#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, by 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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SIKE

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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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cellular sentiment | ceedee lamb ꨄ iv

‘& shii took everything not to give yo lil ass exactly what you wanted. now call me and lemme see hear it forreal’

you stared at the message stomach in knots. part of you wanted to be excited knowing that it was something in him that yearned for you just as you did him, but the nervousness overpowered that feeling entirely.

you throw your phone on the bed in frustration.

he wants me- or at least it sounds like he does. what if its just a joke. no he’s grown and this isnt high school anymore guys dont just flirt with you as a dare anymore. but guys like him, guys that can have anybody they want, usually tend not to go for somebody whose status isnt similar to their own.

falling back onto the pillows your towel falls off of you leaving your bare body exposed to the air. nipples going frigid and you glance down at yourself- something you often try to avoid. you grab at the pudge of your stomach and sigh.

these moments tended to happen where youd find yourself being overly cautious about your body. usually itd be when you were shopping for clothes seeing as to how you didnt find yourself in a lot of situations that pertained men. you didnt seek out relationships, you never had, and whether it was due to your intense schedule or your subconscious fear of rejection you didnt take much time pondering on it. this for some reason really bothered you.

your phone began to vibrate throwing your train of thought out of the window. you stare at it as it rings body stiff and unmoving.

i cant do this right now.

declining the phone you turn on do not disturb.

you know ignoring the situation wont make it go away entirely but hopefully this will deter it for now.

ꨄ

it had been 5 days since you had last talked to cedarian and you would be lying if you said this little escapade didnt hurt. a sea of emotion still clouded your better judgement but you knew you couldnt keep it up much longer.

the calls & messages from him did not cease after that night. he felt bad that much you could tell and it made you feel ten times worse.

im sorry i shouldnt have said that

can u please answer

i shouldnt have said that

fuck please answer i js wanna talk

answer me please

im sorry goodnight

hey js got out of practice i hope you have a good day at work im sorry again for ts

please answer me

hello

goodnight im so sorry

every single message from monday on was akin to one another. you wanted to respond but you felt bad for all the time you didnt so you continued till ignore him or that was until now.

you sat in your car outside of your house as the phone rang on carplay. you groaned and hit the wheel in frustration- not at cee but at your childish antics. you sighed and clicked the green button on the screen heart thumping as you did.

the other end of the line was silent at first then came the rasp of the voice you missed so much.

“hey.” a word so simple yet it felt so loaded with emotion.

“hi.” you say in response, internally kicking yourself.

“i-i um i dont know where to begin- im sorry for what i said. it was inappropriate- really inappropriate for our friendship and i-i dont know why i even sent that. fuck im sorry these few days have been hell without talking to you.” he says voice laced with emotions- sadness and regret being the most prominent.

it tugs at your heart strings and you feel worse than you did before seeing how you made him feel. “cee, you dont have to apologize. none of this is your fault. i freaked out when i read the message and started over analyzing shit because i couldnt process my own feelings towards the situation. fuck, im sorry none of this is your fault thought.”

the other side of the line is quiet and if not for the screen still displaying his contact you would have thought he hung up.

“over analyzing what?” he quizzes and you could all but picture him somewhere eyes wondering as he chews on his bottom lip.

“the fact that you could feel even remotely attracted to me. you are you and well im just me. i-i dont know cedarian i just kept thinking someone like him- someone who has the world at their disposal could even feel something as meaningful as desire or anything towards someone like me. it just made me relive all the times i was asked out as a dare or some stupid joke. i really do like you cedarian, you are one of the only people i still have with me and i-it all felt too good too be true to think that you actually liked me too.” you say the last part quietly.

the line is quiet again and you suddenly feel stupid. “see, i knew it was too good to be real.“ you say voice shaky as tears spill from your eyes.

“what, no, no. stop crying please god stop crying i feel the same way about you. no cruel jokes or anything. you dont see yourself like i do- you are beyond beautiful.” he says words beginning to soothe the ache of your heart.

“ you dont understand how your voice is my favorite thing to hear after a game- win or loss. you dont see how when im on long flights home i go through the album of screenshots i have of just of you. you dont even know how good it felt to finally hold you in my arms after wanting to do that for so fucking long. when i say it took every ounce of self restraint i had to just hold you and nothing more when i heard you call out for me i meant that. i dont ever want you to have to want for anything as long as there is breathe in me because you deserve everything.”

hearing this your heart skips a beat. you feel an immense sense of relief at the words and a new found yearning for him, something just short of primal.

“cee,” you say voice barely above a whisper.

“just say the words baby.”

“i need you.”

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[kinzis-writing]

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

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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. 

[jherbogf]

walked in

summary tee and y/n share an instant, electric attraction in an exclusive bar, which leads to an intense, tension-filled night… and him falling

pairing tee higgins x fem! reader

words 9k (ish)

author’s note fingering, dirty talk. i’m in love with him your honor.

inspired by walked in, mariah the scientist (ft. young thug)

The bar was dimly lit, expensive in that effortless way that didn’t need to scream money. Some rap song played under the hum of conversation, and the scent of aged whiskey and something faintly floral lingered in the air. It was the kind of place that catered to people who never checked price tags—exclusive, intimate, the perfect backdrop for something dangerous.

Tee Higgins had just walked in, dressed in all black, his presence drawing attention without him even trying. He wasn’t in the mood for crowds tonight, wasn’t looking for conversation. His friends had dragged him out of his house that night, and he couldn’t care less about the place he was in.

But then he saw her. And his interest perked up.

She was sitting at the bar, one leg crossed over the other, nursing a glass of red wine. The deep burgundy of her dress clung to her like a second skin, covering her front, long sleeved, but leaving her back almost entirely bare, the kind of thing that invited stares.

But it wasn’t just the dress. It was her. The way she carried herself—poised but untouchable. A woman who knew exactly what she was doing.

His eyes met hers.

And just like that, the air between them thickened.

She didn’t look away. He also didn’t.

Tee wasn’t sure how long they held each other’s gaze, but he felt it—something sharp, electric crawling up his spine. He should’ve looked away by now. Any other woman would’ve, just for a second, just to break the intensity.

But she didn’t.

She held his stare, faint smirk on her lips, almost amused, like she was daring him to look away first.

His fingers flexed against the side of his glass.

Seconds passed. More seconds passed.

A slow, knowing smile tugged at the corner of her lips, as if she’d already won something he didn’t even know he was competing for. She lifted her glass to her lips without breaking eye contact, the movement smooth, effortless.

Tee exhaled, jaw tightening.

He didn’t lose staring contests. But damn if she wasn’t making him work for it.

Then, finally, she turned—just slightly, just enough to take a slow sip of her wine, dismissing him like he hadn’t just felt her pull him in without a single word. Testing him.

Tee huffed out a quiet laugh before making his way over, his friends and grumpiness long forgotten, his confidence peaking.

The bartender had just placed another glass of wine in front of her when Tee leaned against the bar, behind her, close but not touching, voice low in her ear.

“You always stare at strangers like that?” His voice was low, smooth.

She lifted her glass without looking at him. “Only when they stare first.”

Tee smirked, amused. “Fair enough.” He was taking in her strong scent, it fit her perfectly, forcing him to close his eyes briefly.

She finally turned toward him, and up close, she was even worse—no, better. Dark lashes, lips painted in a shade of dark nude gloss that matched her in every way. Everything about her was deliberate.

“What are you drinking?” he asked lowly.

She tilted her head slightly, studying him. “You offering to buy my next one?”

Tee’s lips curved. His grumpiness was long gone, his focus solely on her. He didn’t café about anything else. How could he? “Depends. You sticking around?”

Her smile was slow, teasing. “Depends.”

“Damn”, he thought. He liked this game.

She lifted her glass to her lips, and his eyes followed the movement, the way her fingers wrapped around the stem, the way her perfectly lined lips wrapped around the rim of it. He was sure she knew exactly what she was doing when she delicately swiped a drop of wine from the corner of her mouth with her manicured finger.

“You got a name?” he asked, eyes clouded.

She considered him for a beat, then leaned in slightly, just enough for him to catch another wave of her perfume—something warm, intoxicating, it felt like she would ruin his life in the best way possible.

“I do,” she murmured. “But what’s the fun in giving it up so soon?”

Tee chuckled, shaking his head. “You always this difficult?”

“Only when it’s worth it.”

He looked down at her, entranced. Their eyes locked again, and the tension between them was palpable now, a slow burn that threatened to ignite.

She set her glass down, then turned her body fully toward him, one elbow resting on the bar. Her crossed legs too close to him, who was still standing, but now in front of her. “What about you?”

“What about me?”

“You’re Tee Higgins,” she said smoothly, as if she hadn’t just been toying with him minutes ago. “Wide receiver. Cincinnati’s golden boy.”

Tee lifted a brow, a smile on the corner of his lips. “You a fan?”

She shrugged one shoulder, her smile lazy. “I know the game.”

Something about the way she said it sent heat curling low in his stomach. He absolutely loved that she knew who he was. Even more that she didn’t let him get away with it.

“You here alone?” he asked.

She didn’t answer right away. Instead, she let the silence stretch between them, like she enjoyed making him wait, eyes staring hard into his. Then, finally—

“Yes.”

His grip on his drink tightened slightly.

She leaned in again, just a little. “You?”

Tee nodded. “Yeah.”

The air between them shifted again, darker this time. Even more dangerous.

She glanced down at his hand on his glass, then back up at him, her eyes flickering with something unreadable.

“You always pick up women in bars like this?” she asked.

Tee smirked. He was loving this more than he should. “You always make men work this hard?”

She laughed, low and sweet. “Only the ones who can handle it.”

His tongue grazed his bottom lip as he exhaled, shaking his head. He was lost in her, chest heaving.

“Shit,” he muttered under his breath, looking down, one hand skimming his goatee, the other tightly gripping his drink.

She grinned. “Something wrong?”

“Yeah,” he admitted. “I think I just met my problem for the night.”

She tilted her head, considering him. “You sure it’s just for the night?”

Tee’s jaw flexed. Hard. He wasn’t. Not at all.

And from the way she was looking at him, he had a feeling she knew that, too. He had lost the contest, lost in her.

She took another sip of her wine, standing, too close to him, watching him over the rim of her glass, slow and deliberate.

Then, without warning, she leaned in close. Not enough to touch, but enough for him to feel the warmth of her breath against his skin.

“You’ve been staring all night. You gonna keep at it.. or are you gonna do something about it?”

Tee inhaled sharply.

His fingers twitched.

She didn’t move away. Didn’t blink. Her eyes kept boring into his.

The silence between them stretched so tight it could snap.

He set his drink down.

“I’m takin’ you outta here.”

A smile flickered across her lips, looking up at him. The words hung between them, thick with promise.

She didn’t hesitate. She simply slid off the small stairs of the bar, grabbed her clutch, and turned toward the exit. Tee followed right behind.

His hand found the small of her back as they stepped out into the cool Cincinnati night, the warmth of his touch searing through her dress. He didn’t dare moving his hand, consumed by her.

“Where to?” she murmured, turning to face him.

His eyes flicked all over her bare delicately tattooed back, slow and deliberate. “My place.”

Her brow lifted, teasing. “Confident, aren’t you?”

He smirked, eyes roaming her entire body. “Nah. Just don’t feel like sharing you with the city.”

A sleek black SUV pulled up. Tee opened the door, his gaze never leaving hers as she slid inside. The second the door shut, the air inside the car shifted. Thick. Heavy.

His thigh brushed against hers as he spread his legs wide, settling into the leather seat. The space felt smaller now, charged. He watched her, studied her, more like.

She let him.

Then, he leaned in, voice low, rough. "You knew what you were doing back there, didn't you?"

Her lips curled. "Back where?"

Tee chuckled, shaking his head, lips brushing her cheek, his hand pushing a strand of her hair behind her ear. "At the bar." His fingers skimmed across her bare back, down her body, finally ghosting along the hem of her dress. "Sitting there, staring me down like you wanted me to come claim you."

Her breath hitched, but she didn't look away, eyes clashing with his. "And what if I did?"

His grip on her thigh tightened, his desire growing by the second. "Then you got exactly what you wanted."

The ride to his place felt endless. The constant brush of his fingers on her thigh, every glance, every shift in his seat sent new waves of heat rolling through her.

By the time they stepped into his house, the air between them was electric.

She barely had time to take in the sleek, modern space before Tee was behind her, hands settling on her waist, breath warm against her ear.

“You been testing me all night,” he murmured, voice a deep rasp. “You like pushing me, don’t you?”

A slow smile spread its way in her lips. “Maybe. You seem to handle it well”.

He exhaled sharply, fingers tightening. “Yeah? Keep playing, see what happens.”

She turned in his grip, facing him fully. His stare was dark, full of restraint that wouldn’t last much longer.

And she loved it.

“Maybe I want to see what happens if I keep playing.” She stepped closer to him, her body fitting perfectly against his.

Tee’s gaze wandered up and down her body, his hands sliding up from her waist to her bare back, pulling her even closer. He couldn’t help but touch her, his fingers tracing a slow path up and down her skin, leaving a trail of fire in its wake.

“You don’t even know me,” he said, his voice low and rough, “and you’re this eager to test me?”

Her hands found their way to the back of his neck, fingers skimming his buzzed nape lightly. She was close enough to feel the heat radiating from him, close enough to smell the strong, woody scent of his cologne.

She pressed her body against his, relishing the feel of his strong muscles against her soft curves, “Maybe I like taking risks,” she said, smirking, her voice a soft whisper, “especially when the prize is as attractive as you.”

His hands dipped lower, fingers tracing the curve of her hips, his grip firm and possessive. He pulled her flush against him, his breathing growing shallow as he took in every detail of her body.

He leaned in, his lips hovering just a tease away from hers, his eyes full of a heady mix of desire and challenge.

“I like risks too, baby,” he murmured, one hand curling around her waist, his fingers pressing into her soft flesh, “but you’re playing with fire.”

She smirked, undeterred by the warning. “I don’t mind getting burned.” Her hands moved to his chest, fingers running along the fabric of his shirt, feeling the hard planes of muscle beneath.

She leaned in, her lips grazing the underside of his jaw, tasting the slight stubble on his chin. “Besides, I can handle a little heat.”

A low growl rumbled in Tee's chest as her lips moved against his skin, his restraint straining to its limits. His hand tightened on her waist, his fingers digging into her skin as he fought to keep control.

He turned his head, capturing her chin with his fingers, tilting her face up to meet his gaze. His eyes were dark, hungry, his voice rough as he spoke.

“Careful, baby,” he warned, his breath warm against her lips, “you keep pushing me, and I might just snap.”

She didn’t waver, her eyes locked on his, a challenge and a promise flickering within them.

“Snap?” she murmured, her voice low and sultry, “Or give me exactly what I want?”

She leaned a little closer, her breasts pressing against his chest, her fingers tracing a slow path up his shoulder to his neck.

Her lips were just a whisper away from his, her body arched against him, all but begging for him to cross that final line.

“Why not find out..?”

That was the last straw.

With a low growl, Tee grabbed her waist in a tight grip, pushing her backwards until she hit the wall behind her.

He pinned her against it, trapping her between the cold, hard surface and his hard, muscled body.

He was on her in an instant, his mouth hot and demanding as it claimed hers in a searing kiss. Her waist was still trapped in his grip, her body arching against him, chasing his mouth, completely at his mercy.

He deepened the kiss, his tongue sliding against hers, tasting, demanding. His body pressed fully against hers, his hips pinning her to the wall, his hands flying out to pin her wrists above her, his desire for her obvious and intense.

He broke the kiss, his lips trailing down her neck, nipping and licking at her skin, leaving a trail of heat in its wake.

His grip on her wrists was still tight, his thumbs rubbing small circles on her pulse point. He bit gently at a sensitive spot on her neck, earning a gasp from her. He smirked against her skin, then moved lower, his mouth finding a path down her collarbone.

His fingers released her wrists, his hands trailing down her arms, over the curve of her hips, tracing every inch of her body like he was trying to commit it to memory.

His lips continued their trail, down her stomach, pausing briefly at the edge of her dress before continuing lower, down her thighs, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. His hands were everywhere, touching, gripping, claiming as he knelt before her, his fingers slipping beneath her clothing, slowly lifting the hem.

He looked up at her, the intensity in his gaze making her shiver.

With a slow, deliberate move, he lifted her dress. His touch was a tease, a promise, as he pulled the material higher, revealing more of her bare thighs. He leaned forward, his lips pressing a hot, open-mouthed kiss to the inner side of her thigh, tasting her skin. His hands moved up her legs, pushing the fabric higher, exposing more and more of her to his gaze. He continued his slow assault, his lips and tongue leaving a trail of heat as he moved further up, nipping and sucking at her skin. His hands were everywhere, gripping her legs, her hips, her waist, anchoring her in place as his mouth inched higher.

His breath was hot against her skin, his lips and tongue teasing and tantalizing, until he reached the edge of her panties, his mouth hovering just millimeters away.

He looked up at her, his eyes dark and feral, a wicked smirk on his lips. "You're shivering, baby. Are you cold?"

She was beyond words at this point, her body trembling with need, and he knew it. His hands slid up her legs, fingers hooking through the elastic of her panties and began pulling the material down.

"You're trembling," he repeated, his voice a low rasp, "but I know you're not cold. You know what you want, don't you?"

With a deliberate move, he took hold of her hips, moving her over to the first counter he could find, shifting her even close to the him, standing in between her legs. He lowered himself and lifted them, draping them over his shoulders, exposing her completely to his gaze.

“Perfect,” he murmured, his voice deep and rough. “Just like I imagined.”

He placed a gentle kiss to the inside of her thigh, nipping at the sensitive skin with his teeth. Slowly, he moved forward, his lips exploring, teasing, until he finally claimed his prize, as if he was a man starving. His mouth just as demanding as it had during their kiss, and she felt like all the breath had left her. His tongue flicked, teased, explored with a skill that left her trembling.

He held onto her thighs, his grip tight, keeping her in place as he licked and sucked, his mouth relentless, whispering sweet words to her. His hands were everywhere, tracing every inch of her, like he was mapping out his territory. “Taste so damn good, baby.” He’d whisper repeatedly.

She could feel her first high approaching, the coil in her stomach tightening with every flick of his tongue, chest tightening when he adds two fingers with no previous warning, instantly making her whine out. “Tee…”

“Hm, baby? Feels good?” He whispered, kissing the inside of her thigh, fingers relentless. He was entranced, lost in her, watching her. “C’mon sweetheart, let me have it”

She groans, mixed with a moan. His words take her impossibly close to the edge, her body on fire, shivering, one hand interlocking with his free one, holding on to it tightly as that familiar feeling on her spine starts showing up.

“That’s it, baby girl. C’mon.” He says, kissing the inside of one thigh of hers, adding one more finger inside her. “That’s three, baby. Such a good girl for me, huh?” He murmured, smirking, tongue going right back into assaulting her core.

“Jesus Christ.” She moans, hearing him, mind hazy.

“You knew exactly who I was leaving that with club with tonight huh? You know I’d take you outta there” He drags out, standing, hovering above her laid frame, fingers still expertly working her over. “But can you blame me, baby? When you’re such a good girl like this…” He murmurs, kissing her neck, whispering close to her ear. “How could I not make you mine?”

“God…” She huffs out, overwhelmed. His lips on her neck, his whispering, his words, they were too much for her. Her hand wraps around his nape, nails digging into it, her high just a push away from overtaking her.

“That’s mine, baby girl. I’ve earned it. Be a good girl for me and let me have my prize.” He whispers, all three fingers curling inside of her, feeling her core tighten around his fingers. “That’s it. Good girl.” He says lowly, smirking.

She lost. In that moment, she lost. She felt her high overflowing her, breathing ragged, huffing for air, his playboy smile against her neck, his chain dangling on it, his words, the way he was saying them. She was overwhelmed. “Fuck. God, Tee” She struggles to get the words out, legs shaking and weak, nails digging into his nape.

He smirks, taking her mouth again in a feverish kiss. “So fucking beautiful.” He says, removing his fingers from her core and sucking on them to the last drop, face centimeters away from hers, wet fingers holding her chin. “You wanna taste yourself? It’s like heaven baby.” He says, boyish smile on his face, taking her mouth again.

She kisses him through her weakness, tasting herself in the process and feeling another wave of pleasure soaring through her, her breath coming back slowly.

Tee lifts her body up the counter, so she’s directly eye to eye with him, his thumb tracing her lower lip, feeling like with every passing second, he was deeper into her spell.

“Better not let that weakness win, baby. I’m nowhere near done with you.” He said, more than happy to let her take over him completely.

[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]

💞 + Tee + smut

also love Bruna's banana outfit in your post lol

imagine soft moments with tee.

Tee paused, savoring the feeling of you tightening around him, before he began to move. He watched your face, the way your eyes rolled back and your mouth formed a perfect 'O'. His hand moved to your throat, not to restrict your breathing, but to gently hold you in place as he claimed your mouth again.

Your hands roamed over his muscular back, your nails digging in just enough to leave a trail of fire. You loved the way he took control, the way he made you feel like the most desired woman in the world. His hips slammed into yours, the force making the bedframe squeak in protest.

"Shh, baby," Tee whispered against your lips, his breath hot and erratic. "Let me love you." His words were a command wrapped in velvet, and you melted under their weight. Your hips rose to meet his, your legs tightening around his waist as you matched his rhythm. The world outside your bedroom door ceased to exist, your body humming with the need to be closer to him.

Tee's hand left your throat to cup your cheek, his thumb tracing the curve of your jaw as he kissed you again. You felt a wave of tenderness wash over you, a reminder of the love that underpinned every touch, every kiss. Your eyes searched his, finding the depth of his affection reflected in the pools of his almond-brown gaze.

"Gonna come," you breathed into the warm, dark space between your kisses, your voice a trembling whisper. Tee's eyes narrowed with focus, his strokes becoming more deliberate as he pushed you closer to the edge.

Your hips rolled in response, your body eager to reach the crescendo of pleasure that was just out of reach. Tee's thumb reached down to tease your clit, his touch feather-light and maddening. You felt the coil of tension tighten within you, the pressure building with every stroke of his hand, every thrust of his hips.

"Tee," you whimpered, your voice barely a sound. "I'm gonna..."

He cut you off with a kiss, swallowing your words as if they were sweet nothings. His hand picked up speed, his fingers dancing over your sensitive flesh. Your back arched off the bed, your toes curling into the sheets. Tee felt your muscles tighten around him, your body preparing for release. He pushed deeper, his own control slipping.

Your movements grew frantic, your breaths mingling in a symphony of passion. Your hands moved to grip his biceps, your muscles straining as you held on for dear life. Tee's rhythm grew more intense, each thrust sending shockwaves through your body. The room spun around you, the only constant the feeling of your boyfriend's love.

With a final, guttural groan, Tee pushed into you, his entire body tensing as he reached his climax. You felt the warmth of his release fill you, the sensation sending your own body into a frenzy. Tee's arms tightened around you, holding you as you rode out the waves of pleasure that crashed over you.

After a moment, Tee rolled onto his back, taking you with him. He cradled you against his chest, the steady beat of his heart lulling you into a state of blissful relaxation. You laid your head on his broad shoulder, listening to the sound of his breathing even out as his chest rose and fell beneath you.

[bengals-barnesbabe]

Official Masterlist ~ Welcome to the Jungle

~ where queens always outrank the kings ~

Description: Four friends with completely different dating lives help each other find their forever partners, but of course, there are some bumps along the way. A very carefree yet controversial story.

Pairings: Joe Burrow x Black!Reader, Ja'Marr Chase x OC, Sam Hubbard x OC, Tee Higgins x OC

TW: 18+ | 2 loverboys & 2 players |

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A/N: taglist is open!

More coming soon!

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cellular sentiment | ceedee lamb ꨄ iii

sowwy for the late update long chapter to make it up to yall🫶🏽

“right there mama, you like that?” he whispers in your ear voice like velvet.

“yes daddy, please.” you beg, words coming out choppy. a groan escapes his lips as he thrust into you and you begin to claw at the canvas on his back as you feel you finish nearing.

“ah yes, right there.” you encourage him wrapping your legs around his slender hips in hopes of keeping his body connected to yours. the groan that escapes his lips is music to your ears and your toes curl in ecstasy and you cry out in pleasure- a cry that sounds weird. really weird.

“wait, what the fuck.” you say eyes peaking open and spotting the alarm that is blaring right beside your ear.

you press the stop button in frustration and let your eyes flutter close in hopes to finish that dream. it felt so raw, so real. almost as real as the body pressed up against yours and the stiff arm that you were laying on.

your eyes shoot open as you realize just how real it was. how the man of your dreams quite literally showed up unannounced and was spooning you in your bed. you cant help but think of how easy it would be to make that dream into a reality.

you try to shake the thought from your head but you mind wonders back to the dream. you close your eyes and squeeze your thighs together in hopes to calm the constant throb between your legs.

you hold back a moan as you imagine him sliding the gown up and pulling your thighs apart to bury himself deep in you with no resistance your slickness acting in favor of his actions. you can all but feel his warm breath as he’d whisper soft praises to you soft kisses planting themselves on your neck.

the thought felt too real as you arched back into him and immediately felt his body tense up.

his grip tightened around your waist and his voice came to you as a surprise, “well goodmorning to you too.”

you bit back a moan and barely managed to find your voice, “sorry, i didnt mean to wake you. i was trying to get up to go shower.” the lie rolls off of your tongue with minimal effort and he seemingly believes it as his grip loosens and you are able to get free.

you rush in the bathroom quickly shutting the door behind you. you sigh as you turn the light on and finally catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror.

“lock the fuck in” you whisper to yourself turning the water on. you strip down contemplating a moment before grabbing the purple toy underneath your sink.

you place its suction cup on the wall before getting underneath the water. you sigh as you slide back onto it imagining the man in your bed is the one behind you. you slowly began to rock back on the toy hands bracing the wall and the side of the tub for support.

you imagine his big hands gripping your waist and the sound of lewd noises filling the steamed space. you quicken your pace to one you deem similar to what his own would be like and it takes no time for you to send yourself cascading over the edge.

you take deep breaths and regain your composure before you begin to cleanse your body.

the familiar sense of shame washed over you but it wasnt quite what it usually was. an unusual sen unfulfilment was mixed in as well. you needed more.

stop thinking like that he is a friend. a friend that came almost 2 hours to see you after a game, but still just a friend nonetheless.

thoughts swirled in your mind and complex emotions begin to swirl around your mind. you turned the shower off and stepped out grabbing a towel.

it wasnt like you hadnt thought about him in this light before- you did that quite often actually. maybe it was the fact that he wad there in the flesh that made the idea harder to shake.

of course. he’ll leave and the feelings wont be long to follow.

you smiled at the realization but there was still a feeling of uncertainty playing in the pit of your stomach. you chose to ignore it and get prepared for your day.

you did your usual morning rountine of brushing your teeth, slathering vaseline on your face and doing your hair which merely consisted of doing your edges and deciding if you wanted to wear a middle or side part today.

you replaced your towel with your robe and walked out of the bathroom.

“well dont you look refreshed.” he said smirk plastered across his face making your stomach drop.

did he hear me? fuck, no way he heard me.

“cant go teach the adults of tomorrow and not be.” you said voice almost breaking and showing your nervousness.

he said nothing just stared at you & you immediately got hot. “what?” you quiz turning to your closet as you begin searching for an outfit.

“oh nothing,” he mutters and you know he’s still smirking. “just found your dirty little secret.”

you whip around to look at him, ”what?!”you all but yell and he laughs pulling his jersey from under your pillows. the signed jersey he had sent you randomly that smelled exactly like him when you received it.

a sigh of relief escaped your lips, “oh, that wasnt no secret.” you laugh and turn back around pulling out a green sweater and and khaki jeans.

“i thought you said it wasnt for you.” he laughed.

“hmm i dont recall. wrong bitch.” you retorted and he suddenly wasnt laughing anymore causing you to laugh harder.

“man dont say that shit, aint no other girl.”he said tone suddenly serious. you roll your eyes and grab a pair of underwear out of your dresser sliding them on under the robe.

“right, well can you close your eyes or put a pillow over your head i need to change. you know some of us real people have to make a barely livable wage.” you sass and he is now rolling his eyes.

“ill do you one better.” he snaps and gets up going into the bathroom. you hurriedly remove the robe and throw on a bralette followed by the shirt and finally the pants.

as you carefully tuck the shirt in you hear the toilet flush followed by the sink turning on.

“you can come out, im decent.” you call to him pulling on a pair of socks.

he comes out smile beaming and you cant help but mock him, “well dont you look refreshed.”

he just shrugs at your words and begins making your bed. “thank you.” you smile sliding on your signature birkenstock clogs.

“of course, of course.”

“you want something to eat? i dont have long but i can whip you something up really quick.”you call back to him.

“no thanks its fine ill just eat at the facility.” he calls back and you roll your eyes. you check your watch, 5:47am, you have time and decide to make him a breakfast sandwich.

you turn the stove on high and throw a pan on it. you crack two eggs one for each of you seasoning them with red pepper flakes and then grab two slices of bacon throwing it on the same pan as well. as they are frying you throw two bagles in the toaster and wait. you grab your tote off the counter and check to be sure you have your ipad and such.

“ didnt i say i would get something at the facility.” the raspy voice caught you by surprise.

“dont really give a fuck what was said, food almost ready.” you still checking your bag. a tight hand grasp your forearm and you tense up making eye contact with the tattooed man.

he spoke no words his look said everything he needed. you snatched your arm away trying to ignore the tingling coming back between your legs.

“my bad shawty.” you try to play it cool,” just trynna do some nice for you, dont get all stern and shit.”

“yeah right” he rolls his eyes and sit down at the island.

“practice at 8 right?” you question flipping the bacon and pulling the bagel from the toaster.

“yep but gotta be on the field and stretched by 7:45”

“damn, you wasnt gone have no time to eat.” you say assembling the sandwich, “ill wrap it up so you can take it to go.”

“you really didnt have to do that, i know you never eat breakfast you gone be sick by second period.” he says and you can tell he is sincerely worried about you making you warm inside.

“im taking it for lunch, but i appreciate the concern.” you say wrapping the sandwich in parchment paper and tucking it into your bag.

“here.” you hand his to him, “now lets go, dont need mccarthy on yo ass.”

he just laughs as you both head out the door you jiggling the nob making sure it was locked.

“well i guess this is the part where we say goodbye.” you say standing in front of your car pushing a braid behind your ear, mimicking how the do on tv and he just smiles.

“shut up.” he laughs and wraps his arms around you pulling you in for a hug and boy does it feel nice. you let your body relax, and rest your head on his chest basking in the moment for as long as you can.

it is you who pulls away, “well alright ill see ya.” you smile looking up at him and he returns it.

“that you will.” he replied going to your door and opening it.

“well arent you a gentleman.”you say getting in and turning it on.

“that i am.” he says and you laugh closing it letting down the window.

“be safe.” he says as he bends down in the window.

“always, you the one need to be safe.” you reply. he gives you one final smile before turning and walking to his car.

you watch him through your rear view mirror as he gets in and turns it on. it doesnt take long before he back out of your driveway but he waits on you to follow. he drives behind you and as your light goes on to turn left you see his signal to turn right. you turn and honk a final goodbye and he replies with two of his own. you cant help the blush that comes to your face.

“what a great start to my day.”

ꨄ

the school day flew by surpisingly fast as today was busy due to it being picture day which you had honestly forgot about. you had only checked your phone at lunch to see you had a message from cee saying that he had made it and to have a great day. you loved the message and told him to do the same.

by the time 5 oclock rolled around and you walked into your home you were utterly exhausted. you threw your bag on your bed and immediately stripped free of your clothes. as you walked in the bathroom and went to turn on the water your eyes widened in horror. the dildo was still stuck to the wall of your shower.

“nononono NO.” you yelled hurrying to remove it.

he seen it- HE FUCKING SEEN IT. theres no way he didnt see it.

you thought back to this morning to when he cane out of the bathroom all giddy and smiley.

“FUCK.” you cry sitting on the toilet your face turning red in embarrassment. you reached over turning on the water and hopped in not even giving the water an opportunity to heat up. you let the icy water attempt to wash the shame from you as you cleaned yourself.

he hadn’t said anything before he left so thats a good thing right, maybe there is some slim chance he didnt see it.

you pushed the thought to the back of your mind and washed yourself hopping out and grabbing a towel.

you immediately go to your room and sit on your bed picking up your phone and seeing two text from him from 10 minutes ago.

‘ see you js made it home call me when you get out the shower’

‘btw im way bigger than yo lil friend if its me its prepping you for’

your stomach does cartwheels as you read the messages and you stare at your phone in disbelief.

without second thought you respond

‘ and what if its not you.’

he immediately reads it.

‘oh it is, you couldnt stop begging for me in yo sleep.’

‘& shii took everything not to give yo lil ass exactly what you wanted. now call me and lemme see hear it forreal’

[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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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. SIDNEY CROSBY, the pittsburgh penguins. 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. CHARLES LECLERC, 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.

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ALL MINE II, TEE HIGGINS.

pairing⠀⁎⠀tee higgins x reader. word count⠀⁎⠀6.2k.

summary⠀⁎⠀though tee has been nothing short of an angel, you can't help the urge to stay alert. one foot out the door is the accusation that leaves tee's lips. eager to prove him wrong, you don't anticipate a blast from the past that challenges your trust.

author's note⠀⁎⠀i said tonight and technically it is still "tonight" :), don't look too closely, i'll edit later <3 warnings⠀⁎⠀18+ mdni, some angst, jealousy, jealousy, semi-public sex, dirty talking

"You know what's funny?" she asked, her voice dripping with sarcasm as she sat on the edge of the bed. Tee, sprawled out on the mattress, looked over at her with a quizzical expression. The bed dipped as she crawled over to him, slinging her right leg over his torso. His hands found their way to her waist, holding her in place as she leaned in closer. "How you're all 'Mr. Perfect' now," she continued, her breath hot on his skin. "Makes me wanna find something, anything, to mess up this pretty picture you're painting."

Tee's smile faltered though it soon returned near immediately. "What does that mean?" he asked, his thumbs rubbing circles into her skin. Her lips pursed into a suppressed smile as she leaned in closer, her head nestling in the crook of his neck. The words slipped from her mouth as she strategically avoided his gaze, "I'm waiting for you to fuck it up."

The room went silent. Tee's hands stilled. She could feel the sudden tension in his muscles, the tightening of his grip as his arms wrapped around her waist, holding her against him. "Why?" he asked, his voice a soft rumble. "You think I'm gonna go back to that?"

She took a deep breath, her chest rising and falling with the effort. "I don't know," she admitted, finally meeting his gaze. "It's just… old habits die hard?"

"Old habits die hard? Is that what you said?" Tee's voice was a mix of amusement and disbelief. "Baby, you know me better than that. I changed, you changed. Why can't we just live in the moment?" He gently turned her chin towards him, forcing her to meet his eyes. "I'm not that dude no more. I told you, I’m all about you, about us."

She sighed, biting her lip as she studied his expression. "It's just hard to trust, you know?" She whispered. "I want to believe you, I really do. But it's like… I'm waiting for the other shoe to drop."

His jaw tightened, but Tee's eyes remained soft as he stared into hers. "I get it," he said, his voice thick with understanding. "But I need you to tell me what you thinkin' about, what you feelin'. I can't read your mind, baby." He leaned in, his breath warm on her ear. "If you don't believe me, you gotta tell me. That's the only way we can get past this."

She nodded, feeling the weight of his words. She knew he was right, but it was easier said than done. She didn't want to be that girl, the one always looking for drama, always expecting the worst. But years of heartache had a way of leaving scars that didn't just disappear overnight. "I know…" she sighed, her head falling to his chest. "It's just…"

Tee leaned down and kissed the top of her forehead. "I'll wait," he said, his voice a gentle rumble in the quiet of the room. "But you gotta talk to me."

She nodded as if ready to end the conversation there. But he could feel the tension in her body, the unspoken words that hovered between them like a thick fog. Tee sat up, bringing her with him so they faced each other. "Look," he said, his hand reaching for hers, "I'm not going nowhere. And I'm not gonna be that guy again. But if you can't trust me, this isn't gonna work."

She continued looking for the lie she was convinced must be there. "It's just hard," she murmured, her voice faltering slightly. "I don't want to hold on to the past, but it's like…it's a part of my image of you. All I can think about is what you did before. How you hurt me."

Tee took a deep breath, his thumb tracing the back of her hand in a soothing rhythm. "I know I hurt you," he said, his voice low and sincere. "But I been showin' you every day since we got back together that I've grown since then. That's what matters now, ain't it?"

She nodded slowly, her eyes never leaving his. "It is," she murmured. "You have shown me that, I swear."

He didn't respond for a moment, his gaze holding hers. Then, with a hum of vulnerability he spoke. "I won't lie, it hurts that you can't fully trust me yet, you know? Like, I get why, I'm not gonna act like I don't." His grip on her hand tightened, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed deeply as if collecting his words. "I been trying so hard to make this right. To make you happy. That's my number one priority."

Her eyes met his, and she felt a pang of guilt. "I'm sorry," she murmured. "It's just…I'm trying to let go of the past, but it's hard when it's all I know." Her hand lifted from his, rising to find his jaw, eyebrows furrowed with a mix of regret and affection. "I love that you've changed, that you're here for me, really here. I want to be all in with you, I do."

Tee leaned into her touch, his eyes closing for a brief moment before he opened them again, his gaze intense. "But you're not, though," he pointed out gently. "You got one foot out the door, waitin' for me to slip up."

She felt her face heat up with a mix of anger and embarrassment. "It's not like that," she protested, pulling away slightly. "I just… I don't know, I guess I'm just scared."

Tee's eyes searched hers, the silence in the room stretching out like a tightrope. "Scared of what?" he asked, his voice soft, his expression open. "Scared that Imma hurt you again? Scared that you're gonna get hurt?"

She took a moment to gather her thoughts. "Both," she admitted, her voice barely a whisper. "But mostly, I'm scared of being in that situation again, of giving my all to you, and then… nothing."

He hummed lowly, gathering his thoughts before speaking. "Look, I'm not gonna lie," Tee began, his voice measured and calm. "I 'ont know what's gon' happen tomorrow. But I can promise you this: right now, today, every day that I'm with you, I'll do my best to make sure you're happy. And that's all I can do."

She nodded, understanding his perspective, but the fear remained lodged in her chest like a stubborn knot. Tee took a deep breath, pulling her closer to him. "But if you always lookin' for me to mess up," he said, "you're gonna find something, even if it's not there."

"I know," she murmured, burying her face in his neck. "I'm sorry, baby." Her arms wrapped tightly around him, holding on as if he could somehow absorb her fear. Tee held her, his embrace warm and reassuring, until she finally pulled back and took a deep breath.

She felt his eyes on her, studying her before he leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead. "It's okay," he murmured. "We'll get there. Just gotta have faith, baby."

They laid there, in a comfortable silence that spoke volumes more than words ever could. She felt the warmth of his body seep into hers, his heart beating a steady rhythm under her ear. She wanted to believe him, she truly did. And for the next month or so, she tried. But as fate would have it, her trust would be tested in the form of Ja'Marr Chase's big mouth.

"Are you free right now?", the text came through from Ja'Marr. She, knee-deep in both hers and Tee's laundry, sighed before responding with a curt "Yeah, what's up?" She had learned to expect the house calls and the late night needs for adjustments with Ja'Marr, so she was not surprised when he replied, "Do you mind coming over to look at my shoulder again? Been acting up."

She agreed, tossing her phone onto the bed before grabbing her bag of supplies. She knew Tee wouldn't mind, he would probably decide to come over to Ja'Marr's house after his workout anyway. She stepped out of her car, the crunch of the gravel under her sneakers, and made her way to the front door. It was left unlocked, a habit of his that she remembered debating with him in the past, especially with his son running around - literally.

Ja'Marr was sprawled out on his couch, a controller in his hands, eyes glued to the TV when she entered. "Yo," he called out, not taking his eyes off the screen. She rolled her eyes, a small smile playing on her lips. "Your biggest fan is here for the week," he added without looking up.

Her biggest fan was seated at his father's feet, a rainbow-colored toy car clutched in his tiny fist as he stared up at her. "Hi Uno," she greeted warmly, her eyes lighting up at the sight of the little boy. He giggled, holding out his arms for her, and she couldn't resist scooping him up into a tight embrace.

Ja'Marr grunted, pausing the game. "Damn, can't even get a proper greeting anymore," he joked, his smile wide.

She playfully glared at him as she carried Uno in her arms, wincing when the two-year-old splayed his entire palm over the center of her face. "I got more important things to do than cater to your ego," she teased, setting the toddler down with a raspberry to his cheek before heading to grab her equipment from her bag.

"Do you mind grabbing the massage table from my trunk?" She called out to Ja'Marr as she disappeared into the kitchen to wash her hands. The house was a typical bachelor pad mess, but she had to admit, it had gotten a bit better since the last time she was here.

The shoulder adjustment didn't take too long, her prior work with Ja'Marr making the process almost second nature. About halfway through, her phone rang with a call from Tee, checking in to see if she was still at Ja'Marr's. She barely processed the invitation extended from Ja'Marr to "come through" before Tee announced he was on his way.

Tee arrived just as she was finishing up with the adjustment, his eyes immediately landing on her, a smile spreading across his face. He leaned down to kiss her cheek, whispering, "You smell good," his breath warm against her ear.

"Thank you, baby," she murmured, turning her head to kiss him sweetly. "Just finished up with your boyfriend if y'all want to get a little date in."

The two men protested with a chorus of "Nahs" and "Come on," playfully bickering like old friends. She couldn't help but smile, the sight of them together bringing a warmth to her chest that she had missed during their time apart. She packed up her things, tossing a wink at Ja'Marr as she packed her table away. Ja'Marr and Tee settled into the couch, already loading up 2K while she set her things down near the doorway.

She made a beeline for the floor where Ja'Marr's son was playing with his toys. Uno looked up at her, his eyes lighting up as he held out a toy car for her to take. "Vroom vroom," he said, making engine sounds, and she couldn't help but laugh as she took it from him. "Thanks, bubba," she cooed, playing along as she made her own car sounds.

For a while, she was perfectly content to ignore the easy conversation between the men as she focused on Uno. The little boy had grown so much in the short time she had known him, and she couldn't help but feel a warmth towards him that was almost maternal. But as the afternoon turned into evening, and the two men's voices grew louder, she couldn't ignore the conversation anymore.

"You remember that party last year?" Ja'Marr said, his voice carrying over the sound of the video game. Her hand froze mid-air, the toy car hovering in front of Uno's face. She glanced over her shoulder, watching Tee lean back into the couch with a smirk.

"Yeah," the older of the two said with a shake of his head. "Shit was crazy."

Her heart skipped a beat. She didn't like where this was going. She turned her focus back to Uno, trying to tune out the conversation. But it was like trying to ignore a siren blasting through the top floor of a library.

"Glad you came to your senses and left that Soraya girl alone," Ja'Marr said, his tone light but his meaning clear. Tee stiffened on the couch, his eyes flicking over to her for a moment before returning to the game.

Her heart sank, the name "Soraya" echoing in her ears. She didn't react, instead, her eyes remained focused on the toddler, pushing the toy car across the floor, trying to keep her emotions in check. She was overreacting, she told herself. It's just a name. But the way it rolled off Ja'Marr's tongue, so casually, so familiar, felt like a knife twisting in her stomach.

Tee had assured her that his past was just that, his past. But here it was, slapped in her face without warning. She took a deep breath and continued playing with Uno, trying to ignore the conversation she hadn't wanted to hear. But the more she tried to push it away, the more it intrigued her.

"Man, she was crazy," Tee muttered under his breath as if hoping she wouldn't be able to make out his words. But she heard them, loud and clear.

"Remember when she showed up at the game? She had on your jersey and shit," Ja'Marr said, his laughter bellowing through the room. Tee's eyes flickered towards her again, but she kept her gaze on the floor, playing with Uno's toys, coaxing him to speak to her in that darling baby drawl of his.

Her boyfriend tsked under his breath. "Had my momma lookin' at me sideways, too," he added, shaking his head with a grin. "But she's ancient history. What's good with you and your girl, though?"

And just like that, the two of them moved on from the subject of Tee's… whatever "Soraya" was to him, diving into the stats of some new wideout at Alabama. Her mind, however, remained stuck on the unfamiliar name uttered so familiarly by her boyfriend and his friend. Who was she? Why did she still linger in the background of their conversations? Why did it feel like a secret she wasn't allowed to know? Her curiosity grew with every mention, a thorny vine wrapping around her heart and piercing it with doubt.

The sun set completely by the time the toddler started yawning. His sleepy whining alerting Ja'Marr to the time. "Looks like it's bedtime for my little man," he said, standing up and reaching for Uno. She took it as her cue to leave, standing from her spot on the floor and brushing off her jeans. She turned to look at Tee a soft, "You ready to go?", slipping from her lips.

Tee nodded, turning off the game and calling out a 'goodnight' to Ja'Marr who was busy wrangling his namesake upstairs. The drive home was tense, the usual playful banter replaced by a thick silence that she was afraid to break. When they pulled into the driveway, she turned to him, hesitating before she finally dared to ask, "Who's Soraya?"

He took a moment before responding, his eyes on the dark house in front of them. "Soraya was…someone I was seeing last year," Tee said carefully, his voice measured. "It's not something I talk about because it's not important anymore. It's over."

She felt the tension coil around her chest, tightening. "Why would Ja'Marr bring her up then?" she asked, her voice even.

Tee shrugged, his eyes never leaving hers. "Probably just teasin'," he said, his voice casual, but she noticed the slight annoyance around his eyes. "Guys talk, you know how it is."

But she couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to it. As they walked into the house, she felt a pang of unease that had been absent from their relationship since they had gotten back together. She tried to push it aside, telling herself that Tee had changed, that she had no reason to doubt him. But the name "Soraya" lingered in her mind like a bad taste in her mouth.

She hoped the bad taste would clear with the promise of getting wasted at Ja'Marr's birthday bash. The music was loud, the drinks flowed like a river, and Ja'Marr was the star of the show, surrounded by his closest friends, basking in the adoration. She hovered on the edge of the festivities, finding a familiar group of girls she'd met at previous parties. They were all dressed to the nines, sipping cocktails, and sharing gossip that she was only partly able to follow.

And then she saw her. A woman with honey-colored skin and long, sleek hair dangling down her back sailed over to their little clique. One of the girls to her right, a tanned girl named Nayeli, practically squealed when she saw the newcomer. "Oh my god, Soraya! You're here!"

Soraya.

The name hit her like a sledgehammer to the chest, her eyes widening as she took in the woman's beauty. She had the kind of confidence that was magnetic, that made the room tilt on its axis just a little. She was dressed in a red dress that clung to her curves like a second skin. Her movements were cat-like, dripping with pure seduction. She felt a flash of jealousy so intense it was almost blinding when Soraya drew closer.

The woman's makeup was impeccable, highlighting her high cheekbones and plump lips that curled into a knowing smile as she greeted the group. The skin of her cheek pulled into a perfectly round dimple as she leaned in to kiss Nayeli on the cheek. As if her perfection couldn't get any more annoying, She noticed that she smelled like heaven, a scent that was a mix of vanilla and jasmine that lingered in the air long after she had moved on from the spot.

The conversation shifted to lighter topics as the group of girls chatted and laughed, but she couldn't focus. Her mind was racing with thoughts of Tee and Soraya, wondering what they had shared, how she had made him feel, and why she was still here, still a part of their lives in some way. It was like a slap in the face, a stark reminder of the fears she had been trying so hard to bury.

A strong hand settled onto her shoulder, and she looked up to see Tee's concerned gaze. "You okay, baby?" he shouted over the music, his voice a lifeline in the storm of her thoughts. She forced a smile, nodding as she took a deep breath. He handed her a drink to replace the one she hadn't touched, his thumb brushing her knuckles in a silent gesture of reassurance.

"Thank you," she hummed, laughing as he puckered his lips at her. She took the hint, smiling in the kiss they exchanged, hoping it was enough to cover up her turmoil. Tee leaned down and whispered into her ear, his voice low and steady. "You know I'm all yours, right?" His breath tickled her skin and sent a shiver down her spine.

She nodded again, taking a sip of her drink to wash away the bitter taste. If the question was any indication, he noticed Soraya from across the room—or smelled her—at any rate, he knew she was here, and that was enough for her to feel uneasy. She watched as Tee turned to return to the guys, his tall frame and easy smile drawing in their attention. She tried to lose herself in the party chatter, but the conversation kept drifting back to Tee, and with it, the specter of the woman he hadn't quite left behind.

"You got a good one, girl," a sugar-sweet voice cooed from across the small seating area. She felt the temperature in the room drop a few degrees. She turned around to see Soraya lounging on the couch opposite hers, a knowing glint in her eye. "Tee's the best, isn't he?"

The mention of Tee's name in that seductive tone was like nails on a chalkboard to her. She took a deep breath, trying to play it cool. "Yeah, the best," she responded, keeping her tone neutral, scrunching her nose with a faux smile.

Soraya leaned forward, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "I know, right?" she said, her voice low, a conspiratorial whisper. "The way he moves, the way he looks at you—it's like he can't get enough." She felt a cold shiver run down her spine, not from the compliment, but from the way Soraya's eyes seemingly danced with the memory of a shared past. "But, you know, we had some fun times too," Soraya added, her words dripping with insinuation.

"I heard some of those 'fun times'," Nayeli giggled, nudging Soraya with her elbow. "Remember that time at the pool party?"

Soraya's smile grew wider, a hint of triumph in it. "Oh, yes," she purred. "You would know, huh?"

"Know what?" she questioned, her voice tight, her heart hammering in her chest like a drum. She didn't want to play this game, didn't want to know the details of Tee's past conquests, especially not with this woman.

Soraya's eyes sparkled with glee. "How good he is, puts in the work for sure. Like that one night, when…" Soraya leaned in closer, sharing intimate details about her past with Tee that made her mouth go dry. The other girls giggled, adding their own two cents about their observations of Tee—and all of his features—to the mix. Her grip on her drink tightened, the cool plastic slipping in her hand.

The conversation grew increasingly explicit, each detail about Tee's prowess making her stomach turn. She didn't know if she was angrier at Soraya for flaunting it or at herself for letting it get to her. But she knew she had to get out of there. Immediately.

She threw back the rest of her drink, standing from her seat abruptly. "Excuse me," she mumbled, pushing past the group of women, their giggles and whispers trailing her like a dark shadow. Tee was still in the middle of the room, surrounded by his friends, their laughter and camaraderie cutting through the air.

Her heart pounded in her chest as she approached, the music seemingly louder with every step. He saw her coming, his eyes widening slightly before he excused himself from the group. "You okay?" he asked, his voice cutting through the noise.

"No, let's go," she said, her voice firm and urgent. She didn't bother hiding the agitation in her eyes as she crossed her arms over her chest. He looked at her, his expression a mix of confusion and concern.

"Aye, you good?" he shouted over the bass-heavy music.

Her face hardened. "Let's go," she said again, her voice harsher this time. Tee searched her eyes, the smile slipping from his face. He knew that tone. Something was wrong. He nodded, following her through the crowd of partygoers without a second glance.

She stomped off to the bathroom on the far end of the venue where the music was just a throb in the walls. Tee followed, his eyes never leaving her figure as he navigated the crowded space, his concern growing with every step. Once inside, she locked the door and turned to him, her eyes flashing with anger and hurt.

"Why is she here?" She spat out the words, her eyes narrowed. "Who the fuck invited her?"

Tee leaned against the sink, his face a mask of calmness. "It's a party, baby. People bring people. People show up. Ion see why it's a big deal."

Her jaw clenched. "It's a big deal because she's your ex-whatever. And she's telling people I don't know what you're packing. In front of me!"

Tee sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose. "Baby, she just talkin' shit. We're not together no more. I ain't bring her here. Why does it matter?"

"It matters because you didn't tell me about her!" Her voice grew louder with every word, her eyes brimming with a well of tears. "You promised you'd be honest with me, and here she is, flaunting herself like you don't have a girlfriend at home!"

Tee's expression shifted, the weight of her accusation sinking in. He took a step closer, his voice soothing. "Baby, I ain't with her. That's ancient history." His hand reached out to cup her face, but she flinched away, the warmth of his touch feeling foreign in the coldness that had seeped into her bones.

"It doesn't feel like it," she murmured, her voice thick with emotion. "She was talking about you like she knew you better than I do."

Tee's eyes softened, his thumb brushing away a stray tear that had escaped her eye. "Baby girl, that's not true. I'm with you now, and I'm all yours. I'm sorry she made you feel that way."

She remained quiet for a moment, staring at her own reflection in the mirror, the harsh bathroom lights highlighting the doubt etched on her face. Tee's hand hovered in the air before falling to his side, his expression a mix of regret and confusion.

"This shit bothers you that much? I ain't even talked to her in damn near a year," Tee said, his voice low and soothing, trying to calm the storm brewing within her. But she couldn't help the insecurity that washed over her. She knew Tee had been with other women before her, been with women after her, but she didn't want to be reminded of it, not when she was still trying to trust him again.

"Talk to me," Tee urged, his voice a gentle whisper that barely penetrated the wall of anger and hurt that she had built around herself. "What do you need from me? Tell me what I gotta do to make this right."

"Fuck me," she murmured, turning away from the mirror to meet Tee's eyes.

A smirk spread across his face, separating his plump lips, revealing a set of teeth so white they looked like they'd been dipped in a vat of bleach. "Is that right?" He leaned in closer, his breath a sweet mix of alcohol and mint. "You want me to fuck you right here? Right now?"

She nodded, her eyes never leaving his. "Yeah," she said firmly. "Prove to me that I'm the only one who matters."

Tee studied her for a moment, the smirk never leaving his face, before he stepped closer, his body pressing into hers, the heat of him seeping into her skin. He leaned in, his breath hot against her ear. "You always been the only one who matters," he whispered, his hands sliding around her waist before trailing down her backside to squeeze her ass. "But I can prove it to you. That's what you want, right, baby?"

Her breath hitched in her throat as his words sent a bolt of desire through her. She nodded again, her voice barely a whisper. "Fuck me, please," she said, her eyes locked on his, the honey specks in his irises dancing in the dim light.

Tee didn't waste another second. He picked her up effortlessly, her legs wrapping around his waist as his mouth claimed hers. His kiss was a declaration of war against her insecurities, a fiery promise of his devotion. He turned her around, pressing her against the wall of the bathroom, the cool plaster a stark contrast to their heated bodies. His hands found the hem of her dress, hiking it up to expose her bare thighs. The fabric of his jeans scraped against her skin as he positioned himself, his erection pressing into her.

Her legs tightened around him, urging him closer. He broke the kiss just long enough to unbuckle his belt and pull down his zipper, freeing himself. She could feel him, hot and hard, against her, and she couldn't wait any longer. He slammed into her, her back arching with a gasp that was swallowed by his mouth. The bathroom door rattled with the force of their collision, the sound lost in the thunderous bass of the music outside.

"Fuck!" Her voice was muffled by Tee's mouth as he drove into her, their bodies moving in a rhythm that was as old as their relationship. He held her tightly, his hands digging into her flesh as he claimed her over and over again, the sound of their skin slapping together echoing off the bathroom walls.

His pace was agonizingly slow. The delicious roll of his hips against her made her toes curl in her heels and she could feel her nails digging into his shoulders. But she didn't care. All she cared about was the way he was looking at her, like she was the only woman in the world, like he hadn't ever been with anyone else. Like she hadn't pushed him away two years ago and allowed him to be ensnared in a trap of vanilla and jasmine scented seduction.

Her own hands slid down his back, feeling the muscles ripple beneath his shirt as he moved, the warmth of his skin setting her alight. She could feel herself getting wetter with every stroke, her body begging for more, for him to go faster, harder. But he held back, keeping the rhythm slow and steady, as if he knew that's what she needed to feel safe in his arms again.

"You feel that?" He muttered against her neck, his teeth sinking into the brown flesh before his tongue swiped the bite, soothing the sting. "It's just us, baby. Just you and me. Nothing else matters." His words were a salve to her soul, a declaration of love and lust that she desperately needed to hear in that moment.

"Just me?" She asked, her voice shaky, her arms holding onto him for dear life.

Tee nodded, his thrusts never faltering, his grip on her thighs tight. "Always just you," he murmured, his breath hot on her neck. Her eyes rolled back as she felt herself climbing closer to the edge. She clung to his neck, her nails digging into his skin as she whispered sweet, near-silent pleas for him to go faster.

"Always," he murmured again, his voice thick with passion as he slammed into her, the word a promise that echoed through her entire body. Her eyes fluttered shut, her head falling back against the wall with a thud as she gave in to the sensation. Tee's hands roamed over her, his thumbs brushing against the wetness between her legs, teasing and playing with her clit.

She took in a deep breath, her chest heaving as sweat began to trickle down the side of her face. "Fuck me harder," she begged, her voice strained, and Tee didn't hesitate to comply. He picked up the pace, his hips slamming into hers with a ferocity that made her legs shake. The music outside grew fainter as their breathing filled the small space, the only sound in the world the wet slap of their bodies coming together.

"I love bein' in this fuckin' pussy," Tee groaned, his voice gruff as he slammed into her, his hands digging into her ass as he pulled her closer. Her eyes rolled back in her head as she felt her climax approaching, the tension in her body coiling tighter and tighter with every stroke. She threw her head back, her mouth open in a silent scream of pleasure.

"You feel so good baby, god - so, so, so good," she panted against his ears. His thrusts grew deeper, more urgent, as if driven by her words. The bathroom was their own little world, the party forgotten, the whispers of the past just that—whispers.

He kissed and licked along her neckline, his teeth scraping her sensitive skin as he found his rhythm. She could feel the tension in him, his muscles tightening as he pushed deeper into her. "Never gave it to nobody how I give it to you," he muttered, his voice a low, guttural rumble that made her shiver. "Nobody ever had me like this. You drive me fuckin' crazy. Can't think straight when you ain't around. Can't think straight when I'm inside you either."

"Tee," she moaned, her voice a plea for more.

"Hmm. That's it, baby, say it louder," Tee urged, his own voice strained as he felt his climax approaching. "Let me hear you scream my name." His hand moved to find her mouth, his middle and ring finger tapping against her bottom lip. "C'mon, open up for me. Need my fingers rubbin' that pretty clit. Wanna see you come apart like you was meant to."

She complied, allowing her lips to part as Tee's fingers slipped inside her mouth. He chuckled darkly when she whined at the loss when he pulled them back. She whispered softly, her eyes snapping open to meet his, the heat of his gaze burning into hers as he kissed her, feeling her tongue against his as his slick hand trailed down to find her clit, just as he said he would.

Her breath hitched, and she gripped his neck tighter as his fingertips began to circle, pressing down with just the right amount of pressure. "Tee," she murmured against his mouth, her hips moving in sync with his, her walls tightening around him.

"Feel good, huh?" Tee said, his voice thick with passion as he worked her body. Her thighs shook in ecstasy as she felt the tension in her core tighten to a near painful point. The music outside was just a faint throb now, perfectly in sync with the throbbing of her own heart.

"Fuckin' amazing," she moaned, her eyes never leaving his. They were a window to his soul, and in that moment, she saw nothing but love and desire for her. It was a heady feeling, one she hadn't felt in a long time, not since before the break-up.

He kissed her again, his tongue delving into her mouth as his fingers worked their magic, setting her body alight. She felt herself climbing higher, her moans growing louder. "I'm gonna come," she gasped, her voice a desperate plea for release.

Tee's eyes darkened, his own need for release mirroring hers. "Go 'head, baby, take it from me," he hummed, his voice a gruff command that sent a bolt of electricity straight to her core. And just like that, she shattered around him, her body convulsing in waves of pleasure as she moaned his name. "Good girl, that's it."

Her orgasm seemed to set him off like a bomb, and with a guttural groan, he buried himself deep inside her, his own release spilling into her. They remained there, bodies entangled, for what felt like an eternity, only aware of the passing time from their ragged breathing and the distant bass of the party.

"Damn, baby," Tee whispered against her neck as he slowly pulled out, his hands gentle on her body as he helped her adjust her dress. "You aight?"

She nodded, her legs wobbly as she slid down to stand on her own. She could feel his cum trickling down her thigh, the sticky warmth a reminder of the raw passion they'd just shared. "Yeah," she murmured, her voice still shaky. "I'm good."

Tee stepped back, his chest heaving with every breath, his eyes glued to her face as he zipped up his pants and adjusted his belt. "You sure?"

"Yeah. I just…" She trailed off, not sure how to put her emotions into words. She didn't want to admit that the encounter with Soraya had left her feeling inadequate and insecure. She didn't want to admit that she let her jealousy get the best of her.

"I know," he said, reaching out to pull her into his chest, cradling her head against him. "I know it's hard, but you gotta trust me. That shit with Soraya, it's in the past." He kissed the top of her head, his hands rubbing soothing circles on her back. "You're the only one I want, the only one I'm with now."

She took a deep breath, the scent of him mixing with the faint smell of alcohol and sweat. It was comforting, familiar, and it helped to ease the tightness in her chest. "I know," she acknowledged, finally allowing herself to believe him.

They stood in the bathroom for a few moments longer, their bodies still pressed together, their hearts beating in sync. The music from the party grew louder as they stepped out of the small sanctuary and back into the chaos. Tee's arm remained around her waist, a silent promise that he wouldn't let go, that he was there for her.

"I need another drink," she huffed, trying to compose herself as she stepped out of the bathroom, her legs still wobbly. Tee chuckled, the sound vibrating through his chest.

"Nah, we're goin' home, baby. I need that ass bouncin' against me ASAP," Tee said with a smirk, his words playful but laced with serious intent. His grip tightened around her waist, pulling her closer to his side as they navigated through the crowd of partygoers.

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wyd?

Pair: Ja’Marr Chase x Gf!Reader (& Friends)

Des: You try out a viral TikTok trend on your boyfriend and his friends, but it doesn’t go how you thought it would.

TW: language.

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a/n: a lil dry, but i thought it was funny

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Started: 15 April 2024

Last Updated: 26 February 2025

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Tee Higgins

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tender-headed ~ 🌸 legacy ~ 🌸

things are changing ~ 🌸

princess ti ~ ❤️‍🩹🌸☀️

picture day ~ 🌸

busy for who? ~💛📱❤️‍🔥

there goes my baby ~📱❤️‍🔥🌸

cheater ~ 📱🌸❤️‍🩹

california love ~ ⭐️🌸

upcoming: looking for revenge feelings

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CJ Stroud

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open practice ~ 🌸

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Ja'Marr Chase

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reparations ~📱

cheater ~ 📱🌸❤️‍🩹

wyd? ~ 📱🌸

dream girl ~ 🌸❤️‍🩹

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CeeDee Lamb

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hey girly ~ 📱🌸

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failed sneaky link ~ 📱❤️‍🔥🌸

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Andrei Iosivas

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ex for a reason ~ 📱🌸💔

don't stress, i'm here ~ 📱🌸💔💛

new hair, who dis ~ 📱🌸

what i want | part 2 ~ ⭐️🌸

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Justin Jefferson

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closet date ~ 🌸❤️‍🔥

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James "Bucky" Barnes

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