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I want to write/read about being cherished…
The aunties
Loren goes for her weekly press and curl and thanks to the aunties, she as they would say “caught herself a man”
Not proofread but what else is new, also I’m cooking something up. I’m really vibing with writing for my own oc’s
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The smooth breeze that had its hands on the shoulder of Decatur, Georgia. A contrast to the usual heatwaves the would beam down on Loren’s glowy brown skin.
Hearing the faint jingle of an old shell chime. On the door of the staple of all the little black girls hair. Heads all decorated with intricate patterns in the braids, different colors on the end of the beads, their mommas alike with long bundles, locs and braids done with the hands of the many older black women in the shop. A small shop tucked quietly away in your mostly collage town area.
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This was supposed to be for Ony but it slowly turned into a Male!oc sooo… All you need to know is he’s tall, dark, handsome and covered in tattoos and it curves…
Slightly proofread
An: I might go back edit this. I hate how much I used you and I just realized it. I’m a little rusty
Something Ony had long loved about you, was How feminine and shy you were. Still seeing you blush accompanied with a halted attempt to turn your head away, how you still got nervous around him and especially how soft spoken you were.
He loved everything about the way you spoke, faint accent at your lips when you were upset at something he’d kiss your anger way. Trying to ignore the blood flow rushing to his tip throughout his dick. The softness in your voice when you sang along to one of your favorite songs when you thought he was out of ear shot or gone completely. Your voice could and had put him to sleep along with the gentleness of your fingers running up and down his back, tracing the intricate tattoos on his body.
He loved your voice, but he really loved to make you speechless.
And today he really couldn’t resist, the nostalgic album cover on the screen. Tv playing J. Cole’s “Deja vu”, blunt ashes in the tray somewhere on the balcony, under the deep lights. The splattering sounds of your gushy flesh, skin to skin with his pelvis slamming back into you. Squelching filled the room adding to the harmony of noise the skin slapping and your shaky moans.
Wrists in his larger hand, face still glistening from your essence, biting down on the flesh of his bottom lip, the other meeting the fat of your ass with each thrust. Your mouth stuck in an O shape, squeaking out a string of curses. Feeling the heat get thicker and thicker in your lower belly, feeling your tight walls flutter around his dick sending shockwaves through his body.
Gripping down on your waist fucking you soo deep and soo good, not slowing down as he guided you through the little distance to the edge of the bed. Planting his feet releasing your hands as he flipped you over onto your back. Sliding back in fucking into you deeper than you had ever felt.
“O-oh sshit.” Feeling your loins stir fingers clutching onto the bed sheets. Eyes squeezed shut as you belted out moans egging him on.
“Uh- uh use pretty words, use that pretty mouth.” Relentless fucking into you starting into your deep eyes and you back into his own.
“You feel so good, don’t stop- sharply thrusting into you, groaning you threw your head back against the mattress. Eyes rolling hard.
“Don’t stop? Don’t stop?” Each mocking question punctuated with another overwhelming thrust. One after another. After another.
Your mouth hung open, eyes still squeezed shut. Your ass spread open as he bucked into you. “This pussy feel so good, ma! You taking this dick so good.” Hiking one of his feet on the bed keeping the other planted on the floor drilling mercilessly. Over the edge you slapped on your hand onto his lower tattooed belly. Cream pooling on the base of his dick forming a frothy ring on his chocolate skin.
Running your hands up his tight muscular midsection, lightly pushing on his belly unknowingly sending a deep shiver through his body. Trying to keep himself from cuming he thrusted into you harder ending all attempts to get space. Your eyes rolling deep into your head as your body locked up.
“C’mere, f-fuck this pretty pussy so wet and tight.”
“You feel me all in yo’ shit?” Leaning is body forward trapping you under his weight not yet resting all of it on you. Deciding he wasn’t deep enough, he pulled out leaving a deep pout on your face.
“Whatchu pouting for?” He hummed, his voice adding to your slick.
“Put it back in, please papa” you purred knowing he wanted you to beg, flashing a gold smile his grills adorned under the blue led lights.
Tapping the thick mushroom head on your pussy, the sweet curve of his dick immediately finding your sweet spot. You get out a deep moan and he dropped his weight on you. Trapping you against the bed and under him mouth open.
Plap Plap Plap
Thunderous sounds filled the room, head stuck in the crevasse of his neck taking your fingers on his back.
A symphony of vulgar sounds each ping through the room led by your pretty soft voice as you moaned into his neck stirring his loins again with every sounds and mark from your nails.
“You fucking me so good” you cried out
“Oh papa I love this dick, s-shit! I love you so much papa please don’t stop.” You talked him through his nut as he thrusts got sloppy. Clenching your pussy around him as you started to cum for the third time.
“Gimmie that mouth” barely asking before his big two toned lips engulfed yours in a sloppy kiss. Hot moans into his mouth, digging you out.
He loved your voice
original character ( calvin brentwood ) x original character ( kiana sinclair - brentwood ) . word count : 3.5k warnings : sm*t , allusions to a particular team but nothing explicitly mentioned lmao , i cannot state enough how much this literally ends in sm*t . minors dni !
Also I’m not ignoring anyone who has sent me an ask for some reason I can’t see them …. Like at all
Soo if you left a request or something in my inbox please let me know, I was thinking of doing something else if I can’t fix it…
I’m scrolling down my feed and WHEW YALL SHOWED OUT😋
My babies
Onyankopon’s happy family
Everything about Onyankopon was man. A true gentleman. He held your hand, opened doors, pulled out chairs, paying without you even hearing the rest of the total and flowers. He made it a point to give you a fresh bouquet every week. When you’d first started dating, you were a little scared that it was just a honeymoon phase. But when six months came and went and then nine and nothing changed.
You and I, and I in you
“Maybe I’m possessive or I’m sensitive”
3 something thousand words
Ony was Alyssa’s everything, her first everything freshly nineteen on Texas a&m, after being forced to grow up fast due to her mother’s inability to well… mother. After moving to Houston, Texas she started fre
She had her own apartment that was decorated beautifully, having little traces of her personality in the form, of little trinkets. It was at a house party. Ony was not only the star quarterback but he was also a Nupe. She heard the whistle go off and people bunch into the sides so they could all see. Flashes illuminating the larger living room space,from every direction.
He swayed down the line whistle tucked In between both the flesh of his lips and his teeth. His strong arms decorated in black ink, his fingers were drawn to look like a skeletons hands. This thick finger pointed in your face, his brown eyes looking like they were tinted red from all the lights. He kept them trained on you, and slowly he made his way to you. Eyes never leaving.
His body was just her type, she could tell her kept strong in the gym and guessed that he okayed some type of sport. From how big he was she’d guess football. His lightskin peddling with sweat giving his tan skin a sheen like glow. His hair wild and seeing the black hair tie on his wrists it just came out of a ponytail. His medium- long curls defined and highlighted by the flashing.
“She with the nupes now! She with the nupes now!” They repeated. Her eyes, feeling shy dropped slightly now almost looking at the floor. She could feel the warmth from the phones and everyone’s drinking and from TikTok’s online everybody was as lit. Chanting with the line she heard him get louder and louder.
Then she smelt what she knew was Prada black and before she could snap her head up, his fingers had started to could around the flesh of her chin. They were faced to face, even thought she was black and her blushing didn’t show on her completion her body told the story. She curled into herself blinking at him three times before looking him back in his eyes. The nervousness bubbling up in her stomach.
I wish I got those weird anonymous inboxes my mutuals get
Hold you for Ran$om
Caliyah is tired of Joshua not being able to meet her needs. She doesn’t fuss, she isn’t petty but she does find someone else, and a certain someone isn’t happy about it at all.
Female oc!(Caliyah) x Jey uso (Joshua Fatu), drinking, cussing, small force (Joshua grabs her wrist and her neck), p in v penetration, ass slapping, doggystyle, headlock, sloppy kissing, unprotected sex, arguing.
Not proof read (as always tbh)
- 📍NJ
Here I was again another year in wwe. Feeling blessed and highly favored as my heels clicked across the floor. I had on a cute little pair of low rise jeans and some coach slippers to match.
Knocking on the door of the creative team. I had a meeting. Hopefully I was going to get another push towards a championship.
Hearing the door open I was let in by Paul Levesque my eyebrows shot up a little.
Why was my boss in my creative meeting? Omg was I getting fired? Couldn’t be!
I slowly walked after giving Paul a side hug. Looking around the room I could see the directer Alison with a ballpoint pen in her hands with some papers in front of her. The surrounding team members had the same only with big binders instead of papers.
“Please have a seat.” Alison said gesturing to the nearest chair. Nodding my head I sat down.
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babyphat. onyankopon.
𓊆ྀི warnings .ᐟ + word count— 4.3K, original!blackfemalereader, original!blackpregnantreader, footballplayer!onyankopon, southerncoded!onyankopon, aggressive!onyankopom, sweet!onyankopom, dominant!onyankopon, husband!onyankopon, pregnancykink!, selfpleasure!, facetimesex!, phonesex!, pet names, dirtytalk aggressive pet names, masturbation, toy play usage, minors are not welcome! 𓊇ྀི
メモ。— hello people, teehee. just wanted to start this off with a bang, and i figured, why not use one of my favs to start ? hope you enjoy reading it again, again, + again as much as i do. i love y’all so much, see you later.
THAT SWEET WAFT OF TONKA BEAN, COCOA BUTTER AND BROWN SUGAR WAS WHAT YOU USUALLY WOKE UP TO—unfortunately, that scent had been missing on your pillow for days now. You sat up tiredly as you took a deep breath, raising your fingers over the smooth swell of your belly—you were now eight months pregnant, and your husband wasn’t home as much as you wanted him to be.
He’d been in contract with the New Orleans Saints for only a couple of months now. Becoming pregnant was an accident—but spending the rest of your life with him was something you planned the moment you’d locked eyes with him on LSU’s campus three years before. You’d traveled to every part of the state to be with him for games, had his support even as he traveled the world —a baby wasn’t too far along after.
The only unfortunate part of this situation was his absence. With him just being signed, he was around the country with press conferences, practices, essentially in the hazing part of his successes. You were happy for him as you knew this was all he wanted, but you missed him, and so did the baby growing inside your belly.
Thankfully you had the support of his mom, who was there for you as if you were her own daughter. She was there to help you with your daily routine—feeding your two large Dobermans as you couldn’t reach down to do so, going with you to your ultrasounds, and dragging you into every store she saw with infant clothes. You enjoyed your time with her—but you still missed your Onyankopon.
But it’s not like the two of you didn’t communicate at all. Texting when he wasn’t busy, phone and video calls into the night, pictures of daily activities, or all of those options emphasized in more…intimate sessions implemented your schedule. It opened up a new exploration of your relationship as you were more shy to the nastier suggestions, but as more time was spent away from each other? You’d do anything to show how much you wanted him home.
Speaking of, it was your favorite time of the day. Your daily phone call was always closer to the evening time, the sun beginning to set within the city of New Orleans. He was only a couple of hours away as they were in Mississippi, days away from preparing to play their kick off game against Ole Miss—but to you, it felt like he was across the country.
You tug the bow that ties the halter of your yellow sun dress, silver cross sat between the swell of your breasts and constantly hardened nipples due to your hormones. You were going for a more natural route with your hair, Fulani scalp braids seeping into midnight black curls, dragging all the way down your shoulders, framing your flushed and freckled cheeks.
The baby pink IMAC glows against your caramel skin, camera reflecting back onto your doll shaped face as the call rang. When it connected, you were met with the familiarity of his hotel room—it was slightly dim, the TV’s screen only being the light coating his brown skin, full lips even more delectable through the grainy camera. His durag protects his hair, goatee connected perfectly, jawline prominent under his stoic gaze. He was edible.
You wave, “Hi, baby! Can you see me?”
“I can.”
Splash whew
Second Chance
Synopsis - Amira lived the life that most women wanted. She was a successful business owner, married to a successful CEO of a luxury hotel chain. The two lived in a beautiful mansion in Houston with their two dogs, Pickles and Peaches. From the outside they looked like the perfect family but they were far from it. One night, after her husband stands her up, Amira decides to go to a new club that had just opened up. She ends up meeting Smoke who ultimately decides he wants her all to himself, despite the rock on her finger.
Characters - Amira, Elias ‘Stack’, Elijah ‘Smoke’, Damien, Araya
Warnings - SMUT, angst, tension, jealousy, cursing, violence, Dom Smoke, Sub OC, cheating, miscarriage.
MINORS DNI
Part 2
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Amira had long forgotten of her phone that was currently blowing up and her husband that was blowing it up. Her mind was focused on one thing and one thing only and that was Smoke.
He gently placed her on the bed as if she was the most delicate thing he’d ever laid his hands on. His mouth moves down from her lips to her neck and to her collarbones. Pulling back, Smoke stands at his full height, eyes locked in on her. “Strip.”
She didn’t even hesitate, didn’t bother to think twice. Amira stands up and slowly removes her dress, leaving her in nothing but a black lace thong.
“Damn, baby.” Smoke admired her for a while. The way her skin glowed with the moonlight, her nipples pebbled and pierced, her legs long and inviting. He almost felt hypnotized.
It wasn’t long until he was in nothing but his boxers. Amira traced his skin, his abs and happy trail. She looked at him like she was starving and Smoke couldn’t help but feel the same. Their lips meet again in a heated kiss as he backs her onto the mattress. His body towered over her as he placed kisses on her skin. Smoke licked and bit anywhere he pleased and she just let him, squirming under his weight.
He was teasing her, making her desperate.
“Please” She whispered as he reached her thighs, continuously leaving marks, getting closer and closer to where she wanted him the most.
“Please what? Talk to me.”
Her face burned with embarrassment, she’s never been one to talk much during sex. Damien and her were pretty vanilla when it came to it. Just one and done, and maybe if he was up to it, round two.
“Smoke pleaseeee” She whimpered as he bit the skin near her pelvis. He used his teeth to latch on to her thong and pull it down her legs before separating them so that he could see everything.
He groaned as he stared at her mound, glistening and wet. Just for him.
“We don’t do that round here baby. You gon learn to speak up and tell me what you want.” He placed a kiss to her clit causing her to flinch slightly.
“Please, eat my pussy.” Her heart raced and her body shook with need. At this point she wanted him so bad, she’d bark if he asked her to.
“There we go. Keep talking to me like that.” Smoke finally attached his lips to her clit, his tongue going in circles as he sucked lightly.
“Oh fuck” Amira moaned loudly, her hands gripping his grey satin sheets as her hips moved frantically. Smoke grabbed her to stop her from moving as he continued to swallow her. His tongue traveled down her pussy, pushing into her aching hole before pulling out and sucking on her lips. He repeated the cycle a few times before attaching his mouth back to her clit.
Smoke groaned at her taste, her arousal covering his beard and dripping down to the floor.
She was so sweet.
“Fuck, you taste good.” His fingers circled her entrance as his tongue slow danced with her pussy. Amira was a moaning and whimpering mess. Her legs shook and her back arched in pleasure. “Talk to me princess. How you feel?”
“F-feels so good. Please don’t stop.” Smoke pushed his index and middle finger into her. “Smokeeeee. Oh my god.” Amira’s eyes rolled to the back of her head and her hands flew to grip onto his arms. Her legs shook as he sped up, touching that spot that had her seeing stars.
“What happened? Hm? You gon cum for me?” The sounds of his fingers going in and out of her echoed throughout the room. “Shit baby. I could be here all day.”
“S-Smoke. I’m gonna cum.” Amira was panting, her back bent like a crescent moon and her mouth open wide.
“Ga head. Give it to me.” A sob escaped her lips as her body trembled in pleasure. Her arousal covered his fingers as he helped her ride her orgasm. Smoke was in a trance, moaning as he licked her up, making sure not to leave a single drop. He could already feel himself getting addicted.
Amira had her eyes closed while her body relaxed onto the bed when she felt Smoke on top of her, bringing his lips to hers. The two kissed like long lost lovers, their hands reaching to touch each others damp skin. Smoke pulled back enough to remove his boxers and then lined himself up at her entrance. Her legs were at his waist, still slightly trembling.
He watched her carefully, placing a kiss to her forehead and then one to her lips. “You good?”
She nodded. “Yea. I’m good.” Amira leaned up to kiss him, just to reassure him that she wanted this as bad as he did.
Smoke pushed in, stretching her tight hole slowly until he bottomed out. Amira gripped onto his bicep, her nails digging into his skin. Her mouth was wide open and her breathing was heavy. Tears stung her eyes from the pain that she was trying her hardest to ignore.
“It’s okay baby. I got you. You can take it.” Smoke placed kisses around her face before digging his head into her neck, sucking on her sweet spot to help ease the discomfort. He hadn’t moved, wouldn’t dare to until he was sure Amira could handle it. “Let me know when you need me.”
They stayed like that for a little bit until he heard her whisper. “I need you.” Smoke looked into her eyes as he slowly pulled back, leaving just the tip in, and then sinking back into her abyss. Amira whimpered, loudly, her hands moving to his back where she felt each ripple of his muscles as he gave her long, slow and deep strokes.
She was choking on her own moans, her spine was permanently bent as she scratched his back to try and keep her sanity.
“D-daddyyyyy.” Amira was drunk and dizzy. His dick was hitting places she’d forgotten existed. She looked down to watch her stomach bulge every time he entered her.
He was so deep.
She felt so full.
“Look how good you taking this dick, princess.” Smoke watched as she fell apart under him, another orgasm ripping through her. Amira sobbed and shook but Smoke just kept going on. “You want more?”
She nodded dumbly, too intoxicated to even speak. Smoke raised her legs to his shoulders, his hands intertwined with hers as he slammed into her repeatedly. He was growling in her ear, completely lost in the moment. Amira cried, her moans loud enough to reach the club they’d just left. Smoke grabbed her left foot, bringing it to his mouth and sucking on her toes while his strokes got faster. “Smoke… fuck wait.”
“Daddyyyyy!” She came again, this time drenching him and his expensive sheets. He smirked in satisfaction before pulling out. “Turn around. We ain’t done yet.”
Amira whimpered as she moved, her body was weak but was craving for more. She got on her stomach, ass perched up in the air, hands stretched out in front of her. Smoke groaned, moving his face to lick her cum that was still sliding out of her pussy. This time when he filled her up, he wasn’t as gentle.
Smoke was fucking her senseless and Amira couldn’t stop crying, the pleasure being too much for her that she tried to move away. He gripped her hips to keep her in place as he continued to thrust in and out of her. “Nah. Where the fuck you think you going? Take this dick baby.”
She moaned as the whites of her eyes made an appearance. She reached an arm back to try and push him off but Smoke just grabbed it and locked it onto her back. “Bet ya husband don’t make you feel this good. Right baby?” Amira moaned in response, her mind too foggy to form a proper sentence. Smoke’s hand slammed down on her ass cheek. “Answer me.”
“Noooo daddy. No he doesn’t.” Her orgasm came before she even had time to process it. She squirted with every thrust until her body went limp and she dropped onto his bed. But Smoke didn’t stop, he followed her down, moving her right leg up and bending it so that he’d get the perfect angle to dig deeper into her.
“Pleaseeeee.” She cried but she wasn’t sure if she was begging him to stop or keep going.
“This my fucking pussy now, you hear me Amira?” She nodded her head, speaking incoherently, attempting to say something but failing every time his dick touched her stomach. “Look at me.”
Amira turned her head, teary eyes meeting his lustful ones. “Open ya mouth.” She listened and stuck her tongue out, watching as Smoke spit into her mouth. He moaned as he watched her swallow, she could tell he was holding back but was slowly slipping. His strokes were becoming messy and short. “Cum inside of me, please daddy.” Smoke kissed her, her words being the final straw before he spilled his seed inside of her.
He placed kisses down her back before slowly pulling out then he gently flipped her body over, his mouth immediately attaching to her nipples. Amira let out soft sighs as her hands rubbed his head and face. Smoke pecked her shoulders before moving to lay on the bed. He gave her a look before mumbling a low “Ride me.”
Amira noticed that Smoke never asked, he demanded, and so with shaky legs, she got up and crawled to him. She bent her legs as she slowly sunk into him, his head fell back and a deep groan followed as Amira took him entirely.
“Pussy so good. That’s it baby. Good girl.” Smoke praised as she moved her body up and down his length.
“Daddyyyy, it’s too much.” Amira whined as her head landed softly on his shoulder, her thighs were burning but she kept going. Smoke slapped her ass before gripping it.
“You got it. Make me proud mama.”
Amira scratched Smoke’s shoulders as she felt herself tightening up. He pulled her face to his, sliding his tongue in her mouth as he started thrusting upwards.
“S-Smokeeeee.” Amira lifted herself up slightly as she squirted all over him. Smoke rubbed her clit causing her legs to shake profusely before she dropped down on top of him.
“Turn around.”
“I- I can’t. No more daddy.” Smoke rubbed her sides and back as he gently soothed her.
“Yes you can princess. Come on. Give daddy one more.” Amira looked at him with those big dark brown eyes, her makeup was ruined, streaks of mascara going down her face and her lashes in all different directions but he still found her beautiful. He wiped the tears from under her eyes before placing soft kisses to her cheeks.
“Kiss, please.” Amira had never felt this vulnerable before. All she wanted was him, his presence, his touch. She didn’t know what he was doing to her but she didn’t want it to stop. Smoke leaned in, placing his lips on hers as gently as possible.
Amira turned around, her back to his chest as her legs sat outside of his that were bent at the knee. Her head landed on his shoulder and her face cuddled up to his neck as he wrapped his arms around her waist, slowly filling her already sore pussy that somehow was still wet and needy.
Smoke thrusted into her at a steady pace as her moans became louder and louder. His hands moved to around her neck, slightly choking her as he sped up, chasing his high. “You’re gonna make me cum again. Shiiiiittt!!”
Amira’s body was sensitive from the multiple orgasms he had already given her, her mind completely gone as she practically drooled from pleasure. “Tell me this my pussy.”
“It’s yours. It’s yours. It’s all yours.” Smoke groaned as he slammed into her faster. Amira almost arched herself off of him as her juices went everywhere. He pulled her back, coming into her pussy that now twitched around his dick.
Gently laying Amira down next to him, Smoke placed kisses on her back and neck as he listened for her breathing to even out. “Don’t move.” He got out of bed and walked to his bathroom, cleaning himself off before grabbing a wash cloth for Amira that was half asleep at this point. After cleaning her up, he got her a bottle of water, making sure she drank enough off of it before moving her body to the couch so that he could change the sheets and then slipping into bed next to her and falling asleep.
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“Fuck” Amira whispered as she slowly walked up to her house. She had woken up wrapped around Smoke and almost, almost, went back to sleep before she realized that she wasn’t home and Smoke wasn’t her husband and her actual husband was probably worried sick.
Smoke hadn’t even gotten the chance to make her breakfast, let alone offer to drive her home before she had gotten dressed, called an uber, gave him a goodbye kiss and left. Amira scrolled through the hundreds of notifications from Damien and her best friend, Araya.
“Your location been off all night. You better be alive, Amira or I’m gonna resurrect you and kill you my damn self.”
Amira giggled at Araya’s message, sending a quick “I’m alive” text to which she responded that Amira had some explaining to do and that she’ll be waiting.
Peaches and Pickles ran up to her as soon as she walked in the house. After some much needed love to the both of them, she slowly walked to the living room and then up the stairs. The master bedroom lights were on which meant Damien was home, she could hear the shower running and so she quickly made her way to the guest room.
After her shower, she put on the hoodie she stole burrowed from Smoke and draped it over her body. She grabbed what little makeup she had in her purse to cover the bruises on her neck and wrapped her sweated out hair into a bun.
Walking into their room, a gasp escaped her lips as her eyes land on the multiple bouquets of roses, gift bags and jewelers boxes spread out on their bed.
“Had fun?” Amira jumps at the sound of Damien’s voice.
“What are you talking about?” She rolls her eyes as she goes to gather the gifts she assumed he got her for missing their date.
“I come home to find that you wasn’t here and then you don’t answer me all fucking night.”
“Oh, just like how you do to me?” Damien snatches the Cartier bracelet out her hands. His face got close to hers before his eyes trailed down her body.
“Who’s fucking sweater is that? That shit smells like cologne.” Amira kept a poker face though her heart beat loudly in her chest.
“It’s Araya’s. I stayed with her last night, she gave me this from Joshua’s side of the closet.” Damien furrowed his eyebrows.
“You lying to me Amira?”He got closer to her, chest puffed out like he was gonna do something.
“No Damien, get out of my face .” He backed up, eyes narrowed and face stoic.
“Let me find out.”
“Find out what? You sound guilty ya damn self.” She scoffed, the tension rising in the room.
“Aight Mira. I’m going out before we both end up saying shit we don’t mean.”
“Ok.” Amira laid in bed pretending to be busy on her phone as Damien got dressed and left the house without another word.
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Amira had just gotten back to her office after being with a client since the early hours of the morning, it was now 2PM and well past her lunch break. She was starving and tired but knew she had much more work to push through.
“Damn girl, you look like you’re glowing.” Monica eyed her boss, raising an eyebrow as she took in the visible light in her face compared to how drained she looked before.
Amira giggled. “Really? I haven’t even done anything different.” She stood in front of the mirror that sat by the reception desk, looking at her face that someone did look noticeably brighter. Her body and demeanor just looked more relaxed in general.
“Yessss girl. Damien must be keeping you happy, huh?” Amira almost flinched at the sound of her husband’s name. She gave Monica a fake smile and nodded.
“Yup.” She walked into her office, her mind immediately shifting towards Smoke. He had texted her to ask if she was okay but hadn’t heard from him since. Amira sighed loudly, unlocking her phone and scrolling through DoorDash to see if she could find something to eat.
The sound of her office phone ringing broke her out of the trance she had put herself in. “Yes Monica?”
“There’s a gentlemen out here, says he has an appointment with you but I don’t see it on your calendar.”
Amira looked through her notes to see if she had scheduled any meetings with anyone. “Um, I don’t think so. What’s his name?”
“Smoke.”
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Amira shook her leg as she waiting for him to walk into her office and when he did her breath got caught in her throat. He had a huge bouquet of lilies and a smile covered in gold. “Hey princess.”
“Hi, oh my god.” She got up to grab the flowers from him, he wrapped his free hand around her waist, pulling her in for a hug. She tried her best to keep her composure as his scent invaded her nose. “How did you know I like lilies?” His thumb slowly moved up and down the small sliver of skin that peeked out from her blouse.
“You have a bunch of them tattooed on your back, figured that meant something.” She smiled up at him before slowly removing herself from his body.
“Do I even wanna know how you figured out where I work?” Amira sat behind her desk and watched as he looked around her baby blue office that was covered in plants, magazines, books and paintings.
“You told me your name, told me what you do for work. It wasn’t hard to find you after that, specially since you’re pretty famous.”
“I am not famous.” She rolled her eyes playfully. Smoke sat at the chair across from her. His eyes took her in.
“You’re on multiple magazine covers and got featured on Forbes 30 under 30. That’s pretty famous to me.” Amira bit her cheek, trying not to smile.
“What are you doing here?” She took the time to admire his outfit, he wore a black t-shirt, hugging his biceps just right. Baggy, denim jeans, some 1s and his gold chains. On his wrist sat a watch Amira knew all too well, audemar piquet, royal oak.
“I want you to decorate my house.”
Her eyes widened and her mouth dropped. “Wait, what?”
“I want you to come do what you do best, at my house.”
“I don’t think that’s a good idea…” Smoke watched her fidget with the papers on her desk, a smirk displayed on his plump lips.
“And why not?”
“Because… I’m married and we- you know. We shouldn’t.” Amira bit her lip as she avoided his eyes that wouldn’t dare move away from her.
“I told you. I couldn’t care less that you’re married. Ya husband got a problem, tell him to come see me bout it.”
She ignored the way her thighs clenched and her hands shook, trying her hardest to remain professional. “He doesn’t- Okay. Listen I can’t help you. You’d have to go to somebody else or I can assign one of the other ladies to help you.”
“Nah. I told you I want you and I meant that shit.”
“Smoke-”
“Whatever you charge, I’ll triple it.”
Amira’s eyes nearly popped out her eye sockets. “Triple? You bullshitting.”
“Do I look like the type of man to bullshit, baby?”
No.
He definitely does not.
“Smoke I-I can’t. Damien is already suspecting..” Smoke stands up and slowly comes around the desk. “A-and if he finds out…”
He stands in front of her, reaching down to grab her hand. “Let him.” Amira’s chest rose and fell rapidly as Smoke leaned down, lips barely touching hers. “You telling me no, princess?”
“Smoke…” She whispers, though it sounded more like a moan. Though she barely knows this man, something about him was just so enticing.
Amira pressed their lips together as Smoke lightly chuckled. They kissed like they were bound to fall in love, tongues wrapped around each other, moving in perfect sync.
“Maybe I need to convince you a little more, hm?” He gets down on his knees in between Amira’s legs.
“Smoke, no. What are you doing? What if someone walks in, are you crazy?”
“Doors locked.” He mumbled as he pressed kisses on her bare thighs that were slightly covered by the dress she wore. “You can be quiet for me, right baby?”
Amira nodded, too weak to fight him.
Smoke pulled her dress up to her waist and pulled down the pink lace thong she wore, placing it in his pocket.
“Am I getting those back?” Smoke laughed against the flesh of her thigh before separating her legs.
“Fuck” Amari moaned as his tongue dug into her already soaked pussy. She covered her mouth with her hands and squeezed her eyes shut as Smoke devoured her. He made sure to take his time tasting everything she had to offer. He kissed, suck and bit anywhere he could and all Amira could do was take it, with teary eyes and shaky legs.
“I’m gonna cum.” Her eyes roll to the back of her head as a burst of pleasure fills her body.
“Mhm” Smoke moaned as he drank her arousal like he had a thirst he needed to quench and when Amira finally came down from her high, he made sure she got a taste of her own juices.
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Amira was panicking but trying not to. It had been a few days since Smoke ate her out in her office and she was already craving him. His voice, his touch, his scent. She felt like she was going crazy.
Damien couldn’t understand why Amira was all of sudden so irritable around him, if he even breathed too loudly she was getting annoyed. The two had been arguing more than usual, it reached a point where he went ahead and scheduled another session with Dr. Miranda. As much as Amira pissed him off, he didn’t want to loose his wife and so he was determined to do anything to fix their issues. He could tell she was pulling away from him, her attention was on anything else but their relationship and he didn’t like that. He felt like he was loosing control of the situation and wanted to find a way to set them back on track.
Amira on the other hand, didn’t seem to care how Damien felt. She barely spoke during their session and barely even looked at him when they had gotten home.
Straightening the last strand of her hair, Amira quickly ran her fingers through it before tucking one side behind her ear. She exited the bathroom and headed straight to her walk in closer, ignoring Damien who shot daggers at the back of her head. They were supposed to be staying in that night and watch movies but Amira decided last minute she wanted to go out.
She grabbed her black and gold Giuseppe heels to match her mini strapless dress and black monogram LV purse.
“Where you going?” Damien watched her spray perfume on her skin, taking one last look in the full body mirror before walking towards the door.
“Out with Araya. Goodnight.”
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“Bitch I been waiting to hear this one.” Amira laughs as Araya folds her hands under her chin, giving her undivided attention.
The two were sitting in a booth at a sushi bar that was always open late. They loved going there when they just needed good food, drinks and to gossip.
Araya and Amira had been friends since high school, the two met in the cheerleading team, Amira being captain and Araya co-captain. They had went their separate ways during college. Araya following her high school sweetheart who went on to become an NFL player and Amira following her passions.
“I… I think I fucked up…”
Araya raised an eyebrow. “Did you kill Damien?”
“What? Bitch no.”
“Did you stab him? Cut his dick off? Better yet, divorce him?” Amira rolled her eyes and sighed loudly.
“No.”
“Shit, then what the did you do?”
“I… Had sex with another man…”
Araya stayed quiet, staring at Amira.
“And then he came to my office and ate me out…”
Araya blinked and then smile. “HALLELUJAH!” Customers in the restaurant turned their heads towards the two women.
“Oh my fucking God, Araya stop. Shut up please.”
“AY, AY WAITRESS! BRING ME A BOTTE OF YA BEST LIQUOR ,WE CELEBRATING TONIGHT!”
Amira covered her face in embarrassment as the waitress brought out a bottle with a sparkler.
“What are we celebrating ladies?” She opened a bottle Amira had never seen before, pouring some into two cups.
Araya smiled with all 32 as she raised her glass in the air. “Infidelity.”
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My favorite
ELIAS STACK MOORE
Don’t Talk To Me 😤
Warnings: 18+ | You are a brat | Smoke is a Dom | Smoke is kind of toxic | Modern AU | Overstimulation | Masterbation |Coochie drilled into oblivion | Creampie | Possession | Jealousy | Ownership | He’s horny | You are horny | 98% smut 2% plot | Let me enjoy my kink for mean men… I’ll go to therapy for it later.
“And when we get back to this house,” he shouted, voice sharp enough to cut through bone, “don’t ask me to do a damn thing.”
Your hand flew up in a sharp dismissive wave as you twisted away from him in the passenger seat, the car jerking slightly as Smoke’s grip tightened around the wheel. “That’s fine! I don’t need you for a fucking thing ANYWAYS!”
The words sliced through the thick tension that had been hanging over the two of you like a thundercloud for the past two damn days. A silent war with no winners and a whole lot of heat. It all started because the barista down at Morning Bloom Coffee smiled a little too long when handing you your oat milk vanilla latte. The barista gave you a simple smile trying to be polite. Maybe he did it a second too long. Maybe not. But either way, Smoke saw red like he always did when it came to you and anyone who wasn’t him.
Without hesitation, he’d socked the man in the mouth so damn fast your drink hit the floor before you could blink. And now two full days later you both were still in a petty, fiery, jealous bender.