#olympic!reader

“I’m glad we did this,” she hummed, leaning back against Joe’s chest.

“God, me too,” he agreed, moving to rest his chin on top of her head. His chest was relaxed, but something tugged at him. Maybe it was his guilt, that he almost ruined such perfection. Maybe it was shame, that he’d even let their relationship come to a dangerous cliff.

“I love you,” Joe hummed, dipping his head again to kiss her neck. The sensation made her shiver, as it always did.

“I love you, too, Joey,” she replied, letting the golden hues of the sunset kiss her skin, the cooler weather of the mountains rolling over her body. Joe kept his chin on her shoulder, watching as the sun illuminated her eyelashes, her beautiful eyes catching the rays. God she was beautiful; a goddess worthy of worship.

“Let me show you,” he suggested, kissing her neck again. At first she was confused. Show her what? She turned around in his hold, her eyes catching his. His skin was sun kissed, his blue eyes sparkling under the harsh, evening sun.

“Show me what?”

“Show you how much I love you,” he grinned. He swept her up in his arms, a giggle escaping her lips. She looped her arms around his neck, letting him carry her back into the cabin. The warmth of the cabin rolled over their skin, it covered them like a blanket.

Joe carried her into the master bedroom, setting her down on the bed. He crawled overtop of her, kissing her sweetly on the lips. His body settled against hers, his hands intertwining with hers. His heart ached for her; she was the life that kept his heart pumping.

To think he almost lost her.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered once he pulled away. He brushed a piece of her hair from her face, his nose brushing against hers.

“Baby,” she shushed, cupping his face in her hands. His blue eyes were swimming with his sorrow, the guilt he held deep within his chest. He didn’t need to apologize again, he didn’t need to do anything. Things have been a bit better since they agreed to talk things out.

“I know I’ve said it,” he told her, “but it doesn’t erase what I’ve said, what I almost lost,”

“Hey,” she brought his face down, tilting her head to slot her lips against his, “you’ll never lose me. One bad fight isn’t going to scare me,”

“That’s what I love about you,” Joe hummed, his chest tugging with his adoration, “you’re a fighter, always have been, and I’m so damn lucky to be the one you fight for.”

She smiled, kissing him sweetly again. There was a difference in how he kissed her back, a certain hunger, a need to prove the merit of his words. Joe moved his lips to trace a vein in her neck, his hands moving to slide under her shirt. He tugged her shirt over her head, his lips tasting every bit of skin he could.

“I love you,” Joe murmured against her cleavage, “every damn part of you,”

Her eyes fluttered, one of her hands threading through his curls. His kisses were gentle, they were proving a point. He was kissing every inch, every piece of visible skin he could. She was his muse, his lifeline. She was the one he’d always come back home to.

His fingers gently tugged down her leggings, peeling them from her hips. Joe kissed down her stomach, the hardness of her abs under his plush lips. Her breath hitched, her fingers stuttering in his hair.

“Joey,” she whispered, his hands moving to peel her panties from her hips. His lips attached to the inside of her thighs, kissing up her vein.

“Yeah?” he asked, kissing the inside of her thigh, closer to where her leg connected to her pelvis.

“Don’t stop,”

“I won’t, baby, I promise,” Joe whispered. He could smell her arousal, the sweetness of the musk that emanated from her. He could see how wet she was, how her pussy throbbed for him.

Only him.

It’s mesmerizing. His tongue slowly traces her folds, his face buried into the wetness of her pussy. Soft, squelching sounds echo with each dive of his lips, with every trace of his tongue. He’s drunk; her taste an alcohol that burned through his veins. Joe’s eyes could barely stay open, his eyes fluttering as his lips kissed and sucked at her wetness.

And she watched. She watched every move through hooded eyes. She was propped up on her elbows, soft, strangled moans leaving her lips as she watched Joe make-out with her pussy. His hands held her thighs open, his nose kissing her clit with every movement of his lips. His face was lathered with her arousal, and when his eyes finally were able to meet hers, they were glossy with pleasure. He slid his eyes closed, pushing his nose into the tip of her clit. She arched her back, one of her hands threading through the curls on top of his head.

He knew how to taste her. He knew it well.

Her moans are melodies to his ears. Every soundshe made was muffled, but it managed to make his cock twitch in his boxers. Her taste did that alone.

His tongue swirled around her slit, the warmth of new arousal making him groan. He slid his hands to the inner parts of her thighs, his thumbs spreading her open.

“Joe,” she whispered, a desperate, sinful plea. Joe’s tongue circled her clit in slow, painful motions. She whimpered, her breath shuddering as he pushed her inches closer to her orgasm.

Joe slid a thumb up her folds, collecting her slick on his pads. He sucked at her clit, his eyes still closed, his nose pressed against her pussy. He was filled with her. His throat was coated with her slick, his nostrils burned with the scent of her pussy. It’s all he’s ever wanted.

To be full of her.

He slid two fingers into her, hooking them up to hit the plush, sweet spot behind her clit. She wanted to watch, so badly, but with how his tongue and his fingers worked, she couldn’t.

Her back hit the bed, arching into a rainbow as his fingers slowly fucked her. He lapped at her clit, his fingers intermittently sliding up the pattern of her folds. He knew what he was doing. He always did.

Joe didn’t speak. He was too drunk on her taste to be able to form any coherent words. He knew she was on the edge, though. Her pussy clenched around his fingers, her skin twitched, not to mention the sweet, lustful sounds that spilled from her lips. He flicked his tongue at her swollen bud, her whimpers signaling him that she was on her last thread.

Her orgasm rolled over her in soft, powerful waves. She gasped, her back arching as her orgasm came, as Joe’s tongue lapped up the hot, sticky fluid that slid out of her pussy. She tasted so sweet, so fucking hot that he nearly came in his boxers.

Joe licked a stripe up her pussy, his eyes peeling open. He watched as her chest heaved, as her stomach stuttered with the force of her release. Strings of cum fell from his tongue as he pulled away, and he kissed her clit one more time before parting from her.

“Taste so good,” Joe rasped, wiping his lips with hit thumb. He kissed her, his fingers interlacing with hers. She moaned, overwhelmed with the musk of her arousal. His nose was damp, wet with her slick. She could feel it transfer to her cheek as his lips moved against hers in slurred, sloppy kisses.

Joe’s hips grind against hers, the bulge of his boxers pressing against her pussy. She moaned, her back arching into his chest. The friction, the sweetness of the promise of what’s to come, it frayed her nerves. Her breath shuddered, her hands holding onto his biceps.

“Want me to fuck you, pretty girl?” Joe rasped against her neck, his teeth tugging at her skin. The sting doesn’t last long; it’s soon replaced by an aching pleasure.

“Yes,” she breathed, her pussy throbbing as he continued to grind his hips against hers. His cock twitched, the precum at his tip hot as it dripped down his shaft. Joe shed off his boxers in one movement, flinging them to the floor.

“Beg for it,” Joe growled, grinding his bare cock against her pussy. She whined, the electricity that came from his slow, dragging movements making her thighs shake. Her pussy clenched and unclenched, pulsing with the need to have him in her.

“Joey,” she whispered, her hips involuntarily bucking against his, “please, baby, I want you to fuck me, please, I need it,”

“Atta girl,” Joe murmured against her skin. He sat up, his torso looming over her. One hand grabbed ahold of his cock, pushing the head against her folds. The velvet of her pussy against the sensitive head of his cock made Joe’s head spin. He groaned, and eventually he slid himself into her.

“Holy fuckin’ shit,” Joe gasped, his hands gripping her hips. His eyes were glued to her, watching as her eyes rolled into the back of her head. His chest heaved, her gummy walls pulsing around him.

His hips flexed, starting with easy, slow thrusts. The sweetness of the friction, how he joined their bodies in sweet harmony made his heart race. His hands held her hips, keeping his movements steady. He wanted her to feel every single inch, every electrical shock from his movements.

And she did. He bottomed out in her, every inch of himself buried deep inside her pussy that she shuddered. He filled every crevice, created a burn so good that she held her breath. Her fingers grasped his forearms, digging into the muscle there.

“Joe,” she whispered, the single plea of his name echoing in the dim, cool room of their airbnb. Joe slid his hands up her body, grabbing her hands and pinning them to the bed. He body laid on hers, pressing against her as his hips continued to thrust.

“I’ve got you, baby,” he hummed, his fingers interlacing with hers. He kissed her jaw, and ever so slightly he picked up the pace. She gasped, her back arching with every thrust of his cock, with every itch he scratched.

The room was quiet, all except for the sinful breaths and groans that elicited from the two lovers in the sheets. Their bodies moved together, the headboard creaking with their movements. Her arms wrapped around his neck, keeping him close, making sure he didn’t get away.

“Baby,” she moaned, his quickened pace stretching her, burning her insides so blissfully she couldn’t think straight. She had a million things she wanted to say, a million apologies and whispered declarations of love. But his steady, even movements made it hard for words to form on her tongue.

“I know, sweet girl,” Joe groaned against her neck. His nose was pressed against her pulse point, his lips ghosting over her skin. His body was on fire, his thrusts slowly quickening with every passing second. His guilt, his overwhelming love for the woman under him drove him.

He loved her. Endlessly. He’d spend the rest of his life showing her. He’d promise to never argue like they had previously. Ever again.

She whimpered, her noises echoing off of the bedroom walls. Her head flattened against the pillow, Joe’s cock kissing her cervix in faster, deeper movements. It was filling, it was blissfully smooth. Her body pulsed around him, shuddering as the pressure of an orgasm kissed her clit.

“Joey,” she moaned, her body tightening under his. Joe felt the same blossoming pleasure in his gut, the way his cock twitched inside of her, the way his hips met hers in a faster pace. He wanted to bring them both to that place of bliss, to mutual satisfaction.

His fingers tightened against hers, pressing them deeper into the mattress. His mind was filled with her, with her body and her sounds. Not just physical things, but emotional as well. The way she held him, the way she always knew how to make him laugh. She knew him, and God if he didn’t worship her solely for that.

“Baby,” he groaned into her neck, his lips warm against her skin. Every ounce of adoration, of apologetic bliss he poured into her. With every thrust, every blissful clench of her pussy around his cock, he felt himself twitch.

They didn’t plan on it, they don’t ever do, but they came at the same time. Joe filled her with his cum, and she felt her orgasm wash over her in rolling, warm waves. The cocktail of both of their releases mixing together in her body made her shiver. It was warm, inviting, and she’d do it again and again.

Joe panted into her neck, slowing his pace. His brow was creased, his body twitching with the remnants of his orgasm. His mind was a haze, filled with the connection that both of them shared. Two people that needed time away, that needed days to themselves.

Her arms stayed wrapped around his body, her fingers tracing the indent of his spine. Joe hummed into her neck, his face buried against her skin. Her scent, sweet and warm, smoothed over the frayed nerves of his body.

“I never want to fight like that again,” Joe murmured into her neck, “I know it was months ago, but I don’t ever want to fight like that,”

She agreed. She and Joe had not ever fought like that. The biting words, the angry and tense expressions, even the silence that spread between them deteriorated her soul. She kissed the side of his head, taking a steady, deep breath.

“Then let’s make a promise,” she hummed softly, “that we communicate, that we don’t fill our plates with other things so much that we don’t have time for each other,”

“I promise,” Joe hummed, sliding his hands down to cup her face in his hands. His eyes bore into hers, soft and gentle. Her skin was warm, flushed with their lovemaking. Joe didn’t want to feel like he was losing her. It scared him. It worried him.

“I promise that you, my love, my priority. Not football, nothing else. You will always be my favorite,” Joe continued, his words laced with warm intimacy. She brought her lips to his, as if to seal his promise in love.

“And I promise,” she whispered, “that no matter how hard track is, no matter how long the days are, you will always be the person I come home to,”

Their whispered words of covenant, of a vow that could not be broken weighed in the air. Joe kissed her with passion, sealing their promise. He rolled them over, her body pressing against his. Having her like this, bare and vulnerable, was a privilege. She was his, all and completely his.