Joe Burrow Imagines

Forever || smut & fluff

18+ Minors DNI
Summary: Joe returns home from an away game and he is in such a loving mood!
Word Count: 750
Warnings: soft dom Joe, very vanilla smut, PRAISE!!!!!!, smitten Joe, major aftercare
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Waiting for Joe to return home from an away game was like waiting for a million suns to set; it was torture. You sat in a chair by the front door. His plane had landed, and he had gotten an Uber home. Any minute now, he'd be walking through that door. You teetered back and forth on the chair excitedly.
"I'm sorry," he couldn't finish before you leaped into his arms and wrapped yourself around him. You planted kisses all over his face.
"God, I fucking missed you," you hugged him again, pressing your face against his chest and inhaling deeply.
"So what're you saying, you didn't miss me at all?" You admired his pearly whites as he chuckled at his own words.
"Oh, shut up," you said as you drew his face in for a kiss on the lips.
"Oh, do that again," he said. You pulled him in for another kiss, "one more."
"If I do any more, I'm not stopping," you said, kissing the side of his mouth through your words.
"Who says I want you to stop?" He held on tight, beginning to walk to the bedroom, his hands grabbing your ass. He deepened the kiss, his tongue twirling around and against yours. He set you gently onto the bed, his hands roaming your body.
He removed your shirt, taking a step back and admiring you.
"God, you are just so beautiful," he exclaimed, shaking his head in disbelief. He moved forward, his hands running down your arms. You were speechless when he lifted his shirt and you looked over his body. He approached you, laying you back softly, and goosebumps ran over your body from the skin-to-skin contact.
His hand pushed down your shorts, running a finger along your panty line.
"Is this okay?" He looked into your eyes, and you nodded. He ran his fingers over your crotch, the material of your pants adding another layer of friction. You pushed your hips up into his body, a small groan escaping his mouth.
Pushing past your need for pleasure, you reached down, palming him through his pants. He was already hard; his pants were creating tension.
He stood up, removing his pants and your underwear.
"Are you wet enough for me, baby?" he asked, already knowing the answer. He hovered over you, his hair falling out of place on his forehead. You reached up, laying your hand on his cheek, and nodded.
He pushed into you, moving slowly, savoring every moment. You grabbed his bicep with your other hand, squeezing tightly. He thrust once more, and your eyes closed in delight.
"Come on, baby, open your eyes for me." His words of encouragement made you wild. You opened them, fighting the urge to squeeze them closed. Joe was staring at your face, watching your expressions.
"Good girl," he leaned down, kissing your lips and thrusting once more.
"Faster, please, Joe," you whined into his mouth through the kiss. He thrust again, his hand moving to press on your stomach. He thrust faster, his movements making you tense around him.
"I love you so much," he groaned, his teeth clenched, "you're my pretty girl."
He thrust deeper, his hand on your stomach, pressing with each thrust. This was driving you wild.
"Fuck Joe," you whined, writhing underneath him, "please go faster."
He listened, picking up the pace. You could feel your body tensing even more as you got closer. You pulled him down for a kiss, hoping to prolong your pleasure. He adjusted, his strokes now hitting your g-spot, and you couldn't last any longer. You gripped his body tighter, closing your eyes.
"Go ahead, cum for me, darling," you said as you felt your stomach fill with static, shooting out of you. Joe pulled out his cum, spilling it into your stomach. His eyes were closed, and he leaned back in pleasure.
You both came back down to earth, letting your gripping hands leave each other.
"Oh, let me get you a towel," he said as he dashed off to the restroom, returning and wiping your stomach.
He laid down on the bed, pulling you under the covers. He pulled you in tight, his strong arms making you feel safe.
"God, I hate leaving you," he was speaking softly into your ear, "it's the worst thing in the world."
His fingers traced letters onto your arms; you consistently felt figure 8s.
"I wish we could stay like this forever," you said as you cuddled into his body, laying a kiss on his chest.
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