summary: poor poor glass jawed joseph is very very lonely. help him out, why don’t you?
CW: fingering, implied sex, a cliffhanger and that’s about it! maybe like a 10-15year age gap bc reader is portrayed as a younger, trendier typa girl. written in first person!
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I was laying in bed scrolling through random shit on my phone when I got a text. It was Joe. Glass Joe, to be specific. Boxing extraordinare. You know the guy.
Come hang out with me, mon doux.. I miss your company..
I'm no stranger to the men of the W.V.B.A. What can I say? I’m famous! And I didn’t make the guy follow me back on Insta, he did it himself. And so did many other boxers. They got one look at me and knew they wanted more.
I texted back, a little annoyed. Last time we hung out we got coffee together, but it's way too late for that, so I can't help but suspect he wants something different.
Yeaaahh, it's definitely not coffee this time. I text him back a simple "mk" then hop in the whip and drive over to his place.
His house isn’t as nice as other celebrities. It’s not like it’s gross or anything, just kindaaa.. humble. I knock on the door and he hurries over. He’s wearing this t-shirt which reads "Glass Joe's Boxing School" and a pair of Nike shorts. I sort of just look him up and down. How can he be so oddly hot? He eyes me up and down as well, then extends his hand. I take his hand and he leads me in the house.
He doesn't look back at me, but asks, "You've been good, j'espère?"
"I've been doing well, how about you, Joey?" I ask him back as he opens the door to a bedroom.
"Fine. Lonely.. a little. But i've been alright," he sits on his bed, forming a crease in the silk sheets draped over. He doesn't let go of my hand, so I sit right beside him.
"Can you keep me company in this lonely time, jolie fille?" He leans closer to me.
"A-anything for you, Joey," I press my lips into his, but only for a moment. We pull away, but he looks at me expecting more, so I give it to him. We end up lying down across his bed, him undressing me as I moan into his passionate kisses.
"Oh mon dieu.. such a gorgeous girl.." Joe reaches his hand under my top and starts groping my chest. He was gentle with his hands, but squeezed like he didn't ever want to let go. "Alors, vous aimez?"
"Ça me plaît, Joe.." I whimper.
He trails his other hand down my stomach, I shiver in response. His fingers waste no time slipping under my panties. I feel them circle my clit a few times before one dives into my pussy. I let out a soft moan, loving the feeling of his hands on me. "Oh, don't leave me, please, mon doux.. see how good I can make you feel?" He coos, slipping another finger inside me.
"Mhm.. I w-won't leave you, Joey.." My words are stifled between my breaths. He rips my bottoms off with one hand and relentlessly fingers me with the other. My hips thrash up into him needily- desperately. He grabs at my chest again, lifting my shirt up to move his head underneath and suck on my nipple.
"Ah, J-Joey, you're going to make me... you know," I mutter out, panting and whimpering like a dog.
"Be my guest, mon doux. J'ai hâte d'entendre les jolis bruits que tu feras quand ta crème coulera de toi." He kisses my cheek before going back to sucking and squeezing my tits.
I let out a loud moan, my legs shaking as he fingers me through my orgasm. My pussy shudders and tightens around his fingers. When I finish he slides his fingers out and licks them clean, humming and smirking.
"Mm.. très délicieux, mon doux."
I blush and avert my eyes, embarrassed by the act.
"Now, I have to tell you.. someone else has been lonely since last seeing you.." He stands up at the foot of the bed. He towers over my scrunched figure, trembling and clenching my legs together on the bed.
I look up at him, "O-oh, yeah? Who's that?"
"I can show you better than I can tell you, beau brin de fille~" He slips his shorts down his waist, teasingly slowly revealing his very stiff member. He slides them down and his penis springs up excitedly.
A small ‘oh’ escapes my lips and they coincidentally form the shape of just that letter. His cock is so cleanly shaven for someone who hasn’t got any action in a while. Unless he knew I was gonna give it up that easy tonight.. that’s beside the point. I silently admire his long, slender cock. His light pink tip is already leaking a translucent liquid which looks so tasty my mouth waters.
“Mon doux.. say something, hm? Unless the cat has got your tongue?” His unintentionally hilarious use of an American idiom rolls off his tongue with that sweet sounding French accent that makes all his “the”s sound more like “ze.” I can’t help squirming, almost having an eargasm and orgasm all at the same time.
My mouth opens, but I can only stammer.. the cat had gotten my tongue. I swallow and push the words out, “Joseph, I would do anything to have you fuck me with that..” I motion to his cock with my head, “but for now, i’m just saying please. Show me some kindness and accept that offer? Please, fuck me.”
A slight blush washes over his face. “So, so sweet..” he murmurs as he pushes me down on the bed, climbing on top of me. “I told you I would make you feel good as long as you don’t leave. If being ‘fucked’ is what you would like..” he practically spits out the words, as if such disgusting, dirty, language leaves a terrible taste in his mouth, “as you wish, mon doux.”
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