Prompt: “You make such adorable sounds.” Ft. Daddy kink
Warnings: Swearing, smut (18+)
Adam had been working crazy hours, taking over time so that you could pay your new house off faster. He finally had off tonight and you planned to make it special. You had just finished setting your table when he walked through the door.
“Hi baby.” You smiled pecking him on the cheek as he walked past you to the fridge.
“Hi honey. What are you making?” He asked kissing your forehead.
“Your favorite.” You answered, pulling the pan out of the oven.
“Mm, what did I do to deserve that?” He smirked.
“Just working your ass off I guess.” You shrugged moving the pan over to the table.
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3 hours later you were on a blanket in the middle of your living room, blankets, pillows and wrappers from snacks haphazardly thrown around the room, tucked into Adam, him spooning you from behind. His head was tucked tightly into your neck, as you caught up on the series you were most recently binging when you felt the tips of his fingers ghost over your neck instantly drawing goosebumps to your skin as he pulled your hair back, soft lips grazing against your neck. Swallowing hard you ignored him, turning your attention back to the TV, or pretending to at least but Adam knew you too well as you felt him smirk against your shoulder, his arm tightening around your waist pulling you closer into him as he ground into your ass. Giggling you turned slightly to face him.
“Do you need something?” You asked teasingly, eyebrows raised.
“Yes.” He answered simply smiling back at you.
“Well lucky for you after this episode I was planning on stripping you down, and massaging every part of your body. Since you know you've been working so hard.” You explained cupping his cheek.
“I think we should start now. I haven’t been paying attention since this started a half hour ago.” He admitted moving your hand to feel his crotch, where a slight bulge was already present.
“You know,” you started flipping him on his back so you were straddling his waist, “you teach me to be patient, but you’re setting a bad example here.” You teased palms smoothing out over his bare chest to his arms. He grabbed your jaw between his rough fingertips pulling you down so his lips gently brushed against yours as he spoke,
“And I’m pretty sure you’re not supposed to question daddy’s needs.” He teased, voice dropping as he closed the small gap capturing your lips with his. Groaning at the aggressiveness you fell forward catching yourself by planting the palms of your hands on each side of his head. His tongue pushed its way into your mouth asserting his obvious dominance, gripping your hips tightly not wanting you to move even an inch away from him. Tasting him was something you craved so often, and it was always satisfying when you finally did. His lips broke from yours gaining a deep breath as he yanked your shirt off leaving you bare from the waist up, but diving right back in attacking your chest with open mouth kisses and small bites. Humming you ground your hips down into Adam’s gaining you an extra hard bite against your collarbone, one that was sure to leave a mark as he licked the pain away, your breasts in his hands, expertly massaging them. You grabbed ahold of his wrists pinning them above his head as Adam looked at you eyebrow raised and smirk on his face.
“I’m supposed to be pleasing you.” You explained innocently laying a gentle kiss on his lips before moving smoothly down his body kissing across every inch of his abdomen only stopping when you were right in front of his crotch. Meeting his eyes you laid a kiss against his middle. Smirking when he wiggled against his own will, furthering your teasing nature as this time you licked across his clothed dick.
“[Y/N].” He warned, voice thick with tension.
“Yes?” You batted your eyelashes at him taking the tip into your mouth causing him to growl.
“Stop teasing or you’re gonna get it.” He stated through a clenched jaw.
“Wouldn’t want that would we daddy?” You joked hooking your fingers to his shorts and pulling them down along with his boxers discarding them somewhere beside you. You lightly wrapped your fist around his shaft giving a few teasing tugs while you laid a gentle kiss on each of his hips before finally taking the tip into your mouth. Adam groaned lowly at the contact fingers threading through your hair. He let you have control for a while relishing in the feeling of your mouth wrapped around him, tongue swirling in an effort to make him lose control, until he finally took over, grip tightening in your hair, trusting up into your mouth shallowly. Knowing what was coming you adjusted your position hands stretched across his chest. Swallowing against the head of his cock. Growling he thrusted harder, deeper into your throat making you gag, tears immediately appearing at the corner of your eyes. Relaxing your jaw you met Adam’s eyes silently encouraging him. Recognizing the look he bit his lip starting to fuck himself into your mouth, controlling your head movements through his fist in your hair. The tears were rolling down your face throat and jaw aching like none other as Adam stared down at you, grunts growing louder and more consist by the second.
“Holy hell baby girl you’ve never looked better. Letting daddy fuck your mouth. Such a good girl.” He moaned out head falling back into the pillow behind him. Feeling his thrusts becoming more desperate you slid your hands down planting them against his hips to stop his movements. Taking a deep breath he laughed letting you go before pulling you back up to his face. “Thank you. I didn’t have enough self control to stop and I’m certainly not done with you yet.” He smiled wiping the tears away from your cheeks with his thumbs before flipping you underneath him. Leaning down to lay a gentle kiss on your lips. His lips trailing down from your jaw to your chest. His mouth captured one of your nipples while his fingers pressed into your panties. Humming you let your head fall back relaxing into his touch. He huffed a laugh leaning up to look at you, “I see you’ve been wanting this as bad me.” He smirked bringing his glistening fingers to his mouth licking them, making you whimper. “What baby?” He teased gently rubbing you outside your panties.
“Adam, come on baby, please.” You whined wiggling against him for more friction. He chuckled moving your panties to the side to give your clit pressure.
“Patience is a virtue, [Y/N].” He grinned cockily.
“Oh yeah right y-“ You started but gasped when he thrust a finger into you.
“You just gotta use your words baby. Tell me what you want.” He whispered against your ear nipping at it playfully. Making you moan quietly,
“You make such adorable sounds, baby.” He commented, continuing his teasing.
“You. I want you, Adam.” You sighed moving your hips up to his fingers huffing at the shallow thrusts of his finger.
“Aw come on princess. I know you can do better than that.” He encouraged moving his thumb to circle your clit way too lightly.
“Ugh,” you growled getting more frustrated by the second, “I need you in me daddy. Fucking me so hard. Please please please.” You begged thoughts not even embarrassed as your need took over. A satisfied smile came over his face moving away and tugging your underwear down ridding the last piece of clothing between the two of you before tugging you closer towards him.
“Only cause you asked so nicely.” He joked leaning down to kiss you hard before lining himself up with you. You gave him the go ahead before he started to push in. Pain coming over you slightly at the intrusion. He went slow waiting for you to adjust to his size. “Always so tight for me.” He commented kissing at your shoulder.
“Maybe cause I never get fucked.” You joked innocently. At that he raised an eyebrow, amusement on his face as he captured your jaw between his fingers.
“That mouth of yours is gonna get you into trouble one of these days.” He warned, moving slowly.
“A girl can hope.” You shot back, smirk falling off your face when Adam thrusted hard back into you.
“What? No comment now?” He asked moving fast into you. Moaning loudly at his movements you raked your nails down his back, no doubt leaving imprints. After a few minutes Adam’s hands were all over you panting loudly, your leg hoisted on his shoulder as he drilled into you, hitting your sweet spot with each thrust.
“Fuck, daddy.” You cried feeling your release building.
“Come on princess. Do it. Be a good girl. Cum on daddy’s cock.” He encouraged reaching down to rub at your clit and seconds after the contact you yelled out arching into Adam head hitting the floor at the pleasure taking over your body. Just as you came back to reality, you heard a loud groan escape Adam’s mouth before his warmth filled you. Breathing hard Adam regained control slowly pulling out of you to turn on his side before he pulled you into his chest, his heart still thumping loudly against it. You laid in silence, TV in the background barely audible before he broke it,
“Thank you for tonight baby. I love my job, but I miss you so much when we get into cases like we have recently.” He kissed the top of your head, sighing.
“It’s the least I could do. Thank you for working so hard for us.” You replied, kissing his chest.
“You want to go to bed?” He asked.
“Sure. I believe I still owe you a massage...you might have to carry me though. I don’t think I can walk.” You answered seriously making him laugh loudly.
“Damn right you can’t.” He grinned picking you up with him.
Content Warning: smut, sex dreams, size kink(reader’s size is not mentioned, but this alludes to reader being shorter than adam),
a/n: i love writing for the other characters of chicago pd!
When you and Adam got sent to New York City to work with the Special Victim’s Unit, you were ecstatic. You loved working with Adam; the two of you melded together effortlessly. He always made you laugh and made things not seem so bad. Even when you’d royally mess up, which only happened once, he helped you out, no questions asked. The two of you were just good together. Not only that but…you may have had a tiny crush on him and thought that the New York trip would give you the opportunity to be closer with him.
After the first day in New York, you were exhausted and fell into bed. Unfortunately, or fortunately, depending on how you looked at it, you had to share a bed with Adam since the hotel messed up the room situation. Adam, not wanting to make you uncomfortable, offered to sleep on the floor, but you assured him that it was alright with you if it was with him.
When you fell asleep that night, you had what could only be described as a sex dream. Granted, imagining him making you cum wasn’t new, but the whole thing of an actual dream was new.
Adam has you underneath him, his body hovering over yours as he slowly slides in before bottoming out. He’s so big, so much so that it almost hurts to take, but he also feels so good that you don’t want him to stop. His hands are roaming all over, and you feel small and helpless
“God baby, please,” he groans as his lips attack your neck. “Don’t squeeze me like that…”Â
“Adam…oh fuck,” you moan as he thrusts deeply into you.
He pounds into you as your nails claw down his back, making him hiss. Your legs wrap around his waist and pull him closer to you. He looks so much bigger than you, so much stronger, and he handles you effortlessly. Adam rests his hand on your lower stomach and groans. When he pushes down, he can feel his cock, bulging your stomach. It’s the hottest thing he’s ever experienced.Â
“Adam..Adam,” you softly whine out, pushing your ass up against him.
Adam watches as you grind against him, and he tries to will himself to not get a boner. You’re his partner, and he knows better than to fall in love with someone that works with him. But the feeling of you pressed right up against him, right where he’d love to have you, it’s almost too much. He can’t let you keep doing this, not when you’re asleep.
So, he shakes you awake.
Your eyes fly open, and you turn to see your ass against his crotch. His hands aren’t even near you, and your face pales. You were grinding on him, pressed right up against him. He had a bulge in his sweats, a very prominent one at that.Â
“Oh my God, I-I’m so sorry.”
Your face burns with embarrassment as you push away from him and sit on the edge of the bed. Your hand runs over your face as you think about what to do about this. A transfer would come with rumors, pretending like it never happened and just trying to work with him like normal would come with an awkward underlying tension. Adam gets up and comes up behind you, and he says,
“You were having a wet dream, right?”
You know there’s no way to play off anything that just happened, and so you decide to just be honest. What else could happen that could turn this even worse than it already was?
“Yeah, I was,” you nod and run your hand through your hair. “no use hiding it.”
His eyes soften as he sits next to you and holds your hand. You look into his brown eyes, and you swear that it’s like you’re looking into a pool of warm, melted chocolate. He doesn’t move, instead, he looks at how beautiful you are, in just a tank top and pajama shorts. That was what he loved about you, was how your beauty came out in everything, how you were filled with light.Â
“About who?” He asks, knowing the answer. He just wants you to say it, to confirm what he knows.
“You.”
“You want to tell me? About what I was doing?” Adam asks, his voive taking on a huskier tone and his eyes darkening.
“You were on top, and, God this is so embarrassing. You were on top and we were having sex, and it felt really good. And you did this thing, this really hot thing, where you put your hand on my stomach and could feel the way your cock was so deep inside of me.”
He raised his eyebrows and let out a small chuckle before leaning in closer to you, placing his hand on your stomach.Â
“Why don’t we recreate that, hm?”
You don’t respond; instead you kiss him. Your arms wrap around his neck as you pull yourself to him, lips crashing onto each other’s. Adam runs his hands up your sides and he moves the two of you up onto the bed.Â
“Adam,” you whine as he pulls your top off. “Please...”
“Aw, what’s the matter, Princess? Someone’s needy?”
“You fuckin’ heard me,” you pout as he tugs your shorts and panties off. “I’m so wet...”
He slips his hand down, his fingers gently rubbing your clit before he brings his fingers back up and tastes you.Â
“You’re so sweet,” he murmurs as he kisses you again. “Let’s make that dream come true..”
Adam turns you over onto your back, and your legs fall open for him. He’s never seen such a beautiful sight; you look so gorgeous all naked and spread out. The only thing that was running through his mind was how you would look when he first pushed into you. He reached into his pants, and he pulled out his hardened cock. Your eyes widened at the size,
“Don’t worry, princess,” he coos as he lines himself up. “It’ll fit.”
Your dream became reality as he pushed in, his cock filling you up so well. His eyes locked on yours as you gasped at the feeling of him finally pushing in, stretching you out. Your nails dug into his shoulder blades as you felt him still inside you, buried to the hilt. Adam kissed your jaw, his beard ticking your cheek.
"Good girl," he murmurs as he starts to thrust in and out of you. "So tight, baby, you're so incredible."
Adam moves his hand down to your lower stomach, the same way he did in your dream, and he pushes down on it. He can feel how deep he is, how he’s buried all the way inside you. It’s the hottest thing he’s ever seen, not to mention the
“Look at it bulging your stomach,” he coos as you look down and see. “I can feel it all the way.”
“Adam, holy shit,” you whine as your eyes trail up to meet his. “You’re so deep.”
“Yeah? You’re so cute, baby. Now, lemme fuck you back to sleep, huh?”
Hi can you do Brian Quinn x wife reader where your reaction to Q:the musical where your in the audience with his firemen buddies but also your children then transition to where Q puts the boys to the fire men academy and he show's his kids what it means to be a fireman
A/N: Enjoy!
Future of the Department
Pairing: Brian Quinn x wife!reader
You and Brian met working at the same fire department and after chaotic years of friendship, you finally admitted your feelings for each other. Now you're happily married with a 10 week old son, Logan.
Now your little man was almost 2.5 months and y'all were getting the hang of things. Logan was on a better schedule and you were able to get at least a little bit of sleep.
But today Logan and you were helping Q get punished. He knew he was performing a stupid play in front of professional actors. What he didn't know was that instead of actors it was you, Logan, and all our firehouse buddies. Lucky for me Logan was asleep when we arrived.
We took our seats in the front. As soon as the play started, Logan was up and alert. I held him in my lap as Brian came out on stage. When he saw all of us out there he couldn't even speak he was so embarrassed. He continued through the play and towards the end Logan let out a squeal of excitement which grabbed his father's attention. I guess he hadn't noticed Logan was here because he was too caught up in everything else. His eyes went wide and he dropped his head again.
"You brought my son into this!" Brian exclaimed into his ear piece/mic.
"It's okay. You're already an embarrassment. This is nothing" teased Joe.
Brian finished up the play and our coworkers began throwing shoes at him which caused me to laugh. Filming stopped and the guys were done shooting for the day. Brian went out and was talking to our buddies while I walked around rocking Logan.
"Did you enjoy daddy looking like a doofus?" I cooed in a baby voice to which he squealed back, "I'll take that as a yes".
"Look at you. Already teaching him the word doofus" smiled the chief.
"Chief!" I cheered and carefully hugged him, "It's good to see you! You weren't at the station when we stopped by last week".
"My wife was sick, so I had to take care of her. But the guys were telling me all about this little man" he stated, looking at Logan, "You are just adorable!"
"Thanks" I chuckled.
"You know, I'm proud of you kid. You've come so far since your first days at the firehouse. You're one strong woman" he praised, "And now here you are married to Quinn and a mom to a little guy. You've done well for yourself so far".
"Thanks. I bet nobody would have guessed Brian and I would wind up together".
"Oh no. We took bets on if and when you'd get together. Eventually we just kinda dropped out until we heard the news from Quinn, and then we made bets on your engagement".
"Well who won?"
"You're looking at the winner".
"Nice chief".
***
"So this is where Mommy and Daddy trained," Brian smiled as he had Greyson on one hip and our daughter Carly on the other.
Logan stood beside him. I stood behind Logan, hand on my bump as we were expecting our fourth child. Brian showed them our graduation pictures and showed them some of the training areas. All three kids were excited hearing all of our stories.
"I wanna be like mommy when I grow up!" Carly cheered, making me grin.
"You can baby girl."
I looked over at Brian, even more head over heels in love with him. The way he interacts with our kids, how passionate he is, he is perfect.
Could you do a Joe burrow imagine where it’s before a very important game and he’s freaking out and his team mates don’t know what to do so they tell the reader to calm him down it the locker room?
Confidence Booster
Summary: Joe gets a little nervous before the AFC Championship Game, so the reader pays him a visit
Today was the AFC championship game...the winner of this game was going to the Super Bowl, so everything was on the line. Joe knows his team is good and that he's good, and normally the man is pretty damn confident, but with them being on this winning streak for so long, he's worried they're due for a loss.
Since it was such a big game instead of being in the family suite, you had gotten seats right in front to be there to watch it all...and maybe get a sideline kiss. Your best friend was with you as you anxiously waited for kickoff. You watched Joe practicing for a bit and he sent you a wink, making your stomach flutter with butterflies. Then they filed into the locker room.
As you sat there waiting, the phone began to ring. You looked at the screen to see it was Zac Taylor, the Bengals coach. Confused, you decided to answer it.
"Hey Coach. Everything okay?"
"Where are you at? I went to the family suite and didn't see you," he spoke quickly.
"Yeah I'm done and front. What's up?"
"Burrow is...a bit of a mess. He's having like a nervous breakdown moment, we tried talking with him and even Chase couldn't calm him down. He's always so confident, we're kind of at a loss on how to fix him. We need you down here."
"Yeah, I'm on my way. Where do you want me?"
"He's at his stall. I'll let you in the locker room. Thanks."
"Of course."
You hung up and began heading down to the locker room. Zac called up to security, telling them to let you through to make that easier. When you got into the locker room, Joe was sitting there holding his head. You walked over to him and squeezed his shoulder before running your hand up his neck.
"Coach I just need a minute I-" he began to argue, but stopped with wide eyes when he noticed it was you.
"I hope coach isn't caressing your neck to comfort you, that'd be weird," You teased him as you kneeled down in front of him so he was forced to look at you, "What's going on?
He sighed, dragging his hand down his face before dropping them to his legs, "Just some nerves. I'll be fine."
"You're going to do great babe."
"You're my girlfriend, you have to say that," he chuckled, making you smile a bit.
"Hey, you know I wouldn't lie to you. What is it your nervous about?"
"After you know, losing the Superbowl last year...I don't know I just am scared I'll let the team down again if we win this game and then fail again."
"You are Joe Burrow, you are talented, confident, and incredibly caring...which is why you're worried about everyone else so much you're stressing yourself out, " you explained as you rubbed your hands up and down his thighs soothingly, "Your guys have your back win or lose, we both know that. You won't fail anybody, not me, not them, nobody. Win or lose, as long as you give it your all, it's not a failure."
"I know, you're right. Thank you for coming down here. I really needed that," he smiled, leaning forward to press a kiss to your lips.
"Now I gave to get back to my seat, and you have a game to play," You grinned as you stood up along with him, giving him a hug and another kiss, "Just remember, win or lose, you'll get laid tonight."
befriending the wives/girlfriends of fellow players
owning a lot of Bengals gear (and Burrow gear)
taking care of him when he's injured or sore
holidays being a little different and chaotic due to games
Celebrating the big wins together
...and being there for him during the losses
worrying about him every time you see him take a rough hit
his family ends up loving you
he's a gentlemen to you and everyone around him
during the off season he takes you out on lots of dates
him bending down to kiss you
he loves spending as much time with you as possible
he'll even look for you in the crowd at games he knows your at and send you a wink
he always wants to make you proud
lots of cuddling and forehead kisses
enjoying napping together
lots and lots of make out sessions
he's very protective of you and tries to keep your relationship private as long as possible
Overall, he loves you very very much
Hi, anon, I hope you enjoy this! If you want a headcanon with some more NSFW details, feel free to request again! I didn't want to put it in there without knowing.
May I get mark sloan x reader please? Like reader has been on call for like three days straight and is super exhausted. And while charting, reader falls asleep standing up and Mark props them up and takes them to an on call room and makes sure they get some rest ? Thank you so much !
Exhaustion, Mark Sloan x reader
Summary: An exhausted reader collapsed and her boyfriend comes to her rescue...then it all makes sense
Warnings: Fluff, Exhaustion, overworking, throwing up
Note: I tweaked it a bit @theichabbieclub but I hope you still like it! I'm just getting back into this.
"You look like crap," commented Alex as we walked down the hallway.
"Oh thanks. I feel like it too," you admitted, "I've been working a double because we're short staffed on the peds floor as you know. So I've been bouncing around non-stop. I'm exhausted."
"And crabby. Clearly you haven't been able to screw your secret boyfriend too."
"Shut it Karev!" you growled, slapping him in the arm, "I am never going to tell you who it is if you keep making comments like that."
"Fine," he grumbled, "I've gotta get to the Nic-U. What have they got you covering today?"
"I've got a marathon surgery with Robbins, Shepherd, and Sloan on a 6 year old girl with a facial tumor."
"Damn that's rad. Good luck."
"Thanks."
You went into the surgery with a clear head, ready to save this little girl's life. We began and about two hours into it, Mark showed up to help work on the facial reconstruction and repair. His portion of the surgery took about three to four hours.Â
"Alright...I'm done here. She's all yours to finish up with."
"Take my tool," you whispered to Avery, suddenly not feeling well.
"Why?"
"Just do it!"
He took it and then immediately everything went black.
3rd POV
"Dr. (Y/L/N)!" yelled Robbins as her resident's body hit the floor.
"That's why she handed me her tool," Jackson realized.
"Can someone please check on them please?" asked Arizona as she continued working.
"I got it!" Mark announced before rushing over to her side.Â
Their relationship was still a secret, so he tried his best to hide his romantic concern in the moment. He scooped her up as carried her out of the OR to an empty gurney. He took her to a private room and began examining her.Â
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You woke up to a flashlight shining in your eyes and a hand on your forehead. As the darkness disappeared, you saw that the flashlight belonged to Mark. You groaned as your head pulsed with pain.
"What happened?" you asked as he sat down on the edge of the bed.
"You might want to tell me... You passed out in the OR. I hooked you up to an IV because from the looks of it you're severely dehydrated."
"Mark I-" you were interrupted by a horrible feeling in your gut.
You jerked up, reaching for the bucket before puking. When you were done emptying you stomach, you collapsed back on the bed. You suddenly felt sweaty with hair plastered against your forehead.Â
"Dr. Sloan, I may know what's wrong?" Karev jogged in, out of breath, "I heard the news about (Y/F/N). Three of the peds kids just came down with the flu. All three kids were your patients that you've been dealing with during this double shift. And with you being so overworked, your immune system was weaker, so combined with the dehydration, you got sick."
"Well shit."
"Looks like I have my diagnoses," Mark replied, and you just glared at him.
"I hate you right now."
"I know."
"Wait a minute?" Karev questioned, stepping in the room and shutting the door, "Sloan's your secret boyfriend?!"
"You tell anybody, I will kill you. You understand me Alex? I will make sure every girl in this hospital knows what a man whore you are and you will never get laid again. Got it?"
"Yeah yeah, calm your panties. I'll let Bailey know you're so sick with the flu that you can't drive and that I asked Dr. Sloan to take care of you since he's already been exposed. Okay?"
"Thank you Alex."
"Yeah whatever."
***
You laid on the couch with Mark, all cuddled up in sweats and his shirt. While you were hot to the touch, you yourself were feeling cold. Your body ached and your head was still throbbing. You rested your head in his lap while he played with your hair soothingly.
"How are you feeling babe?" he asked, looking down at you.
"Like shit," you admitted, making him chuckle.
"Well you still look cute if that makes you feel any better."
"A little."
"Mark please. You shouldn't see me like this. We've only been together for three months."
"(Y/F/N), we slept together before we started dating and on the first date we talked about our deep dark issues. I think it's okay if I see you with the flu. Now let me please be there for you."
"Fair point."
Anytime you felt you were going to be sick, he was there, holding your hair back and assuring you soothingly. Anything he could do to help you, he wanted to.
Mark held your hair back as another round came up. God this was hell. Physical and emotional hell. When he walked out to go grab something, you laid down on the cool tile. He came back in with a water bottle and some crackers along with a smile.
"What? The tile is nice and cold."
He helped pull you up so you were sitting up against the cabinets, "You know you need to drink to re-hydrate. And these crackers might help."
Your hair was a mess as he brushed it out and sat beside you. He rubbed your back lovingly until your eyes felt heavy and all you wanted to do was sleep.
"Alright. Lets get you to bed," he spoke, sweeping you into his arms.
He placed you into bed and disappeared before coming back with a fresh garbage can. After placing it beside the bed, he climbed in next to you.
"Mark, you don't have to stay with me. You could get sick and-"
"I'm not leaving unless you need me to get something."
"What about work?"
"I'll call in. You're more important."
A smile crossed your face as you rolled over, resting your head on his chest. His arm snaked around you, one around your waist and the other stroked your hair. Finally, you were feeling a little bit better.
Summary: Joe wins the AFC North and you two get to celebrate
Warnings: Fluff, Smut (18+), BJs, smoking
Word Count: 1,050
Note: Feel free to leave requests!
The last game of the season was at home versus the Ravens which meant you were definitely there. Joe and the team were on a hot streak and you knew this game was big for them. Winning this meant they won the AFC North which meant the tradition of a locker room party and cigars. It was a noon game, so you decided not to pregame and to do your partying after. For this game you decided to wear black faux leather skirt, an orange v-neck Bengals shirt, and his leather jacket.
You watched as they played their hearts out to win 27-16. All you wanted to do when that timer hit 0:0, the field interviews were done and they were heading to the locker room was run and congratulate him, but you wanted him to enjoy his annual locker-room celebration with the team; which consisted of dancing, music, and LOTS of cigar smoking.. So you waited in the family suite, scrolling on Instagram when you saw a sexy picture of your man with a cigar hanging from his lips.
"Damn," you murmured softly a wetness gather between your legs.
Then some tweets rolled in from /Ben_Baby:
"Live look at the Bengals locker room celebration: QB Joe Burrow, cigar in his left hand, rapping and dancing along to Future at his locker."
"Burrow has been controlling the aux in here."
You couldn't help but laugh at that. Joe was Future lover, that's for sure. You continued scrolling, screenshotting the picture of Joe smoking for later, when a ping rang through the phone.
Burrow ❤️: “Where are you? Come see me.”
You: “In the suite still. I’m on my way.”
So you gathered up your things and headed down to the tunnel outside of the locker room. There he was, patiently waiting with his Deadwood’s Leather Rose cigar in his hand, leaning in the doorway. He looked sexy as ever donning his Conquered AFC North" tee that was almost skin tight. When you reached him, he engulfed you in his muscley arms, kissing your forehead.
"You didn't have to wait in the suite baby," he spoke softly, taking a quick hit off the cigar.
"I just wanted you to have your fun with the team," you paused, nodding towards the locker room where you could hear the bass of the rap music and laughter coming, "We'll have the afternoon to celebrate before celebratory dinner with your family anyway."
"You know I'll always wanna see you..." he paused to lean down and press a kiss to my lips as his free hand slid down my back to rest on my ass, "Especially when you look like this."
He bent down to kiss my neck as he gave my ass a squeeze, "Jeez Joey, can't you behave yourself until we get home?"
"I don't think so," he murmured into my neck as I quite a pap out of the corner of my eye.
I pressed my hands against his chest, causing him to detach from my neck and look at me before I stood on my tip toes to whisper in his ear, "How about you behave yourself here and finish your celebration and then while you drive home you can have your cigar in one hand and my head in your lap...."
A quiet yet audible groan left his slips as he nodded in agreement, "Sounds like heaven babe."
"Perfect. Now you go have your fun. I'm gonna call your mom and set up plans for dinner."
He thanked me and gave me another kiss goodbye before heading back into the locker room.
When Joe and you climbed into his car, his lips immediately attached to yours. Making out for a few minute, you realize he just lit the cigar in his hand. Joe shoots you a smirk before getting the car on the road. His left hand held the cigar while his right hand gripped the steering wheel.
You reached down, palming him through his black slacks, eyes scanning over his face then to his cigar.
“You want to suck me off while I’m smoking my cigar, don’t you?” he asked teasingly, taking another puff.
“Yes please.”
You pause, clipping your hair back before popping his pants button and pulling out his big, hard cock. You note the precum already beading at his pink head. You start by kissing his tip before taking him into your mouth, hand pumping and twisting at his base.
“Fuck,” he breathed out, “You look so damn pretty with my cock in your mouth.
He took another hit off his cigar as his grip on the wheel tightened. The only thing he hated about fulfilling this fantasy of yours was he didn’t have a free hand to grip your hair.
You bob your head up and down, his tip hitting the back of your throat over and over, making him let out a deep guttural moan as you come to a red light. You moan around his cock which sets him off. His hips are bucking up into you, indicating that he’s close, so you speed up your motions just a bit and take him even deeper.
“Fuck, I’m coming!” he groans and he blows out cigar smoke, shooting his load down your throat.
The light turn green as you pick your head up wearing a big grin on your face. You carefully tuck him back in his boxers and rebutton his pants as he continues your drive home. You watch as a fire blazes in his eyes and he takes on last puff of his cigar before putting in out in the car’s ash tray.Â
“God baby...”he exhales again, making your smile even wider, “Just wait until we get home. We’re gonna celebrate...hard.”
“MMM perfect. You deserve it.”
When he pulled into the driveway and turned off the car, you didn’t make the move to get out immediately, so you didn’t either. Turning to face you, he leaned over the center counsel and grabbed your jaw with one hand, pressing a long, sensual kiss to your lips.
“I may have won the AFC North twice so far, but being able to call you my girl is one of my biggest accomplishments. I love you,” he confessed sweetly.
“I love you too.”
“Now, let’s go celebrate.”
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