Requested by minty-fox-candyyki
Warnings: protected sex, rough sex, public sex, dominating, fingering, language
Due to Joe's busy work schedule, we rarely had time to be intimate. When we did have time, we didn't bother to take it slow.
As soon as Joe was done with work, he instantly came home. The second he opened the door and walked in, I jumped him. He laughed as I pressed my lips to his and roughly started moving my lips against his.
Without breaking the kiss, Joe started walking us into our apartment. We bumped into walls, tables, and furniture, knocking down lamps and pictures as we went.
"I missed you so much, baby," I moaned against his lips.
We both moaned when Joe pressed me against our bedroom door. I reached behind me and opened the door. We let out matching laughs as we almost fell. Joe smirked at me before leaning down and picking me up. I wrapped my legs around his waist and started kissing his neck as he carried me into the room.
The second he laid us down we fell into our usual rhythm of making out and undressing. We never did it gently. Every time we were together was like a reunion. We have been together for so long that we knew exactly what the other needed to climax.
Since it's been so long since we were together, we expanded our usual foreplay. We kept going until we were basically begging each other to finish. As soon as we did, we fell asleep in each other's arms.
I woke up the next morning to someone gently kissing my forehead.
"Where are you going?" I mumbled sleepily.
"I have my interview," Joe chuckled. "I'll be back as soon as it's done. It shouldn't take too. . ."
I cut him off and grabbed his hand, pulling him back into the bed. He laughed as I smashed his lips onto mine. Joe didn't fight it as I rolled onto my back, bringing Joe with me. I felt him smile as he slipped his tongue in my mouth.
"Baby," he mumbled against my lips, "I really need to go."
"Fine," I pouted as we broke apart. I sat up on my elbow, making sure our comforter was still covering my bare chest. "But next time you leave, don't you dare only give me a kiss on the forehead."
"What do you mean?" He chuckled.
"I want a real kiss whenever you leave," I clarified. "None of that kiss on the forehead crap. That is for when I'm sick."
Joe chuckled as he leaned over and pressed his lips to mine. He broke the kiss and kept his face inches from mine.
"Yes, ma'am," he whispered.
"Text me when you're done?" I asked.
"The second it's over."
* * * * *
After Joe left for his interview, I fell back asleep. When I woke up again, I showered and got ready for the day. Knowing that Joe would be home soon, I didn't go do the errands I needed to run. Instead, I stayed home and got things ready for him. The second he walked into the apartment, I ran to meet him.
Joe laughed as he easily caught me. I grabbed his face and pressed my lips to his. Without breaking the kiss, he easily carried me into the other room. As soon as he sat down, I started grinding on him.
"Sorry," I mumbled, not breaking the kiss.
"It's okay," he replied.
"I missed you," I moaned. "So much, baby."
Joe finally broke the kiss, nothing but lust in his eyes. He didn't break eye contact as he laid us down. I gasped when he ripped my flannel open. I couldn't help but moan as Joe's eyes scanned my body. I had to bite my lip when his eyes finally returned to mine.
"I missed you too," he said under his breath.
I gasped, quickly moaning as Joe smashed his lips to mine. We skipped the foreplay altogether this time. Soon our clothes were scattered around the room and we had only a throw blanket covering us.
I arched my back as Joe pulsed into me while making out with my breast. I wanted to moan his name, but I could barely breathe as he pleasured me.
"Fuck," he moaned as he switched to my other boob. I grabbed his shoulders, bringing his chest closer to mine. We both let out matching moans as we rubbed our bare chests together.
"Damn, gorgeous," he moaned into my ear. "I missed your perfect body under mine."
"I missed your perfect body on top of mine," I barely moaned out. I gasped when he started nibbling my ear.
"Baby," I gasped. "I'm getting close."
"No," he growled. "You don't release until I tell you to."
"Anything for you, baby," I moaned. Joe pulled out of me and turned me so my chest was pressed against the back couch cushions.
"Shit, baby!" I yelled as he pushed into me. This was one of his favorite positions. He loved how he had complete control.
While he kept his hips moving, Joe reached his hand around my body. I swore under my breath when he squeezed my boob. He didn't stop there. He slid his hand down my body, squeezing randomly as he went.
"Oh, Joe," I gasped as he pushed his finger into me.
"That's it, baby girl," he growled into my ear. "Fuck, I missed your gorgeous, perfect, wet body."
"And I missed. . ." I cut myself off with a moan when he pushed his finger in deeper. "Everything," I gasped.
"Fuck yeah, you did," he chuckled darkly.
It didn't take long for us to give in. Once we did, neither one of us moved. We laid like that for almost thirty minutes before Joe moved us so we were still back to front but now facing the TV.
Joe turned on the show we've been binging and we stayed in each other's arms.
"I'm sorry," I sighed.
"For what, gorgeous?" He asked.
I rolled over and looked up at him. "I know I've been kind of clingy," I started.
"I like it when you're clingy," Joe gently interrupted me. "It shows me that I'm important to you."
"You are," I said quickly. "You're the most important person in my life, Joe."
"You're the most important person in my life," he repeated to me. "I want everyone to know that I found the girl I'm going to spend the rest of my life with."
"The rest of your life?" I teased. "You sure you want me for that long?"
Joe leaned down and gently pressed his lips to mine. He broke the kiss with a soft smile on his face.
"I would scream it from the rooftops," he whispered, "if I could."
"Nothing's stopping you," I said a little nervous.
"Nothing?" He asked. "You'd be okay with me talking about you and me in interviews? Y/N, are you sure?"
"It would make you happy, right?"
"More than you know," he whispered.
"Then let's do it."
I gasped, turning into a giggle as Joe got up and threw me over his shoulder.
"Joe?" I giggled. "Where are we going?"
"I am taking you to our bedroom so I can show you how amazing you are."
After Joe showed me how amazing I was, we ordered dinner and talked about how he planned to tell people about us. He had a few interviews coming up but the big thing was his Fargo premiere. FX was throwing a big premiere to celebrate the newest season. There was going to be a red carpet and a party before they showed the first episode which will be followed by another party.
I was currently going through my closet, trying on all of the fancy dresses I owned, hoping to find one that would work for the premiere.
"None of these work," I mumbled as I tore off another dress.
"It's going to be okay," Joe said from the bedroom. "We will find something you feel gorgeous in."
"I just. . . Nothing is looking good," I stuttered, trying to push down the frustrated tears. "And I need to look good."
"Baby," Joe sighed as he stood up and walked into the closet. He briefly got distracted by my almost nude body.
"Are you sure you want me there?" I cut him off.
"What?" Joe asked, refocusing. "Of course, I want you there with me, baby. I wouldn't want anyone else on that red carpet with me."
I walked past him into the bedroom and started pacing back and forth. "I'm not sure about this, Joe. I don't know. What if people don't like me? What if your fans hate me? What if I say the wrong thing? What kind of dress should I wear? I'm not even sure I have a dress fancy enough."
"I have an idea," Joe said as he walked over and stopped me from pacing. "How about, tomorrow, we go to lunch? After lunch, I'll take you dress shopping. We'll find a dress that you look drop-dead gorgeous in. A dress so sexy I won't be able to stop from tearing it off of you. I promise, baby, we will find you a dress that makes me look like the arm candy, not you."
* * * * *
Like Joe said, we went to the mall during his lunch break. After eating, we went to different stores. So far, I've tried on over 10 ball gowns and 12 cocktail dresses.
"This is hopeless," I sighed as I stared at all the dresses in my dressing room.
"Come on, baby," Joe said gently from the waiting area. "Try on a couple more for me."
"Fine," I grumbled as I slipped out of the dress I was wearing. I looked at the dresses I hadn't touched and debated which one to try on. My eyes stopped on one that was my favorite color. It was a deep, dark blue with ombre sparkles- light on top and heavier on the bottom.
When I put it on, my stomach flipped. Not only did it make my chest look amazing and my waist look tiny, but there was a slit up the right leg that made my legs look incredibly long. I smoothed it out before opening the dressing room door. The second I did, Joe's eyes fell on me. His jaw dropped as he slowly stood up.
"Holy shit," he whispered as I stepped in front of the mirror. "Baby, you look. . . I mean. . . You are. . . Fuck."
"You really like it?" I couldn't help but ask as I looked down and smoothed it out. I bit my bottom lip when I felt Joe step up behind me. I looked up as he put his hands on my hips.
"Baby," he whispered, giving me chills. "You look so fucking gorgeous."
I gasped when Joe leaned down and started kissing my neck as his hands roamed my stomach.
"Joe," I moaned.
"The way you look in that dress," he moaned against my neck, "makes me want to take you. Right here. Right now."
I bit my lip to stop myself from screaming Joe's name as he pressed his hand against my stomach, slowly sliding it down.
"Holy shit, baby girl," he growled. "Please let me take you."
"There are people here, baby."
Joe grunted in frustration as he let go of me and grabbed my hand. I smirked as Joe led me back into my dressing room. The second the door was closed, Joe pushed me up against the mirror and pressed his lips to mine. I moaned as I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him back.
Without breaking the kiss, Joe leaned down and took off his pants. I smirked against his lips as I heard his belt hit the ground. He grabbed my right thigh, pulling it through the slit in the dress. He used his other hand to push the skirt further up so the start of the slit was now at my stomach, revealing everything underneath. And more importantly, revealed what wasn't underneath.
Joe grunted as he pushed me further against the mirror as he roughly pushed into me. I bit his tongue as he pulsed in and out of me. We let out soft grunts and moans as we pleasured each other. He broke the kiss and started sucking on my neck.
We froze when we heard two women coming into the dressing room. Joe looked at me, not pulling out of me. We had matching smirks as the women kept talking as they walked into two dressing rooms.
"Fuck, this is hot," Joe leaned in and whispered in my ear.
"We should. . . Can we. . ." I stuttered as he sucked on my earlob and pushed deeper into me. "Fuck, Joe. Take me home."
Joe leaned back, slowly pulling out of me but kept us pressed to the mirror.
"As long as you buy that dress." He looked down and growled as he saw my body. "Holy shit, baby girl. You have to buy that dress. I'll buy it for you."
"We probably should considering the fact that you fucked me in it," I smirked. Joe pressed his lips roughly to mine before stepping back and pulling his pants up.
He sat on the bench and signaled for me to get dressed. I remained facing him as I changed. When the coast was clear, we snuck out of the dressing room. We walked to the cashier and bought the dress with Joe holding my hand the entire time.
When we got home, I instantly went to our closet and hung up the dress. I turned around to see Joe watching me.
"Are you sure the dress looks good?" I asked, wrapping my arms around myself.
Joe walked over and grabbed my hands, unwrapping them. He wrapped them around his neck before wrapping his arms around my waist.
"It looks so good on you, babe," he whispered. His eyes softened when he saw the doubt in my eyes. "I mean it, Y/N. The rest of the cast is going to be so jealous that I get to go home to you every day."
"What if I embarrass you?" I asked, my voice soft.
"Nothing you could do would ever embarrass me," he said firmly. "I will be right by your side the whole time. If you get too overwhelmed tell me and we'll go someplace quiet."
"Really?"
"Really," he said, reaching up and tucking a piece of hair behind my ear. "I'll always be there for you, Y/N. I love you."
"I love you too, Joe."