a/n: i wrote this as shifting motivation so it's probably not that great and its been a while since I have written anything, also I could not decide on a title, the ending is so lame but i think I'll write more about fwb joe burrow trope as it provides shifting motivation for myself.
Warnings: unedited, 18+, cocky Joe, unprotected sex, p in v, and let me know if there is others, also ending is so bad omg.
wc: 2k
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Reminder?
Joe furrowed his eyebrows as he made a 360 and turned back around. Joe was having a hard time getting to your apartment.
Joe walked down the hall he heard different chattering and noises as he passed doors. He finally made it to your door.
The smell of food escaping your apartment as he also hears the loud reggaeton music playing.
Meanwhile you were in your mode of cooking and "cleaning". You were practicing your moves dancing to the music that played loudly throughout your small apartment as you waited for the caldito to be ready.
Living alone made you realize how much you miss your abuelitas cooking so in these cold winter days you decided to try her famous caldo de pollo recipe.
You had your hair up in a ponytail as you moved your hips to the rhythm of music as you threw in the necessary veggies that made a caldo de pollo so healthy and delicious.
Suddenly you heard a knock on your door and you skipped over to your door. You assumed it could be your neighbor so when you opened and saw a familiar pair of blue eyes meet yours you immediately close the door in fear.
"Was that Joe Burrow?" You muttered to yourself confused. A month ago or so you went to this event with your friend. Your friend worked as a reporter for telemundo and got into the NFL watch party event exclusively where players went.
It was there you met Joe and hooked up with him. Of course you exchanged numbers and you could have reached out if you wanted to but you knew better than to get involved with any athlete, especially a gringo athlete.
You slowly open the door, the guero standing outside as he runs his fingers through his blonde hair.
"Hey remember me we met at the superbowl watch party." Joe says a bit awkwardly . "I'm Joe Burrow." Joe yells rather loudly due to the loud reggaeton reminding you of him in case you seemed to forget.
"Of course I remember you." You say as you guide him inside. You lower the volume on your speaker.
As you do Joe bites his lip as he checks you out. The way your jeans hug your hips and your ass, and your low cut shirt showing a decent amount of cleavage.
