Joe Burrow Fanfic Novels & Stories

He let out a long sigh. “Yeah, I feel that. I know Harlow knows and everything, but not letting anyone else in the pack know feels like I’m betraying them or something.” I looked out the windshield and watched Harlow continue scouting out the place. She was in her element, and I didn’t want to interrupt. “Consider yourselves lucky,” Joe chimed in. “At least you have someone waiting for you.” His tone was clipped with jealousy. “You’ll find your mate one day,” Alec said as he stared at him.

Again, with his calming dark brown eyes, he soothed me from my wounded heart. "I... I... " I couldn't say a word and kept on sobbing in his weirdly now firmer arms. It felt strange, what happened to Joe? -to be continued-

He lifted me up in his arms leading us to his room while I peppered his neck with visible hickeys. "Make me forget all my worries Joe," I whispered into his ears as he slowly went inside me. We made love countless times until we were exhausted but cuddled each other to sleep. When I woke up, Joe was already awake. He was sitting at the foot of the bed. I got up and touched him from behind, kissing his left shoulder until I got to his lips. "What are you thinking about my love?," I asked him, drawing circles on his skin. "I am waiting for Janet. I don't like that you have to be touched by another man. I am damn jealous and I want you back soon," he said and I turned his head to look at him cl

"You think Big Joe’s trying to play matchmaker again? Wouldn’t put it past him. He’s been rooting for you and Nathan like a cheesy rom-com director." I groaned under my breath. My gaze flicked toward Nathan. He caught it and raised his glass with a subtle wink. "Alright, alright," Big Joe cut in, leaning forward with a grin. "Let’s not scare Elora off with all this matchmaking talk. Let the drinks speak first." Big Joe was well, as big as he could be. He is broad-shouldered and burly with tattoos peeking from his rolled-up sleeves. He has buzz-cut hair, thick brows, and piercing dark eyes. He was wearing his usual dark shirts and jeans.

My cheeks burned but I didn’t look away. “When I read that,” Joe continued, “something in me just… woke up. I started imagining you like that again. But this time with my brothers. I pictured Mark holding you down while Paul fucked your mouth. I pictured Luke between your legs, licking you until you screamed. And me sitting there watching all of it. Seeing my wife get used by the three men I trust most. It made me so fucking hard I had to jerk off in the bathroom like a teenager.” He let out a shaky laugh and dropped his forehead against my stomach.

“Joe’s moody. His girl dumped him, like, five minutes ago. Don’t mind him.” I leaned in close enough for only Derek to hear. “Maybe I’ll fix that tonight.” His brows shot up. “Wait. Are you saying…” I nodded. Then I turned to Joe with a wicked grin. “Your girlfriend’s an idiot.” I winked. “But I’m gonna put a smile back on your face.” Joe squinted, confused. “What are you—” “Shhh.” I hushed him as I dropped to my knees. I pulled my hair into a messy bun, looking up at him with a smirk. “Tonight I’ll make you forget she even existed.”

"Aren't you tired of working all the time? How about we go bowling instead?" "Is this a date request?" "Bowling, Joe! Bowling! Do you think throwing a ball is romantic? You're so weird!" "Okay, as long as it's not a date, I’m in." "Perfect! Let’s go! Fasten your seatbelts!" Barbara accelerated suddenly, the engine roaring. "Hey! Why do you have to speed?" "Because I'm kidnapping you! Hahaha!" "Damn! Haha!" Joe smiled. He truly had no romantic feelings for Barbara, but he found her unique and refreshingly blunt. To him, she was a very cool friend.

Sephora woke up nice and early, despite only getting 5 hours sleep, thanks to her little nightly escapade. She dragged herself out of bed and down to the fighting pit, expecting to be greeted by the beautiful face of her mate - to find that it wasn't Ambrose who was waiting for her, but Joe.

Joseph She was shocked but she wasn't afraid. She had a thrill in her eyes. I lay beside her and ran my fingers through her hair til she drifted to sleep. She was happy, not scared or angry, she was happy. She felt safe. I gently moved her to a firm pillow. I stared at her for a minute, no more dark bruises, just beautiful ivory curves. I wanted to take her again, I could stay inside her. I could watch her moan and shake for hours. I will soon. I have to take it one step at a time. Tonight was beautiful. She was amazing. She crumbles when I touch her. I want to be her king. I covered her so she wouldn't get cold without my body heat and walked into the kitchen. I opened the door to my small

It was all for revenge, but then, did he really care about me? Why was he so fixated with Lyssa? "Hey" I looked up, to see a guy with dark eyes, and nice physique staring at me. "Drinking alone? He asked I nod. " I'll join you then" he stared at me with a smile. " I'm Joe, my friends call me big Joe" he smirked " Ari" " Nice to meet you Ari" he stretched his hands. " Come to one of Rugby games, come watch me play"