Warnings: smut, mature themes (18+)
A/n: Wrote this instead of sleeping and @ptitbijou will fight me when she wakes up lol. For the few Joe girlies out there, enjoy this cliche mess that’s mostly smut🫶🏾
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Janae waited, not patiently, it was never patient when it came to him. Her heart was always racing, legs restless— anticipation. That’s the word. She anticipated his arrival. Her heart leaps at every pair of headlights that illuminate the glass window of her penthouse apartment. He said he would’ve been here almost an hour ago and Janae prepared: an everything shower, body smooth and shimmering with moisture. With a huff, she strips the black lingerie off and exchanges it for an oversized T-shirt with letters peeling instead. Pouring herself a glass of wine, she gets comfortable on the couch glaring at some documentary being aired on screen. Janae is on her third glass of red when her front door is swung open. She glances briefly at him, pretending not to be affected by the sight of him in all his bearded, stoic glory. He’s still in his slacks and coat, which means…
“I see you stayed over at the office late to kiss ass longer than the rest of us.” Janae mutters bitterly.
“We got to do what we have to, Janae.” He slowly removes his coat, keeping his burning gaze on her skin.
“I stay back and put in the extra hours, while you, you-”
Janae keeps her eyes straight ahead even as her heart flutters in her throat at his steady approach.
“You only have to smile at them just right because everyone wants to fuck you.” His words are laced with venom.
Janae gulps. At the firm, they’re known rivals. They all want to make partner, but the intensity between Janae and Joe is a hot topic at the office. Their coworkers find it amusing. What they don’t know is that this tension between them isn’t just about work. No, they have history. They dated back in University but had a messy breakup. Honestly, she can’t even remember the reason. Janae just remembers the fights growing more frequent as the workload increased then they were over. She knew it would’ve been hell the minute she realized they were both hired by the same firm. What’s actually surprising is the rhythm they gradually built after an office dinner one evening. Janae had enough wine to make her susceptible to those intense, brown eyes that were once her weakness years ago. They made eye contact across the table and he somehow ended up here in her apartment. They never discussed it, but it kept happening again and again.
He cocks his head. “They don’t?” That British accent she liked to tease him about slips through— it always does when his emotions are high.
“I see the way they look at you, I hear the way they talk about you.”
Licking her lips quickly, Janae schools her expression. “Even if, why do you care? You’re not my man.”
He reaches for her in lieu of responding. But Janae slaps his hand away, scooting further away from him. Joe cocks a brow.
“You were supposed to be here almost two hours ago.”
The volume of the documentary is suddenly deafening in her living room. Joe reaches for her half-filled glass of wine to swallow the rest of it one go. Silently, he gathers the glass and bottle in one hand to take them to her kitchen. It reminds her of how familiar he has become with her space. She tries not to ponder too deeply into why it makes her chest feel warm. His footsteps retreat down the hallway that leads to her bedroom. When he returns by the couch, he takes his time to strip down quietly. Janae subtly squeezes her legs together at the soft sound of rustling fabric. Button down, then slacks, then socks until only his black boxers are left. Her eyes stay glued to the screen while a bead of sweat trickles down the back of her neck. He carefully places a clean rag on the coffee table then sits something on top of it. Janae’s breath stutters in excitement. They don’t speak— it’s a rhythm they’re all too familiar with. Janae is petulant until he makes her putty in his arms. His hands grasp her legs tucked under her body then tugs her from her seated position until she’s flat on her back. Still, she refuses to look at him. He isn’t deterred. He fingers the shirt a little while, eyeing it fondly.
“You still have this? The first time you spent the night in my dorm room, first of many you stole from me.”
Her face grows warm, but Janae is stubborn. She doesn’t acknowledge him.
His chuckle is almost sinister. “It’s okay, love. You can keep being bratty.”
He rolls the shirt up her body until it’s tucked under her chin; he isn’t surprised to find her bare underneath. Kneeling on either side of her body, Joe lowers his head to press a kiss against her sternum. He won’t attempt to kiss her yet, he knows she’d dodge it to keep up the little push and pull game she likes to play with him. Instead, he blows against her right nipple to watch it tighten. Her breathing deepens above his head. The moment he takes it into the warm cavern of his mouth, she physically melts against the couch. With a hum, he flicks her nipple with his tongue back and forth before pulling off with a wet pop. He switches to the other, giving it the same treatment. Janae jerks under him, keeping up the nonchalant facade until he tugs at one of her nipples gently with his teeth. Only then does she bring a hand to cradle the back of his neck with a breathless moan. He looks up at her, tickling her sensitive peak with his beard just the way she likes. Janae’s eyes are already wet with tears.
She almost scrambles to lift her head at his command. They meet in a messy clash of lips and tongue. He swallows up her helpless moan, tongue mapping every crevice inside her mouth that tastes of bitter aged wine and Janae. His his is muffled against her lips at the feel of her pussy against his thigh— warm and already wet. Gripping her hips with firm hands, he tutts at her softly.
Janae whines in distress. “Joe, plea-”
“I thought you didn’t want me to touch you, hm?”
He straightens and Janae takes her time to admire him; Joe takes his gym sessions seriously and it shows in the width of his shoulders and the bulk of his thighs. Standing to his full height, he pulls his boxers down and off his legs. The sight of his dick is something that’ll always leave her breathless. It’s more than adequate in length, but the girth is what does it for her. It’s thick, just like the rest of him, with prominent veins, and heavy sacs underneath. It curves a little, always hitting that spot inside her even with minimal effort on his part. Of course she can’t leave him alone.
Joe beckons her over with a crook of his index finger. Janae falls to her knees without question, eyes locked on his own showing she’s already in that headspace.
“You know what you’re doing looking at me like that.” He says roughly.
Her chin is cupped in one of his big, slightly calloused hands.
“You know how I like it.” Is all he mutters as he feeds his length in her waiting mouth.
Janae moans softly at his slightly salty and earthy taste on her tongue. His nostrils flare, grip moving from her chin to the top of her box braids. Her lips stretch to their capacity to accommodate him in her mouth, and the weight of him against her tongue is indescribable. She takes a steadying breath through her nose before swallowing around him— she manages to take more than half of him down her throat. He holds her in place, rocking his hips forward until she chokes around him. Janae rests her hands against his thighs— she doesn’t tap.
“There you go, baby. You’re alright.” His voice shakes above her head. He doesn’t stop until her nose kisses the patch of curly hair on his lower belly.
Only then does a deep groan shake his entire frame. His thighs quiver under her fingertips; Janae focuses on breathing through her nose and the pulsing between her thighs. She’s so ready for him to fuck her senseless like he usually does. He finally allows her to pull off him to catch a proper breath. She sputters and coughs on a greedy, open mouthed inhale.
“So good, baby. So fucking good.” He massages her scalp lightly.
Janae whimpers; she doesn’t even attempt to wipe away the mess of saliva dripping down her chin. Instead, her mouth closes around his angry red tip, tongue flicking at the underside. Just as he likes. She stays there, suckling on him like something to savour while her tongue works the most sensitive part of his dick.
“Oh, fuck. Nasty little thing.”
Her hand sneaks between her legs, the pad of her fingers find her pulsing clit. She moans shamelessly with her mouth occupied.
“Who said you could touch, Janae?”
She folds her hands into fists and brings them to her thighs. Janae wants to cry from how wound up she already is.
Joe’s mouth pops open, belly spasming sporadically. He can already feel his sacs tightening up and that’s when he pulls her off. She releases him with a pop, panting as they both watch her spit dripping off him.
He hauls her onto her shaky legs and claims her mouth thoroughly. Joe pulls her shirt off and tosses it carelessly to the side.
“Joe, please? I’m ready.”
He pulls her along to stand between his thighs as he makes himself comfortable on her couch.
“I… need you inside.” It’s an almost pathetic whisper from her.
“But I’m not your man, Janae.”
“And to think I was going to let you wet my beard tonight.” He tutts disappointedly.
He tugs her down onto his lap, maneuvering her legs on either side of one of his thick thighs. He flexes the muscle.
“Maybe you can get off on that, hm?”
Janae sobs pathetically but complies. Shaky hands find his shoulders for balance, then she’s rubbing her pussy on the firm muscle underneath. Tears roll down her cheeks in quick succession as she ruts against him. It feels embarrassing, yet it turns her on so much that she can already feel her cunt spasming. Joe reclines, hand working over his dick languidly as he watches her through hooded eyes. Everything sounds slick: the glide of her against him and his fist lazily pumping.
“I’m sorry, Joe. Didn’t mean it, please I want it.” She babbles, rutting against him harder.
“Uh-huh.” She sobs again, body shaking as she leaves a trail on his thigh.
“Only if you promise you’ll stop all the subtle flirting you do at the office. You think I don’t notice?” His tone is icy.
“Yes!” Janae just wants him inside her, she’d do anything he asks her to in the state she’s in.
“I promise! I swear I won’t do-”
He reaches for the toy on the table before laying her on her back. The low hum of vibrations makes every single hair on her body stand on end. He fills her first— slowly pressing to her opening until she swallows him inch by inch. The stretch is so agonizingly good that she grunts like a pig. He’s too fucking thick, it rewires her brain every time he’s inside her. Her walls flutter helplessly around him, mapping every vein— and that ever present distant ache from him reaching depths that shouldn’t be allowed is something she has grown to love.
“Tight, fucking good. How do you feel like this every single time?” It’s hissed through clenched teeth.
Janae’s belly swoops, then she goes cross eyed when he presses the vibrator against her swollen clit. She’s too worked up, it only takes four shallow thrust of his hips to send her over the edge. She spasms wildly around him, leaving streaks of white against the length of him. Janae can only hold her breath as her hips undulate.
“You like making a mess on me, hm?”
Janae chokes, then screams. “Yes! I fucking love it so much.”
“My pretty little mess. No one else’s.”
He starts properly driving his hips into her. It’s so good— the feel of him rubbing against her walls, his dick hitting her spot inside over and over while the toy stimulates her from the outside. It’s overwhelming enough to break her mind.
He doesn’t let up. He fucks her like he has something to prove. “This is what you wanted. It’s why you act all bratty with me, hm?” He mocks through laborious breathing. He sinks his hips forward, making tight circles deep inside her body.
“I’m sorry! ‘M so sorry.” She screeches.
Janae cries harder with every forward thrust of his fluid hips. He knows exactly how far she likes to be pushed and she loves him for it. She scrambles further up the couch but he follows her all the way until she’s practically folded into herself.
Janae has to clench her teeth as the orgasm tears through her body. If she wasn’t making a mess before, she definitely does now. She splashes between them like a waterfall. Joe moans from the pit of his belly, the base of his spine tingles. He’s close. But he tries to hold out longer just so he can watch Janae flail with her eyes rolled back like she’s being exorcised. That’s what he does to her— him and no one else. It doesn’t take him long after; she’s squeezing him like a vice from the force of her orgasm and the faint vibrations from her toy is a pleasurable addendum. He can’t contain the noises that fall from his mouth as every muscle in his body pulls tight. He throbs four times before sinking deep enough for her to jerk even more violently to empty everything he has to give inside her.
“Oh fuck, baby. So good. Best I ever had.” It’s not just the earth- shattering orgasm that makes him say that either.
“J-Joe? Red… red.” She wheezes desperately.
It flips a switch in his brain; he’s immediately lucid enough to remove the vibrator from her pussy that’s pulsing and swollen almost twice its normal size. He tosses it somewhere over his shoulder before hauling her upright in an embrace. He stays inside, relishing in the way she still milks him in rhythmic clenches.
Janae tries to bring the world into focus; his sweaty, hard body acts as an anchor, bringing her back to earth every time her brain attempts to float away. Sex with him is always mind blowing, yet it still seems to get better every single time. She doesn’t know how.
“Are you with me, baby?” His voice rumbles against her chest.
They settle into comfortable silence, feeling their heartbeats slow in sync and their sweat cooling against their bodies. Her eyes grow heavy— judging by the way he’s limp beneath her, he’s staying the night.
“Stop being stubborn and let me take you to dinner.”
This is his twentieth attempt, she thinks. But this time, she doesn’t feel like being stubborn— it only feels like delaying the inevitable. She felt it the moment she saw him again at the firm.
“Okay, but I still hate you.”
He chuckles softly. “Sure, baby.”
