Joe Burrow Imagines

Temporary Fix || smut

Summary: You catch Joe's eye at the club and he decides he'll be your temporary fix.
Word Count:1k
Warnings: drinking, soft Joe, unprotected sex

You grinded yourself against the miscellaneous dance partner, Luke you think, your friend had picked for you. In all honesty, he was insufferable, he kept calling you the wrong name, stepping on your feet, and flirting with other girls. 
"I'm gonna go get another drink," you yelled into his ear.
"What?" he breath stunk, cigarettes and beer. You held your tongue in and walked away rolling your eyes. You ordered the strongest drink and slumped against the wall watching people. You locked your eyes on a tall guy with dirty blonde hair. He was drinking from a water bottle, standing in a group of other tall men. He turned and looked at you, scanning the rest of the club in one motion. You felt yourself blush and you quickly averted your eyes.
"There you are," Luke grabbed at your waist and you dodged him, "We're about to leave are you coming with?'
"No, I'm good," you pushed his hands away again. You looked past him to the blonde, his eyes were scanning past you again, making brief eye contact. Luke grabbed at your arm again and you pushed him away, "No, I said I'm good," You walked away, towards the blonde. You stopped when he scanned the room again, you turned and slumped against a wall adjacent to him.
You sipped your drink watching the room, taking frequent glances at the blonde.
"Hey," you turned your head and there he was, "I'm Joe," he put his hand out to shake. You took it, shaking it and reciprocating with your name.
"I uh- I don't know if you came with anyone but here's my number," he had written it on a napkin, "you can call whenever and I can be your muse."
"You mean my vice?" you asked smirking, holding tight to the napkin.
"Whatever you wanna call it," he shined his pearly whites with a chuckle.
"Can I call now?" you asked smiling, he put a hand above your head entrapping you with his body.
"You're in control," with those words you smashed your mouth to his hungrily.
His hands roamed your body, your head feeling woozy with delight, the blacks of your eyelids lit up with color from the club lights. Stopping for a breath you noticed eyes on you, phones out snapping pictures. Who was this guy?
"Let's go?" Joe grabbed your hand and pulled you out of the club to the street. He pulled out his phone to call a uber. You climbed in, pulling Joe in next to you, jumping onto him, and pressing your lips to his neck. The car rolled to a stop and Joe opened the door, steadying you as you stepped out. He opened the front door for you, shutting it behind him and pushing you up against it. Lips crashing into yours, you pulled at his shirt hem, and he lifted it over his head. You stared at him, his toned body breathing heavily waiting for your next move. You pushed him back, signaling him to lead you to his bed.
You pushed him back on the bed, climbing on top, pulling your shirt off, and throwing it. His eyes moved up and down your body. You grabbed his hand and placed it on your breast, leaning down to kiss him. He kneaded your breast with one hand as the other guided your hips grinding against him. He groaned into the kiss, his hands feeling hungrier, his hard-on bulging into you.
He rolled and pushed you under him, pulling down your pants. His eyes were hungry looking down at you.
"Touch me," you pleaded, his eyes shot up to yours. He moved his head, placing kisses on your thighs, his finger entering your heat. Your stomach flipped as he began to move his finger pumped in and out. You moaned, closing your eyes, watching him was too much to handle. He pushed in another finger, moving faster, hitting your g-spot. You moaned loudly, your hand shooting to cover your mouth.
"Say my name baby," his voice was deeper than before. You moaned out his name as your stomach tightened, your body feeling light as you went over the edge. He moved up placing a kiss on your collarbone.
"Good," he said against your skin.
"I need more," you were yearning for him. You sat up, your hands undoing his belt and pull his pants down, his cock shot out. You took it in your hand and stroked it, feeling it becomes harder. He pushed his head back groaning.
"Mhm stop," you obliged, letting go of his dick. He pushed you back onto the bed, his hands running up your legs. He pushed his dick in, and you whimpered. He moved slowly.
"Faster Joe," you pleaded.
"Tell me what you want baby," he tucked his head into your neck.
"I want you to make me cum," you whined, and his thrusts became faster. His thumb playing with your clit. Rubbing fast circles, driving you wild. Your stomach began to clench.
"Joe," you cried out, grabbing onto his arm.
"That's right baby call out my name," He moved faster and harder, your closed your eyes, your orgasm hitting you hard.
"JOE," you yelled, his motions weakening as he came, and he collapsed next to you. Laying a hand on your cheek. You both lay there, breathing heavily, and your legs felt weak. You began to take in your surroundings, a football jersey framed on the wall, two of them actually. Both read 'Burrow' with the number 9.
"You're Joe Burrow?" you whipped your head to the side, he looked at you smiling, and nodding.