DADDY LESSONS ➤ JOE BURROW
pairing: lsu!joe burrow x bengals!joeburrow x black!fem reader
summary: a fic for each song off of beyoncè’s album, lemonade.
warnings: peer pressure (?), smoking, language, drinking, smut, reader has insecurities (sza’s ctrl album also plays in my head when writing this fic), unprotected sex.
“When trouble comes in town and men like me come around, oh my daddy said shoot”
first week of class. lsu organization fair soon. football games, homecoming, and the thrill of fall semester brings you comfort. unfortunately, the college is lsu, which is in louisiana, which means it's extremely hot outside. like the devil took a huge fart on the earth.
"so fuckin' hot i can barely hear my thoughts," you mumble before cutting on your beyoncè lemonade vinyl. kicking off your shoes and quickly undressing down to red lace panties and bra set you decided to wear for the day, you immediately jumped in bed.
you felt your body sink into the bed due to how sticky, sweaty, and overstimulated you've been by the day. several classes in 80+ degrees heat in the middle of august had you contemplating buying several fans to cool yourself down until winter hits the state of louisiana. the heat wave hasn't been gently with anyone, which is why you were conflicted on stepping out to the first after party of the school year.
your friends have been mentioning the party all week long. tonight's the night but you haven't been in any mood to attend. though it wouldn't be bad to get out of your dorm, explore what more lsu has to offer.
slowly rolling over to your stomach, you blink at the time on your wall clock. 6:50pm and the sun has no intention of setting any sooner. sighing, you push yourself up to hop yourself in that tub and wash your ass throughly. you practically do an everything shower, blasting daddy lessons through your speakers.
taking your time getting ready, you facetime your girls to see if they're up and running. "hey bitch, we on track to pre-game?" your friend gia asks soon as the facetime connects. you laugh at gia's antics as she shows you a black plastic bag, but you can tell it's heavy and filled with liquor. "you know i always have to have my lime cut water boo, i'm getting ready currently."
"okay, i'mma pick up amber and we'll be on our way to your place boo." gia says and shortly after you two end the call leaving you to finish getting dressed.
you felt like showing some skin and smelling so good that heads turn soon as you step through those doors. body oil, eos lotion, and mixing perfumes together to pop off your look was making you feel sexy before you even put on your dress!
you're going for a simple short black dress, gold hoops and heels, vintage chanel bag, light makeup with your lip combo being an inspiration you took from a tiktok you saw a few months prior. you ran out that same day and damn near went crazy in ulta. you settled for a classic '90s lip combo, feeling grown and sexy.
the moment you finished applying your lipgloss, you heard knocking and just knew your homegirls pulled up. giggling to yourself, you got up and opened the door, screaming as soon as you saw amber and gia on the other side of the door. "my babies, i've missed you guys so much," you said as you close and lock the door behind them.
"girl! we about to fuck the party up, soon as we come through, all eyes on us!" amber says while pulling liquor out of the bag. you headed towards the cabinet to grab several plastic cups to begin the drinking festivities.
"i'm just so happy to get out of the house already, this school shit has gotten too serious too quick for my liking." you mutter as gia quickly fills your cup with cut water while amber pulls out juice drinks as a chaser. "girl tell me about, politics professor tryin' give folks a run for their damn money! like damn miss professor, i don't even know your name," amber says with an eye roll causing the trio to laugh in sync.
"i heard this party is going to be so fun! everyone's supposedly invited.. which means you can find you a man to spend the evening with mamas," gia smirks at you as she hands you another shot of cut water.
you don't know, but you suddenly get shy. how could you forget, parties, drinks, weed, and horny adults in every corner of the room. it's been a long time since you've have had sex, things with your ex ended weirdly and now you're just stuck with one body count.
"i don't know about all that gia, the only men in attendance are usually football players. they ain't good for shit." you mutter as you sit on a barstool; your drink suddenly seemed more interesting to you than the conversation.
you didn't know what it was but the topic of men now disgusts you. maybe it's your ex, he was a piece of shit after all. thankfully you'll never have to see him again in life. or the bitch he's now dating, that was your biggest opp for the past three years of your wife. shaking the thoughts of those two people from your mind, you take another shot.
amber watches your reaction, "hey, you don't have to do anything tonight with anyone. let's just have fun and see where the night leads us, you deserve some a night of fun after what you've experience so far this year."
"i agree, i'm not forcing you to do anything mamas. i just want to see you happy," gia grabs a hold of your hand and they two of them gaze your reaction. you nod your head before offering them a soft smile, "no no, i understand where you're both coming from. it's a great night and i'm ready to party."
gia smiles and glances down at a notification on her phone, "great bitch! that's perfect 'cause the uber just pulled up."
you quickly get up, grabbing a water bottle and your belongings before closing the door behind you and your crew. "damn it's still hot as a motherfucka outside!" you say, frantically touching your edges to see if they're still laid.
"girl you gots to wash ya ass ten times a day fuckin' around in this heat, hell definitely worse than this." amber says making you and gia agree with her.
the three of you enter the car as the driver takes you all to the house party and your nerves rise a little. but what's the worse that can happen, right?
arriving twenty minutes later, you, gia, and amber thank the uber driver before he pulls off and head inside the house. your nerves have settled a little bit, picking back up once you notice people laughing and others grinding on their girlfriends/boyfriends.
you see a few familiar faces from campus and give them a small wave before following gia and amber to the kitchen. the three of you find a small couch to sit on as gia pulls out a pre-rolled wood and a lighter. she lights the blunt, suddenly becoming lost in the world of weed.
you take in the atmosphere around you. watching as people bonded with others simply because they're drunk, there were some couples fighting in the couple as if they didn't know people could see them, and people like you, lost and trapped in your own thoughts.
suddenly loud noise is coming from the front door and you look over to see the entire football team coming in. people greeting them left and right as if they're royalty. you roll your eyes and turn your attention back to the blunt, now realizing it was coming your way next.
you didn't have nothing against the football team per say, you just never liked the way everyone treats them. it always rubbed you the wrong way, all they do is play football. they're not even at the professional level yet.
you watched as the new quarterback, joe burrow, walks in and daps up a few people he recognizes from campus. you two briefly hold eye contact before you turn away and grab the blunt from amber's hands.
your stomach did some weird twisty anxious nervous drop when you two made eye contact. he's too known for your liking, but you always thought men like joe would never look your way anyways. or so you thought.
he looked your way again when walking past you and the girls on his way towards the kitchen. gia glances at him and then at you before leaning over amber to speak, "girl, he keeps starin' at you like he wants that, like he needs that."
you give gia a small grin and glance back over at joe, watching him interact with his teammates and others around them. "he just wants pussy, that's all," you mumble after bringing the blunt away from your lips and passing it over to gia.
suddenly you had to pee, however you knew the bathroom was near where the football team was standing. meaning, you had to walk past joe, and you weren't prepared for that. but a bitch had to pee, so you told your anxiety to shut up and forced yourself to look cool, calm, and collected.
you got up, looked down at gia and amber before tilting your head in the direction of the bathroom, "gotta pee, be right back." they nodded and watched as you walked out of their sight. your chest tightened getting closer to the bathroom, some football players turned to look you up and down.
your hands started getting sweaty, seeing joe be one of those football players to turn and look at you. again. for the third time this evening. mumbling a quiet excuse me, you push the bathroom door open and lock it behind you.
"fuck, that's annoying." you mumble to yourself, referring to the boys outside the door, as you use the bathroom.
you stare at yourself in the mirror, eyes somewhat red and your lipgloss is faded. you quickly pull out your purse, fixing yourself up before walking back out into the party. once you feel satisfied, you step outside the bathroom and run into a hard body.
"got damnit," you mumble under your breath feening annoyance.
joe turns around and realizes it's you, and you see his eyes light up with excitement, "hey."
"hi." you mutter giving him a small wave. "i've never seen you around campus," joe says practically drinking you in.
good, you thought to yourself. "i like to stay to myself," you responded. you watch as joe slowly smirks, "you shy?"
no— no! he's going to use that against me, mission abort bitch!
"no. just like to stay to myself," offering a small smile, you turn away from joe to head back to gia and amber, joe reaches out and gently catches your wrist.
"can we talk for a while? i'd like to know you better." he asks gently rubbing his thumb up and down your wrist. you look over at gia and amber as they're already watching the interaction
just talk for a while, gia mouths and amber looks over at her and turns back at you, giving you a thumbs up.
you let out a small sigh, turning to look up at joe, "okay."
joe smiles and leads you to an empty bedroom in the back of the house. he closes the door as you sit on the bed. "why you want to get to know me?" you ask once joe sits next to you on the bed.
"you seem cool, i like women like you, pretty, shy, and laid back." he says with a shrug and looks down at your outfit, "you look beautiful."
you hate the way you blush at his words, "thank you." you turn your body away from joe so he couldn't see the reaction you had to his compliment. joe noticed, he notices everything.
"we could do a few things you know, it's an honor for you, to be sitting here with the quarterback." he cockily says looking you up and down, you suddenly notice that his gaze got darker.
you scoff, "what's that suppose to mean? you another student roaming this campus, only thing with you is that you play a sport."
joe quietly laughs, "true, usually girls would love that. you different." you roll your eyes, "all you men say that same thing. just tell me what you truly want."
joe leans in all say, hand softly grabbing your jaw, "i want you."
one day you're going to have to admit you're easy. because fifteen minutes later, you're on your stomach getting put through the fuck mattress! somehow someway you're quieter than the party.
"i have to have this pussy for life," joe moans when he leans down in your ear. his left hand finds your neck and oh, a secret fantasy of yours comes out once he applies slight pressure to your neck. you've always wanted to be choked during sex, you never told anyone. but it was always made you horny when you saw it happen on those homemade porn videos you watched every now and then.
it feels fucking great, you think in your head. "hmph- don't stop! fuc-k!" you mumbled into the pillow. all you could do was lay there and take his dick. his pretty dick, in your words. you lifted your head for a moment to turn to joe, sticking your tongue out.
joe slowed for a minute and let his spit pour from his mouth into yours. "nastiest bitch i know, just letting me fuck you any kind of way, hm pretty girl?"
before you could even respond, joe thrusts back into you and you let out a high pitch moan. if anyone heard you outside the door, you're cooked.
this man who you've only known for an hour is balls deep, pounding mercilessly into you. the weed mixed with liquor plus joe's never ending high sex drive had you seeing stars. he fucked you like you made him upset.
"hm— fuck!" you whimper while gripping the headboard for support. suddenly joe pulls out planting slaps on your pussy a few times, watching your reaction each time intensely. you whine but spread your legs more for him, "fuck me please."
joe smirks, leaning down to kiss your pussy lips and grabs a hold of your hair, leaning down into your ear, "why should i fuck you some more, huh?"
be a needy ass bitch! get everything you want! you think to yourself and a small smirk appears on your face.
"i deserve it," you turn and poke out your bottom lip to give him a small pout. "don't you want to play with me some more?" you ask batting your eyelashes at him.
"you're going to fuckin' ruin me," joe mutters under his breath before flipping you on your back and pushing your legs to your chest.
you giggle and wrap your arms around your legs, but the sudden sensation of joe's dick back inside of you again made you gasps unexpectedly. "shit! joey!" your hand reached up to touch joe's chest, as if to make him slow down.
"move your fucking hands," joe growls continuing his thrusts and wrapping his hand around your neck again, slightly squeezing. you whimper but when you meet joe's gaze, it makes you immediately take your hand away from his chest.
your pussy was clenching around his dick, suddenly your words was becoming mumble, and you didn't realize you started to drool a bit, he was fucking you dumb.
"jo... fuck! i'mma cum!" you tell him, pulling him by his chain down to your lips. he claims your lips, placing his arms around your body and picking you up.
you look at him like he's crazy as he backs you into a wall, "what the hell are you doing?" you ask with a slight moan, when joe starts slowly thrusting back up into you again.
"talking you through your nut," joe picks up speed and you wrap your arms around his neck. watching him concentrate on making you nut with your mouth hung opened.
no noises were coming from your mouth. you watched in awe as joe pumped in and out of you, "i'm cumming," you tell joe and a second later your cum was coating joe's dick, "i'm right behind you baby," and a minute later you feel his sperm shoot up inside you. stopping his movement, joe leans down connecting his forehead with yours, "fuck."
sweaty and out of breath, you give joe a small kiss to his lips, "you're not too bad at this."
joe laughs, slowly pulling out of you and helping you over to the bed. "they don't call me big dick joe for no reason."
you roll your eyes and crawl towards the headboard, turning to give joe a flirty look, "round two?"
joe slowly walks up to you, opening your legs gently and getting in between them, "we'll be here all night baby."
you smirk, "that's fine with me," and just like that the night continues with you two wrapped in the world of lust, alcohol, and weed. tuning out the house party surrounding you two.
yeah, that was fall 2019. it's december 2025, and you've since graduated from lsu. every sunday, you watch football, just to see the man that wrecked your entire world in a span of an hour six years ago and he doesn't even know.
you moved to ohio, now in medical school, life's up and down for you. juggling your academics, working a nine to five, and still trying to find time to have a social life, you'd say everything's kicking your ass. but there's days better than others.
you're currently at your job, being a server got you tips and the men always tipped you the best. you'd lightly flirt with them and make eye contact with 'em.
tonight was quiet though, which was fine with you. it meant you could be more in your head with your thoughts. you were cleaning off a table when you heard a familiar laugh.
oh fuck. i'm cooked. i am cooked.
it was him, thee one and only, joe burrow. sitting where ever the fuck he's sitting, breathing the same as you currently for the first time in over six years. "why does stupid shit always happen to me?" you mumble under your breath.
you hope you don't have to interact with him at all. however, when your manager calls your name and points over in his direction, your stomach drops to your ass.
just be professional, it's okay. you think to yourself as you slowly but surely make your way over to their table. the closer you get, the more familiar faces you start to see. his teammate ja'marr was with him and another guy who wasn't at lsu, but probably at another sec school during that time period.
"hello, i'll be you all's waiter tonight, can i get y'all started on any drinks?" you ask with a practiced smile. you can feel joe staring daggers into the side of your face as you take their orders. his eyes never leave you even after you walk away to the back of house.
"ain't that shorty from that one lsu party?" ja'marr asks joe and tee looks over with an amused look, "who's shorty to joe though? she let you tap?"
joe rolls his eyes at tee making ja'marr and tee cackle, "one minute they was talking in the corner the next joe come out the room with fifty hickies on his neck, i said damn big joe!"
tee cracks up at ja'marr's version of the story and joe shakes his head, a faint smirk on his face, "it wasn't fifty damn hickies bitch." apparently that cracks tee and ja'marr up some more.
you and joe never talked again after that. though that didn't surprise you, he wanted pussy, just like you thought when you first saw him that evening.
you went on to pursue other small dating opportunities, they never worked out. someday, you'll settle down, hoping whoever it is can accept everything that comes with you.
a while later, you come back out with the food and quickly walk back off. you notice the other two teammates staring at you as you plate the food with a slight grin on their face. you swear when you walked away you heard one of them mumble about you to joe.
gia and amber are going to fucking live for this when you tell them later on facetime.
to you, it felt like hours went by before joe, ja'marr, and tee asked for the check. you swore you felt him brush up against your hand when you grabbed his card from him to pay for dinner. you roll your eyes and turn away from joe to go to the cashier counter.
waiting for the transaction to complete, you contemplate whether or not you should write a note on the receipt to joe. if this is your moment to finally tell him the truth.
"fuck it," you mutter and grab a pen from out of your back pocket and began to write something for joe to read later on.
meanwhile at the table, ja'marr and tee are still cracking jokes on joe.
"yeah that brother is starving for her," ja'marr murmurs low but tee still hears him and cackles loudly, gaining attention from other tables. "you got jokes tonight huh?" joe blandly asks flicking water at ja'marr.
"i'm just sayin' if you want her so bad again, slide them digits, you have been a little doomy," ja'marr jokes back with a chuckle as tee is eating this up.
"nah, that's the past." joe says standing up, wanting to leave. he sees out from out of his peripheral view with his card and receipt.
brushing up against your hand again, he gently takes the two items from your hands. "thank you, have a goodnight you all," you say with a soft smile bidding the trio goodbye and quickly turning around to walk off.
already knowing that his two teammates are about to crack jokes again, joe immediately heads for the exit door after staring at your backside a little too longer when he watched you walk away from the table. ja'marr and tee are behind joe saying whatever, joe can't really tell because he's tuned them out.
all three get in the car, and joe is about place the card and receipt in the cup holder when he sees handwriting on the receipt. flipping to its back, joe's whole world just changed in the matter of seconds.
i'm sorry, you're a father.
