Tolerate it

Atta girl

Joes POV
I get home after a long day, it hurts me seeing her hurt, knowing I could fix it if she gave me the chance.
As I'm sitting down on the couch, my phone lights up.

Hey Joe! I was wondering if I could come over and write a song with you? You really helped me today and I think you have a great head for song writing! Let me know ❤️

I stare at my phone, Heart racing. Ava Sinclair wants me to help her write a song. I can't believe it. She wants me, she thought of me.

Hey Ava, that sounds amazing! I'll send a car to pick you up from your hotel sound good?

Sounds good Joey.

I send a car to pick her up so I don't have to worry about the paps I already know would be at her hotel, just waiting to get a picture of her. And her getting into my car? Would not help anything, especially after I posted that picture on my instagram story.

Ava's POV
I get to Joes house, and it beautiful, exactly what I thought it would look like.
I knock on the door and wait for him to open it
" A, come on in. I'm happy you're here." Joe greets me, letting me enter his home.
It's a clean modern house, no to many colours other then his football stuff. Clean and white, just like his life.
" hey thank you Joey for helping. I got a few songs and being around good people helps me write." I explain to him. Writing songs is a process for me, as I want, no, need them to be perfect.
" of course, I understand. I'm here to help you anyway I can." He smiles down at me.
We move and sit in his couch as I grab my writing books.
" okay so I have this new song that I'm working on, and I need a guys perspective on it. I already have the tittle, it's called gorgeous. It's about this guy who I have a tiny crush on." I blush as I explain. Little did he know the song was about him, but I couldn't tell him that. He sees me as a friend, dare I say idol. I can't let my small crush effect what could be a amazing friendship.
" oh, okay ya I'll help," Joe says, I notice his face drops for a split second before putting on a smile.
" what have you got so far" he asks
" not much really but I'll sing you what I got so far." I say not looking him in the eyes anymore, knowing I would crack and tell him the song is about him.
" you're so gorgeous, I can't say anything to your face, cause look at that face, and I'm so furious, at you for making me feel this way, but what can I say, you're gorgeous." I sing the chorus for him looking at him to see how he feels about it.
" wow first, I will never get tired of hearing your voice, second, I love it. Now what about the bridge? Have you got any ideas?" He says, his eyes shining a beautiful blue. That's when it hits me, I need to mention his eyes. They are such a big part of him and why I like him.
" ya one second" I respond, writing down a few ideas.
" okay ready?"
"Hit me A" Joe days with a kind smile
" ocean blue eyes, looking in mine. I feel like I might, sink and drown and die.
You're so gorgeous, I can't say anything to you're face, cause look at your face, and I'm so furious, at you for making me feel this way. But what can I say, you're gorgeous.
You make me so happy it turns back to sad. There's nothing I hate more then what I can't have. You make me so happy it turns back to sad there's nothing I hate more then what I can't have. Guess I'll just stumble on home to my cats, ugh, alone. Unless you want to come along?" I sing and the second I'm done I know I got a song. A great song.
" holy shit, that was, I don't have words Ava. How do you do that shit? You just wrote a entire song in like 10 minutes." Joe yelled with excitement as he stood up and jump around in awe.
" thanks Joey, and it's second nature ha, I've been doing this since I was 12." I say blushing with how much he complimented me.
" this calls for a celebration" Joe looks in my eyes
He leans in ever so slightly,
" Ava, be honest, is the song about me? Because is if it, you got me. You have me." He whispers on my lips.
" Joey I" I don't even get to finish when his lips smash on mine. My great is racing, can't explain this-
His hands drop down to my neck, holding it with slight pressure, making me wet.
" Do you want this?" His husky voice asks me, his eyes, darkened. Those blue eyes I had just written about, blackened with his pupils.
" I don't want it Joey, I need it. I need you please." I'm begging. I have never inched beg someone to fuck me, not even Harry.
" Okay, I'm not holding back, I know you're a good girl and can take it" Joe grunts as he throws me down in his couch.
His hands trail up to me top, ripping it off me. I whimper knowing he'll fuck me hard, and right. Me being me, I didn't wear a bra. My tits are out in the room, for Joe to see, pinch, touch, and suck.
" I swear you are a goddess amongst men, you are perfect." He groans as he takes me left nipple into his mouth. I can't hold back the moan as I feel his teeth bite down, hard.
My panties are ruined and I don't care anymore.
" please Joey," I whine, " fuck me. Now please I want you so fucking bad." I beg again.
" good girls take what they get. Are you a good girl?" Joe says making me moan loudly. His words and his teeth make it hard for me to even think, less respond.
" I asked you a question. Answer me." He growls out, slapping my right breast with his big hand. I yell at the sudden harsh contact.
" YES JOE I'm a good girl" I barely say and his hands yank down my workout shorts and panties at the same time. His fingers immediately swipe through my soaked folds.
" who made you this wet? Uh? Was it me?" Joe teases and he begins to rub my clit. I think he takes potty on me because when I don't answer, he continues, vigorously rubbing my clit.
I feel the familiar feeling, when suddenly, he enters his two fingers into me.
" Joey" I moan out, bucking my hips and arching my back.
" be a good girl and cum all over my fingers. You did sooo good with your song, you deserve to cum" he says darkly.
That's all it takes.
Already I'm cumming all over him and his fingers
" good girl, ya that's a good girl, doing so fucking good for me ya? Soaking my fucking fingers in your cum. Taste it, take my fingers and put them down your fucking throat. Now." Joe demands and without hesitation, I almost swallow his fingers, moaning around them.
" Joe please, want your cock." I ask sweetly, hoping, no, praying he lets me.
" Not yet, you're not ready." He states, like it's common knowledge.
"What wh" I don't even finish before he takes his fingers and rams them down my throat and pushes on the back of my tongue.
" See? Can't even handle my fingers down you're dirty slut mouth. How you gonna take my cock?" He teases with a dark smirk on his face.
" come on, let's get you cleaned up hmm?" He says, darkness gone from his voice and face. He's once again the sweet Hoe Burrow I wrote a song about.
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HOW ARE WE FEELING? It's a long chapter today because I wanted to fit the smut I promised last chapter.
I felt kinda rushed tbh, I might go back and separate this into two different chapters but we'll leave it for now.
Lmk what y'all think
A xx