Joe Burrow Imagines

Gentle || smut & fluff

18+ Minors DNI
Summary: Joe has to be gentle during sex since you bruise easily, but you aren't so gentle on him
Word Count:630
Warnings: talking about pain, unprotected sex, somewhat vanilla, scratching
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"Baby is that another bruise?" Joe walked in as you were exiting the shower. You looked down, five small bruises where Joe's hands had held you earlier.
"Oh I guess I'm sorry," you rubbed at them feeling a deep pain.
"Don't apologize, I need to learn to be more gentle," he said, wrapping a towel around your body. He wrapped his arms around you hugging you, placing a kiss on your lips.
"Mhm do that again," you said, closing your eyes to enjoy it. He did so, dragging his mouth down to your neck. He kissed lightly, not leaving even the faintest hickey.
"Come here," he turned you around, picking you up and setting you down on the bathroom counter. He pushed his body between your legs closing the gap between the two of you. He pulled the towel off you slowly, looking at your body.
"May I?" He asked you, his hands hovering above your bare waist.
You smiled at him nodding a yes. He gently placed his hands, his fingertips barely placing on you. His touch was so soft now, his thumb moving over your hips. He kissed your collarbone, moving down and placing it in your stomach, then your hip. He was on his knees in front of you.
He was on his knees now, his thumb beginning to rub small circles, his other inserting a finger. You placed your hand on his face, turning him to look at you. He kept working on your pussy, smiling happily at you.
He moved his fingers fast, bringing you close to release, and you gripped the counter. He stopped, standing quickly and removing his pants. He moved in close once again, his face coming close to yours. His hand met your face, he held your cheek, his thumb pushing its way into your mouth.
"You ready?" He asked looking into your eyes, you twirled your tongue around his thumb.
"Yes," you said, closing your eyes in anticipation. You felt his hand grab your thighs, the same place bruises had appeared. His touch was light and gentle, he was aware of his strength. He lined himself up, pushing into you. He thrust quickly, needing release, you moved your hips with his needing it just as much as he did. You both moaned out, his hands stayed light as they moved up to your neck, holding ever so gently around your throat. He pushed you back, your heading hitting the mirror.
"Gentle baby," you reminded him, his eyes softened and he continued to move in and out of you. Your stomach tightened, your body filling with an ecstatic feeling, "I'm close," you whimpered into his ear.  He quickened his pace, pushing harder into you, and your walls tensed around his dick.
"Fuck, you're so tight baby," his strokes became uneven, and your hands were grabbing around Joe's body, finding anywhere to hold. You moaned out his name, your nails gripping his arms. You let go, your body shaking with pleasure, Joe did the same.
"You're so good to me," you whispered in his ear. He picked you up, carried you to the bed set you down.
"Was I gentle enough?" he hadn't even caught his breath yet.
"Of course," you reassured him, putting your hand on the back of his neck. You looked at his body, heaving over top of you. You had scratched up his arms and chest. They were superficial, like small cat scratches, "looks like I wasn't very gentle on you,"
"That's okay," he looked down at himself, chuckling.
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