jealous type - j. k.
(Joe Keery x Fem!Singer!Reader)
Summary: Watching Sabrina arrest Joe awakens a fierce jealousy inside you—time to remind your boyfriend who he belongs to.
Word count: 7.6k
Warnings: +18 MDNI. SMUT (m!receiving oral, deepthroating, unprotected p in v), established secret relationship, reader is chronically offline, insecurity and jealousy themes, ANGST
a/n: the 1k special! this is dedicated to all of you. im so grateful for your support. love u forever. -liv
Befriending musicians is boring until you find a genuine connection. It may be a girl with your same humor that will end up producing songs with you, or it may be a handsome, shy man who has your same music taste and ends up kissing you after letting you rant about why Ringo Starr was the best Beatle.
Both of them were in the Austin City Limits festival lineup, right on the same day, with your show between them.
Your dear friend and fellow singer Sabrina texted you the night before to have you as her ‘Juno’ arrested person. But even though you really wanted to, there was no time with your presentation following hers.
Y/N: oh, but I can tell Joe! he loves doing random stuff and people won't see it coming!!
Sabrina: which Joe?? Keery?
Y/N: ofc dummy, he’s downstairs cooking something. i’ll talk to him asap.
Sabrina: ahhh right. forgot u two were dating lollll
It had been an odd message, you couldn’t lie, but it was Sabrina; she was silly sometimes.
You still remembered the day you met her vividly. She went backstage after one of your concerts and begged you to go to her birthday party, claiming she was one of your biggest fans and saying, “I’ve DM’ed you for months and you never answer!” which made you re-download Instagram.
While she was a complete pop star with the million fans, the blonde hair, and the catchy songs, you were more of an indie, sad-songs, barely-went-to-any-events singer. Some of your songs got extremely famous on TikTok and it overwhelmed you to the point of closing all your socials. But at her birthday party, you realized how many of your fellow singers admired you.
They convinced you to reopen your socials and to attend some parties with them, yet after forcing yourself for a month, you went back to your home studio with your favorite producer and your guitar to write a song about how much you hated the music industry.
Sabrina loved it. She texted you, posted you on her stories, tweeted one of your lyrics, and sent you memes on Tiktok. God, she was insistent. But… she was funny and caring, so you let yourself have a different friend.
Joe loved your songs more, though.
At one of the many parties Sabrina dragged you to, the host begged you to sing on stage. You refused, but there’s not much one can do against social pressure, and you sang your little sad song you wrote at fifteen that people at Tiktok used for their sad ship edits.
Joe approached you at the bar. “Hey.”
He had been thinking of a hundred opening lines, but when he reached your side and smelled your perfume, his mind went blank.
You lowered your second vodka cranberry and smiled politely at him. “Hi.”
Joe cleared his throat and sat on the stool next to yours. “Big fan.”
His obvious nervousness was endearing for you. “Thanks. What’s your name?”
He blinked, taken aback, but replied calmly, “Joe.”
You weren’t a constant show watcher, preferring movies, so Stranger Things didn’t even ring a bell in your mind.
You shook his hand. “I’m Y/N.”
“Really? Had no idea,” Joe joked, making you chuckle. Wow, he was already finding your laughter cute. He tried to be discreet about his crush on you and started some small talk. “I’ve been a fan since 2018.”
You narrowed your eyes and smirked. “I don’t believe you.”
“I am!” he insisted and pulled out his phone.
He scrolled quickly for almost a minute until he found an old Instagram story he had posted for his close friends. It was a screenshot of your first album with the text, “I’M OBSESSED.”
Your jaw dropped as you placed your hand on his bicep—oh, he was strong. “Wow, I hardly meet OG fans. Most come from my last one.”
Joe got so distracted by your sudden touch that he forgot to exit Instagram. The next old story appeared, a screenshot of your Instagram page with the text, “And the singer is so fucking hot. I’m gonna marry her.”
Your cheeks turned red. “Oh—”
He hurriedly closed the app and accidentally dropped the phone on the wet bar. You rescued it before it hit the water and chuckled at his clumsiness.
“I don’t… It was a long time— I didn’t even remember—” Joe stumbled over his words.
“It’s okay,” you assured him. “Odd way to ask me to marry you, but sure. Let’s do it.”
Joe smiled and chuckled nervously. “You accept?”
You shrugged. “Yeah, you’re hot too. Isn’t Las Vegas close by?”
That night, you didn’t go back to Sabrina’s California mansion. Instead, you found yourself at a mini golf court with Joe until three in the morning. In less than two weeks, he asked you to be his girlfriend.
For almost two years, Joe and you had managed to keep your relationship a secret. It wasn’t that you wanted to hide it; it was more about needing privacy. People were hungry to know every detail about your personal life, so it felt great having Joe all to yourself.
Joe was always insisting that he didn’t really care if people knew, but you were a bit paranoid and overprotective of him. Even though Stranger Things was a huge success, Joe never felt assaulted by paparazzi or fans. He could walk across a park, sit in a cafeteria, and have a calm time. But if people knew he was dating you… that peace would be gone.
After writing some songs on Short n’ Sweet for her, Sabrina and you got closer. You had never written such horny, sexy lyrics, but dating Joe provoked sensations you never thought possible.
Sabrina knew about Joe. She hadn’t met him, not even the night you met him, but she was on your close friends and saw your constant pics and videos with him. Since Espresso ended up being such a big hit and opened many doors for Sabrina, you had almost no time to see each other.
Sabrina: ahhh right. forgot u two were dating lollll
You kept staring at the message for two long minutes, still trying to understand the mood.
Y/N: for almost half a year lol. keep up girlie
Sabrina: when is the hard launch coming? a tip: don't have him staring at one of ur videos!
The memory of her ex-boyfriend, Barry something, appearing on the Please, Please, Please video made you chuckle. Her producers, her closest friends, and you had warned her not to do it, but Sabrina was stubborn.
Y/N: dont worry. yk i dont like shooting music videos
Sabrina: bo-bo-boring!
Y/N: will probably hard launch a picture of us in our wedding day lmao
She left you on read, but you paid it no mind. You kept mentally preparing for tomorrow’s festival. Your fans almost died when you announced your appearance. Some of them nicknamed you ‘shooting star’ since they saw you once or twice a year.
Joe finished cooking your favorite dish, chicken lasagna, and set the table while you talked about the next day’s event.
“Oh, Brina texted me,” you remembered. “She wanted me as her Juno arrest for tomorrow, but I think it’ll be funnier if it’s you.”
Joe stopped serving your plate. “What the hell is a Juno arrest?”
You briefly explained Sabrina’s bit and looked for videos. “It’s always a celebrity. She arrested Millie last year, I think.”
He was very hesitant about the whole idea, not really seeing the funny part of it.
“Joe, everyone’s hyped ‘cause Stranger Things is returning next month,” you tried to convince him. “People will love it. I will love it. I literally wrote that song about you, baby.”
“But… okay, fine,” he gave up. “Just ‘cause you want it.”
You giggled and kissed his nose, but Joe grabbed your hips and pressed his lips against yours. “And just ‘cause I’m the song’s muse.”
“Partly. Sabrina’s ex also inspired her and—”
Joe scrunched his nose. “Ew, ew. Don’t remind me I share songs with a cheater.”
Throughout the night, he kept kissing you and making you laugh until the festival’s stress vanished from your mind.
But almost twenty-four hours later, as you watched Sabrina’s show from a backstage television… you regretted all your recent choices.
Sabrina, looking extremely hot with a purple dress and her messy curls, was performing her Juno arrest, asking Joe for his name. “Joe, it’s cuffing season.”
The crowd roared wildly as your boyfriend excitedly offered his hands for the handcuffs while grinning broadly.
Sabrina passed the fluffy pink handcuffs to a security guard and giggled, “You seem so eager! That’s rare.”
Joe bit his bottom lip as he reached for the cuffs. Once he got them, he waved the object to the camera and a flustered, blushing Sabrina covered her chuckles with her hand.
“This next song is dedicated to Joe, everybody,” she said.
Your head started to ache, your left eye started to twitch, and your hands were turned to clenched fists. Other crew members kept watching the television, not noticing as you rushed back to your dressing room.
You weren’t a jealous person. Not that much. It obviously made you uncomfortable whenever someone flirted with your man in front of you but it never made you genuinely insecure.
But his reactions… his excited smile he usually only gave to you.
And then there was Sabrina, looking so beautiful and sexy with her high heels, sparkly dress, and suggestive poses.
Oh, God… Joe would be in the first row, watching the Juno pose of the night. You felt on the verge of passing out.
What were you thinking by offering your boyfriend to be seduced by one of the hottest women alive?!
You closed the door behind you and, with shaky hands, grabbed the nearest cushion. That damn message from the night before was making everything worse in your mind. You screamed your lungs out into the cushion, effectively muffling your screams.
Sabrina: ahhh right. forgot u two were dating lollll
What did she fucking mean by that?! How do you forget that?!
You threw the cushion at the wall and pulled at your hair anxiously. A thousand fatalistic thoughts invaded your mind in milliseconds.
Sabrina wanted to steal your boyfriend; it was obvious. It made all the sense in the world. Why wouldn’t she? Joe is the cutest man ever. And, oh, he definitely wanted to fuck her too. Who wouldn’t? She was hot, sexy, adorable, and… for some reason she was never wearing jeans.
You felt an immediate guilt at the sort-of slut-shaming against your friend. Sabrina was one of your few genuine friendships in the industry. She had a unique humor and was always kind to you. It wasn’t fair to jump to conclusions.
Driver’s License by Olivia Rodrigo played in your mind. Oh, shit. Sabrina had done it before, according to the song. You had never asked her about the truth behind it, but if the Olivia girl wasn’t lying… You weren’t one to call a woman a ‘whore’ or ‘slut,’ but the horrible word ‘homewrecker’ appeared at the tip of your tongue.
You grabbed the closest thing you found—a sunscreen bottle—and threw it at the wall. “Stupid, stupid. I’m so stupid!”
“Umm…”
The sudden voice behind you stopped your heart. Gasping, you turned around and found a backstage assistant holding a water bottle at the end of the dressing room. She seemed absolutely terrified of you.
“I’m sorry, ma’am. Was just going to leave and—"
“It’s okay! I’m sorry,” you interrupted her with a forced smile. “I didn’t notice you, uhm… Thanks for the water.”
The assistant slowly placed the bottle on the table and walked towards the door, her back glued to the wall to avoid approaching you.
You licked your lips nervously and looked at the floor, ashamed. When she reached the door, you said in a shaky voice, “I really appreciate the water!”
The woman was out in a flash. You slumped down on the couch and rested your head in your hands. “What am I doing…?”
The door opened and closed as your best friend—and manager—entered swiftly. She was typing on her phone while she spoke. “You’ll be on stage at fifteen. Everyone’s ready, the fans—”
“Am I crazy?” You rose to your feet and grabbed her arms. “Didn’t you see what just happened?”
Mary looked up from her phone, frowning. “Ehm… Sabrina’s show?”
“No! I mean, yes. When she arrested Joe and—” you tried to find non-dramatic words. “And almost fucked him right there in front of everyone!”
She sighed deeply. “Girl, they’re actors. They were acting. You know what that is?”
Mary instinctively entered Twitter to check what people were saying about you, but the first tweet was tonight’s Juno arrest. She paled and tried to quickly cover the screen.
“Show me, show me,” you whined as she raised her phone out of your reach. “Mary, please!”
“Okay, but let me schedule you an appointment with your therapist for tomorrow first.”
You took it from her hands and felt your stomach drop. The tweet had almost half a million likes already. All the internet was ‘shipping’ your boyfriend with Sabrina.
“Girl, give me—” Mary tried to recover her phone.
You turned away and looked for Joe’s name in the search tab. Everyone, like, literally everyone, was talking about how cute they would be as a couple and how obvious his crush for her was.
“I’m gonna pass out,” you mumbled, dropping the phone on the carpet. You knelt down and tried to calm your breath.
Mary whimpered, looking around for something to help. She passed you the water bottle. “Here. Drink, breathe… Umm… Okay, let’s be rational. People think Joe’s single, so it’s normal for—”
“I doubt they ‘ship’ her with everyone she arrests. People noticed the chemistry between them,” you snapped. “That wasn’t acting, Mary. I’ve seen Sabrina flirt at parties a thousand times, and Joe, well… with me, you know?”
Mary knelt next to you and seized your shoulders. “Exactly. With you. He wants you. He loves you. I’ve never seen a man so in love with someone, baby. Twitter doesn’t know shit, okay?”
You crawled to the table and grabbed your phone, determined to download the app. Mary reached for your phone, but you kicked her away.
She held your leg and pushed you to the floor. “Don’t!”
You rolled around and crawled away. “Leave me alone!”
“No! I’m your manager so you have to obey me.”
“Literally no, it’s the opposite—
Mary pulled you back by your ankle. “Give me that phone, young lady!”
“We’re the same age, idiot.”
The door opened and an event crew member leaned in. She looked around until her eyes found you two on the floor. “Uhm… Okay? Miss Carpenter is wrapping up. I’ll need Miss Y/L/N in five minutes to get her ready.”
Mary stood up and forced a smile. “Thank you, she’ll be there.”
The woman nodded and looked at her clipboard. “Oh, and Mr. Joe Keery is coming to say hi.”
“No!” you whined but the woman was already gone. You looked horrified at Mary. “He can’t see me like this. I’m a mess. I’m gonna break down and—”
Mary gave you a harsh slap. You gasped and held your cheek confused and shocked.
She pulled you up and gripped your shoulders. “Listen to me, idiot. Half of the crowd out there came for you. Your fans miss you; they haven’t heard you sing in almost six months, so you’re going to forget everything about your personal life for an hour and give them the best show of the night, understood?”
It was true; the last time you had sung live had been on SNL at the start of the year… which you still regretted to the present. It had been a good presentation, but you were forced to attend the afterparty and socialize.
Horrible scenario for you.
You nodded quietly, still soothing your cheek. “But… If I see Joe, I’ll cry. I just know it! And I’m a horrible liar!”
Mary groaned and looked around the room. “Uhm, alright. Hide somewhere; I’ll distract him.”
And then you heard his voice coming from the hallway.
“Oh, no, no,” you whimpered.
The bathroom was too far away, so you jumped into a tight, wooden closet and closed the doors firmly. You sat down between shoes and covered your mouth, feeling like you were in A Quiet Place.
Mary sighed deeply, mentally preparing for the next five minutes. A soft knock came before Joe opened the door. He had an excited smile that wavered at the lack of your presence.
“Hi, Mary. Umm, where is she?”
Mary hid her shaky hands behind her. “Changing. She’s getting on stage soon and— No, wait!”
Joe walked to the bathroom, opened the door, and frowned at the emptiness. “What—?”
A boot beneath you slipped and made you lose your balance. You tried to cling to a dress, but your feet stumbled and made you fall out of the closet.
“Ouch!” you whined as your butt hit the dressing room’s carpet.
Mary wanted to die, while Joe just smiled and rushed to help you up. “There you are!”
You avoided his eyes and pretended to wipe off dirt from your dress.
“Look what I brought you,” he sang before waving those damn pink handcuffs.
You cleared your throat and mumbled, “Oh, you did that? Okay.”
Joe frowned but kept smirking. “What do you mean? You told me to! Wait, you watched it, right?”
Well, you had to keep lying. You shrugged and crossed your arms. “No, sorry, I was… preparing my voice.”
Joe’s jaw dropped. “What? Nooo,” he whined. “It was fun; you were right. I’m sure I can find a video somewhere.”
You froze as he pulled out his phone. If he entered Twitter, he would see everyone’s theories of Sabrina and him dating.
“Wait—Uhm, I’ll see it later. I have to be on stage soon.”
His eyes widened excitedly. “Oh, right. I’ll be there, front row, cheering for you.”
Joe left the handcuffs on the table and pulled you into a tight embrace. You noticed Mary’s hard eyes behind him while mouthing to you, “Hug him back!”
You awkwardly patted his back, not really in the mood to be near anyone. He pulled back immediately. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah, just… very anxious and on the verge of jumping off a bridge,” you mumbled.
Joe pouted and kissed your forehead. “Everything will be alright, honey. I promise. No need to be nervous.”
You felt your eyes getting wet. Oh, no, why now? You quickly turned around and pretended to look for your shoes.
“Yeah, whatever. It’s just an hour,” you whispered.
Mary noticed Joe’s furrowed brows and intervened, “She needs to be on stage soon, Joe, so… please leave.”
He knew he couldn’t exactly fight your manager, even though she was more of a friend than your employee.
Joe gently held your arm and turned you around. You closed your eyes as he kissed you softly. “I love you. You’ll do great.”
Now you wanted to cry from the guilt. Of course Joe didn’t want Sabrina; he loved you and demonstrated it every day.
You pulled him into a hug so he couldn’t see your tearful eyes and whispered. “I love y-you too.”
He soothed your back and gave you a final kiss on the cheek. “I cleaned my gallery for tonight. I’m going to record every second of the show.”
Mary stepped between you firmly. “Okay, you’re the sweetest boyfriend ever, we get it. Goodbye!”
She dragged him to the door as he kept looking at you. There was something in your eyes, in your quietness, that worried him.
“I love you,” Joe repeated before Mary closed the door on his face.
She sighed deeply and rested her forehead on the door. Usually, you were her best client. You didn’t use social media, you barely went out of your house, you made albums once a year, everyone loved them, and you disappeared again.
It was the easiest job to manage you. But, of course, everything had to go wrong on the only time of the year that you were going on stage.
“I don’t wanna wear this dress,” you whined at your mirror’s reflection.
The fairy-like long green dress made sense with your music genre, but now, you could only compare yourself with Sabrina’s outfits. Next to her, you were the most unsexy nun.
Mary felt like a vein would explode in her head. “You begged for this dress, honey, and we don’t have time to change—”
You opened the closet and hurriedly changed for something else. There was a tight white dress with revealing cleavage.
“Babe, no.” Mary tried to take it from you. “We haven’t done an outfit test with this; it’s too risky.”
“I wanna wear it.”
“Are you deaf or just ignoring me completely?” Mary was losing her patience.
You unzipped your long dress and put on the tiny one. It looked too tight on you. “Perfect!”
Mary passed a hand through her hair anxiously. “Y/N, I swear to—”
A knock came from the door as the same crew member arrived to take you to the stage.
You were trembling from head to toe while you followed the woman. Mary was walking beside you, giving you advice you didn’t listen to.
Three people placed microphones and an earphone while a stylist finished fixing your hair and makeup.
“Okay, you look hot, just don’t… kneel down or it may break, or show your panties—”
You cut off Mary’s rambling. “I need a shot. Vodka.”
Mary frowned and tried to stop the several crew members that rushed to get you one. “Honey, everything will be fine—”
“No, no. I wanna go home; I hate this. I hate this day—”
“Don’t make me slap you again,” Mary muttered as she squeezed your cheeks. “You got this, Y/N. Listen to the people cheering. They need you. They have traveled from all over the world to see you!”
You whined but nodded. “Alright. I can do this. For the fans.”
“For the fans,” Mary agreed and pushed you to the stage.
The music and the cheers started the moment you walked in. You awkwardly waved at the crowd and rushed to the microphone. After a small speech you had rehearsed a hundred times, someone passed you your guitar and the show started.
The few other times you have had a concert have been the same: you get incredibly anxious for a couple of days, but the second you’re on stage you transform to ‘Singer Y/N’ and everything turns out easier.
You avoided looking down at the front row, knowing the moment you saw Joe you’d get nervous again.
Wow, Joe was watching you perform. Everyone was hearing your last album for the first time live and you felt a bit sad that the debut of it hadn’t been in a concert of your own.
“Okay, we’ve got time for one more song,” you said, making the crowd whine. You chuckled. “I know, I know. I would stay all night with you if I could.”
Total lie. Well, no, you would do that for your real fans… in a very small venue and not televised.
“This one is a gift… An unreleased song.”
Your jaw dropped at the loud level of cheers. They were being too dramatic; you had released an album at the start of the year, and they had been fed enough.
“I wrote this for…” Suddenly, adrenaline took over your mind. “For my partner.”
This time, you were sure some people had passed out from how loud they had screamed.
“My partner is here tonight, so yeah… this one is for you, honey,” you said before starting to sing your first romantic song.
On the first row, Joe felt his heart stop. No one around him knew you were singing to him, that those sweet, poetic words were for him. He could’ve cried right there, but in the middle of the song, event assistants escorted him backstage for his upcoming show.
Once you finished, waved goodbye, and stepped off the stage, you felt your soul come back to your body.
Mary hugged you tightly. “That was amazing! The last song was so cute, I almost cried!”
You smiled weakly while crewmembers took off all the cables from your body. “I had a great time… Can’t believe I just admitted that.”
“Me neither!” Mary shrieked excitedly. “Oh, this means I can plan a tour—”
“Absolutely not,” you stopped her.
A hand squeezed your shoulder behind you. “Great show.”
You could recognize that voice in any crowded room. Joe was smirking at you, resisting the urge to kiss you in front of everyone.
Placing a hair behind your ear, you blushed and smiled. “Thanks. Good luck!”
To anyone around you, it was the first time you had ever interacted. When in reality, you could never get used to his compliments. In your head, it was insane that such a good man like him could love someone as damaged as you.
When you expressed that thought to him, Joe had to sit up from the surprise. He hated that you could see yourself in that way.
“See you later?” Joe said as the festival announced his stage name.
You shrugged teasingly. “Maybe.”
He looked you up and down, licked his bottom lip, and swiftly leaned in to whisper, “I’m going to rip that dress off of you at the hotel.”
As if nothing had happened, Joe went onto the stage and started his show, leaving you flustered and shocked.
Your core clenched at the mental image he had provoked.
He was a pro with the crowd, talking to them and hyping them up for his songs. You watched your boyfriend, entranced for a minute, until someone tugged your arm hard and pulled you into a hug.
“I loved your show, girlie!” Sabrina squeals in your ear. She had taken off her heels, so you almost had to double down to hug her back.
“Thanks,” you said awkwardly.
She pulled back but kept her hands on your shoulders. “You were amazing. Joe said you were nervous, but I didn’t notice.”
You tensed at the mention of your man from her lips. It had been a very small thing, but your mind was already tweaking.
“We were on the front row watching your show together,” she explained. “He protected me from some fans; you know how they get!”
There were too many people around you that would be potential witnesses of your potential choking of Sabrina Carpenter. No way in hell was she thinking her words weren’t harming you; she wasn’t stupid.
“Then we got escorted on the last song ‘cause he had to get ready, but he recorded almost all your show. So cute,” she said in a fake voice.
Well, it had been in a normal tone but in your mind, everything coming from her suddenly seemed fake.
You felt your stomach drop. “Wait, he didn’t listen to the last song? It was for him.”
She shrugged and gave you a pity look. “Sorry, honey. He heard, like, half of it. He loved what he heard, though!”
Sabrina frowned when you shoved her hands away and hurried to your dressing room.
It wasn’t really Joe’s fault that he had to leave mid-song, but the fact that Sabrina had been next to him all the time, probably chatting and chuckling since they were both so funny.
Actually, they weren’t that funny; they just had charisma. There were a thousand funnier people in the world! It wouldn’t be a big deal if you cut off all communication right there with everyone, right now.
“What happened now?” Mary muttered, closing the door behind her and leaning against it. “I saw they talked to you. Did they confess they have an affair, two kids, and a house in Italy?”
You glared at her, not liking the joke one bit. Mary’s smirk vanished.
She sat next to you on the couch and placed a hand over your shoulders. “Babe, you can’t let your insecurities ruin your night. You did something big today! You went out of your comfort zone. I’m so proud of you.”
Her last sentence triggered something deep inside your heart. Your eyes got tearful and before you realized it, you were crying with your head on her lap.
Mary soothed your head and looked worriedly at the door. “Don’t you wanna watch his show? He’d be sad if—”
“I hate this,” you sobbed. “This is not like me. I’ve never been the jealous type, you know it! Tell me I’m not crazy.”
She sighed—she seemed to be doing this a lot with you today—and said in a tender voice. “You’re not crazy. It’s normal to feel like that, but… honey, Joe loves you, and Sabrina is your friend; they would never do anything to hurt you.”
You sat up. “What would you do in my shoes? I know you have jealousy issues.”
Mary’s jaw dropped in indignation. “I’m not… always that jealous. Just—”
“You cut it off with James when he sat next to a girl in an airport.”
“There were a hundred empty seats and he made the conscious choice of sitting next to her. He knew what he was doing, that fucking prick,” she muttered.
You shook her by the shoulders. “What would you do if you were me?”
“Talk to him about your concerns—”
“I need you to be honest, not healthy!”
“That’s crazy to ask—”
“Mary, please!”
She whined and pushed your hands off her. “Fine! I would deepthroat his cock until the only sound coming from his mouth is my name!”
Your friend covered her mouth, ashamed, while a smirk grew on your face. “A blowjob. Of course! That’s a great idea.”
Mary lay back on the couch, looking at the ceiling, and whispered. “I’ll schedule you two therapy sessions for next week.”
You stood up and started pacing around the couch anxiously. “Okay. You once told me you’re amazing at it. Teach me!”
The manager went still. “Excuse me?”
“At Anne’s dinner last month you said you were great at deepthroating. I told you I can’t do it and Anne said there’s a spray to relax your throat and—”
“I’m not buying you fucking throat spray—”
You dramatically fell to your knees in front of her. “Mary, I’m begging you. Joe’s show lasts an hour. Enough time to get it.”
Mary regretted ever offering to be your manager. “Why can’t you just… try to relax it?”
“I can’t! And Joe is so big—”
Mary covered her ears. “Ew, I don’t wanna know that!”
You jumped to sit next to her and jokingly murmured, “Big, long, veiny cock—”
“Stop!” she whined and pushed you back to the floor. “I told you I don’t need to know about your sex life unless you get accidentally pregnant.”
You hugged her left leg. “C’mon, Mary, just google the closest sex store. I’ll give you a raise.”
“I already earn millions a year thanks to you.”
“I’ll get you a date with Paul Mescal.”
Mary gasped. “You wouldn’t… He has a girlfriend. That singer girl that’s always sorry about something.”
You shook your head with a wide smirk. “Sabrina told me they broke up a month ago. He is single and very ready to mingle.”
Mary shrieked excitedly, stood up, then sat down again. “Okay, okay, alright. I’ll buy your stupid spray.”
Jumping to your feet, you leaned down to kiss her forehead. “I love you. This is why we’d be wives in a universe where you like girls.”
She rolled her eyes and grabbed her purse. “I’ll leave it hidden in that drawer. Go watch your man’s performance or I’ll tweet a pic of the spray in your account.”
— — —
Guards and assistants escorted you to a special, secluded place in the front row. You waved at some fans, signed some of their vinyls, and took three selfies.
Joe noticed the commotion down the stage and smirked at the sight of you, still in that sexy dress with your beautiful eyes up on him. Even after a year and a half of dating, he got flustered by your attention.
The show continued as planned, but he doubled his efforts to impress you. Joe was deeply in love with you and wished everyone could know it. For a second, he imagined jumping off the stage and claiming your lips without a care in the world.
But above all, he respected your decisions completely and would never risk exposing your relationship without your consent.
When Joe finally finished his presentation and left the stage, he walked straight to his dressing room, thanking everyone who stopped him to compliment his show.
The light was off. Odd.
Joe gasped after he turned it on and saw you sitting cross-legged on the couch. You turned around and smirked. “Hey. Did you see me in the crowd?”
He smiled instinctively and approached you. “How could I not notice my prettiest fan?”
As he leaned down for a kiss, you placed a hand on the nape of his neck and met his lips halfway.
Joe smirked against your lips and let you deepen the kiss while hovering awkwardly over you. His hands caressed your cheeks tenderly.
But you didn’t want tender and romantic; you needed passionate, hot sex.
You rose to your feet and shoved him to the closed door. Joe was taken aback by the sudden roughness but welcomed it with a nervous smile.
He gasped as you attacked his mouth again, pressing your body flushed against his. You could feel his already hard cock restrained by his jeans.
You locked the door and swiftly started unbuckling his belt. His cheeks turned red. “Here? Are you sure? The walls are kind of thin.”
“Shut up,” you muttered before biting his bottom lip.
He whined and touched his bleeding lip, surprised… and deeply excited. “You’re feisty tonight, huh?”
“I told you to shut the fuck up.”
Joe gulped at the dark lust in your eyes and nodded quietly. You shoved his jeans and boxers down in one go before falling to your knees.
After the disgusting spray numbed your throat, you listened several times to Mary's voice message explaining how to give an amazing blowjob. It was the moment to leave your shy self behind and evoke your sexual persona.
You licked your right hand, grabbed his cock, and rubbed his slit with your thumb.
“Fuck—!” Joe almost screamed from the pleasure. With one hand he held your head while the other covered his mouth.
Never had you seen him react like that, so you kept going. Joe threw his head back to the door as you kept pressing and moving your thumb on his tip’s slit, already causing precum to come out of it.
Your eyes remained on his as you took his tip in your mouth slowly, making him groan at the wet feeling enveloping him.
Joe tangled his fingers in your hair and turned it into an improvised ponytail. He was torn between holding you tenderly or fucking your mouth roughly.
Obeying Mary’s instructions, you sucked the tip and then swirled your tongue around it.
“Jesus, fuck—” His hips shifted involuntarily.
Your jaw slackened before you took him deeper, your cheeks hollowing to create a suction sensation that turned him into a whimpering mess. Joe felt vulnerable, exposed, like a teenager receiving his first blowjob as his body reacted in ways never discovered before.
Thanks to the numbness, you continued pushing him into your mouth until you almost reached his hairy base. Joe looked at you surprised and overwhelmed. No one had ever taken him that far. Not even you. He felt as if one of his many fantasies of you was becoming true right in front of him.
“Just like that, baby,” he grunted as you moved slowly yet urgently. “Keep your eyes on me.”
Your tearful eyes stayed on his as you finally took his cock completely, deepthroating for the first time ever. Joe felt himself hardening at the messy sight. He gripped your hair hard, not able to control himself, as he bit his lip to avoid moaning.
But you weren’t backing down. You pulled back to the tip, then pressed forward until your nose touched his pelvis again. Joe was starting to feel his self-control slip through his fingers as his legs trembled with the effort of holding back. He was already close to finishing, and he needed it to last longer.
Joe was in heaven.
You held onto his firm thighs and fastened your pace. It was incredibly difficult to breathe through your nose while your tongue traced around his cock while also sucking him hard. How did so many people enjoy doing this?!
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he whined loudly, his mind too lost to think clearly. “Y/N, don’t stop. You feel so good, honey.”
The feeling of your throat constricting around him, the tight fullness of his cock into you, your complete surrender to him… Fuck, he was fighting hard to not thrust animalistically.
You gagged slightly and hummed around him, a single tear rolling down your cheek, and he was a goner. Joe’s right hand left your hair and searched urgently for one of your hands.
A bit confused, you let him hold your hand tenderly.
“Baby, I’m close,” he warned with a ragged, broken voice. You almost laughed at how choked up he sounded, almost on the verge of tears. “Please…”
You took him deeper, staying there and giving him the permission he was desperately begging for. The simple act shattered the last thread of control.
“Fuck, Y/N!” Joe couldn’t suppress the trembling groan and spilled into your mouth.
The hot, white waves of cum shot into your numb throat like a consuming ocean. His entire body went still as he squeezed your hand tightly.
And following Mary’s last advice, you swallowed all of it. He sensed it and, for a second, almost got hard again.
You pulled back, wiped your mouth with the back of your hand and stuck your tongue out to show him you hadn’t left a single drop. Joe groaned and pulled you up to a messy, open-mouthed kiss.
“I love you so fucking much, baby,” he murmured against your lips. “I don’t know what I’ve done to deserve you.”
You smiled proudly at your success, feeling your peace coming back. Your throat had taken his cock. He was hungrily kissing your lips. He was in love with you and only you.
Joe was yours.
— — —
Life got better after you became a blowjob expert.
Who knew the key to making a man that happy was sucking his cock?
Maybe that was why Mary had so many men desperately calling her. But, well, she now only had eyes for her man.
It was odd seeing your childhood-friend-turned-manager in paparazzi pictures with Paul Mescal.
Joe and the irish actor became good friends after Mary forced all of you to double-date.
On the opposite stick of friendship, Sabrina and you drifted away slowly until your only communication was exchanging memes once a week.
You never told her or Joe about your jealousy that night, but why would you? Joe was wrapped around your finger, Sabrina was banned from your private life, and insecurities aren’t eternal.
Months passed and the December holidays were just around the corner.
Apart from a brief trip to California two days before Christmas, Joe was glued to your side. You’d share Christmas Eve with your family in London, then fly together to Chicago to spend the holiday with his.
The night before his trip, music videos were playing on a low volume on your television while Joe fucked you on the couch.
You arched your back and let him pull your hair as you moaned, “Oh, fuck, baby! Harder!”
Joe spanked your ass and railed into you. “Want me to ruin you, honey?”
Nodding desperately, you gripped the cushions and whimpered, “Please, please… Fill me up.”
He loved hearing those words since you started taking birth control pills and let him fuck you raw. Joe had no idea what had sparked this sudden transformation over the past three months, turning your previously tender sex life into something freakishly passionate, but he wasn’t complaining in the slightest.
“Gonna be a good girl and take all of me?” Joe grunted while rubbing your clit.
Just as you were about to nod, you noticed Harry Styles’ Lights Up video was playing. Your pussy clenched instinctively at the sight of the shirtless singer. Joe’s eyes followed your gaze before he ceased his movements.
He turned off the television, gripped your neck, and pulled you to him until his chest met your back. “Are you serious, Y/N?”
Too cockdrunk to process what was happening, you whined. “What? Why are you stopping, babe?”
Joe knew you weren’t even thinking of the british singer when you clenched around him, but he couldn’t ignore the jealousy on his chest. His hold on your neck tightened as he drove into you with a newly found might.
“Oh, fuck!” you cried as he rubbed your clit with his free hand. “I’m close, so close. Don’t stop, baby.”
He bit your earlobe. “Scream my name when you come, sweetheart.”
You arched your back painfully and let the trembling orgasm hit you. It rolled all over your limbs like the warmest, most pleasurable buzz. “Joe!”
At the powerful clench of your pussy around him, he let go and released himself deep inside you.
You both fell faceforward onto the couch, Joe on top of you. He moved your head to the side and gently kissed your cheek. “Are you okay, baby?”
“Mhm,” you hummed weakly. “Amazing.”
Joe pulled his softening cock off you and started looking for a towel to clean you.
“You want a glass of water?” he asked as he delicately wiped your overwhelmed pussy.
You nodded and pouted, silently asking for a kiss he delightfully gave you. Once he was gone, his phone buzzed on the coffee table. You rolled to the side and squinted your eyes. “I think your mom is calling you.”
From the kitchen downstairs, he yelled, “Answer her! It’s probably about the Christmas dinner!”
Your legs were too weak with the afterglow of it all, so it took you too long to sit up and reach. Just as you grabbed it, the call dropped. You sighed and started to unlock it to call your mother-in-law back… but a notification froze you.
Sabrina: everything’s ready. see u tomorrow :)
Sabrina: remember to delete the texts. cant have her finding out ;)
Sabrina: [PHOTO]
Your head felt dizzy as your stomach did a thousand turns. The phone fell from your hand to the carpeted floor. You couldn’t even bring yourself to open the SMS conversation and snoop more; those messages were enough to mess with your head, your body, your heart… the unbearable pain was everywhere.
For the entire past week, Joe had avoided answering your questions about his upcoming California trip, claiming that it was music-related. You hadn’t paid it enough mind until now. So he was going to California to see her… Wow. Just wow. He hadn’t even mentioned they had each other’s personal numbers, much less that they were friends.
Or whatever the fuck they were.
Trying not to break down, you got dressed quickly, grabbed your biggest purse, and packed your essentials.
Joe came back with a pair of boxers on and a big glass of cold water in his hand. “What did she say…?” His voice quieted when he noticed your trembling hands shoving stuff into your bag. “Honey, what’s wrong?”
You closed the purse and walked past him. Joe tried to grab your arm, but you hurried down the stairs. A mix of confusion and fear ran through him as he left the glass on the floor and followed you.
“Y/N, wait! What are you doing?”
He finally took hold of your arm to stop you, stepping in front of you to study your face. Your eyes were wide and glassy, your gaze lost in the wall as your entire body trembled.
“What’s wrong?” he whispered worriedly. “Baby, talk to me.”
The endearing term brought you back to the present. Your sadness turned to anger as you shoved him off you. “Don’t touch me.”
He stepped back, surprised. His chest ached from your words. “What—?”
“Don’t call me, don’t text me, and don’t even look at me. We’re done,” you brokenly mumbled before turning back to the door.
Your coldness struck him as he watched you walk out of your shared apartment. For a second, he thought you could be pranking him… but it wasn’t like you to do something so cruel.
When he heard the elevator down the hallway arrive, he reacted. Joe ran out of the apartment in a flash. “Y/N! Wait! Please—”
The elevator doors closed in his face. He pressed the button anxiously and unsuccessfully. Since he was on the fortieth floor, Joe had to wait for a new one to arrive, but deep down, he knew he had lost you, unannounced and out of the blue.
Inside the elevator, you rested back on the wall while trying to calm your breath. But the realization of it all, of the end of your idealized relationship, crashed into you at once. You covered your mouth to muffle your sobs as you slid down to the floor.
There was no going back from this pain.
You were done with Joe.
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a/n: PART 2 NEXT WEEK!
literally in shock …
