Joe Burrow Fanfiction Novels & Stories

That he wanted me to call him. But I didn’t. Because I am a fucking coward. I ran from him, ran from my feelings, and threw myself into anything that would keep me from thinking about him. And that’s how I ended up with Joe. Joe was a Navy medic, also training for combat. He was from a small pack in Georgia, the son of a warrior and a teacher. Tall, lean, rugged—a farm boy with a jawline that could cut glass. And that voice. Deep, like James Earl Jones. When he whispered dirty things in my ear while fucking me? That voice alone could make me cum.

Rowan asked quietly. “I pretended things were normal,” Joe said. “Stayed hidden. Hoped he’d move on.” His voice cracked. “Yesterday, I learned the truth. He’s hunting us now. One by one.” Joe’s eyes glistened. “That man’s head was delivered to me last night.” He nudged a box across the floor with his foot. Rowan recoiled instinctively when he looked inside. “I’m burying him today,” Joe said. “Then I don’t know.”

Focus Steph you can discuss it with your therapist when we get out of this mess. I took a deep breath tugging feeling it budge but it still wasn’t completely free yet. Fuck! Joe had discarded all of the buttons his hand slipped under my underwear as he began to stroke my pussy. ‘Mumm it’s even better than I imagined,’ he purred as I winced feeling terror consume me, I continued to tug on the nail feeling it shift in my grip. Come on, come on almost there. Joe found my entranced and pushed not just one, not two but three of his disgusting fingers inside of me.

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.

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.

"I'd run this nail through your chest if you don't start talking... Where exactly does she live in the village? We know she's there." "You think I have something to live for?" Joe snorts. "Few weeks ago I didn't have hope of a future. And then someone gave me one, but now..." He pants, "This person doesn't want me in their future. They don't even want to see me anymore. So...do whatever you want to do to me." Gunner scoffs, "Sounds like a love story." He places the nail on Joe's hand and bangs the hammer on the head.

But it was more than that. Joe—now DJ—knew me at the beginning. Before love, life, and bad choices threw me off course. He knew the person I was. The person I’d been trying to get back to. The girl who believed in fairytales. There was so much care in his eyes. So much emotion in the way he rubbed his thumb across a scratch that had already stopped bleeding. I felt like we’d said everything we needed to say, yet there was still so much left unsaid.

Joe said as he and Kurt jumped out of the dumpster. "My name's Joe and this is Kurt. We were spying on you but not for the reason you think," He said. "What's the reason then?" She asked. The boys looked at each other, unsure of how to tell her because, in reality, they had nothing to tell. The only thing they had as a conversation opener was that she and Joe were born on the same day. "You see, my buddy here is um, looking for his family and we think that you are somehow connected to him in some way..." Kurt said.

He grunts, and before I could stop him, he matches right into the holding, the gate creaking as he steps into the holding. I wince, looking away. Mave is unpredictable, the heat has made him prickly, I wish Jesse wouldn’t provoke him. But it’s Jesse, he lives to provoke others. “The AC wouldn’t work, but I found a fan, a really, really old fan.” Joseph says walking into the office. his shirt is off, pant legs pulled up. His body does not excite me. Shame heats up my face again. “Can you fix it?”

The door shut behind him with a heavy click. I knew what he thought he saw. Purely physical. Two guys messing around after practice. Jeremy as the hookup. Me as whatever the hell he decided I was. Joe was already building that picture in his head. Connecting dots that weren’t fully there. He’d disliked Jeremy from the start. This would only make it worse. Jeremy didn’t notice Joe. Or if he did, he didn’t care. His focus stayed on me. Hand still on my face. “Do you ever get tired of pretending you don’t want things?” he asked.