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18+

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I hope you all enjoy.

All Of My Works Are With Black Female Reader.

OneShots

• Submission Hold

• Clingy

• Game Over

• No Breaks Baby

• Say It Like You Mean It

• From The Club To The Floor

• First Taste

• One Gift No Wrapping

• Act Right

• Behave Yourself (Or Don’t)

• Careful

• Late Night Calls

• Birthday Behavior: Part 1, Part 2

• Can You Handle It

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Out of Bounds

Modern AU Elijah “Smoke” Moore x Black!Reader

“Y’know her uncle gon’ kill you, right?” Stack dragged the words out teasingly, but the warning was real. “You betta keep yo hand out that cookie jar, bruh. I’m f'real. That man don’t play about that girl.”

At this, Smoke shot Stack a warning glare that said leave it be.

“Ain’t nobody thinkin’ ‘bout that ‘lil girl.”

“She don’t look so little to me.”

SYNOPSIS: Smoke meets his best friend’s niece and is deeply infatuated from jump. Problem is— reader is strictly off limits.

CONTENT: fluff, FILTHY smut, 18+, unprotected sex, 12-year age gap (38 and 26), use of n-word, some praising degradation, light choking if you squint?, lots of descriptive dirty talk, descriptions of female anatomy, super sweet aftercare, it's just nasty y'all idk

Song Inspo: The Need To Know x Wale & SZA

Word Count: 8,597

Author's note: Disclaimer, reader is 26. She is a grown ass woman. This is my first papa Smoke fic, I hope y'all love it 😝 very lightly proof read sorry in advance for mistakes 😬

Smoke had known about you for years. Every time your uncle, Malcolm, talked about you, he used that distinct overprotective tone he got whenever he was talking about business or something important to him. 

“My niece doin’ real good in school.”

“I gotta go check on my niece this weekend.”

Or, when he thought one of his homeboys was asking about you just a little too much.

“Keep playin’ with my niece nigga, I’ma put you in the ICU.” 

And shortly thereafter, the man’s questions came to a cold stop.

The way he talked about you always made Smoke think you were very young for some reason. Maybe early twenties at most, somebody still figuring life out. Your uncle was deeply protective over his family, and only people who he really trusted ever got to come around them. 

When your uncle finally said, “Come by for dinner Sunday, I want you to meet her.” Smoke expected a kid. He was 38 himself, so anyone younger than 25 was a youngin to him. You can imagine his surprise when he actually met you.

That Sunday, you opened the door looking every bit of 26. You were grown and confident. Soft brown skin, a real pretty face, the kind of natural beauty that stood out in a room. You had a place of your own and a solid career with room for growth. Quickly, Smoke gathered that you were extremely intelligent. When you’d smiled at him and extended your hand to him without a trace of insecurity or shyness, something in Smoke’s chest did a two-step. And that was not something that happened often.

“So…you’re the famous niece I keep hearin’ about?” He asked, voice carefully neutral. He held on to your hand for a few seconds longer than necessary without noticing it. Then you laughed. It was soft and warm, completely unguarded.

“So I’ve been told… hopefully all good things.” 

Your uncle always spoke about you highly. In fact, now that Smoke was thinking about it— the man had never said anything negative about you at all. You were the apple of his eye. But he hadn’t said anything that prepared him for the woman standing in front of him now.

All throughout dinner Smoke couldn’t stop himself from staring. The way you talked real soft and annunciated every word. The way you listened intensely to understand before responding, all of it was so intriguing to him. He even found himself chuckling at the sharp little comments you made when joning on your uncle. You were not a kid. You were a grown woman who happened to be the most important person in his best friend’s life. The realization sat wrong and heavy in Smoke’s gut for the rest of the night.

He left early.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

The next week, your uncle called Smoke on Saturday morning like he had nothing better to do.

“Come help me mount this t.v. real quick. Niece already over there waitin’ on us.” 

At being volun-told at 9 a.m., Smoke nearly told Marcus where he could go and hung up before he was reminded of that nagging feeling it had. It was the kind of feeling you get when you’re about to get to the good part of a book and you’re forced to put it down. That was the feeling Smoke had been having ever since he left Sunday dinner early. Instead of declining, Smoke heard himself saying he would be there in 40.

By the time Smoke pulled up, your front door was open, and your voice was pouring through it, loud and bossy. Nothing like the soft-spoken woman he’d met just a week ago. 

“Uh-uh, make sure you got that side good! I don’t need my walls scraped up ‘cause you rushin’.”

When Smoke stepped through the threshold, you were barefoot in the living room, hair pulled away from your face and wearing little gray shorts and a white tank top. Every time you took a step, your hips rolled sensually and your breasts bounced slightly, nipples poking through the thin fabric. You were gesturing and pointing around your living room like you were directing an orchestra. 

“If y’all put it on that side the glare from the sun gon’ mess up the picture. I’m tellin’ you, it’s gotta go on this side.” Your uncle shook his head, half annoyed, half amused at his little niece bossing up. 

“You hear this? Just grown as she wanna be.”

Smoke set his keys down quietly and you turned at the sound. The smile you gave him was so easy and endearing that he found himself returning a small one and giving you a nod. And Smoke did not smile often, if at all.

“Perfect timing, Smoke. My uncle thinks he know better than the person that actually lives here.” 

“Know enough to know you too bossy for your own good.” He grumbled, shifting the stand to your requested side of the living room. Your laugh filled the room, and you dropped down, legs crossed, to start taking apart the old stand. The little shorts you wore rode up high on your thighs and your skin looked warm and smooth under the morning light. 

The next hour was quiet torture for Smoke.

Every time you bent forward to hand your uncle or Smoke a tool, the tank top pulled taught across your breasts and rose slightly, exposing the soft skin of your tummy. When you sat back and huffed in frustration while you tried to make sense of the instructions, Smoke watched the way you pushed stray pieces of your messy bun out of your face. And whenever you teased your uncle— “If it’s lopsided, I’m givin’ you a bad review on your uncle skills”— your voice remained light, teasing, never crossing any lines. Just comfortable and familiar. 

She don’t even know what she doin’ to me. Just sittin’ there laughin’, talkin’ all soft, lookin’ innocent… and I’m over here fightin’ for my life.

He barely spoke. Smoke kept his eyes on his work like that was the only thing keeping his mind from wandering. Still, his gaze kept drifting over to you. He watched the way your hips spread wide when you sat back on your heels and the way your small, manicured hands moved dramatically while you spoke. He tutted to himself quietly, so damn cute.

At one point you looked over at him and raised an eyebrow. The mischievous smile on your lips let him know you were about to get on him.

“You don’t talk much, huh?”

“Say what I need to. Just tryna make sure this thing don’t fall on nobody.” He replied simply, eyes flicking up to yours and staying there for a moment before drifting down to the soft curve of your mouth. His thoughts betrayed him,

You a damn lie. You thinkin’ ‘bout how soft them thighs look. What they’d look like wrapped around your head...Stop.

You hummed in acknowledgment, but you never looked away. The knowing look stayed in your eyes a second too long, and Smoke noticed.

When the stand was finally up and the tv was mounted, your uncle patted Smoke on the back and headed into the kitchen for water. You stayed in the living room, sitting on the floor with your legs stretched out while you scrolled on your phone. 

The house started to feel too quiet with just the two of you, so Smoke grabbed his keys before he said anything stupid. 

“I’ma head out”

You looked up from your phone with a small frown. 

“Already? We were just about to go out to get somethin’ to eat.”

Smoke wanted to stay. He really did. But he didn’t trust himself. So, he politely declined and said goodbye to your uncle. He gave you— and those pretty brown thighs— one more glance before he headed out and closed the door behind him. 

Later that night Smoke’s place was silent. Nothing but the soft hum of the air conditioner and the occasional creak or groan from the house settling. Smoke laid in the middle of his bed, staring at nothing in particular. He sighed in frustration and rubbed his hands down his face. He was replaying the day’s events and desperately trying to scrub the image of you from his memory to no avail. This was evident in the dull, persistent throb between his legs that he’d been trying to ignore ever since he saw you in those little shorts.

That’s his niece. Closest thing he got to a daughter. You sittin’ over here hard over a girl you ain’t even supposed to be lookin’ at. Get it the fuck together.

He sat like that for a long while before he willed himself to sleep.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

Some days later, your uncle was having a cookout. The guys were playing Spades, so he told Smoke to come by. The gathering was in full swing by the time Smoke got there. Smooth R&B wrapped around the yard and the smell of charcoal and grilled meat was thick in the air. He spotted you before anyone else. You were sitting on the edge of a picnic table wearing denim shorts and a strapless top, legs swinging and a drink in hand, talking to some of your girlfriends. 

Smoke grabbed a drink and planted himself near the fence. Close enough to the traffic of the party to be polite, but far enough to keep to himself. 

Maybe it was a habit from his time being enlisted in the army, or just a habit from growing up where he did, but Smoke noticed everything and everyone. And that was why he noticed the exact moment that you caught the attention of a guy from the neighborhood. He was early 40’s, nice enough looking, but way too comfortable. Smoke watched the man’s ego draw his shoulders back in confidence before he made his way over to you. First it was “lemme get you another drink”. Then it was him hovering awkwardly just behind your shoulder while you spoke to your friends.

Smoke watched, jaw tight and plastic cup starting to give under the force of his clenching fingers. He knew he had no right to feel possessive over a woman he barely knew, but he had no say in the matter. His eyes stayed glued, making sure the man didn’t cross any overt boundaries. Your uncle saw it too. 

At first, Uncle Malcolm didn’t say anything. Just kept flipping meat, listening to the conversation around him. Every few moments, his looked over with a calm measuring look, one that surely meant he was letting a man dig his own hole. Smoke recognized the look quickly. It was the same look your uncle had given their friend who kept asking about you before he had threatened to put him in the ICU.

Then, you reflexively flinched and stepped away when the man got just a little too close from behind and his breath brushed your ear. Smoke was already moving before his brain caught up, but he was stopped by your uncle planting a firm hand on his chest.

“I got it Smoke, good lookin’ out.” 

Smoke forced himself to be still as he watched the scene unfold in front of him. Your uncle made his way over to you in three quick steps. He didn’t raise his voice or make a scene. He simply stepped between you and the man so smoothly that it almost looked friendly. 

“You gettin’ too close for my niece’s liking.”

“Oh, my bad man. I just—”

“You was just keepin’ yo hands to yo self, right?” Then your uncle looked over at you with a look that silently said, “you good?”. You nodded, already waving it off with a small smile. The man had no idea how lucky he had just gotten. You’d called your uncle off and spared the man two missing teeth. He nodded once simply and walked back to the grill like nothing had happened. The man took the hint. Visibly shaken he wandered over to the cooler for a drink. Malcolm picked up the tongs and resumed grilling, unphased. Smoke saw all of it and realized quickly that could be him.

He saw the way your uncle’s expression had become flat and cold and how fast he’d delivered the message. No yelling or scene, just quiet authority and the willingness to cause serious harm. These were traits that he himself possessed, and it was one of the reasons he had taken such a liking to your uncle. After all, birds of a feather flocked together. Smoke understood with perfect clarity that if that energy ever turned on him, there would be no explaining or second chances. 

Later, when you walked past him on the way to the cooler, your ass subtly brushed his groin. It was a brief touch and gone in a second. Smoke couldn’t figure out if it was intentional or not, that was until you looked up at him and gave him a small smile. He kept his eyes on the fence for the rest of the afternoon and didn’t look at you again. Didn’t trust himself to.

You better stay the fuck away from that girl. For real this time.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

Later that evening, the fight was on the big screen in your uncle’s living room. The whole house smelled like wings and the blunt that was in rotation. Your uncle was in his usual spot, reclined back. Stack was in the kitchen making a plate, and Smoke sat on one end of the long couch, quiet like he always was— and far away from you. You and your girlfriend were spread out on the floor, chattering away about something that had nothing to do with the fight.

Somewhere around the third round, Smoke dropped his phone and it slid under the coffee table.

“I’ll get it.”

You were already moving before anyone else could. You leaned forward, then dropped lower on your hands and knees to be able to reach it. The little shorts you had on pulled tight across your ass with the movement and the fabric rode up the backs of your thighs. Soft, brown skin caught the dim glow of the t.v. As you stretched further, the hem of your shorts crept higher until the lower curve of each cheek was exposed and the soft skin of your inner thighs spread a little. Smoke was frozen in place. The view hit him right between the legs with a low pulsing throb.

All he could see was that same position— except with you bent over for real. Shorts pushed to the side, back arched and thighs open. He imagined himself behind you with one hand fisted in your hair and the other gripping your hip as he sank into you slow and deep. He could almost hear the sound you’d make if he went just a little too deep too fast. He wondered if you would give him a soft, cracked moan or a high and shaky whine when he bottomed out and stayed there. His dick twitched hard in his jeans, and he shifted in his seat trying to ignore it. For a long second he couldn’t tear his eyes away from the way your soft thighs looked spread open like that.

Stack’s voice cut straight through the fantasy, sharp like a blade and low and close to his ear.

“Nigga.”

Smoke blinked hard and looked away quickly as heat spread across the back of his neck. You sat up just a second later, phone in hand. You held it out to him with a smile. He made sure not to touch you unnecessarily as he took it from you. He offered a gruff, “preciate it” before turning his attention right back to the fight. 

But he was caught. Stack was still watching the scene play out, and he was totally amused. Somebody had finally tickled Smoke’s fancy. It wasn’t often that someone piqued his interest to the point where he gawked like that. A wicked grin was already making its way across his brother’s face. He waited until you had settled back into your spot and no one was watching before he spoke again.

“You realll quiet tonight, cat got yo tongue?”

Smoke’s jaw tensed and he avoided his twin's eye contact, keeping his eyes trained on the television. He already knew from the tone in his voice, he was gonna start his shit.

“I’m always quiet, ‘Lias.”

“Nah,” Stack kept his voice low and nudged his brother with his elbow, still grinning. “This different. This the type of quiet a man get when he lookin’ at somethin’ he ain’t got no business tendin’ to.” 

Smoke didn’t answer this time. He just took a slow sip of his beer. Stack chuckled quietly and shook his head.

“Y’know her uncle gon’ kill you, right?” He dragged the words out teasingly, but the warning was real. “You betta keep yo hand out that cookie jar, bruh. I’m f'real. That man don’t play about that girl.”

At this, Smoke shot Stack a warning glare that said leave it be.

“Ain’t nobody thinkin’ ‘bout that ‘lil girl.”

“She don’t look so little to me.” Stack chuckled again but raised his hands in defense when Smoke’s head snapped toward him, hot defensiveness bubbling to the surface. “Aight, I’ma leave it. Just don’t come cryin’ to me when her uncle want yo head on a silver platter. I warned you.”

Smoke didn’t answer. But for the rest of the night his brother’s words sat heavy in his chest— and so did the image of you bent over under that table.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

Once night settled and everyone left, you and your best friend were sitting in your car outside your place. She turned the music down and turned to you fully, lifting a leg and tucking it under herself like she always did when she got ready to gossip. 

“Girl.”

You raised an eyebrow, ready to hear whatever off the wall thing she was gonna tell you.

“What?”

“You don’t see how your uncle’s friend been lookin’ at you?” Your eyebrows knitted in confusion; you had no idea what she was talking about. 

“Who? Smoke or Stack?”

“Smoke girl, the real quiet one, quit playin’!” You rolled your eyes immediately and laughed out loud.

“Smoke? Girl, that man is grown as hell. He ain’t lookin’ at me. Have you seen some of the girls that work in his club? It’s big booty central up in there.” Your friend was already shaking her head fervently.

“Uh-uh.  No. He was watchin’ that ass switch the whole time you was bent over gettin’ his phone. I saw him. He was lookin’ at you like he wanted to bend you over his damn self.”

The laugh died in your throat and your joking demeanor faded when you realized she was serious. 

“I’m f’real, girl. That man wants you. Bad. And he lookin’ at you like he knows he ain’t supposed to.”

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

It was a regular Thursday and Smoke was just finishing up some business at the club when his phone rang. He answered without looking but the voice that came through the receiver stopped him cold in his tracks. 

“Hey… you busy?” You asked sheepishly. 

“What’s wrong?” he asked, thinking it must be something serious for you to have called him.

“Nothin’ serious. I just… the smoke detector has been beeping all day and it’s driving me nuts. I’m trying to do something for work, and it keeps distracting me. I got the batteries, but I can’t reach the damn thing.” 

Something about the tinge of frustration in your voice and the fact that you called him—not your uncle or one of your little friends, him— tugged at his heart strings. It wasn’t just attraction this time. Now, it was the quiet, unexpected weight of being needed by you. He couldn’t put a name to it, but it sat warm and dangerous in his chest like a badge of honor.

Smoke drummed his fingers against his steering wheel, trying to talk himself out of going over to your place. When he couldn’t think of a reason good enough to turn you down, he turned the engine and headed toward your place. 

Twenty-five minutes later he was knocking on your door, ladder in hand and ready to rescue you. The door opened and there you were, wearing a little spaghetti-strap bodycon dress that hugged all your curves just right and fell gracefully around your ankles, toes perfectly manicured. Bare feet, hair pulled up messily, no makeup. So simple but it landed heavy on Smoke. His eyes dragged over exposed shoulders and down to your hips. The hungry look he gave you made your tummy flip as you stepped to the side to let him in. He couldn’t help but think how pretty a chain with his name on it would look resting against your collar bones.

“Hey,” You exhaled. “Thanks so much for coming. I feel so dumb for calling, but it’s too high up for me. I cannot have this thing beeping incessantly in the back of my conference calls.” 

Smoke chuckled to himself quietly at your use of the word “incessant”. You could’ve just said non-stop, but you always found a way to make the simplest thing sound extraordinary. 

“It’s nothin’. I got it.” He stepped inside and instantly felt comfortable as the smell of your apartment invaded his senses. It smelled like your usual candle and whatever dessert you must have been baking. Too intimate and a little too quiet. 

You led him to your bedroom and pointed up at the fixture like it had personally offended you. Smoke opened his small ladder and climbed up. You left him alone and wandered into the kitchen. He had the batteries changed within 5 minutes, simple and easy. When he stepped down, he finally looked around. Your bed was half made like you’d pulled the sheets up in a hurry and you had a purple duvet on it. 

Damn, that’s a lot of pillows.

He thought to himself. On your dresser was a framed photo of you and your best friend, the girl he’d met on fight night. Smoke drifted closer when he noticed you had books lining your nightstand. Some of them were philosophical, titles he recognized. Others looked like dystopian novels that were half finished, indicated by random bookmarks. 

He was turning to leave when his eyes landed on it. Strewn near one of your pillows was a rose toy. Smoke swallowed hard. It was clear that you hadn’t noticed it— and that it had recently been in use. Smoke stood frozen for a moment, his thoughts betraying him. 

Instantly, a mirage appeared of you in the center of the bed, thighs spread wide and one hand between them. He pictured your pretty mouth falling open on broken moans as you arched your back and rolled your hips closer to your hand. A violent stir in Smoke’s pants snapped him out of his daydream. He shook his head as if he was trying to clear the filthy thoughts before folding his ladder and quickly exiting the room.

When he made his way back to the kitchen to tell you the job was done, you were standing near the counter scrolling on your phone. Sitting on the island in front of an empty stool was a thick slice of chocolate cake and a tall glass of ice water. You looked up and met his eyes when he entered the room. Your face lit up as you gestured to the plate.

“I just frosted it. It’s still a little warm, try it and let me know how it is? It’s a new recipe.”

Smoke couldn’t bring himself to decline. One because you just looked so damn cute with that little pleased smile on your face, and two because he’d been smelling that cake since he walked through the door. He hesitated just long enough for you to take it as a yes. You rounded the counter and patted the stool.

Smoke sat his ladder down and slowly made his way over to you. He lifted his eyebrows in surprise when he looked down at the plate.

“That’s a big ass slice of cake. You gon’ share it with me?” he asked, silently walking over to the kitchen sink to wash his hands.

“Only if you insist.” You said excitedly, pulling a second spoon from your kitchen drawer. Smoke sat down at the counter and watched with amusement as you pulled out the spoon and some napkins. 

“So, you always this quiet or just don’t like talkin’ to me?” you asked as you settled across from him. Smoke’s fingers brushed yours as he took the spoon from you.

“I’m quiet with everybody.” He waited for you to take the first bite and found himself feeling warm and fuzzy when your eyes got wide and rolled back slightly. He followed suit and damn near had the same reaction. It was delicious. 

“Damn girl. ‘Sholl can bake.” He murmured, glancing up at you.

“Mhm.” You tilted your head in satisfaction. “My uncle talks about you like you some sort of legend. Said y’all have known each other since you were young. You always been the quiet one?” A ghost of a smile touched Smoke’s lips.

“Yeah.” He said simply.

“That’s crazy” you leaned over and took another bite of cake. “I feel like I’ve heard so much about you but I really don’t know you. You got brothers? Sisters? What you be doin’ when you not with my uncle or gettin’ drafted into smoke detector duty?”

Most people didn’t ask him questions like this. Usually, they would take one look at the unsmiling, silent— and subtly threatening— way he carried himself, and decided that he wasn’t the type you played 21 questions with. But you didn’t seem to notice, or if you did, you didn’t care. You kept going, small and fearless, like he was any regular man and not somebody half the city treaded easily around. Smoke found himself amused instead of annoyed by the tirade of questions. He never realized you talked so much.

“I got a brother. My twin, you met him.”

You hummed in agreement as you remembered. 

“He’s loud.”

That, Smoke couldn’t deny. He nodded in agreement.

“Y’all so different. He talks enough for the both of y’all”

So do you Smoke thought to himself.

“You got a girl? You be goin’ out or is the club just business? What’s your favorite food? Do you even like cake, or you one of them “I don’t really do sweets” niggas?”

The last question pulled a real, low chuckle from him before he could stop it. The sound pleasantly surprised you and your eyes lit up with amusement. 

“Ohhhh” you pointed with the spoon with a smirk. “So, he does smile.”

Smoke looked away but the corner of his mouth was still tilted upward. The smile wasn’t anything like Stack’s cocky, arrogant grin. It was quieter. Warmer. It made him look younger and softened the lines of his face in a way that made something flutter low in your stomach. He was sexy in a genuine and rare way.

He answered your questions in the order you’d asked them— all except if he was currently seeing anyone. You were still in the middle of talking and making nosey, yet funny, observations about Smoke when a smear of frosting ended up just under your bottom lip. Smoke didn’t think before he acted. He reached out and brushed his thumb under your lip, wiping the frosting away. The contact was light but intimate. You went totally still when he brought the thumb to his own lips and licked the sweetness off. 

Your eyes dropped to lips, and his dropped to yours. Suddenly the air in the room felt thicker and you were much more aware of the scent of his cologne. And for one dangerous, dangerous second, he almost leaned in and closed the little bit of space between the two of you.

Then, the reality of his best friend— your uncle— slammed back into him like a door shutting. Smoke straightened up quickly and reached for his keys. 

“I should go. Thank you for the cake, and the hospitality.”

Your voice was quieter than intended when it came out.

“You don’t have to—”

“I do.” He was already moving toward the door before you could protest again. “I got the batteries changed. You should be good to go now.” He didn’t wait for you to walk him out. In fact, he left your place like something was chasing him.

For a full minute, Smoke sat in his truck with his hands tight on the wheel. He could still taste the frosting, and he could still see the way you’d looked at him. 

And— he could still envision you in the center of your bed, head lolled back in ecstasy as you touched yourself. 

Smoke pulled off so fast he nearly hit your trash can on his way out.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

The next time Smoke found himself at your place, it was because your uncle insisted on checking on you on their way back from handling some business at the club. 

“Swing by my niece spot real quick. I ain’t seen her in a couple days and I wanna check on her. Said she got plates ready for us too.”

Smoke’s hands tightened on the wheel but still, he gave a short nod and turned to make the familiar journey to your place. You opened the door, this time in little shorts and an oversized shirt that was falling off one of your shoulders. You smiled brightly at your uncle as you stepped aside to let him in. The one you gave Smoke was subtler, more private and holding the memory of your last encounter with him.

“I was just about to put on this new movie I rented, come on in.”

Your uncle kissed the top of your head as he walked past and started making himself at home. Smoke followed behind, slower. You made both their plates and made small talk as you served them. Of course, they tore it up in little time. After, it had turned into a movie night without anyone really deciding. 

You took one end of the couch, and Smoke took the other, careful to leave a respectable amount between the two of you. The movie played and flickered soft shadows over the living room. Within twenty minutes of it starting, your uncle was out like a light. 

Smoke kept trying not to look at you and failing. Every few minutes, his eyes drifted over to you. He watched the way you bit down on your bottom lip in anticipation before a jump scare came up. How your legs were crossed, accentuating the fullness of your hips. And every time he caught himself, he forced his gaze back to the t.v. 

Your uncle’s phone ringing disturbed the quiet. He jerked awake and fumbled around for it before answering with a rough voice. Whatever he heard on the other end made him sit up straighter, voice dropping into a sultry register. Most likely one of his many girlfriends.

“Aight, I’m on the way.” He stood, still half asleep and looked over at Smoke. “Can I borrow your car right quick? I gotta go see about something. I’ll bring it back when I’m done.”

Smoke’s stomach dropped. He should have said no or offered to just take your uncle himself. He should have made any excuse to keep him from being left alone with you for an indeterminate amount of time. But instead, he found himself handing over his keys. Your uncle clapped him on the shoulder and thanked him before heading out. 

“Preciate it. Look out for my niece, I’ll be back.”

The door shut behind him and the lock clicked, and suddenly Smoke had a feeling that he may have just made a terribly risky decision.

The movie played for another twenty minutes, and he stayed on his side of the couch, eyes locked on the t.v. like it was the only safe thing to look at. After a while you shifted and stretched your legs, and the soft side of your foot brushed his calf. It was a light touch, but it still sent a tingle up his leg.

“You good over there?”

“Yeah… just tryna understand this movie, I’m lost.” You smiled at him as if you heard more than he’d actually said. 

When the credits started rolling, you both reached for the remote at the same time. Your hands brushed, and instead of pulling away, Smoke slowly turned his palm upward. Waiting. You trailed your fingertips over it and his gaze stayed on your face the whole time. When you finally locked eyes with him, you were the one who leaned in.

The kiss started off hungry without testing or careful exploration. Just your mouth on his, soft and real sure. It was the type of kiss you could tell you’d both been thinking about.

A low sound rumbled from Smoke’s chest and he kissed back harder, one hand already sliding up to the back of your neck. Before he knew it, you were climbing into his lap, backs of your thighs bracketing his like you were meant to be there. He could already feel the heat coming from you through your shorts. He broke the kiss first, chest heaving.

“Yo uncle gon’ kill me and smile in the mugshot, girl. You know he don’t want nobody sniffin’ ‘round you… especially not his best friend who’s the same age as him.”

Your expression was unchanged, and you didn’t get off him. You just stared at him, eyes dark with lust and lips already a little swollen. Smoke’s hands settled comfortably on your hips and his thumbs brushed the soft skin under the hem of your shirt.

“You sure you want this? ‘Cause once we start, ain’t no takin’ it back. And once I’m inside you… I ain’t pullin’ out till it’s messy. You never been with a grown man like me before. It’s gon’ feel different.”

You rolled your eyes fondly and climbed off him. Laying back against the couch cushions, you parted your thighs for him, just enough for him to be able to tell you weren’t wearing panties.

And in that moment— Smoke’s restraint gave in. He dropped to his knees and turned you by your hips so you were facing him. Easily, he dragged your panties and those little shorts down to your ankles. He gently parted your thighs so that you were fully exposed to him and just looked for a second. Arousal was already dripping from your slightly parted lips and Smoke cooed at the sight.

“Even prettier than I thought.” He murmured. When he put his mouth on you, it was unlike anything you’d experienced before. He licked you open with the flat of his tongue and sucked your clit between his lips with steady pressure. When a surprise gasp punched from your chest, he eased in his middle and ring fingers. Stretching you slow and savoring the soft sound your pussy made as it opened up for him. The wet sounds that commenced were immediate and nasty.

Continuously, he curled his fingers against that soft ridge inside you that made your stomach jump. Your back arched hard and a high, broken sound left your throat. He didn’t ease the pressure when your thighs started trembling.

“Look so pretty spread open f’me like this.”

The vibrations from his voice involuntarily made your thighs close around his head. Soft shocked whimpers kept spilling from your lips while he ate you like he had all day and stroked his fingers deep. Spit and your cream mixed together until his lips and chin were shiny with it. He kept up that steady rhythm until your tummy clenched and a long, shaky cry tore form you. Your walls clamped down around his fingers in hard, rhythmic pulses and cream and slick trailed down his wrist. A warm rush flooded your core as the orgasm rolled through you in heavy waves. Smoke kept licking you slowly through every single one, only slowing when your thighs shook too hard and you tried to close your legs.

Only then did he kiss his way up your body, pushing up your shirt as he went. When he finally settled between your thighs, he latched his mouth to your areola. A surprised gasp escaped you and your hands flew to his shoulders. He suckled gently at your nipple while he rubbed the fat head of his dick through your folds, and the mess he’d just made of you. Your pussy clenched around nothing like it needed to be filled again from the sensation. He gave your other breast the same treatment— hot, wet, and slow, before returning to your lips.

“Breathe for me” he watched your face as he started to push past your entrance. “Pretty lil pussy ‘bout to get stuffed full. You gon’ take it for me?” His lips brushed yours before pressing a soft kiss to the corner of your mouth. You nodded and stuttered out a soft yes as he slowly stretched you, inch by inch. It was deep and overwhelming in a way that made you both want to push him away and pull him closer. When your thighs tried to close on instinct, he caught the backs of your knees and pinned them open against the couch, keeping you spread while he sank deeper.

“Uh-uh. Keep these pretty thighs open for me. Wanna feel every bit of this soft lil pussy takin’ me.”

He bottomed out with a low groan, hips flush to yours. The pressure sat heavy and deep in your stomach, and your mouth fell open on a quiet overwhelmed sound. Your walls kept fluttering around him helplessly and cream was already collecting around the base of his dick, dripping between your cheeks and down to the couch.

His strokes started off slow, letting you feel the ridge of his tip and every vein. Soft sounds kept leaving your throat every time he bottomed out, and your eyes went glassy while your fingers dug into his biceps.

He kept you pinned open for him like that and the wet sounds of your pussy taking him filled the quiet apartment. Your second orgasm built slower this time, and it was drawn out by him dragging the head of his dick over that sensitive bundle of nerves over and over again.

“There it is… look how pretty you look takin’ all this dick. Already cryin' for me and creamin' down my balls. You never had it this deep before, have you?” When the coil in your belly finally snapped, your back arched hard and a loud choked cry came from you. He fucked you through every wave until you were a trembling mess under him, still stuffed full and thighs shiny with the mess he made you make. You were still shaking when the words left your mouth.

“Lemme get on my knees for you.”

Smoke went still and the image slammed into him without warning. The way you looked under the table that day reaching for his phone. Shorts lifting enough for him to make out the curve of your bare ass and soft brown thighs spread. He had pictured this exact position more times than he cared to admit. Quickly, he obliged.

He gently pulled out and turned you on your stomach before tugging your hips up. Your ass was high and your chest was flush to the couch. One hand spanned the small of your back to keep your arch deep while the other wrapped around the base of his dick. He gently nudged your clit with the thick head before pushing back in slowly.

“You sure? 'S gon’ feel real full.” 

When you only pushed back toward him, he sank into you in one slow, heavy thrust and filled you to the hilt. A high, shaky sound left your lips and it was music to Smoke’s ears. Just like he’d imagined. He let out a low, satisfied moan as his hands settled on your hips. He started stroking into you deep, angling in a way that made your stomach jump. The depth started to overwhelm you and your hips twitched forward on instinct trying to ease away. A soft, panicked whimper slipped from you. Smoke felt it immediately.

“Look at you, baby. Makin’ a mess for me already. Look so fuckin’ pretty like this….Stop runnin’ from me. This what you wanted, right?” When you didn’t answer fast enough, his hand came down in a light stinging spank across your right cheek. “Answer me when I talk to you baby”

A startled gasp left your throat and you pushed back to take him deeper.

“Y-yes. I wanted it ju-Ah! Just like this” you whimpered out helplessly. His palm gently rubbed the cheek, massaging away the sting.

“Good girl… keep that arch f’me just like that and take this dick real deep.” His other hand came up and fisted gently in your hair just enough to pull you back onto his dick. He left another spank on your ass as he buried himself deep, grinding the thick head of his dick against that swollen spot deep inside you in slow deliberate circles. A thin string of saliva left his lips and landed right where he was stretching you open. The warm sensation forced a moan from you and you arched deeper for him.

“S-so good Smoke. Thank you for fucking me like this. I love it so m-much.”

Your fingers clenched the cushions under you as he kept stroking. Smoke’s eyebrows furrowed in surprise and a smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. He never imagined you’d talk to him so filthy, and he loved it. He released the fist in your hair and wrapped both arms around your waist. He pulled you up and back until you were sitting fully on his thighs, spine flush against his broad sweaty chest.

The new position kept him buried deep inside you. You kept fluttering around his length as he bullied himself into your swollen, oversensitive walls. Your thighs were trembling on either side of his and the sweat made everything slippery and hot. Soft, shaky whimpers kept spilling out of you as he stayed deep.

One large hand splayed low on your belly, pressing gently and increasing the pressure in your tummy so you could feel every inch of him. The other hand came up and his fingers wrapped lightly, but possessively, around your throat. He didn’t squeeze, just held you there. Owning. His thumb rested against your pulse, keeping your head tipped back against his shoulder while he rolled his hips in a deep, slow grind. Soft kisses pressed against the side of your face while he murmured in your ear.

“Finally stopped all that runnin’, now you takin’ this dick just like you wanted it.” He kissed you messy and open mouthed, claiming your lips and swallowing your little moans. When he pulled away, you let out a breathless little laugh that turned into another moan.

“This… this the most you ever talked to me.” You managed, voice real shaky. “I—I like your voice.”

Smoke made a low, pleased sound against your ear. He took your wrist gently and guided your hand between your thighs, pressing your fingers against your clit. He moved them in slow steady circles, showing you the exact rhythm he wanted you to use. Then he left your hand there. 

“Keep touchin’ this pretty lil pussy just like that, and I’ll keep talkin’ for you, baby.”

You obeyed, fingers moving in the same slow circles he’d just shown you. The dual sensation of your own touch combined with the thick length of him grinding deep made your body shake harder in his arms. Soft, dazed moans left you and your eyes fluttered as the mixture of your arousal and his pre-cum slicked your fingers. Smoke’s lips brushed the shell of your ear.

“I kept catchin' you lookin’, y’know.” his voice was soft but the words were filthy. “Every time I was sittin’ with my legs spread wide…you’d stare. Thought I didn’t notice? I saw the way them pretty eyes kept droppin’ to my lap.”

He ground deeper and the hand on your throat tightened just enough to make you feel a little lightheaded, in a good way. Sweat dripped from his jaw onto your shoulder.

“This what you was thinkin' 'bout’?” he asked, voice gravelly. “Me holdin’ you real close like this… dick all the way inside this lil pussy…” he nudged just a little deeper on the last word. “Makin’ you take it nice and slow while you shakin’ and creamin’ on me? That what you kept you starin’ at me for?”

When you whimpered in response, he nipped lightly at your earlobe.

“Answer me, mama.”

“Y-yes” you managed. Smoke grunted before trailing the flat of his tongue slowly along the outer curve of your ear. The sensation made your eyes roll back hard and another helpless sound spilled out. A thin string of drool slipped from the corner of your lips.

“Just like that” he murmured. “Keep them lil fingers movin’ like I told you to. Pretty pussy stuffed so full and you just sittin’ here takin’ it and droolin’. And here I thought you was so innocent.”

He rolled his hips again, slow and mean, keeping you locked against his chest as your fingers worked your clit, soft sounds kept leaving your throat. He drew the next orgasm out just as carefully—voice real low and filthy against your ear, until your whole body shook in his lap and a long, trembling cry left you. 

“Keep cummin’ for me, just like that. Told you this grown man dick was different, baby.”

Your walls fluttered and pulsed around him in heavy waves. More cream spilled out around his dick again, making the wet sound even filthier. He held you through every second of it. Hand still possessive on your throat, the other firm on your belly, murmuring praise against your skin while you came. Sweat and spit and cream made everything between you slick and messy. 

The second your body started to soften, Smoke’s rhythm broke. He kept you locked against his chest, head tipped back on his shoulder so you could see the side of his face. His hips stuttered, grinding deep one last time before he barely pulled out. Just enough that the thick, swollen head of his dick slipped free and rested heavy against your soft folds. His hand left your belly only long enough to wrap around himself, stroking fast and tight right against your pussy.

A sound tore out of him that you’d never heard before.

Low, rough, almost wounded, like it had been dragged up from somewhere deep in his chest. His head tipped back, jaw clenched, eyes squeezed shut for a second before they opened again and locked on yours. Thick, hot ropes of cum shot out across your lower belly and the soft lips of your pussy in messy, heavy stripes. Each pulse made that same raw sound catch in his throat, quieter the second time, then again as another thick spurt landed on your skin.

He kept stroking himself through it, head of his dick dragging through the mess he’d just made on you and hips twitching every time another wave hit. His hand on your throat never loosened, keeping you exactly where he wanted you so you had no choice but to watch him fall apart against you.

When the last weak pulse left him, he stayed there breathing hard, forehead pressed to the side of your face, dick still resting against your messy pussy, and cum cooling on your belly. The only sound in the room for a long second was both of you trying to catch your breath.

“…Fuck” he finally muttered, voice wrecked in a way you’d never heard from him before.

When the last tremors finally faded, he laid your trembling frame on the couch. Still in between your legs, he leaned in and pressed soft, wet kisses to your swollen lips while your pussy clenched around nothing, missing him already.

Eventually, he pushed himself up off the couch, still breathing a little hard. He disappeared down the hallway and came back a moment later with a warm, damp washcloth. You were still stretched out where he’d left you, thighs parted slightly and chest rising and falling.

He sat on the edge of the cushion and started cleaning you softly like you were fragile. The cloth was hot and gentle against your skin as he ran it over the soft inside of your thighs. He wiped away the slick and the faint marks his hands had left. Then he moved between your legs, careful and thorough, making your stomach involuntarily jump. Lastly, he wiped the cloth across your tummy, erasing the thick stripes of his cum from your soft brown skin.

The whole time he barely said anything. He was back to his usual quiet self. His eyes kept drifting up to your face, taking in the soft, blissed-out look in your eyes, the way your lips stayed slightly parted, the gentle bounce of your breasts with every still-uneven breath as your body tried to calm down. Something quiet and tender rested in his expression while he worked.

When he finished, he set the cloth aside and finally met your eyes.

“So what now?” you asked, voice soft and a little raw.

Smoke’s gaze flicked up to yours again and he shifted, settling his larger frame next to you on the couch and pulling you carefully into his chest. One heavy arm wrapped around the small of your back. The other found your hand and gently intertwined your fingers with his.

“Ima get my black ass decent before yo uncle comes in here…” he murmured, thumb stroking slow over your knuckles. “And then...it’s up to you.”

You were quiet for a second. Your cheek rested against his chest, listening to the steady thud of his heart. When you spoke again it was almost a whisper.

“I like you. Wanna see you again.”

Smoke didn’t answer right away. He just pressed a soft, lingering kiss to your temple, lips warm against your skin as he let the words settle between you.

“We gon’ figure it out,” he said finally, voice low and sure. “You worth the trouble, baby.”

And that was enough for now.

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[huniijaex]

CORBINGPT

parings: corbin gpt x reader

warnings: a bunch of smut

req: Dom!Corbin gpt x black reader angry smutt plss and thankss

a/n: horny ass but ily girl me too

you had just gotten done with another challenge that left everyone mad at each other. messy ass questions, messy answers, and messy everything. so everyone was a lil off tonight. someone who was really off? Corbin’s long headed ass.

he was livid to say the least, he hasn’t said a word to you. one particular question you were asked was “if you were to name someone who’d fuck anyone and everyone, who would it be?” and guess what. you chose Corbin. and he smiled, but it was a fake one. one you could tell that you were fucked for the rest of the night. (no pun intended).

right now everyone was getting ready for bed so no one was in the room by that time, you entered the room and had gotten settled into bed and chose where you wanted to lay and face the opposite of where he was gonna lay. that’s when the door opened. Corbin walked in, took his slides off and got into bed but he didn’t lay down. he was resting on his knees looking at you. he was horny, as hell.

“Look at me.” he ordered you. you looked quickly.

“Everyone’s gonna start coming in soon, so we’re gonna do this quick okay?” he rested his hands on the waistband of your tiny shorts. “Tell me you want this.” you nodded quickly opening your legs for him. He chuckled at you before ripping them and shoving his own shorts and boxers off.

his dick sprung as soon as he took his boxers, he stroked it once, twice, before shoving his length into you roughly. you moan loudly and he covered your mouth while thrusting in and out of you at a fast pace. “Shh baby, I know it feel good but you gotta be quiet.” he removed his hands from your mouth before putting both hands on your waist and going harder.

it got harder and harder for you to keep quiet, biting your lip wasn’t enough to silence you. “C-corbin fuck- s-slow down please I can take it no moreee” you moan loudly. “You can and you will, baby.” he says before flipping you over on your stomach and pounding you from the back. from then on, both of you couldn’t keep quiet and were both moaning equally as loud. “Corbin pleaseeee, baby I’m gonna comeeee-“ you moan/scream once more and he pulls out. “Nah you don’t get to cum after that shit you said.”

“No pleaseeee Corbin im sorry please- please let me comeee” you whine moving back and forth on his tip. He slapped your ass and held you still. “You sorry?” he asked slapping your ass again. “mhmmm” you say. “Show me how sorry you is” and then he shoves his dick back into you. “Come on, show me how sorry you is. Show me how bad you want it.” you move back and forth on him at a steady pace moaning. “Corbin pleasee I’m getting so tired” you whine once more, he chuckles at you before gripping your hips and pounding you again.

you scream, not caring that there was others out there anymore, solely focused on your pleasure. “Yeahhh that’s it come for me baby” he says as he rubs your clit harshly. you come all over his hand and moan loudly. “Uh huh, there you go that’s it.” he speeds up and follows you right after.

you guys finally calmed down. he was laid next to you cuddling you. “I cant wait to leave this villa with you, baby” he tells you. “Yeah, me too” you reply back kissing him.

“Yeah and I can’t wait til yall horny asses get voted off.” you hear Trinity say behind yall.

a/n: I was listening to michael jackson while writing this.

[seitosh]

men who talk dirty, in the most arrogant way. 18+

“yeah, i know, baby”

his voice reverberated against your whimpers, possessing a soft lilt to his husky tone. his lips ran its course on your pussy. not even eating you out, just a damn tease.

his lower lip dragged itself, tracing your puffed folds. your wetness smeared on his lips. he pressed the gentlest, firmest kiss on to your throbbing cunt.

your hips lifted, just a little to meet with his mouth again but all he did was let out a chuckle at your desperation. “now, now, let’s be patient, alright?”

“spread your legs a bit more. can you do that for me, baby?” he blew a cold gush of soft air directly on to your clit, making you gasp, complying instinctively with his request.

he straightened himself up, away from your pussy, and tugged his trousers down— unveiling his thick, robust and undeniably hard of a cock, smeared with pre-cum on the tip.

prominent veins decorated his cock. the entirety of it was bruised a regal shade of purple and blue, purely from restraint, agony of not penetrating the pretty hole.

one hand of his wrapped itself around the base, slowly jerking it up and down sensually, coating his girth with the pre-cum from his. his other hand had adjusted his hair, pushing the wet strands of hair back. “look at me, baby. see what you do to me, sweetheart?”

“you’ve got your man so damn fucked, huh. doesn’t happen that often” you could truly see it, his face flushed, crimson injecting itself in to him, as blood was coursing to his head with profuse intensity.

his canine bit into his lower lip as he slightly lowered himself to you, a spread of his torrid tempered hand lay on your marked thighs while his knees pressed on to the mattress’ softness.

the tip of his cock maliciously kissed your ready hole, only a little, not entering like you had desired for. his hold on his cock tightened as he vehemently guided it up and down your raw pussy.

your juices coated his length as his tip steered through your cunt, drenching on the mess, thrusting between your folds.

one hand of his had pinned your thigh around his waist while the other was too lascivious, shamelessly spread your pussy lips apart with his thumb and index fingers. “hm, yeah, look at her. so wet for my cock. yeah, makes so much sense, doesn’t it baby?” he raises one of his eyebrows while a smirk graces his wintry face. “so damn wet for me. nothing new though”

he was so egotistical, especially now seeing the condition you were in. cheeks burning with an impaling desire, mouth parted to whine and moan, cunt wet enough to completely deep throat him.

his cock, still idly dousing itself with your wetness in a cadenced pattern, a rhythm curated by him only. one that had a burning contact of skin on skin but deprived you of pleasure.

and as if he couldn’t get any more cocky— he slowly dragged his meat from your succulent hole to your lonely clitorus bud as he repeatedly slapped it, then, slowly nudged on it. the slit of his tip incessantly nudging around your clit had you instantaneously moaning his name in stutters. “i know, the dick’s too good huh?”

he was stimulating your pussy so well. consistently dragging the head of his cock between your labia, arrogantly chuckling every time you moaned in dire need. “fuck yeah, want me so bad don’t you? of course you do. why wouldn’t you?”

he had mockingly put it inside but slipped out of quick, a fake pout formed on his face. “shit– oops sorry, can’t put it in, cutie. it’s too big for you. what should we do? hm?” he feigned a sad look while teasing your entrance. how annoying.

“g-god, you’re so full of yourself” you, somehow, muttered through your gritted teeth which had earned a chuckle from him.

“mhm. and now, you are about to be as well”

this is so corny. im sorry everyone

[neocharm]

Jermajesty x asfab reader

WARNING THIS FANFICTION INCLUDES THE FOLLOWING:

Unprotected sex, asfab reader, p!in!v, accidental/unplanned breeding, mating press, kissing, dirty talk, daddy kink, slight overstimulation, dumbification if you squint, implied squirting, and more. smut with absolutely zero plot.

Plus size friendly, no mentions of size/shape. Black women friendly, no mentions of hair type, color or head coverings/wraps mentioned. Intended for black women🤎Fen pet names used, “good girl.” “my girl.” “pretty girl.” Etc. sorry for any mistakes, I wrote this while tipsy and ovulating after watching too many edits of the finest Jackson aka Jermajesty😝but, I hope you enjoy! Reblogs, likes and comments are always appreciated and constructive criticism is always welcomed. #kissamanwithagaptoday🩷

“This pussy loves me so much, doesn’t it baby?” You felt like mush underneath him. Jermajesty was so deep, every stroke was long and sent chills down your spine. Your gummy walls pulsed around him, your creamy love coating him and leaking onto t he sheets.

“J-Jerma…Jermajes—ty…” His name came out in a broken cry, your legs were stiff and your toes were pointed toward the sky. His heavy breathing and the feeling of his hands on the back of your thighs, made you feel overwhelmed with pleasure.

“I know baby, I know…” He cooed in an almost mocking tone, “daddy knows…it’s too good, isn’t it?” He pushed your thighs further back and slow down, slamming into you with enough force to knock the air out of your lungs and drag a quiet, high pitched whimper out your throat every time. “You gonna let everybody know who’s makin’ you feel this good? Hm?” You couldn’t respond. You were breathless and lost in his web of never ending pleasure. The head of his dick kissed the roof of your gummy walls and soft cervix, sliding against the spongy spot before bumping into it. “Say my name baby, say. my. name.” His words were punctuated with heavy strokes that made you shut your eyes and tremble.

You breathlessly mouthed his name, physically incapable of using any words. Including his name. “Don’t go quiet now.” He slipped a hand down, his thumb caught your clit and he begins rubbing fast and tight circles on the wet cluster of nerves. “Let daddy hear how good you feel, let me hear you scream while you take this dick.” Your voice finally broke. It came out in a loud, whiny cry of pleasure before you were silenced for a moment again, only able to pant and let out shallow breaths. “That’s it baby…good girl…good…ha…good fuckin’ girl.” Your legs began to tremble, you reached up to push against him but you couldn’t reach, so your hand fell and you gripped the pillow behind your head as your eyes watered.

“C-Can’t…Can’t take…take it…” Jermajesty’s voice cracked as he moaned, watching you squirm and struggle—and fail—to run from the pleasure. “T-Too…too much…”

His pace quickened when you said this, like he was trying to fuck himself into your stomach, “You can take it baby girl.” He assured, “You can take it…” You tried to reach for him again but failed, babbling on about how good it felt and how you couldn’t take it. Your every sound was fuel for him to keep going, for him to fuck you better. “c’mon pretty girl, take it for me…” He began panting as he watched your face contort into a beautiful, twisted mess of pleasure. Your legs weak and your arms limp as you turned your head, drooling as he drilled into you. “that’s right, that’s it…” he breathed out. “Take it. Take it. Take it.”

You could feel him fucking the command into you, it was like a surge of electricity. Your eyes rolled back and you tried to look at him yet failed, your brain felt like mush and you felt a pressure building up in the pit of your stomach.

Jermajesty released your legs, allowing them to fall weakly beside his own thighs, but you weren’t free at all. He leaned down and grabbed your face, his big hand was gentle but firm as he forced you to look at him. “Don’t look away baby, let daddy watch you…” He groaned and smirked at you as you tried your hardest to keep your eyes opened, you just couldn’t though. “Look at me baby, don’t look away, let me watch my pretty girl cum…”

The tears in your eyes rolled down your cheeks in fat globs, whines spilling from your lips as you pouted with a helpless and desperate expression. Losing yourself completely in the feeling of his thick length ramming into you. “Jer—majesty…” You quietly whimpered out his name, your hand weakly reaching out to him. You pushed against his chest—like a feather trying to move a boulder—and shook your head. “i—i think…I think I’m g-gonna…pee…” You could feel it. That tightness, the pressure and the warmth. All in the pit of your stomach. Every stroke made more leak out, a hot liquid that was thinner than the creamy nectar that left a puddle underneath you just seconds ago.

Jermajesty grinned, that perfect gapped tooth grin that made your pussy clench around him. He didn’t see the problem—in fact—he only had more reason to keep going after hearing you say that. “You gonna make a mess for me? Hm?” He taunted. You let out a sob and lightly hit his chest.

“P-Please…I ca—“ You shook your head, looking down between your bodies. The sight of his toned chest all sweaty and his pelvis slamming into you, made your brain feel fuzzy. Your head lolled back into the pillows and your breathing was caught in your throat for a moment, leaving you breathless before you gasped for air. “I can’t take it I can’t take it.” You babbled out in a whiny moan.

“You can do it baby, you can take it…” Jermajesty cursed under his breath, the clamping of your walls bringing him closer to his own release with every millisecond passing. “you’re doing such a good job…so—fuck…so fuckin’ good, Mmph.” As a chill ran up his spine he kissed you, slowing his pace. The long, slow strokes made your toes curl, it felt like you were being torn apart. You couldn’t take it. You couldn’t go a second longer, the flood gates were opened and the moment his tongue slipped into your mouth, everything came rushing out.

You moaned his name into his mouth, your legs trembled and tensed, weakened then tensed again. Your body quivered and your walls fluttered in frantic beats around him, encouraging him to keep that same pace and drag out your orgasm even longer.

“So good…so fucking good…” his words were muffled by your mouth, you were too weak to even kiss him back, your jaw went slack as you silently laid underneath him. “such a p-pretty…girl…” He swallowed hard and leaned up, sitting back on his knees as he pulled your body even closer without pulling out for a minute. He pulled your body up so that you were practically riding him and began moving your hips so you were grinding on him. “c’mon baby, move your hips for me…move your hips for daddy…show daddy how much you love this dick.”

You did your best. Grinding slow against him, but it was clear that his approaching orgasm wouldn’t allow you to remain slow. He laid you back down and pushed your knees back again, positioned himself so that he could slam directly into you—forcing your body into a deep mating press—and began fucking you like it was his job.

“m-m-majesty…ahh…” You were going to break into a billion pieces, you really couldn’t take it. You were melting and breaking all at once, it felt so good. It felt too good.

“that’s right baby…say my name, say my name.” He went a bit faster, harder even. Plowing you like his life depended on it. “s-say it…” You spewed his name endlessly, over and over again till you couldnt anymore.

“J-Jermajesty…Jermajesty…feels so good—feels so good…I…l-love it…I love it…l-love you.” A soft broken whine left his lips and he grunted in your ear. He was so close. The muscles in his stomach tightened and he was drenched in sweat. Heart pounding and his thick length throbbing, he couldn’t hold out for much longer. You were so warm, fitting around him perfectly like a glove, your own arousal and the remnants of your orgasm dribbling out. Jermajesty knew he was nearing the finish line when a familiar chill ran down his spine.

“F-Fuck…” His voice was meek, sounding almost raspy as he sang your name in a beautifully soft moan before kissing you in a sloppy and anxious manner. Teeth and tongue clashing together as his eyes shut tightly, his eyebrows knotted together and he cupped your face while releasing your leg. “I—I love you…I love—Oh fuck…oh my…I-I…” He couldn’t even get the words out. Jermajesty was fucking you like a madman, his pace completely primal and full of lust. The headboard knocked against the wall in a fast pace rythem that mixed perfectly with the sounds of heavy breathing, moaning, wet skin and, whining. His pace made it impossible for you to see straight. He wanted to warn you so badly, to pull out and not to cum inside of you. But the idea of flooding you with his cum, getting you nice and pregnant was too perfect.

With one final thrust his whole body stiffened and he buried himself deep inside of you, gasping and groaning as he emptied himself inside of you. Filling you completely with the hot and thick substance until he was completely dry.

[liliacsdelight]

Sex Type Thing

Whoever (m) x BlackGn!reader

❀~900 words, smut/explicit sexual content(18+), dirty talk, overstimulation, dubcon (just to be safe), degradation, rough sex, pet names/name calling(e.g., slut, sweetheart, and baby), condomless sex (wrap it), etc❀

💌: I like the first version I wrote more... might not be the same next time you see it.

་༘࿐18+ 𝓜𝓲𝓷𝓸𝓻𝓼 𝓓𝓸 𝓝𝓸𝓽 𝓘𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓪𝓬𝓽་༘࿐

You try to tilt your hips, a desperate, fluttering movement intended to throw him off—to angle away so he stops hitting that spot, the one that’s got your legs shaking and your brain buzzing with a static charge. ​

But he catches it. Of course he does. ​

"Where you runnin’ to?" he rasps, his voice a low, vibrating growl that shivers through your spine like a physical blow. His fingers—calloused, thick, and mapped with those heavy, prominent veins—dig into the soft meat of your hips, squeezing the skin as he anchors you to the mattress.

"Thought you liked it right there." ​He slams back in, a deliberate, bone-deep thrust that drives his entire weight into that tender, aching spot that’s already got you fucked dumb.

You gasp, your hands scrabbling for something to hold, anything, but he’s relentless. He keeps your hips locked down under the crushing pressure of his palms and grinds into it like he’s trying to ruin you from the inside out.

​The sound of your joining is obscene—a wet, rhythmic slap slap slap of skin meeting skin. The friction has turned the slick heat of your arousal into a thick, creamy lather that smears across your thighs and webs between you with every stroke.

​"You think I didn’t notice? How you squeeze me every time I hit it? Thought you could hide that?" The words are hot and filthy against your neck. "Nah. That spot's mine now. You hear me? I’m gonna keep hitting it until you can’t remember your own name." ​

He pulls back just a fraction, the wet, suctioning plop of the air hitting your joining echoing in the room. He leans back on his heels, a dark, amused smirk etching on his face as he looks down at where he’s buried. The thick, pale cream of your arousal is lathered white against his shaft, dripping in heavy, slow beads onto the rumpled sheets. ​

"Look at that," he coos, his voice dripping with sweet condescension as he reaches down to trace the mess. "Look how messy you are for me. Just a little puddle of need, aren't you? All that talk, and you’re already out of it. Poor thing... you can't help yourself when I'm inside you, can you?"

​He doesn't wait for an answer. He leans forward, threading his hand into your hair and yanking your head back to force your eyes to meet his. His eyes are hooded, dark and heavy with a terrifyingly deep sort of hunger. He crushes his mouth against yours in a sloppy, open-mouthed make-out, his tongue clashing with yours as his hips resume their brutal work. ​

The kiss tastes of salt and heat, his saliva mixing with yours in a messy, desperate exchange. The wet, squelching sounds of him fucking you fill the quiet room, a rhythmic, suctioning squelch that matches the frantic pace of your heart. He fucks you deep and mean, his heavy length stretching you until your vision flares white at the edges.

“Mghn—ahh!” you gasp into his mouth, nails digging into the hard planes of his shoulders while you writhe. ​

He breaks the kiss, a thin string of saliva connecting you for a heartbeat before it snaps. He watches it break with a slow, mean grin. “You keep trying to run, I’m just gonna chase you deeper. You want me to stop hitting it?” He lets out a dark, breathless laugh, his chest heaving against yours. “Then stop clenching around my dick like a slut.”

​You can’t. And he knows it.

He shifts his weight, his arms bracing on either side of your head, and grinds forward in those slow circles again. The head of his dick strikes that spot again, and again, and again. Your mouth hangs open on a silent cry, eyes rolling back as the pressure mounts. ​

“Oh, you like that,” he says, his mouth twisting into that sharp, condescending smirk that always makes your skin burn. “Course you do. No idea what you’re doing, but your body knows exactly how to take it. Look at you, shaking like a leaf just because I'm giving you what you asked for.” ​

You whimper, your voice a broken thread. “Mmm—fuck... please…” ​

“Right there?” he mocks, his voice dripping with derision. “Is that the spot, pretty? You want me to keep fucking you until you cum again?” ​

You nod, crying now, trembling under the sheer volume of him. He gives it to you—pounding into that same sensitive nerve until you’re sobbing from the overload. Each thrust sends a shockwave through you, thick and heavy, pushing your limits until your legs shake and your mind goes blank.

Another inch. Another thrust. Stretching you open until it burns—until you feel like you’re splitting in two. He doesn’t stop. Doesn’t let you squirm away. He holds you there, breath hot against your neck, whispering how small and helpless you feel under him. ​You come apart again, sobbing as the orgasm tears through you, leaving your legs useless.

Even as the aftershocks rack your frame, he doesn’t let up. He keeps pounding into you, making sure you’re so full of him that you can’t think of anything else. ​

“Still with me, sweetheart?” ​

You nod through the haze of exhaustion. Your body is still twitching, mouth open in a sob you can’t quite finish.

He hasn’t pulled out; he stays buried deep, thick and pulsing in the mess he’s made inside you. He stays there, enjoying the way your walls flutter and seize around him. ​

He brushes his fingers down your cheek, pulling them away wet with your tears. ​“You’re still crying” he mutters, his voice dark and low. “Thought you were done. What’s the matter, baby? Too much for you?”

​“I—I can’t stop…” you whimper, blinking up at him. ​

He doesn’t coo. He doesn’t tell you it’s okay. He just presses in deeper, using his weight to anchor you to the bed, his chest a solid wall against your own.

​“Too full? Too deep?” ​

You let out a broken noise of agreement, your head tossing on the pillow. He hums, a low vibration in his chest that you feel in your teeth, then grinds into you again—slow, heavy, and mean. “Good. Stay right there and take every bit of it. I want to feel you try to swallow all of me.” ​

A cry rips out of you, your back bowing off the mattress as your core clamps down around him in a final, desperate clench. He groans like it’s killing him, his jaw ticking as he drives through the tightness to chase his own edge.

One hand stays locked on your hip, while the other grips your face—not gently. His thumb presses into your cheek, forcing you to look at him. ​“Eyes on me,” he commands, his voice a fractured, rasp. “I wanna see you.” ​

You try to focus, blinking hard against the tears. He buries himself one last time, bottoming out with a force that makes you sob, and shudders.

His whole body goes rigid, his muscles turning to stone under your hands as he spills into you, a hot, heavy flood that you feel reaching your very chest. ​He drops his face into the crook of your neck, his breath hot and broken, and you feel the heavy, grounding weight of him settle over you.

་༘࿐𝓟𝓵𝓮𝓪𝓼𝓮 𝓢𝓾𝓹𝓹𝓸𝓻𝓽 𝓨𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓒𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓸𝓻𝓼 𝓫𝔂 𝓡𝓮𝓫𝓵𝓸𝓰𝓰𝓲𝓷𝓰་༘࿐

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[shes2real]

may this love NEVER find me (but that dick definitely can 😝)

even though you lost the bet, well…both of you lost. it was no use. you two had realized that you just couldn’t get along, and honestly, that was okay. with your daughter starting kindergarten this year, you’d both managed to make things work the best you could, and things had been steady. but you’d also found another guy who you thought was worth putting the time into.

you’d learned a few things about him that you actually liked. no kids, teaches at your daughter’s school, and he’s also a football coach at his old college.

in fact, that’s how you two met. at registration, he’d been really kind to you and your little girl. when you left her supply list and your wristlet behind the previous day, he was nice enough to drop everything off. if you weren’t in such a rush bcs of her nagging ass father wanting to pick her up for the night, he probably wouldn’t even be standing here knocking on your door.

“oh, hey! what, what are you doing here?” you say, sticking your head out of the door and letting it close until it reaches the heel of your foot.

“well, you left your wallet, and i found your address on your driver’s license,” he says with a little smile. “and also, this.”

he holds everything out to you, and you take it, still staring at him like you’re trying to figure out why the hell he’s standing on your porch this early in the morning. your unwelcoming yet startled look must’ve made him feel awkward because he immediately started explaining himself.

“i was in the middle of cooking breakfast if you wanted to come and sit—“ he cuts you off.

“i have to head to scrimmage, but if you promise to keep it hot for me, i’ll be back.”

you didn’t miss the innuendo or the little smirk on his face. “oh, is that right?”

“mhm.” he nods.

you’re still trying to come up with something smart to say when he leans in and gives your forehead a gentle peck before leaving.

when he returned, however, you didn’t realize it was getting close to your daughter’s drop off time. especially when it was only 10 AM and you’d sent her a message at 8, but she never responded. you figured she was still asleep until a notification from her finally arrived while you were laughing and sipping on your mimosa.

looking down at the message, you suddenly choked before jumping up from the barstool and peeking through the blinds.

“…is everything okay?” he asked, already starting to stand, the barstool screeching softly against the floor.

“you gotta go…now!”

•••

after a very awkward first impression with your daughter’s father, he still liked you. you liked him too. but after that run in with jey, you decided inviting him over wasn’t the best idea when jey could just pop up whenever he felt like it. so you convinced him to spend a night out of town with you instead.

a nice rooftop bar, maybe catch a movie, go to a comedy show…just anything to get away from jey.

you thought you’d won.

that was until jey had you in a chokehold in the hallway of the hotel.

it wasn’t easy tracking you down, you know.

yes, it was.

you used the same login and password for every app, and you loved that damn hotel. the same hotel where you and jey had bomb ass drunk sex in the bathtub.

“i’m…i’m trying to be cool, but damn.” he started on a rant. same shit, different day. you’re out with somebody else. you’re a horrible mom for being hours away from her to be with another man.

“you just keep pushing and pushing me closer to losing my last bit of patience. why?” he reiterates, tapping the side of your head. “because you can’t get it through your thick ass skull that you belong to me. and only me. you’re mine!”

“i’m yours?” you repeat, blinking slowly.

jey’s jaw clenched.

so naturally, you decided to make it worse. you opened your mouth wide and gave him a slow, exaggerated yawn right in his face.

and now… you’re right next door to your own room.

you were in jey’s room with your head tilted back against the wall, your fingers tangled in his hair. hoisted up in his arms while he feasted on you.

you’d told your new guy you were just running out to grab something from the car, but he could probably hear you and you could hear him too. you heard the faint shuffle of movement from the room next door, low voices you couldn’t quite make out. and to jey’s displeasure, you were biting down on your lip to keep from making another sound.

“don’t do that.”

“he can…he can hear us!” you gasped.

jey ignored you.

with a shaky inhale you moan out his name. “jeyyy,” the tremor in your voice is like music to his ears. “he…he’s…oh f—”

“mm-hmm.”

your body betrayed you as his grip shifted to keep you steady when you started squirming, pulling you down harder against his mouth. you couldn’t help the way your body instinctively chased the high, hips grinding against the tip of his nose and tongue.

instead, he’d prolong it. he moves you to the edge of the bed, raising your ass up, and all he could do was moan and hum against your pussy. savoring every bit of you as he tensed his tongue and licked over your clit again and again.

he licked higher, your fists twisted into the rich sheets, silk bunching beneath your fingers as he buried his face into your ass, giving both holes much needed attention. saliva trails down from your asshole to your core. he gathered up your slick with two fingers, curling and twisting them inside of you with a cruel, slow pace. impatiently, you began fucking yourself against his fingers, crying out when another wave of pleasure washed over you.

now with both hands pinned behind you, he found the angle that made you lose yourself entirely. one sharp breath, two high pitched squeals then another as he drilled into your pussy. your fingers clawed desperately for his wrist, nails digging into his skin. he hissed, not bcs it hurt but bcs you were reaching for him. “pretty girl,” he rasped. “look at you, mama…do it again. hurt me, baby.”

your fingers curled harder around him, a strangled gasp leaving your throat. he knew exactly what he’d found, and the pleased sound in his throat nearly made you cum.

“so perfect, y’know that?” he breathed, smacking your ass. “pretty pussy and an even prettier face when you cumming for me. he can’t make you feel like this, can he?”

“noooo!” you moaned.

you couldn’t control the loud, uninhibited cries tearing from your throat. they ricocheted off the walls, completely shattering the quiet luxury of the hotel room.

his eyes flicked toward the door, then back to you. “you want him to hear you?”

you shook your head. you were too fucked out to even fathom a snarky response.

“say it, baby. tell me the truth.”

“nooo…yessss!! oh, i’m gonna cum! jey, i’m cumming!”

“that’s what i thought.” he fucks you through it, driving his dick in and out, harder, faster, deeper until your legs gave out beneath him.

exhaustion was written all over your flushed face. you barely had the energy to stand, let alone speak. but he wasn’t done nor did he give a fuck if you wanted more or not. there wasn’t a hint of sympathy on his face. he wore a deadpan expression even as he helped you onto the bed and guided you onto your side. the position left you startlingly sensitive, “it’s so…deep…you’re digging-”

he only had one thing on his mind as his hips stuttered, burying himself deep inside you.

fuck his baby mama. fuck his girl. take what’s his. and most importantly, mark his territory.

even when you’re laid up with somebody else, you can still feel him. you’re full of him.

that’s exactly what he does as you knock on the hotel room next door, you shove him while fixing your clothes with one hand. “move.”

“just trying to make sure you make it in there safely.”

“don’t.”

“oh and don’t take a shower either,” he says with a laugh, disappearing back into his room.

your bedroom door opens.

“sorry,” you say with a laugh, shifting your weight to conceal the limp that absolutely would give you away. “i ran into an old friend.”

he steps aside, immediately pulling you into an embrace. “it’s all good,” he chuckles. “heads up; i think we got some freaky ass neighbors.”

if only he knew.

[punksyeetgifs]

OTM Backstage Segment

WWE NXT - August 4th, 2026

🏷️: @romanreignsbae @rollinsland @lovelikebuttahbaybee @xnightmarexpunkx @jeysslut ⋆˙⟡

[punksyeetgifs]

Bronco Nima Attacks Los Americanos

Lucha Libre AAA - July 25th, 2026

🏷️: @romanreignsbae @rollinsland @lovelikebuttahbaybee @xnightmarexpunkx @jeysslut ⋆˙⟡

[bambifys]

Could you do another one with Jude Bellingham, kinda like the last one you did in which she's bestfriend with Jobe. Though Jude and her would actually be together so she is invited to events (Christmas, Thanksgiving.... all that). And like at some point they'll get upstairs and do stuff, not exactly realising that everything could be heard from downstairs where his parents and brother are.

SANTA TELL ME. !

summary. a friendly tease under the dinner table at the bellinghams annual christmas dinner turned into a quick fuck in jude’s room.

warnings. ────── unprotected sex, strong language, dom!jude, sexual tension.

• mj’s note, i actually love this idea sm !! ive had a few requests so i hope i can be motivated enough to write ;( requests r still open !! )

every year the bellinghams always outdid themselves with christmas, from a gingerbread contest to a sledding fiesta you wondered what they might’ve done this year. jude told you to “expect the unexpected” which was quite reasonable considering how sneaky his parents were.

now, standing on the doorstep with your beloved glazed-ham which jobe always raved about, the scent of chimney smoke lingered in the cold december air. warm lights glowed behind frosted windows, and muffled laughter seeped through the front door. you balanced the heavy plate in one hand while the other pressed the doorbell,

as soon as the bell rung jude scrambled all over the place, nagging jobe to watch the mac & cheese in the oven.

the door flung open.

he looked as though he’d sprinted the entire length of the house just to be the one to greet you. a pastel pink apron was tied somewhat crookedly around his waist, flour dusted across one sleeve of his jumper, and a wooden spoon was still clutched loosely in one hand. his hair was slightly messier than usual, as if someone had run their fingers through them one too many times while cooking.

for a brief moment, neither of you spoke.

his cheeks coloured slowly the same shade as the apron. “don’t laugh.” he muttered, already smiling despite himself.

a laugh slipped free as your eyes wandered ridiculously over the sight of your boyfriend in front of you. “mac & cheese requires a lot of work i see.”

jude groaned, the embarrassing grin only widening. “you’ll love my recipe, it’s one of a kind!”

without another word, he stepped aside, one hand holding the door open while the other instinctively reached for yours the second you crossed the threshold.

warmth wrapped around you instantly.

the house smelled like cinnamon, roasted vegetables and fresh bread, with christmas music humming softly somewhere in the background. fairy lights curled around the staircase banister, stockings hung neatly above the fireplace, and a decorated tree stood proudly in the corner, its ornaments catching every flicker of light.

“you made it!” his mum smiled warmly from the kitchen before pulling you into a hug that somehow erased half your nerves.

his dad greeted you with an easy smile, already insisting you make yourself comfortable, while jobe wandered over moments later wearing an amused expression.

the entire afternoon drifted by effortlessly. helping carry bowls to the table. laughing whenever jude accidentally burnt another batch of yorkshire puddings despite insisting he had everything under control. watching his mum tease him every single time he hovered a little too close to you.

every so often, your eyes would meet across the kitchen.

he’d smile. you’d smile back.

by the time dinner was served, every seat around the table had been filled. his mum sat at one end, proudly carving the roast while his dad reached for the gravy. jobe was midway through another story that had everyone laughing, except jude.

he wasn’t really listening.

because he was looking at you.

you sat opposite him, illuminated by the warm glow of candles and the twinkling lights from the tree just beyond the dining room doorway.

every now and then he’d glance away whenever someone caught him staring.

it never lasted long.

underneath the table, hidden by the tablecloth and entirely unnoticed by everyone else, you slipped your foot out of your heel, gently grazing it across jude’s leg. jude’s eyes shot up at you while you purposely busied yourself by cutting a potato on your plate.

yet the corners of your mouth still betrayed you.

your foot continued to move upwards all the way to his crotch, by then he was rock hard. jude adjusted in his seat, clearing his throat as he stared at you warningly. you ignored his glare and kept rubbing your foot against the bulge in his pants, your pace roughened and accelerated just enough for jude to drop his head back. he played off the sudden gesture by stretching his arms out, groaning exaggeratedly.

with every manoeuvre it drew another low groan from the boy, and every abrupt halt earned a relieved sigh.

once, when his dad asked him a question, he answered entirely the wrong thing because he’d been too distracted by your foot resting against his clothed boner.

“earth to jude?” jobe laughed

“hm?”

“dad asked how madrid is goin”

jude flapped his lips, rubbing the back of his neck at the sudden spotlight. “same old y’know, uhm—“ he cleared his throat, signalling you to get your foot off him, instead it only urged you to grind yourself faster.

“you okay, jude?” his mum asked, suspicious of his relentless shuffling.

“your mac & cheese giving you the jitters?” you teased, knowing that you were the reason why he was becoming so stutter-y.

“i’m fine. i’m— just happy that y/n is here!” the families gaze shifted to you, where you just smiled softly. “thank you guys for having me again.” you thanked shyly, hoping they would avert the conversation so they don’t notice how shakey your were too.

by the time the last plates had been cleared and the conversation had dissolved into the familiar post-dinner haze, the house seemed to settle into a quieter rhythm. his mum disappeared into the kitchen, refusing all offers of help. his dad switched the television on in the living room, already half-asleep before the opening credits of some christmas film had finished rolling.

jobe stretched dramatically from the sofa. “i’m raiding the dessert.”

“save some for everyone else” his mum called from the kitchen.

“no promises.”

jude caught your eye from across the room. with the smallest tilt of his head towards the staircase, he silently demanded you to go upstairs.

you smiled before quietly following him. the sounds of laughter downstairs softened with every step until they became nothing more than a comforting murmur beneath the floorboards.

his bedroom door clicked shut behind you.

it was exactly as you’d imagined—tidy enough to suggest someone had cleaned it in a hurry that morning. football boots sat neatly beneath a chair, medals hung from a hook beside the wardrobe, and fairy lights had been lazily draped along the headboard, casting a warm amber glow over the room.

jude leaned back against the closed door, jaw tight as he faced you.

“what was that?”

you frowned. “what?”

his brows pulled together, “you know exactly what i’m talking about.” he let out a frustrated breath, taking your wrists and pulling you close to his chest.

“get on your knees”

you didn’t hesitate, you dropped to your knees so fast it was almost comical. the sight of you like that—waiting and obedient—only made jude’s cock twitch in anticipation. jude scrambled, unbuckling his belt, unzipping his pants, and pulling his dick out. you stared wide-eyed, pussy already aching for him but he couldn’t resist teasing you for a bit.

“you want it?” jude asked, stroking his dick letting you observe the way his thumb smeared the pre all over his tip.

you nodded, “please jude”

“please what?” jude asked, already knowing the answer.

“let me suck it.”

jude groaned, fisting his cock and stepping closer till the tip brushed your bottom lip. “open up”

you did, and the second your mouth wrapped around his dick, he groaned, his hips jerking forward without thinking. you took jude deep, your throat relaxing around the head, and he tangled his fingers in your hair, holding you in place as he fucked your mouth. you gagged a little, tears welling in your eyes, but you didn’t pull away. Instead, you hollowed your cheeks and sucked harder, your tongue swirling around the underside of jude’s cock.

“fuck. . just like that” jude panted, grip tightening in your hair. “take it all like a good fuckin’ girl.”

you did. every inch. until your nose pressed against his groin and your throat worked around him, swallowing around the tip. jude couldn’t hold back any longer—he pulled out with a wet pop and yanked you up by your arms, spinning you around so your hands flattened against the door.

“bend over,” he commanded, voice rough with need. “ass out.”

jude shoved you against the wall. his hand slid under the hem of that shirt, fingers brushing your bare hip before gripping your ass. you arched your back, your tits pressing against the wood as you stuck your ass out for him. he didn’t waste time. he kicked your legs wider, lined himself up, and in one brutal thrust, he buried himself inside you.

you cried out, your fingers curling into fists against the door. “jude—fuck—”

he didn’t let you finish. jude pulled back and slammed into you again, harder this time, balls slapping against your clit with every stroke. you were so wet, so tight, and the way your pussy clenched around him made his vision blur.

“you like that?” jude grunted, gripping your hips hard enough to bruise. “like it when i fuck you hard?”

you moaned, pushing back into him, trying to take him deeper. “yes fuck!”

jude reached around, his fingers finding your clit, and he rubbed tight, rough circles as he pounded into you. the door rattled with every thrust, the sound of your bodies slapping together filling the room. you were close—he could feel it in the way your muscles tensed, in the way your breath came in ragged gasps.

“cum for me,” he demanded, voice a growl. “cum on my cock.”that was all it took. jude brought a palm to your mouth, muffling your orgasmic screams as your back arched, your orgasm ripping through you, your pussy clenching around him so tight he couldn’t hold back. with a groan, he buried myself to the hilt and came, filling you up with thick, hot bursts until he was spent.

he collapsed against your back, chest heaving, his cock still twitching inside you. “fuck,” he muttered against your shoulder, nipping at your skin. “you’re gonna kill me one of these days.”

he chuckled, pulling out slowly and spinning you around to kiss you, tasting himself on your lips. “let’s get you cleaned up” he murmured against your mouth. you nod, taking the folded gym cloth on his bed into your grip. you wiped his cum trickling down your thigh before slipping into your velvet dress.

jude watched with intent, “your so beautiful” he peppered kisses all over your collar bone before jude opened the bedroom door, waiting a second before stepping into the hallway. you followed a pace behind him, the floorboards creaking beneath your feet as you made your way downstairs.

the smell of melted chocolate and cinnamon drifted up from the kitchen. voices followed shortly after.

his mum stood by the kitchen island, dish towel slung over one shoulder. jobe, halfway through stealing another mince pie, slowly lowered it back onto the plate with the grin of someone who’d just been handed ammunition.

“there they are.” jobe laughed

jude sighed.

“jude. honey. you need to remember that these walls are like paper.” you and jude stood frozen at the words of his mum.

fuck.

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stayin' in - kwn

"change of plans, call your girls and tell 'em you ain't gonna make it tonight"

word count: 1019. cw (content warning): praise kink, pussy eating, strapon sex, top!kwn, bottom!reader synopsis: you're getting ready to go out but k has other plans.

songs that inspired this: good girl - kwn & worst behavior - kwn

a/n: omg thank you sm for 100 followers! i feel like my account grew so much in such a short amount of time. i'm so grateful 💋💋 shout out to all the people who reposted my work

enjoy. 💋 (100 followers edition)

"hurry up, mama. we're gonna be late." k said as you did your makeup in the bathroom mirror.

"relax. that club stays open all night, we have plenty of time."

after a few minutes, you came out of the bathroom. "what do we think? can we get some commotion for the dress?" k looked you up and down as you spun, biting her lip.

and suddenly, k didn't wanna go out.

"maybe we should stay in tonight."

you walked over to you & k's joint shoe rack "no way, i've been looking forward to this all week, babe." you picked up your favorite pair of heels, putting them on the floor so you could put them on.

"how did you go from rushing me to wanting to stay in after i just came out the bathroom? who are you tryna fool?" you said. k smirked; she knew you were right.

you went over to the full-body mirror to check yourself out and make sure nothing was out of place. she came up behind you, snaking her arms around your waist, her head on your shoulder.

"you sure you don't wanna stay in?" she locked eyes with you in the mirror.

"yes."

you’d barely even gotten the word out before k started making out with your neck, her embrace holding tighter. she knew that as soon as her lips or tongue touched your neck, it was over. you practically melted into her touch, your eyes closing for a moment.

she pulled back from your neck and locked eyes with you again. "what about now, huh?"

you bit your lip "maybe we should stay in."

k turned you around by your waist "i knew you'd see it my way" she said with a smirk.

you pulled her in for a passionate kiss, your hands on either side of her face. one of her hands slid up to the zipper of your dress, pulling it down your back. you helped k get her jacket off, her shirt following. her hands moved to pull your dress down, sliding it off your body.

k started walking backward toward the bed, pulling you down with her onto the bed into a kiss.

you two made out for a moment before you pulled back. "i need to text the group chat and tell them we're not gonna make it" you said, reaching over to grab your phone. k ran her hands up & down your back as you typed and sent the text.

you tossed your phone aside and continued making out. she flipped the two of you over, making you chuckle at her strength. she kissed your jawline, moving down to your neck.

k continued kissing her way down your body, leaving a hickey on your lower abdomen before pulling back. she unbuckled her belt, pulling her pants and boxers down. she moved quickly, pulling the strapon harness on, giving the straps a tug before turning her attention back to you. she pulled your panties off, throwing them across the room. she aligns herself with your entrance, sliding in. her hips start to move in slow, deep strokes, earning soft moans from you.

"oh fuck.." the words slip out as a shaky breath.

k's voice is honey-smooth "you feel that, mama?" she punctuates the question with a deeper thrust, watching your face, your brows furrowed softly. her rhythm picks up a bit—deep & steady.

one of her hands rises to rest on your stomach, applying a light pressure that amplifies the sensation tenfold. a needy sound escapes your throat. your immediately hand shoots up, wrapping around her wrist.

"k, wait-"

your words are cut off as she thrusts again, a louder moan slipping from your lips.

her expression shifts into something hungrier, pleased as she pins both your hands above your head, smirking. "i'm sorry, what was that?" she asked teasingly.

your hand moves to her stomach, pressing against her skin in a weak effort to slow her motions. k's free hand grabs both of your wrists pinning them above your head, her grip firm but not painful.

"uh-uh, don’t run." she said. "you wanna be a good girl for me, right?" she asked rhetorically "then you can take it. you got it, mama."

your walls flutter around the strap, your moans are closer together—you're getting closer.

k notices, of course she does. in response, she slows her thrusts, in speed & depth. "you can't cum yet, baby. we just got started. you can hold on a little while longer, can't you?" she cooed.

she leans down to kiss you "i know you can." k coaxed as she made a firmer press on your abdomen, making you whimper.

"you're doing so good for me."

you let out more desperate sounds as she buried herself to the hilt. she watched your face contort in pleasure as she brought her thrusts back to their regular pace—steady & deep.

"breathe."

you didn't even realized you'd gasped softly at the change of pace. you exhaled, your chest falling.

"good girl."

k pulled out, the dildo glistening with your wetness. she pulls you to the edge of the bed by your calves, kneeling. she drags her tongue up your inner thigh, making your breathing shake.

she latches onto your clit, sucking eagerly "shit.." your hand instinctively threads through her hair, your head falling even farther back against the sheets. "mmph!" you moaned as k moved her tongue up and down against your clit.

your other hand grips the sheets, mouth falling open to let your needy moans escape. you feel that yearning throb in your stomach, hips bucking against her face. heat spreads throughout your entire body as you cum—warm liquid gushing from you, your legs trembling, ecstasy etched onto your face.

k doesn't stop until you're completely spent. she pulls back, wiping her face as she comes up to kiss you, moving next to you. "you did so good, mama."

you laid there for a few seconds to catch your breath before getting on top of her. “your turn.” you said, hands already moving to pull the harness off.

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TONKA BEAN.

definition: roman’s tired of his bratty, bossy girlfriend’s love for basic, vanilla sex and needs something more to his nature. something a bit rougher.

pairing: roman anoa‘i ⋆ poc!fem!reader

content: profanity. brat × brat tamer dynamics. implied age gap. smut. dirty talk. light degrading. panty sniffing. fingering. tummy bulge. squirting. daddy kink. big dick roman; it curves up. rough sex. missionary position. breeding kink.

word count: > 1.3k

[18] MDNI! below features explicit content, suitable for those eighteen and above.

“get on the bed,” roman’s baritone voice said, or rather ordered, his eyes sharp as they found yours, all innocent and big beneath brown, glittery eyeshadow.

“but . .” you started, then swallowed thickly, shoulders dropping in a show of your resigned obedience, “okay, fine!” you huffed, and inched toward the lavish bed, sheets of silky, coffee-themed.

“this isn’t how i wanted it, by the way. i wanted vanilla,” you pointed out, voice taking on a slightly bratty note, climbing onto the bed. he followed you with a low tsk and discarded his white tee, a relief for the fabric that’d been stretched tightly around his muscles.

“is that right? let me hear you deny sex,” he jibed, a brow quirking, and you started at him with parted, lip-lined lips. “y/n, i’ve been playing nice with you this whole week. i need more.”

the orange-ish overhead lighting kissed your features perfectly. side-flipped curls by your face and atop the pillows, a gold van cleef bracelet on your wrist catching the rays, just like the angel pendant between your breasts. roman’s tongue swept over his bottom lip, a glint of raw hunger in his eyes.

missing his desire and focused on arguing, you lifted a small palm, holding it up dismissively and shaking your head. “don’t talk to me,” you huffed. your eyes widened when he snatched one of your ankles, dragging your ass to the edge of the mattress.

“don’t talk to me,” he mocked with an annoyingly pitched voice to mimic yours, snorting at your disapproving scowl. “that damn attitude. i ain’t been giving you enough attention or what?”

his big hands clasped over your calves, pushing your knees to your chest. he pushed down lightly, a way to tell you not to move them, and reached beneath your short, barbie pink halter dress to peel away at the white laced panties you wore. instead of tossing them, he brought them to his nose, taking a deep whiff at the wetted crotch.

“r-roman!” you gasped, swatting his thick, tribal-inked forearm. “you’re so nasty,” you murmured, brushing a curl away from your forehead and glancing elsewhere.

he scoffed and tossed the fabric elsewhere, undoing his drawstrings. “that’s the same pussy i eat, baby. you drawing the line at me sniffing your panties now?” he asked whilst stepping out of his jogger trousers and boxers.

you shrugged and mumbled a soft “no,” earning an approving hum. he reached a hand down, two long, thick fingers parting your chubby folds, dewy and sticky with arousal. he circled your swollen pearl a few times before collecting the nectar leaking out of your hole. he pushed in the two digits with a low squelch, knuckles-deep and curling upwards.

your back arched the mattress, white-painted toes curling. “oh, god!” you moaned with a contorted face — eyes watery, jaw unhinged, voiceless. your head dropped atop the mattress, losing yourself in the palm of his hand. he pumped them steadily, the pads of his fingers massaging your sensitive, softened walls. then, hooking on one specific spot, his lips twitched.

“mm, this where it at?” roman taunted, chuckling deeply. he scolded you when your legs began lowering. he swatted the side of your thigh meanly, huffing about how you can’t do shit right. too caught up in ecstasy to argue, you mewled.

when your pussy wound around his digits, he couldn’t even try to deny your orgasm. you clamped down around them and creamed hard. he continued his leisurely movements until he could slip his fingers out, delivering a wet slap to your messy cunt. you shuddered weakly.

“tight-ass pussy. can’t even take two fingers.” he kissed his teeth in faux disappointment.

rolling your eyes, “shut up.”

he glared warningly at you, wrapping a fist around his length — thick, veiny, heavy, and curved upwards. aligning the fat, baby pink tip at your entrance with a few tugs, he slowly pushed in.

your hand flew toward his abdomen, pushing at his stomach. he paused, barely a quarter in.

“go slow,” you enunciated pointedly, returning that glare he gave you. however, roman gave you two disinterested blinks and swatted your hand away, proceeding to stuff your tight, hot cunt.

“y/n, you take this dick every night, ‘n you talking ‘bout go slow?” he said, shaking his head with a faint, below-breath tsk.

instead of arguing, you puffed your cheeks out. your lashes brushed against the skin there, finding inner peace to ease your muscles to welcome his member. once he was settled in, which took only a minute, he tapped your puffed cheek with a finger, “open your damn eyes.”

he started moving his hips after you complied. quicker than you were used to. “just relax, i got you,” roman said. he replaced your hands on your thighs, opening them wide. you craned your neck up slightly, just enough to stare at the bulge moving in and out of your lower tummy.

“pff, you’re so deeppp!” you whined, brows scrunched up at the front.

he brought one of your ankles to his mouth, kissing it tenderly. “but you’re taking it,” he pointed out softly, squeezing your ankle once before returning his hand to your thigh. he stared down at where your bodies connected, mesmerized by the sight, quickening his pace. “look at that shit, baby. got you creaming all over this dick, huh?”

you whimpered and pouted, watching his length thrust into you repetitively. every time he almost pulled out, it was covered in a thicker layer of cream. the curve of it caught on your spot, dragging against your walls. he released a groan when you clenched around him, and his fingers tightened around your thigh.

when you started complaining about how it was too much, he talked you through it.

“stop moving. you tryna run? stay your ass right there.”

“you close, ain’t you? give it to daddy.”

“get that nut, y/n. it’s all yours.”

your toes popped, body stiffening. “r-roman, i-i can’t . .” you gasped softly, and he hauled you back to him when you started wiggling away. he brought your legs around his waist, then lowered his body atop yours. his thick, meaty arms snaked around your waist, continuing to dig into your pussy.

“take that shit, baby. gon’ make me bust up all in that pussy, put a fucking baby inside you,” he groaned roughly, mouth by your ear. “that’s what you want, huh?”

“o-oh.” that full, pressured sensation formed inside your stomach. releasing a single cry, you gushed around him, soaking his entire lower half in squirt. “fuck,” he rasped. four, hard thrusts, and he buried himself deep, jetting thick ropes of hot, ivory cum inside your channel. stuffed with his dick, his nut trickled around the sides, spilling down your ass and onto the sheets.

you shuddered and lifted your arms over his shoulders. you ran your fingers through his curly strands, the roots damp from sweat. “actually, no. get off of me. i’m sore, and you ruined my sheets,” you huffed abruptly.

nudging at his chest, the man didn’t budge. instead, he chuckled lowly and rested his forehead on your shoulder, kissing the mole there. “always fucking complaining ‘bout sumn,” he scoffed.

roman lay there for a minute, then got up when you smacked his shoulder and whined his name. “alright, alright,” he said and got up reluctantly, length sliding out of you. he glanced down to where you spilled over the sheets, a self-satisfied grin on his lips.

“romannn! change the sheets!”

author’s note: first post, kinda nervy! I wasn’t actually gon post this and then said wtf. i worked on this, and it deserves to see the light of day! I apologize for the complexity and likely mistakes but it’s 6am and i’m jus tryna watch netflix n go to bed 😣 thank u for reading 💕

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And new WWE Women's Champion... SUMMERSLAM: NIGHT TWO | 08.02.26

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Tell Me It’s Mine

Modern AU Elias “Stack” Moore x Black!Reader

SYNOPSIS: Stack and reader are friends with benefits and reader gets good n tired of being the favorite option. Long story short, Stack can't deal.

CONTENT: 18+, smut, fluff, hurt/comfort, angst, toxic stack, possessive stack, unprotected sex, slight spitting kink?, filthy descriptive dirty talk, strong language, use of n-word

Song Inspo: Beetlejuice x Mariah the Scientist (I loveeee this song pls listen)

Author’s Note: Gworlllsss this is my first sinner's fanfic, I hope y'all love it 😝😫💗 Everybody voted smut on the poll so I tried to do fluff, smut, and angst in one to please everybody, luv u 😚 p.s. very lightly proof read, sorry for any mistakes in advance 😬

Late night had settled over Elias’s condo. Leon Thomas drifted from the speakers, lulling the room into a comfortable silence. Dim purple lighting washed over your soft brown skin, making it that much more alluring.

Somewhere nearby, a window was left cracked open and a gentle breeze blew through the curtains across your damp skin, raising goose bumps that sent chills over your body. The air carried the rich, woodsy scent of Elias’s cologne mixed with cooling sweat and the intimate evidence of what you two had been doing for hours. 

Stack shifted so that he was between your legs again. His warm, bare chest rested against yours as his eyes wandered over your features, hands on either side of your head. He leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to your lips, your jaw, down your throat. It had only been 15 minutes, and he was already ready for more of you.

“One more baby? Lemme have you again.” His southern drawl came out sweet and enticing. You traced your fingers down his spine as he continued placing tantalizing kisses across your exposed flesh.

“What we doin’ Stack?” 

He hummed against your skin in confusion, never stopping his torrent of kisses.

“I’m spending more nights at your place now than my own and we been doin’ this for a hot minute now. We spend most of our time together anyway.”

Stack made his way back to your lips now, leaving a soft one at the corner of your mouth. 

“What you gettin’ at, sweetness?” He pulled away to look at you fully now. 

“I just mean… is this all? We just gon’ keep hookin’ up and calling each other friends even though we both know it’s more?”

He held your gaze but his expression was unchanged. 

“You know you special to me. Ain’t nobody else got me like this.” His hands were roaming your thighs and hips now. His kisses made their way down your tummy, ending with a lingering one above your navel. “We know what it is, why we gotta go and complicate it?”

Before you could answer, the conversation died how it always did. With him between your legs and you too lost in pleasure to continue pressing. But truth be told, you were tired of being his favorite option instead of the only one.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

By the time the weekend came you’d made your decision. You had spent enough time waiting around on Elias to finally claim you. Your mama taught you at a young age that you should never beg a man for anything. What one won’t do, another will. And it was for this reason that you finally said yes to Malik’s offer to take you out for dinner and drinks. He worked in the building next to you and had been chasing you for a while now. You had turned him down more than a few times hoping that Stack would finally put a label on things. But after your previous conversation with him, it was clear that wasn’t happening any time soon. So, today when Malik asked what you were doing that night while y’all ate lunch together, you told him the truth. 

Nothing special. 

You made your way to your car after work and settled your belongings in the passenger seat. Like clockwork, your phone lit up with a photo of Elias as it began to ring. You stared at the screen for a moment before opting out of answering. Friday nights had been you and Stack’s thing for months now. You would pick the take-out and he’d pick it up after work along with a bottle—or two— of wine for your movie night. It had become so routine that he never even considered you wouldn’t be attending.

By the time you got home your phone was ringing again. With a deep sigh, you answered this time.

“You a hard lady to get a hold of. Y’know, I was startin’ to think you were avoidin’ me.” He chuckled to himself. He was currently at the liquor store perusing different kinds of wine, hoping to find something you guys hadn’t tried before. “What you in the mood for tonight? White or red?” 

You fidgeted with the sleeve of your shirt uncomfortably as you thought about how to respond. You didn’t necessarily want to lie to him, but you sure as hell weren’t gonna tell him the truth either. Your answer landed somewhere in the middle of those two options.

“I actually got plans tonight. Some of my girls wanna check out this new spot downtown.” Biting down on your lip nervously, you waited for his response. The other end of the line went so silent you almost thought he hung up. 

“Stack?”

Stack was stunned silent. He couldn’t remember the last time he hadn’t spent a Friday night with you. Even if you didn’t come to his place, usually he would just come to yours. The sudden change in routine made him deeply uncomfortable. But alas, he reluctantly quipped,

“Since when you busy on Friday’s? You seein’ somebody else or somethin’?” He was teasing but when you didn’t laugh, he leaned in closer. The silence was not comforting.

“Since tonight. My girls wanna see me, and it’s been a minute since I’ve been out.” You replied simply, suddenly growing irritated that he was prompting you to explain yourself. Stack swallowed and shifted awkwardly on his feet, nodding as if you could see him. He wanted to continue pressing the topic, ask the specific name of this new spot that was more interesting than him or his club. But his pride got the best of him.

“Aight…ladies’ night. Handle your business then, baby girl. Don’t have too much fun without me. Let me know when you make it in the house safe.” 

You promised you would before quickly ending the call. The refusal did not sit well with Stack. He had recovered smoothly from your rejection in the moment, but now that the call was over, he was stuck staring at the same bottle of Moscato he had been holding for the past five minutes. It wasn’t like you to say no to him.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

As much as he hated to admit it, Stack didn’t really have back up plans. He always reserved Friday nights for you no matter who else he was seeing. He sat on his couch for a while, sipping the wine he’d picked for the two of you earlier. He scrolled through his recent messages debating who he should hit up, if anyone. Honestly, his roster had been thinning out the more attached he became to you. They just weren’t like you. They didn’t laugh like you or smell like you, and the more time he spent with you the more intoxicating your presence became to him. 

Truth be told, he was disappointed. Stack kept a line up. There was no shortage of women in his life— he could have anyone he wanted within a single text or call. But you were his favorite. There wasn’t anyone else he wanted to lay up with and kiss on but you. With other women, he usually just skipped to the main event. Minimal foreplay, surface level conversation. Nothing like what he had with you.

Stack’s train of thought was interrupted by his phone ringing. He snatched it from the cushion next to him, nearly dropping it as he tried to answer. A disappointed groan made its way from his mouth when he realized it was just one of his homeboys. Not you. He’d never admit it, but he was hoping that maybe you would change your mind and decide to stay in with him after all— even though he’d never ask.

“Yo” He answered boredly.

“Aye, Stack. What you on tonight? Lil’ Ms. Fine as hell over there?”

Stack chuckled and shook his head. It was no secret that you were the finest woman on his roster, and again, his absolute favorite. You were the only woman he had a silent claim over.

“Naw, she’s with her girls. Said somethin’ about a new spot openin’ up downtown, I don’t know.” he felt his annoyance bubbling to the surface again as he reiterated your words. He had no right to feel possessive over your time, but he couldn’t help it.

“Yeah we gon’ head over there too. You tryna pop out?” 

Stack fixed his mouth to say no. He was aware that it was probably clingy to follow you to the exact place you told him you would be—on the one night you’d taken space from him. Still, the idea that he could feign bumping into you, and that maybe through a turn of events you would end up ending the night with him after all, got the best of him. And there was still something ugly and jealous tugging at him about the way you never answered when he asked if there was someone else.

“Yeah I’ll meet y’all over there. Gimme like 45.” He ended the call with his homeboy and went straight to his closet.

Girls night, huh? He tutted to himself as he scanned his clothing, looking for something to wear. Unfortunately for you, he was about to crash your party.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

Any time Elias Moore stepped into the building, he was the main attraction. The SmokeStack twins were known by people clear across the Mississipi delta— and in other places too. Tall tales and fables alike had been whispered through the grapevine for years now. Stories about men who’d encountered the twins but never lived to tell the tale. Gossip about the havoc they wreaked in Chicago prior to returning to their little hometown… mysteriously, with enough money to open a club of their own. 

Stack didn’t do lines. Upon arriving to the club, hushed whispers and watchful eyes oriented toward him immediately. There was a confident swagger in his walk as he headed straight to the front of the line, like he always did. He slipped a crisp $50 bill to the bouncer out of respect before dapping him up. Then, he made his way inside. No fuss, no muss. 

Vibrant neon lighting flashed across the club, highlighting its lively crowd. Music thumped through the floors and radiated into Stack’s chest. The crowd parted instinctively for him as he found his way through the room. Women stared lustfully, admiring his confident walk and the million-dollar smile he’d flash if you were lucky enough. Stack was fly, it was no secret. He only wore the best and he was always iced out. 

“How you doin’, daddy?” a tall, slim woman cooed as Stack brushed past her. His gaze raked over her, and he nodded in acknowledgement as he made his way into his section. If he wasn’t VIP, he wasn’t attending. 

“Stacks-A-Billion! You made it. My nigga finally got from up under that girl and graced us with his presence.” Donte clapped Stack on his back and pulled him into a brotherly hug. The other men at the table did the same, greeting him one by one like he was a don. 

The night was smooth at first. Real smooth. Stack was in the middle of chopping it up with one of his old flings who he’d cut loose when his eyes caught a familiar face. There you were. He froze completely as he took you in.

You were wearing all black. Leather shorts that sat on your hips low and hugged them just right and a lace-up sleeveless biker top. Black heels adorned your feet, and you were wearing your signature gold jewelry. The corner of his lips twitched upward into a smile involuntarily and he licked them as he took in your appearance.

However, the smile quickly dropped from his face when he realized that your girlfriends were nowhere to be found. Instead— you were with some tall guy. Stack looked hard and long to ensure he wasn’t imagining things. 

Nope. No girlfriends. This was definitely a date. 

Immediately, Stack tuned out the woman that had been talking to him. The music in the club dulled to a thumping pulse, and suddenly he had tunnel vision. He couldn’t help the possessive ugly feeling that arose deep in his chest as he watched the man’s hand brush the small of your back when he leaned in to whisper something to you.

You didn’t see him for several minutes. But when you did— your eyes locked with his. You were caught. Completely and totally caught red-handed in the act. Stack stayed where he was, but he held the piercing stare long enough that you wished you could disappear. Then, he turned back to his boys as if nothing had happened.

It stayed like that for a short while. Stack kept mingling, talking to people who approached him. He managed to make it through half of another drink before he became so consumed with a silent possessive rage that he turned from his boys mid-conversation and headed straight over to you. The crowd parted for him like the red sea.

“ ’Scuse me patna, I need to talk to her for a second.”

Malik looked startled, he hadn’t seen him approach. He looked like he wanted to say no, looking between the two of you as the tension rose. Apparently, he waited two seconds too long, because Stack increased his proximity to the man with one large step, a cold stare closed the rest of the distance between them. 

“I ain’t askin’, I’m tellin’ you. Don’t get hurt boy.” He snarked; tone laced with southern venom. And with that, Malik scrammed.

Stack grabbed your bicep, gentle enough not to hurt you— but with enough force that you knew now was not the time to test him. He guided you to the backdoor of the club and slammed it open. The cold air kissed your hot skin and instinctively made you flinch.

“Let go of me, Elias” you snapped, snatching your arm away once it was just the two of you. He turned toward you with a look that made it hard to pinpoint his emotions.

“Who the fuck is that?” He snapped back. You looked away towards the busy street and crossed your arms defensively. The distant sound of impatient drivers filled the silence.

“A friend.”

He sucked his teeth and responded, “Don’t gimme that shit girl, a friend? I just watched how that nigga was lookin’ at you, and it ain’t nothin’ holy or friendship-like on his mind.” Stack was trying to remain as calm as he could given the situation.

“We grabbed food and decided to stop by for a drink, that’s all” you sighed. You rubbed your temples out of frustration. Why the hell was he even here? Stack’s eyebrows lifted at your confession. He stepped closer and cocked his head to the side.

“Fuck you mean y’all just had dinner? That’s what we doin’ now? You goin’ on two-part dates with random niggas?” Now his voice was starting to raise. He looked away in an effort to find his composure, but he felt his heart beating fast with panic. This was the second part of the date?

“I’m not your girlfriend, Elias! I can see who I want, why do you care anyway.” Your voice rang out sharp and shrill against the brick walls of the alley.

Instantly, his head snapped back towards you. He stepped closer. One step, then another, until your back was against the cold brick wall behind you. One of his palms came up beside your head and he leaned in close enough that you could tell what liquor he’d been sipping on. His eyes flicked from your eyes down to your lips, and back again. Almost like he was trying to make sure they were the same as they were the last time he’d tasted them— untouched by anyone else.

“If you ain’t mine…why you lyin’ to me ‘bout who you with, baby?”

And for that, you did not have an answer. You simply looked at him blankly. After a long hard stare, you scoffed and pushed him by his chest away from you, refusing to give him an answer that he already had. You turned around to make your way back inside to find your date. He was probably scared shitless.

“Tell ol’ boy don’t get caught alone in no dark alleys.” Stack’s voice rang out sharp from the alley as you walked away. You rolled your eyes hard.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

A week went by after your encounter with Stack at the club. You’d sent texts, called a few times. He was radio silent. He had stopped randomly popping up at your place with tokens of his affection, and he hadn’t made any attempts to reach out to you himself. Your last text which read, “How long are you gonna do this? Say something” had been delivered nearly 12 hours earlier and he still hadn’t responded.

You were in the middle of sulking and smashing a bag of hot Cheetos when your phone pinged. A soft gasp escaped you and you quickly picked it up.

Lias ❤️‍🔥: You ain’t mine right? Lose my number.

Your heart sank as you re-read the message. So he gets to keep a revolving door of women, but you go on one date now you’re the bad guy? Furiously, you typed out your next response. Your jaw dropped when you pressed send and the message went green.

He blocked me you gasped to yourself.

A few hours went by, and it never came. You kept waiting for it— a slick little follow up, the way he always did when he knew he had gone just a little too far. The response sat final in the text thread. You stared at it until your screen went black. You guys had fights in the past but never like this. Stack had never shut the door completely before, really he had never fully opened it either. But this time felt different.

Fine.

From that moment, it was on. You started answering Malik’s calls on the second ring, you let him take you out to dinner, and when he asked you if he could see you two nights in a row you said yes. One night, he kissed you outside the restaurant after the date. He waited to see if you’d pull away, instead you leaned in deeper. The kiss felt nothing like Stack’s. But the attention was real and constant, and it was better than the half-ass relationship Stack had been giving you. 

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

Four days. That’s how long Stack lasted before he tried to fill the void you left behind. 

The woman’s name was Tasha, she was real thick and real bold too. He met her at his club, she was staring him down like she heard all the rumors about him and wanted to know if they were true. This night, she’d been looking extra hard, and Stack was always aware of watchful eyes. 

He took her back to his place with full intent on giving her what she was looking for. Another easy and forgettable night with a face he probably wouldn’t remember in a few months unless they gave him a reason to.

The night started off easy enough once they made it back to his place. Tasha started kissing on him while he was preparing drinks, talking about all the things she wanted to do to him. Her perfume was too sweet and sharp in a way that made him miss the signature fragrance you always wore. Stack wandered over to the couch and sat down, legs spread wide. Tasha was on him immediately, she straddled him without waiting for an invitation, rolling her hips real slow like she already knew what he liked.

Out of habit, he rested his hands on her waist. His fingers didn’t dig in or stroke, wander to her ass, he just sat there looking bored. Tasha continued to pepper kisses across his jaw and he allowed it. But when she made her way to his lips— he turned his head sharply. 

The woman’s body tensed and she pulled away with a frown.

“You good?”

“I’m straight.”

Hesitantly Tasha got back into her groove, dragging her nails down his chest. The silence stretched and he could feel her getting frustrated in the way her body tensed. Still, he kept the same bored expression.

“You sure you good? Cause you actin’ real bored for a man who invited me over.”

Finally, Stack looked at Tasha. She was pretty. Nice body, pretty smile. There wasn’t anything wrong with her, but still Stack didn’t feel a pull low in his belly or any urge to flip her under him. There was no interest in hearing what she sounded like when she came or moaned his name. He just kept thinking about you. How your thighs slotted perfectly over his and how your mouth always tasted like whatever chapstick you’d chosen that day.

“Yeah, you right. I think you should go.” He mumbled, gently lifting Tasha off him by her hips. She didn’t move from where he placed her on the couch. She continued to sit, staring at him in blatant disbelief.

“You serious right now?”

Stack stretched and reached over, grabbing the remote. He clicked a button and the television came on, filling the silence of the room.

“Yeah.”

If looks could kill Stack would’ve been six feet under. 

Tasha rose from the couch hastily, snatching her bag from the coffee table before leaving. The door slammed behind her harder than it needed to and the echo of it sounded through the apartment. Still unphased, Stack let out a heavy sigh as he started flicking through different movies on Netflix. He kept the tv on, letting it consume the silence. Quiet had never bothered him before you.

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Smoke stopped by to check on Stack two days later. Ever since they were in the womb, he knew when something was wrong with his twin. He didn’t knock when he stopped by, he always came in unannounced. Smoke walked into the kitchen and dropped the greasy takeout bag on the counter. He looked his twin over like he was diagnosing how bad the heartbreak was— and he’d never seen it this bad. Not even with Mary.

“You look like shit. Y’ain’t been sleepin’, have you?”

Stack was sitting motionlessly, halfway watching a basketball game with no idea of who was in the lead.

“I’m fine, what you got to eat?”

Smoke nodded his head silently as he started unpacking the food. But he didn’t leave the topic alone just yet.

“Y’all still on that silent treatment?” Now it was Stack’s turn to ignore the question, that was all the confirmation his brother needed. “Once you start catchin’ feelings, nobody else taste the same. Y’know that right?”

At this, Elias shot his twin a look that said leave it be. 

“Ain’t nobody catchin’ feelings.”

“You put that fine ass stallion out the other day ‘cause she wasn’t the one you wanted in yo lap.” Smoke’s voice stayed flat, bored almost. “That sound like not catchin’ feelings to you?”

The temperature in the room stayed the same despite the heaviness of Elijah’s words. As much as Elias wanted to curse at his brother and tell him he was wrong, he was right. Still, he mumbled an annoyed “whatever” and sat across from him at the table, fighting back a smirk when he noticed his favorite Indian food.

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Bad news came the next Tuesday. The gym had put a hurting on Stack, and he was making his way from his car to his front door when Smoke pulled up. Evening was settling over the city, and his shirt was still clinging to his back with sweat from his work out.

“I got bad news.” Smoke said simply. Stack wiped his face with the bottom of his shirt as he slowly approached his brother’s car. If it warranted an in person visit, it was more than bad.

“What.”

“Saw ya girl at the comic bookstore on 5th street. She was with ol’ boy from the club, tall nigga.”

Stack went totally still and the towel in his hand stopped moving over his neck. 

“She still dealin’ with dude?” 

Shrugging once, Smoke held his hands up.  “Look like it to me. They was walkin’ out together and he was holdin’ a bag for her. Looked real comfortable if y’ask me.” He took in his twin’s ragged appearance before adding, “If you love that girl don’t wait too much longer. He got plans for her. I can tell.” That was all. He didn’t comment further, ask what his brother planned to do, or offer further advice. He delivered the last sentence and held Stack’s stare for a second longer than necessary before leaving.

When the conversation with his twin ended, Stack stood in his living room for a long while thinking hard. It was one thing for y’all to be at the club, but a bookstore date? Nah. That’s too close to home. He couldn’t stomach the idea of you going on real dates with this man. Smiling at whatever stupid thing he said, letting him touch you. The uncomfortability of it all settled deeper under his skin the longer he pictured it like a petulant sunburn. You weren’t even trying to hide that you were dealing with this guy anymore. You were just out here, dating in the open like he’d never put his mouth between your legs and made you shake.

Autopilot mode was the only way to describe Stack’s thought process once he entered the shower. The night at the club kept replaying behind his eyelids. The way you looked at him when he caught you. How you went back to Malik instead of staying, instead of going home with him. And especially— how you kept seeing this man even after Stack had told you to lose his number. Pride and jealousy wrenched together in his gut until he couldn’t tell which hurt worse.

When the water from the shower was cut off, he had already made his decision. The only way through this was to make you his. Quickly, he got dressed. Grey sweatpants a black t shirt, and the chain you always played with when you sat in his lap. He was out the door before the water had even fully dried on his skin.

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By the time Stack was halfway to your place he was fully dry and his thoughts had unfogged enough for his good sense to be activated. He couldn’t come over empty handed. He shook his head at the thought of coming to your place and agitating you without having food to soothe you after. Only a fool would do something so stupid. So, like a good boy, he stopped and ordered your favorite food and grabbed your preferred wine and some flowers for good measure. His elders always taught him you catch more flies with honey than vinegar. 

The bags sat in the passenger seat of the car and Stack kept looking over at the flowers like they might disappear if he didn’t check. By the time he pulled up at your place he had rehearsed what he wanted to say a million times over in his head. He was coming to fix things, and he brought things you liked because some part of him thought it might make a difference. He knocked on your door in that familiar rhythm only he used. You knew it was him without checking the peep hole.

When you swung the door open, your attitude was on full display. There he was, bags in one hand and flowers in the other. The familiar scent of his soap clung to his skin and his hair was still damp. The second he laid his eyes on you his expression softened and he forgot everything he planned to say. Except for,

“You datin’ niggas now?” His voice was pained and tight. Your gaze dropped to the items he was holding and drifted back up to his face. Grudingly, you stepped to the side and allowed him to come in.

He watched with greedy eyes as you sauntered into the kitchen to grab wine glasses, hips switching and jiggling your ass as you walked.

“Do my eyes deceive me, or is a man who told me to lose his number actin’ brand new?” You grumbled, avoiding eye contact. Stack shut the door behind him with a quiet click. The bags were set down with more care than his voice had. Suddenly, the space felt a lot smaller than it did before. Stack crossed his arms over his chest and his eyes moved over your face like he was looking for something.

“You out here goin’ on dates, my patnas tellin’ me you still spendin’ time with ol’ boy after I caught y’all at the club.” Your expression remained unchanged as you uncorked the wine and began pouring the glasses. “Why you bein’ like this?”

When you still didn’t answer, just raised an eyebrow in annoyance, he increased his proximity. You felt the solid heat of him against your back. He wasn’t touching you— yet. Just letting you feel the warmth of him against you. Then, he brushed his lips against the back of your neck and said, 

“Tell me baby. Why you doin’ me like this, hm? Like I ain’t never stroked you so deep you cried for me ‘cause it felt so good… like this lil body don’t react every time I touch it.” As if on cue he pressed his lips against the side of your neck and you let out a soft involuntary sound, leaning back into him instinctively.

“You made the rules stack. Don’t get mad when I finally start playin’ by ‘em. And you damn sure don’t just get to show up with food and these sorry ass flowers like that fixes everything.”

He pressed his back against your chest fully now and mumbled, “Look at me.” When you didn’t, he gently turned you in his arms by your waist. His voice was barely above a whisper when it came out. “I don’t wanna see you with nobody else. I don’t wanna think about somebody else knowin’ how sweet those pretty lil moans sound when you get like that. So I need you to tell me it still belong to me.”

The audacity of this man was astonishing honestly. You stared at him unblinking. The raw honesty in his voice almost had you until you remembered that last nasty text he’d sent. Then your eyes sharpened.

“I’m not yours. You never claimed me.”

“I’m claimin’ you now” he replied simply, as if it was obvious.

“No” you shook your head firmly. “You only sayin’ that because somebody else wants me. You comin’ over here today doesn’t change that.” His hands came to rest on either side of you on the counter, trapping you in between his arms. 

“I’m sayin’ it ‘cause I mean it. I’m done pretending I don’t”

When he leaned in, you instinctively leaned back. You held his gaze for a moment and he respected the distance. It lasted for only a second. Once his thumb brushed over the exposed skin of your belly, you allowed him to catch your waist and pull you in. Initially the kiss was pride and anger. Teeth and tongue, both looking for dominance. 

The second time your lips joined, it was slow enough for him to slide his tongue against yours in a tantalizing rhythm. A small sound escaped your lips without permission, and Stack’s breathing changed when he heard it. By the time you went in for a third kiss, you were on top of the counter and he was fully between your legs spreading them wider. His hands were roaming under your shirt like he’d been starving for the feel of you.  

“You still mad, I know.” he said the words in between needy kisses. “But I know you missed me just as much as I missed you.” He voice had dropped several octaves and it was rough with lust. Your pulse quickened against his lips as he kissed your throat and he squeezed your hips to show he noticed.

“Fuck you, Stack”

“Oh I’m bout to, baby. Don’t even worry that pretty lil head.”

With that, he lifted you from the counter and you reflexively wrapped your legs around his waist. Straight to the bedroom you went.

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Clothes hit the floor in random pieces until they were all gone. Stack made himself comfortable between your legs and gazed over your features as if he was still deciding how nice he was gonna be to you. Whatever he saw made his pupils become more dilated with lust— most likely your stubborn unwillingness to secede.  When he kissed you his tongue moved slow and thorough like he was trying to make you forget every bit of the argument you two had.

A hand drifted between your legs and he groaned against your lips when he found that you were already wet for him. His eyes flicked down to your sex and back to your face, watching your expression closely as he slid his middle and ring finger inside you. A satisfied grin made its way across his features when your lips parted and your lashes fluttered against your cheekbones.

“This pussy gon’ tell me it missed me even if you don’t.” he cooed as he continued his torment, curling his fingers just right against that spongy spot inside you. Your thighs twitched and a shaky breath passed your lips. Your hips chased his fingers and he drank in every little pleasured expression greedily. He paid close attention every time your expression changed.

“Tell me it’s mine” he murmured. When you shook your head stubbornly, he used his other hand to push your—his— t-shirt under your collarbones and just above your breasts. He latched a hot mouth to your areola, drawing a surprised cry from you as he suckled your nipple gently into his mouth. Your refusal to give in to him ignited something. A third finger joined the others and pressed harder, thumb circling your clit with precision until your thighs started shaking.

“Say it baby, stop playin’ with me. This pussy loves me just as much as I love you.”

A small squeak escaped you as your hips chased his hand desperately. You’d been craving his touch just as much as he’d been craving your presence in his bed at night. Still, in all your stubbornness, you uttered,

“Make me”

When the words he desired never passed your lips, he withdrew his fingers and sucked them into his mouth, holding your eye contact steadily as he tasted your essence. Hungrily, you tugged at his sweats. Stack drew his teeth between his bottom lip when his length sprung free, hard, thick, and leaking pre-cum. You nearly drooled at the sight, not having seen it in two weeks. Before you could touch him, he shifted you onto your back. And before you knew it, your calves were pinned on either side of your hips.

Stack dropped his forehead to yours as he gently dragged the head of his dick between your folds, nudging your clit intentionally each time. He waited until your expression grew needy with want before gently pushing past your entrance. He stretched you slowly, head dropping further into your neck the further he sank into you. When he was buried inside you, he let out a deep exhale. Like he’d been homesick and was finally home.

“Fuck— I missed bein’ this deep inside you. You feel that baby?” He lifted his head now, longingly staring into your irises. “That’s me puttin’ it back where it belong. Go on dates if you want, keep lettin’ that nigga buy you books. But this right here still answer to me. Say it.”

Instead of answering you whimpered and the sound make his stomach tighten. He adjusted his angle so that the head of his dick massaged intensely into that swollen bundle of nerves that only he seemed to find so easily. Your eyes flew open and a high-pitched moan flew past your lips. His breathing hitched as he watched the way your lips trembled. Something real close to satisfaction settled over his features.

“Yeah, that’s it baby. Whenever I kiss that lil spot just right you start shakin’ for me. Keep them pretty eyes on me. Wanna see what you look like when you finally stop fightin’ it.”

And true to his word, he stayed right on that spot. Your walls started fluttering around him and he noticed the change immediately. He slowed his strokes, deliberately dragging them out to hear you moan real pretty for him. When your first orgasm hit, your mouth fell open and your eyes went glassy. Stack drew his bottom lip between his teeth as the sight and kept grinding through it, relishing in the way your expression grew desperately needy.

“That’s one. Still ain’t said it though.”

You were still riding through the aftershocks of your first orgasm when he hooked both your legs over his arms and folded you deeper into the mattress. The new angle forced a high-pitched sound he hadn’t heard before from your lips and his eyebrows rose in both enjoyment and surprise.

“Stack— wait. Too much” you stuttered through deep breaths.

“Nah. You said make you, right?” He ground against that small bundle nerves in slow circles and your face twisted with ecstasy. Stack’s own expression tightened with hunger as he watched you. “So I’m gon’ make you. Say it belong to me.”

Unwilling to relent, you shook your head even as waves of pleasure crashed through your core. He saw the refusal sitting behind your eyes and his strokes got meaner, more precise and deliberate. Your stomach clenched again and your thighs trembled against his arms. He felt every little flutter and took pleasure in knowing the words he desired were an orgasm away.

“Say it, baby.”

“It’s yours Elias, it’s yours.” You cried as your second orgasm rose slowly but intensely. His eyes closed and the words fell over him like a prayer. The confession hit him harder than expected. When he opened them again, he was completely focused and he drove deeper.

“Again” he mumbled against your lips.

“It’s yours” you whimpered brokenly. He leaned down and brushed his lips over yours. Not really kissing, just letting you feel the soft heat of his mouth against yours while he kept up that focused rhythm between your legs. Every time the head of his dick dragged over that spot, your pussy clenched and fluttered around him.

“Stack—” you stuttered, voice still shaking. “It feel… it feel so good when you dig in me like that. Right there, please, I think I’m gon cum again”

He moaned softly against your lips, a low intimate sound that was pulled deep from his chest. He kept repeating that same motion, intentionally grinding into that little spot over and over again in relentless strokes. He watched your face the whole time. His eyes tracked the way your brows furrowed and how your lips parted every time he pushed inside you a little deeper. The orgasm started pulling out of you in long, drawn out waves. Those little sounds that Stack had missed so dearly kept spilling past your lips as you creamed around him in messy gushes. His jaw went tight when he felt it.

Right as the orgasmic wave hit its peak, he pulled back just enough to look you in the eyes. His were dark with need.

“Open”

You opened your mouth without hesitating, and he let a string of saliva drop from his lips onto your tongue. The second it landed you swallowed and your orgasm intensified hard. Your pussy clenched around him in intense, rhythmic pulses and another rush of cream squelched around his dick. The wet sounds got obscenely loud and Stack’s gaze stayed locked on your face. He admired the way your expression cracked even further, like the sight of it was doing something to him.

“That’s it, good girl baby.” He groaned against your mouth. “Take it just like that. Let me feel how wet you get when I stroke it real deep like this. Tell me again. Who it belong to?”

“You” you sobbed, completely fucked out at this point. “It’s yours, Stack. I promise.”

Something in his expression softened and he kissed you deep and slow while he continued fucking you through the aftershocks, never fully letting the overstimulation fade.

“I got you, mama. This stays mine. These legs stay open for me… this soft lil pussy only gon’ get wet like this for me. Promise me.”

“Yes, anything. You can have whatever you want. This pussy’s yours” your voice was still shaking from the intensity of your orgasm.

“Fuck— gon’ make me cum talkin’ to me like that girl” he growled. Only when you had promised yourself to him several times over and your body was trembling non-stop did he bury himself as deep as you’d take him. His eyes stayed locked on yours as he came, and a low, primal sound left his chest while his dick pulsed hard inside you. He watched your pretty face the whole time, like he needed to see you were taking it.

After, he stayed inside you, still breathing hard. One hand stroked over your hip where it met your belly like he still couldn’t believe you’d given yourself to him like this. His pupils were still dilated and searching your face.

“You mine. That ain’t changin’” he said quietly. It wasn’t a question. Just a fact he decided to force into existence. You didn’t answer. You were still shaking and your adrenaline was still pumping. The anger hadn’t fully subsided yet but something warm and tender was taking its place. He kissed you again, slower and deeper this time, and still didn’t pull out.

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CHELSEA GREEN WWE SummerSlam, August 2nd, 2026

[yourleogf]

reader giving jey uso attitude and he makes sure fixes it 👀👀👀👀

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PAIRING: jey uso x black!fem!reader

SUMMARY: inspired by this TikTok + in which you give Jey attitude because he hasn’t been giving you much attention lately and he fixes it for you. 🩷

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“girl, what’s wrong with you? why you actin’ like that?”

Jey had been asking you that over and over for the past few minutes, and you could tell he was starting to get annoyed with every vaguely dismissive answer you responded with, but you honestly didn’t care.

you had been annoyed him for a few days because he hadn’t been showing you much attention, so it felt nice giving him a taste of his own medicine.

“Jey, i said i’m good, so just drop it.” you huffed, suppressing an eye roll, as you crossed your arms and avoid Jey’s gaze, causing his eyebrows to furrow a little and his eyes to linger on you for a moment before he chuckled lowly.

“mhm… well, fix whatever’s wrong with you ‘cause we ‘bout to go see Jim and ‘nem and i ain’t got time for them to be askin’ me stupid questions.” Jey warned, raising one of his eyebrows, as he grabbed his keys from the coffee table and you immediately rolled your eyes the moment his back was turned, grabbing your purse off of the couch and moving to follow him out of the living room.

“…whatever.” you mumbled quietly, the word barely audible over the harmonizing sound of you and Jey’s footsteps, as Jey suddenly paused mid-step and you nearly crashed into his back at his abrupt action, your eyebrows furrowing in slight confusion while you watched him turn around to face you.

there’s no way in hell he heard that smart remark over the sound of heavy shoes against a hardwood floor.

“what i say?” a slight clench formed in Jey’s jaw as he stared down at you, a warning clear as day in his tone, and you slightly bit down on your bottom lip to suppress another eye roll, opting to look away from him instead and off to the side.

“okay, i heard you. i’ma fix it.” you mumbled, your words barely audible, as you noticed him shift closer to you in the corner of your eye and felt his hand grab your jaw to turn your head towards him, forcing you to meet his dark eyes.

“you gon’ do what?” Jey asked, slightly tilting your head to make you properly look up at him, as you reluctantly maintained eye contact with him and swallowed thickly, feeling your resolve weaken just from his intimidating gaze.

“…i’ma fix it.”

“nah, you ain’t. we both know you ain’t. it’s cool though, i’ma fix it for you.”

you didn’t know how long it’d been since Jey started fucking some sense into you — maybe 30 minutes, or maybe even 3 hours. you couldn’t tell, and quite frankly, you couldn’t think about anything else except the way his hips were driving into you.

he had you bent over the couch arm with one hand tightly holding your wrists behind your back and the other holding onto the front of your neck, his grip firm yet careful enough not to actually hurt you, as he fucked into you at a quick pace, his pelvis roughly smacking against your ass while his dick dug deeply inside you.

“you gon’ fix that fuckin’ attitude? huh?”

“y-yessss! yes— i’ma fix itttt! i’ma f-fix it!”

his grip on your neck slightly tightened before he let go of it and grabbed a handful of your hair instead, yanking your head back and causing your arch to deepen. the action send a shiver down your spine and you let out a helpless mewl as your restricted hands balled up into tight fists, unable to do anything but surrender to his punishing thrusts.

“f-fuck— i’m s-sorry, baby, i-i’m sorryyyy,” you cried out desperately, your eyebrows furrowing deeply, as a pathetic whine fell from your lips and your eyes rolled back, intense pleasure starting to overwhelm you and send you straight into an orgasm, “i-i’m sorry, i’ll f-fix it— i’ma fix it, i swearrrr! p-please, Jeeeey!”

“yeah? you sorry? huh?” Jey’s grip tightened on your hair and the feeling sent a jolt of pleasurable pain through you as he yanked you up and pulled you into his chest, his hand leaving your hair to wrap around your neck again, “say it again and i might let you cum.”

“i’m sorry!” you squealed loudly, your thighs beginning to quiver, as Jey’s hand abruptly let go of your wrists and slid around to the front of you, his fingers finding your clit with ease and rubbing it in quick circles, “p-pleaseeee, let me c-cum, baby, i-i’m sorryyy! i’m s-soooo sorry— ughhh, please, please, pleaseee—”

“cum, mama. gon’ ahead and wet this dick up. show me how bad you want it.” the moment those words left Jey’s mouth, it was like all hell broke loose inside of you.

your hands shot out and tightly gripped the couch arm for dear life as your thighs shook uncontrollably and your eyebrows furrowed deeply, your eyes rolling so far back that only the whites were visible. your head abruptly fell back against his shoulder and your body completely tensed and seized up in his grasp as a small scrunch formed in the bridge of your nose and you cried out at the top of your lungs, your voice wavering while your climax roughly shot through you.

Jey’s strokes slowed and he continued to fuck you through your orgasm as his fingers on your clit moved away and he gripped your hip instead, his grip loosening on your neck while he pressed soft kisses against your earlobe and the side of your face to calm your body down from reaching its incredibly intense peak.

“the next time you get an attitude with me, i want that shit fixed the moment you say you gon’ fix it. you got that, ma?”

[princedevitt]