welcome to my masterlist! below, you will find all of my work on this blog in one place :) all works within the smut categories are considered 18+, minors DNI. feel free to send me requests if you have them! I hope you enjoy!
fluff
lavender: post show fluff involving a very tired Joe, a bath, and cuddles!
view: joe has a few days off, and his favorite pastime is to spoil you
smut
torture: you surprise joe a few nights earlier than he expects, and he makes sure to show you just how much he appreciates it
lace: you may tease joe with a new lingerie set, but by the end of the night he has the final word
angst
olivia: joe has missed you since the moment you broke up, and he'll do just about anything to show you how much he wants you back
you may tease Joe with a new lingerie set, but by the end of the night he has the final word
Rating: NSFW, 18+ minors dni. Includes smut, dom!sub dynamics (light) and edging
Word Count: 3k
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It should have been overwhelming. Three years ago, it would have been. So many people in a cramped space, loud and boisterous entertainer personalities vying for the attention of the room. On print, it sounded like your worst nightmare. Now? Now it was an average night.
Well, that might have been a stretch. Sure, you had found yourself in many rooms like this, but it wasn’t always such a large celebration. With the tour leg ending, you knew it would be a bit more extravagant than usual, but even that couldn’t have prepared you for how many familiar faces were crammed together in the dive you found yourself in. Nick, Pri, Kevin, Dani, the whole band including the singers, their spouses, a few of their extended family members, Frankie and his girlfriend, along with a good chunk of the crew that were able to come.
And still, with all of that, you felt at ease. Settled even, so long as Joe kept his hand on the small of your back, or his arm slung over your shoulder. He still worked the room, looking fine as hell with a beer in hand as he made his rounds, pausing after every few micro conversations to check in with you and make sure your drink was full and you were okay.
“I’ll tell you if I need something baby, just enjoy yourself,” you reminded him after the fourth check in. He smiled warmly at you, kissing you quickly and guiding you along to a quieter section, away from the hubbub that was breaking out amongst the brass section who were huddled near the stools.
When he found a sliver of privacy around the corner, he pulled you against him tight, kissing you harder, his fingers sliding into your belt loop to tug and keep you right there. You hummed in pleasure, letting him lead as he did so well. His hand wandered higher in search of skin, reaching to tuck under your shirt.
And then he froze.
You felt it - the way he glided one finger along the tiny thread of silk that was met with lace along the apex of your hip. A promise of something more hiding underneath.
Even in the dim lights you saw the spark ignite in those brown eyes, swore you could even hear him swallow over the commotion of everything going on around you. His lips were back on yours instantly, the intensity almost making you dizzy.
“Easy baby,” you laughed, pulling back just enough to make him breathe and remember where he was.
“You are such a tease,” he groaned, but there was an desperation to it rather than annoyance, and you knew you had him right where you wanted him.
“That’s what you get for feeling me up in a bar Mr. Jonas.”
“Then let’s go home so I can do it properly,” he countered.
“That would be awfully suspicious of us. People are already probably wondering where you’ve run off to.”
“Who gives a fuck,” he responded.
“We should go back,” you mused.
“No.” It sounded final, and then he was kissing you again. You returned it for a moment before you balled up his shirt in your hand, turning away with a grin and pulling him with you, back into the fray before he could protest.
As soon as you stopped walking you could feel him behind you, pressed much closer than before as he wrapped a hand around your waist. It didn’t take long for you to feel why, and you smiled over the rim of your glass. It never got old, your ability to get him worked up with the slightest effort even after a few years.
It was your turn to play non-chalant. You guided the conversations, pulling Pri aside to talk about holiday plans while Joe stayed half behind you out of caution and tried to redirect Nick away from discussing set list for the NYE show when he could barely hear him. When that was done you met up with Frankie, congratulating him on such a great run. He bear hugged you, which was the only time Joe let go of you the rest of the evening.
That was until he started making his rounds to say goodbye and congratulations to everyone. You watched him, laughing quietly when you heard people’s shock at the fact that he wasn’t staying until closing, despite the fact that it was already pushing 1am. Even you were antsy by the end, but you knew that it was important to him to make sure that he spoke to everyone and thanked them, as he always did.
The relief you felt when you gave your last hugs goodbye was immediately replaced with tension when Joe found you again, hand wide along the small of your back as he led you to the car. He opened the door for you, sliding in once you scooted over and immediately reaching for you, pulling you back towards him to the middle seat. You held your breath as he reached around you to grab your seatbelt, guiding it across you and clicking it in, fingers lingering on their way back across your waist to settle on your thigh.
The cab was still chilly, but your skin was flushed the entirety of the short ride back to Joe’s place, his grip on your leg paired with the occasional kiss he pressed to your hair making you shift in your seat already.
“Now you know how I’ve felt the last hour,” he whispered to you when he noticed, making you blush all the way to your ears.
You wouldn’t have known anything was happening when you arrived. He was the picturesque gentleman, helping you out of the car, thanking his security and taking your hand casually, leading you to the elevator in an eerie silence that had your heart rate spiking.
There were three sides to Joe when it came to sex. The most common was soft, loving, sweet. That version was always sprinkled in, no matter how intense things became. He was always sure you knew his top priority was your comfort with anything going on, and he could read you like a book which helped. Below that was the more submissive version of him, where he let you pin his hands above his head and take the lead without a second thought. He’d drop to his knees the moment you asked him to.
But given the way he barely looked at you in the elevator, you had a feeling you were in for version three. And you were giddy over it. Dominant Joe was the rarest. He was so carefree at baseline that it was jarring in the best way to watch him fully take control, and if you were honest, it often led to the best sex you’d ever had. The man knew exactly how to guide you through in a way that never felt too threatening, but allowed you to turn your mind off and be taken care of in the best way.
So you didn’t question anything when the doors opened and he led you into the house, locking the door behind him. He toed off his shoes and you followed suit, mouth a bit dry as you watched him walk into the living room. The cockiness that he always exuded on stage was peeking through when he sat down on the red couch, leaning back with an arm slung over the back cushions, eyes hooded as they found you.
He lifted two fingers and flicked them, signaling for you to come closer. You did as he silently asked, approaching until you were in front of him and waiting for him to say something else.
“You wanna show me what’s hiding under there?” His voice was rough - that was the only indication you’d had any affect on him other than the bulge in his jeans. You blushed deep as you reached for the hem of your shirt, pulling it over your head to reveal the top half of the lingerie. The bra was flesh colored mesh embroidered with wildflowers, the cups lined with dark green fabric and held up by two tiny straps of silk. Along your waist was a singular horizontal strap that created a triangle of the same embroidery with an open section of skin around your tummy, the rest hidden under your jeans.
You paused after you tossed your shirt aside and he raised an eyebrow.
“Don’t act shy now baby girl. All the way off.”
You wanted to run to the couch and jump on top of him right then, but you contained it, unbuttoning your jeans and pulling them off to reveal the rest. The bottom of the set was attached to the waist, delicate embroidery leading to a barely there thong in the back that matched the silk that led to small garter straps with gold clasps that rested on your thighs.
His eyes were slow, almost lazy as he looked you up and down, gaze tracing each strap as he took you in.
“Did you wear that to my show?” He knew the answer to that question, but you knew he wanted to hear you say it. You remembered the first time you’d done this, how he said there was nothing sexier than watching you gain confidence in yourself, allowed yourself to be sexual. You let those words wash over you as you let go, letting yourself fully sink into it.
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“For you,” you breathed. “I wanted to look good for you.”
He offered you a small smile, a break in the facade that reassured you that you’d more than accomplished that.
“Come here.”
You listened, walking up to him and pausing at his knees, heartbeat stuttering when he did nothing but spread them apart. He didn’t have to say anything for you to drop down to your knees, immediately diving in. You made quick work of his jeans and boxers, grinning at how hard he already was when you pulled them down, nails on his thighs as you climbed back up.
Joe was a simple man. It didn’t take a spectacular blowjob to get him off, but you’d learned over the years how to tease him and get him worked up like only someone who loved to do it could. An extra drag of the tongue along a vein, a surprise dip to the back of your throat, even a gentle squeeze was enough to have him biting his knuckle in restraint within the first few minutes. Nothing gave you more confidence than seeing your effect on him, and it made you all the more ready for him as you pulled out all the stops.
There was a light sheen of sweat on his brow when he pulled you back up, guiding you into his lap. You kissed him hard without thinking, getting yourself more than worked up to the point that you let out a whine when he pulled away. In the back of your mind, you knew he was trying not to cum, but you didn’t care. His five o’clock shadow was in full force, stubble the perfect grit against your skin that had you craving his kiss.
“I was going to return the favor, but we need a bed for that,” he hummed, the casual tone of his voice forced.
“Don’t need it, we can just fuck now,” you practically begged, hips rolling twice before he stopped them with a hiss.
“Eager, aren’t we baby. Almost.”
He guided you off of him with gentle hands but a firm grip, taking your hand again to lead you to your room. You could hear your heartbeat in your ears when he guided you to the bed, letting you fall backwards on the comforter before it was his turn to drop down.
He started painfully slow - kitten licks over lace that were just enough to make you twitch, hips chasing his tongue each time he pulled back. It felt like hours that he teased you, one finger circling without slipping in, a thumb pressed but unmoving unless you ground your hips to create something - anything. So when he finally pulled your panties to the side and flattened his tongue, you immediately saw stars. But it was so short lived that you found yourself chasing it, hips stuttering in the aftermath of everything but nothing all at once. He knew every tell your body had, and he led you to the edge over and over before pulling away.
“Joe please baby, please,” you begged, hoping he’d have some mercy on you.
“You look so beautiful like this. All worked up, all desperate. For who?”
“For you. Please baby, I can’t.” You said it without a thought, body twitching in sensitivity as you felt his finger trace from your garter up your hips to your chest. His fingers traced the top of the bra cups, pulling down just enough for your tits to spill out. He leaned over you, waiting until your eyes found his. Pools of liquid umber, staring down at you as his fingers found you again, just barely enough pressure to have you squirming.
“When did you buy this?”
“Last month,” you gasped, your nails digging into his arm as you tried to hold it together.
“Which card did you use?” He hummed, watching your every move.
“Yours.” You were unraveling, at the tipping point.
“So I bought it then?”
“Yes,” you moaned.
You were just able to keep your eyes open long enough to see his satisfied smirk.
“Good,” he said. His fingers were gone, hands grasping the middle section of lace and ripping it in half with ease, tossing the scraps somewhere you couldn’t see.
And then, you were moving. The room spun for a moment as he flipped you over onto your stomach, pulling you until your legs came off the bed. It gave him the perfect position to line up behind you and immediately sink home, making your back arch and a cry leave your lips as you were so immediately full that it was overwhelming.
It was obvious he wasn’t far behind you, hips fast and guttural as he pounded into you, hands on your hips to hold you steady. Nothing had ever felt so good, and you couldn’t stop the tears that welled up, overwhelmed by all of the sensations. You were speaking, begging, thanking him for fucking you so well - at least, you thought you were. At that point, you weren’t even sure you could get a coherent word out. You could hear his praises too, a stream that ran together from his lips. So good, all mine, fucking perfect.
When he folded over top of you, somehow going deeper, you thought you would explode. But it wasn’t until he turned your head to kiss you that you finally let go, vision going almost black as you finally came, legs tightening and breath catching as it passed over you in waves. Joe worked you through it, but barely let up until you felt him stutter behind you, finally tipping over the edge with you.
He stayed there for a moment, weight held up above you by his arms that you could see were shaking out of your periphery when he pulled out. You were too fucked out to care, but you came back into your body with each kiss he peppered along your back, fingers like feathers as he unclasped your bra, sliding the straps as far down your shoulders as he could.
“You okay baby?” His voice was rough, his tone gentle as he came around where you could see him. You nodded slightly, noticing the relief in his face.
“Be right back my love,” he murmured in your ear, disappearing for a moment. You heard water in the bathroom, and the thought of a warm bath was enough to bring you back to earth. You pushed yourself up, arms wobbly. Joe’s timing was perfect as he came back in, helping you fully to your feet before scooping you up bridal style and carrying you to the clawfoot tub that was already filling up with bubble bath and hot water.
He sat you down for only a moment before he climbed in right behind you, guiding you to curl up on his chest, holding your body close. Neither of you spoke as the water ran, but he pressed kiss after kiss to your hair, your temple. He shifted the two of you forward when he had to turn the water off, but otherwise he sat perfectly still, relaxing only when you finally moved to nuzzle up closer to him.
“That was amazing,” you praised, fingers coming up to trace his collarbone. You felt his sigh of relief leave his chest.
“Yeah? Wasn’t too intense?”
“Hell yeah,” you laughed, though it sounded weak. Your whole body still felt like jello. “I mean, I had a hell of a time. I hope it was just as good for you.”
He looked at you incredulously.
“Baby you about ended the night the moment you took your shirt off, please, do not worry about me having a good time. Seriously, you looked like a goddess. Thank god I didn’t know you had that on at the show, I would have lost it.”
You blushed, leaning up to kiss him, lips gentle and unhurried as he tucked a finger under your jaw to hold you there.
“You’ll have to buy me another set then,” you teased between kisses.
“How many colors does it come in? I’ll buy every single one,” he grinned, pressing his lips to your forehead.
You settled in against him, letting the water and his gentle hands soothe your muscles until it turned tepid. Joe guided you out, letting you towel off before wrapping you up in one of the bathrobes on the back of the door. He put his on to match, leaving you to crawl into bed as he wandered to the kitchen, coming back with a few snacks and water for the both of you.
The two of you laughed and talked and shared your favorite memories from the tour before you drug yourself back out of bed to brush your teeth and change. It was 3am by the time Joe flicked the last lamp off, pulling you to his chest as you settled in to sleep.
just a heads up, I’m currently packing up to move across the country and start a new job so posting/writing might be sparse for a bit but I’ll be back soon!!
Joe has a few days off, and his favorite pastime is to spoil you
rating: pg-13, this is straight fluff start to finish
word count: 4.4k
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The bed was warm, but not space-heater-fiance warm. You frowned, thinking as fast as your freshly awakened brain would let you. What was the date again? Was he on tour? Early interview?
As you ran through the options, each one fell flat. By all accounts, he should be right there next to you in bed. You sat up, scanning the room slowly. His boxers from last night lay over the corner of the hamper, a towel that looked damp hung from the hook you could spot from the bathroom.
He was definitely here this morning, but he wasn’t in your bed, that was for sure. Well - technically it was his bed, but who was worried about particulars at a ripe 7am. You rolled over, cuddling back down into the sheets in an attempt to savor the morning, though you had looked forward to waking up next to Joe and soaking up all his extra warmth. It was more common now than it had been in the early days of your dating, but still, you didn’t get as many mornings with him as you would like.
As if on cue, you heard the key in the front door lock. It sounded effortful, an obvious struggle occurring on the other side of the wood. You perked up a bit, watching over the top of your covers until he finally appeared in the bedroom doorway, a coffee cup in each hand, flowers tucked into his waistband, and a brown paper bag being suspended by his teeth as he tried to carry it all.
He locked eyes with you, surprised to see you awake.
“Damn,” he mumbled. At least, that was your guess. It was a bit garbled behind the bag.
“Do you need some help my love?” You offered gently, quirking an eyebrow. He shook his head, waltzing over to you and passing you your coffee. He didn’t say a word but held up his finger for a moment before disappearing again around the corner. You listened carefully for clues from the kitchen - a clink of glass, water running, something scooting across the counter.
When he came back, he was very carefully balancing a breakfast tray adorned with a vase of beautiful flowers, a pair of plates with bagel sandwiches in the middle along with glasses of water.
“Now we’re totally going to pretend like you weren’t awake to see that whole struggle and that your loving fiance timed things perfectly and woke you up with this lovely surprise,” he narrated as he walked ever so slowly towards the bed, concentrating so hard on not spilling anything that his tongue peeked out of the side of his mouth just barely. “And action.”
“Wow, what a wonderful surprise from my loving fiance, I had no idea,” you parroted, laughing but blushing nonetheless at his sweet gesture.
“I know right? Wow, what a guy.” And even though your words were rehearsed, you still saw the slightest pink blush in his cheeks, making you grin as he passed you the tray and perched himself on top of the covers beside you. You leaned over to kiss him quickly.
“Thank you baby. What’s all this for?”
“Because I wanted to, and I love you. And because I have a whole day planned for us, and this is just the intro.” There was a bit of pride in his tone that warmed your heart. You’d never experienced love like Joe’s before. It was a perfect mixture of the wild and crazy and chaotic, balanced out with sweetness,warmth and a thoughtfulness that you couldn’t believe you were lucky enough to get all at once.
“Well now I’m excited, what’s the dress code?” You unpacked the bagels, passing Joe his and tucking into yours.
“Phase one is comfy casual,” he explained. “Phase two is black tie. Phase three, pajamas.”
“Three phases? Black tie?” Your eyebrows shot up. Black tie wasn’t exactly a part of your usual wardrobe. Sure, you had a couple nice dresses hanging in the back of your closet from the few award shows you’d attended with Joe over the years, but you weren’t even sure any of them fit.
He smiled warmly at you. “Do you trust me?” He asked. You nodded without hesitation. “Then don’t worry about it and eat your bagel.”
You accepted it and continued on with your breakfast, coffee and quiet conversation. It was peaceful and slow in the best way, and you found yourself just admiring him. The way the sunlight through the window lit up those green specks in his irises, the way his curls were getting just a tad long, giving them another ringlet when they weren’t tamed down. He was just so damn beautiful, even with a sesame seed from his bagel hanging onto his lip. You swiped it away, blushing when he chased your hand to kiss your palm.
In all honesty, you would have been content to stay in bed all day, but you knew Joe couldn’t sit still that long. So once the bagel wrappers were crumpled and the last dregs of coffee were drunk, you pulled yourself out of bed and began to get ready.
The routine altered slightly. When both you and Joe were home, it was often a dance in the mornings, despite how big the bathroom was. The music that was always playing from somewhere added to it, but it was a sacred time together you enjoyed often before having to part ways for the day. But, since Joe was already up and ready for the day, he perched himself on the bathroom counter while you flitted around through your routine.
His eyes followed your every move, and you had to stop yourself from thinking about it too much or you got fully distracted and abandoned your steps in favor of kissing him. He never minded, though he did pull back just barely from your fresh lipgloss, tongue peeking out along his own lips.
“Sticky,” he teased. “Strawberry?” You nodded and he tucked a finger under your chin to pull you in for another kiss.
Once you were happy with your hair and simple makeup, you threw on some black leggings and a cute sweater to compliment Joe’s loose jeans and crewneck.
“Does this work?” You spun around once, showing it off.
“Perfect as always,” he said, hopping down off the counter and taking your hand. “Onward to phase one.”
It was crazy to you how used to a driver you’d become. Even though Joe did love to bike or drive around, he opted for the convenience (and safety) of having one of his security team drive when you were involved unless it was a short drive. So you at least had a hint that you’d be in for a drive when you saw the SUV outside. Joe held the door open for you before going around to the opposite side, immediately sliding over to be closer to you.
The backseat was cozy as Jared drove, and you alternated between watching the buildings pass in the windows and chatting with Joe, watching the crazy videos that popped up on his tiktok or scrolling through the Jonas family group text to see new videos of all the nieces and updates from everyone. It wasn’t until almost 45 minutes later that you finally broke.
“Do I get to know where we’re going?”
“Do you really want to know?”
“Yes….no,” you sighed, knowing you would love the surprise if you could hold out.
“We’re almost there,” he teased, kissing your hair. That satiated you for a bit and you cuddled up against his arm until you arrived, a wide smile spreading across your face as you read the sign.
“Are we going to the aquarium?”
You hadn’t gone to one in years. If you were honest, people had teased you about it when you were younger, so much that you didn’t mention your love for them to many people, Joe being an exception to that rule.
“Why yes, yes we are. And, I might have sweet talked them into pushing back opening an hour so we have it all to ourselves,” he beamed, obviously proud of himself.
“No fuckin’ way. You’re the best. Thank you thank you thank you.” You pulled him in to kiss him quickly, feeling his lips pull back into a smile against yours as Jared brought the car around to the doors.
“You’re welcome baby.” He kissed you again before climbing out and jogging around the back of the car to open your door and help you down. You wove your fingers together as he led you to the front gate, which had a few eager staff members awaiting your arrival.
They let you in, greeting you as professionally as they could muster when it was Joe Jonas thanking them, and it made you smile to see just how loved he was. They asked to take a picture with him for their social media, which you happily snapped for them, along with a few individual shots with Joe for some of the girls.
“We hope you guys enjoy it, please let us know if you need anything!” They said, and with that they sent you off.
Jared was kind enough to hang back enough that he was barely in sight, making it really feel like it was just you and Joe in all of the exhibits. It was perfect, strolling around, gazing at all the colorful fish, beautiful coral and various sea creatures. The only time Joe let go of your hand was to snap pictures of the two of you, or just you in front of some of the tanks, then he was right back next to you, taking it all in.
His favorite was by far the sea otters who flitted around their enclosure, playing with various toys and diving deep holding shells from their morning feeding. You had to admit they were adorable, but you couldn’t stop watching Joe’s reactions, giggling at how excited he was.
Your excitement came when you made it to the shark tunnel that stretched over you, rays and large fish and a few sharks gliding through the water beside you and occasionally above your head, grazing the glass. You stood like a statue for a few minutes, head on a swivel as you watched them pass, pointing out your favorites to Joe.
“Wait, I have an idea,” he said, and the next moment he was on the ground, flat on his back. You looked down at him for a moment, grinning when he stretched his arm out, patting the floor with the other, inviting you.
You laid down next to him without hesitation, head resting on his bicep as you both gazed up at the massive tank. You felt like you could be 6 years old, and you fought back a burning in your eyes. It felt silly to be emotional, but when you looked over at Joe, who looked like there was nowhere else he’d rather be in the world, you couldn’t help it.
“I love you,” was all you could say.
“I love you too.” He said it without hesitation like it was the easiest thing in the world.
You weren’t sure how much longer you laid there, but eventually Joe perked up.
“How many people do you think have walked on this floor?”
“Alright, good feeling gone,” you laughed, sitting up and pulling him with you. The tunnel was the finale of the exhibit and you headed out just as the first trickle of people entered the aquarium.
Back in the safety of the car, you curled back up into Joe, enjoying the ride all the way back with the occasional kiss to your hair, his fingers tracing light patterns over your skin.
When you got back home, it was straight to the couch to relax for a bit. You gathered a few snacks from the kitchen on your way, and Joe came back to the coffee table with both his guitar and the PS5 controllers. You played a couple rounds of games before abandoning it in favor of hearing Joe strum, working through the final tweaks of a new song he’d come up with. It was your perfect day, down to every detail, and it was only 1pm.
A few hours later, someone knocked on the door. Joe grinned, checking his watch.
“Right on schedule.” He climbed off the couch and went to unlock the door while you waited.
To your surprise, a few familiar faces trickled in. One of Joe’s stylists, Katie, that you’d worked with before. And then Jamal and Kaia, who were usually on the tour crew for hair and makeup.
“What’s all this?”
“Told you to trust me,” he grinned. “It’s your turn to be pampered.”
You were amazed, and also blushing as you watched the team begin to bring everything in.
“Joe, this is too much.”
“Says who?” He hummed.
“Says me,” you countered.
“It’s never too much for you. You deserve all the special treatment, and I want you to feel beautiful tonight without stressing about it. I know you and your curling iron have beef,” he teased.
“What do you know about my curling iron,” you accused, trying not to break at his adorable grin.
“Don’t think I don’t hear you cussing that thing out in the mornings. Now go, relax, enjoy. Our reservations are at 5 so you have plenty of time.”
“Where are you going?” You pouted, grabbing his hand. He brought yours up to kiss the back of it.
“I have a couple calls and then I’ll come check in. Promise.”
“Okay,” you kissed him softly, stealing one extra before letting him go and heading into the bedroom. Katie already had a rack set up in the corner when you went to go greet her.
“You all did not have to do all this,” you sighed, but you couldn’t deny how beautiful the dresses were.
“Well first off, you’re like the chillest client we have besides your fiancé and second, he gave us a fat bonus for an easy job,” Katie grinned.
“Well good,” you laughed, shaking your head a bit at the craziness that was your life. You moved to the bathroom to greet everyone before you started trying on dresses.
It was a process, even with them all set to be your measurements. You made it halfway through the rack without finding any that you loved.
“What’s Joe wearing?”
“He told me to bring compliments to whatever you pick and that’s what he would go with.” Katie gave you a knowing look, as if it was the cutest thing she’d heard all week. “You worry about what you feel good in.”
Eventually, you landed on a dark green number that hugged your curves but was forgiving enough to be comfortable. You knew Joe would also appreciate the low cut back, and you felt a bit giddy when you hung it back up as your choice. Katie paired it with a beautiful pin striped suit for Joe that had you even more excited as you moved on to hair and makeup.
You weren’t entirely foreign to the process, but to you, it still felt like getting ready for prom. This time around, it went much faster than you usually endured for red carpets since it didn’t need to be flash photography ready. You made easy conversation with Jamal and Kaia, letting them work their magic from your roots to your fresh toenail polish. And it did feel good when you let yourself relax and enjoy it.
Joe kept his promise and appeared a few minutes before they finished up. He leaned against the door frame to watch you, seeing that his usual spot on the counter was covered in products.
“Thoughts?” You asked, catching his eye in the mirror.
“Beautiful this morning, beautiful now.”
“That was cheesy, even for you,” you teased to deflect from the fact that you blushed all the way to your ears.
“I’m gonna go get dressed, see you in a minute.” He kissed the top of your head before disappearing around the corner. The team put on your final touches in the next few minutes before setting you free to get dressed, sneaking out with all their gear.
The decision for shoes took longer than you anticipated, but you eventually slipped on a semi-comfortable pair and headed out to the living room where Joe was waiting. He had his back turned to you at first, his suit hugging his broad shoulders in the perfect way. He’d done his own hair - you could always tell because his curls were always a bit wilder, just the way you liked them. And when he turned around, you couldn’t find the words to describe just how good he looked. You would never get used to it, never really understand how someone could be so beautiful and that you got to call that person yours forever.
By some miracle, his thinking seemed to match yours when he saw you. He was speechless for a moment, taking you in from head to toe, hand coming up to cover his mouth, running over his five o’clock shadow for a minute before he spoke.
“Holy shit. You look amazing.”
“Thank you baby. You don’t look too bad yourself,” you blushed, closing the space between the two of you quickly. His hands automatically moved to your waist, fingertips warm against your skin. He peeked over your shoulder to see the open back and let his head fall back at the sight. You rolled your eyes and lightly punched his arm, giggling as he caught you in a kiss when he came back up.
“You still taste like strawberries,” he hummed, smile still on his lips when you pulled him in closer, fingers moving to his hair. He kissed you gently, hands possessive but careful until he pulled back to rest his forehead on yours.
“You keep kissing me like that and we aren’t going to make it to dinner.”
You pulled back just enough to raise your eyebrows at him, weighing the options. That got your favorite laugh out of him - the short one that only happened when you really caught him off guard.
“It’s good dinner,” he teased, kissing you one more time before lacing your fingers together and leading you out the door. You followed along happily, smiling when you turned towards the garage. There was just something so normal about him driving you around, one hand on your thigh and the other palming the wheel. You had told him you found it hot years ago, and ever since he jumped at any opportunity.
So you soaked it all in as he drove, and you were glad you thought to, because it felt like only moments before he parked in the valet line.
“That was so fast,” you said. “Like literally two turns.”
“I wasn’t sure if your heels would hurt your feet, didn’t want to take any chances,” he explained casually before climbing out. It made your whole body warm to watch him come around the car to help you out, offering you his arm.
The restaurant was beautiful - The River Cafe, sat right on the Hudson with a breathtaking view of the skyline and the Brooklyn Bridge, with a cozy vibe inside that spoke of elegance and romance. He guided you all the way to your table, pulling out your chair for you and thanking your host before he took his own seat across from you. He put his back to the view so you could see, but you couldn’t stop looking at him - from the way his eyes sparkled even in the dim lighting to the way his whole face softened when he caught you gazing.
“I love you,” he said.
“I love you too.” You weren’t sure you’d ever be able to say it enough. “Thank you for planning all this, it means the world.”
“Thank you for spending all day with me and trusting my plans. You having a good day so far?” You were floored that there was just a hint of nerves in his voice, as if he wasn’t sure.
“The best day,” you reassured him, holding his hand over the table. “Next date day is on me.”
“Deal.”
Your waiter returned with a bottle of wine and walked you through the menu, helping you both decide on appetizers to start. When he left, Joe turned right back to you.
“You know, if you wanted the seafood don’t miss out on my account.”
“And not be able to kiss you for 6 hours? No thanks,” you countered, sipping your wine.
“We would survive,” he reassured you.
You gave him the same look you gave him in the living room, making him chuckle softly.
“I would take a benadryl,” he amended, making you laugh.
Dinner went seamlessly, with delicious food and easy conversation. The two of you never ran out of things to talk about, from personal to professional lives. You flowed through topics like the wine in your cups and before you knew it, hours had passed and dessert was on the table. When that was done, one of the staff offered to snap some pictures of the two of you on the balcony which you happily agreed to, glad to have the memories even if it meant a few shivers.
You didn’t even have to ask when it was time to go - Joe immediately shrugged his jacket off, draping it over your shoulders before you began the short walk home. You’d reassured him that the heels weren’t too painful and that he didn’t need to hold back on the wine on your account when you could always pick up the car in the morning.
Neither of you were past buzzed, but it kept you warm for the few blocks it took to get home and added a few more giggles than usual. It wasn’t until you got in the elevator that it hit you.
“Oh my god I just remembered there’s a phase three,” you gasped, making Joe laugh beside you.
“Yes indeed, it’s only 10. I’ve got many hours left in me. You on the other hand, we shall see.”
“Hey,” you pouted, hitting his arm lightly. “I can hang.”
“Right,” he teased, kissing your hair as the doors opened. You both settled into the familiar rhythm of coming home, dropping keys in the dish and sliding off shoes.
You gave him back his jacket to hang up, and didn’t even have to ask for help with your zipper - his gentle fingers were there before you could. The relaxation was automatic as you both got into your pajamas - flannel pants and topless for him, oversized shirt from his drawer and cozy shorts for you.
You headed straight for the bathroom afterwards, giving yourself an extra moment to take in your makeup before you had to take it off.
Joe was right behind you, arms wrapped around your waist as he watched in the mirror.
“I’m gonna go get changed and set everything up, come find me when you’re done.” He kissed your cheek and disappeared back into your room.
You took your time removing all your makeup, pulling your hair up in a messy bun before you wandered to the living room, curiosity high.
Joe had moved the coffee table slightly, just enough to where there was room for the two of you to sit on the floor in front of the couch so you’d be eye level with his arrangement.
It took a moment to figure it out between the bags, books and various cardboard laying around, but when you got closer it was obvious. Legos - another love of yours, a ‘silly’ interest you were hesitant to share that Joe took on whole heartedly. Because if it was fun for you, he damn well was going to at least give it a try.
And you weren’t sure why it was that - why the love of your life sitting in the living room on the floor sorting bags into numerical order was what sent you over the edge, but you couldn’t help it. You began to cry silently, slow tears trickling down your cheeks.
“Am I doing this right?” He looked up at you, smile immediately fading into worry when he saw you. “Woah, hey hey, what’s wrong baby?”
He was already moving to his feet but you didn’t care - you walked straight up to him and climbed in his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck. He didn’t hesitate to reciprocate it, holding you tightly as you pulled yourself together, breathing him in. There was no pressure as you cried, just strong arms and sweet kisses to your shoulder, a slight sway back and forth.
When you leaned back his hands went to hold your face, thumbs swiping your tears gently.
“How can I help?” He changed his question, words so soft it almost set you off again.
“I just love you. A lot. Like more than I’ve ever loved anyone actually,” you explained. He nodded intently, but you could see the confusion in his eyes grow with each second until you elaborated.
“You planned all this today because you wanted to, and you love me. And you do it really, really well. And if I think about it too much I cry. That’s all,” you laughed at the way it sounded out together, shaking your head just barely, happy to see his smile was back.
“So happy tears then,” he confirmed. “I love you more than you’ll ever understand baby. And for the record, now that tour is over you better get used to lots more nights like these, cause I’ve got lots of ideas up these sleeves.” He raised his bare arms up just to make you laugh, catching the sound with a kiss.
“Now, you ready to put a bunch of microscopic plastic bricks together?”
“Hell yeah,” you chuckled, turning yourself around in his lap as smoothly as you could and settling back against his chest.
“That’s my girl.”
You weren’t sure how long you lasted. The next morning you could remember most of the set being done, but the only clear memory was the feeling of strong arms carrying you to bed before pulling you close, lulling you to sleep.
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