golden globes' disaster duo - j. k.
Summary: Co-presenting an award with your boyfriend Joe should be easy, but nerves and sex send your night spiraling into disaster.
Warnings: +18 MDNI. SMUT (unprotected p in v, riding, kinda breeding kink, sorta lovemaking), more plot than porn tbh, established relationship, basically FLUFF because joe is deeply in love with you, reader is famous af, jacob elordi being a menace to society.
Everyone was obsessed with Joe and you separately, but when you two started dating? No other couple could compare. You had been universally labeled as βHollywoodβs IT Couple.βΒ
Even though the absurdly big amount of support had been a surprise, you tried to keep your privacy as much as possible. Supermarket runs were over, TikToks had to be double-checked before posting, and gossip pages were constantly trying to stir up drama. But only Joe and you knew how genuinely incredible your relationship was, and you refused to let fans or media break you apart.Β
So you didnβt hesitate in accepting the Golden Globes offer to present an award together. You were already nominated for Best Actress in a Television Series, and Joe would obviously be your plus one. People would probably accuse you two of milking your relationship by going to all the red carpets and events together, but after almost a year of dating, you didnβt really care about anyoneβs opinion anymore.Β
So what if you wanted to post a picture of shirtless Joe making you breakfast right before promoting his new album? You knew people were going to run to your Instagram stories, so you might as well get some new fans for The Crux.Β
'They are so PR!' was the funniest comment you received. If only they knew how devoted you were to each other.
Your manager was ecstatic about the increasing popularity of the Stranger Things season 5 finale and 'End of Beginning.' She wanted you to date someone as famous as you, and even though Joe had a hundred million fewer followers than you, he was unproblematic, well-liked by the media, and growing in popularity.
You had attended the Golden Globes for the last five years, even winning two awards for Best Actress for your main role in your famous HBO tv show, Crashing Waves. Everyone loves to win, but you were feeling a bit shy of possibly winning a third time for the same show. You didnβt want your peers to resent you or think that the showβs producers had a contract with the academy.Β
Joe thought you were delusional. βNobody hates you for it, babe. Thatβs, like, everybodyβs favorite show. We all want you to win because you fucking deserve it.β
Maybe he was right, but deep down you hoped somebody else would take the award home.Β
After a year of constant communication, your managers had become best friendsβalthough Joe and you were sure they were datingβand had chosen the perfect matching outfits for the event.Β
Joe looked incredibly handsome with a white suit, black pants, and his new blond hair, while you represented the βepitome of sexinessβ (Joeβs words) with your sheer black dress.
βHow is this matching?β you asked your managers. βWeβre wearing opposite colors.β
βExactly!β Jane exclaimed. βEveryone loves the βopposites-attractβ narrative you two have going on.β
Laura, your manager, nodded. βWhile he looks like an angel, you look like a hot, tempting devil.β She slapped your ass playfully, making Joe glare at her. βNo one would be able to look away from you, dear.β
They werenβt wrong; the dark aesthetic of your makeup and dress made you seem as if you would slap anyone who took the award from you.
βYou look beautiful,β Joe mumbled on the limousineβs backseat, kissing your hand. βLike youβre gonna spank me and tell me to shut up.β
You smirked. βI donβt have to look like a Disney villain to do that.β
Joe snorted. βYou donβt look like a villain at all. More likeβ¦ a hot vampire.β He scooted closer and kissed your neck. βI need you, baby.β
It was barely seven oβclock, and with the entire event and after party, youβd probably be back at the hotel around three a.m.
You gently pushed him off. βBehave. I canβt have hickeys now.β
βWhy not?β he whined and playfully bit your shoulder, making sure to not leave a mark. βThatβll keep the men away.β
βYour presence will be enough for that, honey.β
Joe jokingly gasped, placing a hand on his chest. βWhat do you mean? Are you calling me possessive?β
Your boyfriend was the least toxic man in the world. Many would even describe him as the sweetest person in any room. But whenever a man would get too close, smile too widely, or eye you a bit too muchβ¦Β
You sighed. βThat would be an understatement.β
The red carpet was pretty chaotic, as usual, with camera flashes blinding you, interviewers begging for your attention, and fans screaming for selfies. You used to hate that part, but doing it with Joe reduced all the stress. He kept a supportive hand on your lower back all the time and constantly whispered compliments in your ear. You two had reached enough peace and shamelessness that when fans chanted βkiss, kiss, kiss,β Joe pleased them with a soft, lingering peck on your lips.
βI love you,β he whispered, but everyone read his lips and screamed like crazy.Β
You just blushed and chuckled as your managers took you inside.Β
βOh, my children,β Jane whined with a happy smile while watching the pics she had taken of you on her phone. βIf you ever break up, Iβll lock you in a cabin on a remote island until you solve things.β
Joe and you froze, looking at his manager with wide eyes, but an event assistant arrived to escort you to your seats.Β
Most people were already in their seats, chatting with their colleagues, so there were only two chairs available on your table. Well, of course you were awkwardly sort of lateβ¦
Everyone looked up when you arrived.Β
Joe and you smiled politely at your showβs director, producers, andβ
βOh my god, Jacob Elordi,β you shrieked at your celebrity crush sitting right there, a few meters from you, next to the Frankenstein cast.Β
They all laughed, bringing you back to reality. You blushed deeply and looked embarrassed at Jacob. βIβm justβ Wow. Hey, hi.β
The handsome manβs cheeks were a light shade of pink too. He shook your hand. βNice to finally meet such a superstar.β
Joeβs squeeze of your hip unfroze you. He knew of your fangirl crush on Jacob Elordi, but having him in person, in front of you, looking a bit flushed tooβ¦ It wasnβt cute or funny anymore.
You cleared your throat and sat down nervously, looking everywhere but at Jacob. For years, you had seen him from afar in every event, too shy to ask him for a picture, and now he was next to you.Β
βWhat the hell!β you mouthed to your boyfriend, discreetly pointing at Jacob. βHeβs real?β
Before Joe could reply, Jacob spoke, sending a shudder down your spine. βIβm a big fan of Crashing Waves.β
Oh, you were in a dream. Joe nudged your knee, quietly reminding you to reply.Β
You looked at Jacob and tried to smile. βYeah? Y-youβve seen it?β
Jacob scoffed. βOf course. Itβs my favorite. And you? Wow. Amazing performance every damn minute.β
You grasped Joeβs hand beneath the table. It wasnβt the cold air conditioner that was making you tremble.Β
βHey, Y/N,β your director called across the table. βYou look like a tomato.β
All eyes turned to you before they snickered softly. You covered your face, absolutely embarrassed.Β
Joe forced a chuckle and soothed your back. βShe gets like that with compliments.β
βAnd how are you gonna receive that award, then?β teased Guillermo del Toro.
Guillermo del Fucking Toro was talking to you. You quickly looked up and hurriedly said, βMr. del Toro, oh God, pleasure to meet you. Big, big fan of Pinocchio.β
He chuckled and shook your hand. βMost people say βShape of Water,β but itβs nice hearing something different.β
βWe loved Frankenstein,β Joe added, also staring at the man with awe. βIββ
Jacob cut him off. βWe were talking about you, actually.βΒ
Your jaw dropped. βM-me?β
He nodded and smiled charmingly. βI was telling Guillermo that you should audition for his next movie.β
You almost stood up from the surprise. With a stoic face, you said, βItβd be the honor of my life, Mr. del Toro.β
The table guests laughed, but Joe knew you were serious. The director waved his hand. βYou can just call me Guillermo, dear. Give me your number.β
As you exchanged numbers with the widely awarded man, Joe noticed Jacobβs eyes shamelessly raking all over you, lingering on your cleavage.Β
Was he fucking serious right now?
Joe put an arm around your shoulders and kissed your temple, trying to discreetly remind Elordi that you were his girlfriend. βAre you still nervous about the award? Because I think I just saw Ayo Edebiri gushing about you with her friends.β
You looked around for your fellow nominee, almost breaking your neck.
But it seemed Joe was invisible to Jacob as he grabbed your hand over the table and talked before you could. βPlease, just between us, tell me the end of Crashing Waves.β
Your eyes widened. Jacob Elordi was touching you. Your inner fifteen-year-old, who hated The Kissing Booth saga but watched it a million times because of your favorite actor, would be crashing out right now.
Your tv showβs main producer, Gary, shook his head. βDonβt do it, Y/N. He already tried with me.β
You giggled andβ¦ didnβt move your hand away, Joe noticed.Β
βMy contract forbids me to. Sorry,β you said. βNot even my boyfriend knows it.β
Gary snorted. βI donβt believe that one bit.β
You blushed and looked conspiratorially at Joe. βI probably wouldβve told him, but he doesnβt wanna be spoiled.β
Joe nodded and took advantage of the tableβs attention. βSheβs always on the verge of telling me the ending in bed, in the shower, in the car, everywhere!β
Hopefully, the discreet sexual innuendo sent a clear message.Β
Jacob looked at him for the first time and forced a smile. βDjo, right? βEndings of Beginningsβ is a great song.β
Oh, Joe wanted to jump over you and choke the tall man. Every fucking person in the world knew his song. It had been number one on spotify for over two consecutive weeks.Β But a discreet squeeze on his thigh brought him back to the present.Β
You had noticed Jacobβs jab and didnβt like it one bit. The excitement about meeting your celebrity crush was gone. Your jaw tightened and your smile turned pursed.Β
Next to Jacob, Mia Goth chuckled. βI told you itβs βEnd of Beginningβ! I played it all the time at my trailer.β She waved excitedly at you two. βWhile yβall were chatting, I was looking for this.β
She passed you her phone with a wide smile. Joe and you gasped at the screenshot of her Spotify Wrapped having both of you as her top two artists.
βI definitely did not beg the Golden Globes producers to put you two at our table,β she teased with a wink. βCan we take a picture at the commercial break?β
Joe and you nodded eagerly. βOf course!β
Even after years of making music and acting, meeting fans always filled your hearts, especially if they were your Hollywood colleagues.Β
βSheβs working on her new album,β Joe pointed at you, making Mia gasp.Β
You chuckled and shook your head. βNot really. Iβve written, like, fifty songs but nothing concrete.β
Mia couldnβt care less about Jacob as she scooted her chair closer and grasped your hand over the table. βIs it a love album? I mean, your depressive ones are my faves, but Iβm sure youβll do great romantic songs.β
βThey are,β Joe quickly said, loud enough for a certain giant man to listen.Β
You chuckled and squeezed Miaβs hand. βHow can I not write love songs when I have such a muse?β
It was Joeβs turn to blush as everyoneβexcept Jacobββawwβed. But he wasnβt ashamed in the slightest; he was filled with joy. For a long time, he had wished for someone to love him as hard as he did, with the silly love songs and irrational, sporadic love acts.Β
And he finally found you, a poet wanting to be the muse of another poet. Your love languages matched and there wasnβt a paper in your apartment without a love poem written on it.Β
He kissed your cheek and whispered, βI love you.β
A flash blinded you two. An event photographer had approached the table and was now asking the Frankenstein cast to get together for a general picture.
Joe and you scooted your chairs back to avoid appearing on the photo, finally getting a peaceful second for yourselves.
But an assistant suddenly appeared behind you with a clipboard and a pen. βMrs. and Mr. Y/L/N, youβre the sixth presenters. Iβll come look for you inβ¦ twenty minutes. Be ready.β Then rushed to the next table.
You paled, randomly forgetting which award you were presenting for. But Joe smirked and said, βI loved that he called me βMr. Y/L/N.β I can get used to it, to be honest.β
So focused on your work, you hadnβt even noticed the assistantβs slip. You beamed and pinched his cheek. βBut I want to be Mrs. Keery so bad, honey. I love your last name.β
βOkay, then you be Mrs. Keery and Iβll be Mr. Y/L/N,β he teased, causing you to chuckle.
βThat defeats the whole purpose!β
Joe gasped, startling you, as his eyes found his tableβs name card. He picked it up and showed it to you. βIβm βJoe Keery-Y/L/N,β and youβll address me like that from now on.β
Your jaw dropped too. What were the Golden Globesβ assistants playing at? Yours didnβt include his last name, so it had definitely been on purpose.
βThis is coming home with me.β Joe kept looking at it with awe. βTake a pic of me holding it, please.β
Your cheeks hurt from how much you were smiling at his cute reaction. In another universe, your ex-boyfriend wouldβve been pissed by it. You took the photos with your phone, already wanting them as your new wallpaper.
But behind Joe, in the background of the picβ¦ You gasped and almost dropped the phone. Joe turned around confused. βWhat?β
βAriana Grande looks wonderful!β you screamed in a whisper.
The singer/actress was on a faraway table, calmly chatting with Selena Gomez. Joe raised his eyebrows. βSheβs brunette. Wasnβt she blonde, like, yesterday?β
You sighed and patted his back. βJust because we rewatched Wicked For Good yesterday doesnβt mean it was filmed yesterday, baby.β He rolled his eyes, but you werenβt done. βYouβre the newest blondie in town. No one will take your crown.β
He looked deadpan at you but couldnβt help smiling at your joke. βBe thankful youβre cute and I love you.β
You sent him a flying kiss and looked back at your phone. βSheβs nominated for a Wicked song.β
Joe leaned closer to see the list too. βUhh, the one I like? Sheβll sing it?β
Oh, you were so in love with your chronically offline boyfriend. βNo, babe. Popular is from the first movie.β You scrolled down and sighed. βForget it. Golden will definitely win.β
He frowned and naively asked, βThe Harry Styles song you like?β
You stared at him quietly for half a minute, then nodded. βYeah, his 2019 hit is so nominated.β
Joe rolled his eyes at your teasing and leaned back on his chair. βIβll never ask you anything again ever.β
βYouβre not gonna speak to me anymore?β you smirked. βGive me this, then.β
When you reached for his name card, Joe quickly shielded it from you, keeping it close to his chest. βNo, no. Donβt steal the highlight of my year.β
Β βItβs January 12th.β
βEnough days to know that I want to marry you this year,β he joked.
But your heart stopped. A man canβt justβ¦ joke about something like that! You cleared your throat and tried to act nonchalant. βIβm busy this year. Too many projects. Try in 2027.β
Joeβs arms encircled your hips to pull you closer. He kissed your cheek and whispered in your ear, βIβll kidnap you, then. Fuck the movie industry.β
βItβll fall apart without me,β you shrugged, pretending to be inspecting your nails.
βOh, so true. Theyβll lose their best actress,β he mumbled between kisses. And this time, you knew he wasnβt joking, which just flustered you more.
βHey, loverbirds!β Gary, your showβs producer, threw a balled-up napkin your way. βShut up. Shitβs starting.β
Blushing, you two pulled apart and pretended to pay attention to the hostβs speech. Yet as the woman talked and joked, Joeβs hand suddenly found its way under your dressβs crease and started caressing up your thigh. You discreetly side-glanced at him.Β
βDonβtβ¦β you muttered as his thumb reached the edge of your underwear.Β
But he didnβt move his hand away and you didnβt want him to stop, so you clapped and smiled while presenters announced winners and they gave their speeches.
By the third award, you discreetly leaned closer to Joe and muttered with a hand covering your mouth βWhat the hell are youβ?β
His fingers grazed your clothed clit, making you flinch. You covered it with a cough while he just smiled calmly at the stage, paying all the attention in the world.Β
Casually, you placed an arm on his chair and ghosted your nails across his back. It seemed like a normal, loving action, but Joe knew better. His smile wavered as he tried to push your hand away without being too obvious.Β
βDont playβ¦,β he mouthed.Β
You smiled innocently and looked back at the stage. He wanted to play dirty? Well so could you.Β
But the challenging vibe left you when he pressed your clit hard. An inevitable gasp escaped your lips, catching your tableβs attention.
You forced a smile and lied, βSorry. I just love that movie.β
Hamnetβs trailer was playing on the screensβ¦ It hadnβt even hit theaters in America. But they believed you and returned their direction to the show.Β
Joe quickly whispered in your ear. βYouβre so wet already.βΒ
You pushed him off instinctively, then faked a smile and squeezed his shoulder, just in case a camera was on you.
Joe smirked and tried to move your panties to the side. Alright, enough. You scooted closer to the table,Β grabbed his wrist, and mumbled, βIβll murder you ifββ
You both gasped at the sudden squeaky voice, jumping away from each other as if electrified.Β
Standing awkwardly behind you, the assistant raised her hands and whispered, βSorry! Didnβt mean to scare you, guys. I need to take you backstage.β
Joe discreetly wiped his fingers on the chair and nodded. You forced a smile and stood up, hoping there wasnβt a wet spot in your dress.Β
βWhat is wrong with you?!β you whispered to Joe as the woman guided the way.Β
He put an arm around your waist and shrugged. βIβ¦ honestly donβt know. You look so hot and fucking Elordi was hitting on youββ
But not even you could deny it. You smirked as your cheeks turned pink. βHe so was, right?β
Joe rolled his eyes but smiled at your cuteness. βWho wouldnβt? Youβre the most beautiful woman in the room.β
The second the backstage doors closed behind you, your hands found the nape of his neck as you pulled him down to a kiss. He grabbed your hips to press you closer and opened his mouth to deepen it.Β
βHey, hey. Donβt mess up the makeup,β your manager appeared to ruin the moment.Β
Behind her, various assistants and crew were rushing around, making sure the show was running perfectly. Laura pulled out a small mirror and your lipstick. βRe-apply. Joe, donβt forget your glasses. Follow the woman; you have to be on stage in three minutes.β
Joe stared with hunger as you applied the expensive lipstick. Pretending not to notice him, you sent a kiss to the mirror and pouted. He distracted himself by focusing on the assistant leading them.
βRemember: you can drift from the teleprompter words, but not completely, okay?β she said.Β
You nodded and gave her your lipstick and mirror. βCan you please give this to that woman, the one that looks constipated?β
A few feet behind you, Laura mouthed, βI can hear you!β
The assistant left you two on the entrance spot behind the curtain and next to the stage. From there, you could see the Heated Rivalry actors chatting excitedly with Michael B. Jordan.Β
βThere are only, like, six songs nominated. We couldβve listened to them,β Joe sighed.Β
You shrugged. βI did.β
βWhat?!β he gasped. βWhen?β
βThis morning while you were showering.β
Joe feigned sadness as he shook his head. βYou shouldβve waited for me. Now I canβt judge the Oscar dudes that never watch all the nominated movies.β
You rolled your eyes. βJoe, we wonβt choose the winning song. Itβs completely different.β
Your boyfriend put an arm around your waist to pull you close and whispered, βI was joking. Laugh or Iβm breaking up with you.β
You pressed your lips in a line, refusing to give inβ¦ but he started tickling you. βStop! Joeββ
βShh!β The assistant was back, looking a bit angrier, and gave Joe an envelope. βWeβre coming back from commercials in thirty seconds. The camera is already on you. Good luck!β
You both stayed quiet until she had walked out of listening range, then looked at each other nervously.
βIβm shaking,β Joe confessed, showing you his trembling hands.Β
You whined, βJoe, youβre supposed to calm me!β
He put on his glasses and sighed. βWe got thisβ¦β
βI love your sluttly little glasses,β you whispered in a shaky voice.Β
βThanks,β he mumbled with his eyes glued to the camera. βWe shouldβve taken a shot before this.β
βWeβre fineβ¦β You grabbed his free hand. βLetβs enter like this instead of the elbow-holding thingy. We look like the Hunger Games tributes when theyββ
βComing to the stage,β a thundering voice came from the speakers. βyou know him from Stranger Things and sheβs the two-time Golden Globe winnerβ¦ itβs Joe Keery and Y/N Y/L/N.β
That was your cue, of course. Joe and you walked hand in hand to the stage and towards the microphone. Everyone applauded as the chorus from End of Beginning played on the speakers. You could already imagine millions of fans shrieking excitedly at their screens.
As you mentally reminded yourself to not trip over your feet, your eyes found the teleprompter. Joe and you had already practiced two days ago in that same spot, something along βMusic is an art thatββ
β¦That wasnβt on the teleprompter. What? Joe and you stopped right behind the microphone, his eyes on you since your line was the first. Hadnβt he realized the changes?!
Oh, shit. The words were moving fast. You smiled and started, βUhmβ¦ Showtunes, k-pop, blues, pop, rock, americana, this yearβs nominees for Best Original Song are truly all over the place.β
Even though you sounded out of breath and rushed, Joe talked smoothly, βSeriously. If you show up at a party and they play all six of our nominees in a row, you'd be psyched because they are all incredibleβ¦βΒ
You discreetly side-eyed him. Joe hadnβt even listened to them. Well, maybe he vaguely remembered the Wicked onesβ¦ although you had heard a light snore coming from him during The Girl in the Bubble.
βBut you'd also have a few questions,β Joeβs line was the cue to yours.Β
You quickly looked back at the teleprompter just as your line went away. βEhβ¦ Yeah, a million,β you improvised. βLike, damn, who wrote that masterpiece?β
Joe blinked, his plastered smile wavering. Your improv wasnβt really a match with the original βWhat are you on?β line.Β
He forced a chuckle and quickly saved it. βYeah, or what are you on?β
βHow muchββ you started, then realized it was his line.Β
β...are you on?β Joe continued, trying to make it look like it had been on purpose. Oh, the cute couple are completing each other's lines!Β
βAnd can I please have some?β you finally read correctly.
Joe smiled proudly at you and said the last line, βAll great questions. Now here is one more: Who is taking home the Golden Globe tonight?β
The cameraβs red light disappeared as the show started displaying the nominees section. Your smiles disappeared instantly.Β
You grasped your boyfriendβs arm and whispered, βThey changed that or am I schizophrenic?!β
βBoth.β Joe tried to sound reassuring. βI mean, yeah I think they did. And it was going so fast. It wasnβt your fault, baby.β
βI never said it wasβ¦β
A three-second countdown appeared in the teleprompter. Joe squeezed your hand warningly and both of your charming, fake smiles came back.Β
βAnd the Golden Globe goes toβ¦β you exclaimed.Β
Joe tried to open the envelope, but his fingers had turned sweaty from the nervousness, and it fell to the floor. You gasped dramatically at the worst case scenario happening.
Just as you leaned down to help, Joe stood up, crashing the back of his head into your collarbone.Β
You took a step back and collided with the microphone. βAh!β you screamed as you quickly reached for it.Β
Joe winced, but managed to help you keep the mic stand straight. βShit. I mean, ohββ He covered his mouth when one of the only curse word he was told not to say slipped out.Β
You leaned into the mic and yelled, βAnd the Oscar goes toβ¦!β
βGolden Globe,β Joe corrected before squinting his eyes to read the envelope, βUhmβ¦ Golden, The Huntersββ
βKpop Demon Hunters,β you tried to correct, but the loud music and applause overshadowed your voices.Β
Joe gently grabbed your elbow and dragged you to the side of the stage. An assistant hesitantly looked at Joe before deciding to give you the award.Β
βTheyβre never calling us for this again,β Joe whined, rubbing the nape of his neck stressfully.Β
Before you could reply, the winner climbed up the stairs. You smiled widely and gave her the Golden Globe.Β
βCongrats!β you both exclaimed.Β
The woman briefly thanked you before walking to the microphone. On cue, you two rushed to the backstage.Β
βThat was a mess. Iβm not entering twitter for a week,β you whined.Β
Joe soothed your back. βOkay, people laughedβ¦ maybe with us and not at us?β
You jumped at the desperate whisper behind you. The same assistant that had led you to the stage was running towards you.
βYou have to present a second award! The best score!β
βOhh!β Joe and you gasped as realization dawned in your faces.Β
You almost slapped your forehead at the collective loss of memory happening between both of you. Maybe spending too much time together was making your brain cells mix into just a big, stupid one.Β
βHere you go.β The woman gave Joe the result envelope.Β
He grimaced and shoved it into your hands. βNot doing that again.β
You stared at it as if it were a boiled potato. βBut why me?!β
βHurry up!β the woman yelled in a whisper. βGet on stage now!β
The previous winner was ending her speech in tears while you two tried to discreetly stand behind her. Applause aroused as the singer stepped away with her award, your sign to present the second nomination.Β Β
βCongratulations to Golden, Kpop Demon Hunters,β you said with a smile.
βAlright, everybody, now the award for Best Original Score Motion Picture,β Joe followed. βAnd the nominees areβ¦β
You both released a breath of relief as the show switched to list the different movies and musicians.Β
βThat wasnβt so bad,β Joe whispered.Β
Biting your lip, you carefully tried to open the envelope. You suddenly froze and said, βOh my Godβ¦ What if I say it wrong?β
Joe frowned, taking a quick look at the screen to make sure they werenβt on air. βWhat? How?β
βI donβt know! Look at the La La Land/Moonlight scandal andββ
The red dot reappeared on the camera. You two smiled again and Joe said, βAnd the Golden Globe goes toβ¦β
You finally opened the envelope and forgot all professionalism as you gasped excitedly, βLudwig Goransson from Sinners! Yeah!β
Joe applauded along with the crowd. He did remember that movieβ¦ βWe went to that premiere, right?β
βYeah, the one where my sister threw up after three margaritas.βΒ
You received the award from an assistant and waited eagerly to give it to the artist.Β
The winner shook Joeβs hand before accepting the award and giving you a kiss on the cheek.Β
βCongrats! I love the Oppenheimer score,β you hurriedly told him.
βOh, thanks!β He chuckled and walked to the mic.Β
Joe found your hand and intertwined your fingers. He squeezed it before whispering in your ear. βI think we did pretty good.β
But your manager didnβt think the same.Β
As the show finally went to a commercial break, Laura met you backstage with an exasperated face.Β
βThey cut the Best Score one from the main broadcast,β she said.
You gasped. βWhat?! But we ate on that one!β
βWell, they only played the horrible one,β Laura grunted. βHow could you forget to read the fucking teleprompter, Y/N? Itβs there for a reason!β
While your manager and you bickered about the recent mess, all sound from the room vanished for Joe as he stared at you lovingly. He couldnβt get over how perfect that dress fitted you. It hugged you in all the right waysβ¦ especially your ass.
His pants were getting tighter. He mentally thanked his manager for choosing black pants that could make his hard-on barely noticeable.Β
Joeβs arms engulfed your waist as he pressed behind you. To anyone, it looked as if he was giving you a casual romantic hug, but you understood the message. Or, well, felt it.Β
You stopped fighting with Laura at the familiar feeling of your boyfriendβs big hard cock. Your cheeks turned red and you quickly looked around to see if anyone had noticed.
Laura sighed deeply as she typed on her phone. βWhatever. People think youβre funny and cute. Thatβs all I need. See you later.β
βBye!β Joe exclaimed in a teasing tone only for you.Β
You patted his arms and muttered, βDidnβt realize the Sinners score could be so arousing for you?β
He pressed closer and whispered. βNo one will notice if we disappear.β
βUhm, literally everyone will,β you fought back as you tried to push him off. βBabe, itβs too risky. Thereβs always eyes on us.β
On you, Joe wanted to say. No one cares that much about him, maybe the Stranger Things fans, but he doubted most of the awarded, famous artists in that room respected his show.Β
You on the other hand? Joe was aware of how heads turned whenever you passed, how most artists were nervous of talking to you and wouldnβt even try most of the time.Β
If they only knew how approachable and down-to-earth you were. If they could see you fangirling over romance books at one in the morning in nothing but an oversize shirt of his and a skincare mask.Β
Althoughβ¦ in all honesty, Joe was glad he was the only one with the privilege to know you like the back of his hand. To know the real you, not Y/N Y/L/N the most famous young actress and singer of this century.Β
Joe held you tighter and kissed your cheek. βBabyβ¦ please. Look at what youβre doing to me.β
You almost moaned when he rubbed his hardness against your ass.Β
βBut weβll only have, like, five minutes to do anything.β
Joeβs whisper in your ear sent shivers down your spine. βYou know I can make you come in less time, honey.β
Fuckβ¦ Lust was clouding your mind. Maybe no one would notice the empty spots on your table.Β
βFine. Go to the second floor menβs bathroom and wait for me until the next commercial break.β
He pulled away before tenderly kissing your lips. βYouβre the best.β
βI know,β you mumbled and watched him rush to the closest elevator. βDamnβ¦β you said to yourself, entertained by his eagerness.
Joe was so pathetic for you.Β
It had been ten minutes with no news of you. Joe was walking around the small space anxiously with his jeans and boxers bunched down to his knees, his hand teasing his cock with short strokes.Β
βWhere the fuck are you?β he muttered to the quiet air.Β
Meanwhile, in the grand salon, the winner finished his speech and the show took a commercial break. A five-minute countdown started on the screens.Β
You cursed internally as you ran out of the room before anyone could try speaking to you.Β
On all the past breaks, people had bombarded you, asking about your future projects, about your relationship, about Crashing Wavesβ¦ These events were for networking, but you were sort of done with the small talk and forced chuckles.Β
Fine, you were craving Joe, but you had tried being more discreet and patient.Β
Waiters and assistants were running all around the venue, taking drinks, aiding people, and making sure the show was going perfectly. They were too distracted to notice you slipping behind the bar to the elevator⦠except for the two young bartenders who frowned at your obvious attempt at discretion.
They wouldnβt say anything, so you paid them no mind and pressed the button marking β2.β The doors closed and displayed your reflection. You sighed nervously and brushed your hair with your fingers. Why were you even doing that? It was going to get messy after your βactivitiesβ with Joe.
The hallways on the second floor were quietly empty, as you had expected. Why would people go anywhere but the bar during the breaks? You took off your heels and ran to the menβs bathroom.Β
Your heart was thumping from the adrenaline, your pussy getting wet from the danger of it all. The last stallβs door was just closing. You smirked and put the heels on; you cleared your throat and made sure your steps sounded as you approached it.
βSo naughty, so desperate, so pathetic,β you filled the silence. βYou just canβt keep it in your pants, huh? Maybe a blowjob would make you behave.β
You pushed the door hard, but your smile vanished in an instant, replaced by a horrified gasp.
Chris Rock had his hands frozen on his unbuckled belt. He looked scared until he recognized you. He raised his hands and smirked. βI appreciate the offer, but Iβm happily married, dear.β
You took a step back and looked away, even if he was dressed. Your face was burning as you stumbled over your words. βOh myβ Iβm so, so sorry. My boyfriendβ¦ Shit, Iβ¦ This isββ
βHey, itβs fine. I supposed you were looking for somebody else,β Chris chuckled. βIβm glad you met me instead, to be honest. Iβm a big fan of your work!β
The clock was ticking as you wondered where your boyfriend couldβve gone. You had been very clear: the second-floor menβs bathroom. How could he get confused at that? Had the horniness messed with his head?
You finally turned your eyes back to Chris and smiled nervously. βThanks. I lovedβ¦β You couldnβt really remember any of his work. β...when you slapped Will Smith.β
He snickered and sat down on the toilet. βI know probably everyone tells you this, but, manβ¦ Crashing Waves is the best tv show in history. I have, like, ten thousand Tiktok edits on my gallery. Oh, and my family loves it. We sit together to watch every season andβ Waitβ¦β He pulled out his phone. βCan you make a short video for my daughter? She loves your music.β
Thoughts of Joe disappeared the moment he mentioned his daughter. You gasped excitedly. βOf course! Whatβs her name?β
After you recorded various videos saying hi to Chris Rockβs kids (then to his siblings, cousins, and nephews), you promised him tickets to your next tour and refused his insistent offer of giving you his brotherβs phone number. You couldβve just walked out, but your people-pleasing self didnβt want to seem rude.
The speakers had announced the ending of the break in thirty seconds, but you couldnβt go back without finding Joe. Chris Rock gave you a grateful hug and finally let you escape.Β
The womenβs bathroom was empty, so you ran downstairs and threw open the first-floor menβs bathroom. βJoe?β You were never repeating the mistake of opening stalls without asking. βAre you here?β
A hand came up from a stall. βHere!β
The second he saw your heels outside his door, Joe opened it and pulled you into a fierce kiss. βWhat took you so long?β
You fell back into the closed door and tried to kiss him back while talking. βI went to the bathrooms upstairs but you werenβt there.β
He frowned, pulling back. βYou said second floor.β
βYeah, and this is the first one.β
βNo, itβs the second. The elevator didnβt work, so I climbed a set of stairs andβ¦β He stopped as realization dawned on him. βAnd that floor was the Lobby, so this is the first, and the second isββ
βUpstairs,β you muttered. βI walked in on Chris Rock almost taking a shit.β
But instead of laughing, Joe shut you up with another kiss. βDonβt talk about other men while Iβm trying to fuck you,β he joked.
βYeah βcause I was definetly gonna blow Chris Rock.β You rolled your eyes.
Joeβs kisses dropped to your neck as his hands wandered to your butt. βI donβt know. You like slaps and kinky shit like that.β
You pushed him to the closed toilet and straddled him. βAlright, the commercial break is over, but we should make this quick anyway.β
Joeβs arms wrapped around your waist to pull you flush against him. You started to grind your hips, making him moan. βFuckβ¦β
He had his jeans and underwear hanging on his knees, his hard cock leaking against his tummy.
You licked your lips and stood up. After bunching up your dress, you tried to kneel, but Joe stopped you. βNo, wait. I donβt want that. I need to be inside you, baby,β he pleaded.
βBut Iβm not prepared enough.β You pulled down your thong to show your semi-wet pussy.Β
If he didnβt eat you out before penetrating you, his cock would hurt you terribly. It was difficult getting used to such size.
βItβs okay.β Joe casually pulled out a condom and a small bottle of lube from his pantsβ pocket.
Your jaw dropped. βHave you been carrying that all night?β
He shrugged, smirking. βAfter I saw you trying on that dress, I knew I wouldnβt control myself all night, sweetheart.β
You blinked, frowning, then snorted. βJoe, that couldβve fallen out of your pocket mid-presentation!β
Joe opened the condom and carefully put it on. He uncapped the bottle and poured lube on his fingers. βAnd? Is not as if people donβt know couples have sex.β
You caressed his blond hair. βBaby, the Golden Globes is a PG-13 show. You wouldβve traumatized more than just our family.β
Joe froze and grimaced. βCan we go back to sexy talk? Itβs odd thinking of our families while Iβm touching my dick.β
You opened your mouth but just chuckled. βIβm sorry! Uhmβ¦β You spat on your clit and rubbed it. βWait, did you just say βsexy talkβ? What are you? Fifteen?β
Joe shut you up by inserting three lubed fingers inside you. Normally, he could get you wet in seconds, but for the sake of time, lube will have to do.
You moaned as he moved them quickly, preparing you. βFuck, Joeβ¦ Just like that.β
But he took them off, wiped them on his thigh and pulled you back to straddling his lap. Obediently and on instinct, you tried to get comfortable enough to ride him. Joe leaned back, his hands dropping to caress your thighs as he looked up at you with darkened eyes.
βYou look so hot, baby,β he whispered. βGonna ride me good?β
You grabbed his protected cock and aligned it on your prepared entrance. βGonna give you what you want so you can shut up.β
His hips flexed slightly as his tip grazed you. βIβll never shut up about you. Youβre too beautiful. My pretty girl.β
You held onto his shoulders while sinking down on him. Joe threw his head back with a choked groan, the grasp on your hips tightening like a vise, like he needed to remind himself you were really on top of him.
βOh, God!β you whined at the size. You were barely sitting on half of it.Β
Joe kissed your collarbone and soothed your hips. βItβs okay, baby. Take your time.β
βWe donβt have time,β you muttered. Closing your eyes, you sank down completely. βFuck!β
His breath turned uneven, his voice already wrecked. βBaby, Iβm not lasting long. F-feels so good. Y-you feelβ¦ P-please move.βΒ
You braced yourself and started riding him fast, ignoring the pain and focusing on your boyfriendβs pleasure. His hands slid up to your lower back, squeezing your ass hard.
βYouβre so perfect. Making me insane just by existingβ¦ Iβve needed you since we got into that limousine,β he murmured into your neck, his teeth scraping over the perfumed skin at your neck. βSo good for me. Only me.β
You moaned and threw your hair back to give him more access. βOnly yours, Joe. Iβm yours.β
His nails were marking your skin as he helped you ride him. Joe knew he was on the verge of finishing, but he wanted you to do it first. And he knew exactly how.
Joe spanked you hard before gripping your chin and angling your face back to him. βDamn right youβre mine. This pussy was made for me.β He pressed a messy, possessive kiss to your lips, biting the lower one. βIβm not letting you go. Not even if goddamn Elordi tries to charm you again.β
You smirked and rolled your hips harder. βI knew you would get jealous about that. He was just being friendly.β
He gripped your hair and pulled you closer. βDonβt play. He was flirting with you.β
You had no patience to tease him, so you shoved down your dress straps. βI donβt care about him. Heβs nothing compared to you, Joe.β You arched your back and pushed his head down to your breasts. βThe only one that I want inside me, the only one that can touch me.β
Joeβs eyes turned darker before he started to press open-mouthed kisses across your chest.
βNo marks,β you reminded him.
He groaned and captured one of your nipples in his mouth. His hand gripped your waist as he moved you up and down his length, his hips flexing up to meet yours.
βSo pretty. So softβ¦ Fucking obsessed with you,β he murmured against your skin.
His thumb brushed over the other nipple, delightfully watching your reactions. You gasped and moaned as your legs burned from the effort of riding him in such a small space.
You were getting close, but it wasnβt enough. Rubbing yourself wouldnβt be as pleasurable.Β
βBabyβ¦β you whined. βTake off the condom.β
Joeβs entire body went still. He released your nipple and looked up at you hesitantly. βHoneyββ His voice was rough, and he was trying to not show too much eagerness. βAre you sure? You arenβt on the pill.β
You were too horny to think straight. βWhatever. Iβll take a Plan B tomorrow. Thereβs a pharmacy in front of the hotel.β
Joe knew he had to think rationally, but it was too difficult with you half-naked on top of him, begging him for something he had dreamed of since the moment he met you.
You noticed his hesitation, so you pressed yourself closer and kissed his jaw. βI need to feel you completely, Joe. Need you to fill me upββ
You hadnβt even finished talking when Joe was already standing up with you in his arms. Who was he trying to lie to? He would always give you anything you wanted. Anything.
He pressed you against the door and pulled out. His shaky hands took off the condom, throwing it to the floor, and sank back into you.Β
βHoly shit,β he whimpered, his fingers digging painfully into your thighs. βFuckβ Feels great.β
Your pussy clenched at feeling him raw for the first time, welcoming him. There was no going back after this. Now, you finally belonged to each other. Your legs wrapped against him as he accelerated his thrusts.Β
βFuck, Joe! Yes, yes!β you moaned loudly and shamelessly.Β
The door rattled behind you with each rough snap of his hips against yours. βI love you. Love you so fucking much. Moan my name again.β
You threw your head back as he buried his face against your neck. βJoe! L-love you too. Donβt s-stop, baby.β
The overwhelming feeling of your bare pussy around him was attacking all of his body. In that moment, Joe knew he never wanted to be inside anyone else ever again.
βIβve loved you ever since I met you,β he confessed. βEver since I saw you singing at that Christmas party, I knew I was ruined.β
He looked at you, pressing his forehead against yours as he kept fucking you.
βIβm so fucking ruined. Youβre it for me, Y/N. Youβre my everything,β he murmured before kissing you firmly. βMy all, my worldβ¦ Iβm never letting you go. No point in living if Iβm not loved by you.β
You were sort of taken aback by his sudden romantic words; he was usually more of a dirty talker during sex, leaving the cute poetry for his songs. But it seemed that romance was getting you closer to the edge as you clenched around him.
βYeah? Youβre obsessed with me?β you joked with a breathy moan.
βSo much,β he said without hesitation. βCanβt believe every day I wake up with the prettiest, smartest, most talented woman by my side.β
You chuckled and kissed him softly. βRub my clit, honey.β
He obeyed instantly, holding your body with an arm and finding your weakest point with his right hand. βI mean it, babe. Iβm devoted to you. You have me wrapped around your finger.β
βAnd my pussy,β you teased before biting your lip hard.
You were on the verge⦠just a tiny bit more.
βLet me come inside you,β Joe whimpered in a shaky voice. His pupils were blown in lust, looking feral and drunk. His thumb was rubbing your clit with all his might. βPleaseβ¦ I can feel you close. Need to fill you up, baby. Need to make you mineβ¦β
With just a brief nod from you, Joe gripped your hips hard and let himself come undone deep inside you. Feeling his cum painting your insides made you follow him over the edge. Your body trembled as a broken moan escaped your lips.
He kept you close as both tried to recover your breaths. You could feel each other's rapid heartbeats filling the quiet bathroom. Joe pressed gentle kisses on your neck and jaw.
βDonβt take the pill tomorrow,β he murmured.
Joe slowly kissed around your face as he kept going. βI meant everything I said. Iβm yours, and I wanna be yours forever. Donβt take it and letβs start a family. Together. Ours.β
When he pulled back and noticed your shocked face, he knew he had fucked up. Joe gulped and pulled out. He quickly pulled out his coatβs handkerchief and pressed it on your leaking pussy to avoid a mess on the floor.Β
βI, uhmβ¦ I meant that if you want to take the pill or not, itβs your choice, and Iβll be okay with whichever,β he whispered, trying to calm you or get a different reaction from you. βBut itβs your choice, okay? Didnβt mean to sound like I was pressuring you orββ
βNo, no. It didnβt feel like that at all,β you quickly reassured him.Β
βItβs justβ¦ I donβt know. I wouldnβt mind cancelling the tour to have a baby with you,β he confessed but quickly regretted it. βIβm sorry. I must be overwhelming you. I justββ
βAnd here are the nominees for Best Actress in a Television series,β was heard on the hallwayβs speakers.
The show had continued, of course, but you hadnβt paid mind to it until now.
Joe and you paled, going still for a second, before quickly rearranging your clothes.
βPlease not me, please not me,β you whispered nervously.
Joe helped you tidy your messy post-sex hair as you ran out of the bathroom. You hadnβt even taken a look at your reflection, but you were sure there was no lipstick on your lips and that your mascara had probably gotten mushy around your eyes.
βDo I look like I just got fucked?β you asked him as you ran down the last set of stairs to the main lobby.
Joe took a long glance at you and pressed his lips in a line. He lied, βNo. Justβ¦β He rubbed your under-eye nervously. βUhmβ¦β
βAnd the Golden Globe goes toβ¦βΒ
Joe and you grabbed each otherβs hands instinctively as you stood outside the doors. He had rooted for you all seasonβ¦ but now he was sort of wishing for Ayo Edebiri to win.
βFuck!β you both yelled.
Joe brushed your hair one last time before pushing you to the door. βGo, go!β
βIβm on it!β you groaned and hesitantly entered the theater.Β
There were three cameramen frantically looking for you near your table. You held the bottom of your dress up and rushed across the tables with shaky βexcuse meβs.
You waved and smiled awkwardly as a camera found you and the crowd could finally applaud. People were standing upβoh wowβand patting your back as you passed by them.
You thanked back and shook as many hands as you could until you reached the stageβs stairs. Why were they made of crystal? Ugh. You carefully climbed them, but at the last one, you stumbled.Β
Gasps filled the room. An eventβs assistant ran to your side before you could fall, but you were already covering your face from the embarrassment. Well, maybe you could blame your messy state on the almost-fall.
Jason Bateman gave you the award. βCongrats! You alright?β
You forced a smile and nodded. βYeah, thanks!β
People sat down as you finally reached the microphone. Out of habit, you brushed your hair out of your face and behind your shoulders. βOh Godβ¦ Iβm never going to the bathroom mid-show again!βΒ
Laughter ran across the place while you were internally panicking because the speech you prepared was in your purse. Time to improvise.
βThank you, Golden Globes. I know this was a hard decision since all my fellow nominees were great. And I mean that, I watched all their shows. And uhmβ¦ Yeah. Uhmβ¦ My Crashing Waves family, thank you for the support, for trusting me with this wonderful character through every season, since I was only twenty-one and inexperienced andβ¦ a nervous mess, just like I am right now!β
On your table, your showβs producer laughed along with the crowd. Right behind him, Joe was discreetly reaching his seat.
And everything made sense again.
You smiled warmly and held the award closer to your chest. βI also wanna thank my partner of almost two years, Joe.β You sighed and looked directly at him. βThis was a hard season with all the messed-up things that my character went through, and I know I wouldnβt have survived without you. You who always had pancakes and scrambled eggs ready every morning I had to go to set. You who missed many music events to be with me on set. You who helped me escape my mental monsters every night in your arms.β
Joe was looking up at you with adoration as he mouthed an βI love you.βΒ
You giggled, your eyes getting tearful. βI love you more.β There were so many things you wanted to pour out of your heart, but maybe they were for your boyfriendβs ears only.
βUhm, so yeah,β you turned back to the crowd. βThanks to everyone I didnβt mention but knows I appreciate them. Bye!β
This time, an assistant was already ready to escort you down the stairs. You held his arm and whispered, βSorry that I got you doing this too. I bet you have a lot to do already.β
He shook his head and smiled widely. βHaving you touching my arm is the highlight of my life!β
βOh!β you chuckled and patted his arm. βWant a selfie?β
After taking a picture with a few more assistants, you went back to your table. Gary, your showβs producer, hugged you tightly. βOh, my darling Y/N. Iβm so proud of you.β
You thanked everyone at the table and, finally, walked to your boyfriend. He was waiting for you with a smile and a rose. You frowned. βWhere did you get this?β
Joe placed an arm around your waist, pulled you close, and kissed your head. βStole it from a vase on the bar. The waiter said it was fine if it was for youβ¦ then she asked me if we were secretly married and I said yes just for fun.β
Your frown deepened, but you laughed and kissed him on the lips. βYouβre an idiot.β
βYour idiot,β he corrected, murmuring against your lips. He gave you the rose and stroked your cheek with his thumb. βCongrats on the award, honey. I kinda cried with your speech.β
βI had so much more prepared!β you whined and looked for the crumbled up paper on your purse. βI was gonna thank my family, your mom, my high school art teacher, every girl around the world who dreams to be an actress, and our dog.β
Joe blinked as a smile slowly formed on his face. βEvery girl who dreams to be an actress?β
βYeah! I wanted to tell them to follow their dreams and not let men step on them,β you sighed sadly. βIβll just put it in my Instagram post caption.β
Joe opened his mouth to speak, but he forgot everything when he noticed a very visible red mark below your jaw, at the left side of your neck. It hadnβt been noticeable while you were on stage due to the various spotlightsβ¦ but on camera.
You frowned at his sudden silence. βWhatβ?β
He covered the hickey with your hair and shook his head. βNothing. Justβ¦ donβt move your hair from thereβ¦ and we should probably skip the after-party.β
You paled as you slowly understood. Instinctively, you dove your hand in your purse for your phone. Joe stopped you. βDonβtβ¦ itβs been buzzing a lot and Iβm not sure if itβs because of the award.β
Joe and you sat down as people scrambled around the place to enjoy the break. βI donβt have the patience,β you admitted and unlocked your phone.
There were over a thousand mentions on Twitter, more than five hundred messages from your friends, and a single one from your manager.
Laura: IβM STERILIZING JOE TOMORROW.
Joe sighed. βDonβt enter Twitterββ You ignored him. βBabeβ¦β
He had deleted the app years before dating you, but screenshots sent from friends informed him how much people talked about you two.
Your jaw dropped at the first tweet that popped up. It had gotten over two hundred thousand likes in less than five minutes.Β
There were four attachments: one of you two on the red carpet, with Joe staring hungrily at you as you posed; another one of him grabbing your ass behind the stage while you applied your lipstick; then you two walking out of the menβs bathroom, looking incredibly messy and obvious with your dressβ straps hanging off your shoulders; and the last oneβ¦ you on the stage with a red circle drawn around your neck, signalling the hickey.
On top, the tweet read: STEVE HARRINGTON LIVING MY DREAM AGHHH @ joe_keery CAN YOU FIGHT?
a/n: jacob elordi is my husband and joe keery is my baby daddy i love them and need them to fight over me aghh anyway i wanna write a pt.2 where she is deciding between taking the pill or not... we'll see!
