug, and you can’t help but smile and shake your head before you rake your fingers through his hair and tip his chin up so you can bend down and give him a long, deep kiss.

You moan as the taste of your release hits your tongue and Eddie raises himself up on his knees, chasing your lips. The kiss is sloppy, lazy and urgent at the same time, and when you feel a firm bulge pressed against your thigh, you can’t help but run your hands all over his chest, your fingers splayed so that every part of his skin is paid its due attention until your hands drop down to his waist, pausing briefly to dig your nails into his sides and then sinking farther down.

Slipping your hand beneath the elastic of his boxers, you palm at his erection, experimentally sliding your hand up and down his length. Lips parted, you move your hand in determined strokes and can’t resist the amazement at the contrast under your touch; the silky, delicate skin gliding against the thick hardness of his cock.

He’s hot and heavy in your hand and when you trace the prominent veins with your fingers and you thumb at the slit to spread precum all over the head, Eddie muffles his groans into the crook of your neck.

“Stop, stop, stop,” he mumbles and takes several deep breaths through his nose as he nuzzles into you. You can’t resist the urge to give his erection one last gentle squeeze before your palms make their way back to his waist and you move your mouth to suck at the hollow of his throat. “I need you,” he whispers and leans back to eye you hungrily.

Your lips meet in a searing kiss, and without breaking the contact he nudges you to lie down on your bed. You let out a breathless shriek and tighten your arms around his shoulders, almost biting down on his lips when you feel a hard jut of plastic cassette boxes prod your back.

“Careful!” Eddie calls out and holds you upright with one of his arms so that he can slip his hand under your back to seize the few cassettes he was inspecting earlier and place them on the floor, right next to the headphones that tumbled down earlier. You start giggling, having no clue how you could fail to notice the colourful covers on your bedspread. To be fair, when Eddie’s got you in his arms, it’s quite hard to focus on anything but him.

He joins in your laughter, the lines around his eyes deepening as he gives you a cheerful grin, gently massaging your back with his warm palms before he shuffles to carefully set you down on the mattress.

Lifting himself up on all fours, he crawls over you and your hands roam his torso and arms, mapping his tattoos and sending jolts of pleasure across his skin. You push his boxers down with your heels as far as the garment will go until it gets stuck around his ankles. Unceremoniously kicking the boxers away, Eddie pins you underneath him, pressing his hard cock against your pussy and every thought that you could possibly have at this moment flies out of your head. It’s only the feeling of his stiff length sliding between your folds as he covers himself in your dripping juices that becomes the sole focus of your mind.

You open your eyes, only now realising that you must have shut them in pure ecstasy at some point, and beam up at Eddie. He’s gorgeous, hovering over you, his own gaze trained on you as his curls frame his beautiful face. You’re aware of the restless fluttering in your stomach as the significance of this moment dawns on you, but you can’t bring yourself to give it control over your absolute happiness.

Suddenly, your smile slightly drops when you realise something’s missing. You look around, searching for a condom like it would appear if only you looked hard enough.

“I don’t have–”

“I do,” he cuts you off and you glance up at him. His cheeks and ears turn dark pink as he blushes profusely. “Erm, this is kinda embarrassing.” He slowly sucks in a breath and gives you an apologetic look. “Shit. Okay, so I didn’t want to presume things or anything, really, but you know what they say about proms. And I just thought that maybe, just maybe, something might happen, one thing leads to another, and it’s better to be safe than sorry. But still. I probably shouldn’t have. But then I imagined what could theoretically happen and…”

Your heart soars, so full of pure adoration as your smile steadily grows, your eyes glinting with amusement.

“So yeah,” he shakes his head, “I just, you know, wanted to be ready, like the ‘in case of emergency, break glass’ kinda situation. Well, that’s a really shit metaphor, no wait, a simile, right? See, I pay attention when you’re tutoring me,” he adds with a grin that only widens when you snort out a laugh that threatened to burst out at any point during his speech. “Anyway!” he exclaims and chuckles a bit. “To answer your unspoken question. Yes, I do have a condom.”

There’s a slightly higher pitch notable in his voice and his fingers drum restlessly against your pillow. He's clearly just as nervous as you are, you think to yourself and smile at him gently.

“Thank you for taking it with you tonight,” you say and tilt your chin to give him a soft, lingering kiss.

You get your legs that are locked around his waist to loosen enough so that he can lean over the edge of the bed to pull out a wallet from his trousers and dig in it for a short while. You stare as the muscles in his arms flex and when you catch a glimpse of not one, but several square wrappers in his wallet, you feel a flush of warmth spreading across your cheeks, the heat matching the slow burn of lust and anticipation smouldering between your legs.

Biting your lips, you cannot tear your eyes away as Eddie opens the wrapper and rolls the condom down his length. He hisses at the slide of his hands on him, not denying himself a few measured strokes. You breathe heavily, your gaze fixed on him, and a soft whimper escapes your lips when he drags the tip of his cock along your slit.

Slowly leaning over you, he pushes himself into your tight pussy and the feeling of his throbbing length stretching your walls makes you throw your head back and moan out his name.

The hot wetness engulfs his cock and Eddie squints his eyes in pure bliss. He had yearned to make love to you for so long, but the feeling of your bodies pressed together in the most intimate and delicious way far exceeds all his expectations. You’re so warm and pliant under his touch and although he’s not sure what he has done in this or any other life to deserve someone so incredible just as you are, one thing he knows is that he never wants to let go.

He swears, his breath fanning your face, but the rush of blood in your ears drowns his words and all you can do is let out a drawn-out ‘fuck’ as you struggle to get used to the girth of his cock buried deep inside you. You hide your face in the crook of his neck, your brows contorted as you squeeze your thighs and dig your nails into his back. Your mind turns into a jumbled mess while you battle to navigate through all the feelings that curse through your veins. To restore order in them, you concentrate on the beating of his heart against your chest, grateful that he’s giving you the needed time to recover.

After a while, Eddie props himself up on his slightly shaking arms and brushes your hair from your forehead to study your face.

“Are you okay?”

Your palms slide to the back of his neck, and you feel the muscles under your touch, tense and taut with the effort to stay still like that, even though all he wants to do is snap his hips into you over and over again.

“I’m good, it’s just…” Almost too much, you want to add but take a deep breath instead. “It’s okay.”

“You sure?”

“Uh-huh.” Your chest is heaving and you make yourself meet his beautiful brown eyes that are looking down at you with great care as you give him a reassuring smile. Despite a slight shaking you can’t quite keep back, your fingers move to ghost over his jaw and protruding chin, and you let him rest his forehead against yours.

Raising your legs, you cross your ankles and dig your heels into his buttocks to encourage him to move, and the way your walls clench around him makes him bottom out, his lips meeting yours in a kiss once again.

Eddie’s thrusts are slow, deep, just like the tender swipes of his tongue in your mouth and when he shifts his weight to his forearms and grabs your hand in his, your fingers intertwining, you feel yourself getting lost in the immense pleasure.

You bring your free hand to his back to scratch your nails over it, your fingertips digging into the flesh between his shoulder blades, which sends a bolt of buzzing excitement right to his cock, making him even harder than before. With your attention spurring him on, you feel yourself being pushed towards the headboard with every roll of his hips, sliding across the soft material of your bedspread. You quickly find the rhythm that works for both of you as you lift your hips to meet his thrust with just as much fervour as he pours into his movements.

Sucking on his full bottom lip, you smile when he whispers into your mouth.

“You feel good?”

The tug at the corner of your mouth intensifies. Silly boy, concerned for you even when his kisses swallow down every tiny whimper of your excitement and your walls keep constricting around him.

“I feel…” your sentence gets interrupted by a soft moan spilling from your lips as his cock hits just the right spot, “amazing,” you answer truthfully and grin at him, your heart pounding loudly against your chest.

“Me too, baby,” Eddie beams and dives back for another passionate kiss, his hips snapping relentlessly into your fast-increasing wetness. Clenching around his cock, you hum against his lips, letting yourself be washed by waves after waves of absolute bliss and when you note the signs of a strong orgasm building up, you’re determined to chase that high, tearing your hand from Eddie’s back and pushing it down his arse cheek as you grab on the flesh to urge him to add even more force into his thrusts.

Instead, he does the exact opposite and a loud, frustrated groan is ripped from your throat as the rolls of his hips lose their vigour and slow down, your climax ebbing away.

“Sorry,” Eddie whispers although his expression lacks any kind of remorse, and you pout at him. When he catches your annoyed expression, he smiles and places a small kiss on the tip of your nose, his hand clasped in yours squeezing your fingers. “I don’t wanna cum just yet…”

Letting out an exasperated sigh, you narrow your eyes. “I swear to God, Eddie, if this is some joke that I don’t get…”

“No, no,” he chuckles and you feel your racing heart calm down as he rubs small circles against the back of your hand. “The thing is when I was imagining you–”

“Wait, you were imagining me?” you interrupt him, slightly perplexed, “Like this?”

“Of course I was,” Eddie blinks in disbelief, “a million times at least.” Shaking his head, he strokes the frown that has formed between your brows and caresses your cheeks. He dips his head and claims your lips before he drags his mouth along your jaw, leaving a wet trail in his wake.

“But in those fantasies,” he continues, his breath hot against the shell of your ear as he pulls at your earlobe with his teeth, “you were riding me.”

Your breath hitches as you involuntarily squeeze your thighs around his hips, the movement making both of you release a soft gasp.

“What do you think?” he says and quirks his eyebrows.

Instead of providing a verbal response, your lips curl up in a smile. You plant your palms on his chest and push slightly to make him roll on his back, his face lit up in excitement. It takes a bit of manoeuvring since your bed is too narrow for two people to fit easily and as you and Eddie shift this way and that, an occasional scowl followed by laughter escapes your mouths every time you accidentally poke or kick at each other.

Finally upright and on your knees, you throw your leg over and straddle him as his hands land on your hips, his cold rings soothing your heated skin with every gentle caress of his palms.

You can’t help but pause for a short moment to admire the man lying under you. Eddie’s cheeks are flushed, and you tilt your head as you let your gaze trace the pink blush spreading to his ears. It’s a strange feeling at first to see him lying in your bed with his curls fanned over your pillow, but it’s a feeling that puts a big smile on your face and warms your heart.

His lips parted and eyes hooded with lust, he watches you intently and doesn’t break the eye contact even when you lay your hands on his chest, the touch light enough to give you the freedom to slide your palms all over his skin, but firm enough for him to feel the intensity of your need to caress every part of him within your reach.

When you run your fingers through the soft hair below his navel, Eddie shudders.

No longer wasting your time, you grab his cock and position it at your entrance, and then you’re sinking down, the motion painstakingly slow as you want to prolong the breathtaking sensation of his hard length pushing your walls apart, which makes your eyelashes flutter in bliss.

“Jesus Christ,” Eddie grunts and digs his fingers into your sides as you arch your back and your breath stutters in your throat. Lost in pleasure, your eyes snap shut and you savour the moment as you give in to the feel of being so deliciously filled. A new rush of heat burns inside you and it’s like hot flames are licking all over your skin.

Eventually, you open your eyes again to meet his gaze and press your palms to his chest for balance so that you can draw yourself up only to slide down his cock again. And again, and again.

“You look so beautiful, fuck.” He lets out a shaky, hard exhale and raises his hands to fondle your breasts, lightly at first and then harder, causing you to bite down on your lower lip as you bounce on his length. All you can do is release breathless moans and keep your hips rocking over him, the wet sounds of your lovemaking filling your ears, and it’s the most wonderful sound you’ve ever heard.

Eddie wants to tell you so much more, he wants to whisper the dirtiest things that come to his mind but all words die somewhere in his throat as the pleasure wins him over. He must be dreaming, he’s sure of it, but the warmth of your skin under his touch proves to him how incredibly real you are as he skims his hands down your sides to let his fingers dance along your thighs, only to slide them up your arms and settle them on your breasts again.

Over the time since he found you in the bathroom, the afternoon sun that illuminates your bedroom has come nearer to the horizon and now he watches you in bewilderment as you ride him, every beautiful curve within his reach, and the brilliant orange hues of the setting sun make your body glow. If it’s not a dream, then why do you look like a goddess?

Hips undulating, you feel your thighs burning with exertion but you just can’t give a damn. You slip your hand between your bodies and whimper when your fingertips brush over the bundle of nerves. The precipice of orgasm that you felt a few moments ago returns in full force and it takes you by surprise as it has built up embarrassingly faster than before, the tingle crawling all over your skin and the slickness coating your fingers. Your movements falter as you choke out a moan and Eddie takes no time to grab a handful of your arse, his grip tight, and he meets your thrusts.

You screw your eyes shut, your climax right at your fingertips and when you feel his fingers joining yours as he starts rubbing your clit frantically, sending jolts after jolts of unadulterated pleasure to your core, the orgasm rips through your body and you crash over the edge.

With a wild scream, you collapse down on his chest, shaking uncontrollably and breathing hard as your throbbing pussy spasms around his hardness over and over again. Eddie holds you in his arms while you cling to him in pure ecstasy, his hips thrusting up as he pants hard and drives his cock deep into your dripping cunt, drawing out the pleasure that curses through your veins to the point of near agony before his hold on you tightens and he finally cums with a strong groan rumbling in his chest, his cock twitching in tandem with spasms of your aftershocks.

You both hiss when Eddie pulls out and soon enough, you feel the sticky mess from between your legs smearing across his stomach. Limbs heavy, you’re too exhausted to care, or to move for that matter, and you let him drape your languid body against his side so that his hands can worm their way towards his crotch and make quick work of the condom.

For a few moments, you both just lie there, absolutely spent as you feel the ripples of pleasure pulse all over your body, sweat drying on your heated skin.  

“Holy shit,” you breathe out when you get confident enough that your voice won’t break and you turn to beam at Eddie.

“Right?” he grins, his eyes darting to yours, and he makes a happy noise as the absolute bliss painted all over your features doesn’t go unnoticed.

Keeping your eyes trained on his face, you lift one of your arms and run your fingers along the ridge of his nose. You crack a smile when he squints his eyes because your feather-light touch tickles him. He grasps your hand and presses a soft kiss to your knuckles before he turns to face you and brings his lips to yours, his arms wrapping around your waist so that he can rub your back. The kiss is slow as he sucks on your lower lip and then gently licks at it, a wide grin spreading across his cheeks that matches your overjoyed smile. Deepening the kiss, you hum in contentment as his tongue explores your mouth before his hold around you tightens and you burrow your face to the crook of his neck, both of you dozing off for a few minutes.

Then, his voice stirs you from your sleep.

“Wait.”

“What?” you ask and chuckle as you catch his eyes bulging out in shock.

“I wanted to give you something!” he exclaims and frowns at the pile of his clothes.

“You didn’t have to bring me anything,” you reply but he’s clearly not listening, too deep in his thoughts.

“Shit, I left it in my van. Uhm…” He looks around, his brows furrowed. Pecking your lips in a brief kiss, he jumps to his feet and retrieves his shirt and boxers from the lump of clothes, hastily putting them on.

You stare in a daze, confused about what’s gotten into him as he slides his arms into the white shirt and pulls up his boxers. The only thing you know is that you miss his warmth in your bed.

When he’s done, he raises his finger and gives you a stern look. “Don’t go anywhere.”

“Where would I– Eddie?!” you call out his name but he’s already gone.

With the lingering excitement buzzing all over his skin, he skips every other step to fly down the stairs, almost tripping over his own feet.

He swings the car door open and dives into the passenger’s seat to rummage through the glove compartment. His face lights up when he finds what he’s been looking for and with a loud bang he closes the van again. His smile freezes slightly when he catches sight of an elderly lady knitting on the front porch of the next-door house staring at him with wide eyes. Suddenly aware of his half-naked appearance, he blushes and lifts his arm in greeting, to which he gets no response, before he scurries off back to your house.

Shutting the bedroom door behind himself, he slams his back against it and gives you an apologetic look, his eyebrows raised.

“Erm, I think your neighbour just saw me,” he says and waves in the general direction of the street.

“Really?” you giggle and Eddie lets out a relieved sigh, only now realising how worried he was that he’d somehow screwed things up. “Wait, could it be Mrs Lewis?” you ponder out loud as you toss a few tissues into a small bin, having used the opportunity to clean yourself up while Eddie was gone, and you take a seat on your bed again.

“We didn’t exactly have time to introduce ourselves,” he grins and twirls his hair.

“Don’t worry,” you laugh. “She spotted me last week when I was sneaking out for our date and didn’t tell on me.”

“Good,” Eddie smiles and withdraws from the door, closing the distance. He kneels in front of you on the floor and you shamelessly sneak your hands through the gap of his open shirt and rest them on his sides, exhaling a soft sigh when the scent of him and the familiar warmth of his skin enthrals your senses. He weaves his fingers through yours and delicately takes your hand. “Here, I’ve got this for you.”

A gentle smile playing on your lips, you’re too busy studying his face, watching the way the wrinkles around his eyes deepen as he holds your gaze, the way his eyelashes flutter when he casts down his eyes, and the way his tongue pokes out as he ties something around your wrist. Reluctantly, you tear your gaze away from his beautiful face to see what it is.

“Eddie,” you breathe out and swallow down tears that have welled up in your eyes.

It’s a corsage with small crimson rose buds and thin dark blue ribbons, and you realise it matches both his jacket and your dress. That explains why about a week ago Dustin was all of a sudden very much interested in your plans for the prom, asking you all kinds of questions. Although you remained suspicious, in the end you ascribed his odd behaviour to his own excitement of an upcoming junior prom. If only you’d known…

“Thank you,” you whisper and wrap your arms around Eddie, embracing him in a heartfelt hug and squeezing tight. He holds you just as close and his palms rub soothing circles over your back. It doesn’t take too long for your lips to meet, and you rejoice at the tingling sensation across your skin that a mere brush of his lips creates as the air buzzes with electricity.

“Shall we dance?” he questions after a while and bends his head to catch your eye.

“There’s no music playing,” you giggle, leaning back to meet his gaze.

“As if that would stop us,” he chuckles, but turns around, shuffling through the cassettes still lying next to your bed until he finds the one he was looking for. He moves over to your desk and his eyes momentarily fall on your camera. He makes a mental note to take a bunch of pictures later so that he can start his own collection of your photographs. But for now all he wants to do is dance with you. Without further ado, he places the cassette in an empty slot of your stereo, slightly fast-forwards it and hits the ‘play’ button.

The sound of drums and synthesizers fills the space and Eddie holds out his hand, which you gladly take with a wide smile on your face.

Spinning you under his arm, he pulls you in and starts gently swaying from side to side to the slow rhythm of the song. One of your hands that rests on his shoulder creeps up to rub the back of his neck and play with his curls, which earns you a happy grin from him as he squeezes your other hand clasped in his palm. You feel safe and treasured in his arms despite the lack of clothes and you can’t help but raise yourself on your tiptoes to close your eyes and kiss him, lost in the taste of his lips, the warmth of his embrace, the scent of his skin and the swell of the music.

I wanna know what love is

I want you to show me

I wanna feel what love is

I know you can show me

[v6quewrlds]

❝ borderline, j. burrow & t. higgins. ❞  ‎ ‎ ┉  

‎ ‎ ⁎⠀┉⠀summary: working in and around the nfl for years, there aren't many people in the league who can knock you off your game. by some twist of fate, two of them show up together, hoping to lure you into their orbit.

‎ ‎ ⁎⠀┉⠀author's note: as requested by an anon <3 pls don't read if you're uncomfortable with this concept. didn't really know how to end this one so it's ambiguous lmao did this lowkey give me an idea for a pt 2? maybe. joe calls reader "sweetheart", tee calls reader "baby".

‎ ‎ ⁎⠀┉⠀warnings: smut, please do not interact with my work if you are under 18. language, friends to lovers (?) the plural is intentional, threesome, fingering, eiffel tower but not really, blowjob, face fucking, cum eating, facial, somewhat dom!joe, switch!tee, pre-meditated threesome if you squint, praise kink.

‎ ‎ ⁎⠀┉⠀pairing: joe burrow x reader x tee higgins.

‎ ‎ ⁎⠀┉⠀word count: 6.8k.

You walked through the grand hotel lobby, your stilettos clicking against the marble floor. Your emerald green dress clung to your body like a glove, drawing the occasional admiring glance. You had looked forward to this wedding the entire season, eager to see your favorite players and closest friends all congregated in one place. As a sports journalist, you had become accustomed to the glitz and glamour of high-profile events, but this one felt different. It was personal.

The reception area was a flurry of activity as guests mingled and waitstaff glided around with trays of hors d'oeuvres and sparkling drinks. The scent of expensive perfumes and cologne hung in the air, mixed with the faint aroma of roasting meat from the nearby dining hall.

You spotted your close friend Bree chatting with a few other guests, her eyes lighting up when she caught sight of you. Bree waved you over, gesturing to the table you had been assigned. To your surprise, Joe Burrow and Tee Higgins, two of the Cincinnati Bengals' star players, were already seated at the table, sipping on their drinks and looking dapper in their tuxedos.

"Hey, y'all," you greeted them with a bright smile, placing your clutch on the table. "I didn't know you two were close to Amber and Dan."

Joe's smile was warm, but his sarcasm was as sharp as ever, his eyes crinkling as he took a sip of his whiskey. "To be honest, I'm not sure why I was invited. Maybe they felt sorry for me because I don't get out much." The admission drew chuckles from the rest of the table, but you knew him well enough to detect the hint of self-deprecating playfulness in his voice.

Tee spoke up next, his signature soft-spoken confidence unwavering even amidst the buzz of the crowded room. "I've known Amber since college, actually. Her sister dated my roommate." He leaned back in his seat, a glass of champagne in hand, his eyes lingering on your face as he took a sip. "You close with Daniel?"

You nodded, feeling a rush of pride as you thought of your career achievements. "Yeah, I've had some pretty memorable interviews with him. The sit-down I did with him after his knee injury helped me land my gig on First Take." You took a sip of your own drink, the cool liquid doing little to quell the heat rising in your cheeks as you weathered the intense gazes of the two athletes.

"How sweet," Joe said with a smirk, raising his glass of whiskey in a mock toast. "Is that why you swore he was league MVP last season?"

You rolled your eyes, but couldn't help the laugh that bubbled up from your chest. "Okay, okay, I might have been a bit biased. But I owed him for that interview," you took a sip of your drink, the cool liquid sliding down your throat, your eyes dancing with mischief. "Were you jealous?"

Joe's smirk grew wider, his blue eyes flickered over to Tee's brown ones before moving back to find yours. "Maybe a little," he admitted, his hand landing casually on your thigh, sending a jolt of excitement through your body. You felt the heat rising from his palm through the thin fabric of your dress, and you couldn't help but lean into his touch.

As if sensing it was his turn to flirt with you, Tee leaned closer, his hand ghosting against your shoulder as it fell over the back of your chair. "How's First Take going for you? Still holding your own against Stephen A?" His voice was a smooth rumble, and you couldn't help but smile, the tension easing a bit.

"I defended you guys last week, you know," you said with a smirk, swirling the ice in your drink. "Told him you're both underappreciated."

Joe's eyes lit up. "You did?" His hand fell heavier around your thigh as Tee's fingers traced lazy circles into your exposed skin, the warmth of their body heat seeping into your very soul. "I knew I liked you for a reason."

The words left his mouth casually, but you felt a flutter in your stomach. Tee's accompanying laugh did little to ease the tension that had suddenly thickened the air around the three of you.

The conversation grew more intimate, their touches lingering longer, the air around you crackling with unspoken desires. You felt the weight of their gazes on you, the way they studied your every move, every breath. It was like being the star of their own private show, and you found yourself playing up to their attention, your laughs a little louder, your movements a little more exaggerated.

Bree had long disappeared into the crowded dance floor, leaving you alone with Joe and Tee. Your conversation grew quieter, and more intimate, as you shared stories of your lives outside of football. You felt a strange connection with the two men, a bond that extended beyond the superficial. You tried your best to ignore the heat building between your legs as Joe's fingers traced patterns into your bare skin. Tee's thumb pressing into the pressure point at the back of your neck sent a shiver down your spine.

The music grew louder, the rhythm pulsing through the floor and into your bodies. The lights grew dimmer, casting a seductive glow over the three of you. You found yourself leaning into Tee's touch, your eyes locked onto Joe's as he spoke about his most recent charity event for his foundation. His words cast a sharp contrast with the deep, soothing, seduction of his voice.

The conversation grew more flirty, Joe's hand sliding further up your thigh under the cover of the tablecloth. You gasped, trying to keep your cool, but the heat of his touch was like a brand on your skin. Tee noticed your reaction and leaned in, whispering something to Joe that made his eyes darken with desire.

"You good?" Tee asked, his voice a soft rumble against your ear. You nodded, your voice a little shaky. "Yeah, I'm okay." But you weren't okay; your nerves were on fire, the anticipation building like a storm in your chest.

The tension at the table grew so thick it was almost tangible, your eyes speaking volumes in the dimly lit room. When Joe leaned in closer, his breath a warm caress against your neck, you couldn't resist anymore. You turned to him, your eyes asking him a silent question, unwilling to potentially tip off a noisy guest to your newfound chemistry. Tee watched, his own desire evident in the way he licked his lips, his hand moving from your neck to squeeze your other thigh.

Recognizing the confirmation in Joe's eyes, your head turned to look at Tee, the same question in your eyes. He answered it with a smoldering gaze that left no room for doubt. "Come with us," he murmured, his voice a seductive invitation that sent a thrill through your body.

The three of you stood as one, the two men flanking your sides like bodyguards, guiding you through the sea of wedding guests. The music grew louder, the rhythm beckoning you to the dance floor, but you had other plans. Your heart raced as Joe's hand slid down your back, his fingers tracing the curve of your ass, while the back of Tee's hand brushed against yours. The electricity between you was undeniable, a current that could light up the entire hotel.

The three of you moved through the crowd, the warmth of your bodies pressing together, the heat of your desire almost too much to handle. When you reached the elevator, the tension was unbearable. Joe's hands pulled your back flush against his chest, making you gasp as his strong hands wandered across the material of your dress. Tee stood in front of you, his hand tipping your head back as he claimed your mouth in a kiss that was anything but casual. The doors closed, and the world outside was forgotten.

The elevator ride was a blur of hands and lips, the three of you exploring each other's bodies like you had been waiting for this moment your entire lives. Your dress was hiked up, Joe's hand slipping under your panties to feel the wetness that had pooled there. Tee's hand found your breasts, kneading them gently as Joe whispered sweet nothings into your ear. The ding of the elevator arriving at Tee's floor brought you back to reality with a jolt. You stumbled out into the hallway, breathless and desperate.

Tee fumbled with the keycard, the anticipation almost too much to bear. You giggled as Joe muttered low and bitter under his breath, "Take your time, buddy."

The door finally clicked open, and the three of you tumbled into the room, a whirlwind of lust and passion. The lights were dimmed, casting a seductive glow across the plush king-sized bed. Your heart pounded in your chest as you watched the two men, both so powerful on the field, look at you with a hunger you hadn't seen before.

Joe took the lead, his eyes dark with desire as he approached you, his hand sliding around your waist and pulling you against his firm chest. His kiss was demanding, his tongue delving into your mouth as if he could taste your thoughts, your fears, your desires. Tee's hands were on your shoulders, pushing the dress down your arms, exposing your bare breasts to the cool air. You gasped as Joe's mouth moved to your neck, his teeth grazing your sensitive skin as his hands found your nipples, ghosting his fingertips over the peaks.

"Hold on," you said, placing a hand on Joe's wrist to still his movements. You took a deep breath, your eyes searching theirs for any sign of doubt. "Are you two sure that if I do this, there won't be some blonde chick harassing me on Instagram afterward?"

"You know we don't do drama. That's the last thing we need before the season," Joe assured you, his hands sliding up your arms to cup your shoulders. "We're just here to have a good time." His voice was a low purr, his gaze intense.

Tee stepped closer to you, a tattooed hand reaching up to cup your jaw, his thumb brushing your lower lip. "We promise, baby," he whispered, his eyes dark with lust. "This is just about us, right here, right now."

You searched their eyes, the room spinning with a mix of excitement and trepidation. You nodded slowly before speaking up again, "Okay, no pics, no videos, and this stays between the three of us. Agreed?"

"Scout's honor," Joe murmured, his hand sliding around your waist and pulling you closer.

Tee leaned in, his lips brushing against yours in a gentle, almost chaste kiss. The room felt electrified as your body responded instinctively, your hands moving to rest on his broad chest. You could feel Joe's erection pressing against your back, his breath hot against your neck as he watched the exchange. The heat of their bodies, the scent of your desire, and the promise of what was to come washed over you like a wave.

"You guys are playing with fire," you murmured against Tee's mouth, but the smirk that played on his lips told you he knew exactly what he was doing. He broke the kiss, a knowing look passing between the two men. You gasped, pushing back against Joe as his hands found your tits, his palms squeezing them roughly, thumbs brushing against your nipples through the fabric of your dress.

"We know," Joe whispered in your ear, his breath sending shivers down your spine. "But sometimes, you've gotta risk getting burned." His hand slipped down to the zipper of your dress, pulling it down slowly, inch by torturous inch. The cool air of the room hit your bare back, making your skin pebble with goosebumps.

Tee stepped back, his eyes never leaving yours as he began to unbutton his shirt, his muscles rippling with every movement. You felt a rush of arousal as he revealed his sculpted chest, the ink on his skin telling a story of strength and resilience. He slid the shirt off his shoulders, letting it fall to the floor, and you couldn't help but bite your lips in anticipation.

"You're so fuckin' sexy," Joe murmured, his hand slipping into your hair as he pulled you in for another kiss. You moaned into his mouth, feeling Tee's hands on your hips as he turned you to face him. The two men moved around you like a perfectly choreographed dance, each touch setting your skin on fire.

The two men took turns kissing you, each one's touch different yet equally electrifying. Joe's kisses were demanding, his tongue exploring your mouth with a hunger that made your legs tremble. Tee's were soft and gentle, his lips brushing yours in a way that made you feel cherished. Your hands roamed over their broad chests, feeling the firmness of their muscles beneath the warm skin.

Tee stepped away, his eyes dark with desire as he took in the sight of you. "Damn, baby," he breathed, reaching out to trace the curves of your breasts. His thumbs brushed against your nipples, making them peak. Joe's hands slid down your back, unclipping your bra and letting it fall away. The cool air made you gasp, your breasts bouncing slightly as you were exposed to them in nothing but the flimsy excuse for panties you had chosen for the night.

The tension in the room was thick, the anticipation almost a tangible force. You felt their eyes on you, the weight of their desire a heavy presence that made your knees weak. You stepped out of your heels, the impact of your bare feet on the carpeted floor leaving the football players towering over you.

"Get on the bed," Tee murmured, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down your spine. You obeyed, your legs feeling like jelly as you crawled onto the plush mattress. As you sat, perched and pretty, on the comforter, Joe began to undress, allowing Tee to make the first move.

Tee's eyes never left yours as he approached, his tuxedo jacket tossed aside and his bow tie undone. His large, strong hands reached for you, gripping your ankles and yanking you closer to the edge of the bed. You felt the heat from his body as he leaned in, his warm breath fanning your face as he whispered, "You're so fucking beautiful."

His words sent a shiver through you as he pushed your thighs apart, revealing your damp panties. Joe stepped closer, his own pants undone, his erection straining against his boxer briefs. He reached out, sliding one finger along the lacy fabric before hooking his thumbs into the waistband and pulling them to the side, exposing you to their hungry gazes.

"Goddamn," Tee whispered, his eyes locked on your nakedness. Joe's dick grew harder in his briefs as he watched his friend's reaction, his own desire mirrored in the tightness of Tee's jaw. Your heart was racing, your chest rising and falling with anticipation. You felt a thrill run through you as you watched their reactions, your own anticipation reaching a fever pitch.

"Prettiest pussy you've ever seen, huh?" Joe said with a smirk, his eyes darkening as he took in the sight of your bare skin. Tee nodded, unable to form coherent words as he stared.

You felt a warmth creep up your neck as you both took a moment to appreciate your body. You had always felt confident in your own skin, but the raw, carnivorous hunger in their expressions was something you had never experienced before. It was like they were really seeing you for the first time, and the thought of being desired by two such powerful, successful men was a heady aphrodisiac.

The room grew quiet, and the only sound was the rustle of clothes being removed. Your breathing grew shallow as Joe knelt before you, his eyes never leaving yours as he slowly peeled off your panties. Tee sat on the edge of the bed, his eyes raking over your exposed flesh with a look that made you quiver with anticipation. You could see his cock, thick and hard, straining against his boxers.

"You're so beautiful," Joe murmured, his breath hot against your thigh. He placed a soft kiss to your inner thigh, sending a shiver up your spine. Tee leaned in, his warm breath caressing your skin as he whispered sweet nothings into your ear, his hand moving to cup your breast. You felt like you were in a dream, the reality of the situation slowly sinking in as Joe's tongue found your clit.

Their touches grew more urgent, more demanding, as they worked in tandem to bring you to the edge. Your hips began to rock, your body responding instinctively to the sensations they were creating. You felt Joe's hand slip between your legs, his fingers teasing your folds before sliding inside you, the feel of his thick digits stretching you and setting your body alight. Tee's mouth found yours, a heavy hand reaching to squeeze at the sides of your neck, your moans muffled by his kisses.

Your eyes rolled back in your head as Joe's thumb found your clit, circling the sensitive nub with the expertise of a maestro conducting an orchestra of pleasure. Tee's tongue danced with yours, his teeth grazing your bottom lip. You felt yourself spiraling closer to the precipice, your body tightening around Joe's hand.

The room was a whirlwind of sensations: the scent of their cologne, the sound of fabric shifting, the feel of Joe's calloused hands on your skin. It was almost too much, and you were lost in a haze of pleasure when Tee broke away, leaving you gasping for air.

"Gonna come, baby?" Tee's question was a breathy murmur in your ear, his hand moving from your neck to cup your cheek as he watched your face contort with pleasure. You could only nod, unable to form words as Joe's fingers worked their magic.

Your eyes locked onto Tee's above you as you felt Joe's thumb press down hard on your clit, your body arching off the bed as your orgasm hit you like a wave, crashing over you in an explosion of color and sensation. You moaned weakly, your pussy clenching around Joe's hand as you rode the peak, your nails digging into the mattress.

When you finally came down, Joe withdrew his hand, a smug smile on his face. As if sharing a sense of telepathy, the two men stood up simultaneously to remove their boxers, revealing their generous lengths. You couldn't help but whimper at the sight, your heart racing with excitement and nerves.

"Make some room for me," Tee said with a mischievous smile, sliding onto the bed behind you as you sat up. His hand traveled down your body, his thumb brushing the swollen bud of your clit before sliding two fingers inside you. You gasped as he began to pump them in and out, his touch gentle yet firm.

Joe, who had stepped up to the edge of the bed, watched with darkened eyes as Tee worked his magic. He nodded towards Tee's lap as your eyes fluttered open. "You gonna get on top, sweetheart?" he asked, his voice thick with lust. You licked your lips, nodding eagerly.

With a smile, you shuffled over to Tee, your eyes meeting his hooded browns. You straddled Tee's thighs, feeling his hardness beneath you. He took a moment to appreciate the sight of you, his breathing heavy, before he leaned up and kissed you again, his tongue dancing with yours. You could feel Joe's eyes on the two of you, his gaze burning into your skin as you reached down to stroke Tee's dick before sinking down on it with a moan.

The feel of him filling you sent you both spiraling and you had to bite back a scream as you adjusted to his size. Tee's hands gripped your hips, guiding your movements as you began to ride him. The sound of your bodies slapping together filled the room, mingling with your moans and gasps for air. You leaned back into Joe as he slotted behind you, his hands pressing blistering heat into your skin as he kissed your neck and whispered encouragement into your ear.

Tee pulled his bottom lip into his mouth, his eyes hooded with desire as he watched you take him in. He reached up, his hands finding your tits, and began to tease your nipples as you rode him. The sight of you bouncing on his dick, your pussy squeezing him with every move, had him on the edge of his seat, quite literally. You threw your head back, your eyes rolling into the back of your head as you moaned out Tee's name, feeling the heat of Joe's chest against your back.

Joe's hands began to wander, caressing your body as you moved in rhythm with Tee. His fingers found your clit, rubbing it in slow circles that had your pussy spasming around Tee's cock. Your moans grew louder, your body moving faster as Joe's touch grew more insistent. You felt Tee's cock thicken inside you, and you knew he was close.

"Fuck, Joe, you seein' this shit?" Tee's voice was strained, his eyes glazed with pleasure as he watched your body take his length. Joe's only response was a low, feral growl as he continued to tease your clit.

"Perfect fuckin' fit," Joe murmured, his own arousal clear as he lazily stroked himself in time with your rhythm.

Your breathing grew shallow, your eyes locked onto Tee's. You felt Joe's breath against your neck, his teeth grazing your skin as his fingers worked their magic. "I'm gonna cum," you gasped, your voice a desperate plea.

"Again?" Tee teased, brown eyes glittering with excitement as he watched your body tense with the approaching wave of pleasure. "I ain't complaining, but you're gonna wear me out." Your face grew hot as you felt the dual pressure of Tee inside you and Joe's thumb on your clit, pushing you to the edge.

"I can't help it," you panted, "you two are just too much."

Joe's chuckle was a dark promise against your ear. "We're just getting to the good part," he half promised, half teased, his breath sending shivers down your spine.

The room was a whirlwind of sensation: the slick slide of skin, the scent of arousal, the heat of two men surrounding you. Finally, you threw your head back again, your dark hair fanning out against Joe's pale shoulder as you came, your pussy clamping down on Tee's cock.

Your eyebrows furrowed as the orgasm ripped through you, drawn out by the feel of both Joe and Tee's hands on you. You barely registered Tee's cock slipping away from your heat, chuckling darkly as Joe watched your body spasm with pleasure. The quarterback muttered something under his breath that sounded suspiciously like "Fuck me," and you felt a shyness creep over your cheeks, even in the throes of passion.

"Stand up for me, sweetheart," Joe finally murmured, his voice thick with desire. You complied, your legs shaky as Joe helped you to your feet. Tee leaned back on his elbows, his cock still throbbing against his stomach, glistening with your combined arousal.

Joe's hands slid around your waist, positioning you to face Tee. He whispered in her ear, "Suck his cock, baby. Make him feel good."

Your eyes widened, but the desire in Joe's voice and the way Tee's eyes lit up at the suggestion made your body respond immediately. You leaned over the edge of the bed as Tee scooted backward to allow room for your chest to rest on the sheets between his spread legs. Carefully, Tee swept your hair up into a crude ponytail, giving him an unobstructed view of your beautiful brown skin and the way your back arched with anticipation.

Your mouth hovered over Tee's cock, your breath warm against the sensitive flesh. His hands tangled in your hair, guiding you down as you took him in. Your cheeks hollowed out as you sucked him in deep, your eyes closing delicately as you moaned around the taste of your arousal coating his length.

Joe's hand trailed over your skin to squeeze at your ass, sliding his cock to nestle in your warm pearl. "Fuck, you feel amazing," he murmured, his voice a gruff rumble that sent shivers down your spine. You moaned around Tee's cock, the vibrations making him twitch with pleasure. Tee's grip tightened in your hair, guiding your movements as he guided your head up and down his length, his eyes tracing over your blissed-out expression.

Your bodies moved in harmony, a symphony of passion and desire that had been building since you first set eyes on each other that evening. The room was a whirlwind of sensations - Joe's calloused fingers digging into your skin, Tee's cock sliding in and out of your mouth, and the smell of your combined arousal. You felt like you were floating, weightless and free, as you gave in to the moment.

With a surge of energy, you lifted from Tee's dick, swirling your tongue around his mushroom tip with a self-indulgent smile. Joe's eyes lit up as he watched you, his own arousal evident as he continued thrusting into you. Tee's chest heaved as he took in the sight of you, his abs clenching with the effort to hold back.

"What the fuck?" Tee's eyes went wide with shock and arousal as he watched your teeth graze lightly over the most sensitive part of him, your eyes all innocent and pure as you gazed up at him. He didn't know what was happening, but his body was definitely on board. Your tongue flicked out, licking up the precum that beaded at the tip of his cock, making him grit his teeth in an attempt to keep from coming too soon.

Joe's breath was hot against your neck as he whispered, "Take him all the way in, baby," his hands on your hips pushing you down slightly. You obeyed, taking Tee deep into your mouth, the sound of your wetness as Joe fucked you from behind echoing through the room.

The sensation was overwhelming, the taste of Tee combined with the feeling of Joe's cock deep inside you making you moan around the head of Tee's dick. The vibrations sent his bottom lip between his teeth, his head dipping back with a strangled groan, nostrils flaring with concentration. You felt Joe's grip tighten, his thrusts growing more erratic as he approached his own climax. Tee's eyes never left yours, the intensity of his gaze making your pussy clench around Joe's cock.

"Fuck," Tee hissed as your head bobbed up and down, your cheeks hollowing with each suck. The sight of your full lips stretched around his length and Joe's hand guiding you was more than he could handle. His own hand tightened in your hair, his hips jerking involuntarily.

"So good," you moaned around Tee's cock, your body trembling with the force of Joe's thrusts. Your third orgasm was building, a storm gathering on the horizon, ready to unleash its fury at any moment. Tee's hand stroked your cheek, the sweetness of his touch a stark contrast to the raw, animalistic need driving Joe.

"Good girl," Joe groaned, his grip tightening on your hips as he watched you take Tee's cock deeper into your mouth. He could feel you tightening around him, your body begging for release. "Prettiest girl I've ever seen," the quarterback whispered, his voice thick with lust.

Tee's eyes rolled back, lost in the pleasure of your mouth. His hand on the back of your head grew more insistent, his hips bucking slightly as he approached climax. Your eyes watered, but you didn't pull away, your own pleasure building with every gag and moan you muffled around Tee's dick.

"Oh, shit," he moaned, his voice a deep, guttural sound that sent another shiver down your spine. You felt Joe's cock thicken even more inside you, his hips stuttering as he fought to hold back.

"Bet she dreamed about this, Tee," Joe murmured, his breath hot against your neck. You felt Tee's cock twitch in your mouth at the words, his eyes dark with desire.

"I know she did. Drooling all over my dick like this. Lookin' all pretty," Tee chuckled, his voice strained with arousal.

With that, Joe took over once again. He pulled you off Tee's cock, laughing out loud as his wide receiver shot him a sour look. "Joe," he groaned holding his hands up in protest, but Joe was having none of it.

You felt the warmth of Joe's breath on your neck as he leaned in to whisper, "Gonna look so much prettier with his cum all over your pretty face, gorgeous."

The thought sent a jolt of excitement through you, and you moaned out loud, closing your eyes as you tried to will yourself to hold off on your burgeoning orgasm. Tee's eyes widened as he caught onto Joe's words, a devious smirk playing on his lips.

The tension in the room grew palpable as Tee's hand on the back of your head grew firmer, guiding your movements. You felt his cock swell, the veins pulsing against your tongue. Your eyes watered as you took him deeper, your throat tightening around his shaft. The feeling of being used so thoroughly, by two men who had you pinned and writhing with pleasure, was intoxicating.

"Open that pretty mouth for me, baby," Tee urged softly, his voice thick with lust. You complied, presenting your tongue as Tee's cock slid out of your mouth, leaving a trail of precum. You watched as he stroked himself, his hand moving fast and sure.

"God, you're so fucking sexy," Joe murmured, his eyes locked onto the scene before him. You could feel his breath on your neck, his own arousal leaking into you. The anticipation was unbearable, the room seemingly closing in on you as Tee's strokes grew faster. You felt Joe's hand come down to rest on your lower back, hips stilling as Tee approached his climax.

"Gonna paint that pretty face, baby," Tee warned you, his voice tight with restraint. You nodded eagerly, your eyes fluttering shut as you felt the first warm spurt of cum hit your cheek, sliding down to your chin. Tee groaned, his hand moving in fast jerks as he coated you in his release. When he was done, you opened your eyes to find Joe watching you, his own desire clear.

Joe's hand moved from your back to your face, his thumb brushing over your cum-covered cheek. "Taste it," he instructed, his voice a seductive growl. You obeyed, your kiss-swollen lips wrapping around the pad of his thumb, a smile pulling at the corners of your mouth, feeling the stickiness of Tee's release on your skin.

"You fuckin' liked that, didn't you?" Tee's voice was filled with a mix of pride and satisfaction as he watched you lick his cum off Joe's thumb. Your eyes sparkled with amusement as you nodded, a giggle bubbling out of you. The room was thick with the scent of your combined arousal, your hearts pounding in sync with the pulsing beat of the bass from the party below.

Joe's smile grew wicked. His grip on your hips tightened, his dick still buried deep inside you as he began to move again, slowly at first. You fully moaned out, any shyness completely forgotten as you felt Joe twitch inside you. The power play between them had you more turned on than you'd ever been.

Tee laughed as he finally began to recover from his orgasm. "Go 'head, baby, make Joey cum. I think he worked hard for it." He winked at you, who rolled your eyes playfully. The room was thick with lust, your heavy breathing echoing off the walls.

Joe leaned in, his breath hot against your ear. "Think he's right, sweetheart?" he questioned, his voice low and rough. Your eyes fluttered shut as you felt him begin to move again, his strokes deep and deliberate. You moaned around the taste of Tee's cum, the sound muffled by your head falling into the sheets.

"Fuck, yes," you managed to murmur, your hips rocking back to meet him. Joe's chuckle was deep and dark as he picked up his pace, his hands moving to squeeze your sides as he drove into you. Your eyes rolled back in your head, the feeling of being filled with Joe's cock and watching Tee's exhausted, satisfied face was overwhelming.

"Look at me, sweetheart," Joe demanded, his voice strained as he pulled you up against him. Your back arched as you opened your eyes to find his piercing blues staring down at you. "I wanna see your face when I come inside you."

Your eyes locked onto his, the intensity of his gaze setting your body ablaze. You could feel the muscles in your core tightening, your orgasm building with every stroke. Joe's grip on your hips grew fiercer, his movements punctuated by the slap of your bodies meeting. The head of his cock nudged your g-spot with precision, sending sparks through your body.

"Look at me," Joe repeated, his voice a low growl that sent shivers down your spine. You did as you were told, your eyes connecting in a silent agreement that this was more than just a casual fling. There was something deeper, something raw and primal that bound you two together in this moment.

The room seemed to spin around you as Joe's thrusts grew more erratic. You could feel his cock swelling inside you, the promise of his climax imminent. You leaned back, your breasts bouncing with each thrust as you threw your head back, your mouth open in a silent scream of pleasure.

"Fuck, yes," you gasped, your eyes fluttering shut. "I'm gonna cum again." The words were barely out of your mouth before you felt the warmth of Joe's release fill you up. He groaned, his hips bucking against you, his orgasm intense and powerful. Tee watched, his hand still around his cock, stroking slowly as he took in the sight of two of his close friends, lost in their shared passion.

Your body shuddered as the waves of pleasure washed over you, your hands slotting over Joe's as he trailed a hand up to squeeze at the sides of your neck, constricting your airways deliciously. Joe's cock continued to pulse inside you, painting your insides with his seed as your walls fluttered around him. The heady scent of sex filled the air, intoxicating and overwhelming. You felt Joe's grip on your hips ease, his breathing slowing as he pulled out.

Tee's eyes never left yours, his hand still moving languidly on his shaft. He looked up at Joe, a silent question in his gaze. Joe nodded, a smirk playing on his lips, and Tee moved in closer, his hand reaching for your chin. He turned your face to him, and you felt his kiss, soft and gentle, almost tender in contrast to the fiery passion you had just shared with Joe. It sent a refreshing wave of serenity over you, and you melted into it, your body still quivering from the aftershocks of your climax.

"You good?" Tee asked softly, his thumb brushing over your lower lip. You nodded, your eyes flicking from Tee to Joe and back again, the gravity of what you had just done settling in. The room was quiet except for your synchronized breathing, and you could feel their eyes on you, watching your every move, every reaction, every twitch of your relaxing muscles.

You felt Joe's weight shift away from you, retreating to the bathroom to grab some washcloths. When he returned, he tossed one to Tee and used the other one to wipe you down gently, his touch surprisingly tender. You looked down at the mess you'd made off the bed, a mix of cum and sweat, and felt a strange sense of pride. These were two of the most eligible bachelors in the NFL, and here they were, sharing you like a treasure.

Your trio lay in a tangled heap of limbs, your breaths syncing as you all came down from the high of your shared experience. The tension of earlier was gone, replaced by a warm, contented silence. You felt a sense of belonging you hadn't known in a long time as Joe's hand trailed lazily across your back and Tee's arm draped over your waist. You were a unit now, bound by a secret that only the three of you knew.

As the reality of what had just transpired began to sink in, you couldn't help but feel a thrill of excitement and a hint of nervousness. You looked between them, two men you had known for years, two men you had never thought of in this way until tonight.

"What the hell just happened?" you murmured, a giggle bubbling up from your chest.

Joe leaned in, his expression a mix of satisfaction and amusement. "I think we just had the best sex of our lives," he said, his voice a low rumble that sent a shiver down your spine. Tee's eyes twinkled with playfulness as he nodded in agreement. "All because of you, baby," he added, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead.

You couldn't help the scoff that escaped your lips as the teammates reached over your body to dap each other up in shared accomplishment. A "My man," slipped through the quiet from Tee's lips, his voice still hoarse from his orgasm. The sight of the two men celebrating their supposed victory, their friendship so clear even in the most intimate of moments, filled you with a strange sense of comfort.

"So, you two wanna explain why you're so good at this?" you teased, poking Joe in the ribs, the blonde squirming at your touch. "It's like you've practiced."

Joe's smirk grew wider. "I think this is pretty close to what we do on the field, you know? That QB-WR connection? We've got it down." His eyes twinkled as he leaned in closer to you. "We just knew what we wanted." His hand traveled down your side, sending a fresh wave of tingles across your skin.

"Once we figured out we both had feelings for you, we figured we could share," Tee whispered, his breath hot against your ear. "You're too much for just one of us to handle anyway." He chuckled, his hand sliding down your thigh. "It doesn't hurt that we make a pretty good team."

"And what would you two have done if I said no?" you asked, your voice revealing a hint of a challenge. You couldn't help the smirk that tugged at your lips as you watched the two men exchange glances, the unspoken communication between them almost comical in its synchronicity.

"I'd fuckin' kill him, he talked me into it," Tee said with a chuckle, reaching over you playfully jostle Joe. "But for real, we knew you'd be down."

Joe's expression grew serious. "We respect you too much to push you into anything." He brushed a lock of hair from your face. "We just wanted to be honest. Let you know how we feel."

You searched their faces, the gravity of their words sinking in. "I appreciate that," you said softly. "But what now? This isn't exactly something you tell people at work when they ask about your weekend."

Joe nodded. "We know. That's why it's just between us. What happens in this room, stays in this room." His thumb traced circles on your lower back, sending shivers up your spine. "But if you're into it, we could keep this going."

Tee leaned in, his voice a gentle rumble against your skin. "Just something casual. No strings, no drama. Just something between us three. We got each other's backs, always."

Your heart raced at the thought. It was risky, especially with your career in and around the league. But the connection you felt with Joe and Tee was undeniable, a potent cocktail of attraction and friendship that you hadn't experienced before. The thrill of secrecy only added to the allure.

"Okay," you said, your voice a hesitant whisper. "But only if we're all clear on the rules. No one outside this room can ever know. Ever."

Joe and Tee nodded solemnly, their eyes locked on yours. "You got it," Joe said, his thumb brushing over your plump lower lip. "Our lips are sealed."

This was fucking insane.

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❝ fuksumn, t. higgins. ❞  ‎ ‎ ┉  

‎ ⁎⠀┉⠀summary: competition keeps things interesting in your relationship. but when tee looks that good all the time, maybe losing isn't such a bad thing.

‎ ‎ ⁎⠀┉⠀author's note: WHERE ARE THE TEE FICS YALL, did i spend 45 mins looking for a tee pic for the header? yes. why? mind your business, i do in fact have another tee fic i'm working on bc someone gotta write for him and i guess it will be me 🙂‍↕️ day two of my no nut november series.

‎ ‎ ⁎⠀┉⠀warnings: smut, please do not interact with my work if you are under 18. language, established relationship, intentional use of aave in dialogue, "just the tip" trope, pretty tame otherwise.

‎ ‎ ⁎⠀┉⠀pairing: tee higgins x reader.

‎ ‎ ⁎⠀┉⠀word count: 2.9k.

"You know you not finna win that challenge," Tee teased, pausing his game to glance over at you. His fingers paused over the controller, a smug smirk playing on his lips.

You rolled your eyes, not looking up from the laptop in your lap. "Oh, really?" You replied, your voice dripping with sarcasm. "And what makes you so sure?"

Tee leaned in closer, his tall frame stretching over the couch's arm. "C'mon, babe," he said, his voice low and playful. "Look at us right now. You stressed out with that paper, and I'm just chillin' here. Ain't nobody hornier than you when you stressed."

You couldn't help but laugh. "Is that your strategy?" You looked at him, your eyes sparkling. "To make me so stressed that I can't help but beg for it?"

Tee shrugged, his grin widening. "It's just science, baby. Stress turns into other things, if you know what I mean."

You playfully pushed his face away in an attempt to hide the racing of your heart. You couldn't deny that the tension between you two was growing thicker by the minute.

"Alright, Mr. Science," you said, closing your laptop with a dramatic sigh. "Let's say I'm the one to crack first, what do you want from me?"

Tee's eyes lit up with mischief. "Oh, I'm thinking something sweet," he said, setting his controller aside. "Maybe I'll get you to bake me that apple pie you been promising me for weeks."

You rolled your eyes again, but this time with a playful smile. "A whole pie just because I can't keep my hands off you?" You scoffed. "Try again, Tee."

Tee sat up, his movements deliberate and slow, his eyes never leaving yours. "Or maybe," he began, leaning in closer, "I could get you to wear that tiny ass dress I like so much."

You felt a shiver run down your spine, your cheeks flushing as you thought of the dress in question. It was a dark green dress that hugged your curves in all the right places, one that had driven Tee wild the last time you wore it. "What dress?" you said, playing coy. "The one that barely covers my ass?"

Tee nodded, his gaze lingering on your lips. "You know the one," he said, his voice a low rumble. "The one that makes me want to tear that ass up every time I see it on you. If I win, you gotta wear it without anything extra."

Your heart skipped a beat. The challenge was on, and you were already plotting your revenge. You leaned back into the couch cushions, crossing your arms over your chest. "Fine," you said, raising an eyebrow. "But if I win, you gotta clean the whole house. Spotless."

Tee laughed, the sound rich and warm. "You think that's gon’ be enough to make me crack?" He leaned closer, your bodies touching. "I'm telling you, I got more self-control than anyone you know."

Your eyes narrowed playfully. "Is that right?" you said, your voice a sultry whisper. "Let's see what you made of."

The days ticked by, and the flirty banter grew more intense. Every time you walked by Tee, you would brush your hand against his thigh, feeling the heat of his skin through his sweatpants. Tee would return the favor, placing a kiss to the edge of your jawline as he passed, making your skin tingle with anticipation. You both would catch each other's glances across the room, your eyes holding for a beat too long, before one of you would look away, trying not to crack first.

One evening, as you sat at the kitchen counter with your laptop, Tee came up behind you, his hands resting on the counter to close you in. He kissed your neck gently, his breath hot against your skin. You swallowed hard, your fingers trembling as you typed. "You're playing dirty," you murmured, trying to keep your voice steady.

"Just a little taste, baby," Tee said, his teeth grazing your ear. "C'mon, don’t tell me you ‘ont want it."

Your resolve wavered. You could feel his solid form pressing against you, and it was getting increasingly harder to resist. You knew he was enjoying every second of this game, watching you squirm. "Tee, I'm tryna focus," you said, your voice betraying the desire coursing through your veins.

"Mm-hmm," Tee murmured, his kisses moving down your neck, sending a shiver through you. "But you know you want it." His voice was a soft caress, his breath a whisper.

Your grip tightened on your laptop, the heat from his body enveloping you. "I'm not gonna be the one to break," you insisted, your voice wavering. You could feel the warmth of his crotch against your backside, the evidence of his desire unmistakable.

"You sure about that?" Tee challenged, his hands sliding around to cup your breasts. He gently squeezed, his thumbs swirling over the soft nipples hidden underneath your shirt. You bit your lower lip to stifle a moan, your eyes squeezing shut. The sensation was almost too much to handle, your body begging for more.

"Tee..." you warned, your voice thick with need. You could feel the wetness pooling between your legs, your resolve slipping away like sand through your fingers. He knew exactly where to touch, and how to make your body sing.

Tee chuckled, the sound vibrating against your skin. "Come on, baby," he coaxed, his voice a sweet symphony of temptation. "Just a little bit. Let me fuck you right." He leaned in closer, his warm breath fanning across your face.

"Just the tip." You finally broke, your voice barely above a whisper. "Just to cool the tension."

Tee's smirk grew wider as he pulled back, his eyes gleaming with victory. "Is that right?" He stepped closer, his jeans tenting with his own need. "You want me to give you just a lil’ taste?"

You nodded, your eyes half-lidded with desire. "Just the tip," you repeated, your voice strained. "That's all."

Tee's hand trailed down your stomach, his fingers deftly unbuttoning your jeans. He slid them down just enough to expose the top of your panties. His own breathing grew heavier as he leaned in, his mouth so close to yours. "Just the tip, then," he whispered, his hot breath fanning your face.

With a swift motion, he pushed aside the material of your underwear and found your wetness with his fingertips. You gasped, your eyes snapping open to meet his. "This pussy's always so wet for me," he murmured with a hint of surprise in his voice. He slipped one finger inside, just a little, watching your reaction closely.

"No fair," you panted, your eyes fluttering shut again as Tee's finger slid in and out of you, teasing you with every stroke. You could feel the tension in your body coiling tighter with every passing second.

"Couch." You almost demanded, your voice trembling with the effort of holding back. Tee chuckled, the sound sending vibrations through your body as he stepped back, allowing you to get up. Your legs felt wobbly, but you managed to make your way over to the couch.

As you lay down, your heart racing, Tee followed, his movements more predatory than ever. He hovered above you, his eyes dark with desire, and you couldn't help but feel a thrill of excitement. He slid off your jeans completely, leaving you in just your panties and shirt.

Your breath hitched as Tee slid in, just the tip as promised. The sensation sent a jolt of pleasure through your core. You bit your lip to keep from moaning too loudly, your eyes locked onto him as he began to move. The friction was maddening, so close to what you really wanted but not quite enough to satisfy.

"Tee," you whimpered, your body arching up to meet his.

He smirked down at you, his eyes filled with a mix of challenge and lust. "You sure about this?" He whispered, his voice thick with his own desire.

You hesitated, your eyes searching Tee's. The tension in the room was suffocating, the air heavy with need. You could feel your resolve slipping, the desire to give in to the challenge overwhelming. "A little more," you breathed, your voice barely audible.

Tee's smirk grew as he pushed in a little further, his movements deliberate and slow. Your eyes rolled back in your head, a soft moan escaping your lips. The feeling was a delicious temptation, but it was also torture, a sweet agony that made you want to scream. "That's it, baby," Tee murmured, his eyes never leaving yours. "Take it."

Your nails dug into the couch cushions as Tee began to move faster, his hips rolling in a rhythm that was just shy of satisfying. You could feel your orgasm building, the pressure growing with every stroke. "Come on, baby," he coaxed, his voice a seductive purr. "You know you want more."

Your eyes remained locked as he slid in deeper, his thickness filling you just enough to make your toes curl. Your breath came in shallow gasps, your body begging for release. "Fuck," you groaned, your resolve crumbling. "Okay, okay... more."

With a grin of victory, Tee leaned down, capturing your mouth in a searing kiss as he pushed all the way in, your moan muffled by his lips. You moved together, your bodies in perfect harmony, the challenge forgotten in the heat of the moment.

Your hands roamed underneath his shirt and up his back, your nails digging into his skin, urging him to go deeper, faster. Tee complied, his strokes becoming more intense, each one pushing you closer to the edge. Your kiss grew more frantic, your breaths mingling as your tongues danced together.

The room was filled with the sound of your muffled moans and the rhythmic slap of skin on skin. Your legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him in tight, your body writhing beneath him as he claimed you. You were both lost in the moment, the challenge nothing but a distant memory.

Tee's hand slipped under your shirt, his thumb brushing against your nipple, sending a shiver of pleasure through your body. You arched up, pushing your chest into his hand, your breath coming in ragged pants. He broke the kiss, his mouth moving to your neck, sucking and nipping at the sensitive flesh, leaving a trail of fire in his wake.

"Tee," you moaned, your hands tangling in his hair as he worked his magic. His teeth grazed your earlobe, sending an electric shock to your core. "I'm gonna come, baby," you panted, your voice trembling.

"Not yet," he murmured, his voice thick with his own desire. He pulled out almost entirely, leaving just the tip of his dick teasing you.

Your eyes flew open, your pupils dilated with passion. "Tee, you can't do this to me," you pleaded, your voice a desperate whine.

He chuckled against your neck, the vibrations sending another tremor through you. "But I can," he said, his voice filled with smug satisfaction. "And I will."

With every ounce of willpower you had, you pushed yourself up onto your elbows, one of your hands curling around the right side of his jaw. "Please, baby," you begged, your voice a breathy whisper. "I can't take it. You win."

Tee's eyes gleamed with mischief as he leaned in closer, his voice a low purr. "Are you giving in so soon?" He began to pull out completely, the tip of his dick slipping from your warmth.

Your eyes snapped open, your body taut with need. "Yes, Tee," you huffed, your pride wounded. "I'll wear that damn dress for you, just..."

You gasped as he slammed back into you, his dick filling you up completely. "Just don't stop," you whimpered, your voice a desperate plea as you fell back onto the couch.

Tee chuckled, the sound sending waves of pleasure through you. He leaned down, capturing your mouth in a rough kiss as he began to move again, his strokes deep and deliberate. Your legs tightened around him, your hips rising to meet every thrust. The pressure in your core grew, the anticipation of release building like a crescendo.

Tee's hand found yours, your fingers lacing together as he picked up the pace. "You so beautiful when you get like this," he murmured, his eyes never leaving yours. The love in his gaze only added to the intensity of the moment. "All mine," he whispered, his voice a declaration.

You felt a wave of emotion wash over you, the love and desire in Tee's words fueling your own passion. "Yes, baby," you whispered back, your eyes filled with longing. "Always. All yours."

"Fuck, baby," you groaned, your nails digging into his back as you felt yourself getting closer to the edge. His rhythm was unrelenting, each stroke sending jolts of pleasure through your body. Your eyes squeezed shut, your breath coming in short gasps as you tried to hold on, not wanting the feeling to end.

"Oh, you're so tight," Tee whispered in your ear, his breath hot and ragged. He could feel you tightening around him, your body begging for release. "You gon’ come for me, baby." His words were a promise, a demand, and a question all rolled into one.

"Gonna come all over this couch, baby girl," Tee murmured, his voice a dark promise that sent a fresh wave of heat through you. "Make a mess just for me." He swiveled his hips, hitting that spot deep inside you that had you panting and whimpering his name.

You could feel the orgasm building, a pressure that was almost painful in its intensity. "Tee, I can't," you gasped, your head shaking from side to side as another moan ripped through you. "Baby, it's too much."

"Nah, baby girl," Tee whispered, his eyes locked with yours. "You gotta take this dick, baby. Take it like the big girl I know you are." He leaned in closer, his teeth grazing your earlobe. "You wanted this dick so bad, now you gotta take it all."

Your bodies moved in perfect sync, the sound of your skin slapping together filling the room. Your breath hitched, your eyes rolling back as Tee's strokes grew more demanding. You could feel the orgasm approaching, no sense in stopping now. "Tee," you moaned out, your voice a desperate plea.

"Come for me, baby," he murmured, his own breathing growing more ragged. "Let it go." And with those words, you shattered, your body convulsing around Tee as you came, your moan echoing through the room. Tee groaned, the sight of your pleasure pushing him over the edge. He thrust into you one final time, his warmth flooding you as he reached his climax.

You both lay there, panting and tangled in each other's arms, the challenge a distant memory. Tee's chuckles rumbled against your skin as you swatted at him playfully. "You're so fucking evil," you accused, your voice filled with love and laughter.

"You love it," Tee countered, kissing your neck. "'Just the tip, Tee. Just a little more, Tee.'" He mimicked your earlier pleas, his voice teasing and full of laughter.

You couldn't help but laugh, your body still trembling from the aftershocks of your orgasm. "Shut up," you said, your voice muffled against his shoulder. "You just lucky you good at this."

Tee leaned back, grinning down at you. "Good?" He repeated. "Baby, I'm the fucking best, and you know it."

You couldn't argue with that. "Fine," you said, your voice a mix of defeat and satisfaction. "You win. But you still cleaning the house."

"You the one that lost, remember?" Tee chuckled, his chest rising and falling with each breath. He pulled out of you, a smug smile playing on his lips as he watched you struggle to sit up, your legs still weak.

You rolled your eyes, but the smile on your face was genuine. "Whatever, you agreed to it," you said, though the protest lacked any real bite.

Tee leaned back, his sweatpants hanging low on his hips, his chest rising and falling with each breath. He looked down at you, sprawled out on the couch, your lips swollen and your chest heaving. He couldn't resist the urge to lean down and kiss you again, his lips finding yours in a lazy, lingering press. "Mm, you taste so good," he murmured against your mouth.

Your eyes fluttered open, a satisfied smile playing on your lips. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer. "So do you," you whispered, your eyes searching his. The love in his gaze made your heart flutter.

Your fingers traced lazy patterns on Tee's back as you thought about the challenge. "You know," you began, your voice a lazy drawl, "I might have to make sure we never do that again."

Tee chuckled, his chest rumbling against yours. "Why's that?" He nibbled on your earlobe, making you squirm.

"Because you're too good at this," you said with a playful pout. "I'm never going to win anything against you."

Tee laughed, his deep chuckles sending a warm vibration through her. "Don't worry, baby," he said, his hand moving to cup your cheek. "I'll let you win at something."

You squinted your eyes as Tee fought back a laugh. "Nah, never mind," he gave in, retracting his hand and tickling your side. You squealed and giggled, trying to get away, but his grip was too firm, his touch too playful.

"Tee, stop!" you giggled, squirming under him. But your protests were weak, and your laughter only encouraged him more.

"Okay, okay," he said, his chuckles subsiding. "But you gotta admit, that was worth it." He leaned in, his mouth capturing yours in a sweet, tender kiss that made your heart swell.

Your eyes sparkled with mischief as you pulled away. "Maybe," you conceded, your voice light and playful. "But next time, I'm definitely winning."

"We'll see about that," Tee said, his eyes twinkling with a competitive glint.

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THE NATIONAL FOOTBALL LEAGUE.

JOE BURROW, the cincinnati bengals. JUSTIN HERBERT, the los angeles chargers. TEE HIGGINS, the cincinnati bengals. JALEN HURTS, the philadelphia eagles. ANDREI IOSIVAS, the cincinnati bengals.

THE NATIONAL HOCKEY LEAGUE.

MATHEW BARZAL, the new york islanders. JAMIE OLEKSIAK, the seattle kraken. ANDREI SVECHNIKOV, the carolina hurricanes. MATTHEW TKACHUK, the florida panthers.

THE NATIONAL BASKETBALL LEAGUE.

LAMELO BALL, the charlotte hornets. DEVIN BOOKER, the phoenix suns.

FORMULA 1.

LEWIS HAMILTON, scuderia ferrari. LANDO NORRIS, mclaren formula 1 team. CARLOS SAINZ JR., williams racing.

FOOTBALL.

TRENT ALEXANDER-ARNOLD, liverpool fc. JUDE BELLINGHAM, real madrid cf. MASON MOUNT, manchester united fc.

SERIES COLLECTION.

NO NUT NOVEMBER, 2K24 ┉ a collection of smuts based on the concept of "no nut november". featuring: andrei svechnikov, tee higgins, lando norris, devin booker, mathew barzal, joe burrow, jude bellingham, carlos sainz jr., andrei iosivas, trent alexander-arnold, & mason mount.

[bengals-barnesbabe]

Picture Day

Tee Higgins x Chase!Reader

Desc: You start getting antsy 5 weeks postpartum and find something to do with your hands.

TW: nothing too bad, mostly fluff.

Princess Ti | Main Masterlist

WC: about 1k

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The buzz from your clippers fed your creative soul. You had only come in the salon to reminisce and take some time to yourself while your baby girl naps. You couldn't help but miss the chatter of clientele and the smell of coconut oil usually in the air. The pristine white counters in front of each station were completely bare, only each counter’s handheld hair dryer sticking out of the black cubbies.

Sitting in front of the first station, you think back to when your husband asked you what you really wanted in your home. It was a ballsy ask, in your opinion; you weren’t even sure what he meant by it. But he said you could turn the basement into whatever you wanted. It baffled you because you thought he’d want a man cave to escape the realities of marriage. That’s what your dad did, so you thought it was normal to think so.

So you tossed around the idea of taking on more personal and private clients in a home suite. A month later, he pleasantly surprised you with a fully furnished and functional home salon. It resembled a mini version of your main salon in the city. There is nothing that man wouldn't do for you.

After giving birth, Tee kicked into full dad mode. When he said your only job once Tiana was born was to just take care of her, he did not go back on his word. He's been an absolutely phenomenal father and partner, always taking her when you need a break, making sure you eat and stay hydrated, and even getting up during the night to calm her down. Him and your brother are literally upstairs putting together a new nursery glider so your morning feedings can be cozier.

Maybe that's why you're so antsy. You were so used to always caring for others; now that someone is holding you down the same way, you don't know what to do with yourself. You don't even cook anymore. Your mom has been handling all the meals so you can take time and heal. Everything they were doing was amazing, and you deeply appreciated it, but damn, you were bored.

The sound of your phone buzzing made your train of thought drown.

Bigheaded Dumbass🐧

we're done with yo fancy ass chair, come see it while Titi still sleep

sent at 2:23 pm

You thought about going back upstairs for a minute, but a different idea caught your attention.

To: Bigheaded Dumbass🐧

I have a better idea, you bring your wack ass fade to the basement and come sit in my chair😌

read at 2:27 pm

Bigheaded Dumbass🐧

arent you supposed to be resting, imma tell momma👎🏾

To: Bigheaded Dumbass🐧

Im offering you a free haircut and you wanna go rat me out😑 don't you have team pictures in a few days👀

Bigheaded Dumbass🐧

fine im coming, but when momma finds out I'm blaming you

To: Bigheaded Dumbass🐧

yea right, just come down here. AND DONT TELL TEE!

Bigheaded Dumbass🐧

yea... a little late for that one😬

read at 2:33 pm

Great, just when you thought you'd be able to do your own thing, your little brother goes and fucks it up before it happens.

Oh well, you shrugged and walked over to the back of the salon for your supplies to set up for Ja'Marr's haircut. You grabbed an apron for you and a barber cape for him (even though you should let him be itchy for threatening to snitch), your black pro clippers, a razor, a number 1 and 2 comb, some holding spray, and a brush. Then, set up your chair.

Minutes later, you were all ready, and your client walked in with your husband.

"Y/n, what are you doing?" He asked with an amused smirk on his face.

"I'm giving my brother the haircut he so desperately needs." You smile back, patting the back of the chair for J to sit down.

"You're supposed to be resting." He crosses his arms as you drape the cape over your brother.

Smirking, you untie your apron and walk up to your husband with your hands on your hips. "Look at me, babe." You slowly spin around to give him an eyeful of your postpartum baby body.

"I see you, mamas. Trust me, I see you." The very nice thing about everyone making sure you take care of yourself these last few weeks has been your ability to prioritize your "snap back." You weren't working out to get to a certain shape. You were just prioritizing strengthening your core, which meant some belly binding, light ab exercises, and self-care. You were nowhere near your pre-baby weight, but you liked the extra curves, and someone else did too.

"You can't just expect me to just sit down and wait for Tiana to wake up. I gotta keep my body active, practice my trade."

He knew you were saying words, but ever since that apron came off, his mind was somewhere else. "Oh, I know how you can get active."

"Alright, y'all just nasty. Am I getting my hair done or what?" Ja'Marr groans from behind you.

"Yea Tee, you gon' let me work or what?" You say, biting your lip.

He takes a deep breath and shakes his head. "Fine," he says, pulling a waiting chair over to the corner of your area. The 6-week rule playing over and over in his mind.

"Good, now let's get to work. Don't worry babe, you're next." You chirp, picking up the brush to begin the haircut.

But Ja'Marr jerks his head away. "Ay, Y/n don't go too rough now."

You can't help but snort. "Yes, yes, I know. You too tenderheaded for my skills."

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~ a/n: yall see what I did there ;) last addition to the au for a while. time to go work on some other fics ♡

[bengals-barnesbabe]

Princess Ti

Pair: Husband!Tee Higgins x Chase Sister!Reader

Descr: The day everyone’s been waiting for is here, GAME DAY- wait something’s not right.

TW: language, mentions of sex, childbirth.

Picture Day | Main Masterlist

WC: 5k

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“Y/n, it’s almost kick off!” Your mother-in-law calls out.

You huff hugging your bump, looking at the shirt you’d usually be wearing for game day if you weren’t 41 weeks pregnant.

Usually, you'd be at the game cheering your husband and younger brother on from the stands, but that wasn't really an option this far along in your pregnancy. But you at least wanted to indulge in your favorite game day tradition: wearing Tee's jersey. However, that wasn’t going so smoothly either.

Your bedroom door opens, and Tee’s mom pops her head in. “You okay, darlin’?”

“I would be, but I’m still pregnant, so I’m not.” She chuckles and sits on the bed next to Tee’s jersey. 

“I know how you feel. You’re tired, antsy, anxious, moody. Little princess is really enjoying her time in there.” She offers you a kind smile.

“I think I made too good of home in there. Tee says there’s no better place for her to be than the womb. Of course, he would because he doesn’t have swollen ankles and an extra 30 lbs to carry on his torso. He was so scared I’d go into early labor that I think he convinced her to stay longer. 2 more weeks and she’ll be evicted via C-section, and that’s the last thing I want.” You pout, joining her on the bed.

“Hey, everything’s going to be fine. You’ve been doing everything right to get your body ready for this. She’ll come when it’s right. You said you woke up with contractions, right?”

You nod your head, “Braxton hicks. I’ve been dilated 2 centimeters for a week. Tee didn’t want to go to work, but it only lasted 15 minutes. The last one was actually before you came in, but it didn’t last long. It’s been like this since I hit 37 weeks.”

“Hey, you never know; babies surprise everyone.” You chuckle.

“I think I can fix this problem, though.” She points to the jersey. “Have a pair of scissors around?”

You go over to your vanity and dig out some hair scissors. She takes them and cuts a long triangle up the sides. “Here, now you can wear it and be comfortable.”

You slip the jersey over your white tee and admire her handiwork. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome; now we have a game to watch.” You happily link arms and join your mother in the living room.

“Y/n, your brother is driving me insane.” You roll your eyes when you see her eyes glued to her phone.

“What’d he do this time?” You sit between the ladies and hog a bowl of pretzels as she goes on about Ja’Marr’s post-game dinner requests.

You spend the next half snacking, yelling at the screen (not that you’d ever tell your husband), and listening to your mothers chat about their sons. You fell asleep during the start of the third quarter but woke to the same pain you felt this morning.

“I’m so tired of these fake ass contractions.” You hold on to your belly as the tightening gets worse. “Sorry for my language.”

Your mother shakes her head. “Babygirl, you’re in pain. No one is judging a few curse words, even if we both know you have a sailor’s tongue.”

“Momma, what-whatever, fuck- J told you isn’t- oh my god.” You grab hold of her hand as it’s held out.

“Hey hey, breathe, Y/n, breathe. Are you timing this?” Your mother-in-law nods as alarmed as yours. 

Your eyes squinched, teeth gritted, and you cried out in a pain you’d never felt before. “Mommy!”

“Yeah, baby, I’m right here.” You feel her free hand run your back. You try to do the breathing exercises she tells you and finally exhale when the pain dials down.

“Y/n?” You look up at the woman teary-eyed. 

“I lied, I don’t think these are Braxton hicks. They started a few hours after he left. I thought they were fake until they were happening every other hour. Now there’s even less time between them.” 

“I’m calling your midwife over and texting my son.” Your mother-in-law rubs your leg with a smile.

“Y/n, why didn’t you tell us you were in labor?” 

“Because I’m not. My water hasn’t broken yet, and they aren’t that close together. Tee’s not here. It’s not happening right now. If she wanted to come, it should've been this morning. It can’t be happening.” You shake your head and look up at the TV. As if on cue, your husband catches a pass and runs it to the endzone.

“Aww, babygirl, I know it’s scary, but this is what we’ve been waiting for.” She brings your head to her shoulder.

“The game isn’t over; we can’t just- ohhh fuck it’s back,” you whine as the contractions come back tenfold. You feel it everywhere now, your abdomen, back, pelvis- it was like you were being stabbed and electrified all over.

“Sarah is on her way over, and I called someone to get Tee.”

❁ཻུ۪۪♡

“Great catch, Tee! Great job, baby!” His teammates hollered as the wide receiver jogged over to the bench. 

The Bengals were winning 28 - 18 over the Browns, with both Tee and Ja’Marr catching each pass that came their way. Tee was all smiles as he sat back and took off his helmet. 

“That’s right, boy, show ‘em who's they daddy!” He chuckles as Ja’Marr hypes him up.

“Aight now, only one person can call me that, and she ain’t here yet.” They do their handshake with similar smiles. 

“Now that game gon be special,” Ja’Marr says before one of the sideline managers approaches them. “Hey, what’s the rush?” 

The girl looks at Tee with a sheepish smile.

He furrows his brows. “What’s wrong?”

She catches her breath and then speaks up. “We just got a call from your mom, your wife- Y/n’s in labor.”

“My sister’s in labor! Shit, I guess that day’s today.” Ja’Marr chuckles as his brother-in-law jumps up.

“I gotta go- wait, Coach- fuck.”

“Don’t worry, just go, Taylor knows. Go meet your daughter.” She smiles, ushering him off the field.

“I’ll catch up with y’all later. Take care of them! Good luck!” Tee waves as he runs into the tunnel.  

❁ཻུ۪۪♡

Your midwife, Sarah, arrived at the house minutes after calling her and, making her the third person in your presence who seemed to enjoy your pain. Then, before she could even examine you, you leaned over in pain and felt a small gush of fluids coat your shorts. 

On the way to the birth center, you were shifting between feeling extremely anxious, pure electrocuting pain, and intense worry. Everything was happening so fast, and the fact that your husband wasn’t here was making all your nerves go off. 

“Wow, this room is really nice. I had all my babies in a cheap ass hospital, so I’m not used to this kind of luxury.” Your mom praised as you settled into your birthing room.

“Momma, I’m begging you.” 

Tee still hadn’t arrived yet, it that, along with the fact that you were currently 5 centimeters dilated, was not helping calm your anxiety at all. Sarah and the two moms in the room were doing their best to soothe your aches, but nothing beats the comfort of being in your man’s arms during your time in need.

“Maybe you should rethink the epidural, baby.” Mama T suggests while tying your braids up into a bun.

“Yea, babygirl, it could help. It’s never too late to ask.” Your mom added. 

In return, you shook your head, unable to open your eyes due to the pain. “No, we had a plan. No matter how bad it gets, I don’t want them to take away any of my senses.”

 God, how badly you needed your husband. You wanted him to be the one rubbing your back and helping you through the worst pain you’ve ever felt. How could he not be here right now? He’s been waiting for this day longer than you and is late! 

“Where the fuck is my husband?” You grunt through your gritted teeth.

“He’s on his way sweetheart, just breath.” Sarah coos, earning a deadly side eye from you. 

“I’m going to kill him.”

“How about you think about how happy and relieved you’re gonna be when all this is over and your baby girl is safely in your arms.”

“Why did I let him do this to me?” You groaned, completely ignoring her. As the contraction subsides, you lay your hand over your eyes and let the exhaustion of labor pull you into a shallow slumber.

“Maybe we should start her on some Nitrous?”

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About Nine Months Ago..

“My boobs have been absolutely killing me.” You hiss as you palm the tender flesh. 

“Want me to massage ‘em for ya?” You catch the cheeky smile on your husband’s face through the bathroom mirror and shake your head.

“No, Tamaurice, that will make them worse.” 

“Awww, the government name. What did I do this time?” he lightly groans, shuffling into the bathroom like a sad toddler.

“Nothing that this can’t tell us.” You shrug, pulling a box out of a CVS bag. 

“Y/n?”

“Tee?”

“That’s a pregnancy test.” 

Ever since you and Tee got married, you kept a box hidden in the lower cabinet for emergencies. “Yes, it is.” 

“Why do you already have it?” It started as a gag gift from one of your friends. It was a Secret Santa party, and they thought it would be funny since you always joke about how much sex you and Tee have.

“Baby, it’s just a precaution. I could be just PMSing, but we have to rule out the possibility.”

“How many of these have you taken without me knowing?” Enough to know you want this one to be positive.

He turns your body to face his and perfectly reads the longing on your face. You want this to be the last one more than anything.

“Why didn’t you tell me you wanted to have a baby?” You shrugged, not knowing what to say.

“Y/n, I’m your husband. Remember that really expensive party on that mountain of snow? That was a wedding.” He chuckles as you slap his chest.

“I’m very aware that we’re married. It only happened eight months ago. I just didn’t want to be disappointed when you said no.” You frown, looking down.

“Hey, hey. Baby, don’t do that; let me see you.” His voice is calm and soft as he lifts your head to see his warm smile. “If you had told me you wanted to have a baby, I would’ve gotten you pregnant the second we got to the islands.” 

“Really?” He lifts you onto the counter so you can be eye to eye and smirks.

“Oh yeah, there’s nothing sexier than my wife walking around with my last name and my baby cooking for all the world to see. Fuck I’d love to see you pregnant with my jersey on. Then, by the end I get to raise a baby that looks just like you. I couldn’t be happier about that. Then after our little prince or princess is old enough and your ready, I’ll fuck you full of me again until there’s no doubt we’ll have another one on the way.”

Hearing him talk about getting you pregnant is so possessive, dirty, raunchy even, but all around absolutely amazing. He wants this just as much as you do, and maybe more. God, you’re lucky.

Grabbing his face, you smile as big as possible. “I love you so much, Tamaurice.” Then press your lips against his.

He chuckles into your lips and gently returns the kiss, wrapping your legs around him and hugging your body. “Ok baby, now don’t you have a test to take?” He asks after slightly pulling away, just enough for his words to come out clearly. You fully lean back and play with the braids on his neck.

“What if it’s negative?”

“Then I’ll spend the next few days making love to you all over this house, and we’ll enjoy every minute of it.” He said as if it was the sweetest dream he’d ever had, then pecked your forehead. “Okay mamas?”

Oh that name brought chills down your spine. You nodded as he lifted you off the counter and onto your feet. Taking a deep breath, you finally open the pink box and take out the test. “Will you stay here with me?”

“Of course, I will; now go pee on that stick mama.” He winks, slapping your butt as you walk into the water closet (private toilet). 

“I’m right here baby!” You roll your eyes but enjoy every bit of his enthusiasm. “I don’t hear any pissing, just giggling.”

“Oh my god, Tee, give it a second!”

“Want me to bring you some water? Actually I have a better idea.” Then he turns on the faucet. What’s not to love about this man?

Moments later, he hears a flush, and you join him back at the counter. “So…”

“We have to wait 15 minutes for the test to develop fully, " you said, putting the stick back in the box and washing your hands.

“You know waiting’s never been my strong suit.”

You roll your eyes and hop onto the counter. “Tell me a secret then.”

“Only if you tell me one.” He challenges laying his hands on your thighs.

“Deal.” You both smirk and count to 3 on your fingers. 

“Ja’Marr wasn’t the one who finished the rice and peas.”

“I hate making pecan pie.”

Your eyes widen while his jaw drops. “Baby, how the hell did you eat a whole pot of rice and peas?”

“Mamas, who gives a shit about the rice. You said you loved pecan pie. You asked my momma for the recipe!” Tee’s grip on your thighs deepens a bit.

“I said it because it was your favorite, and I wanted that second date! You can’t blame me for liking your fine ass. I would pretend to play flag football if it meant you’d like me as much as I did you. You know I hate running.” You whine, wrapping your arms around his neck and pecking his pouty lips.

His lips curve back up in a smile as he chuckles. “You do hate running, so you’ve made that pie every year on my birthday, Thanksgiving, Christmas shit whenever I mention it all for me. You’ve never liked it once?”

You slowly nod, biting your lip. “Nope.”

A smirk grows on his handsome face, exposing his sparkly teeth. “You must’ve really liked a nigga to be doin’ all the cooking with no ring.” 

You snort, rolling your eyes as he wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you into his chest. “Of course I fucking liked you, have you met yourself. You’re probably the most charismatic, fine, intelligent, kind, sexy man I’ve ever met.” You smile, pecking his lips until he meets your lips with more force. 

After the short but sweet kiss, he pulls back from your lips but leaves your foreheads touching. “Damn, I don’t know what I did to deserve a woman like you. But I thank god every day for you. You know I’d do anything for you, too, right? Without you, I wouldn’t be the man I am today. After my first year in the league, I was feeling really low. Then, this angel walked onto the practice field and changed my life. There was no way I would’ve turned you down, not when you brought a light to my life I didn’t realize was missing.” You smile misty-eyed as he wipes away a stray tear.

“Shit, the only thing I regret in life is not buying you a ring sooner.” He says, causing you to scoff.

“Oh, two years was too late for you?”

“Oh, yeah. I was ready to be with you forever from day one. Your big-headed brother is the one who told me to wait, " he smirked.

You chuckle, laying a hand on his cheek. “Well, it doesn’t matter now. I’m yours, and you’re mine; everyone else be damned.” His head turns slightly, and he kisses your palm.

“Just me and you, baby.”

Then the timer goes off.

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When Tee finally reaches the birth center, he finds your mother pacing outside.

“Hey, mama J, what’s wrong? Is she alright? Is it the baby? Oh god, what happened?” He asks with his hands going to the top of his head, panicked and looking through doors to see if anything is happening.

“Oh, thank goodness you’re here.” She sighs in relief, taking the corner of his shirt and dragging him inside.

“It’s bad, isn’t it? I told her I should’ve stayed home today, but she was too stubborn, and now-

“Now, she can finally relax because you’re here.” She smiles and turns into the room. You smiled immediately upon seeing the love of your life.

“Oh fucking, finally!” Tee lets out the breath he was holding in and rushes over to your bedside. “You took your sweet ass time.”

He chuckles at your grumpiness and lifts your chin for your lips to meet briefly. “I’m sorry, mamas, I got stuck in the pads and walked into a few walls trying to get them off.”

You press your lips together to suppress your laughter. “Okay, that makes everything better, " you say as the chuckles bubble to the surface. While you release your amusement, he admires how adorable you look in your soft pink gown, with your long braids pulled up into a bun and your large bump with a fetal monitor wrapped around it.

“I can’t believe we’re having a baby. How are you so calm right now? I’ve been freaking out since this morning.” He looks over at your contraction waves and goes bugged-eyed by the giant waves produced in contrast to your bubbly appearance. “What the hell?”

“She’s on nitrous.” His mom looks over, smirking. 

“Shit, momma, I forgot you were here.” He nervously chuckles as she walks over to her son and hugs him.

“That’s ok, you have more pressing matters. You should’ve seen her earlier, though. I thought she was gonna start swinging.” The pair look over at you, taking selfies in your hospital bed.

“Now look at her, giving birth and snapping pics, mm mm mm kids nowadays.”

Then, another wave of contractions hit you a bit differently. “Oh shit.” You raise and hug your belly. “Someone call Sarah right now!”

Tee’s brows scrunch. “What’s up?”

“The baby’s coming.” You take the oxygen mask your mom hands to you and take a deep breath. He comes over and puts his hand on your lower back.

“I know, that’s why we’re here.” You shake your head and grab his free hand, squeezing as hard as possible. “Baby?”

“There’s this pressure- a lot of fucking pressure. I feel like I need to push.” You groan out.

“Wait, you mean push push?” He asks wide-eyed.

“Yes, fuck! Oh my god! Fucking shit! Why the hell did I let you do this to me?”

“Ok, we need to order more nitrous.”

“Hello friends, oh Tamaurice, I'm glad you could join us today.” Sarah chimes, walking into the room in full gear.

“Oh, that was fast.” Tee remarks.

“I heard her from down the hall, so I assume it’s baby time!” Your midwife cheers, rolling her stool over to the bed.

Suddenly, all the anxiety from earlier about Tee missing your daughter’s birth evolves into anxiety about the birth itself. “Wait, wait, wait. Baby, I don’t think I can do this. We haven’t thought this through. I’m not ready. I can’t do this.”

“Hey hey hey,” Tee cups your face in his hands and takes in the immense worry in your eyes. “Y/n, you are way more than prepared. You know exactly what to do and have all the strength to do it. You’ve done an amazing job cooking and caring for her in there, but it’s time for her to be in your arms instead of your belly.”

“But what if I’m not a good mom? What if she comes out and we just fuck her up?” Your voice trembles as you lean into him.

“Mamas, you aren’t going to be a good mom- you’ll be the best. Every decision you’ve made in the past year was for her. Our princess is being welcomed by my queen, and my queen only gives her 110%. My queen also has a king who is willing to do any and everything for you. This king is also ready to meet his Princess Ti, and I bet her momma is too.” He pecks your lips and then smiles as your tears dry up.

“Okay, let’s have a baby.”

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The following two hours felt like a blur of emotions: voices of your loved ones urging you to push, the hands-on your body holding you up, the exhaustion of the labor wanting to take over. Then, it all fluttered away with a sudden relief and a sharp cry. You immediately slumped back into the bed, the exertion impacting every part of your body. You wanted to fall asleep right there, now that all the pain had drifted away and you felt at ease. 

Then you opened your eyes and saw her.

At first, it was just a tiny head of dark hair. Then your midwife turned around, and there she was, wrapped up in a pink swaddle cloth, one hand swiping at her light brown cheeks and big eyes searching the room. 

“Oh my god.” Your whisper makes her eyes dark right to you, and she lets out a whimper.

“You want your mama, don’t you? Come on, sweet pea.” Sarah coos and you gently place her in your arms. 

“Oh wow, you’re real.” You breathily whisper to yourself. The infant’s eyes stay on you like you're the only person in the world, just like yours stay locked on her. “Hi, baby.” 

“She’s beautiful, isn’t she?” Tee leans over to kiss your head. You nod, stroking her tiny cheeks. 

“Yeah, she looks just like her momma.” He smiles, caressing her head.

“She’s amazing, I can’t believe we made her.” You sniffle. “Baby, we’re parents.” You smile, looking up at your husband.

“Speaking of, mom and dad, does our little angel have a name?” 

“Oh, I almost forgot,” Tee says as he rummages through the bag he brought. 

“What is it?”

He comes back with three black circular velvet boxes, one twice as big as the other two. “Here’s the real reason I was late.” You watch him smile, puzzled, while he hands you the bigger one.

“What is this?” 

“These ones,” he holds up the other two boxes, “are for our little princess from her uncles J and JB.” He smiles, opening one to reveal a small tiara.

Your eyes widen, and a gasp escapes your mouth. “Oh my god, that is the cutest thing I have ever seen.” Tee chuckles as he removes the small cap from your daughter’s head and replaces it with the small crown.

“Joe’s been asking what he should get her for months. I kept saying something fit for a princess. And he definitely delivered. He reminded me to grab it from his locker before I left. He hid it very well.” 

“And the other one?”

“I’ve had this one for a while. I think it was about a month after telling Ja’Marr that he texted me saying he had something for me to pick up.” He opens the second box.

“He didn’t.” You look up at him in complete shock and take it out of his hands.

“Pure gold bracelet, anklet, and ring set, made by the same company in NOLA that made yours. It was so hard to keep it from you; every time you had a slight ache or pain that made your days long and tiring, I wanted to bring it out and cheer you up. Especially when we found out they went out of business. I know you wanted this for our baby girl so badly. J really pulled through with this one.” Your mom joins you, looking at the set in awe. 

“I didn’t even know he knew about that.” She whispers.

“Me neither.” You sniffle as your husband kneels, takes the small bracelet out, and clasps it around your baby’s wrist.

“There are more adjustable chains for when she outgrows this one, but for now, she’s perfect.” He smiles, kissing her tiny hand.

“What about this one?” Your mom points to the box he handed you first. 

“This one is from me to my beautiful bride, who I am forever thankful for and proud of for doing one of life’s hardest jobs and giving me my baby girl.” You blink away tears as he smiles and kisses your hand before sitting on the side of the bed and revealing the last item. “I told you you’d always be my queen. And since our princess already has hers..” 

“Tee, it's beautiful.” Your voice trembled as he lifted an almost identical replica of the tiara on your baby’s head onto your own. 

“Only the best for the loves of my life.” He wipes a fallen tear from your cheek and kisses your head. Shifting over in the bed, you gesture for him to sit closer, and he gladly scoots up next to you.

Sighing in pure contentment, you lay your head on his chest. “Thank you, " you replied softly, yawning, then gently passing the bag to your husband. 

“We gotta make sure the princess lives up to her name. Ain’t that right, Tiana?” He cooes holding her with one arm and you with the other, supporting her head with your body.

“Yea my little girl’s not gonna fall for those little f boy traps, nope. She has a daddy who will show her the universe, so no one can ever top it but yourself. My precious girl, Tiana...

You swiftly drift off into a deep sleep, listening to your husband make promises to her, knowing he will keep.

ʚ❤︎ɞ ᶫᵒᵛᵉᵧₒᵤ ʚ❤︎ɞ

A few hours later, after you’ve rested and fed your baby, Tiana receives her first visitor.

“Hey, family, where’s my Titi?” Ja’Marr sings, walking in your room.

Rolling your eyes, you nudge your head to where Tee’s sitting on the lounge chair next to your bed. 

“There she is,” he grins, sitting on the edge of the bed to admire her. “Wow, she’s incredible. You did a great job, sis.” He says, handing you two bags.

“Thank you, and thank you. How was the rest of the game?” you ask, opening the bag of steaming food, which fills the room with a mouthwatering aroma, and digging into your Cajun fries.

“It was okay. Most of the guys were worried about you. But we won, so all is well. They even dedicated the win to baby Tiana.” He chuckles, removing the beanie from his head.

“Holy shit,” you gasp, causing some of the fries to fall onto your gown.

He looks back at you, confused. “What?”

“Oh right, I forgot to tell her you buzzed your hair too.” Tee mentions it as if it was nothing.

“Bro, seriously.” Your brother questions, earning a shrug from your husband.

You continue to stare at him in shock but resume eating. “Did you do it yourself too?”

He shakes his head. “Hell nah, not after what I did to him.” You snort, thinking about the impromptu shape-up you had to give your husband.

“Yeah Tiana didn’t enjoy it either; she kicked so much that day.” 

“Baby, you sure it wasn’t because you overloaded on sugar beforehand?” Tee smirked, stealing one of your fries.

Before you can respond, you hear a whine come from his arms. 

“Oh, I'm sorry, Tiana. Are we not paying attention to you?” You smile at his ‘baby voice’ and look over to watch them interact, like everyone else in the room.

“Damn, she looks exactly like you, Y/n. Especially with the gold.” Ja’Marr winks.

“I still can’t believe you kept them a secret from me for eight months. I cried for days when they announced that they were closing down. I don’t know if you're the best or worst brother doing this to me.” He chuckled, wrapping an arm around you. 

“I think I earned brother of the year with that set.” You snorted, shaking your head.

“Yea, no, not with that haircut. Now go hold your niece.” You ordered, shoving him off the bed.

“Hey, that’s fine by me. Come on,  Titi, it’s Uncle Marr time.” He gave Tee grabby hands until the baby was passed into his arms then he took the seat.

“Thank goodness you don’t look anything like your dad. You might have his last name, but you got all the good Chase features.” Your husband rolls his eyes, joining you on the bed.

Wrapping his arms around you, he sighs softly. “That’s my princess.”

“I know, honey. Think about this: she might not have it now, but when she gets older, I know she’s gonna have your amazing smile.” 

“You think so?” You nodded, then kissed his lips. 

“I know so because that’s the only expression she’s going to know. She’s going to learn that she has the best daddy who always makes sure her momma is smiling. She'll never have to worry with you by her side.” 

He chuckled, showcasing his award-winning smile. “I love you and Tiana so much.”

“We know, right, Titi?” Your daughter wiggled in her uncle’s arms, trying to find your voice, and then a slight whimper started to bubble.

“Oh, come on, Tiana, we were having a moment.” Ja’Marr pouts as the baby’s eyes start crinkling.

“I guess I’ll give you back now, but I will be back, Titi.” He mumbles, handing her to you.

“Oh, my precious princess Ti.”

﹌﹌﹌ ꕥ ﹌﹌﹌ ꕥ ﹌﹌﹌ ꕥ ﹌﹌﹌

a/n: I don't think I've ever worked on a fic as much and as hard as this one. I'm very glad it's finished, so yall enjoy. The final part of this mini series will be out next week!

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Started: 15 April 2024

Last Updated: 12 December 2024

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Joe Burrow

☾ ⋆*･ﾟseries ⋆*･ﾟ

track 9 ~ ⭐️🌸💔📝

“thank you tiktok” ~ 🌸❤️‍🔥📱

✧*̥˚ one shots *̥˚✧

unattainable ~ 🌸 💔 early mornings ~ 🌸 washday at Joe's ~ 🌸❤️‍🔥 pick up lines w/ JB9 ~ ❤️‍🔥

coach burrow ~ 🌸

call me back ~ 💔❤️‍🩹

fuck your status ~ ❤️‍🔥

fys (babe's version) ~ ❤️‍🔥

parent trapping pt.1 ~ 🌸📱

there's something you should know ~ 💔❤️‍🩹🌸

the girl behind the camera ~ 🌸❤️‍🩹

not future...now ~ ❤️‍🔥💔

upcoming: players ~ ❤️‍🔥💔 🌸 (soon)

upcoming: coach burrow 2: game time

upcoming: calm down

upcoming: play something for me

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mrs. burrow #1 ~ 🌸

off the grid ~ 🌸❤️‍🔥

did you miss me ~ ❤️‍🔥

frustrated ~ ❤️‍🔥💔

baby boy ~ ❤️‍🔥 📱

relax for me ~ ❤️‍🩹❤️‍🔥 📱

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Tee Higgins

✧*̥˚ one shots *̥˚✧

tender-headed ~ 🌸 legacy ~ 🌸

things are changing ~ 🌸

princess ti ~ ❤️‍🩹🌸☀️

picture day ~ 🌸

busy for who? ~📱❤️‍🔥

there goes my baby ~📱❤️‍🔥🌸

cheater ~ 📱🌸❤️‍🩹

upcoming: looking for revenge feelings

:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ

CJ Stroud

✧*̥˚ one shots *̥˚✧

open practice ~ 🌸

:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ

Ja'Marr Chase

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reparations ~📱

cheater ~ 📱🌸❤️‍🩹

dream girl ~ 🌸❤️‍🩹

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CeeDee Lamb

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hey girly ~ 📱🌸

┊͙✧˖. mini series *°࿐

failed sneaky link ~ 📱❤️‍🔥🌸

:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ

Andrei Iosivas

✧*̥˚ one shots *̥˚✧

ex for a reason ~ 📱🌸💔

what i want | part 2 ~ ⭐️🌸

:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ

Justin Jefferson

✧*̥˚ one shots *̥˚✧

closet date ~ 🌸❤️‍🔥

upcoming: you're my home

:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ

James "Bucky" Barnes

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x red widow

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mission report: pending… - 💔💖

mission accomplished- 💔🌸❤️‍🔥📝

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Tender-headed

Tee Higgins x Black!WifeReader

Word Count: 670

Things Are Changing | Main Masterlist

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"Tee I swear to god if you move again."

It's the night before the first Bengals game of the season and you're helping your husband get ready to start the season off right. Which includes doing his and Ja'Marr's hair, usually you'd have already done it, but they like doing things last minute just because they can.

"Man, it's really not that bad." Ja'Marr smirks as he watches his fellow receiver squirm.

"You trippin, baby you are grippin my damn brain right now." You roll your eyes at Tee's antics.

"Tamaurice stop acting like a baby. Did you or did you not pick 'Pop Smoke braids?"

"I thought it was gon' be fast, I aint think you'd be putting your whole self on my head. Ow shit-" He winces as you start another plait.

"You know, I've had children sit better than you." He turns his head with a deadpan look on his face. Ja'Marr, from the kitchen, immediately busted out laughing.

"You too, Uno! And why are you eating my chicken?"

"Cuz' you my sister and I'm hungry." You shake your head and go back to Tee's hair, which would be done if he would just sit still. But instead of letting you finish he lifts himself off the floor and joins your younger brother.

"I need a break."

"I want a divorce." You slump back on the couch, brushing the loose hair off your pajama pants.

"What was that?" Your husband calls out.

"Oh nothing, just me regretting following my idiot brother to Ohio." Ja'Marr snorts.

"You should be thanking me. I got you better clients and even though I told you stay away from my teammates, you found a husband."

You give him a stank face even if he may have a point.

Tee comes back to the couch with a plate so full you'd think he hadn't eaten dinner an hour ago. "Didn't get your fill earlier?"

"Nah, but half of it is yours." He says handing you a fork.

"Baby I'm good, I ate with y'all remember?" You chuckle while low-key eyeing the homemade potato salad.

He rolls his eyes before 'force' feeding you. "You forget that I know you, that shit was cute on our first date, but you my woman now." You close your eyes as the flavors marry together in your mouth.

"Mhm exactly." He leans and pecks your lips.

"That's my cue. Goodnight ya nasty lovebirds." Ja'Marr announces. The front door slams shut a few seconds later.

"I thought he'd never leave." You chuckle.

"Thank god he did, cause now I can do this." He cups your chin and pulls you in for a much deeper sensual kiss. You immediately melt against his plush lips and allow him full access past your lips. The remnants of his cologne fill your senses and ignite a fire in your chest. You clutch his shirt closing the inches of space between you as his tongue relearns the grooves of your mouth.

"Baby." You attempt mutter, but it's swallowed by your lover.

He finally pulls away with a deep rumble in his chest, "yea?" He asks with lidded eyes.

"We need to finish your hair." You say taking your swollen lips between your teeth. He swipes his tongue over his bottom lip.

"Yea." Neither of you move, too engrossed in each other's gaze. His eyes flicker back down to your lips and a smile grows on his face.

You break away from your trance as his hand strokes your thigh. "I mean it." Slapping away his hand, but he just grips it harder.

"Tee..."

A deep grumble is released into the air. "Why you wanna get rid of me so bad?"

"I don't, but the faster we get done the sooner we can move to the bedroom." A look of mischief flashes in his eyes that has him planting himself back on the carpet.

"Aight, let's go and skip the mousse." A light giggle leaves your lips.

"I'll see what I can do."

• ♡ •

a/n: not 'Legacy' but I could not stop thinking about this idea so I had to write it. but now I'll be able to focus on 'legacy' lol

[v6quewrlds]

For Tee being his gf that's not his gf gf and you see him with someone (his girl cousin that's basically his bestie) in group settings (his cousin's birthday dinner) and you're 😔 you ghost him so he comes and confronts you about it lol

“Girl, I don't know what to do,” you said into your phone, pacing around your tiny apartment. You couldn't keep the frustration out of your voice. Your friend's sigh echoed through the speaker.

“Bae, you gotta talk to him,” your friend replied, her voice filled with a blend of concern and exasperation. “You can't just ghost Tee like that. He's not gonna get the hint unless you actually tell him what's up.”

You stopped in your tracks, looking down at the photo on your screen. The pretty girl's smile was wide and bright, while Tee's arm was casually slung around her shoulders. It was all so public. So casual. So unlike the private moments you and Tee shared. You knew deep down that you were probably overreacting, but the sting was too real to ignore.

“But what if he's just playing me?” you asked, your voice quivering slightly. “What if he's just keeping me around for the low-key moments and doesn't think I'm good enough for the public?”

Your friend, Serena, sighed again, this time with a hint of understanding. “Look, I know you're feeling insecure, and you guys have been dating for a minute now. But let's be real, he's a public figure. He's got a whole public life outside of what you guys do together. You can't expect him to immediately bring you into his world without being sure that you're ready for everything that comes with it.”

You nodded, though Serena couldn't see it. Your thoughts were racing, trying to figure out how to navigate this uncharted territory. “I guess you're right,” you murmured, your thought cut off with the sound of another incoming call. You checked the screen. It was Tee.

Your heart skipped a beat. You had been dodging his calls and texts for a week now, but with Serena finally talking you down from your hurt, you sent her off, switching over to answer Tee's call.

“Yo, where you been? You ghostin' me or what?” Tee’s voice was gruff, his words cutting through the silence like a knife.

You took a deep breath. “I saw that picture with the girl at that party you couldn't take me to. Who is she?”

Tee's tone immediately shifted to confusion. “Which picture? What party?”

“Don't play dumb with me, Tee. That post on Instagram. You had your arm around some girl, smiling like she's your girlfriend, and I'm just sitting here wondering why you don't take me to any of these events,” you said, your voice rising.

“Hold up. Baby, that's my cousin, Tamara. It was a family reunion, and she's one of my best friends, Check my following list, she got the same last name as me,” Tee tried to explain, his voice calm but firm.

You were at a loss for words as you processed Tee's explanation and request. You searched for a Tamara and felt a mix of relief and embarrassment wash over you. “Your cousin?” you repeated, your voice small.

“I'm downstairs. Can I come up and talk to you?” Tee's voice was steady, cutting through the awkward silence that had enveloped you.

Your pulse was racing, but you knew you couldn't hide forever. You took a deep breath and said, “Yeah, come up.”

The sound of the elevator dinging and the thud of his footsteps grew closer. You took one final look in the mirror, smoothing down your hair and easing the remnants of frustration off your face. The knock on the door was firm, but not aggressive. You took another deep breath and opened it.

Tee's eyes searched yours, looking for any trace of the anger or hurt he knew must be there. He was dressed casually, in sweatpants and a team hoodie, but his presence still managed to fill the space. He stepped inside, and you closed the door behind him.

“So, what's really going on?” Tee asked, his arms crossing as he stood in front of you. He could tell you were hurt, and he wasn't about to let this go without getting to the bottom of it.

You handed him your phone, the Instagram post still up. You watched his expression shift from confusion to realization, his eyes scanning the screen before they met yours again. “You thought… you thought that was my girl?”

Your cheeks warmed, and you nodded. “Well, you don’t ever bring me to these things, and here you are all cozy with someone else. What was I supposed to think?”

He stepped closer, his eyes searching yours. “You’re supposed to think that you’re the one I want to be with. You’re supposed to trust me when I say I'm going to see my family.”

You felt a knot in your stomach loosen. “But you know how it looks, Tee. You got all these fans and girls throwing themselves at you, and you never bring me around your family. It’s hard not to get in my head about it.”

Tee’s expression softened, and he reached out to cup your cheek gently. “I get that. But you gotta understand, I got to protect what’s mines, especially from all that mess out there. And you are definitely mine, don't even question it.” His thumb brushed over your bottom lip.

“But I’m not your girlfriend, not in public, anyway,” you said, the sadness in your voice palpable.

Tee took a step back, his hand dropping away. He studied you for a moment. “Is that what this is about? You want a title?”

You shrugged, looking away. “I just want to know where I stand, you know? You say I’m yours, but you don’t introduce me to your family, don’t bring me to games, and now this?” You gestured to the phone he returned to your hand.

Tee sighed, running his hand over his short hair. “Look, I know I haven’t been the best at this, but I didn’t want to rush things. My life is a circus, and I just wanted to keep us between us, without the attention messing it up. But if that’s what you need from me, I can make it happen. Just tell me how to fix this.”

Your eyes searched his, looking for any sign of insincerity. Finding none, you took a step closer. “I just want to feel like I’m a part of your life, Tee. Like I’m not just some secret you keep hidden away.”

He pulled you into a tight embrace, his heart heavy with the weight of his own fears. “You are a part of my life. I’m sorry if I ever made you feel like you wasn’t. I just didn’t want to throw you into something you wasn’t ready for.” His whisper was filled with regret. “The fans can be intense, and I didn’t want to add any extra pressure to what we got going on. But if that’s what you need to feel secure, then we can talk about it. I’ll bring you around more, take you to games, introduce you to the other girls. Whatever it takes.”

You leaned into his embrace, feeling his warmth seep into your bones. “Thank you, Tee. I’m sorry for overreacting, but it’s just hard to be on the outside looking in, you know?”

He kissed the top of your head, his arms tightening around you. “I know, baby. I get it. I been moving too slow, trying to keep us out of the spotlight. But I realize now that maybe I need to let you shine with me.” He pulled back, looking into your eyes. “We good? No more ghosting?”

A small smile played on your lips. “We’re good. But don’t think this lets you off the hook. We still need to talk about all of this, and I want to meet your family, title, and everything.”

Tee grinned, his brilliant smile lighting up the room. “Yes, ma'am.” He pressed a soft kiss to your lips before pulling back with that bright smile of his. “I gotta get my bag, I'll be right back.”

Your eyebrows furrowed, “You brought an overnight with you?”

Tee chuckled, digging in his pocket for his keys. “Always be prepared, that’s what my momma taught me. I ain’t seen you in a week, and you thought I was gon’ leave without layin’ pipe? Nah.” You scoffed in disbelief, laughing with a shake of your head as Tee promised he’d be right back up.

[bengals-barnesbabe]

Things Are Changing

Pairing: Tee Higgins x Chase!SisterReader

Word Count: 1.3k

Warnings: Language and Ja'Marr being the ultimate younger brother. Mostly fluff though.

A/N: Someone requested more of this cute little universe so here ya go anon ♥︎

Tenderheaded | Main Masterlist | Princess Ti

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“I fucked up.” Tee said as soon as he got in the house. 

With the groan Ja’Marr let out, he could tell his teammate was rolling his eyes.“Man shut up, you ain’t do shit.” 

Tee shook his head and slowly looked around the corners of his place, making sure his wife wasn’t lurking behind any walls. “Y/n’s gonna kill me.” 

“No she ain’t. How are you still scared of my sister? There ain’t nothing scary about her small ass.” 

“That’s easy for you to say. I married into this family, yall shared a womb.” His brother in law snorted on the other side of the phone. 

“Don’t be weird. Look you’ll be fine as long as you leave my name out of it.” Then he hung up.

Tee sighed taking a seat on the couch. His phone had gone black allowing for his reflection to look back at him. There was no way to hide it, the short hair was a very distinct look, especially on him. He hadn’t seen his hair this short since he was a kid, but the low maintenance it provided was needed for now. The only thing he was scared of was the shape of it, it definitely wouldn’t pass his forever beautician’s standards. But he did what he had to do. 

‘Hopefully she’ll see the brightside.’ He thinks smoothing his hair forward just as the front door opens.

“Tamaurice, what the hell.” That’s a great start.

Tee turns towards his wife and smiles, hoping your favorite feature of his takes care of some of the blow. “What, you don’t like?”

You hesitantly walk up to the couch and touch his head. “It’s short.”

He chuckles and places his own on your belly, caressing the soft protruding skin. His favorite reminder of the love they share. Then he looks up at you with loving doe eyes, but is met with a slight pout.

“I did it for you.” He whispers gently taking your hands. 

“I don’t get it. I loved your hair.”

Tee sighs and lightly tugs you down into his lap. “I know, but you wouldn’t have much time to do anything with it once our little princess gets here. I don’t want you to have anything to worry about except taking care of our baby girl. While you're doing that I’ll be taking care of you.” You smile as both of your hands meet on your bump.

“That’s so sweet and thoughtful of you.” Your soft praises are joined with wet streaks down your face. “Damn these hormones.”

He chuckles as you wrap your arms around your very loving husband. “For real though,” you sniffle. “This baby is beyond lucky to have you as her dad, and I’m forever thankful to have you as my partner.”

“Only the best for my queen and our princess.” Tee wipes away your tears and pecks your soft lips.

“Mmmm does that mean you’re gonna take care of my hair too?” A playful smirk grows on your cheeks as you pick at your dark coily puff.

Tee snorts, “baby you know I got you.”

“Good, cause whoever did this to you should be put in jail.” You grimace looking over his cut again.

“It’s not that bad mamas.”

You kiss your lips with both brows raised. “You know I can cut hair right? I didn’t do all those hours of cosmetology and barber school for my husband to come home looking like one of the three stooges.”

“The whole point was so you wouldn’t have to do it.” 

“Yea well, baby’s not here yet so come on.” You stand from his lap and hold a hand out. “What?”

“We’re going to the washbowl and starting your wave journey today.” Tee shakes his head and takes your hand.

“You’re real possessive over my hair mamas.” He smirks now towering over your bronze figure.

You shrug, pulling his hand towards your in-house salon. “Duh, look what happened when you went out on your own! It looks like a blind person did it.”

“It was your brother.” Pause. You stop in your tracks then take a deep breath.

“Y-you let…JA’MARR’S DUMBASS FUCK UP YOUR HAIR! I need a minute, go to the studio.” Breathe bitch breathe.

Tee watches as you pull out your phone and start mumbling obscenities under your breath.

“Baby, its not worth it. You shouldn’t be stressing yourself out like this. Think about the baby.” 

You shake your head, the plump frown on your face unmoving. “If she’s as stubborn as you, princess will be completely fine. But she would not let this bullshit slide, her uncle Marr needs to answer for his crimes.”

“I don't think she’d be that worried about my hair compared to how I’d feel if you went into preterm labor right now.” You turned to your concerned husband, his deep brown eyes yearning for you to take a step back.

“Baby, I’m only 7 months and some change.”

Tee’s worried demeanor immediately dropped as his eyes widened. Shit, what did I say?

“You’ll be 8 months tomorrow. Was I the only one paying attention at those OB appointments?” He snorted.

You scrunched your face and looked down at where your feet would be if not for your bump in the way. “I paid attention, I just have pregnancy brain duh.” 

Tee slowly closed the distance between you and hugged you from behind. “Oh yea?”

“Mhm but don’t forget that before I was your wife, I was Uno’s big sister. So just because some things are changing around here doesn’t mean I just give up my sisterly privileges of yelling at my brother when he messes up.” 

Tee chuckles and kisses the skin where your shoulder meets your neck. “Of course not, big sister for life.”

“Exactly you get it..” The words come out breathily as you lean into his kisses.

You feel him smirk against your skin and kiss the sensitive skin behind your right ear. “What about this, I’ll go to that bakery you like and get a cheesecake sampler box.” You immediately perk up at the mention of your ultimate pregnancy craving. “If you go over to that couch and sit your pretty ass down.”

He turns you around to see your face beaming with excitement.

“The big one?”

He slowly nods. “24 flavors with the 3 extra brownie bites.” So you went and sat your ass down.

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“God this is all I’ve ever wanted in life.” You moan after biting into a slice of NY Cheesecake. Tee shakes his head in pure astonishment 

“Cheesecake?”

“Of course not. A husband who’ll drive 30 miles to get me the best damn cake in Ohio.” You smile at him. “Bonus points for being the most amazing husband even before I got pregnant.” You dote pecking his full lips with your sugary ones.

“Aww thank you mama, now can I have a bite?” He smiles but you jolt back, the cakes that were balancing on your belly now clutched in your hands. 

“Y/n.” You shake your head. “Baby there’s 26 slices left.”

“Okay and, your daughter called those.” You shrugged.

“Y/n you don’t even like some of those.”

As the soon to be mother you just point to your bump, “it’s not up to me babe. I’m just following orders.”

Tee kisses his lips then slouches into the couch. “Just following orders my ass, more like ordering my ass around. But nah I did this to myself, got the woman I love pregnant then a got a wack ass haircut. Oh yea I’m doing gr-

Before he knows it, Tee has a brownie stuffed in his face.

“Wuv woo.” He muffles attempting to smile at you.

You just shake your head and return to your own treat. “We love you too chocolate face.”

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