Joe Burrow Imagines

Lingerie

As the sun began its descent, casting a warm, golden glow over the city, Y/N found herself standing in the middle of their bedroom, admiring the lingerie she had carefully selected for this special occasion. It had been a last-minute idea, inspired by a whim and a fleeting moment of courage, but she couldn't help but feel excited about the prospect of surprising Joe with it after his practice game. The delicate lace of the bra and panties contrasted beautifully with her own smooth, pale skin, making her feel feminine and desirable in a way that she hadn't in a long time.

She heard the front door open and close, followed by the sound of his footsteps trudging up the stairs. Her heart raced as she nervously adjusted the lace of her bra, wondering how he would react to seeing her like this. There was a brief moment of silence before he walked into the room, his expression one of surprise and disbelief.

"Y/N?" he breathed, his eyes roaming over her body. "You look... incredible."

The warmth that spread through her at his words was indescribable. She felt a shiver run down her spine as he took a step closer, taking in the details of the lingerie she'd chosen. The way his gaze lingered on her breasts, then traveled lower, lower still... She couldn't help but feel a sudden rush of desire.

"Joe...," she breathed, her voice catching in her throat. He reached out and gently cupped her cheek, brushing his thumb across her lips. She could feel the heat emanating from his touch, and it only served to intensify the sensations coursing through her body.

He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against hers in a tentative kiss. The contact sent a jolt of electricity through her, and she moaned softly into his mouth. His hands moved to her hips, pulling her against him, their bodies flush against each other. The lingerie felt like nothing more than a thin veil between them, amplifying every touch, every breath.

They stumbled backward, falling onto the bed, their kisses growing more urgent, more desperate. Y/N felt his fingers dipping beneath the lacy fabric of her panties, teasing and exploring her, driving her wild. She arched her back, meeting his touch with a needy whimper. He groaned, his hand sliding lower, spreading her wetness across his fingers. She could feel him growing harder against her, and she knew they were both so close.

With one swift movement, he rolled her onto her stomach, pressing his body against her back. His fingers continued their relentless rhythm, finding her sensitive entrance and driving her higher and higher. Her moans filled the room, mingling with the sounds of his ragged breathing. And then he thrust his fingers deeper, curling them just right, and she exploded around him, her body shuddering with release.

He waited a moment, letting her catch her breath before moving to kneel between her spread legs. With one swift motion, he pushed the lacy panties aside and she felt the cool air brush against her sensitive flesh. He stroked her gently with his fingers, teasing her once again, until she was trembling with need. And then he lowered his head, taking her into his mouth, sucking and licking until she could feel the familiar tightness building within her once again.

Her nails dug into the sheets, her hips arching off the bed as she felt his tongue circle her clit, his fingers curling deeper inside her. She moaned his name, the sound filling the room and echoing through her body. He increased the pressure, his tongue flicking in time with his fingers, and she felt herself spiraling out of control.

Joe could feel her walls begin to tighten, her body tense in anticipation, and he knew she was close. He increased the pace, his lips and fingers working in perfect harmony, as he felt her release, felt her body shudder with pleasure beneath his touch. He continued to lick and stroke her, relentless in his pursuit of bringing her back to the edge, and then over.

"Joe...," she gasped, her voice raw with need. He looked up at her, their eyes locked, and she could see the desire burning in his gaze. He reached down, positioning himself at her entrance, and slowly, carefully, guided himself inside her.

She arched her back, crying out at the exquisite fullness, the way he felt so deep and right. He groaned, his eyes closing for a moment as he began to move, thrusting gently at first, his pace growing steadier, faster. The sensation of being joined with him was overwhelming, sending shards of pleasure through her body.

The room spun around her, a blur of sensation as their bodies moved together in perfect harmony. She could feel the tension building inside her, coiling tighter and tighter, and then, with a cry that seemed to come from deep within her, she was overtaken by another powerful orgasm. Her body convulsed around him, and he followed her over the edge, his cries mingling with hers as they both found release.

He turned his head, pressing a kiss to her palm. "I love you too, Y/N. Forever." She smiled, feeling the warmth of his breath against her skin. As they lay there together, their hearts slowing, their breathing evening out, she couldn't help but feel a sense of peace wash over her. She knew, in that moment, that she was exactly where she was meant to be.